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you-did-well-moon · 3 years

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Day6 Reaction to s/o learning their instrument while they're away

Type: Fluff, angst in Dowoon dont know what happened wasnt me

Word Count: 2.865

A/n: I took some creative freedom with why they were away but that is it. Keep in mind, I have no experience with instrument except for when I played the piano in 5th grade for like two weeks. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! - Moon

TW: small cuts, fight, second hand embarrassment

Sungjin

Sungjin was absolutely and devastatingly exhausted. His own guitar case felt like it was weighing him down tremendously, and he had a huge headache. Jae and Wonpil arguing in the back of the car was not helping in any way. It has been going on since they left the airport. He rubbed at his temples tiredly pressing his head against the cool window from his place in the passenger seat next to their manager.

Still, he couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at his lips as he thought about seeing you, probably curled up in the couch cheeks puffed from the snack you were inhaling. The pounding in his head lightened at the cute sight he would soon get to enjoy as he played with the loose threads of his old button up shirt.

True to Sungjin’s imagination, your form was sitting on the couch. Not true to his imagination, you were actually bent over something in your lap, lightly humming and bopping your head to the rhythm being produced by your still clumsy fingers. The guitar in your lap had gotten lighter as the days went by without your boyfriend, and in replacement of his touch, leaving your fingertips warm and tingling, it was small cuts you hadn’t bothered to bandage as it disrupted you when playing.

You missed Sungjin an abnormal amount. The cold spot in the bed or him making weird faces at you through the mirror in the mirror when brushing your teeth. You missed all of it. With a slight tremble in your chest you started playing the chorus to “You Were beautiful”.

You were so focused on trying to get it right you didn’t notice the door closing only to startle when you slightly looked up through your lidded eyes seeing the shadow looming over the coffee table. With a small yelp of surprise you jumped immediately looking up only to find your boyfriend staring at you with wide eyes.

His surprised expression made you shrink into yourself. You threw your head into your hands in pure embarrassment letting the guitar gently slide off your lap, hitting the floor with a soft thump. “Can you just pretend you didn’t see that I can’t believe I even tried learning all that by myself I” you cut yourself off with an un-pleased sigh shaking your head and looking at him with pleading eyes.

Your boyfriend continued in his frozen state for about five seconds before breaking out in the biggest smile rushing around the coffee table in which you panicked trying to get away from him with a squeal, but being too slow im the excitement that was usually in a much dormant state in Sungjin. The wrinkles near the corner of his eyes deepened adoringly, and his chest shook with soft laughter while he held you close.

There was a fond twinkle in his eye as Sungjin forgot any tiredness that clung to his bones and kissed the tips of your fingertips while maintaining eye contact. He kept your hands encased in his when scolding you for having such low faith in yourself and softly encouraging you. He would probably put little stitch band-aids on your fingertips and continue teaching you, sitting you on his lap and scolding you when you lose focus with a sharp poke at your ribs smiling when you giggled. This man just fell impossibly more in love with you.

“You shouldn’t say those things, look at you love, learning all alone and doing so well. I'm so proud. Would you rather have the elmo band-aids or the stitch band-aids… I don’t know about you but Elmo kinda creeps me out. Just five more minutes little love then you can go mug Young k with Dowoon. Don’t look at me like that! You finally have a teacher and you take him for granted. The audacity-”

Jae

Jae was a thin hair away from just ripping his hair out. He didn’t believe the kpop industry would take very kindly to him going bald, but he had come to a point where he didn’t really care about what people thought anymore. But thinking about you not being able to play with his hair anymore while he drifted off to sleep with his head on your chest severely upset him.

Jae had gotten stuck in another limbo, stuck in the studio and in his own head desperately trying to finish any of the unfinished songs left in his computer files. He missed you so much, he eventually called it quits, deciding to go home to you, who he hadn’t seen in days.

Just the thought about seeing you energized his previously exhausted self. He never could get sick of you. Every day, every week was a new adventure, a new chapter, all with his favorite person in the world. The night sky, although beautiful, seemed to mock him, reminding him of how late it was, meaning you were most probably asleep.

Opening the door to his apartment, he heard soft music. He briefly recognized “I Need Somebody”, and thought you were playing it from your phone. All his thoughts came to a halting stop when he saw you perched on the bed, in his shirt, playing the melody of the previously mentioned song.

You had hair falling into your eyes with your eyebrows slightly scrunched trying not to mess up and heavily focused. Jae had loudly yelled in surprise, causing you to flinch and look up shocked at the sudden surprise. When you saw it was just him, you had comically thrown your hands in the air yelling at him about how it was supposed to be a surprise.

The irritated look on your face vanished as you went up to give him a light hug with a kiss, softly smiling at him. Meanwhile Jae, was completely out of it, lovestruck eyes while he instinctively returned your affection.

“Come Jae, you look like you haven’t slept in ages, your eyes are so sunken babe”, you had softly whispered to him, rubbing the soft skin under his eyes, the way you were always soft with him when he came back from the studio. You slept in the same bed for the first time in what had been days, Jae tightly clutching on to you.

He may have not been completely there at the moment, but in the morning when he had time to process everything, he was a changed man. He wouldn’t stop laughing and giggling excitedly, eagerly wanting to hear everything you had learnt. He even poked fun at you when you made a mistake. But it was all lovingly as he also praised you non stop while looking at you with his messy hair and big smile next to you on the couch. He had so much inspiration now. To finish what had been left behind.

“Pop off queen who gave you this much talent, you couldn’t even tell me what bass was last time we talked, which was like a week ago. Might just make you play when I don’t feel like playing. Give you a wig and people won’t know the difference! Why are you booing me, I'm right?”

Young K

Young K’s foot tapping on the floor of the car was the only sound that filled the car aside from the soft sound of the car’s engine and tires. He was absolutely spent, having to have stayed in a different city for a show he was invited to that was filmed far away from his home.

Far away from you. Young K could tell his manager was starting to get irritated, but Young K was already massively annoyed and too far in his own world to really care. He missed the pine scent of his sheets, and he missed you.

It was not a good combination. When he got to his place he quietly thanked the manager, getting his bag before trying to ignore every urge telling him to run into the building and fall into his soft bed with you in his arms. When he opened the door, your keys were there, so he knew you were in the building. That thought filled him with more relief than it should have.

He did have to admit, hearing “I smile” this early in the day was odd as you usually saved the more mellow songs for later in the night. Young K told himself he had many euphoric moments in his life, but seeing you staring at a sheet of paper with so much determination and a bass guitar in your arms came pretty close to the top.

The absolute warmth that exploded in his chest was a feeling he would not forget in a long time. He could feel his lips slightly curl up in fondness as your hands shook while your eyes wavered unsurely between your hands on the strings and the video on your laptop sitting further on the edge of the bed. Your face scrunched up before you sighed and stared dejectedly at the instrument on your lap.

“Why so sad love?" His voice made you instantly sit up, pushing the instrument gently off your lap. You crawled to the edge of the bed where Young K had already gotten closer where he met you tenderly running his hand through your hair, and he curved his hand around the back of your head bringing your forehead to his abdomen.

He brushed his thumb over where your hairline met the sensitive skin of the back of your neck immensely enjoying being back at your side. Your hands were clutching the back of his shirt, and your simple touch brought a warm feeling to his chest. You both leaned back as Young K’s chest started to rumble with laughter “You should have waited for me, it would have been easier if I could teach you”, he softly said, pushing your hair back from your face causing you to lightly laugh.

“I wanted to surprise you, but I didn’t get that far anyways. Can’t become a prodigy in one day I guess”. Young K smiled again, promising to himself to help you as much as he could as he put his hand fondly on top of your head.

“You’re doing so good, just move your finger up a little, you’re plucking the c chord instead of the e chord during the chorus, don’t look at me like that i’m trying to help?! I wouldn’t put you on my level, but I think you’re doing really well. I’m hungry now, what do you want? No- What do you want? I am okay with anything just tell me-”

Wonpil

Wonpil was trying his hardest not to think about you. From the way you got excited when you got to see the moon in the cloudy sky to the way you smiled when you saw the neighbor’s cat while getting the mail.

He was happy to be on a trip with her sister, he hadn’t had much time to be with her in recent, well forever really. While you had been invited, you hadn’t been able to attend due to work. Wonpil did his best to keep his mind off you and enjoy the trip, he just hadn’t spent this long without you in a while.

Even so, he still had a fun time with his sister and her boyfriend creating many memories. He didn’t regret it, but he was extremely happy to come back to you. Opening the door to your apartment, he dropped his suitcase by the door, an excited smile tugging at his lips as he traveled through the apartment with his arms spread knowing you would embrace him as soon as you saw him. He felt so giddy, he didn’t even notice the broken keyboard sounds ringing throughout the living space.

His smile fell in a comical way, his face morphing into one of confusion instead. He recognized a broken rendition of “Mary had a little Lamb”, and tilted his head as he opened the door to your room seeing you with really big headphones on your head staring down at the keyboard with the most offended look on your face.

How dare this keyboard not give you its secrets! Wonpil couldn’t help the laugh that escaped his chest, not mocking you, but he just thought you were so cute. He lightly touched your shoulder causing you to jump, and the slight movement of your head caused the headphones to slide off your head. It didn’t matter much. You instantly dove into his arms, pressing the side of your face against his chest.

He felt warmth flood his chest as his hand encased the back of your head while he pressed his lips to the top, closing his eyes in bliss enjoying having you in his arms again. He leaned back from the brace as his eyes flashed with amusement and yours with slight embarrassment. He lightly laughed, eyes crinkling. He cradled your face in his hands, a teasing lilt to his voice, “What were you trying to do, hmm?” He could feel your face grow hot under his finger tips.

“I was just trying to surprise you. I felt bad for not being able to go with you”. He shook his head, hands playfully pinching your cheeks as you whined. “You shouldn’t act that way, I understood from the beginning. It must have been hard for you. Here, come, your lovely boyfriend will make this easier for you”.

“Y/n the keys will not bite prEsS dOWn, no, no keyboards do not have to be oiled, this is a musical instrument not a mechanical vehicle. You are so cute. What am I gonna do with you? No, you can not play the keyboard with your forehead, DO NOT put your foot on the keys. I don’t care if it’s for the vine.

Dowoon

Dowoon was beating himself up. Looking back at what happened a few hours ago made his chest tight. He couldn’t help but wince at the words both of you had thrown at each other. You had been with each other for so long, and when his lovely mother asked him when he would propose, although with good intentions, it put pressure on him.

He was still young. He had mentioned it to you in a joking manner, but there was a misunderstanding and you thought he was blowing it off as he didn’t see a future with you.

Somehow feelings were hurt, and the fight escalated. And Dowoon decided he was a coward because it was when you had started stuttering through your words and avoiding eye contact, he knew. He knew he had pushed you across a line that might not be able to be crossed again.

He panicked. He was really good at doing that wasn’t he? He left. He took a bus and went to the nearest hotel he could find. There he was sitting on the edge of the too perfectly made bed with his head in his hands.

Had he just ruined his precious relationship because he was scared of what the future could or could not hold? Why did he have to run away? Why couldn’t he just stay? Most importantly, how badly had he hurt you?

With a sigh he stood up, and he got on the bus back to your apartment. Staring at the door, the fact you were just on the other side and hurting is what pushed him to open it with the key you had given him. Opening the door, he was met with silence and darkness. Have you already gone? He walked through the apartment, hope dwindling with every step.

Then he heard a soft thump thump thump. His heart seemed to match with it, and as he walked to his studio which held his spare drum set, he thought of what he could say to make it better. Opening the door, he saw you softly hitting the drum with one stick, as if testing the waters and humming along to “When you Love Someone”. Dowoon couldn’t fight the sad smile that broke out on his face, and the absolute warmth that filled his chest.

Why did he ever even doubt your future with him? There was no person more perfect for him than you. He stood next to you, softly taking your hand in his and guiding your hand to the right beat, although a bit broken. When your sad eyes looked up into his, forgiving in nature but still frustrated beyond belief, he knew he could still fix things. You were you, and Dowoon was Dowoon. You always somehow found your way back to each other.

“No no, put your hands higher on the stick, no lower, now higher...a bit lower. No, Y/n drum sticks do not belong in my throat. What do you mean I have no room to talk, I thought we were over the fight. I would marry you in this life and the next! Why are you looking at me like that? I am not cute, I am handsome and overflowing with testosterone. Oooh are those gummies?

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cipheress-to-k-pop · 3 years

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Hello!! sorry to bother you could write a ben 10 x reader? (the reader is kidnapped by vilgax and ben has to save her, after that ben and the reader has an argument) please, i love your fics!!

Storm Before The Calm

Pairing: Pre-Established; Ben Tennyson x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3.4k words

A/N: I changed up the request a bit (I figured it shouldn't matter which villain was used here) also I was planning to have this as sort of a damsel in distress situation but after having a chat with some boys pigs I decided a self indulgant badass reader was right up my alley

Additional A/N: I have a math exam on Thursday and I cannot focus for the life of me. So, I decided to finish up one of my drafts. Now hopefully I'll be able to work like a robot for the next week, after satisfying my creative side. Also, this fic was super self indulgant.

"I trust Ben.” You did. With your entire being.

Kevin chuckled from beside you, “Yeah, try saying that without cracking the fillings in your teeth and maybe we’ll believe you.”

His words caused you to relax, only then realizing how hard your jaw was clenched in fury. Gwen sighed in disappointment and for a second you wanted to defend her cousin and your boyfriend. Until you realized that he deserved every bit of unbridled anger coming to him.

“I trust him. Doesn’t mean I’m not mad at him.”

Your hands were balled into tight fists and even though you wanted to take your eyes off the television screen and take a warm bath, you also for some reason couldn’t stop yourself from watching it.

Like you were afraid something would happen when your eyes were off the screen for even a second. Maybe you didn’t trust him.

But honestly how could you, you were currently watching your boyfriend relax in a hot tub with Jennifer Nocturne and the sight was enough to send bile up your throat.

Ben wasn’t returning any of her advances, but he wasn’t stopping her either. And the thought made you sick to your stomach. You knew Ben was faithful and you knew he would never cheat on you but watching how the Hollywood starlet continued to hang off him sent waves of jealousy through you.

Not to mention anger at the fact that he wasn’t doing anything to stop her. When he got back, you were going to wring his neck.

Trusting him was getting harder with Gwen constantly insisting that you dump him.

Honestly, you wondered how that girl even kept a relationship.

When Ben eventually came home, all the entertainment channels were still talking about the two of them and the well-known picture of Jennifer Nocturne kissing him was circulating about. Each time you looked at that image, you wanted to shoot an arrow at the TV.

As time went by, your anger slowly fizzled out. You were unable to maintain your rage at Ben, quickly getting a headache and feeling tired of trying to maintain negative emotions. Even then, you couldn't push down the uneasy feeling in your heart that seized your stomach.

You kept expecting a text message from Ben, an apology call but as the night proceeded you understood that he was having way too much fun with another woman to even think about how you must be feeling.

The thought of that made you want to go back home and crawl underneath the covers, hiding away from the rest of the world.

But Gwen was persistent and any time you tried to wiggle away from the pair of them and go home, she insisted that you stay and make sure Ben knew how upset he made you tonight.

You were more than happy to give your boyfriend the cold shoulder until he apologized rather than have to confront him. That was just how your relationship with Ben worked. Neither of you were the type to lose your tempers and yell and scream at each other.

Although you were worried what would come out of this. Would you be able to peacefully discuss your feelings and then come to some sort of conclusion civilly? Seems too good to be true honestly.

Even then you waited until Ben came home, listening to Gwen and Kevin about how you should rip the band aid off and get everything off your chest rather than ignore him for a couple of days until the two of you got bored.

Usually, the latter would work but you had an inkling that it wouldn't be the solution for this particular argument because if you didn't communicate your emotions then he would never know how you felt about it.

So, even though your stomach filled with anxiety and sadness as the hours passed, you still didn't leave, determined to talk to him about it.

Your jaw was clenched tight when he finally did come back home, utterly relaxed and even happy like he wasn't just curled up against some Hollywood starlet while his girlfriend was watching it on E!

"I'm really upset with you." You ground out when Kevin and Gwen left, not knowing how else to start the conversation.

"What for?"

You didn't reply, picking up the remote and flicking to a gossip channel, then a news channel, then an interview show and all of them had the picture of Ben Tennyson and Jennifer Nocturne locking lips.

Ben winced, "She kissed me! I didn't even return it."

You still refused to look at you, crossing your arms aggressively, "Uh huh and what was today all about?"

"It's just publicity. Jennifer thinks that it'll help with my career."

You scoffed, "What career?"

Ben's back tensed up and he turned to give you a stiff expression, "I'm a superhero. I've saved the universe a thousand times and now that I'm finally getting recognition for it, you want to be petty?"

"Petty? You think I'm being petty? Well forgive me for getting upset after watching my boyfriend curl up to some other woman in a hot tub for the last five hours!" You bit, standing up from the couch.

"It wasn't like that! Stop blowing everything out of proportion!"

"No, you stop pretending like this isn't a big deal! Ever since your secret got out you've been acting like an ass and since meeting that blonde rat it's only gone through your head more!" You shouted, clenching your hands at your sides. How could he not see your side of this?

"Well shouldn't I get to enjoy my life once in a while?! I'm the one saving the planet constantly! I'm the one with constant death threats and near death experiences every other week! Shouldn't I get some attention for it?! God knows I don't get any from you!" He yelled back and you grit your teeth.

"Don't forget that while you were out there risking your life, we were right beside you!"

"Oh, so that's what it is, you're jealous that everyone thinks of you as the sidekick!"

"That is so NOT what this is about!"

"Oh really? Because it sounds like you're jealous because you're not getting attention by mooching off of me!"

Your eyes widened in shock. Mooching? Did he seriously think that you risked your life alongside him every day to help other people and more importantly, keep him safe, for attention?

Your body trembled, outraged and you didn't say another word, leaving his house in a rush and slamming the door behind you.

You needed something to hit.

***

Your body pumped with adrenaline and anger, muscles itching to be used as you sauntered through the old and run-down factory with reckless abandon. You briefly wondered whether you should've told Gwen or Kevin you were going there but then decided against it, pride and anger too great.

Any doubts or hesitation you had disappeared when you saw Vulkanus, standing tall and broad in his metal suit. And as per usual, he had his herd of minions doing his physical labour.

"If it isn't the Plumber's sweetheart." He drawled once he noticed you. You didn't bother with the stealth, leaving the door wide open behind you and letting the sunlight seep in. If he knew what was good for him, then this would be over quick.

"Hello Vulkanus." You greeted politely and he rolled his eyes. Of all people, he knew just how misleading your innocence was.

"Where's the cavalry?"

"Just me today." You answered and for a second you were confused by your own confidence. Maybe you were taking this just a little too easy. Oh well, that was another thing you could blame your pig-headed boyfriend for.

"Well then, this is going to be easier than I thought. Hope you said goodbye to your boyfriend, sweetheart." He rasped out and the corner of your mouth twitched into a smirk. Without another word, you raised your arms, feeling the familiar heat of fire in the palm of your hand before chucking it at him.

Just as you knew he would, he sent his minions towards you first. They were embarrassingly unskilled but the problem came in numbers. They swarmed around you like ants and you felt yourself getting irritated at the clicking sound they were making.

Unfortunately for Vulkanus his make-shift factory was right beside a dam which gave you an endless supply of the elements to work with.

Summoning all the water you could manoeuvre, you pulled it into the factory, shattering the windows along with it and flooding the room. It only took a few flicks of your wrist to create a whirlpool in the centre, knocking all the workers off their feet.

You stiffened your hands, curling in your fingers and the temperature dropped, the water solidifying with each second until all of them were encased in ice. Another flick of the wrist had the path clearing between you and Vulkanus, who was still warm.

"You-You're sparing me?" He asked, confused and a dry laugh left you.

"Not at all," You sang, eyes turning dark, "I'm giving you special treatment."

Vulkanus bounded towards you, holding his mallet high and you swiftly dodged, using water on the floor to slide quickly. He crashed into the engine of one of his machines, the fuel tank exploding and spewing fowl smelling petrol onto the floor.

It floated above the level of water and began surrounding both of you.

He once again came at you, letting out a roar and you used the water to sink through the crevices of his suit, freezing it from within and you heard the satisfying sound of his suit cracking.

Just a little more strength and forcing a gust of air through the cracks had it falling apart and his frail body fell out of its metal encasing.

"You'll pay for this! You big bully!"

"Thanks for the fun time today, Vulkanus." You smiled, strutting to the door just as confidently as you came in. Even though your body was burning from the workout and you could barely breathe, you still couldn't get over the high.

Before leaving the building, you turned around to see him still glaring at you from his place on the floor.

"Oh, I should probably free your minions, right?" You commented, eyes flickering between the ones still encased in ice and the floor that was still flooded with water and petrol.

You let out a fake sigh, "I guess I'll be nice today," You winked at Vulkanus, "Thanks for the playdate, sweetheart."

His eyes widened when you blew a kiss to him, watching in fear as you ignited a flare in your palm and blew it towards him before turning around and using the wind to slam the doors behind you. When you were just a few feet away you heard the place blow apart.

Slowly, the adrenaline began melting and the blood rushing through your ears was much more audible. You were panting, tired from the exercise and the thought of calling Kevin to come and pick you up. Or maybe even Ben. You were calm enough now to have a conversation with him.

When you pulled your phone out of your pocket you felt a hand on your shoulder and spun around to meet eyes with Captain Nemesis. For a brief second you were wondering if he was here to invite you to some inane party or even to tell you that Ben was at one.

Although you hardly looked the part, you were sweating and your face was probably red and blotchy.

"Can I help you?" You asked, taking a step back, he was a little too close to you and the look in his eye freaked you out.

"As a matter of fact, you can." He said, "You see I'm arranging a little stunt for Ben Tennyson. An opportunity if you will, to showcase some of his heroism."

You rolled your eyes, turning away from him. The last thing you wanted to do was feed Ben's ego at the moment.

"With all due respect, I don't really think I'm up for a damsel in distress routine right now, Captain, I'd rather just get home. And If you take another step towards me, I'll kick you where the sun doesn't shine." You snapped and he backed off obediently, raising his hands in a form of surrender.

"That's too bad." He mused and you turned away from him, intent on walking back home or even calling a cab. Anything to get away from this creep faster.

"Too bad you don't really have a choice."

You felt his hand on your bare shoulder again but before you could even react you felt volts of electricity rush through you. You gasped painfully, feeling fire through your veins before everything started to hurt.

White burned in your vision and colours started to blur together as your eyes filled with tears. Your body crumbled, falling forward and Captain Nemesis caught you.

Right before your consciousness slipped away you heard him say something.

"For your sake, you better hope that Ben Tennyson is as great as those gossip channels make him out to be."

***

When you felt yourself regaining consciousness, you could feel your weight pulling down and also couldn't feel the ground. This had your eyes snapping open, regardless of how dizzy you were and how many dots were in your vision.

You hazily made out the venue, Nemesis Tower, before recognize the blonde woman tied up beside you. It didn't take long before you realized she was tied to the other end of the rope, suspended through mid-air just like you.

This was no doubt going to be some sort of deathly choice.

You noticed when Ben came in, turning into Ultimate Humangasaur. He looked furious, like you've never seen him before and you knew it was because Ben was certain he'd teach him a lesson today.

"Where's (Y/N)." He all but growled and your heart soared. You didn't realize how much you missed him until now, everything from before was forgotten.

"Right up there. And so is Jennifer." He replied, still smug despite the way Ben was pining him to the ground by his throat. Ben followed his gaze to meet your eyes and you took a deep breathe, bracing yourself.

A selfish part of you wanted to stay and see what Ben would do, would he save you even though Jennifer was a civilian and world famous?

Even then you figured that you shouldn't risk anyone's life for petty jealousy, so you took a deep breath, blowing it out through your mouth and watching as a gust of wind blew past, the pressure making you swing.

You swung a few feet back, letting your body fall a little before blowing again. Once you gained enough momentum, you looked up to the rope tying the two of you together and spitting fire at it, falling at an angle. You briefly heard Jennifer scream and revelled in her karma for a hot second.

On your way down, you quickly burnt off the rest of the ropes, bringing a pool of water to crystallize into a makeshift slide as you slide on your knees across the floor, just in time to catch Jennifer in your arms.

Your knees stung as they scraped across the concrete and the wind was knocked out of you when the woman fell into your form.

She gasped and her eyes that was screwed shut gently fluttered open. Up close you could understand why everyone was in love with her. Even then you couldn't spare her any concern.

You quickly pushed her out of your arms, noticing Gwen and Kevin staring at you in awe when you stood up. You cracked your knuckles, making your way over to the older man with a scowl.

"For your sake, you better hope that I'm just as weak as you think I am. Spoiler alert, I'm not."

Ben spared a small smile at you but you couldn't feel anything aside from hot fury. You felt water surge beneath your fingers and threw it at him, pulling up a wall of earth to block his blasts.

Your boyfriend immediately began fighting alongside you and your bodies fell into a familiar rhythm. Even though there was a crazed narcissist trying to kill you, you felt safe beside Ben.

It wasn't long before the four of you managed to overpower him, rendering his armour useless until he was defeated, lying pathetically on the ground.

You walked up to him and your lips twisted into an unimpressed frown when you noticed the way he had the audacity to glare at you. Without a second word, you raised your leg and kicked him right between the legs.

"I always keep my promises, Captain."

Kevin began laughing behind you and Ben cringed.

Finally, when you turned to meet Ben, now de-transformed, all the fight left your body and you relaxed. He looked apologetic and you let him approach you.

His arms wrapped around your waist and you leaned into him, breathing the familiar scent of his deodorant and snaking your arms under his jacket to fist his T-shirt.

He sighed into your hair, arms tightening around your body, "I'm sorry. For being an ass to you and saying all those horrible things, I was being an idiot and you deserve an apology."

You didn't move, not pulling away from the way your forehead was pressed against the length of his neck, "Thank you for coming to save me."

"Didn't look like you needed much help." He chuckled and you felt happy hearing the pride in his voice.

"I missed you." You murmured, holding him a little tighter and he turned his head to kiss your forehead gently. And just like that, everything was right in the world. Just as long as you were in each other's arms.

"I love you."

You heard the click of a camera and your head snapped up to see a herd of cameramen and reporters along with a couple of police cars. Ben laughed nervously beside you, "I guess we won't have to worry about another actress coming between us."

You gave him an unimpressed frown and he just smiled, leaning to peck your lips and you heard the crowd of reporters’ gasp and heard the shutters of cameras before they began shouting questions at you.

You pulled away from him when you saw Jennifer Nocturne make her way towards you. You figured she wanted to snuggle up to Ben now that the cameras were filming.

Instead, she walked right up to you, hugging you tightly and your arms flailed pathetically beside her, unsure of what to do, "You saved my life! I don't know how to thank you!"

She pulled away for just a second before pressing a kiss to your lips. Your eyes widened in alarm and the shutters began once again and flashes practically blinded you.

"Huh, so that's what that feels like." Ben murmured when she pulled away from you. Kevin was smirking beside him, satisfied that he got a taste of his own medicine and Gwen was just in shock.

Ben felt his stomach turn at the sight of Jennifer’s lipstick on your mouth and you were unsure whether you should feel repulsed or cocky.

But as you wiped the pigment off your lips and curled back into Ben's side you couldn't feel anything other than your burning muscles and your drooping eyelids.

You squinted because of the bright lights, feeling a headache grow as the exhaustion from before crept up on you again. After 2 fights and a kidnapping today, there was nothing more you wanted than a nap.

"Wanna go home?" Your ever observant boyfriend asked just as the nausea started to kick in. You nodded and he guided you away from the reporters to his car.

He gently placed you into the front seat, shielding your head as you got in to prevent you from hitting it against the hood before buckling your seatbelt, watching carefully as you drifted into a sound sleep.

Ben heard everyone behind him swoon as he lovingly placed a kiss to your knuckles and then climbed into the seat beside you, sparing you one last warm glance before starting the car and driving away.

He'd definitely notice the shy smile on your face when you saw that Ben kissing you was on the front page of a magazine.

And you'd notice the jealous scowl he'd have when he saw that Jennifer kissing you was on the front page of another.

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charlie-rulerofhell · 3 years

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For they know exactly what they do

Today there was a pretty long article published in the German newspaper FAZ, written by Julia Schaaf. Since there were quite a few interesting topics raised in it and Måneskin talked about some new aspects (or in more detail), I translated the whole thing (it might also have helped me to procrastinate).

Full interview in English under the cut.

For they know exactly what they do

June 22, 2021

Four young rock musicians from Rome are today's hottest band. Måneskin are enchanting Europe. Why? We met them for an interview.

Every romance needs its founding myth, an anecdote from the beginning, something you can tell later in more difficult times for self-assurance.

In the case of the band Måneskin, who first had Italy and now half of Europe wrapped around their fingers, and who are now trying to conquer the rest of the world with their rock music, there is the story of the shoe box. Rome, around five years ago: Four teenagers who are meeting every day after school in their rehearsal room to make music together, and sometimes they play their songs on the Via del Corso in the city centre in front of a changing audience. One day they want to record their own stuff. They find a studio that they can actually afford and as they go there they bring a shoe box, with the name of the band written on it, 'moonshine' in Danish, the bassist's mother is Danish. In the box: around seven kilogram of coins. The things you get from playing music on the streets. Everyone searching through Instagram for photos from that time can find four hippies with children's faces, three boys in batik, the girl is wearing a straw hat.

As they have to pay [for the recording], frontman Damiano David, 22, says that there was this guy, Angelo, and his bandmate Victoria De Angelis, 21, is interrupting: “No, Andrea, not Angelo”, and all of them have to laugh because a rigid studio manager with the Italian name 'angel' would be even funnier for a founding myth. David continues his story: “The guy was completely dumbfounded. 'We can't do that.' We went: 'Sure we can, that's worth the same even if it's just 20 cent coins, it's still 300 euros.” Thomas Raggi, 20, the guitarist of the band, is gasping for air as he laughs, while drummer Ethan Torchio, 20, is smiling dreamily. David finishes: “And then we snuck off before he was able to count it.” [the German text says 'verdrücken' here which is just a colloquial way of saying 'we left', but it entails some sort of a dramatic exit, so yeah, let your thoughts get creative how they left exactly :D].

Four young musicians on the verge of global fame are sitting on a white interview sofa in Berlin, completely styled, babbling across each other like overeager teenagers.

Ever since the Roman band first won the music festival Sanremo and then also the Eurovision Song Contest, carried by the enthusiasm of European viewers, you could say Måneskin has become a phenomenon. “Rock 'n' Roll never dies!”, Damiano David yelled fueled by the adrenaline of winning, and the insinuation that circulated on social media of the singer snorting during the counting of votes in front of a live camera – including their strict denial followed by a negative drug test result – might have given an additional boost to their public interest, their exploding album, ticket and merch sales, and their outstanding success on Spotify.

“We think it's a shit prejudice against rock music that there always have to be drugs involved. We fully threw ourselves into our participation with the utmost professionalism. We give everything for the music. So of course we don't want people to think that we can only do that because we take drugs.” – Victoria De Angelis

Prior to Eurovision, Måneskin was more of an insider's tip outside of Italy. Handmade rock music, not creating something entirely new but paying homage to the good old times with classic guitar riffs and cracking drum beats, being a lot of fun but also quite fragile and vulnerable at times and, first and foremost, conveying a captivating energy. Finally, on the stage of Rotterdam, live after so many months of isolation and renunciation, this wave of energy spilled straight over into European living rooms. It seemed easy to (mistakenly) interpret the winning song “Zitti e buoni” (Shut up and behave) as a declaration of frustration of our youth in times of a pandemic. In fact, singer Damiano David is singing about the favourite topic of the band: the unrelenting need to, against all odds, be yourself, despite or perhaps because you are different. The message fits their provocative sex appeal, which the band uses to demonstrate their independence of gender norms at any given time. But the core essence of rock music has always been the promise of unlimited freedom.

Thus at the first moment, the meeting with Måneskin is kind of startling. It's Wednesday, we are in the top floor of the new Sony head quarters in Berlin. The four Italians have just started their two-week long promotion tour through Europe. In the afternoon there will be a live concert in a queer club [the SchwuZ, but that's not mentioned here] in Neukölln, which will be streamed via TikTok. Around one million viewers will watch the show, some of them even from Brazil, so people at Sony are pretty excited [for Måneskin to come here]. But at first, these stunningly gorgeous creatures [yes, that's the exact wording :D] are standing surrounded by an entourage of people – their management, PR team, a stylist, a photographer, people who can hold a smartphone or a cigarette if needed [this paragraph is worded a little weirdly, especially taking into account that basically their whole team / 'entourage' is just friends of them, but it seems like the journalist didn't know that or maybe they just wanted to describe their first impression]. They seem like fictional / artificial characters out of a Hollywood movie. Transparent frill blouses with blazers and flared leather trousers, even the platform boots, everything brand-new, the makeup makes their faces look like a glossy magazine cover even in person. The smokey eyes of De Angelis and Raggi make them look smug and bored. Later, on the pictures it will probably look cool.

So of course your first impression might be: This band is under contract to industry giant Sony ever since their success on an Italian casting show [X Factor] in Winter 2017. The music industry must have its hand in the game when a band is photographed half-naked by Oliviero Toscani and styled by Etro. Also, one does not simply rent a villa with a pool in Rome to produce new music there, isolated from the rest of the world. And who else went to London for two whole months, shortly before the winter lockdown, just for inspiration? After the TikTok concert in Berlin – De Angelis and David are now wearing fishnet shirts that sparkle with every move, their bare nipples covered with an X of black tape – the band is posing with a few influencers. In the world of social media you would call that 'producing content'. But what does that mean for a band who are preaching their hosanna of authenticity? How authentic is Måneskin? And is their pointedly casual approach to sexuality and gender cliches in today's pop-cultural spirit more than a marketing strategy?

We're in the interview, the recording device is running for not even five minutes, when Victoria De Angelis says: “Actually, we just try to be ourselves and do what we really want to do.” And really: The more you listen to those four how they speak about the early days of the band in their slurred Roman dialect, about the shoe box and their own experiences with being different, but most importantly about their shared obsession [with music], the more you realise that [De Angelis] is very serious. Ethan Torchio, who got his first drum kit at the age of six or seven from his father because he was beating everything he could reach, says: “For me, music is like food. I cannot live without it.” The bassist next to him laughs at his pathos. Singer Damiano David applauds the otherwise more reserved friend for his truthfulness [it says 'klarer Punkt', meaning 'for the point he makes', but it makes it seem like Damiano is agreeing with Ethan here, although it doesn't indicate whether he agrees that yes, music is everything for Ethan or that he understands and feels the same].

De Angelis and guitarist Raggi already knew each other from middle school and they were the ones who tried to form a band at the age of only 13, a band that actually took music seriously.

De Angelis: “It's just difficult at that age to find other people who really put everything into music and who truly commit themselves and are willing to invest a lot of their time.”

Raggi: “We set strict rules and scheduled fixed times for the rehearsals, for every day.”

David: “Fever, stomach ache, there was no excuse. Even if you were feeling sick in the rehearsal room. At least you were in the rehearsal room.”

The way the four of them talk across each other, completing each other's sentences, taking turns in talking and sometimes joking about each other, seems intimate and playful. Singer David remembers how at first bassist [De Angelis] was merciless towards him when it came to her first metal band project, as she told him that he wasn't committed enough [to the music]: “Back then I was still playing Basketball. I was one of the people that Vic absolutely didn't want [in her band].” Drummer Torchio was later discovered through Facebook, even though there had already been a drummer, a close friend, but he was not good enough. It seems as if even back then music was everything for them. Even if it meant that only Raggi managed to graduate.

And why rock, why rock music of all things? Because it's great, the four of them say in unison. David adds: “Actually, it's a genre that allows you to do everything you want to do.”

When they played on the street, they were laughed at by their classmates. But not only there. De Angelis explains that she never wanted to be a typical girl: “I was always deterred by those stupid boxes that people put you in, and that are just restricting and constraining you, because something is only regarded as male or female. I always rejected that. Instead, I just wanted to do the things I enjoyed doing, I went skating and played football.” Torchio says: “Friends who are not friends anymore were already telling me at the age of ten that those“ – he grabs his long, silky black hair – “were wrong. Because I'm a boy and boys are meant to have short hair, long hair is only for girls. I was bullied a lot for that.”

“Compared to the past, people in our age became much more open-minded. It gets better.” – Thomas Raggi

Frontman David on the other hand, for whom eye shadow, jingling earrings and nail polish as well as his bare torso with the tattoos have become trademarks by now, says: “I was actually more of the average boy.” De Angelis convinced him to try out some eyeliner, which he describes as a spiritual awakening: “I liked myself much more [with makeup]. I saw myself more as myself. As if it had been a suppressed desire of mine.” On a trip to Copenhagen with the others, when he realised that it really didn't matter what people were thinking about him, he got his first fake fur [coat? the article doesn't specify that] in a second-hand shop and let his clothing style be guided by his own love to experiment: “I realised that my whole life I was just going at half speed.” When it comes to diversity all four of them are becoming almost missionary.

At the same time, their success is not only opening doors for them. Back home in Rome they are barely able to go out on the street due to all the paparazzi. “[You need a] hoodie and huge sunglasses”, David says, “the mask is quite helpful, too.” And still, none of them is complaining, and Torchio explains why: “Even if those experiences right now may have sides that are not so pleasant, we still know that for us a dream is coming true. We experience something that we always had in our minds, so we are willing to face every consequence that this entails.”

So is the band facing difficult times, is Måneskin going to change with all the success? Again, all of them answer at the same time.

David: “I'm not worried about that.”

Raggi: “No way!”

De Angelis: “On the contrary. Everything that happened to us happened because we are who we are, so we want to continue the exact same way and stay ourselves.”

Just a few hours later, they are at the stage in Neukölln, bouncing around like pinballs, hammering at their instruments, flirting with each other. “We are out of our minds, but different from the others”, David sings their winning hymn against conformism, and: “The people talk, unfortunately they talk.” Here on stage, the four paradise birds [a German word describing someone with a flamboyant personality] with their half-nude-glittering outfits are radiating an incredible energy with the utmost sincerity, and you begin to wish there was a live audience instead of the TikTok cameras, absorbing and spreading this energy. Måneskin. A cry for a life after the pandemic, a cry for freedom and a better world.

“We do what we wished for all our lives.” – Ethan Torchio

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The Aftermath

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A/N: here she is, the little piece of the puzzle y’all have been waiting for. it’s a small part two of 1964, and it’ll take place just after their reunion at the end of the story!! i hope you enjoy it, because i missed writing my babies a lot and i hope you love them just as much as me.

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“Happy Birthday, Rose.”

No one can explain the phenomenon of joy processed through the body and soul as Harry spoke those simple words into the air to Y/N.

It can only be described as a chill shooting down her spine, flaring goosebumps on her skin, her mouth running dry at the sight of him, or maybe the way her eyes glossed over with a glistening sheen. Pure joy.

As if she didn't already feel transported back to 1964 when sharing her many stories with her eager to learn granddaughter, she certainly did now. Seeing Harry's face, the same features that made her swoon all those years ago - though a little mature now - made her feel like she was her twenty-one year old self all over again.

It felt like a movie, as if the two of them shaped back into their younger statures, adorned in the style from way back when, embodying a world of black and white that would explode into color. Hannah and Eleanor disappeared into the future, and all there was, was Harry and Y/N like how they once were.

Before she could process what she was doing, Y/N was scurrying across the wood floor, walking the fast she has in a while, throwing her arms around Harry’s shoulders and burying her face into the crook of his neck. She could feel the rumble of his chest as he laughed, easily reciprocating the love by engulfing her in a hug, pulling her impossibly closer.

The smell of the roses swarmed Y/N’s nose, tingling her senses in the best way possible. Her brain was overpowering as it continued to be overwhelmed by the events happening, still trying to understand how Harry, her H, was in front of her.

Pulling away a few moments later - but not completely unraveling herself from his hold - she looked up at him, looking at her favorite shade of green that she tried so hard to recreate yet always failed. “Are you really here?”

“Yes! He is, Nona!” Ellie cheered from behind her, causing everyone to gape at her while also laughing. He’s really here, in her arms, breathing the same air as her.

Maybe he wasn’t a dream, after all.

Looking back up at him, Y/N smiled softly, bringing her hands up under his jaw, using her thumbs to caress the soft skin that was lined with a little bit of stubble. “I missed you,” she whispered, almost like it was meant to be a secret.

With his own little grin, Harry placed his own free hand on her cheek, using his thumb to swipe the tear that managed to escape her eye without her noticing. Instinctively, Y/N leaned her head to rest in his palm, a reflex she never seemed to have shake.

Harry didn’t have to say anything back for her to know that he felt the same way, if not more. His actions always spoke a lot louder than his words, and it also seemed that old habits hardly seem to die, even so many years later.

“Okay,” Hannah cleared her throat, trying to gain the attention of the two older folk for the first time in the last couple of minutes. “We’re meeting Aunt Carmella and Uncle Frank in twenty minutes.”

The duo separated, heat rising to their cheeks as they realized just how close they had been for those moments. Harry offered her her bouquet of roses, to which she took gratefully and scurried off to find a vase, uttering a quick, “I’ll be right back.”

In reality, yes she went to find a vase, but Y/N also needed a second to recuperate, inhaling deeply to get her heart to start slowing its rapid pace. Fifty-five years since she’s seen him.

Fifty-five.

It was a lot to comprehend. She was convinced she’d never look at him, hold him, appreciate his existence ever again. One thing is for sure, she never did stop loving him.

Y/N placed her hands down on the counter she placed her roses on, leaning her weight onto her hands as she felt the emotions roll over her like waves crashing on a beach. Her insides felt like mush. She was experiencing the come down after getting off a rowdy rollercoaster, like those she used to go on on Coney Island whenever she visited New York. Electricity shot through her veins as if she had been succumbed to the consequences of the electric chair - yet it wasn’t painful. In fact, she felt alive.

“Mom,” Hannah spoke from behind her, causing her to nearly jump out of her skin. Y/N didn’t realize she had been so lost in her own thoughts for a few moments there. Raising her hand to her chest, she turned around and let out a breath, before smacking her daughter in the shoulder.

“You can’t do that to me, Han. I’m old, I could die from a heart attack.”

“Don’t even joke about something like that,” Hannah rolled her eyes. But quickly the annoyance dissipated as she remembered why she came into the kitchen in the first place. “Are you okay?”

Y/N pursed her lips, giving her a simple shrug. “Yes and no. It’s not easy being reminded of... the love and pain I felt. How did you even find him, anyway?”

Hannah sheepishly smiled, “Aunt Carmella...”

Y/N scoffed, knowing it was exactly like her friend to be secretive about something so monumental like knowing where Harry is and how to contact him. She couldn’t determine if it was a good thing that Carmella kept this information from her, but deep down she knew it was.

As soon as Y/N gathered her wits, the foursome were out the door and on their way to lunch. They had decided to drive two separate cars, and after a bit of begging, Y/N let Harry drive them in his rental. Though, along the way it was a bit of rocky journey. “First time driving on the right side of the road,” was his excuse.

In the car ride, Y/N took the time to truly admire the man she once laid beside at night, trying to wrap her head around the fact that he was next to her again. She wondered if in his old age he would turn wrinkled and decrepit, maybe using a cane or having a hunch back. It only seemed fitting that he beat all of those stereotypes and looked like he had the health of his younger self rather than a seventy-six year old man. He’s timeless; just like their love.

When they finally met up with Carmella, it didn’t take Y/N long to scold her friend for keeping such a humongous secret from her, and working in tandem with her own daughter and granddaughter. All the Italian woman did was shrug before latching her arms around both Harry and Y/N’s frames, pulling the three of them close for a long-awaited, reuniting hug that felt like home.

“Il trio è tornato e meglio che mai. questo merita un brindisi,” [The trio is back and better than ever. This deserves a toast] Carmella cheered, clapping her hands in giddiness as she waved the waitress back over to order the most extravagant wine.

Leaning down to whisper in Y/N’s ear, Harry muttered, “And I still have no idea what she’s saying.” Y/N bumped his shoulder with hers, shaking her head gently as a small smile snuck up onto her lips.

Lunch was shared with many laughs and old stories - all per the request of Ellie. She was eager to keep learning and eager to see her nona so happy.

When lunch was over and they were all saying goodbye, Ellie practically all but pushed Y/N to go with Harry so they could go somewhere private. Hannah of course condoned her daughter’s behavior, but also told her mom it was for the best they catch up without either of them around. They needed to be alone.

That’s how they ended up at the park downtown, where Y/N used to frequent often when she used to run in the mornings or whenever she needed a spark of creativity for her next painting.

Once Harry placed the car in park, the stagnant tension between them only rose as neither of them jumped to get out of the vehicle. They simmered, absorbed, melted into the atmosphere, basking in it before they flipped it on its head to talk about what they both had been avoiding.

It was an unspoken truce to get out of the car at the same time. The sun was winking at them through the clouds, luring them to venture deeper into the park, just like it used to. Almost as if the star was just as excited as them to be back in each other’s lives. The saying is if walls could talk, but what about the sun? Or the moon? Both kept Harry and Y/N’s moments inside of them, stored deep in their cores right next to all the other love that happened in their line of vision.

Out of instinct, the two locked hands. And they didn’t seem to mind. It felt like a magnet pulled them together, and it would take a lot of force to break them apart.

As they walked along the paved path, being passed by those on bikes or joggers, or really even anyone that walked faster. They weren’t in any sort of rush, because moments like these aren’t meant to be fast paced. They needed to simmer, absorb, and melt.

Harry decided to be the first to speak up, surprising both of them considering, well, his past. “I see the artist life treated you well.”

Slightly turning her head to face him, she laughed softly, shrugging her shoulders. “I guess it did. You predicted it.”

I can’t wait to buy your art one day.

Harry gazed down at his feet, humming a response. He didn’t have the proper words to respond to her allusion to his letter. Hearing the twinge of spite sitting on top of her words was enough for him to gauge that his letter was a sore topic for her. And rightfully so, because even he hasn’t completely forgiven himself for not giving her a proper goodbye.

Coming up on a patch of grass that was half hidden beneath a large oak tree and half in the glory of the sunlight, Harry and Y/N decided to take a seat. If they were going to throw themselves into the past, might as well go all the way and lay in the grass like they did in Florence. Albeit, they wouldn’t actually lay down because it would’ve been impossible for either of them to properly get up.

They rested their backs against the large trunk, looking out into the field and watching little kids play around as their parents kept their distance off to the side with other parents. Y/N found it near impossible to not snap a mental picture of what was in front of her, cursing herself for not bringing her camera with her. It was a beautiful day, and one she wished to remember. Not because of the dreadful conversation that was bound to swallow her whole or the man sitting beside her, but because of the landscape.

What a waste of a beautiful day.

Now, it was her turn to break the silence, because she knew he wouldn’t. He may have once, but that was all he could probably handle. “Tell me about your life, Harry. Please.”

Letting out a breath of air he didn’t realize he had been holding in, Harry twiddled with his thumbs in his lap. “Got two kids. Ben and, uh, Rose.”

Ouch.

“Five beautiful grandchildren.” He spoke shortly and to the point, finding it very difficult to open up the can of worms that is his life.

Once Harry got the call from Carmella that he was going to surprise Y/N for her birthday, he couldn’t get on a plane any faster. The idea of being face-to-face with her again after so many years was daunting and normally he found it difficult to escape his confined box of reality. But that was the thing about Y/N, she always made things seem less terrible to him.

England is his origin and where his family resides, but it hardly felt like home anymore.

His marriage with Nancy balanced on its very thin, tight rope for thirty years, but they both knew it was bound to fall off. Once he returned from Italy, it was like he was a soldier returning from war, because he in no way was the same man who left for Italy when coming home. But, they pushed on, because it was what they were meant to do.

They had two wonderful kids and they seemed like the picturesque family they were planned to be. Behind closed doors, they were anything but. He and Nancy fought a lot and their kids seemed to loathe him for reasons still unbeknownst to him. He supported them and loved them like any parent would, yet it felt like they joined everyone else in his life that wanted to keep him silent. Everyone except one person.

Once his and Nancy’s divorce was finalized, the kids couldn’t be more thrilled. All they needed was a solid reason to drop their father out of their lives. As the years went on they slowly worked him back into their day-to-day routine, but not really. Only for the sake of his grandkids was he in their lives.

It was especially hard living his life knowing his own creations couldn’t stand him just like everyone else, and that was exactly why he couldn’t agree faster to get on a plane to America.

“I officially retired last year, so m’not really doing much these days. Actually, I picked up drawing again if y’could believe it. Haven’t touched a pencil for artistic purposes since... well, since then.” Their heads remained forward, not a single glance made towards one another because it felt easier this way.

Y/N listened intently to the drawl of his voice, engraving the words he spoke deep into her mind, right next to the dusty ones he spoke fifty-five years prior. Everything and anything he’s ever said rests idly on little bookshelves in her brain, collecting dust the longer she takes to go back and hear them over. It was nice to add new additions to her collection. “That sounds lovely, H.”

His heartstrings pulled at the use of his nickname, something only she would call him. He was only Harry to any one, both by his choice and because every one else was too prim to call him something else.

Y/N took notice to how he mentioned nothing of Nancy, and paired that with the fact he wasn’t wearing a wedding band on his most intimate finger. She thinks maybe he did it out of courtesy to not beckon any unwarranted anguish and pain for her sake - because that’s exactly why she didn’t wear hers.

When she went to put her flowers in a vase in the kitchen, she slid her engagement and wedding rings off her finger and set them down gently on the counter, not wanting to clash her two separate lives.

That’s why she had to ask about her. She couldn’t keep going if she didn’t have any sort of answer to her wondering questions that she’s had for the past five decades. “How’s Nancy?” Y/N didn’t care to actually know how she is, she just wanted to know their story.

The leaves above them blew in the suddenly apparent wind, threatening them that what they were about to indulge in was like a storm on the horizon. It was bound to come and impossible to avoid. “Dunno. Haven’t spoken to her in a couple of weeks.”

This opened the door to many unanswered questions in Y/N’s mind, sending her down on spiral of want and need for an explanation that he didn’t seem keen on giving. This closed the most important door, flooding her with relief she didn’t realize she needed to feel just a little less pain sitting next to him.

Not knowing just how to pose her next question, Harry beat her to the punch, halting her thoughts in her tracks. “We’re divorced.”

Divorced. A strange concept. Y/N never imagined divorcing her husband in all of the years they were married. It seemed trivial and time-consuming and led to no greater purpose in her mind. She could either be miserably alone, or miserable with a man by her side. The latter seemed the most comforting.

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“I’m not. We weren’t meant to be,” he chuckled, laughing not because it’s actually funny, but because Y/N knew they weren’t meant to be. It was obvious. “Just meaningless pieces in my parents puzzle.”

Hearing his broken words that he used to rant about all those years ago resurface, Y/N couldn’t help reaching for his hand again, clasping it between both of hers and holding it in her lap. It didn’t matter how many years had passed, because it was certain his parents were still a sore subject. She wanted him to know that she never forgot the hurt they put him through, and that she will always be on his side. Always.

Diverting the attention away from himself, it was Harry’s turn to pour salt into a wound he knew would sting harshly. “Did you uh, ever get married, Rose?”

When Carmella had managed to get his number a couple years after Italy, they kept in contact nearly every week. A lot of the time their topic of conversation would revolve around Y/N, and what ever new information Carmella could relay. One thing he refused to know however, was if she ever got married. He didn’t need to know, nor did he want to. But now, he supposes he does.

“I did. He passed in February.” The 1st. Coincidental, maybe ironic. “He was a good man.”

Silence. It was nice Y/N was able to settle herself with someone deemed to be good. It’s what she deserved. But Harry didn’t want to know anymore.

Silence. They kept their heads forward, but over time Y/N’s head slowly ended up resting on Harry’s shoulder. Their hands stayed latched and their bodies radiated each other’s warmth. Y/N felt cold though. Rehashing their pasts slowly brought them closure, but it in no way healed the pain that rested heavy on her heart. “I wish things could’ve been different for us, Harry.” They deserved different than what they were given. Why do soulmates exist if they can’t be together?

A love like theirs is folklore; unsure if it ever existed, but meant to be told for generations. “We were special don’t you think?”

“We were everything,” Harry murmured, squeezing her hands, then planting a gentle kiss to the crown of her head.

Y/N laughed again at his allusion, but she wasn’t laughing because it was funny, but because it stung like a wasp. Over and over again. “I’ve still got that stupid piece of paper, y’know. Your letter. Saved it all these years because it was all I had.”

The little anger she had left inside of her began to bubble up. Though it didn’t last very long as tears welled in her eyes, just like when she picked up the stupid paper for the first time. Grief stampeded her stomach like a herd of frightened elephants, bruising her deeply as the pain she felt from that day made itself known in the present.

“You didn’t say goodbye. Why didn’t you say goodbye?”

The wind picked up as the clouds in the sky completely covered the sun in forecast, hovering over Harry as a reminder, just in case he didn’t already know the pain he caused.

Pulling Y/N close to his chest, he let her cry, knowing it was best to not say anything at all. She wasn’t legitimately asking why he didn’t, but it felt good to get the question off her chest. So he let her cry, his own tears pricking his waterline, balancing on the edge before tumbling over and down onto his cheeks.

Just when the sun began to come out from its hiding spot, the two subsided their emotions, calming down just like the leaves above their heads. The storm had passed. All that’s left now is the aftermath.

“We don’t get forever, Rose. But we have each other now.”

Something tells them though that despite how many physical years they may have left with one another, they’ll always have forever. The thought rests easy on their minds.

With just a few more minutes of sitting in the grass and simmering, absorbing, melting, the duo decided it was time to get up. They were going to put the past behind them, starting with the fact that maybe they were too old to be sitting in the grass like they used to.

Laughs and giggles were exchanged as they both tried to get to their feet as gracefully as possible without drawing any attention to themselves. They were a heap of giggles and optimism as they retraced their steps back onto the pathway, heading back to his car.

It almost seemed like déjà vu the moment a speedy bicyclist zoomed past Y/N, nearly grazing her left side. She moved out of his way just in the nick of time, but haphazardly fell into Harry’s arms, who always seemed ready to catch her even in the most abrupt of times.

It all happened so fast yet also so slow, running parallel to the moment this exact occurrence happened fifty-five years ago. Their whole day ran parallel to their pasts, so it was only inevitable that that same electricity sparked through their bodies again.

They gazed into each other’s eyes the moment her body felt safe, that same magnet pulling them close enough that their mouths were only a few inches apart. Not a single word was exchanged as their breaths mingled together and their fingers gripped each other forcefully.

Remembering when she told Ellie about their first electric moment, Ellie immediately questioned if the two of them had kissed because it seemed like the perfect moment. Disappointingly, they didn’t.

She would hate to disappoint her granddaughter again.

So, this time they did.

It was the perfect moment, after all.

#artist babies will always be special to me :’)#harry styles blurb #harry styles au #harry styles imagine #harry styles one shot #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x reader #harry styles fic #harry styles angst #harry styles writing #harry styles #one direction fanfiction

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haveyouseenthisskeleton · 2 years

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Okay so this is new- but I'll do it on my bday because I have nothing to do other than online class-

Soo I have been thinking about this for a while but if you, Fanwi, were the S/O what would you do with the skellies?? :0

Omg, I forgot there was this ask xD Let's go then.

Undertale Sans - Damn, nothing would be done in the house. We would literally just waits in the couch for something to happen. Though, it might work since we both have a terrible sense of humor. Though, I guess it would be boring after a while.

Undertale Papyrus - I love him and all, but god, he would be too much for me xD I'm not a cuddly type of people and I just need my independance sometimes, and my Papyrus has a hard time understanding that. However, his optimism is very well appreciated.

Underswap Sans - N O P E. I can't stand hyperactive people. I am sometimes because of ADHD but I can't stand it all the time or it would drive me totally crazy. I'm not a big fan of Blue anyway, he's too happy to not be suspicious.

Underswap Papyrus - Now that's more my type. Though it would not last because I hate hugs and he is like the main hugger of the band and he needs it to be happy. But we can be geek friends I guess.

Underfell Sans - Probably fine. I'm a video games fan and I love dark humor, so I'm pretty sure we would get along well. Though he's a bit too ok with sex for me. I'm aro and ace, so thanks but no thanks. I honestly think it would stay platonic.

Underfell Papyrus - That would never happen because I love too much teasing close minded people and he would hate this and scream all the time because he is a huge baby.

Horrortale Sans - Well, except for the hugs, he's kinda a perfect match. Silent, not always in S/O's lap and can take care of himself, with a great sense of humor. + the purring, who doesn't want Oak to purr at yourself? If not, you're weird.

Horrortale Papyrus - Too much of a mother figure. I like him but I would not bear his overprotectivness for long.

Horrorswap Sans - Ok, he's maybe calmer but he is still freaking me out so no. I don't know, I just have trouble with his face I swear.

Horrorswap Papyrus - A bit like Honey, the hug part would be a huge problem since he needs his S/O to get better after the Underground traumatism. But why not. He's a cute guy.

Horrorfell Sans - Big no. He's nice and all but the stalking part is way too tiring, I would get mad in no time. I don't need a baby sitter.

Horrorfell Papyrus - Probably a yes, since he's calmer and a bit more open minded. He has a great personnality and even if he can be a jerk sometimes, it's less bad than his younger self so it's ok.

Swapfell Sans - Surprisingly, it could work. Even if his ego is exploding scores, he's patient, he's not screaming all the time, he is polite, and respectful, and quite supportive over creative people. I think the fact he's playing tough and all but that he's scared of every little surnatural thing is pretty hilarious, but man, when I was little I was scared of Kermit and the Teletubbies so I can't judge you know. + in my headcanons, he is ace and aro too !

Swapfell Papyrus - Not in a romantic way, but friends is good enough. I love how chaotic and awkward he can be and despite everything he had been through, still being nice. I like the fact he has a bit of a secretive dark side too, but it's not a secret by now that I prefer characters with horrible backstories.

Outertale Sans - Funny fact, sometimes I have vertigo in my bed. So keep your flying crap away from me, bye. Moon is a bit too much of a jokster for me too, I would feel a bit too awkward next to him.

Outertale Papyrus - Lol. So, funny fact, my version of Outertale Papyrus is based on my mom, so, uh, that would be terribly awkward. I'm staring from a safe distance, thanks.

Dancetale Sans - He's nice, but man, daaaance urgh. I'm tired just walking my dogs. Rambo is also too wary of everything, it's annoying.

Dancetale Papyrus - Same than his brother honestly. He's a bit too overfocus for me, even if I can understand this, it's frustrated if I can't talk of what I like too.

Dancefell Sans - Why not. (god, i'm starting to see a pattern xD). He's nice and emotive, loves video games and traveling, and he is creative too. Rumba is a writer too.

Dancefell Papyrus - No thanks. I worked 2 years with dramatic Youtubers, it was enough xD

Farmtale Sans - I would love him, but the contrary would be difficult. Sam loves active people, and I'm not :') He is trustworthy, honest and say what he wants to say when he wants to say it. He's good at comforting people and he has animals. But he is also close minded, has no tolerance for lazy people and can be a little rude when he's not in good mood, which would lead to obvious conflicts, so... maybe in a friendly relationship but not more.

Farmtale Papyrus - He's too shy, I'm shy too. It would just be very awkward, but why not. He loves video games, and creative stuff, and he is just genuinely nice to everyone, and he can talk to animals. He's cute.

Mafiatale Sans - That wouldn't end very well. He's chaotic, I'm chaotic, leave us in a room and it sets on fire in the next 5 minutes. Though, he would definitely be a best friend choice since we have a lot in common.

Mafiatale Papyrus - Nope, Creeper is creepy and he's doing too much murder jokes to the point where it's very awkward.

Mafiafell Sans - DOGS. Of course we would be friends. I could spend hours just playing with his dogs. People with dogs can't be all evil anyway.

Mafiafell Papyrus - Dude, I have survival instincts. If I tease the guy, I'm dead, so I'll just say very far away from him instead.

Ink - That would be even worse than with Demon. Leave us in a room ten minutes and I'm sure we can break the reality by mistake. I'm not trusting the guy anyway. Though, his vision of emotions sort of match mine xD

Error - I'm not sure how he would go, but I wouldn't resist long the need to bother him and it would not end well. At least, no hugs, so it's kind of a positive thing I guess.

Disbelief Papyrus - The only guy I would give a hug to. But other than that, it would go mostly like Papyrus. He's a bit more calm, but he has lots of insecurities I can't deal with.

Dustale Sans - It can be fun, but Dune is too far gone in his world to grow attach to anybody. He just has a weird curiosity. But being noticed is already a big step for your relationship with him.

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give-her-hell-from-us-pevees · 4 years

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He Could Be the one

Reggie Imagine

This is the fourth time I’ve posted this. For some reason it won’t come up in the tags. If it doesn’t for you, let me know! hehe I did it y’all!!! I’ve been thinking about this all day and I just had to write out!! i change the lyrics “hes a cutie” to guitar cutie because when I was little i was convinced it was guitar cutie

Based of the amazing Hannah Montana song, He Could Be the One. The band finds a song in your book about a “guitar cutie” and the boys tease Luke. However, the band quickly forgets that there are three boys that play guitar in the band.

You had a massive crush on Reggie. There was no denying it. At first you thought there was no way you could a thing for your bandmate. But the more you were with him, the more you found yourself falling for him. And it wasn’t just band practice, you guys were always together. Sometimes you just needed to get away from the boys for a while, but Reggie was always the first to make sure you were okay. He would find you in your little spot on the beach, or in your favorite music store looking at the new records and tapes. He would just plop down next to you and wrap his arm around you and talk about your day.

Reggie was so sweet. He was always your number one hype man during shows or practice. When you felt like you weren’t good enough for the band he was always there to show you your worth. “Y/N we wouldn’t be the same with out you! Your songs bring so much to band. They can connect to the fans and I don’t know how you do it!”

Not to mention, that face. That smile. That adorable, goofy, toothy smile he has had ever since he was little boy. Whenever he flashes his smile at you, you feel heart race and you pray nobody else can hear it. He was just so damn cute all the time. How is it possible? When on stage, you would look and see him dancing and jumping while playing his bass and you wished you could dance with him.

But you were scared to tell him. You didn’t want to cause any drama in the band.

But after awhile you realize how much you loved this boy, you had to let it somehow. So, you did what you did best; wrote a song.

You had a notebook, similar to Luke’s that was filled with songs. Some completed, other pages just had random versus. You were sat in a bean bag chair in the garage writing before band practice. You had your notebook propped up against your knees as you wrote down the song. Once you started, you couldn’t stop writing. Everything you had felt the past few months were being let out onto this piece of paper. The words flowed effortlessly on the page.

“Hey baby girl”

You jumped and fell of your chair. Your notebook slammed shut.

“Fuck Reggie!” your heart was pounding. You couldn’t tell if it was because Reggie scared you, or because he almost saw the song you were writing about him, or because he called you baby girl. Although “baby girl” was a daily thing with him.

“Woah okay. Sorry Y/N’ he gave his hand out for you to help you get up when he noticed your book in your hand.

“New song?” he asked.

“Something. It’s not that good though.” You tell him placing the book in your bag before he can see it.

“Y/N, how many times do we have to talk about this? You're the best song writer we have! You can do no wrong”

Your face started to heat up as you turned around to look a Reggie. You tried to play it cool and roll your eyes. “Don’t let Luke hear you say that. But I do think Home Is where my horse deserves some credit” you said jokingly.

“See, this is why I love you. You my girl, have great taste” he said while point at you with that boyish smile.

Love?

“my girl”

My god how does he get your heart to act like this?

“Taste is anything that isn’t Bobby’s songs” You tell him trying to busy yourself at your keyboard.

“That’s very true”

As he said that the rest of the band started to walk into the garage. Luke looked like he was about to explode with excitement. “Everything okay Luke?” Reggie asked.

“We got a gig tomorrow night on the Strip!”

Your eyes widened and mouth dropped. “The strip? Seriously? Where at?” you asked joining the rest of the group.

“Some new club is opening tomorrow night and they asked if we could perform!” Alex said.

“Oh my god! Think of the amount of people that are going to be there! This is great guys!” you said.

Luke said something about getting practiced but you told the boys that would be right back. You were going into the house for some water.

“New club, I’m thinking a new song” Luke said.

“Do you have anything written?” Alex asked

“I don't” Luke said

“ I have some-”

“Y/N was writing a song when I walked in” Reggie said interrupting Bobby.

“Great! lets look!” Luke said. He grabbed your bookbag off the ground and dumped the contents onto the small coffee table in front of the couch. Your school work, pens, random pieces of trash, and your notebook came falling out of your bag. Luke grabbed the notebook and flipped to the last written page.

Luke started to read the beginning of the song“Smooth talkin, so Rockin. He’s got everything a girls wanting …”

“ A lovesong? really? That’s not very us. Or Y/N” Bobby said.

“I don’t think we are meant to see this” Alex said.

“come on, Keep going Luke” Reggie said eagerly.

Luke took a deep breathe and started reading the song out loud again, “He’s a cutie, he plays it groovy. and I can’t keep myself from doin’ somethin’ stupid”

“Guys I really don’t think-”

“Woah! Wait a minute guys listen to this” Luke said, “He’s lightnin’, sparks are flyin’ Everywhere I go he’s always on my mind and I’m goin’ crazy about him lately And I can’t help myself from how my heart is racin’ Think I’m really diggin’ on his vibe He really blows me away”

“Yea Guys were definitely aren’t meant to to see this” Alex said

As Alex spoke Luke eyes went wide and he dropped the notebook on the table.

“What? what is it” Reggie asked. He walked over to where luke was standing and he pointed to the words, “guitar cutie”

“Guit-guitar cutie?” Reggie said in shock.

Alex popped up from his chair and went over to reggie, “Guitar cutie?”

Luke looked up at the boys and point to his guitar that was strapped around his neck and then to himself, “Guitar cutie”

“Y/N likes Luke?” Bobby said

“I guess! who else would be guitar cutie?” Luke said

“um I don’t know. me?” Bobby said.

“No she has taste” Reggie said without stuttering.

“Who has taste?”

The boys all screamed when they saw you walk in with a water for each of them.

“What are you looking at?” you ask them, your voice filled concern. Alex tried to hide the book but Luke took it out of his hands. “Guitar cutie?” he asked you.

Oh no

“Wh-what?” you asked

“Your song that you wrote. ‘Guitar Cutie’s, is that- is that me?“ Luke asked you

"You had no right to go through my stuff Luke!” You said. Your voice was mix of rage and embarrassment. “I don’t just flip through your song book without asking!

"I’m sorry Y/N we were just trying to find a new sing for the gig tomorrow. It was the first one we saw. We’re so sorry”

You were on the verge of tears,“You all saw the song?” You didn’t want to right.

“We all saw the song Y/N” Reggie said with his hand on the back of his neck.

“But Y/N” Alex said. “If you need to talk to us, or well um … Luke we can go”

“It’s not about him!” you said

“I knew it!” Bobby said with confidence

You walled away from Luke with daggers in your eyes and stormed over to Bobby. “And don’t flatter yourself Bobby because it sure as hell not about you either” You yelled at him. “You don’t know shit Bobby!” Your turned to look at the rest of them “Clearly none of you do”

You turned around and ripped your book out of Luke’s hands. You held the book to your chest as tears started to roll down your cheek as you walked out of the garage.

“Oh we really messed up this time” Alex said.

“Wait” Bobby said. “If it’s not about Me-”

“Or me” Like said.

“It’s clearly not me” Alex said.

“Then who is it?” Bobby asked.

All of the boys were looking around the room at each other. And then, a light bulb went off and Reggie’s eye went wide with the realization.

“I play bass” he simply said.

It finally dawned on the boys. “You’re guitar cute!?” They shouted together.

Reggie grabbed his leather jacket off the couch along with your bag. “I gotta go” Reggie said running out the door.

It took a little while, but Reggie finally found you on the beach near your house. He saw you sitting close to the water with your feet in the ocean. You had your head down in your hands. As sad as you were Reggie couldn’t help but be filled with happiness and pride at the thought that you like him back.

Reggie always liked you. Whenever his parents were fighting, he would go straight to your house. You never interrogated him like the rest of the boys did. If he wanted to talk, you’d talk with him about what happened. If not, you’d find a way to take his mind off it.

He swears when ever he hears you sing, it’s like listening to angels. You have the most beautiful voice he has ever heard. He loves just sitting with you at piano as you sing and mumble to yourself as you figure out how your new song should sound like.

Not to mention, you are the most beautiful girl he knows. Inside and out. You were smart, creative, goofy and kind. But he couldn’t help but want to stare into your Y/E/C eyes. He also love your hands. He loved watching how soft and delicately they moved over your piano at home or your keyboard you used in the band.

And the fact that you, his absolutely dream girl, wrote a song about him? My god he has to hear it to music.

He took his jacket off and carried it in his hand as he walked down to you on the beach. Without saying a word, he draped his jacket around your shoulders and sat down next you.

“Reggie now is not a good time” you said in your hands.

“We don’t have to talk about what happened” Reggie said. “But if you are gonna call me Guitar cutie, I reserve the right to call you Piano Cutie”

You took your head away from your hands and Reggie saw how red and puffy your eyes were from crying “Reginald if you came all the way down here to make fun of me I swear to god-”

“No!” Reggie exclaimed. “I just meant, ya know. After I ask you out, if your little nickname for me is going to be guitar cutie, I deserve to call you Piano Cutie. Or at least call me Bass Cutie. Cause honestly, the whole Guitar cutie thing confused the boys a lot”

“Wait. What?” You asked.

And in typical reggie fashion, he wrapped his arms around you. But his other hand went to cup your cheek and he leaned down and kissed you. Your body quickly tensed up after being able to process what was happening, your hand immediately went into Reggie’s hair and pulled him closer. Your noses were pushed together by how close the two of you were. Your hand moved from his hair to his cheek as you pulled away to get some air. As you pulled away Reggie was looking at you with the most loving look in his eyes.

“Got anymore songs about me, Piano Cutie?”

#Reggie #reggie julie and the phantoms #reggie jatp #reggie jatp imagine #reggie Julie and the phantom imagine #reggie julie and the phantoms imagine #Jeremy Shada #JATP #JATP imagine #JATP reggie imagine #luke julie and the phantoms #luke julie and the phantoms imagine #alex julie and the phantoms #alex and willie #Willie and Alex

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Imagine if Kai fell in love with pop’s daughter and he’s extremely delusional that their destined to be together that he ticks her into marrying him and when she realizes her mistake she’s pregnant

This ask is so beautiful, thank you so much. We all love Kai being a delusional idiot.

@zuffer-weird-girl I thought this went pretty well with the pictures so might as well kill two birds with one stone :> ~~~

Title: Cherry Blossom

Yandere!Overhaul x F!Reader Warnings: Angst, fluff, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of sexual acts, gore, blood, murder, slight nsfw A/N I tried looking for how old overhaul was when he was taken in but i couldn’t find anything so im just gonna go say that he’s 6. Sorry for the time skips at the end, i wanted to finish this by tonight and was running my creativity dry trying to finish it. ~~~ As you waited in the garden for your father to come back from his walk you sat in your favorite tree and read your favorite book. You must have read it so many times that you know each word by heart. “Here my boy i want you to meet someone.” You heard your fathers voice coming into the garden and you looked down and saw him walking with a boy the same age as you. “Hi father! Who’s that?” You laughed as you looked at them from the branch you sat on. Your pigtails moving as your head titled to the side. “Well this is Kai Chisaki. He will be living with us now! Kai this is my daughter (y/n).” You waved hi in the tree as you smiled down at the boy. The boy looked up at you with a lazy gaze before his eyes widen when he saw you truly.

The sunshine that glowed through the branched and leaves of the cherry blossom tree gave you a heavenly look to you. The sunshine outlining your being, you smiling down at him gave you this angelic persona. “H-Hi...” Was all he could say before you jumped from the tree and ran to give him a hug. “Finally! I have someone to play with!” You giggled as you kept your arms wrapped around him.

“Now now, Kai here doesn’t like being touched. Clean freak here.” He could feel your arms leave him quickly and before he could bask in your warmth once more you had backed up and apologized for hugging him. “Sorry about that Chisaki! I didn’t know. Wait do you have a quirk?” Your question annoyed him but his tiny heart kept bumping in his chest. “Yes...” Was all he said before you crossed your arms and pouted. Fearing he did something wrong he went to speak but pops had beat him to it. “Now (y/n), i know it sucks that you don’t have a quirk but hey at least you got Chisaki to always protect you right my boy?” Yes he would. ~~~ 5 years later Kai sat in the living room watching you intently as you concentrated on your homework. Your hair in a messy bun to keep it out of your face as your eyes were glued to the paper.

“Ugh Kai can you please help me? This is hard!” You whine while looking at him with those puppy eyes. He had let you call him Kai cause you needed to be able to say his name before you got married. Yes he knew he was still young, but that gave him plently of time to plan the wedding!

“Uh Kai?” Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

“Yeah sure.” He kept his straight face so you wouldn’t know his feelings for you just yet. It had to be the perfect time.

“Thanks Kai!” You give him a light hug making him freeze and have a light pink spread across his face.

“Okay...um..what do you need help with?”

~~~

3 years later

Kai growled as he saw you hanging out with the new boy. What was so cool about that disgusting quirk filled verm? He was going to taint you, take away your perfect pure form.

“Dude, you done burning holes in the back of his head?” Hari’s voice grabbed his attention. Hari was a friend he met in 3rd grade (don’t actually know if thats acurate but bare with me) He was one of the only people he could stand besides you.

“He’s trying to take (y/n) away from me.” His voice went a note lower as he watched you talk to him like you’ve known each other for years.

“Their such a cute couple don’t you think?” Kai snapped his neck towards a random girl who was fawning over the ‘cute’ scene in front of her.

“What?” Kai said trying to keep his composure.

“Oh didn’t you hear? He asked her out and now they started dating! Their so cute together!” The girl giggled before running off to her friends leaving Kai in a state of seeing only red.

“...Uh Kai, I’m seeing a face on you that concerns me.” Hari says as he see’s his friend seething with anger.

“How dare he?”

“What?”

“How dare that disgusting pig steal what’s rightfully mine.” The rumble from Kai’s voice made Hari realize that Kai wasn’t fucking around.

“She belongs to me, she was mine the day I met her.” Kai’s hands were shaking with anger as he looked at the two of you smiling.

“Well what are you going to do about it?”

“There’s only one way to make sure that Angel stays all mine.” Hari raised an eyebrow at Kai who turned and looked at him.

“We kill him.”

~~~

That Night

Kai had planted a note in that boys locker, saying it was from you and to meet him by the Cherry Tree in the park to ‘talk’.

After waiting a few minutes, hiding in the branches of the Cherry Tree, the boy finally shows up to the park walking towards the tree.

Kai watched as his target go right under the branch he was hiding, looking for you.

Kai jumped from the branch and landed on top of the kid before placing his fingers on the boys face, making him explode into nothing but blood on the grass.

Kai looked down at his dead rival with a derranged look in his eyes as his smile covered his face. Little blood droplets going down his face landing on his clothes which were already soaked in blood making Kai scratch at his arms. Trying to make the hives go away.

“Angel is mine and will always be mine...”

~~~

The next day

“Kai did you hear! (R/N) went missing last night! No one can find him!” You ran up to him worried as you looked around paranoid.

“Really? That’s unfortunate.” Kai was lucky enough that his mask that he wore covered his smug smile. Of course he went missing, that filth could be around his perfect angel.

“What if he was kidnapped?! We could be next for all we know!” You shook in your spot before jumping onto Kai holding onto him tightly to try and hide your scared expression from him.

“Don’t worry an-(y/n), no one will hurt you as long as im around.” He let out a sigh of relief. He almost called you his angel. Well yes you were but the first time he wanted to call you that was when he would confess to you.

“You really mean it?” You looked up at him with your (e/c) eyes hoping he was serious.

“Of course I would never let anything happen to you.”

Angel

~~~

Ya’ll are in your twenties now

Kai sat in his office at the Shie Hassakai base, looking through the paperwork that seemed to be never ending. His pen hitting the table as he tries to think on anything other then you.

You plagued his mind every day. Ever since that filth tried to take you away from him, he was always paranoid that someone was gonna take you away from him. He would often day dream of a little family with you. Kai wasn’t much for kids but they would be pure just like her.

He would sit for hours at his desk thinking about what it would be like to see you walk down that isle. To be married to him. That way once your married, you would never ever be able to leave him. He would make sur-

“Hey Kai! I was gonna watch a movie by myself but I thought maybe you wanted to watch one with me?” Kai’s cheeks light up in happiness as the thought of you next to him made him overwhelmed with joy.

“Sure.”

~~~

You both sat at the couch while watching a movie you had picked out. Kai usually wasn’t a fan of horror but if it meant getting cuddles by you he was willing to do so.

“I can’t believe you haven’t even jumped yet! Did you already watch this movie?” You crossed your arms and pouted.

“No. Why would i rewatch a movie I have already seen?”

“Fair point I guess, h you’ll never believe what happened!” You said as you looked up at Kai squealing.

“What?”

“Someone asked me out on a date! I met him when i was getting groceries!” You smile at him waiting for a response.

“Really....” You didn’t notice the danger in his voice as you kept talking about this one disgusting filth that dared to ask you out.

Was he gonna have to take care of the trash again? Yes. He would do anything for his angel. And he was gonna have her all to himself.

No matter the consequences...

~~~

Kai slowly walked behind you as you made your way to said date. He couldn’t let you go wandering off by yourself could he? No. You were quirkless, you NEEDED him. And he needed you so it all played out.

There was no room for anyone else in the picture.

Kai quickly hid in a nearby alley waiting and watching for your ‘date’ to show up, just so he could see what he looks like.

And to get some info on him and how he should go about killing the trash.

He watched you from far away as the tiniest gust of wind blew your hair a little bit making Kai smile as you try to put it back into place while forming a small pout. He could watch you all day. Your (h/c) hair shinning as it caught the attention of the sun.

He noticed that you were looking around a lot as well as looking on your phone. He raised and eyebrow before remembering that your date was suppose to be here at 2.

It was 3.

He had spent so much time watching you that the day went by fast. Not that he was complaining of course. He enjoyed watching you, but what he didn’t enjoy was you crying.

You had gotten up from your seat and started taking off in his direction.

‘Nows my chance!’

“Oh hey (y/n), what happened?”

“He stood me up..” You say as tears streamed down your face. Kai looked at you and couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit of lust.

The way your eyes were watering made his mind run wild with unholy thoughts of you on your knees sucking him off, looking up at him while tears streamed down your face as you gagged around his-

“Kai?” You ripped him of his lustful thoughts making him look down at you. You hugged him tightly burying your face into his chest.

“Yes?” He replied trying to hid his lust.

“Am I just that ugly that no one wants me?” You looked up at him, your tears staining his shirt. He looked at you with softness in his features but anger in his body.

How dare some low life filth make his angel feel bad about themselves. That trash will deserve anything that Kai gives him.

“No, your not. You are beautiful. A very beautiful angel.” Your eyes teared up before you hooked your arms around his neck and buried your face.

“Thank you Kai.”

~~~

7 months later

Kai stood at the alter watching you as you walked down the aisle. Your white dress hugged your body perfectly, letting his imagination run wild.

Once you stepped onto the alter he knew that once this was over he was gonna claim you. Make sure that you never ever leave him again.

And claim you he did

~~~

1 month later

You sat at your bed that you shared with Kai. A happiness filled your entire being as you looked down at the pregnancy test. A positive pregnancy test.

You get up and jump up and down in excitement. Oh how happy Kai will be right! He would make a great father! He loves you so much so why wouldn’t he love his child.

You couldn’t wait to tell pops either! He had been away for awhile so you couldn’t wait to tell him the good news when he got back!

Pops had been gone for about 4 months. He sadly missed your wedding but Kai said that pops wished he could be there.

You smile as you grab some clothes out of your closet and proceeded to put some on, not dressing fancy but in comfortable clothes.

You open the door of your room before skipping in the hallways of the compound. Your feet making a pitter patter noise like the sounds of children’s feet.

Wait children?

You turn around and see a little girl no more than 6 running as fast as she could towards you. You run towards her as well worried as you saw her arms and legs covered in bandages.

“Woah, woah, sweetie. What’s wrong?”

“Please help me...he..he hurts me...” Your eyes go wide as you grab the trembling child in your hands before picking her up and running in the compound trying to find a random room so you could talk to the little girl alone.

You open one room and close the door, locking it before turning it around and gasping at the sight you saw.

Your dear father lying on a hospital bed. IV’s hooked up to him. He looked terrible. You go over towards your father with the little girl in your hands as tears run down your face. You held your fathers cheek with your remaining hand before you turn to the child and set her down.

“Who’s hurting you sweetie? I promise I will make them pay-”

“It...it was mister Overhaul... he uses me as a lab rat. He’s the one who put my grandpa in a coma!” The little girl cried into your arms. You soon realized that this was your niece. You father told you of a older daughter he had that left so long ago.

“Who’s Overhaul baby?” You say as your grip on her tightens as you try your best to comfort her.

“He..wears a black or beak like mask and wear a really ugly green coat-”

“Kai...” You covered your mouth as more tears run down your face as you and the little girl both sob into each others arms.

“What’s...your name little one?”

“Eri...” You rub her back as you try to calm her down, her sobs getting quieter as she soon felt relaxed in your arms.

“Thats such a pretty name you know.” You say as you rub her scalp.

“Thank you-”

“(y/n) have you seen-” You and Eri both stop as you both look in horror at the man in front of you.

Kai- no Overhaul stood above you both watching as your grip on Eri tightened and you looked at him with hateful eyes.

“What in the absoulte hell is wrong with you?! How could you put my father in a coma?! He took you in when no one else would! And how dare you use this little girl as a lab rat! She’s a child Kai! How can I expect you to take care of our child when you can’t even take care of Eri!” you shut your mouth quickly. Fear coursed through your veins as you felt Eri shake in your arms.

“Your...pregnant?” Kai looked down at the scene in front of him.

This wasn’t suppose to happen. You were suppose to never find out about Eri, he was going to tell a little lie to you about pops but you were never suppose to find out about her.

“Let me explain angel-”

“No! NO I will not let you explain! Your hurting a child Kai! What has she done to deserve this?!” You scream at him holding Eri as tight as you could before you felt her be whisked away from your arms. You turn your head to the side to see Hari holding Eri in his arms.

“Not you too.” You hiccuped. Hari said nothing only looking away from your sorrowful gaze.

“Bring Eri back into her room. I have business to take care of.” Hari nodded before walking away. You tried to get up and grab him from his arms but were only met with a pair of strong arms wrapped around your chest.

“I can’t having you leave me (y/n). I know you’ll see what im doing is right in the future.” You go to scream at him only to feel a sharp pain in your neck.

“Did..did you just drug me?!” You yell as you begin to fade in and out of consciousness.

“I’m doing what’s best for you. And if that means locking you away so you’ll never leave me then that’s a chance I’m willing to take.” Which was the last thing you heard before you fell into darkness.

“I love you my angel~”

#overhaul angst #chisaki overhaul #overhaul x reader #overhaul #mha #bnha #mha angst #bnha angst #mha overhaul #chisaki kai #kai chisaki x reader #shie hassaikai #kai #kai chisaki

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shy-violet-soul · 4 years

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The Hunting Incident

Summary: Alpine brings home a gift. It doesn’t go over well, with anyone - including the ‘gift’. Characters: Alpine the cat, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov, Tony Stark Rating: E for everyone Warnings: allusions to injury to animal; bad language words; snort-inducing giggles

A/N: I have watched this video no less than 6 times, and each time, I laugh until my tummy hurts. Then, I wondered - what would Bucky do in this situation? (already cackling as I turn to the keyboard…)

Beta’d by the incomparable @pinknerdpanda & the stupendous @thesassywallflower. Thank you, darlings!

This is a work of fiction based upon characters owned by the MCU. Please do not copy without my written permission.

((A/N 2: you need to watch this video first!))

When 5:00am had glared at him with red, beady eyes from the clock on his night stand, Bucky refused. Nope. Run with Steve was cancelled. The punk could damn well run by himself. Or get Sam. Yeah, please wake up Sam. Memories of Steve coming to wake him up were hazy, and must have involved a dagger because his third favorite was currently embedded in the bedroom door frame. However, he had a sparring appointment at 7:00am with Natasha - she wouldn’t wait, and her coming to wake him up would involve creative forms of punishment. So much NOPE. At 6:45am, Bucky shuffled his way into the common area kitchen, still rubbing his eyes, when a cheerful little mert caught his attention. He blinked sleepily at the scene before him.

Nat. Natasha Romanov. Black Widow. Natalia Romanova. Assassin. Decked out in her black, weaponized glory.

Alpine. The Cat. Pain in His Ass. Ignorer of Expensive Cat Food. Shedder upon Stark Suits. Sitting proudly in his fluffy white innocence.

Blue-eyed gazes stared back at the other, and Bucky didn’t know what the hell was going on.

“What the hell is going on?”

Nat didn’t so much as blink.

“Your cat.”

“Yeah, he’s my cat.” A beat passed. “Wait - what did he do, first? He might be Sam’s cat.”

One eyebrow arched primly at him as Natasha pointed to the floor just passed Alpine and a bit beyond Bucky’s line of sight. He leaned to the right, peering around the feline, and tried to catch his jaw before it hit the floor.

A brown, limp, slightly damp but very dead duck lay on Tony’s clean kitchen floor.

While the two assassins watched, Alpine sauntered over and lolled out luxuriously beside his kill, the tip of his tail twitching happily.

“Oh, my...oh, my God,” Bucky croaked out, his hand coming up to cover his mouth. “Oh, shit!”

“Mmmhmm.”

“I mean - seriously?!” he hissed at the cat, who simply blinked impassively. “Alpine, you stupid cat!” His heart thudded sickly with dread. “How did he kill it?”

“I don’t know.” Natasha hadn’t moved, just stood there with crossed arms, one eyebrow still raised, gaze clearly unimpressed.

“How did he get it IN here?”

“I don’t know.”

“Is it...is it really dead?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well, hell, Nat, what do you know?” Bucky demanded as he craned a lean closer to try and see if the bird was breathing.

“I know you better get that thing out of here before Tony shows up.”

“Mert.”

“Shut up, Alpine!” Bucky barked, dragging his hands through his hair. Down the hall, the elevator dinged, echoes of star-spangled voices echoing their way. Bucky felt his throat sticky-squeeze shut as Steve and Sam appeared, sweaty and wheezing. Well, Sam was wheezing. Wimp.

Both soldiers came to a halt as Bucky snapped to attention, trying and failing to look innocent.

“You okay, Buck?”

“Uuuhhh…”

Ding. Shuffle, shuffle, and Clint appeared. The other four watched him slog to the coffee maker, pull a silly straw out of thin air, and claim the nearly-full pot as his own. After four long drags on his straw, he finally noticed everyone staring at Bucky.

“What’s up, Buck?”

“Meow.” Steve just barely kept himself from flinching.

“What’s he doing up here?”

“Uuuhhh…” Bucky couldn’t come up with anything else to say.

Sam clapped a hand on Steve’s shoulder, grinning at him. “Captain America. Afraid of a cat.”

“I’m not afraid,” Steve was quick to assert. “He just...hates me. With his claws.”

“Why’s there a dead duck on the floor?” Heads swiveled at Clint’s query, staring at the vanquished fowl in question. Sam and Steve immediately stepped closer, and Bucky’s eyes closed as he waited…

“Did Alpine kill that bird?” Steve whispered, horrified.

Sam cackled, bent over and hands propped on his knees. “Your cat’s an assassin, man!”

“Shut up, birdbrain! Steve, get me a blanket,” Bucky implored as he also turned to look at the poor critter. Steve turned huge eyes to his friend.

“Where?”

“I don’t know, get a towel or something so I can cover it up!”

Steve strangled out another question. Bucky hissed out another answer. Sam kept on cackling. Clint sat on the counter with his feet in a bar stool, still slurping his coffee, and Nat leaned against the counter near him, watching the scene with a near-bored expression.

And then the dead duck woke up.

With a frantic flap of his wings, he floundered his way off the floor. Alpine leaped after him with abandon, claws outstretched gleefully. Steve screamed like a little girl when the duck flailed in his direction, bouncing off of Sam before diving to the floor. Bucky zigzagged after the bird, then after Alpine, then back after the bird before he tripped tail over tea kettle over super soldier legs. Alpine, great hunter extraordinaire, was not about to be denied - he somersaulted into Clint’s lap in a vain attempt to recapture his prey. Clint, unprepared for the attack, tried to dodge out of the way and dodged himself right off the counter in a tidal wave of coffee.

Natasha simply blinked.

The resurrected fowl took shelter on the other side of the couch, and Bucky scrambled after him.

“Somebody hold onto that stupid cat!” Silently, the Winter Soldier skulked onto the couch and peered over the edge.

“Quack.”

“I know, man. Bad day. Sorry my cat tried to kill you.” He looked over his shoulder. Sam was snickering his way to him, Clint was cussing about the coffee, and Steve was hiding behind a loveseat. Punk. End of the line, my ass.

“Sam, help me out here.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Speak bird to him. You’re family.”

Sam’s eyes rolled so hard, Bucky was convinced the man saw the inside of his own skull.

“Still with the bird jokes. Ha ha.”

“Quack quack.”

“Yeah, yeah, quack quack yourself. Hang onto your tail feathers, dude, we’re trying,” Sam groused. “We need to catch him first.”

Bucky mulled that over before Clint chimed in.

“We’ve still got that electrified net in the armory.”

Murder Glare arrowed onto the archer. “Jesus, Barton, we’re trying to free him, not flambe him!”

“Get a laundry basket,” Nat suggested blandly. The duck waddled nervously away from the voices, quacking as he went before he flapped his way onto the arm of Tony’s recliner closest to the window.

“Oh, God, get it off Tony’s chair!” Bucky begged. Sam snorted, snagging a nearby throw pillow and stepping closer to wave it in the duck’s direction.

“Come on, Donald. Off the furniture, man. Thank you, I knew you were a gentleman,” he praised when the bird hopped off in alarm at the motion. Bucky’s head hurt, his gears were spinning so frantically. His gaze hurried around the room and landed on Clint; the fool was using his straw to try and sip the spilled coffee off the tile.

“Barton! Why aren’t you over here helping? You’re part bird!”

Straw gurgling sadly, Clint tossed it away with a curse. “Hawkeye, Barnes. Hawk. I’m up high, not some puddle dweller.”

Ding. The familiar sound of an Iron Man suit came clomping down the hall. Tony appeared, battle-ready, and raised one hand, repulsor firing up, and Bucky knew he was truly screwed.

“Where’s the unfriendly?!”

“Quackquackquack!”

The formerly-dead duck, freshly frightened by the sound of the repulsor, rushed desperately at the window, crashing into the glass. Iron Man didn’t hesitate and fired, sending shards exploding in all directions. Wind from outside the tower gusted inward, swirling papers and other sundry items up and away. Formerly-dead duck fled the chaos happily, kamikaze-diving out the now open window.

Sam belly laughed at the poor bird’s relieved quacking, waving a cheerful good-bye after him. “You go, duck! Go find you a pretty lady, hatch you a bunch of babies, and watch out for Alpine the Assassin!”

The face plate on Tony’s suit opened up, his harassed gaze taking in the carnage. Bucky sprawled face down on the floor, liberally sprinkled with bits of glass. Steve peeking out from behind a loveseat. Clint laying in a puddle of coffee clutching an empty pot. And that stupid cat was sitting on the Weiner Soldier’s ass.

Natasha just looked at him, leaning casually against the counter.

“What the hell was Darkwing Duck doing here? FRIDAY said there was an attack.”

A sad, pathetic little groan croaked from Bucky, blending with a pleased little meow from Satan’s hairball. Natasha smirked as she strolled over to Bucky, scratching behind Alpine’s ears as she cooed to him like a proud mama.

“A hunting incident, Tony. Just a hunting incident.”

#the hunting incident #shy vy writes #bucky barnes #Steve Rogers #natasha romanoff #clint barton #sam wilson #tony stark #alpine the cat #marvel #marvel fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfiction

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roseamongroses · 4 years

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W.A.L: “Fly Me to the Moon” Part One (22)

s u m m a r y:

Eden was the lowest of the low, a monster, hardly human, and was set to be executed. Roman was on trial, perpetually stuck in time until it was time to atone for his families sins.

Neither cared much for staying trapped.

So when a Stranger offered freedom, offered peace, offered power, it was hard to say no.

Even if it put them on the wrong side of history.

v i b e s :

time is irrelevent, homophobia who?, magic and beasts, demigods

w a r n i n g s

Imprisonment, Mentions of execution, Blood/ injuries, Mentions of past Death, minor character death/suicide, repression, cursing,

c h a r a c t e r s

Deceit(Eden) Sanders, Remy Sanders, Logan Sanders, Virgil Sanders, Patton Sanders, Roman Sanders, Emile Picani

Ship: Roceit

1) (2) (3) (4) (5)

(6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11)

(12) (13) (14) (15) (16) (17)

---

“Are the rest of the brats getting ready?” Roman asked, picking up a comb and a jar of moisturizer.

“Uh-- I think so?” Lauren winced sitting back, “I wouldn’t know, Kai’s being… weird,” Roman ran their hand experimentally through the now kinkier coils in her hair, the light tugging of her scalp painfully nostalgic.

She’d always prefered her hair straight, but she never went so long without taking a break. It was mainly luck that she hadn’t had any major heat damage, but even that fear didn’t make the idea any more appealing.

You could say she was avoiding it in a way.

Her mom had always insisted on braiding Lauren’s hair herself, so the act was tangled with her in every way. Doing it by herself now only made her mom’s absence louder, but having Roman here made it better.

“Weird how?” Roman asked, detangling her hair, “Is he getting pissy about getting his ass kicked?”

“No…” She said, bracing herself, “That’s why it's weird. He’s not complaining, he’s avoiding me,” She sighed, feeling strangely annoyed. It wasn’t like she liked the constant arguing, but this was just odd…. Did she do something wrong?

Why does she even care?

Roman’s hands stopped mid braid, “Oh,” he hummed before resuming, “Maybe he’s just in a mood,” he said, a laugh peeking through his tone.

“What?” Lauren demanded.

“Nothing, nothing,” Roman snickered, “I’m just thinking about how pretty you’re going to be in that dress,” he cooed, pinching her cheek and effectively smearing whatever moisturizer he was using all over her cheek.

“Gross,” Lauren scowled to keep the smile from her face, “Anyway you’re too calm about this,” she said, her worry bubbling at the thought of just… walking into Council territory, “Do you really believe Drak’on’s going to play fair?”

It could go a lot of ways.

Logan was fair to a fault, so she wasn’t worried about dirty tricks from him. But he was predictable in a dangerous way. He had a never ending consistency that tended to wear people down. Roman wasn’t as unpredictable as Remus, but he had a similar quality. He couldn’t afford to trust that his body and magic would perform the same way every time, so he had to be creative, and more than often had to run himself ragged.

“Are you worried?” Roman asked, but it was more like an observation.

“You should be,” Lauren grumbled.

“I’m not,” Roman said.

She was oddly comforted by the finality of the promise.

---

Upon opening the letter, they were taken in a flash of light.

They first saw a glittering series of arcs that were almost translucent. It was as if the towering structure was merely ideas carved into the stars, but it solid beneath their feet. Deceit wasn’t sure how he was breathing with the world so far beneath him, with the stars so close.

The Offerings were a series of events, of elaborate ceremonies, of balls. A celebration at it's finest, but preformative grief at its core. Councilmen decked out in elaborate gowns and ancient suits milled inside the glittering gates, magic flowing from people’s tongues as easy as they laughed.

The brats were pretty much gawking, but thankfully they didn’t wander off.

Roman’s face betrayed nothing but unapologetic decadence. Their hair braided high before exploding into a fire of curls and flowers. All signs of exhaustion were wiped clean behind rosy lips and impossibly dark lashes that were stark against his eyes. Roman was in his element to anyone with eyes, but his death grip on Deceit’s arm told another story.

Which to be fair, was expected. They were deep in Councilmen territory, with their invitation only being allowed due to the technicalities of their situation--i.e all the alleged crimes not being directly linked to anyone, but The Stranger-- and Drak’on’s disturbing amount of influence.

Still Deceit knew that wasn’t it, “Roman?” He said, the question hanging in the air between them as they handed off their bags.

“The curse,” Roman sighed, “Even if I have temporary immunity, I keep expecting to...It’s more mental than anything,” he explained, low, “It shouldn’t be a problem, but...forgive me if I’m a bit more clingy,”

“That’s it?” He said scrutinizing them. They'd gotten better at actually vocalizing their limits lately, but Deceit knew he’d be more willing to cover it up in order to not cause a scene.

“E… Darling... tonight will be fine,” Roman promised. He tilted his head, horns catching the light and his eyes having a hungry glint, “You trust me?”

Deceit was breathless, “Something like that.”

---

Virgil stirred the brothy, something, in front of him, mildly impressed by how shiny the utensils were, but mostly getting sick by how rich everything tasted. It wasn’t like he wasn’t used to eating “good” food, in fact from what he could remember he was most likely used to it, but there was a different level of luxury here. It was almost irritating.

Actually a lot of things were irritating, the key one being that his supposed date fucked off to schmooze with rich bastards, but the most alarming part of that was that Virgil wasn’t sure he wanted to talk to Logan at all right now.

It was all duel this and duel that lately. About how this is what he always deserved, how he’ll somehow become better--how everything will become better once he finally puts this to rest and claim his rightful place. Virgil’s beginning to suspect that Logan didn’t even realize how obsessed he was getting with it.

In fact, Virgil suspected that Logan’s always been obsessed with this, but Dr. Picani never let him fixate on that need entirely. Even if Dr. Picani was low-key just as dysfunctional as his Apprentices, the man was disgustingly determined to create a somewhat functional life for them.

But Dr. Picani was gone, even if they found him-- his consciousness had yet to return. All they had now was Ms. Annalise Drak’on, someone who apparently had no issue with feeding Logan’s obsession.

Virgil felt sick.

He stood, not caring about how loudly he dropped the utensils or about the dirty looks sent his way as he pushed his way through the crowd. The band was some pseudo-jazz, a thundering accompaniment to his rising anxiety and the dazzling lights were getting too much and--

His spiraling halted upon catching the faintest blue flash in the corner of his eye. Turning around he met Patton’s eyes. Virgil flinched and for the briefest moment Patton’s brow furrowed, before smoothing into his normal dazed expression, “You’re alone?”

Virgil wanted to scowl, but he couldn’t. He was alone and he wasn't sure how long its been draining away at him.

Patton nodded at his non-response, “You need air,” he said, before turning on his heel and disappearing into the crowd. It took a few seconds before Virgil realized he was meant to follow.

Virgil somehow found himself out of the crowd, feeling the cool air first, and the relief of being away from all of those people all at once. Patton was already there leaning against the balcony, the translucent beads of their gown soft against the blue of the distant earth.

Patton turned his head to acknowledge him, “Is this better?”

“I think so,” Virgil sighed, slumping against the balcony, “Uh… thanks, I guess,” Patton laughed, an off colored chirp that normally unnerved Virgil, but now only made him blush, “What?”

“I don’t scare you anymore, do I?” Patton said, covering his mouth.

“I was never--” Virgil winced at the lie, “Was I that obvious?”

“Yes, but…” Patton started, trailing off, “I didn’t mind completely,”

Virgil frowned, “You didn’t mind me being an asshole?”

“I minded,” Patton said, “But at least you didn’t hide it,” he shrugged as if that explained it all, “I knew Logan and Emile cared about me, but… it was like they were afraid to admit that they didn’t always feel safe,”

“...Should we feel safe?’ Virgil said, twisting and untwisting the loose hair.

Patton didn’t respond immediately, tracing the rail, “I wish you could, but I…” he sighed, “Watchdogs aren’t meant to be outside the colonies for long without a bond...we aren’t built for that. When I’m home I can feel-- I’m in control,” he said, “But here, it feels like all I can do is take orders and hope, there’s nothing else there,” His face twisted unnaturally, but his eyes remained blank.

“Why…” Virgil tore his gaze away, “After Remus….Why didn’t you go to Roman?” he asked. It seemed simple, just go to another Sanders, a legal, full magic Sanders--

“I wasn’t in love with Roman,” Patton said, with no theatrics, but the simplicity throbbed with something intense, “Why didn’t you die in the river?”

“I-” Rushing water, blood everywhere,it was only supposed to be a game, it was a game it was a game, it was a game, “I didn’t want to die.”

“You’re lying,” Patton said, matter of fact.

Virgil blew out his cheeks, “I got lucky,” he admitted. Lucky that he wasn’t deemed enough of a threat by the other two. Lucky that the vial seared in his hand instead of in his eyes or down his throat. Lucky that at the end of the day, he thought it was a just game. Something stupid to do before church.

If only he knew that it was The Stranger’s Game he was playing.

“Well...I’m glad you were lucky,” Patton said quietly, “I wouldn’t have met you and I certainly wouldn’t have stayed for as long as I did without you two…”

Virgil’s throat tightened, “I…” he wiped his eyes, “Why do I feel like that’s a goodbye?” he choked out a bitter laugh.

“It doesn’t have to be,” Patton smiled, “You could always visit the colonies,” he said wistfully, and Virgil swore he glowed a little bit brighter, “I might be a bit...different there, but it's a good different,”

“...Can you tell me more about it?” Virgil asked.

Patton did.

He told Virgil about the fountains-- how water dripped like fire, but was icy to the touch. He talked about how young watchdogs burned holes in their cribs and terrorized their families. About the family dinners, with plates overflowing with food--how each story and laugh was never the same.

He told Virgil about how the community grew closer and took care of each other in spite of the stricter regulations. About how they’re even planning to build their own schools instead of relying on council tutors. He told Virgil about his mom and dad, about how they missed him, but understood he wanted to see his friends. He told Virgil about everything he missed and hated and seemed to glow a little bit brighter with each second.

Virgil doesn’t know why, but it felt nice. It sounded nice--talking to Patton was nice in a way that Virgil didn’t even know he missed. It's been awhile since he just...had fun.

The music changed, to something delicate--a soft piano, followed by a low, breathy voice. Patton’s voice trailed off and he closed his eyes swaying to the lullaby.

Virgil asked him for a dance.

#ts sides #roceit #ts deceit #ts janus #ts roman #sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #fanfiction #writing #Winners Among the Losing

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hecohansen31 · 5 years

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Relationship Headcanon Alphabet:

Werewolf! Ivar+Human! Reader+Upir! Roman Godfrey:

(A/N): So... since nobody wanted to send me letters for the relationship headcanon thing... I low key took it upon myself to create something, and as always I hope you like’ll like it!

Also sorry for the annoying spam about this pairing but since I will be out for a week, and won’t be able to write I wanted to be able to write something more for them so that you’ll have a bit of reading material in the following days, without me...

Also if you want to send an ask, about the “Relationship Headcanon Alphabet” please do... I will try to write it either on my phone or as soon as I come home (it doesn’t have to be about this pairing, but also about Michael Langdon, Duncan Shepherd and Jim Mason, bonus if you send asks about my verse, such as... pro biker! Jim, vampire! Michael, Michael+Reader+Succubus).

Thank you for the attention and now here comes a bit of nonsense...

WARNINGS: Mention of Sex (there is a literal letter for kinks, so... be aware children!).

· A for Arguments - How often do you two argue? Who apologises first? How do they make up? etc

I honestly feel like most of the arguments would be at the start of their relationship, between the boys and then you would be dragged into them, mostly because they are always about whether you have paid enough attention equally to both (which is impossible in most of the cases).

Some of them can be pretty explosive, seeing the two assholes you have to deal with but I feel like it would be this way only at first, mostly because they would need to work out their issues, alongside marking their territory (you), since they are two extremely possessive creatures, but in the end they would try their best in order to make you happy, knowing that your politic is: both or nothing.

The only fight you started was when you discovered three months into the relationship that they were supernatural being and hadn’t told you nothing about it, mostly due to the fact that they didn’t want to scare you; you actually ended up being scared a bit, but you were more enraged because you couldn’t help but feel like the problem of this was that they hadn’t trusted you enough with their secrets.

It was solved with those two being for a few days away from you, with you not answering their phone calls (whereas they explode in each other’s and in your face, you are more the meditative type) (you have to be, with those two children) and you reasoned that if they hadn’t hurt you till that moment, there was nothing to fear, and you just wanted their side of the story.

But honestly… most of the time the thing would end up in passionate sex… not that you minded.

· B for Bedtime Routine - Do they prefer to be the big spoon or little spoon? Favourite sleeping position? etc

I feel like the problem with sleeping position is mostly Ivar’s legs: sometimes they hurt very much and are extremely sensitive, so you can’t all sleep together (at first Roman was extremely happy because more alone time with you, but he low key misses the furnace of warmth the blue-eyed werewolf is).

And even when you sleep together, you have to be careful with him (although he hates making you both worry) so he is the first one who usually settle down onto the bed so he can choose the position and space (Roman thinks he is just overexaggerating sometimes the pain so he can he be the king of the bed) and then Roman settle in a way that can fit his tall frame and finally you end up between the two, sometimes with their arms threaded somehow around your body but also just simply sharing the same pillow as them, or just facing one of the two.

Also I personally thing that Ivar wouldn’t mind being the small spoon, if you are without Roman in bed for one night, mostly because it is a comfortable position and he low key has a thing for the simplest of affection (we stan a touch-starved boy), although he would never admit it and straight up threatened Roman when he caught him into that position.

(You honestly love that position because you can tease the hell out of him).

Roman, when instead, you sleep alone with him, prefer to have you with his head on his chest, because he also loves the skin on skin contact, alongside the fact that if you are smaller than him, it ignites his size kink, but also he can make you listen to his heartbeat, which he knows you found comforting, alongside protecting you and shielding you.

(The real reason why you are always in the middle, is usually so that they can face the door, in case something happens during the night; so it’s safer than you, they might fight on so many things but when it comes to your safety they are strangely calm about it).

· C for Cook - Do they cook? Can they cook? What type of food do they like to cook for their partner?

Ivar can, since not only he kind of have to run an hotel, but also he was a momma’s boy, alongside spending a lot of time with her, he learned a thing or two: he certainly is no French chief, but he could survive without take-away easily, alongside the fact that whenever he wants to he can cook you quite a dinner (this is mostly reserved for your special nights… he expresses a lot of his emotions with more actions than with words, and also… he wants you well-fed…).

Roman can’t in the slightest, since not only he is a spoiled brat, but he tends to forget things (you are still surprised that the “Shiny Moon” hasn’t burned down…) so usually for him it’s take-away or expensive restaurants; honestly as a upir he has strange tates and is appetite for food doesn’t match the one for blood… so he could honestly also not eat for days, but when he has a partner (I honestly think that if you had even the slightest eating disorder, they would be stuffing you with food) (again… your safety comes first) he makes sure that they share their meals together.

Whether it’s Chinese take-aways or expensive meals from an Italian restaurant, he honestly feels hungrier if his partner is eating with him (even more if you are wearing only lingerie or the expensive dress, he bought you days ago).

I honestly feel like they would both replenish their partners with either sweets or expensive food, mostly trying to take care and understand their partner’s favorites meals.

· D for DIY - Do they like to make gifts for their partner? Are they good at general DIY around the house? Do they enjoy doing it?

Ivar does it, I low key headcanon that he has a pendant for it, mostly because in the show he is clearly very creative and able beyond measure in things such as projecting and creating hand-made objects, so I feel like he would take great pride into DIY your own gifts, both because it is a bit of a possessive way of letting others know that you are his, but also it is a way of mixing his creativeness with your personality.

Again Roman is not the best with practical tasks, and is honestly very envious of Ivar’s DIY and ideas for your gifts, because (as I will say later) he prefer to get you things in shop (expensive things most of the time) and although he knows that you appreciate them, he still feel like they are greatly anonymous if confronted with Ivar’s.

And this often puts him a bit off, although he is constantly showering you with gifts; but then you once caught him trying to do origamis, and asked him to teach you, ending up actually developing a common ground that permits him to teach you something manual and for you to pass time with him.

· E for Effort - How much effort do they put into their relationship?

A LOT!

Both of them are very VERY into this relationship, mostly because they haven’t still killed each other, demonstrating that they actually want this to work it out, although sometimes they headbutt on the silliest of themes.

At first, you honestly took it VERY VERY easy, such as you are more fuckbuddies than actually in a relationship but a few months and a few discoveries changed it all, and now you are literally stuck into this (happily stuck into this, although you have to literally sedate riots during dinner and alleviate threats over breakfast).

· F for First Date - Where do you go on your first date? How does it go etc?

I honestly don’t want to go into too much details, because I want to write a cute fanfic about this, but it was on Saint Valentine’s Day (corny, much…) and you had had the worst week ever, hence forgetting it all about the boys (you were still in the “fuckbuddies” mentality, whereas for the boys it was already more…) (Ivar basically saw you and was ready to get on his knees and propose). You didn’t do it with the intention to hurt them, but you were hurting too much and the thought of sorting what your mess of a relationship with them was… was too hard.

You literally woke up the following day to somebody basically headbanging against your door and it was your idiots, who were scared shitless something had happened.

(Also, it was Saint Valentine’s Day, so they had to be two romantic idiots).

It was the first time you actually settled your relationship status, and when you felt a little bit better went out the night, at an expensive restaurant (also you got dicked down, but that is another story…).

· G for Gifts - What kind of gifts do they gift their partner? What kind of gifts do they receive? Etc

As previously stated, Ivar is the more thoughtful over his gifts.

Not that Roman isn’t, but whereas Roman is the type to be like “you want it, I got it”, Ivar is more the type to watch your interests and ideas carefully, observing yourself and priding himself in being a perfect detective of people’s personality, getting you very unique pieces, mostly handcrafted by him (usually it’s little wooden statuettes, for example one carved as a wolf after you discovered about them, which you treasure, but he is also great at creating bracelets and jewelry in general).

(Also his intuition isn’t always right and sometimes you got thing that maybe didn’t match your style and you weren’t able to wear, still you treasure them, because you know that they were made with love and with you in your mind).

(Also, Ivar has a straight up tacky taste in underwear and such, so he avoids those things, mostly because once he got you ass-less panties and your reaction wasn’t definitely pleased).

(Roman has still a recording of the entire thing).

Roman is more materialistic: as I said, “you want it, I got it”, which means everything from your favorite foreign sweets, to elegant designer dresses that you can use also just to stand in your room, eating take-away with him.

He likes spoiling you, so his gifts doesn’t have a proper date, they just rain on you because maybe he saw that you were overworking yourself and needed a reward or he saw it and thought of you (his taste in lingerie is pretty different from Ivar’s, thank God); also he literally will do anything to get you what you want (I mean his mother got an amusement park shut for him and Letha… think about what the upir could do…) and he isn’t afraid of breaking a few rules to get you to smile brightly for him.

They aren’t used to receiving gifts, so they literally cherish THE HELL out of anything you get them, and you try to match their presents, although you clearly don’t have their resources and sometimes you ask the other’s help for the gift and; they are always doing it begrudgingly, but you saw them exchanging gifts on Christmas and couldn’t help but spy their little smiles, showing they had reached a somehow mutual respect.

· H for Honeymoon - Where do they go on Honeymoon? Details on the honeymoon etc.

Another thing that would probably set arguments between the two because they have different ideas about it is “honeymoon” (or more generically your vacations).

Ivar wants to go to colder places, mostly place where his heritage and culture is shared, which usually means that it is a very unusual vacation in silent places broken off from the world and probably projecting long walks and camping (which you don’t think would be comfortable for the werewolf, but you wouldn’t want to disrupt his lovely shining eyes).

Roman is the opposite: he went on vacation to Maui in the series, so I feel like his ideal vacation would be beach, warm weather, relax and in a perfect and expensive resort, with people bringing him anything he needed with just a snap of his fingers.

He wants to relax and not walk around place where your bones freeze off and risk hypothermia.

(He is also worried for Ivar’s legs, but won’t admit it).

So they end up fighting fiercely, till you get your own voice and remember that they hadn’t even asked your opinion, which get them to feel guilty and let you decide, trusting your judgement (and trying to corrupt you with sexual favors, not gonna lie) so you try to mitigate the two boys’ ideas.

· I for Intimacy - What do like they like? Where do they like to be intimate? Are they experienced etc?

Roman is definitely experienced we all know and has no trouble with sexuality, being extremely sensual and not minding it in the slightest; he could take you everywhere (the fact that they are both a bit of exhibitionist doesn’t help): his bed, the kitchen counter, in the bathroom, in the back of his bar…

He doesn’t have in the slightest a problem with it, and when you two are down to do the dirty he has two moods, which mostly depends on how well fed he is and how his day went, which are teasing and controlling or animalistic and tough.

He never leaves control to you (unless you either take it or beg really prettily for it) and sometimes he can also dom Ivar, who instead is more insecure and shy about his sexuality.

Before you he actually didn’t know his… you-know-what could work, and during your first times he was only around for the foreplay, preferring to sit back and wait for Roman to finish you off, which got you a bit displeased since you wanted to feel them both (also at the same time).

But Ivar strangely ran off and wouldn’t answer your questions in the slightest preferring to do anything else and distracting you with kisses and other types of touches, in which he is extremely good, let me tell you…

You soon discovered of his little insecurity and got Roman to leave you alone for a night, to actually experience the entire thing alone so he could feel more comfortable without Roman’s shadow looming over him; at first he was uncomfortable and protested, but with a few kisses you managed to get him to relax under your touches and discovered that his “little problem” wasn’t a problem in the slightest…

From there… it was game over for you.

I actually think that he is more genuine than Roman as in, Roman can be teasing and wears a façade during sex (mostly during your first months of fooling around) whereas Ivar has a way of expressing his love through sex so it is extremely emotional and most importantly very possessive (sex doesn’t finish for you till you are all marked).

He is a bit of a fighter for control with Roman but due to his insecurity for his inexperience he follows the man’s orders, if he feels like it…

They can go from nights where you would be fucked against the first free surface for the entire night (mostly after Ivar turns and Roman gets thirsty) to nights where they take their time, worshipping you till you breach the edge for multiple times.

· J for Jealously - How jealous are they? How often do they get jealous? How they react? Etc

The funny thing between this territorial males is that they are always at each other’s throats but when someone flirts with you also jokingly (yeah I am talking about you Hvitserk) they are plotting between themselves how to kill the bastard and ditch the body in the nearest lake.

Ivar is the more jealous one, mostly because he got stabbed in the back, alongside his constant insecurities so he constantly feels the need to be reassured (Aslaugh babying him again didn’t help in that department) and to mark you up; he is very animalistic, which comes from the fact that his jealousy tends to show up mostly when he is surrounded by his fellow werewolves: he sees the way they look at you, the prettiest thing in the universe, and basically growls at them back.

Roman is more classy: he is the type that if he sees a man flirting with you (a man who isn’t Ivar, he is low key chill with Ivar’s flirting… because he knows that although it makes you laugh it is terrible) he will come onto you, kissing you affectionately, your hand will be immediately entwinned with his and sometimes if you drag him away from the crowd to make him cool off, he will lovingly slap you ass.

(Ivar has taken the bad habit of doing the same, just less… discreetly).

They are very jealous but trust you extremely.

They just don’t trust men around you.

(And on your part… sometimes it is nice to see them getting jealous just to see them team up).

· K for Kink - Do they have any particular kinks?

I am pretty sure that as soon as your relationship will be a stable one, “blood play” would be brought into the mix, but only after a very long discourse with you about its risks and how to prevent them, they want you to be the safest possible, and if you feel even slightly uncomfortable about it they will stop.

(Also, it isn’t only about your blood, but also theirs).

Roman also avoids feeding himself from you, mostly because you are “divinely delicious” and he doesn’t want to become too greedy and hurt you and is secretly thankful that Ivar is with him when they attempt this.

Ivar on his part likes making a mess and cleaning it with his tongue.

Also I honestly feel like since they are both predators they would love nothing more than to stalk you around the house in an attempt of “adult hide-and-seek”, in which… if they get you, you have to get dicked down right then and then; it’s the thrill of the hunt and you, yourself have a tendency to love their shiny eyes, excited by the run.

They would also share an exhibitionist kinks, although Ivar might take a bit… but as soon as he gets into it, it is his way to get back to those who didn’t believe he was “man enough” (one time, the first time you stayed with him after the full moon, he took you so harshly and greedily that he made you scream of pleasure high enough that no brothers of his or clients at the hotel could look you into the eyes, the following morning, and he just sat onto his chair at breakfast, smirking proudly).

(You decked him with a spoon).

Roman is also a huge lover of teasing you and edging you, alongside bondage (Ivar is still learning, and he honestly prefer feeling you moving against him, it makes him feel again a ferocious predator stopping and catching his prey).

Ivar likes instead overstimulating you, he has a fascination with the way you are when you finally cum and he likes to replay it till you literally pass out.

(Guys if you have more kinks, please let me know!).

· L for Long Distance - How do they cope with Long Distance? How they prefer to keep in contact? Etc

At the start, and for at least a good year, they are in a long distance relationship, since they have their own bar and hotel, whereas you have your job in your city, and although it is shitty you don’t feel like changing it and they respect it (although you knew that you could just move in with them and wouldn’t have to lift a finger).

It is a bit tough the more into the relationship that you become, mostly if you can’t visit them for a weekend and they can’t manage to visit you (alongside the fact that your house is very small and that they had to sleep on the sofa and floor when they come over) (You still got dicked down on your small bed, and are still not sure how you managed to avoid to break it).

It is tough, but they can’t stop thinking for a single minute that it isn’t worth it and you think the same.

· M for Marriage - Do they want to get married? Their wedding etc.

I don’t think that these three would never have a traditional marriage, although Ivar is actually a very traditional guy and would insist on seeing you in white and give you the fairytale like wedding you deserve, whereas Roman doesn’t care about these things in the slightest (look at his parents) and he honestly doesn’t want to add you to the Godfrey line knowing it would make you an easy target.

They settle on a nice ceremony with the people they love and understand their dynamics on the beach with you in a short white dress, smiling gently with your bouquet of flowers, pronouncing your vows shyly, and professing your love for the two men.

· N for Night’s Out - Where do they take their partner on nights out? How often do nights out happen?

The fact that Roman literally owns a club, comes handy a lot of times, such as on your nights out, although Ivar is a pretty tame guy; it is usually only you and Roman dancing, Ivar feels uncomfortable but he doesn’t mind coming with you, as long as he gets his booth and beer and maybe later a lap-dance from you (that’s also the reason why you are happy that Roman is the owner of the bed, or else you wouldn’t be able to do half the things you do on that booth).

Sometimes still Roman enjoys showing his two lovers off, so expensive restaurants are his go-to, mostly if you have been overworking yourself, or need to celebrate something, and although the entire thing is nice… half of the time it ends with you teasing the two boys or Ivar getting annoyed and teasing you.

Roman literally always mumbles about how he can’t take you two anywhere.

· O for Often - How often do you see each other? How many times a week? Etc

If possible: each weekend.

At the start of the relationship, when it was a fuckbuddy situation you usually would be passing the weekend with them and then go back, but as soon as feelings started getting involved the weekend wasn’t enough, mostly if there were some in which you would end up having to work extra or have other activities, hence they sometimes come over to your city (when permitted, and I mean… they are both the bosses of themselves).

They won’t come over or want you over also if Roman is being extremely thirsty or Ivar has gone through a bad moon, in most of those cases they help out each other… and send you photos about it all…

· P for Public Displays of Affection - Do they like PDA? Do they have boundaries etc.

Roman doesn’t have boundaries, in the slightest, but he is a bit of a gentleman so he will put his hand on your thigh and probably move it up from there to tease you, but he only when he knows you won’t get caught or that if you will, you won’t mind it; but outside of it he is more a fan of holding hands and hands on your lower back, mostly if he is guiding you through crowds.

He likes kissing you and don’t mind doing it in front of everyone, whereas Ivar is more shy on the entire concept, mostly showing his affection towards you with his family, where he feels more comfortable expressing his emotions, which means that he will kiss the hell out of you at family dinners (Sigurd once complained about it and you straight up slipped, nonchalantly an hand down Ivar’s pants in front of him) but he won’t dare more, mostly if his mother or father are there.

Outside of family, he doesn’t mind hand holding and other softer ways of affection, he will constantly have his hands on you but not in a pressuring way and avoids kisses on the mouth, although if made extremely jealous, other than bringing you to the first bathroom to show you who you belong to, he will bite your neck or kiss on it possessively, never breaking eye-contact with whoever is bothering you.

· Q for Quiet - Why do they get quiet? How does their partner solve it?

With Ivar, him being quiet is not always a tragic thing, most of the time it just means that he is overthinking things and just thinking and you need to just take him in your arms and ask him what is wrong; if it’s about his legs, he might be secretive about it, but you learned the signs and will already know and will confront him about it gently, trying to reassure him or straight up get him the medicine.

Sometimes it’s just a relaxing moment between you.

Whereas with Roman is silence is painful: he knows that yeah you hate being insulted, but the cutting silence he can create is honestly annoying and usually both you and Ivar tremble under the heaviness of it, whether it is your fault or not.

In these cases, it’s better to wait for Roman to be ready to speak, supporting him in your own way.

· R for Reunion - How they like to reunite with their partner?

At first, I am not going to lie and I have to admit that is it sex, mostly because they tried to be normal people and ask around questions, but they just feel uncomfortable about it, since it mostly seems awkward and not genuine, so sex spoke louder for them and after they felt more comfortable talking as if they had to get used to their bodies again, before their brain could.

Now it is more normal and they usually hug for a few hours and cuddle, mostly if it is been so so long, alongside eating together or doing things together to feel harmony again and touches are always involved.

(And obviously… sex).

· S for Surprise - Do they like surprises? What kind of surprises do they like to get etc?

Ivar and you probably not, since Roman can be pretty tempestuous and you should be scared of what that man’s mind can conjure, alongside the fact that since you are both two “busy” people (not that Roman isn’t, but he can literally skip entire days of job delaying the control to somebody) you are not into Roman’s surprise.

(Usually because they are embarrassing expression of his love, at two A.M. out of your window).

(Ivar got a serenade, yeah).

But sometimes you try to surprise Roman (who is constantly “YoU wOn’T bE aBlE tO sUrPrIsE mE”) and you actually get him quite good, most of the time, which either involves surprise sex or improvised lunch into his office at the club.

Roman really appreciates it, although he has to say that “I knew it all about it”.

(Sure, Jan…).

· T for Texts - How often do they text? How do they react when they receive texts from their partner?

Since it is a LDR… texts are extremely necessary (alongside dick pics) (… AKA Roman’s).

At first, they were sillier and they literally have a group chat, which changes names each day, since Roman and Ivar are two petty assholes (but you solved the thing with the name “the queen and her two subjects”).

As I was saying… at first IT WAS A LOOOOT SILLIER (and Ivar had to understand actually how to do so many things, which explains the lesser dick pics) from memes to strange gifs, but you were happy they came because they did help you with your day and relaxing.

As soon as you get together, as in… you move in together, it starts to be a little bit more domestic it is used for things such as… grocery lists, intelligent quirks and finally… still dick pics…

· U for Unity - How well do they work with their partner? Do they make a good team?

Strangely they do.

Which isn’t something you were ready to bet on at first, mostly due to the fact that they are constantly at each other’s throat, which isn’t something that normal couple usually have (not that you are normal in the slightest…).

But strangely each of your personality compliments each other, alongside you acting as the final glue of the relationship: Ivar is serious and insecure, but he can also be a strong rock to lean onto, alongside the fact that him being bluntly honest makes him a good conversationalist and opinion.

Roman is the humor of the relationship, alongside the tough one and the one that you run to for anything, knowing he will take care of it: he is a nurturer, but he actually ends up having some issues on himself, mostly because he always ends up being a bit of a spoiled brat: but don’t worry, you and Ivar are there to help him through it all.

Finally, both the boys are a grounding presence for you, alongside helping you in each way and form, they can because they somehow treasure each moment they spend together.

· V for Vacation - Favourite vacation spot to take their partner?

I think this was previously answered so I will say something very quick: Ivar is more a fun of colder places and walk in the nature (not gonna lie, but he would totally buy Greenland instead of Trump..), meanwhile Roman is the type of person who would love nothing more than a good trip under a sunny sky in an expensive resort (such as an island in Pacific Ocean).

· W for When - At what point do they move into together? What kind of place? Etc

After a year, mostly because there are so many things that need to be taken care for and you honestly thought that it would end up being a disaster, so you ended up quitting your job but kept your apartment but you slowly set in a routine, whereas you were expecting those two to be at each other’s throat…

… but they seemed fine and during the first period they didn’t have too much time on their hand, actually, mostly they went to sleep tired organizing each of the new things she had brought with her.

In the end, they were peacefully, mostly; they still had their territorial fights, but they could handle them better, now that they were all together.

The house is small, meaning smaller than Ivar and Roman wanted, but you insisted in the fact that they didn’t spend too much money, mostly because you didn’t want them to spend too much money on you, and so settled for a nice house (also you wanted to maybe move into another city, as soon as things get better and you get used to each other’s personality); it isn’t small, and it has everything you might need in the last model, but it is comfortable and doesn’t feel empty.

But most importantly you decorated it all together, so it’s home.

· X for X-ray - What is their favourite body part on their partner?

Non-sexual: Ivar loves your lips, he just love the way they pursue into a smile, into a pout, open due to surprise and lay kisses all over him.

Sexual: Your hips (I honestly took this a bit from the historical Vikings and era in which they lived, where things such as “big hips” meant fertility), he has extreme fun grabbing them and pushing his fingers into them till they leave bruises (also if you are a bit on the chubbier side… he literally loves it and will lose himself into them, getting EXTREMELY distracted) (… also if you are ticklish… you are done, it’s game over, baby).

Non-sexual: Roman loves your neck, yeah it might be a bi of a vampire fixation, but he actually likes the structure of it: if it is small and thin, he can’t help but feel like it is so so elegant and pretty, meanwhile if it is bigger and more important, he can’t help but feel like he just has royalty in front of him. Also he can leave his pretty mark in full view.

Sexual: I honestly think it would be either your thighs or legs, since he likes the way they grip him, alongside being extremely sexy in each way and shape and form, alongside the fact that he can’t resist you in thigh-highs.

Also, I feel like they would love equally your breasts and ass (although this one might be favored, a bit).

· Y for you - A random headcanon about your relationship.

Although both you and Ivar are well aware that Roman is a upir, you always make some very sassy and stupid humor about him being a vampire and constantly calling him that.

You even went as far as to suggest that he dressed up as a vampire for Halloween.

It is safe to say that you and Ivar got more than a few fang bites from him, that night.

· Z for Zoom - Zoom into the future, what does your future look like?

I honestly think that future would be extremely relative for them: they try to live by the present, mostly because they are supernatural creatures, meaning they will outlive her, and probably… in better conditions than her (although Roman could shed his immortality and “upir” condition, but you don’t want him to do that).

Children is a problematic issues, mostly because, you have your own opinion (I personally would want children but feel free to fill here with whatever you want), Roman doesn’t want them (this is in a AU, in which Nadia doesn’t exist, sorry), Ivar does, although he is burned by Freydis experience and is unsure that he would be able to raise a children with also Roman.

He can share you because you are your own person and he knows that somehow you and him belong with Roman, but to discover that the child was his, he didn’t know if he could be partial to that.

You would probably take a lot of time before you would even try to make plans for further than the next day.

If eventually accidents did happen, I honestly feel like both the boys would stop overthinking at least for the entire pregnancy, not wanting nothing to happen to the baby (if you decide to keep it), mostly because the child is half-supernatural so it might hurt her a bit, and be tough, mostly if it is a upir (how well did that turn out for Lena…) and then they would be too affectionate to it to even not consider it their sons.

You would then transfer to your ideal place: a little house in the suburbs, maybe away in the countryside, but not too far away from the city.

You would have a heavily life, and they would never be bothered by your aging, it would just made them discover more and more they love, and you gifted them life, a dynasty.

It is an happy future life.

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... claws my way up from hell once more and vomits onto the dash.... hello. its nora. i used to write rory bergstrom, but if u were here before that u might remember me as greta or alma putnam or..... som1 else.... an endless carousel of trash children..... this is finn, who i actually wrote for an early version of this rp abt 5yrs back now...... grits teeth..... so forgive me if im rusty i havent written him in a long time but seein honey boy gave me a lotta finn muse n im keen to get Back On The Horse yeehaww...

DYLAN O’BRIEN / CIS-MALE — don’t look now, but is that finn o’callaghan i see? the 25 year old criminology and forensic studies student is in their graduate year of study year and he is a rochester alum. i hear they can be judicious, adroit, morose and cynical, so maybe keep that in mind. i bet he will make a name for themselves living off-campus. ( nora. 24. gmt. she/her )

shakes my tin can a humble pinterest, ma’am....

finn has a bio pasted at the bottom (n written in like.... 2015.... gross) but it’s long so if u don’t wanna read it here’s the sparknotes summary..... anyway this was written years ago n a lot of it seems really cliche and lame now but..... we accept the trash we think we deserve

grumpy, ugly sweater wearing, tech-savvy grandpa

very dry sense of humour and embraces nihilism.

if ron swanson and april ludgate had a baby it would be finn

he was raised in derry, just south of dublin.

from a big family. elder sister called sinead. he also has a younger sister (aoife), a younger brother (colm), and a collie named lassie because his father lovs cliches (finn hates cliches but loves his dog).

his father was a pub landlord and his mother worked at the market sellin fruit n veg when they met but got a job as a medical receptionist when she had kids cos it meant she cld be there with them in the day and work nights.

his parents met when they were p young and fiesty and rushed into marriage cos they were catholic n just wanted to have sex. his family were literally dirt-poor, but they had a lot of love i guess

hmmmmm his relationship w his father wasn’t the best cos i can’t write character who have healthy relationships w their parents throws up a peace sign. yh, had a pretty emotionally distant, alcoholic violent father n so gets a lot of his bad habits i.e. drinking as a coping mechanism and poor anger management from him BUT anyway

as a kid he was never very motivated in class, he always had a nervous itch to be off somewhere doing something else. struggled under government austerity bcso there just wasn’t the resources to support low income families where the kids had learning difficulties n needed support. fuck the tories am i right

his mum suggested he try sports to help w his restless energy but he was never any good at football so he took up boxing and tap dance instead. he took to tap dancing like a fish to fuckin water. as adhd n found this as a really good way to use his excess energy in a creative way

had a few run ins with the police in his early teens for spray painting and graffiti, but he straightened himself out n now actually considering becoming a detective inspector??? cops are pigs.

he had a youtube channel where he posted videos of him tapdancing and breakdancing as a kid, basically would be a tiktok boy nowadays, n had like... a small fanbase in his early teens. attended several open auditions unsuccessfully, until he was finally cast in billy eliot when he was fifteen.

during billy eliot he began dating an italian dancer called nina. they became dance partners soon after and toured across the republic with various different shows (inc riverdance lol the classic irish stereotype). their relationship was p toxic tbh, they were both very hot tempered people and just used to argue and fight all the time.

he went semi-pro at tap dancing, and nina couldn’t stand being second best so she moved back to italy with her family. ignored his texts, phone calls, etc, eventually he was driven to the point where he used his savings to buy a plane ticket, showed up at her house and she was like wtf?? freaked out and filed a restraining order accusing him of stalking.

he was fined for harassment and then returned home to derry, but after the incident with nina he quit dancing for good and finished his leaving cert before heading to university in the US to get as far away from nina and his past life as poss. and basically since he quit dancing to study forensics (death kink. finn cant get enough of that morgue. just walks around sayin beat u) he’s become a massive grump and jsut doesn’t see the good in people any more.

u’ll find finn in an old man bar drinking whiskey bc he is in fact an old man at heart or sat on his roof smoking a joint, drawing wolves and lions and skeletons and shit, playing call of duty or getting blazed or at the corner of the room in a house party ignoring everyone and scrolling through twitter. is a massive e-boy. always up-to-date on memes and internet slang. has reddit as an app on his phone

not very good at communication. rather than solve his issues by talking, he’d prefer to just solve them through fighting or running away from his problems hence why he has come halfway across the world to get away from an issue which probs cld have been solved w a few apology emails.

takes a lot to phase him, but when his beserk button gets pressed he can become a bit pugnacious like an angry lil rottweiler. in his undergrad he was in a few fist fights but doesn’t really do tht any more as he doesn’t condone violence.

in the previous version of this rp he was hospitalised like 5 times. pls, give my son a break. stop tryin to kill him. he literaly got a bottle smashed over his head and bled out all over his favourite angora rug that was the only light of his life

works at the campus coffee shop n always whines about how he’s a slave to capitalism. always smells of coffee

lives off campus with an elderly woman named Marianne, and basically gets reduced rent bcos he makes her dinner / keeps her company. they have a great bond

fan of karl marx. v big on socialism

insomniac with chronic nosebleeds

cynical about everything. too much of a fight club character 4 his own good n has his head up tyler durden’s sphincter

always confused or annoyed

statistics

basic information

full name: finnegan seamus o'callaghan nickname(s): finn age: 25 astrological sign: aries hometown: derry, ireland occupation: phd student / former street entertainer fatal flaw: cynicism positives: self-reliant, street smart, relaxed, intelligent, spontaneous, brave, independent, reliable, trustworthy, loyal. negatives: hostile, impulsive, stubborn, brooding, pugnacious, untrusting, cynical, enigmatic, reserved.

physical

colouring: medium hair colour: dark brown, almost black eye colour: brown height: 5’9” weight: 69kg build: tall, athletic voice: subtle irish accent, low, smooth. dominant hand: left scar(s): one on the left side of his ribs from a knife wound that he doesn’t remember getting cos he was drunk distinguishing marks: freckles, tattoo of a wolf howling at a moon allergies: pollen and the full spectrum of human emotion alcohol tolerance: high drunken behaviour: he becomes friendlier, far more conversational than when sober, flirtier, and generally more self-confident.

psychological

dreams/goals: self-fulfilment, travel the globe, experience life in its most alive and technicoloured version, make documentary films, help the vulnerable in society, grow as a human being.

skills: jack-of-all-trades, very fast runner, good at thieving things, talented tap dancer, good in crisis situations, dab-hand at mechanics, musically-intelligent, can throw a mean right hook and very capable of defending himself, can roll a cigarette, memorises quotes and passages of literature with ease, can light a match with his teeth.

likes: the smell of the earth after rain, poetry, cigarettes, shakespeare, whiskey, tattoos, travelling, ac/dc, deep conversations, leather jackets, open spaces, the smell of petrol, early noughties ‘emo phase’ anthems.

dislikes: the government, parties, rules, donald trump, children, apple products, weddings, people in general, small talk, dependency, loneliness, pop music, public transport, justin timberlake, uncertainty.fears: fear itself, drowning alignment: true neutral mbti: istp – “while their mechanical tendencies can make them appear simple at a glance, istps are actually quite enigmatic. friendly but very private, calm but suddenly spontaneous, extremely curious but unable to stay focused on formal studies, istp personalities can be a challenge to predict, even by their friends and loved ones. istps can seem very loyal and steady for a while, but they tend to build up a store of impulsive energy that explodes without warning, taking their interests in bold new directions.” (via 16personalities.com)

full bio (lame as fuck written years ago..... pleathe...)

tw homophobia

born in quigley’s pub on the backstreets of sunny dublin, young finnegan o'callaghan was thrown kicking and screaming into the rowdy suburbs of irish drinking culture. the son of a landlord and a fishwife, he never had much in the way of earnings, but there was never a dull moment in his lively estate, where asbo’s thrived, but community spirit conquered. at school, finn was pegged as lazy and unmotivated, though truly his dyslexia made it hard for the boy to learn in the same environment of his peers and only made him more closed-off in class. struggling with anger management, finn moved from school to school, unable to fit the cookie-cutter mould that school enforced on him, though whilst academic studies were of little interest to the boy, he soon found his true passions lay in recreational activities. immersed into the joys of sport from as young as four, finn was an ardent munster fan and anticipated nothing more than the day he could finally fit into his brother’s old pair of rugby boots.

his calling finally came unexpectedly, not in the form of rugger, but through dance. to learn to express himself in a non-academic way, he began tap dancing, finding therapy in the beat of his soles against the cracked kitchen tiles (much to his mother’s disgrace). it wasn’t a conscious choice, finn just realised one day that dance was something that made him feel. a king of the streets, finn made his fortune on those cobbled pavements – dancing and drawing to earn his keep. by default, finn became a street artist, each penny he earned from his chalk drawings saved in a jam jar towards buying his first pair of tap shoes. though many of his less-than-amiable neighbours called him a nancy and a gaybo, finn refused to quit at his somewhat ‘unconventional’ hobby, for the young scrapper found energy, life, and released anger through the rhythm of tap. soon he branched out into street dance, hip hop, break dancing, lyrical, his days spent smacking his scuffed feet against the broken patio into the night.

when he was thirteen he took up boxing, and as expected, his newfound ‘macho’ pastime conflicted with his dancing. the boxers called him ‘soft’; the dancers called him ‘inelegant’. he felt like two different people; having to choose between interests was like being handed a knife and asked to which half of himself he wished to cut away. he couldn’t afford professional training in dance, with most schools based in england and limited scholarships available. instead, he made the street his studio, racking up a small fanbase on youtube. when he was fifteen he made his debut in billy eliot at the olympia theatre in dublin. enter nina de souza, talented, beautiful and italian; ballet dancer, operatic singer, genius whiz kid, and spoiled brat. she was selfish, conceited, hell bent on getting her own way, and every director’s nightmare. finn fell for her like a house of cards. he’d always had a soft spot for girls who meant trouble. and so their hellish courtship began.

by the time they were seventeen, the two young swans had danced in every playhouse across the republic. they were known in theatres across the country for their tempestuous personalities, their raging arguments with one another, their tendency to drop out of shows altogether without any notice, yet the money kept rolling in and the audiences continued to grow. for three years, their families continued to put up with their hysterical fights followed by passionate reconciliations. he was too possessive, and she was too wild. their carcrash of a relationship finally came to a catastrophic halt when nina broke off the whole affair and returned to italy with her family. for months finn tried to contact her, yet his phone calls, texts, facebook messages were always ignored, until finally he was driven to drastic measures and used his savings to get a plane to her home town. when finn turned up uninvited at nina’s house she freaked out – and rightly so – she contacted her agent, accused him of stalking her, and had a restraining order placed against him. finn was arrested, held in a station overnight, and charged with harassment before he was allowed to return to dublin.

after the incident with nina, finn lost the fight in his eyes. he became far more hostile, far less likely to retaliate with his own fists, and picked fights not for the thrill of feeling his own fists pummel another into a wall, but for the sensation of his own brittle bones cracking. he dropped his tap shoes in a dumpster, stopped talking to his friends, followed his father’s advice and went back to school to complete his leaving certificate. a few short months later, and finn was packing his bags, saying his bittersweet goodbyes, and travelling half-way across the globe to be as far away as possible from his past self, his mess of a life, and most of all nina. it seemed somehow ironic that the boy who had been cautioned by the garda so much during his youth for spray painting, busking without a liscence, and raucous parties would become the grumpy, aloof overseas student studying a degree in criminology; that his once reckless spirit could be crushed so easily.

of all things that finn could be called, straightforward would never be one of them. ever since his first days in atticus, the boy was pegged as hostile, hot-headed, cynical, rude. he seemed to spend more time in his thoughts than engaging in conversation. like a ticking time-bomb, finn’s anger was of the calm kind, liable to explode without a moment’s noticed. his unpredictable personality make him something of an enigma to those who aren’t amiable with the lad, though hostile as he may appear, he harvests a good heart. loyalty lies at the centre of his affections, and whilst his friends are few in number, he makes a lifelong partner. somewhere within finn, there’s still some fight left, but mostly he has recognised that his hedonistic lifestyle did little to leave him fulfilled – mostly, it just emptied him out – and over his three years at university has resigned himself to a nihilistic predicament.

if u wanna plot with me pls pls pls im me or like this post!! i am always game for plots i love em so excited to write with you all here r some ideas

study buddies. finn is now a phd student so has to start takin shit seriously. he gon be in the library every day doing that independent study. if he had ppl who were also regular library goers n they get each other coffees to save time.... tht wld be sweet

ppl who love techno dj sets and going super hard on the weekends!!! fuck yea

friends with benefits. exes on bad terms. ppl he tried to date but couldnt because he’s always emotionally hung up on someone else. spicy hook up plots

ppl he met touring?? maybe ppl who were also in the entertainment industry..... anyone got a character who is ex circus hit me up

does anyone else study criminology / forensics / criminal psych / law? phd students sometimes lecture so he cld be an assistant lecturer / tutor if ur character is in a younger year

gamers !!! social recluses !!! hermits !!

finn goes to the skatepark and all the young boys there think he’s a gradnpa which he is!

#huntingtonintro #is tht the tag....... idk..... msg me xo

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ververa · 5 years

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"You are enough"

CHAPTER 11

Ronnie had always been an artistic soul. She had never had too many friends and hadn’t wanted to change it. She wasn’t the same type as her mother – who would socialise with everyone whenever the occasion arose. Ronnie was just Ronnie – she preferred such a way of living since the very beginning. But it all was connected with her childhood. She was brought up mostly by her grandmother. And Joanne, as an overprotective granny, didn’t leave her too much space for exploring the world – as kids usually do. In the woman’s eyes she was always a little and way too fragile thing that may get sick or hurt herself every time she left the house. Basically, in granny’s confidence everything from the outside could kill her. Joanne preferred to keep her preoccupied with something different, that let them stay inside, and that thing were books. A whole lot of literature – fairy tales, short stories, comic books. It was as if she were living in a completely different reality.

So, when she finally broke free it was a bit hard to accustom. She was like the odd one out. And her new school was a kind of reality check and a real challenge. Being a good and liked by every teacher student was one thing, but having a mother – that demands being the best in everything was the other. Ballet class was never Ronnie’s dream, but for Caroline it was a way to made her own dreams and ambitions to come true. It was okay for Ronnie to do what her mother wanted until things got complicated. And when they did the girl finally understood what a pain in the ass her mother was. She had nobody who could help her when she broke down. She was dealing with her own demons and post-traumatic stress disorder on her own, because for Caroline it was her who was the problem. She was carrying on for so long, that when she didn’t have to do it all – alone any more – it was really hard to stop. It was as if she had built walls around herself. And nobody tried to get in to her shell, until she met Ellie.

Caroline was that type of mother, who noticed her daughter only when she succeeded in something. But even then the woman wasn’t really there for Ronnie, but for her success. She was always boasting herself – claiming it was all thanks to her. But with Ellie it was different. The psychiatrist was with her in, probably, the worst moments. When she was suffering from major depression and broke down – Staple was there ready to help. When she made the worst of possible decisions and cut her veins – it was Ellie who pulled her out of the bath and blocked the bleeding. The psychiatrist not only saved her, but also took care of her further treatment. She didn’t let them send her to a madhouse far away – in the middle of nowhere. She took care of Ronnie n her own. And she cured her of depression, eating disorders and low self-esteem. But despite being the best psychiatrist and the greatest of possible remedies Staple couldn’t cure her from insecurities and sensitivity to criticism.

But she was a painter. Criticism was a part of her profession and she was taking it pretty well. But after painting for almost half of her life and exhibiting for 3 she was done. Ronnie felt as if she had nothing more to offer. She simply didn’t have new ideas and all her old works were already seen by everyone. It wasn’t the first time she had a block, but it lasted longer than before and Ronnie was almost sure it’s a permanent state. It felt as if she had run out of everything that was in her head previously. Though the worst was yet to come.

____________________________

Ellie was abroad when the girl decide to end her adventure with painting – at least for some time. She went to meet with her agents, even though she wasn't really convinced to it.

"You what?!" a slim blonde – Bella yelled

"I'm not going to paint"

"And why is that?" the woman rolled her eyes not taking it seriously at allowing

"I don't have anything to offer any more"

"Ronnie" a tall, black man began "You should think about it"

"I did. If I haven't thought about it I wouldn't be here. This is the end"

"Ronney. Little girl, it's not the first time you're facing such kind of block"

"Jason is right. You should go somewhere. Rest, relax. And inspiration will come, as always"

"It won't" Ronnie shook her head "I know you don't understand. And I don't expect you to do so. My works were filled with grief, anger and fear. But I don't have it inside me any more. The old Ronnie is gone. I evolved and there's nothing more that I can paint"

"Is it because of Ellie?" Bella asked

"What? No"

"In my opinion it is"

"Leave her alone. She has nothing to do with it. It's my decision"

"You do not make decisions, little girl"

"Don't call me that. I'm not a kid any more"

"If you weren't a kid you would know that it's not a decision that you can make just like that. Did you even think what consequences it may carry?"

"And if you're not so vain you would know that there's no use in continuing it. Think about the last exhibition. It was a flop, because I have nothing more to show. You wanted me to dye my hair, so I could draw attention. I did. Now, my hair is fucking pink, but it changed nothing. People do not enjoy my art any more. Get over it. I'm done painting. A real artist ought to know when it's time to get off the stage. And this is that very moment. I gave people everything that I could, but I run out of ideas and I'm not going to push myself, because you want to earn money"

"And what are you going to do?"

"I..." she hesitated

"You have nothing! Only paintings. If you leave, you're over" Bella stated "You're nobody without them!" her voice was full of venom At that Ronnie stood up. She smiled at the woman and then at Jason, who seemed to be afraid to interfere in their little argument. "You're right. I'm nobody without paintings. So, it's probably the high time I changed it" she said and left the office ____________ Ellie had been working on improving Ronnie's confidence since the very beginning. On the one hand the girl was introverted and sensitive, but on the other she was full of energy and creativity. That combination astounded Ellie. Even though it wasn't easy, after those 3 years that passed, she managed to unblock the girl. However, there were still those moments when Ronnie got insecure and that's heartbreaking.

“Maybe I was never meant to be a painter” the girl implied as she was talking with Ellie on Skype

“Nonsense. You’re a great painter and you created a lot of wonderful works. It’ll always be a part of you, but if you don’t feel like painting any more you don’t have to”

“Bella sent me an e-mail what consequences my quitting will have”

“Which are?”

“If I terminate a contract I’ll have to pay quite a lot of money”

“This is a typical ploy”

“I know, but…”

“Look, our finance is stable. You don’t need to worry about the money. You can do it”

“And I’ll just sit at home and be your dependent? I don’t think so”

“I knew you’re going to bring it up again” Ellie shook her head “We’ll talk about it, when I come back. By the way, you remember that you’re going to the symposium with me?”

Ronnie did remember. It was going to be another dull meeting during which she would not talk with anyone, cause she’s just not like them. She didn’t like going there, but was doing it for Ellie. However, the girl failed to understand why the hell the psychiatrist wanted her to be there.

“I do, but maybe you should go there alone?”

“Why?”

“You know, those hair...”

“It’s not that bad”

“Red. My hair is fucking red. And ‘bad’ doesn’t describe it any more”

“Don’t be so dramatic. It’s only hair after all”

“El, I look like a forest fairy”

The psychiatrist burst into laughter

“Yeah. Sure. Laugh at me” Ronnie huffed

“You look stunning. I would say fairy-like” she chuckled

“It’s not funny”

“You sure? Cause I think it is”

Ronnie rolled her eyes

“I’m serious you look good. Nobody will care. And even if they do, I’ll be right there and nobody will dare to say anything”

“Ellie the bad-ass?” Ronnie laughed

“No bad-ass. Just the boss” she shrugged smirking

“Being in charge is definitely your thing” the girl stated

“I suppose it is. So, I hope you’ll be here tomorrow”

“You say it as if I had a choice”

“You do have a choice”

“You’re going to give a speech and you promised to show me what a bad-ass you can be. How can I miss such a promising event?”

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The symposium was supposed to be the ending of the one of many business trips – on which Ellie was. She was obviously the best psychiatrist and so she was asked to discuss the topic of delusion of grandeur – in which she was an expert.

It definitely wasn’t the first time she had to make such a speech, though she didn’t really like it. After all, instead of doing it, she could focus on her work or spend some time at home with Ronnie.

That’s probably one of the reasons why she wanted the girl to be there. The second was that she hated all that fancy parties – or more precisely the people there. And being there with Ronnie she could avoid some dull and not desired talks.

Work and education had always be the Most important things for her. She worked hard to succeed and had never even thought thought that some day it wouldn’t matter that much. But there she was – in her hotel room waiting with anticipation not for the symposium – as she used to do – but for Ronnie to arrive.

Though, the girl’s flight was delayed. Due to that fact they’re supposed to meet at the symposium. Ronnie hated such situations. In the aspect of having things under control they were both similar – everything had to be planned and go according to the plan. In other circumstances they’re pissed off. And so, as Ronnie finally arrived she was, basically, on the edge. Her patience and inner peace were already overexerted, so when things complicated even more she exploded.

“I’m sorry” a slim brunette dressed in some elegant clothes came to her

“Yes?” the girl tried to sound polite despite being nervous

“Not to be rude, but I think you may have mistook the places” she affirmed

“I’m afraid I don’t understand”

“You don’t look like someone with a doctor’s degree”

Ronnie frowned and took a few steps back. Then she took a deep breath, cause internally she had already punched the woman right in her face.

“Not to be rude, but shouldn’t you mind your own business?” she responded calmly

“I’m only saying that’s a fancy place and the meeting is for the doctors with degree in psychiatry”

“I’m not going to prove you my point. Neither do I intend to duel with you, as I don’t have a habit of attacking defenceless” with that Ronnie turned back only to face her girlfriend

Ellie was standing there with her arms crossed.

“Doctor Staple” the woman began pleadingly “I was just trying to explain that this meeting requires some standards and it’s not the right place for her”

Ronnie wasn’t sure what to do – whether she ought to say anything more and simply put the woman in her place or not. Ellie’s face remained unreadable. She glanced at the woman, then back at Ronnie.

“Indeed, Miss Levine, this meeting, place and in general work requires some certain standards and abilities that you’re apparently lacking” the psychiatrist attested dryly

Ronnie’s eyes widened. She looked at Ellie surprised – she definitely hadn’t expected her to act like that

“Well, miss” she addressed Ronnie “I bet your place may be already taken, as you’re late, so I’m afraid you’ll have to sit down next to me”

The girl smiled at Ellie’s professional tone

“I bet I’ll have to make do with it”

“I suppose” Ellie’s smile came back as Ronnie came closer to her “So, how was your flight, baby?” she asked loud enough for Miss Levine to hear

The woman’s eyes widened as she learnt with whom she was just talking. And it only made Ronnie laugh at how ridiculous and stupid people could be sometimes.

“I didn’t know you can be that bossy” the girl chuckled as they entered the building

“Do you think I overreacted?”

“No. It was… well, it was funny” she laughed “For me at least. Cause the poor woman was probably at the edge of having a heart attack”

“It’s only her fault. Nobody gets to mess with my girlfriend. Definitely, not someone with inflated ego, that’s not really compatible with their intellect”

Ronnie smiled fondly looking at the psychiatrist. They’re together for a few years, but it still amazed her how protective and combative Ellie became when it’s coming to defending her. But she could act the same and when it was about standing up for Staple, Ronnie didn’t shy away from resorting to violence, which she proved on a few occasions. In the girl’s case it was rather reasoned – since she cut herself off from her mother she had nobody, but Ellie. However, even though Staple did have a loving family none of them could compare to Ronnie. She was the best that had ever happened to Ellie and it was a natural instinct – to protect what was the most precious to her. And Ronnie became, literally, the world to her.

Even during her speech, the woman wasn’t looking at anybody, but the girl. And at one point she needed to take a break, cause when her eyes met Ronnie’s she got too distracted to continue.

“Will you tell me what’s your secret?” the girl beamed when Ellie came back to her seat right next to her

“My secret?”

“Yeah. How do you know that much?”

“I don’t” she smiled

“You do. That was great. Really. You did great”

“Thank you”

“By the way, do you feel like going for a walk later? I’ve something to tell you”

Ellie looked at her questioningly

“Actually, I feel like going for a walk now” the psychiatrist said

“But it’s not the end yet…”

“So what?”

“I thought you want to stay till the end…”

“I intended to, but now I’m way too curious what you’re going to tell me”

Ronnie only shook her head chuckling, as Ellie led her to the exit.

“So? What is it?” the psychiatrist asked when they were outside

“Well, I decided that I’m going to go back to the university”

Ellie stopped and looked at the girl. She wasn’t surprised – they simply didn’t discuss how Ronnie had to take a break form the university, because of the treatment and then didn’t continue.

“What? You think it’s a bad idea?” Ronnie asked

“No. This is a great idea. I mean as long as you want it I’m going to support you”

“I don’t know yet. I would like to do something that may affect people’s life. Though there’s nothing I’m good at, so it may be hard to find something suitable. But I can always try”

“Nonsense. You’re good at everything”

“Yeah. Sure. But still there’s no studies for me”

“Did you think about psychology?”

“Psychology?”

“Yes. You would be a good psychologist. You’re a good listener and people tend to trust you”

“I… Well, do you think I can?”

“Of course, you can. It’s all up to you”

“O-okay”

“You know?”

“Yes?”

“I’m so fucking proud of you” she cupped Ronnie’s cheeks

“Because I’m going to study?”

“No! Because you’re a fighter. You defeated your insecurities and put that stupid bitch in her place”

“Well, I guess I have a good master”

At that Ellie smiled fondly and leaned in to kiss the girl.

#dr ellie staple #ellie staple #my own character #sarah paulson imagine #glass #my ideas #hope you like it #enjoy #<3

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kpopbopz · 5 years

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Got7 | s.o is pregnant

Request: Hello! Can you please please do a GOT7 reaction to their s/o being pregnant after trying for a long time. Thank u!!

♡.

Mark Tuan

It was Tuesday, but not just any Tuesday, it was the Tuesday that you realized just how late your period was, six weeks to be exact. You didn’t think much of it because you were always keeping yourself busy between your marriage with Mark, your work, and hobbies, plus periods weren’t something you were excited for anyway. Since you had been trying to get pregnant for the past year with no avail, it was around that time where you both accepted that you’ll just take a break; that was until this Tuesday where you couldn’t help but wonder just exactly why you were late.

You paced back and forth in the bathroom, waiting for three pregnancy tests to reveal your destined fate; preparing yourself for the usual disappointment of a single line.

When the timer beeped on your phone and you slowly walked over to view the results, your mouth dropped. All three of them showed the positive sign that you were indeed, pregnant.

“Holy shit.”

You had to tell Mark, you called him, and by having your distinct ringtone as “Never Ever”, he knew to pick up instantly.

“What’s up babygirl?” he cooed into the phone.

“That’s what’s up,” you smiled, still staring at the unbelievable test results in your free hand.

“What do you mean?”

“Babygirl—or baby boy, inside of me, Mark, we did it.”

“What the he—wait,” it finally registered what you meant and excitement exploded through the phone, “You’re pregnant Y/n?! Really?! We’re gonna have a baby?!”

You both would start screaming on the phone with each other in pure excitement. On the other end of the phone, he would be jumping up and down with the other members, them being just as excited as he was, being that each of them were going to be the best uncles ever.

♡.

Im Jaebum [JB]

Okay so, you guys would have a code word for when it was baby making time. Since you both were so serious about it, you would schedule the best times around when you were ovulating or just off your period and he had free time. The code phrase was that it was time to make some coffee. And let me tell you, you guys would be making loads of coffee…

In the studio. In the car. On the couch. In the shower. In bed. In Mark’s bed. In the fitting room closet.

But regardless of how many times you made coffee, and how good it was, you guys still couldn’t get you pregnant. This had been going on for five months, and even though the coffee was great, you still didn’t feel satisfied knowing that you weren’t extending your family yet.

You were about to suggest that you both took a break from trying to schedule sex. Knowing that if you kept it up, it would become more of an annoying task and the passion would be gone.

The afternoon that he had suggested making some coffee, you had a doctor’s appointment.

Just a regular checkup and some blood work done; no big deal. That was until your physician had some news for you.

“Mrs. Y/n, did you know that you’re pregnant?”

You choked on air, staring at your doctor as if she’d lost her head.

“E-Excuse me, I’m what?”

“Pregnant. Four weeks to be exact, congratulations. I can get you started on some prenatal vitamins,” she would say as you begin to shout with excitement.

After leaving the doctor, you would tell Jaebum to meet you at a coffee place. Once you both meet up there, he would see you already ordered for him. Giving you a kiss on the cheek before sitting down beside you, smirking to himself, thinking that you both were about to try some form of public coffee making next.

“What’s the plan jagi? Did your appointment go well?” he would say before taking a small sip of his coffee, not noticing the message on his coffee cup at first.

“It went very well,” you gestured toward his cup, “gosh, I can’t believe they actually spelled your name right on your cup.”

That’s when he would finally notice in plain black marker the term:

“To future daddy, a coffee bean is brewing, coming soon. xo.”

The amount of exhilaration that hit this man was insane and it wasn’t because of the coffee. He would instantly go down on his knees and press his hands gently to your stomach, nonstop grinning.

“I’m so proud of you jagi and I’m so excited to meet you little one.”

♡.

Jackson Wang

He would have prepared you dinner, being the cute and caring hubby that he was. Your plans for the night was to eat dinner and watch a movie together before bed. You would walk into the kitchen and wrap your arms around his waist as he stood, stirring chicken in the pan.

It took you a moment to realize how strong and concoctive the scents of dinner preparation was until they became nauseating. Not because he was a bad cook, you loved his cooking, it was just so strong and overwhelming that you found yourself running back into your shared master bathroom to throw up.

After placing the towel down from over his shoulder, and dimming down the fire on the stove, he would come in after you, worried and rubbing your back gently.

“If you’re feeling ill jagi, I can make you some soup and just take care of you while you rest,” he would assure you, kissing your head while you kneeled over the toilet. It was strange. For the past week, you noticed that your sense of smell was becoming more and more sensitive and just how exhausted you’d been feeling. You squinted your eyes in the process of thinking before a lightbulb had appeared.

“Puppy, can you get out for a moment? I have to use the bathroom,” you tried to keep calm, realizing that your curiosity could be met with utter disappointment. Jackson nodded, standing to give you the space you needed.

“I’ll be in the kitchen starting on your soup, kitten. Just call me if you need me,” he would say while leaving the small space and closing the door behind him.

Instantly, you would rummage underneath the sink, pulling out one of your stashed pregnancy tests.

After taking the test and acknowledging that you were indeed pregnant; the smile on your face was vivid.

“Jagiya! Do you think you’re well enough to eat? I can bring you dinner in bed if that’s what you want,” he would call out to you.

You stepped out of the bathroom and called back out toward him, holding up the positive pregnancy test.

“Well since I’ll be eating for two, I think it’s best that I eat dinner.”

“What are you talking about jagi? You’re getting a whole meal, I have to eat too!”

“I know that, but you should be making dinner for three considering I’m eating for two.” It would take him a moment to register what you meant, feeling as if he’d just gone over this with you before the reality of the situation hit him. He would spin around, running back into the room to see you holding up a pregnancy test, a small, but still there bump on your belly.

“WE’RE HAVING A WANG PUPPY?!” he would start jumping up and down in sheer and pure excitement.

Side note: he would literally prepare a tiny plate, wanting you to authentically feed the bundle of baby inside of you.

♡.

Park Jinyoung

You had honestly found out last week that you were expecting and three weeks along, but you wanted a creative way to tell Jinyoung that he was going to be a father. You thought of all types of things until you finally came up with the perfect way to tell him but you needed JYP’s help.

You gathered yourself at the studio, conversing with JYP that you were expecting with his name twin, and you wanted him to call him in, explaining that he would be getting a promotion and to invite all the boys to his promotion reveal the next night. He was confused as to why he was the only member in the group to be retrieving something like this but overall was very excited regardless.

He would’ve come home telling you just how excited he was, yet worrisome about what the promotion could be and what it meant for got7. You could express how proud you were of him, keeping your surprise and big reveal from him with the best poker face on.

The time came where he and the boys would head over to the studio. You would be standing in another room, waiting for the signal to come in. JYP would meet them first, making a small speech about how proud he was of Jinyoung and that he was getting everything he deserved before handing him his “promoting” papers.

Reading over the paperwork, it read that he was being promoted from just a husband to a father as well. He would break out into happy tears, and the cue word “congratulations” would allow for you to enter the room with a big smile on your face.

He would immediately come to you, holding you in his arms before dropping down to his knees and giving your tiny bump a kiss.

“Daddy is so happy for this next step in his career as a father.”

Sidenote: Jackson would be screaming in the background, begging for Mark to have their child already. Youngjae would argue that Mark was being a slut, Coco already being their child, WHICH BRINGS US TO—

♡.

Choi Youngjae

You found out that morning that you were pregnant while he was out taking Coco for a short walk. The amount of enthusiasm that pulsed through you was nearly overwhelming. Your nausea and bloating made so much sense now that you knew you were expecting.

You couldn’t wait and you wanted to tell Youngjae instantly that you both were finally getting to extend your family of three, to a family of four, after casually trying for the past seven months.

“Jagiya~ Coco and I have returned.”

“Sunshine! Guess what!” you cooed, coming to wrap your arms around his neck. He smiled at your affections and pulled you into his embrace while peppering your face with sweet small kisses.

“Yes jagi?” he would mumble between kisses.

“Coco is getting a brother or sister,” you whispered in the most loving tone that you could, grinning while your cheeks flushed, being able to say it out loud.

“We’re getting another puppy?! How? Where? Wait, why? Coco is the only goddess dog we—”

“It’s not a puppy sunshine,” you would chuckle at his inquiries, staring into his eyes, “it’s a baby. We’re having a baby Youngjae.”

His eyes would go wide as he looked up and down from your face to your tummy.

“A human BEAN?!”

He would then run around the house with Coco running after him, screaming and smiling about how excited he was, contacting all the other members and telling them the great news. That Coco was getting a sibling!

♡.

BamBam

BamBam had noticed that you’d been having a lot of mood swings lately. You would be happy then all of a sudden you would start to cry. He didn’t understand what was going on with you and would tell you to dab on them tears.

Of course he was very much aware that both of you had been trying to have a child, so every time you would see a baby while strolling in the park together or shopping for groceries, you would cry and send BamBam pictures of babies and express how much you really wanted to have one of your own.

You would’ve never connected that you had been pregnant for the past month until your mother had told you that you seemed to be experiencing symptoms of early pregnancy.

BamBam wouldn’t know just yet that you were pregnant until you sent him a text one day, more pictures of babies. He would be used to it by now and explain that one day you both would be having one of your own and when that day came he would be the happiest man alive.

The next picture you sent him was a picture of the positive pregnancy test you had taken earlier that day, next to a crappy drawing of a “Happiest Man Alive” certificate.

He would immediately ask you where you were, rushing to you and scooping you up in a huge hug while he kissed you over and over.

“This baby will come out dabbing, I’m already proud of them,” he would murmur toward your stomach, receiving a playful eye roll from you.

♡.

Kim Yugyeom

The way you would tell Yugyeom was going to be through something he loved. Dance. You weren’t going to be dancing but whenever this bundle of joy was born, they would be dancing right beside their daddy so you decided the number one thing a dancer needs are a good pair of shoes.

He was in the middle of practicing his freestyle when you came to the studio. He blew you a sweet kiss before continuing to focus on his kinetic art so he wouldn’t notice you slip into his duffle bag a tiny pair of shoes with the written note, “Dancing into daddy’s footsteps, coming soon.~”

Honestly, it would be BamBam to notice the small laces popping out of the bag.

“Yo man, whose shoes are these? They’re so cute,” he would pull them out of Yugyeom’s bag, reading the note before jumping up and down enthused about being an uncle. Yugyeom, perplexed, would stop his music and turn to look at his close hyung.

“What are you talking abou—” he would look at the tiny shoes and the note you left behind and a smile would break out on his face as he began jumping up and down with Bambam.

“I’m going to be a father! Y/n’s having a baby!”

He would call you right after he was done celebrating, telling you that he would be home right away and to kiss your little bun for him while you waited for him to come home.

“I’m so excited baby girl. You’re going to be such a wonderful mommy.”

♡.

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give-her-hell-from-us-pevees · 4 years

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He Could Be the One Reggie imagine

hehe I did it y’all!!! I’ve been thinking about this all day and I just had to write out!! i change the lyrics “hes a cutie” to guitar cutie because when I was little i was convinced it was guitar cutie

But you were scared to tell him. You didn’t want to cause any drama in the band.

But after awhile you realize how much you loved this boy, you had to let it somehow. So, you did what you did best; wrote a song.

You had a notebook, similar to Luke's that was filled with songs. Some completed, other pages just had random versus. You were sat in a bean bag chair in the garage writing before band practice. You had your notebook propped up against your knees as you wrote down the song. Once you started, you couldn’t stop writing. Everything you had felt the past few months were being let out onto this piece of paper. The words flowed effortlessly on the page.

“Hey baby girl”

You jumped and fell of your chair. Your notebook slammed shut.

“Woah okay. Sorry Y/N’ he gave his hand out for you take to help you get up when he noticed your book in your hand.

“New song?” he asked.

“Something. It’s not that good though.” You tell him placing the book in your bag before he could see it.

“Y/N, how many times do we have to talk about this? You’re best song writer we have! You can do no wrong”

Face started to heat up as you turned around to look a Reggie. You tried to play it cool and roll your eyes. “Don’t let Luke hear you say that. But I do think Home Is where my horse deserves some credit” you said jokingly.

“See, this is why I love you. You my girl, have great taste” he said while point at you with that boyish smile.

Love?

“my girl”

My god how does he get your heart to act like this?

“Taste is anything that isn’t Bobby’s songs” You tell him trying to busy yourself at your keyboard.

“That’s very true”

As he said that the rest of the band started to walk into the garage. Luke looked like he was about to explode with excitement. “Everything okay Luke?” Reggie asked.

“We got a gig tomorrow night on the Strip!”

Your eyes widened and mouth dropped. “The strip? Seriously? Where at?” you asked joining the rest of the group.

“Some new club is opening tomorrow night and they asked if we could perform!” Alex said.

“Oh my god! Think of the amount of people that are going to be there! This is great guys!” you said.

Luke said something about getting practiced but you told the boys that would be right back. You were going into the house for some water.

“New club, I’m thinking a new song” Luke said.

“Do you have anything written?” Alex asked

“I don't” Luke said

“ I have some-”

“Y/N was writing a song when I walked in” Reggie said interrupting Bobby.

Luke started to read the beginning of the song“Smooth talkin, so Rockin. He’s got everything a girls wanting . . .”

“ A lovesong? really? That’s not very us. Or Y/N” Bobby said.

“I don’t think we are meant to see this” Alex said.

“come on, Keep going Luke” Reggie said eagerly.

Luke took a deep breathe and started reading the song out loud again, “He's a cutie, he plays it groovy. and I can't keep myself from doin' somethin' stupid”

“Guys I really don’t think-”

“Woah! Wait a minute guys listen to this” Luke said, “He's lightnin', sparks are flyin' Everywhere I go he's always on my mind and I'm goin' crazy about him lately And I can't help myself from how my heart is racin' Think I'm really diggin' on his vibe He really blows me away”

“Yea Guys were definitely aren't ment to to see this” Alex said

As Alex spoke Luke eyes went wide and he dropped the notebook on the table.

“What? what is it” Reggie asked. He walked over to where luke was standing and he pointed to the words, “guitar cutie”

“Guit-guitar cutie?” Reggie said in shock.

Alex popped up from his chair and went over to reggie, “Guitar cutie?”

Luke looked up at the boys and point to his guitar that was strapped around his neck and then to himself, “Guitar cutie”

“Y/N likes Luke?” Bobby said

“I guess! who else would be guitar cutie?” Luke said

“um I don’t know. me?” Bobby said.

“No she has taste” Reggie said without stuttering.

“Who has taste?”

The boys all screamed when they saw you walk in with a water for each of them.

“What are you looking at?” you ask them, your voice filled concern. Alex tried to hide the book but Luke took it out of his hands. “Guitar cutie?” he asked you.

Oh no

“Wh-what?” you asked

“Your song that you wrote. 'Guitar Cutie's, is that- is that me?" Luke asked you

"You had no right to go through my stuff Luke!" You said. Your voice was mix of rage and embarrassment. "I don't just flip through your song book without asking!

"I'm sorry Y/N we were just trying to find a new sing for the gig tomorrow. It was the first one we saw. We're so sorry"

You were on the verge of tears,"You all saw the song?" You didn't want to right.

"We all saw the song Y/N" Reggie said with his hand on the back of his neck.

"But Y/N" Alex said. "If you need to talk to us, or well um . . . Luke we can go"

"It's not about him!" you said

"I knew it!" Bobby said with confidence

You walled away from Luke with daggers in your eyes and stormed over to Bobby. "And don't flatter yourself Bobby because it sure as hell not about you either" You yelled at him. "You don't know shit Bobby!" Your turned to look at the rest of them "Clearly none of you do"

You turned around and ripped your book out of Luke's hands. You held the book to your chest as tears started to roll down your cheek as you walked out of the garage.

"Oh we really messed up this time" Alex said.

"Wait" Bobby said. "If it's not about Me-"

"Or me" Like said.

"It's clearly not me" Alex said.

"Then who is it?" Bobby asked.

All of the boys were looking around the room at each other. And then, a light bulb went off and Reggie's eye went wide with the realization.

"I play bass" he simply said.

It finally dawned on the boys. "You're guitar cute!?" They shouted together.

Reggie grabbed his leather jacket off the couch along with your bag. "I gotta go" Reggie said running out the door.

It took a little while, but Reggie finally found you on the beach near your house. He saw you sitting close to the water with your feet in the ocean. You had your head down in your hands. As sad as you were Reggie couldn't help but be filled with happiness and pride at the thought that you like him back.

Reggie always liked you. Whenever his parents were fighting, he would go straight to your house. You never interrogated him like the rest of the boys did. If he wanted to talk, you'd talk with him about what happened. If not, you'd find a way to take his mind off it.

He swears when ever he hears you sing, it's like listening to angels. You have the most beautiful voice he has ever heard. He loves just sitting with you at piano as you sing and mumble to yourself as you figure out how your new song should sound like.

Not to mention, you are the most beautiful girl he knows. Inside and out. You were smart, creative, goofy and kind. But he couldn't help but want to stare into your Y/E/C eyes. He also love your hands. He loved watching how soft and delicately they moved over your piano at home or your keyboard you used in the band.

And the fact that you, his absolutely dream girl, wrote a song about him? My god he has to hear it to music.

He took his jacket off and carried it in his hand as he walked down to you on the beach. Without saying a word, he draped his jacket around your shoulders and sat down next you.

"Reggie now is not a good time" you said in your hands.

"We don't have to talk about what happened" Reggie said. "But if you are gonna call me Guitar cutie, I reserve the right to call you Piano Cutie"

You took your head away from your hands and Reggie saw how red and puffy your eyes were from crying "Reginald if you came all the way down here to make fun of me I swear to god-"

"No!" Reggie exclaimed. "I just meant, ya know. After I ask you out, if your little nickname for me is going to be guitar cutie, I deserve to call you Piano Cutie. Or at least call me Bass Cutie. Cause honestly, the whole Guitar cutie thing confused the boys a lot"

"Wait. What?" You asked.

And in typical reggie fashion, he wrapped his arms around you. But his other hand went to cup your cheek and he leaned down and kissed you. Your body quickly tensed up after being able to process what was happening, your hand immediately went into Reggie's hair and pulled him closer. Your noses were pushed together by how close the two of you were. Your hand moved from his hair to his cheek as you pulled away to get some air. As you pulled away Reggie was looking at you with the most loving look in his eyes.

"Got anymore songs about me, Piano Cutie?"

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quiffsandflowercrowns · 6 years

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Summary: Dan and Phil are in the same art class, at the same table. Dan is brilliant at art and Phil’s artistic ability is nonexistent. Their teacher puts them together to help Phil pass his exam. More than a casual friendship might occur if given time....

Words: 7055

A/N: This is actually my first tumblr fic so comments are appreciated!

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For some stupid reason, it was mandatory for every pupil to take Maths, English, science, a language and an art. All the other subjects they could choose from a list. Phil was extremely excited for the subjects he had chosen, he loved science and maths- he even didn’t mind English that much, it was easy enough. There was something about getting to structure essays that made him happy. Even PE wasn’t too bad for him. Of course, school could never be fun and he was forced to take art, which, unfortunately for him was the subject he sucked at most. His problem wasn’t that he had no creativity -he had plenty but he just couldn’t put those ideas on paper. Every time he tried it turned out wonky and pretty much the opposite of what he was going for. On his very first art lesson (before he knew he was crap at it) he had drawn a self-portrait which he was rather proud of only to have the teacher come over and ask him if it was a fruit bowl. Phil didn’t like to correct his teachers so he just nodded and stayed silent. The teacher had just given him a strained smile, instantly knowing he was definitely not a gifted artist and his relationship with her had only gone downhill. To be honest she scared him a little.

The only redeemable part of the 6 hours a week of nightmarish lessons was the company Phil had during the time. He had a friend Lily sat next to him and across from him sat a boy who had only just joined the school that year and was obviously way too cool to ever speak to Phil. He had brown curly hair that Phil wanted to run his hands through so much that it would have concerned anyone he told. He also had lovely brown eyes that made Phil blush and look away any time they made eye contact. He was very grateful that he didn’t have to sit alone at the table with the new kid otherwise he might just implode, forcing him to curl inwards into a void of shame.

Lily wouldn’t stop teasing him about liking the new boy after she had come back from the toilet during class and Phil was just staring at him with a blank expression as the boy worked away, not paying any attention to Phil. Phil had used the excuse of being tired. It was of the occasions he had had art in the morning. The excuse didn’t work, she had just laughed harder and e remembered the new boy had looked up at them and smiled. Phil had nearly exploded from blushing so hard.

“Phiiilll,” Lily nudged him, bringing Phil back to the present and out of his thoughts. He had been staring down at his work for several minutes without moving or blinking. “You’ve blacked out on me again” She laughed. Lily was one of the class favourites, even though she wasn’t the best at art. Phil could definitely understand though, Lily was unbelievably fun. She was the kind of person to make insane references at random moments and burst into songs at inappropriate moments. He had decided when they first met that she could talk more than enough for both of them. Phil was glad that he had her as a friend, even if she was the only one. He thought he should maybe stop reflecting on things he was glad for, as he might end up being eternally stuck in a thanksgiving loop, muttering to himself. He had always had questions about Thanksgiving, it being something not celebrated in England. Like why? When? He wondered if it was like Christmas. He hoped it was. That would be nice.

“When’s thanksgiving?” Phil asked suddenly. Lily looked up at him from her work then narrowed her eyes. He was surprised she was still amazed by his weirdness.

“Why would I know you weirdo.” She laughed at him again and went back to her drawing. She was drawing a charcoal portrait of Phil posing in a box. He remembered the photoshoot before she started the drawing. The box was weird and wooden, slightly more like a coffin than a box. He had scratched himself on one of the loose nails in the inside of the box and had a mini panic attack (to the amusement of Lily) about getting tetanus. Her drawing seemed to be going very well, it was really realistic and made Phil feel just a little bit jealous of her talent. He looked down at his own. He was trying to draw a teapot and cup that he had found in a cupboard in the classroom. He admired how pretty they were. They were a light iridescent pink with elegant gold trim and Phil definitely wasn’t doing them any justice. Somehow, he had made them look like deformed hot pink elephant creatures. He sighed and decided that he would have to start again. He got up and walked over to the drawer where he could find some more paper, only for him to open it and find that there was no paper left. Mrs. Michaels was busy with another student and he was too awkward to go up and ask her to find more. He reluctantly went back to his seat and sighed, glaring at his rubbish piece of art, willing it to be better without him having to do any of the work. In his peripheral vision he saw the boy across the table from him look up and take out one of his earphones.

“Do you need some paper?” He asked “I hoard it cause this place always runs out.” He pulled a piece of paper out of his folder and handed it to Phil. Phil blinked and took it. He smiled gently, too afraid to look directly at him.

“Thanks.” He mumbled. The boy grinned at him, forcing Phil to look up at him. Saying that Phil was taken aback by how stunning he was would be a severe understatement. It felt as though all of the air had been pushed out of him and Phil looked down, tying to force the blush out of his cheeks. He looked over at Lily who was sitting oblivious with her headphones on.

“Also, it’s the fourth Thursday in November.” The boy said to him. Phil frowned, slightly confused.

“Thanksgiving,” He clarified, “It’s always on the fourth Thursday in November. I don’t know why. They should just make it like Christmas. Just choose one day, jeez.” Phil was a little taken aback that the mysterious boy across from him- who hung out with the crowd that liked to terrorise him- was chatting to him like they’d known each other for ages. Phil laughed.

“Thanksgiving needs to get itself together” Phil joked back. The boy smiled along with him and then looked back down at his work. Like Lily, the boy was also one of the teacher’s favourites (trust him to get stuck at the table full of talent) and Phil was as jealous of his work as he was Lilys’s although he couldn’t entirely figure out what it was from his upside-down position. The boy put his other headphone back in and Phil felt a little sad that that was the end of their conversation.

An hour of torture later and he thought he had improved his work ever so slightly and by that he meant that he was praying that his watercolour skills would be better when his “painting” was dry (it wouldn’t be). The bell rang and Phil had to resist jumping up from his seat with joy. It was break so he had 20 minutes to relax until he had to go to his next class. He stuffed all of his possessions into his backpack and laid his paintings up to dry before waiting on Lily so they could leave. The boy had already left before Phil got back to the table.

“What was that between you and him huh? Is there something new I should know about?” Lily wiggled her eyebrows at Phil. She knew about his not-so-small crush on the boy. He had come out to her a little over 3 months ago and she had taken up the role of trying to set him up with every guy she knew. It made a nice change from her trying to set him up with every single girl she knew. He pondered over why she was so obsessed with his love life. Not that it was a bad thing, he quite enjoyed having someone to giggle with when one of their crushes walked past them in the hallways. He also enjoyed being allowed to stay over at Lily’s now that their parents could be fairly certain that they weren’t going to be doing anything weird. Phil had asked once before he came out and boy was that a conversation he wished he’d never had.

They left the classroom together and walked towards the library where they had their hangout spot where they gathered at break and lunch. There was a small alcove in the back of a library where a display stand used to be. It was wide and deep enough for two people to sit in face to face. It was far away from all of the tables so they could speak about whatever they wanted, without being overheard and judged. Phil loved sitting there and was happy about spending most of his time there. They strolled through the front grounds and were forced to walk past the group of popular kids, none of whom particularly liked Lily or Phil. They heard footsteps running up to them and a group of the popular guys ran past them. Phil felt someone push him and he whipped around to frown at them when he saw who it was. It was the boy from art. He stopped running and looked at phil. The boy was slightly taller than him so Phil had to look up at him a little. His made a little mental note to himself to remember that for the future.

“Oh, sorry Phil! Didn’t mean to run into you!” He smiled at Phil as one of the other boys yelled

“Come on Dan!” The boy- who Phil now knew was named Dan ran off and re-joined the other guys, waving back at Phil as he went. Lily pulled him away and they walked towards the library.

“Well, we know his name now,” She nudged him and laughed ““Dan and Phil” has a nice ring to it doesn’t it.” She said a little too loudly for Phil’s liking. He elbowed her gently in the ribs and told her to shut up. He and Lily had just entered the library when he stopped and grabbed Lily’s arm, forcing her to stop and turn around to look at him.

“How did Dan know my name?” Phil questioned, “I didn’t know his.” Lily just looked at him and raised her eyebrows.

“Maybe he’s just more observant than you,” she answered shrugging, “not that that’s hard” she added grinning at him. Phil wasn’t stupid, he knew he wasn’t, he was just very oblivious to the things that were going on around him. He struggled to read people and sometimes the way people acted straight up confused him. He shrugged trying to let it go whist they walked into the library. He promised himself he’d be less oblivious to people and vowed that tomorrow he would start trying to make more effort to talk to Dan.

The rest of the day passed by in a bring blur and Phil had made it home just before half four, excited to sit on the sofa with a bowl of cereal and a good TV show. Later that night, Phil couldn’t sleep. He was weirdly excited to talk to Dan in art tomorrow. He had it first thing and he knew that he gains some confidence when he’s tired so he was determined to stay awake as long as possible. He had watched a total of two horror movies on the small TV in his bedroom and was way too terrified to sleep. He climbed out of bed and looked int the full-length mirror on the inside of his closet. Now is the perfect time to practice some conversation starters.

“How’s it going?” He said into the mirror, nodding his head a little. Ew, he thought, no. That was just weird. He would not be using that as his opener to talk to Dan tomorrow.

“Good morning! How are you?” Nope that one was weird and formal. Phil didn’t need to seem like a creepy person. Maybe if he ran up to Dan and just started kissing him things would go better. Wait no, Phil thought that’s extremely creepy and he would probably end up getting suspended for attacking someone. Plus, he didn’t really want to end up pushing Dan away, not when he had the confidence to talk to him now.

“Hiya!” He said enthusiastically. Nope that was over the top. He didn’t want to be seen as too keen. Phil was about to say another one of his sentence starters (it began with “Did you know” but the rest of the sentence was uninteresting) when his bedroom door opened. His brother Martyn came in, his hair in sticking up every direction and a scary frown on his face.

“What the hell are you doing? Shut up.” He frowned at Phil then turned and left. Phil sighed and crawled back into his bed. He considered just making his opening line up on the spot, but he was fairly sure that he would regret it. He fell asleep smiling and for once was excited for art.

The next morning, Phil woke up to the sound of him getting a bunch of texts. All of them were from Lily. Apparently, she was ill and it had nothing at all to do with the fact tat they had an English quiz today, which he had totally forgotten about. She was telling him to ask her teachers if there was any homework for her to do whilst she was off. He considered asking her why she couldn’t just email the teachers but he prided himself on being a good Samaritan so he decided he would just do it for her. He was also going to try and sneak a photo of the English quiz so when she came back she would know what the questions were, because he was just that nice.

He always walked to school with his older brother but today he was so eager to get to that first class that he abandoned him and strode off ahead (which was impressive for Phil as he was significantly shorter than Martyn). He really hoped that Martyn wouldn’t question him as he was a really awful liar and if he was asked he’d probably blurt out the truth and then he’d never hear the end of it. Luckily enough for him, his brother just assumed he was being his weird self and didn’t bother to ask. Martyn knew the answer would be stupid anyway.

Phil made it to school way earlier than he ever had before. The library wasn’t even open yet so he had to stand outside in the cold until the librarian arrived. He knew her very well and they had become close to friends in the few years Phil had been in the school. It wasn’t surprising, Phil and Lily had sat in the library everyday and sometimes when Phil had free time he eve volunteered to help the librarian put the books back. Even though she technically wasn’t a teacher, she was Phil’s favourite. She was young, only about 25 and she always wore colourful glasses and dresses with dizzying patterns. Phil admired her.

“What are you doing here so early? What mischief are you up to?” Miss Macfarlene narrowed her eyes jokingly, and Phil chuckled.

“Just wanted to get to my class early. Got to be prepared” Phil said hoping she wouldn’t ask any further questions. Of course, knowing him, he couldn’t have two bouts of luck in one day. She tilted her head to one side.

“Oooh. What class?” She asked him, unlocking the doors to the library and walking over to her desk to put her bags down. Phil followed her in.

“Um…art” He said quietly. Miss Macfarlene tilted her head. He had told her before of his hatred of the subject and so she knew that he wouldn’t normally be rushing to get to a subject he hated.

“I thought you hated art” She smiled. Phil smiled back at her weakly. He was dreading having to continue this conversation.

“I’ve got…an um…new friend…there” Miss Macfarlene grinned at him. She was proud that he was making new friends as he’d only ever had Lily and she supposed that he might be lonely sometimes when she wasn’t there. She racked her brain for who the new friend might be. She knew most of the pupils in that class, they always came to get more paper for their art (she could never figure out why the art department didn’t just order more paper). A lot of them, she couldn’t see Phil being friends with. Phil was quiet and sweet, only opening up if you get to know him, a lot of the kids in that class were loud and a little rude. They were the kind of people Phil would not associate himself with. She shrugged to herself and sat down at her desk. She felt like she knew who he was talking about but she decided not to torture him about it. Phil smiled at her again and walked to the alcove and sat down. He always felt a little lonely when Lily was off school and he had no one to talk to. He pulled out his phone and texted Lily to ask if she was alright. The reply was almost instantaneous and Lily confirmed that she was fine she was just ‘Very tired’. Phil always admired the fact that Lily’s parents were always so worried about her that she could just say that she was tired and they’d let her stay off school. Phil hadn’t had a day off from school in years. It was always ‘Go to school and see how you feel.’ Chances are, when he got to school he would feel exactly the same, if not worse but he didn’t want to disturb his mum when she was at work so he would just stick it out. He sat down in their spot and pulled out his English textbook, hoping to get some revision in before the quiz later. He knew he was going to be fine but he always felt a little bit nervous before he had to do anything like that. Phil thought he should probably talk to someone about being anxious all the time but it made little sense to him that he would have to talk to someone about not being able to talk to people. He was pondering the infinite loop of staying silent when he realised the library was now full of people, hanging out before school and talking to their friends (blatantly ignoring the keep quiet signs) and doing last minute homework. The bell rang and Phil stood up, putting his phone back in his blazer pocket, and walked swiftly out of the library towards his class.

Phil was the first one to the class so for a couple of seconds it was only him and Mrs. Michaels. She didn’t acknowledge him but waited until the majority of the class had filed in and then informed them they would continue their work on their folio pieces (it was 85% of their grade and Phil would be lucky to get 8.5%). Dan wasn’t there. Phil was sat alone at his desk, sad that he had worried himself so much and it didn’t seem to matter anyway. Phil reluctantly took his pieces of paper out of his folder and stared at it blankly. He had no idea what he was doing. He’d learnt several weeks ago that the key to getting through his art lessons was to pretend like he was hard at work and knew exactly what he was doing. He grabbed some watercolour paints from the cupboard along with a bowl of water and a palette and sat back down at his desk. He looked at the teacups again, feeling strangely motivated for one of the first times every. Maybe dan not being there was a good thing. Maybe he had been distracting him all this time. Or, Phil thought, it could just be his sleepy state making him think he was going to turn into some kind of amazing artist within a day. It was probably the latter. Phil mixed a little of the red and the white to create a lovely light pink colour. He picked up some of it with his brush and placed it gently on his page. Good start, he thought to himself, it wasn’t going absolutely horribly. The second time he went back to pick up paint he pushed it a little bit into the black and changed his lovely pink into a weird sludge brown. Phil grunted and wiped the paint off of his palette and tried to remake the pink. It didn’t work, he had made a darker shade that left weird lines in the colour next to it when added to the painting. Phil was getting tired of having to figure out what he was going to do with the nonsense over and over again and rested his head down on the table. He heard the door to the art classroom open and Mrs. Michaels said something which he didn’t hear.

“You look like your having a bit of difficulty,” someone next to Phil said. He lifted his head up and saw Dan, who had wandered into class late and was unpacking all of his things. Phil felt as though all of the air had been kicked out of him but nonetheless he smiled gently at him. Phil was really glad that he wasn’t the one who had to start the conversation as he didn’t think any of the openers he had practiced the previous night would be appropriate for a quiet art classroom.

“Yeah, it’s not going great,” Phil laughed weakly “I’m kind of artistically challenged” Great start, Phil thought, it’s going well so far.

“What’s your painting based on?” Dan asked coming and standing next to him. He looked from Phil’s painting to the teacups. Phil blushed, Dan was standing very close to him, almost leaning on Phil as he looked at the picture.

“It’s really not good it is?” Phil asked trying to hide his shame. Dan looked down at him and smiled

“Nah it’s not bad, it’s just that you don’t really seem into it. Why didn’t you paint something you liked” Dan said gently and walked back round to his side of the desk. He picked up his sketch and turned it round so Phil could see it. It was a black and white charcoal drawing of a man sitting at a piano. There was so much detail in it that Phil could even see the lines of the fingers of the man’s hands. He could practically hear the soft music that was being played.

“See,” Dan said even more gently “I love playing the piano so I chose that as my topic. That and it’s an easy thing to write an essay about for the analysis, because pianos have a lot of history for me to bullshit about.” Phil laughed. He thought about what he liked.

“I like video games I guess,” Phil paused trying to think about what else he liked. It was really hard being put in the spot like that and suddenly felt as though he had never felt joy in his life.

“And…food?” Phil narrowed his eyes hoping that his main two interests being video games and food wouldn’t make him seem too weird. Of course it would, he thought to himself, those aren’t exactly interesting hobbies. Dan smiled at him again.

“It’s great you have some things you like. Why not try doing something contemporary with them?” Phil really appreciated his help and actually considered asking him for more help but he felt as though that would be crossing some kind of line and he didn’t think he could handle having to talk to Dan all the time without completely falling in love.

“So, what’s your favourite thing to eat?” Dan asked him. Phil sat there and thought for a moment. If he could only eat one thing for the rest of his life what would it be? He smiled as he found his answer.

“I really like Haribo’s,” Phil said with a laugh. Dan grinned at him.

“You could draw gummy bears?” Dan suggested. Phil really liked that idea. He loved colours and it surely couldn’t be that hard to draw some gummy bears, right? Phil nodded and took his laptop out of his bag. He searched for a picture of some gummy bears that he could use as his inspiration. He found one and moved the laptop so Dan could see. Dan continued grinning at him.

“That one would be perfect!” Dan said enthusiastically, Phil hoped that he would be able to get a higher mark with this than he would with those stupid teacups. Phil suddenly realised he didn’t know I he was allowed to change topics after he’d already started painting the cups. Maybe Mrs. Michaels would yell at him for trying to give up so easily. Maybe this was a bad idea after all, he thought to himself. He didn’t want to start from the beginning again but he also didn’t want to get a zero on his folio piece because then he would definitely fail. It was nearly the end of November and the folio pieces had to be handed in at the beginning of January to be marked. Mrs Michaels saw Dan leaning over Phil’s work from across the room and approached their desk at a speed that was impressive for a woman who was not even five feet tall.

“What’s this gathering about?” She asked, her tone icy. Phil froze. He really didn’t want to be yelled at and he was in such a good mood this morning that this threatening to ruin it made him slightly angry. He looked up at Dan who had stayed pressed closely to him, now instead of looking at Phil’s laptop he was smiling sweetly at the teacher.

“Phil was struggling a little bit and seemed to not be enjoying what he was painting so I was helping him come up with a new idea that he might like better. Is that alright?” Dan was really good at manipulating teachers, Phil realised. Mrs. Michaels no longer looked like she was going to yell at them but she was looking softly at Dan.

“That was nice of you,” She turned to Phil and moved Dan out of the way so that she could see the screen. She smiled and nodded at Phil. “I suppose that would be nice to do. What are you thinking of using?” She asked him. Phil paused, thinking about it. He didn’t want to use more watercolours as it was the bane of his existence and it was making him physically angry. An early death was not something he was aiming for.

“I was just thinking of using coloured pencil. Its probably better than using the watercolours” He said quietly looking down at his new blank piece of paper.

“Okay but Dan I don’t really want you to help him too much, it’s meant to be a solo project. Only if you have to.” She looked suspiciously between them. Then she smiled at them and walked away at her ridiculous speed. Dan looked at Phil.

“Sorry I can’t help you more,” he said looking at Phil and biting his lip. Phil tried not to stare at his mouth for too long so as to not seem creepy but he felt as though it wasn’t entirely working. Phil shrugged and got up. For once he was excited to start drawing something.

On December 10th Phil realised that he had very little time left to finish his folio piece and, much to his disappointment, it still wasn’t going well. The entire time he wanted to ask Dan for help but he knew he had his own work to do and Phil didn’t want to disturb him. Phil was enjoying his art classes though, and him and Dan would talk every single lesson. Sometimes Dan would come and sit in the library with them, although many of his friends weren’t too happy with him hanging out with ‘losers’. It was eight days before the end of term for the Christmas holidays, and the mid-year report cards had been handed out. Phil hadn’t had the heart to open it with all the others. He knew that his brother Martyn had been given his too so there was no pretending to his parents that he didn’t have it. He had never failed a subject before and although his other results were brilliant he couldn’t shake the feeling that most of the attention would be on the harsh F in art. It was hard to compete with his older brother who was an amazing all-rounder, brilliant at sport and academics. Martyn tried to calm Phil down on the way home, after all of his friends had gone their separate ways and he was forced to talk to Phil.

“It can’t be that bad,” he said “you never normally fail things. You haven’t opened it how do you know?” Phil supposed he was right but the feeling of dread stayed. He knew in the rational part of his brain that his parents wouldn’t be angry with him but he felt ashamed that he had done so badly in a subject. Phil sniffed, he felt too old to cry over something that would probably not affect his life in the future. 16 is too old for crying he thought, but he didn’t stop. Martyn was walking slightly ahead of him and hadn’t noticed Phil sniffling to himself. Phil’s mum was out in the garden shoving a bin bag into the bin when she saw them arrive. Instantly she saw Phil’s face and frowned with concern

“Phil? What happened? Martyn, why is Phil crying?” their mum questioned them. Martyn turned around only now realising that Phil was upset. Martyn shrugged and walked inside. Phil was grateful that he let Phil tell their mum himself and that he wasn’t going to involve himself. Phil’s mum stood there, concerned and waiting for an answer. Phil didn’t answer but he opened his bag and pulled out his report card, handing it over and avoiding eye contact. His mum took it but didn’t open it.

“let’s go inside and we can open it together. Is this what you’re upset about?” His mum asked. He was glad to have a parent like her.

“Yeah,” he mumbled under his breath “please don’t be mad at me.” He followed his mum inside ad she put the kettle on and sat down across from him, still holding the unopened the report card.

“Phil I’m not going to get angry at you. If you’ve failed things then we’ll sort it out. I can speak to the teacher, we could get you a tutor if you want. Don’t worry about it” His mum was trying to be kind but he knew she would be disappointed and that was what was destroying him most. His mum opened the envelope and looked at the piece of paper. She frowned and looked from the paper to phil.

“Phil. These are really good. What were you worried about? You’ve only got one D in art which isn’t the end of the world” His mum smiled at him. He breathed a sigh of relief. His grade wasn’t terrible. He wasn’t going to be kicked out of his house or shunned forever (it was only his brain that was telling him these things).

“I got a D? I thought I had failed completely. What are the rest like?” He grabbed the piece of paper from her and looked at it. All the others were As. He smiled.

“Phil, I’m not a hundred percent happy with you nearly failing a subject. Do you have art tomorrow? You could ask your teacher what you need to do to improve and if you could get some extra help?” His mum stood up and started rustling around the kitchen, clearly finding something to prepare for dinner. Phil nodded. Though the thought of having to approach a teacher in front of the class and ask for help made him want to die a little bit on the inside, he knew that he couldn’t keep doing the subject without any help.

Phil ate his dinner, decided his homework could survive until tomorrow and sat playing crash bandicoot until he felt exhausted.

The entirety of the morning Phil was dreading having to speak to his teacher. Mrs. Michaels was a kind of mean lady who was about 50 years old and had clear favourites in class. Phil was not one of those favourites. He didn’t have art until after lunch which gave him way too much time to overthink about what might happen when he approached the teacher. The pupils in the class might whisper and think he was an idiot. Mrs. Michaels might say that the only solution would to be to drop the subject before he’s even sat the exam, which would give him the reputation of someone who has to drop out. He’d probably start crying if she yells at him.

After lunch, Phil made sure to try and get to art before anyone else so that there would be less people to embarrass himself in front of. It was just his luck though, that Mrs. Michaels was held up chatting to someone in the corridor making her the last person to arrive to class. Brilliant. She shushed the class and told them to continue working on the work they had been doing last lesson. Phil stood up and walked over to her desk, the boy across from him at his desk- who Phil had been to awkward to learn the name of -looked up for a second then looked straight back at his own work. Before Phil reached her desk Mrs. Michaels gestured for him to come over to her desk.

“Phillip, your mother phoned me this morning as she didn’t know if you would actually come and talk to me. She said you would like some help in improving your grade.” She smiled at him. Phil felt a little mortified that his mother had phoned but was grateful that she had as he didn’t have to explain to the teacher that she needed help. Phil nodded.

“Yeah. I don’t know what I can do, it’s a little last minute but I’d like to try” Phil hoped that she would come up with some magical solution that would solve all of his issues and he would pass with flying colours and little extra effort. She stood up.

“Daniel, come here please.” She shouted across the room. The other pupils in the class turned and looked from the teacher’s desk, at Phil and then over to Dan.

“I know I didn’t want you two to work together cause it’s meant to be done by yourself but I think that in order for you to pass, you need some help.” The teacher smiled at Dan as he approached. He already looked as though he knew why she has called him over. Phil was mortified. How could she have disclosed that Phil was failing to a fellow pupil? Phil scrunched up his face, feeling like he wanted to cry again.

“Yeah?” Dan asked Mrs. Michaels once he had reached the desk. He was smiling. It was such a nice smile Phil thought, he wished he could bottle it up and keep it forever. That would probably be creepy though.

“I spoke to you earlier about maybe helping Phil with his work? It’s nearly the holidays so you don’t have much time but I can get one of the janitors to let you in over the break.” She looked between them. Dan was nodding and turned to Phil.

“I’ve finished mine now anyway so I’ve plenty of spare time for you.” Dan grinned at him some more. Phil smiled weakly trying to join in on his happiness but it wasn’t quite working. They both nodded and Mrs. Michaels waved them away from her desk and went back to marking some essays that they’d probably end up never getting back. Dan put his hand on Phil’s shoulder stopping him before they got back to their desk.

“Are you okay?” Dan looked down at Phil concerned. Phil nodded, trying to smile at him but Dan saw straight through Phil’s terrible facade. Phil loved how he had to look up at Dan. He just felt safer, as unreasonable as that was. Dan raised his eyebrows at Phil, seeming to figure out why Phil was upset.

“You to have to be embarrassed of being bad at something y’know. You should see me in maths!” Dan laughed and Phil quietly joined in. He was amazed that the person who he only spoke to a few times a week could figure him out so easily. That worried him a little as he must already know that Phil has a crush on him. He had never thought about Dan being bad at something. It made him think that he might view everything through warped rose-tinted glasses, putting people with flaws and struggles up on pedestals and making them seem like they were more than he was. He grinned at Dan, properly this time, not trying to hide anything.

“Alright if you help me with art, I can help you with your maths.” Phil said, holding out his hand so Dan could shake it and it would be an official deal. Dan laughed at him and shook his hand. Sparks flew up Phil’s arm and he never wanted to let go. He wanted to just wander around holding hands with Dan forever. He let go before it became weird (it might have been a little too late for that). For a split second he thought Dan had looked sad at the loss of contact as well but he decided he was just being an idiot and moved on.

“Deal,” Dan joked “But you really have your work cut out with me. I literally can’t do any of it” Phil laughed. He loved the way Dan said “literally,” it made him sound posher than he was. Phil was tempted to joke back at him but they were standing in the middle of the classroom and he was fairly sure that the teacher was about to shout at them for dithering about.

Ten minutes later, Phil was showing Dan his awful artwork and Dan was making appreciative noises and trying to reassure him that they weren’t that bad and that there was only a few things Phil could do to improve them. Phil felt like he enjoyed being lied to in order to be comforted but in this situation, it was entirely unhelpful. Phil chuckled and swivelled on his char to face Dan who was leaning over him. Their faces were almost too close for Phil’s liking.

“Just a few things? This whole thing is a mess,” Phil gestured wildly at the array of coloured paper on his desk, all lying in disorganised places. Dan frowned and moved things around.

“See the technique on that one is nice, it’s more modern. I think you’re better at something like that,” Dan pointed to one of Phil’s most recent drawings. That one in particular was an accident, Lily had been gesturing too much during a conversation they were having and nocked a bunch of paint onto his canvas. Now that he looked at it, it didn’t seem bad at all just a little bit weird. For all the folio markers knew it was completely on purpose. Phil didn’t want to pretend to Dan that it was on purpose, he might go thinking that Phil actually had some artistic talent and this would be an easier job than previously thought.

“Yeah, but that one was an accident. Blame Lily” Phil pointed at Lily and she raised her hands in surrender then went back to drawing after she had thrown Phil a quick eyebrow raise at how close he and Dan were. Dan laughed, he threw his head back and scrunched his face up and Phil just wanted to stare at him forever.

“No such things as accidents when you’re an artist” He laughed. Phil was probably the furthest thing from an artist that you could possibly get but the sentiment meant a lot to him. Phil tried to laugh along with him. He bit his lip and frowned down at the painting. He didn’t see how it could be made better, He looked up at dan quizzically and opened his mouth to ask when the bell rang indicating that they had to go to their next period class. Dan looked at him somewhat apologetically as they hadn’t really achieved much during their time. Everyone got up to leave and Dan purposefully waited behind on Phil. He stopped him as he was leaving the classroom.

“Can I get your phone number?” Dan asked. He laughed a little at himself and continued “Just so I can contact you about your art piece”

Phil blushed. They stood there for a second then laughed again at their awkwardness.

“Ye-yeah of course,” Phil said a little too quickly. Dan took his phone out of his pocket and handed it to Phil. He put his number in quickly and smiled up at Dan before making a speedy exit to avoid anymore eye contact.

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