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xloveyouanywayx · 4 years

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Some headcanons I need to get out of my head

Bobby, Rose, and Carrie

Bobby didn’t poison the guys. He was with Rose when he learned about the passing of Luke, Alex, and Reggie and completely lost it. For a couple of years after that, he was a mess, working with a psychiatrist to get over the trauma, Rose always by his side. He obviously developed feelings for her and maybe some kind of obsession but she never returned his feelings.

After a while, inspired by her, he turned back to music but was never as in touch with his emotions as Luke had been and melodies didn’t come to him as easily as they had come to Reggie. One day he played Long Weekend for Rose and she loved it. That’s when he decided to play Sunset Curve’s songs again. She was so proud of him and how he finally seemed to be better so he didn’t tell her who had really written these songs. After a while he managed to convince himself he really had written them.

After his first album made it to the top of the charts, he had enough money to get his parents a home in Florida and to move out of the house himself. He had never gone back to the studio, it was just a place he was used to avoiding by now. The house stayed empty for a while.

Soon, he met a gorgeous model and they got engaged. Maybe it was too fast but she was beautiful and famous. And Rose had just married this photographer. They welcomed baby girls at the same time and Bobby couldn’t help but think it was a sign.

Rose and her little family were struggling though and they had talked about leaving California for good. So Bobby let them stay at his childhood home. After a little while, they were back on their feet and he sold it to them. He didn’t have any use for it anyway. Or any desire to go back.

His marriage didn’t last long and when Carrie was 5, him and her mom divorced. Poor kid didn’t really understand and he knows that she still wonders what she did wrong. He tried to reassure her, “only love, baby”, but the absence of her mother was something he could never make up for. Thankfully, Rose was around and made sure Carrie always had someone to talk to. Her and Julie became very close friends and she often came back from the Molinas with her clothes bedazzled and a huge smile on her face.

When his next couple of albums didn’t do so well, Rose tried to help and suggested he go back to his roots and think back to what made his first few hit so special. That’s when he finally admitted to never writing them. He knew she wouldn’t approve but he never imagined how upset she would get. She said that as a song writer it was the worst thing she could imagine. But he knew that she was also questioning their entire friendship and its foundations. She couldn’t help but remember their conversations about Sunset Curve and how he had lied for years. That day, she wrote him out of her life.

Carrie suffered from it at least as much as he did. It was another motherly figure walking away from her without an explanation. He was powerless and he saw her develop an unhealthy amount of resentment towards the little Julie.

When Rose got sick, he hadn’t been in her life for years but she had never really left his mind. He heard it from the school teachers who had gotten increasingly worried about Julie. He heard it from Carrie too and the amount of disdain in her voice made his stomach turn. He didn’t get to say goodbye. As much as she would hate to admit it, Carrie was affected by Rose’s passing. But now Julie had lost her mom too and, in the eyes of a wounded teenage girl, it was only fair.

He continued to write music and to support Carrie in her desire to get famous but he didn’t have Luke’s talent and she wasn’t vulnerable enough in her writing to come up with meaningful lyrics. But they had money and, in that industry, that could make up for anything.

Caleb and Willie

Willie did some questionable things during his life. He didn’t have much of a choice but he was worried he would have to pay for it once he crossed over. Caleb knew that. While he wasn’t exactly free after selling his soul to the Hollywood Ghost Club, at least now he could skate around Hollywood for fun rather than on a delivery. He had tried hard not to think about what his unfinished business could be but he thought he had an idea. And Caleb definitely knew. He had told him so and often threatened to reveal it to him and have him cross over and face judgement.

Carlos

Carlos is excited to have ghosts living in his house. He can’t see them unless they’re playing music but it’s alright. He’s taken to updating the guys on what happened over the past 25 years. None of them took 9/11 well but they were even more shaken by all the school shootings. When Julie told him the band was unable to focus for days after that conversation, he decided to stick to lighter subjects.

With Luke, he mostly talks about music. The dude doesn’t really care for anything other than rock but he when the lyrics are good he can listen to the same artist for hours without getting tired of them. Carlos does get tired of his lyric analysis quite quickly though. He’s got Julie for that. Alex is obsessed with TikTok and always manages to get some funny ones to play on Carlos’s phone. Carlos suspects that Reggie helps him with the technological aspects though because many of them feature funny animals or someone stuffing themselves with food.

After a while, he starts playing the piano again. He’s not really good at it. His mom tried to teach him but he was never really interested. But that way, he gets to talk to Reggie a lot. They sit together at the piano and he tells him about his day while they play together. He likes Reggie a lot. He always seems eager to hear about Carlos’s day and is very supportive of any shenanigan he gets himself into. Carlos never had a brother so it’s kind of nice. Reggie is glad he’s got a little brother to take care of again.

#julie and the phantoms #jatp #headcanons #i've been so obsessed #i need to get these out of my head or i'll never get anything done again in my life #i'll probably add to this later

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theydontknowaboutusimagines · 5 years

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Outside The Rain - Harry Styles Series (Part 10)

Part 9

You were back in LA because you were needed in the studio to finish the album. Your group was so close to finishing it and announcing you coming back. Everyone had already decided on a single and it was going to be released in a few days, something none of you had announced yet. It was going to be a secret drop in the middle of the night.

And you had a pop up performance in about a week, which wasn’t going to be announced until the day before the performance. The day after tomorrow you would be on set filming the music video and you couldn’t wait. The concept was going to be super fun and it still didn’t feel real that you and the girls back together again making music.

Speaking of the girls, as soon as you got back from Italy, they hounded you about what happened with Harry and you being in the same place. Daisy, of course, called it that you two would finally get together. That was something else that didn’t seem real. The fact that you were now, not only in a relationship, but happy in a relationship was something new to you.

Since Harry went back to London after Italy and you went back to LA, you two have been texting or video chatting as much as you can with the time difference and your schedules. So far everything was going great, but it was still the beginning. However, you knew you needed to stop worrying and thinking negative thoughts or else they would happen.

Once you got the details for the upcoming show, you were going to invite him out to LA for it. He knew about the new album, but that was about it. You were currently at home, cooking yourself some dinner, while going over the final details you would need for the video shoot and the photoshoot for the single cover.

You were dancing around your kitchen when you heard your iPad ringing. You turned down your music before answering it and Harry popped up on the screen.

“There you are,” he smiled. “What are you doing?”

“Hey, I’m finishing up dinner,” you said.

“I bet it’s going to be delicious,” he said.

“It better be,” you laughed. “I’m starving.”

“How’s everything going with the album?” He asked.

“It’s going,” you said. “We’re about one or two songs from being finished with it. We’re filming the music video for the single in two days and tomorrow we’re doing the single cover.”

“And I still can’t hear the song?” He groaned.

“Nope! You’re going to hear it the same time as everywhere else,” you smirked.

“And here I thought hearing your music first would be a perk to being your boyfriend,” he pouted.

“Hey, I told you about the album and no one knows about that yet,” you said. “Or that we’re having an pop performance after the single is released.”

“Wait? What?” He said. “Hold up, when is this happening?”

“From now... about a week or so,” you said.

“And is this just going to be for the single or-” he asked.

“Full concert,” you said.

“And you’re just now telling me this!” he said. “I need to know these things, so I can be there!”

“Is this fanboy Harry or boyfriend Harry coming out?” You joked.

“Both,” he said.

You laughed,”It’s going to be at the Staples Center.”

“You’re gonna get me in, right?” He joked.

“I mean... I’ll try,” you smirked.

“Hey! You know you want me there,” he smirked.

“That I do,” you smiled. “We haven’t finalized a date or time yet, but we mostly just have to sign on some dotted lines.”

He nodded, “Sounds good. I’ll be booking my flight soon.”

“How’s everything going on with you?” You asked. “And isn’t it like super late over there?”

“I’d like to say super early seeing as how it’s almost 3am,” he said.

“It’s only super early if you woke up,” you pointed out. “Have you been to bed yet?”

“Nope,” he yawned. “I went out with Gemma and her boyfriend and some of our other friends. Then we all hung out here for a bit. They just left not too long ago. Since I was up, I thought’d I call my favorite girl.”

“Aww, aren’t you sweet,” you smiled putting your food onto a plate.

“But to answer your first question,” he said pushing his hair back. “Everything’s going great. I’ve got some things lined up to get the process of releasing my next album, but haven’t really picked a release date yet.”

“Woah, woah, woah,” you said. “You want to get upset with me for not letting you listen to my album, but you are also keeping your album from me.”

“Ever think it’s because you’re keeping your album from me,” he smirked.

You rolled your eyes, “Whatever.”

“You hated it when I’m right,” he smirked.

“Whatever,” you repeated taking a bite of your food.

He laughed, “As much as I love talking to you, I should probably let you go so you can eat and I can go to bed.”

“Yeah, you need to catch up on some beauty sleep,” you smirked.

“Don’t be fucking rude,” he scoffed.

“Oops,” you giggled.

“Anyway, I’ll talk to you later,” he yawned.

“Yep, I’ll send you all the details once I get them,” you said.

“Sounds good,” he said. “Night, baby.”

“Goodnight,” you smiled.

He blew you a kiss and you returned the favor before you both ended the call. You put your iPad down, turned up your music once more, and went out to your back patio to finish what was left of your dinner.

It was the day of the music video shoot and the set was everything. You all had decided on going with a retro roller-skate storyline and while it was going to be fun, it was also super hard. Everyone had spent the last few weeks learning and perfecting all the choreography on roller-skates. And yes, it was dancing on skates as well.

The set was inside a rink that had been decorated with bright neon lights, a disco ball, and tons of colors. Before hair and makeup, you each put on a pair of skates and did run-throughs on the skates, so everyone was comfortable prior to filming.

“So, what happens if one of us breaks our neck?” Daisy asked.

“Now why the fuck are you putting that out there into the universe? Like why?” you said turning a corner.

“Because we’re the same group of girls who fall at least once on stage every night and that’s not on wheels,” she defended.

“Will you shut up!” You groaned going backwards.

“I’m just saying,” she held up her hands.

“Quit saying it,” you laughed.

Once you all were comfortable with everything, you went straight to hair and makeup and changed into your first outfit of the day. When you were ready to go, you went to set and waited until the director was ready. While you were waiting, you took a some behind the scenes footage for when you would be building up to the release of the music video.

“How are you feeling about everything?” Rachel asked you.

“Great,” you smiled. “It’s amazing being back at with everyone. It’s like we never took a break.”

“I know,” she smiled. “This really feels right. I’m glad we didn’t try to do this at a different time. I don’t know if it would have been like this.”

“Me either,” you smiled wrapping your arms around her.

“Everyone on set!” The director shouted.

By the time you were on your way home, your entire body ached. You wanted nothing more than some dinner and a hot bath before you fell asleep for the next sixteen hours. It was quite late when you pulled into your driveway having been on set for more than half the day. Even though it was hard and tough on your body, you knew the end product would be amazing.

Plus, you also had fun, but you won’t be going skating for a long ass time. You opened your door and went inside. You had picked up take out on the way home, so you didn’t have to worry about cooking. You sat down on the couch, turning on the TV and started eating away. Halfway through your food, your doorbell rang.

You instantly froze wondering who it could be at this time of night. It wasn’t like it was super late, but definitely late enough for people to just drop by your house. You turned the camera on and saw nothing but a huge bouquet of flowers with legs. Now, you knew something was up.

No florist would be making midnight deliveries. It wasn’t until the person moved the the flowers a little bit that you realized it was your boyfriend. Forgetting about the ache in your legs, you quickly rushed over to the door.

“What are you doing here!?” You asked happily.

“Well, I was in the neighborhood,” he joked.

“Oh shut up!” you laughed. “Now, put the flowers down. They’re beautiful, but I really want to wrap my arms around you right now.”

He laughed walking inside, placing the flowers onto a table nearby and taking you into his arms.

“I can’t believe you’re here!�� you smiled wrapping your arms and legs around him.

He laughed placing his hands at your sides. He pressed his lips against yours and you melted in his arms. It had only been a few weeks since you last felt his lips against yours, but in that moment it felt like years.

“God, I’ve missed you,” he mumbled.

“I missed you, too,” you smiled. “What brought on this surprise visit?”

He walked over to the couch, you still in his arms and sat down, “Other than wanting to see my girlfriend after a few weeks, I wanted to be with you when you dropped your single and everything that comes after that. Especially, since I’ll be traveling for a bit after it.”

“Oooh, you’re not going to be seeing your other girlfriends are you?” You joked.

“Not a chance,” he laughed. “You’re my only angel.”

“You did not just quote your own song,” you laughed.

“Now see, wouldn’t it just be me quoting me? I did write those lyrics,” he said.

“About another girl,” you pointed out.

“Right... yeah, I fucked up didn’t I?” He laughed.

“A little bit, but I forgive you,” you laughed.

“Good,” he smiled kissed your cheek.

“Want some pizza?” You asked.

“Sure,” he nodded. “Did you just get home?”

“I did,” you said. “My entire body hurts like hell.”

“God, what did you do for the video?” He laughed.

“Let’s just say it involved skates,” you said.

“Interesting,” he said. “Any footage for me?”

“Eh, maybe later,” you smiled. “Right now I just want to finish this pizza and take a nice hot bath.”

“Do I get to join?” he asked.

“Well, that is sort of our thing,” you smirked.

“That it is,” he smirked pressing his lips against your before grabbing a slice of pizza.

Once the entire pizza was gone, you and Harry headed to your room. You went into the bathroom, turning on the water and adding in a bath bomb. You grabbed two towels and threw your hair up, so it wouldn’t get wet. Harry wrapped his arms around you from behind placing his chin on your shoulder. He kissed your neck as he pulled on the hem of your shirt and pulling it over your head.

He wrapped his arms back around you, “You’re beautiful.”

You giggled turning around in his arms, leaning up to press your lips against his. His hands moved up and down your back as he deepened the kiss. He snuck his fingers under the band of your bra before unfastening it and pulling it down your arms. You unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it down his shoulders and letting it drop to the floor.

You ran your hands over his chest, pulling on his necklace gently. He smirked picking you up and placing you on the counter of the bathroom. You wrapped your legs around his waist bringing him closer to you.

“I hate to waste water,” he whispered. “But I don’t think I can wait.”

You giggled reaching down to unbuckle his belt, “Well you better go turn off the water before we waste even more.”

He reluctantly removed himself from you to go over and turn the faucet off. Before he came back, he made a quick pit stop to his bag to grab something.

“I made sure to stock up this time,” he smirked walking back inside.

“My hero,” you joked.

“Shut up,” he laughed.

“Come here,” you giggled pulling him back down for a kiss.

A few hours later, the sunrise shined into the room. You woke up with one of Harry’s arms around you and the other was behind his head. You rolled over onto his chest and laid your hand over his heart feeling it beat beneath. You smiled to yourself knowing you could wake up next to him every morning. You knew it was still super early in the relationship to think about this, but how would you two go about moving in with the other.

Harry mostly lived in London, while you lived mostly in LA. Now, granted with your careers, you essentially could live anywhere and then travel for work if need be, but it would still be a bit decision. However, you couldn't or shouldn’t worry about that right now because that would be something you only needed to think about when the time came.

You heard Harry mumbling something causing you to giggle. You looked up at him and his eyebrows were a bit furrowed. You leaned up kissing his cheeks and the side of his mouth. Every inch you moved, your body was feeling the consequences of both the video shoot and your night with Harry. You worked your way down his neck and it was then when you felt his arms tighten around your waist.

“What are you doing?” He laughed. “Don’t you see I’m trying to sleep here?”

“Are you really complaining?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Never,” he smirked. “You can kiss me anytime.”

“Don’t mind if I do,” you smirked.

“On one condition, though,” he said.

“And what’s that?” You asked.

“One song,” he said. “Just let me hear one song. It doesn’t even have to be an entire song.”

“That’s bribery” you gasped.

“Eh,” he shrugged.

“You’re impossible,” you laughed.

“Nope, just want to hear what my girl has been working on,” he smirked.

“Fine, you’ll hear one song as soon as I hear one song,” you smirked.

“Now, that’s bribery,” he pointed out.

“Potato, potato,” you said.

“That doesn’t even fucking make sense,” he laughed.

“Whatever,” you said. “So, what’s it gonna be Styles.”

“Fine, fine, fine,” he said. “But first, breakfast. I’m starving.”

“Is that your way of telling me you want me to cook us breakfast?” You asked.

“I’ll cook,” he said rolling you over onto your back. “What are your plans today?”

“Nothing,” you laughed. “I can barely move.”

“So, Netflix and chill?” He smirked.

“Sounds perfect,” you giggled. “I’m really glad you’re here.”

“I am, too,” he smiled.

“Thank you for coming,” you smiled moving hair from his face.

“Anytime, baby,” he whispered. “Now, pancakes or waffles?”

“Waffles,” you smiled.

“Coming right up,” he smiled kissing you quickly before rolling out of bed.

You smiled to yourself as you watched him leave the room. In a little over twelve hours, your single would be dropping and your boyfriend was here with you. You couldn’t ask for anything more.

#One Direction Imagines #Harry Styles Imagines #Outside the Rain

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hanshaped · 6 years

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Intricacies Of Love

Part 2/2. I Love You, Too

[AO3 Version]

Relationship: Eleven/Mike Wheeler, Joyce Byers/Jim Hopper (very background)

Characters: Mike Wheeler, Eleven/Jane Hopper

Words: 1810

Summary: Now, however, that no one was watching them, he felt more at ease, swinging slowly to the rhythm of the song. His arms wrapped around El's waist, and he brought her closer, her breath ghosting over his face. Moments such like this one were those he treasured the most—when he was so close to her, sinking in those beautiful chocolate eyes, with no one else who could interrupt them. In those moments it felt like she was his whole world. And, well, she truly was.

—A second part of a very fluffy ficlet, and a very fluffy love confession.

(I added time frames, because there's a relatively big time jump between the two parts.) It's a teeth-rotting fluff. You have been warned! And the moment finally came :D I've been torn between which setting to choose, but I've eventully decided on the one you'll about to see ;) Heavily inspired by Ed Sheeran's Perfect (since it's so much Mileven song). And, yeah, strongly implied Jopper (I couldn't help myself) ahead! (Plus, references to Every Breath You Take and Labyrinth ;) )

Hawkins, July 1986

The last year had been even more eventful than the previous one, even though Mike had hardly believed that could be possible. But if there was anything he had learnt since that fateful week of November 1983, it was that trying to predict the future—in the end—was utterly senseless. Therefore, he had to admit that nothing had been really surprising him anymore.

Actually, he had trouble recalling how their lives had looked before Christmas of 1985, when that big peculiar group of people, who had bonded with one another while fighting monsters from another dimension, had finally felt almost like a real family, mostly because of the huge Christmas Party at the Byers'. Mike still had no idea how so many people could have fit into such a small house for it still not to feel too crowded. Counting the number of people who had showed up had come out to be a very difficult task, and he had quickly gave up.

Somehow, with a few more tables and a majority of furniture moved away from the living room, all of the guest had sit together, eating, chatting, and exchanging gifts. It had been a really pleasant evening, and, as it had turned out, it had held quite a few surprises, one of them being an official shift in Mrs. Byers and Chief's relationship. It hadn't been unexpected (truthfully, it'd been longed-for), but everyone had still been amazed by the two of them so openly showing each other affection.

Besides, it had proved to bring many groundbreaking changes to their lives. Hopper and El had practically been living with the Byers for the last few months (or at least spending the vast majority of time there), and with Jonathan leaving for NYU in the fall, their moving in there was certainly happening sooner than later. El herself was thrilled at the perspective of having siblings—brothers, nonetheless—and very glad to see Hopper so happy.

For her, though, that merge of their families into one hadn't been the only great shift, as the beginning of a new year had marked a start of school for her. She had been very enthusiastic, even if a little worried, and enjoyed every second of it. Despite not fitting in that well with other kids from the town, the group of her closest friends had been enough for her not to feel like an outcast. Mike knew that she relished the feeling of normalcy that accompanied going to school.

On top of that, they could finally spend more time together. Attending a majority of the same classes (Mike had suspected that Chief had had something to do with that), they had become almost inseparable at school, spending breaks with the rest of the party or just by themselves. Of course, everyone had been wondering who the new mysterious girl had been and why she had been hanging out only with the losers (well, maybe except Dustin, who was getting increasingly more popular), but Mike hardly thought about it.

Right now, however, that the summer had started, Mike and El could meet anywhere they wanted to, away from prying eyes. That one particular afternoon, they sat on the cabin's porch, talking, laughing, and listening to one of the mixtapes, which El had gotten from Jonathan, on her new radio. He had been very happy to introduce her to the “real music”, as he called it, but Mike could swear he had heard a few more Nancy-like choices on it as well. And the incredible joy on El's face when she had ripped away the wrapping paper was hard to forget (the only moment of the Christmas Party he cherished more was the exchange of gifts between just the two of them).

It was the very beginning of July and every member of the party was very excited about the summer break, especially El, since those were her first holidays ever. She was still a bit confused what all the fuss was about, but she slowly started to understand the joy of not having to go to school everyday. Furthermore, she had already told Mike about some of her summer plans, including taking him to the theater to see Labyrinth, which she was eagerly looking forward to.

Mike smiled at the thought. Last year, it had been beyond their imagination for her to just casually hang out in town with her friends. In spite of her gradually widening freedom, there had been many things she couldn't do, and her life had still been far from normal. Now, however, she was going where she wanted to (most of the time after getting Hopper's approval, but… not always) and doing whatever she wished for.

Watching her enjoying that nearly unlimited freedom was one of the most fascinating things Mike had ever done. Hadn't he known better, he would've had hard time recognising the girl sitting next to him. With her expression serene and a cheerful smile on her rosy lips, she looked just like a normal fifteen-year-old, as if she had never experienced any of the nightmares that constantly haunted her.

Her cute curly hair were significantly longer, reaching past her shoulders and jumping freely every time she was laughing. She was wearing a pretty floral dress—her own, bought specifically for her—with short sleeves and a full bottom. Nancy had told him that when El had stepped out of the dressing room that day, she had looked as brightly as though she'd been about to buy a diamond ring, not just a simple dress. Max mocked her a bit about how girly she looked, even if it was all light-hearted. In return, El didn't hesitate to point out that embracing her girly side made her feel good and Max should try it one day (a conversation usually ended up with the red head sticking out her tongue or rolling her eyes, but with a wide grin brightening her face up).

“Mike.” El's voice brought him back to reality. Apparently, he was staring at her longer than he thought. She eyed him questioningly, and for a moment he felt like he was missing something very important. “It's our song,” she declared seriously, although he could see a glint of excitement in her eyes.

And, true to her words, the first chords of Every Breath You Take by The Police filled the air around them. El was promptly on her feet, reaching a hand in his direction with a playful smile. Soon, Mike found himself being pulled into the middle of a small clearing just before the cabin, and he should have seen that coming. El was a fast learner, and it didn't apply only to reading or skating, so it hadn't taken her long to master a wide variety of dance moves alongside Dustin (they had been stealing every party they'd been to since then). Her enthusiasm for dancing, as contagious as it was, had affected him a little, but his abilities were a far cry from being in any way impressive. Despite that, he could do everything just to see her smile, and that included making a fool of himself in front of her and their friends.

Now, however, that no one was watching them, he felt more at ease, swinging slowly to the rhythm of the song. His arms wrapped around El's waist, and he brought her closer, her breath ghosting over his face. Moments such like this one were those he treasured the most—when he was so close to her, sinking in those beautiful chocolate eyes, with no one else who could interrupt them. In those moments it felt like she was his whole world. And, well, she truly was.

“I used to hate that song,” Mike confessed casually when the first refrain began.

El tilted her head to the side, looking at him curiously, with her brows a bit furrowed. He guessed that he had caught her off guard with that statement.

“I mean, if you listen closely to the lyrics, it's… creepy,” he explained cautiously, trying to find proper words.

“I know,” she admitted lightly, a small smirk adorning her lips. “But now it is your favourite,” she said a bit mockingly, with a knowing look, her tone playful.

“One of my favourites,” he corrected her pointedly, even though part of him knew all too well that she was essentially right. Not that he would ever admit it to the rest of the party, of course.

El just smiled broadly in response, obviously not taken in by his denial, and went back to swaying to the music, her arms thrown around his neck. Her fingers played with a few strands of his hair, but he didn't mind (it was actually really soothing if he was to be honest with himself). With her eyes almost closed and a relaxed smile, she looked like an angel. Mike couldn't believe that such a wonderful creature would ever love a loser like him. She was perfect, and in spite of it she had chosen him of all great people around them.

He had no idea what had gotten into him, but words left his throat before any doubting thoughts could stop them. “I love you, El.” His voice was so quiet, that wasn't she so close she wouldn't have heard him at all.

But she had. Her face immediately brightened up, and Mike could swear he had never seen anyone looking at someone else with as much affection as she did. He was overwhelmed both by her reaction and by his own words. Although he thought he was about to panic, somehow what he actually felt was complete calmness, filling his heart. As if he had finally understood something, all doubts that he had ever had now forgotten.

Mike couldn't stop a vibrant smile from spreading on his lips, his eyes stinging slightly, as tears of pure joy slowly started to gather in their corners. “I love you, too,” he repeated, louder this time, completely mesmerised by her eyes.

El chuckled warm-heartedly, her cheeks reddening slightly, but she hold his gaze. “I know,” she reaffirmed, smiling knowingly.

It couldn't be more than a few seconds, even if they felt like hours, before she leaned in and kissed him sweetly. He was quick to return the kiss, still amazed by what had just happened. It had been one of many intimate moments they had shared over the last year and a half, so what had made him say that now?

Even though that question bugged him, he couldn't care less about the answer at the moment. Having that incredible girl in his arms, he felt like everything was falling into place. With his heart racing, but so amazingly light, he didn't want to waste even a split second to overthink it.

So, yeah, I know, I've written so much about that fateful Christmas Party that I guess I should write a separate story about it. But, don't you worry, this is exactly what I'm going to do. However, you will have to way for it until Christmas ;P

#stranger things #stranger things fanfic #eleven #jane hopper #mike wheeler #mileven #fluff #teeth-rotting fluff #very fluffy fluff #my fanfiction #the unbreakable promise series

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kendracs · 7 years

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Kaleidoscopic colors

A/N: Welcome to read the most bizarre two shot my bored mind could come up with. So before you guys start to read let me tell you something.

For one you can take this as canon divergence, an Au because I made no specification in this (Also I`m not sure myself jeje). Also I`m not very good writing romance or fluff, I`m more a horror/suspense/angst/mystery (and smut, but don`t worry not for this fandom) kinda writer. So don`t expect so much fluffy scenes for this.

Lastly my English is soooo rusty, dude I haven`t write in English since like five ago years or so, which means that you may find some grammar and misspelling errors. Please be patient and don`t give tomatoes yeah?

SO here we go.

Summary: When she was a child she often thought that when she would grow up she would love in red. But she didn`t. Instead she loved in kaleidoscopic colors. Because Matteo had all colors and none in specific.

But now she loves him in black.

.x▬▬▬▬[» Kaleidoscopic colors «]▬▬▬▬ ×. -»Chapter1: Bones«-

Luna smiles at everyone and everything as she skates. The rink of the Jam&Roller is full of people and colors, and the beating of the music is pumping in her veins.

She lives a life in colors, she always has. Her clothes are colorful, her mind work with colors that feeds her resourcefulness and even emotions have their own colors for her.

White is the color of belief, of purity and hope. With is the color she associate with her parents. Always pushing her to be the better version of herself, always holding her with sweet patience when she falls.

Orange is a bright color, Luna often thinks of beautiful thing when this color is involved. While not her favorite color, she still associate it with friendship. The guys of the roller band, Ramiro or Jim and Yam and their encouraging way of say thing when she is down.

Though, Luna guesses that if Jim and Yam had to pick a color to describe the friendship with each other they would pick yellow, because that is the color of the sun and the color you should give to your best friend, that friend that makes your day bright and sunny. Or so Luna guesses since she never had a female best friend so she can only speculate.

Blue is Simon’s color, because he bring clarity when her head is a mess, which is quite often, and is also a color that reminds her of tolerance a quality Simon shows her more often than not. Also because that`s the color of paint that Luna had spilled on Simon the first time they had met, so long ago. Blue is the reason they met thus forever his color.

Purple is the color of elegance, power, ambition and luxury. That´s Ámbar in all her glory and in all the shades that color have. Because that`s Ambar, so overpowering that no one more can have that color. Delfi and Jazmin don`t belong with that color.

Green brings memories of jealousy. Luna doesn`t wear green colored clothes anymore because when she see that color she recalls a time when the boy she loves was with other girls.

First was Ambar, and at the time Luna didn`t have any right to feel like that because they didn`t had a relationship. At the time Ambar and Matteo were a thing but so were Luna and Simon. So at the time there was no space for green.

But the past year was a carousel of colors and she recalls green more often than she would like to. There was this girl, Ava, and for a time it looked like Matteo really cared her. She was funny and a little clumsy and so very pretty, Luna wanted to believe that he had been attracted to her because the similarities the other girl shared with herself. At the time Matteo was healing from this head injury and consequential amnesia he got after saving her from being hit by a car.

At the time Luna had been jealous, oh so jealous, but also hurt. So yes, no green for Luna because it was not a good color for her.

Red was the color of love, of anger; one of Luna`s favorite colors and also the one she hated the most. Anger and love were such a messy emotions.

When she was a child she often thought that when she would grow up she would love in red. But she didn`t.

Instead she loved in kaleidoscopic colors. Because Matteo had all colors and none in specific. Often shifting between one to another when she needed him to but also keeping some undertones a constant. Bringing all different shades to her life and showing her combinations she could have never discovered on her own.

Always fresh and innovating.

And he had been hers.

For a while.

Matteo`s presence had that thing she could never put her finger on, he demanded attention and commanded respect, and when he had crashed- because he was the one who crashed onto her, not the other way around, he could fight her all he wanted she wasn`t changing her mind in this matter- on her life he had stolen all the colors of her life and made them his, leaving fading shades behind.

So when he was gone onto college -to Italy? America? He hadn`t told her- She was left behind without colors in her life.

But she still loved him.

She loved him in black.

-» «-

It`s Open Music day and Gaston is looking at her again. She can feel his stare in the back of her head as she is animatedly chatting with Simon about the performances while he is making Smoothies and cleaning the bar.

Gaston and Luna were never close friends. He was funny and when she and Matteo were an item he often cracked silly jokes at her name expenses. They both shared a weird sense of humor, which left them breathless with laughter and Matteo giving them exasperated, and secretly amused, looks.

Gaston, however, is a blur in her mind, when she thinks about him Luna knows he should be associated with something else, with someone else, like he is a half of a whole and there something that she should remember, something that belongs by his side.

Luna also knows that that something that makes Gaston whole is something that it was hers too. A cold feeling sets in her stomach every time she think of this, but that feeling goes as soon as it comes. It goes with memories she know she should have but are gone before curiosity pricks her and lets her dwells on what it is.

So she forget about this as she lose herself in Jim and Yam lyrics and dance moves.

-» «-

“Can we talk?” Luna turns around and there is Gaston with his hands on his pockets.

She is pretty sure they hadn`t talked since Matteo said goodbye to the both of them in the airport.

Luna also knows that they had something that should have keep them somehow united. Something more than just Matteo. But then again she can`t point what that is.

She should, however, realized that something was wrong with him. For one, the fact that he keep coming to the J&R even when all the guys that graduated with him didn`t show up nearly as often as they did once upon a time. Ramiro being the exception since he did have a reason to come, this reason being Yam of course.

Luna doesn`t like to dwell too much on this because that makes her think how empty the rink looks without Ambar kicking cones, Matteo making high-level tricks on his skates or how she actually misses Jazmin annoying the crap out of everyone with her tablet and obnoxious behavior–and amusing them while doing it at the same time- and looking at Pedro without Delfi is certainly weird.

“Yeah, sure”

Luna smiles at him hoping that he returns the gesture. He doesn`t.

There is that feeling again, like an emptiness in the pit of her stomach and a sudden coldness creeping through her limbs to her fingertips, numbing her whole body.

Luna realize that this feeling intensify when she is near him.

“Do you know anyone called Nina?” He blurts out once they are sitting on one of the tables.

His question makes her freeze.

That name.

That name…

It`s like a dream, she can almost picture a laugh soft as bells without a face or a shape. But it feels more like a washed out picture with such a pale shade of colors that the shapes are faded and blurred. Luna knows something is off.

Apparently this shows in her face because Gaston is on her case in less than a second “Please, I know you do. I just… Have this… this feeling that you know her too. That I´m not making this up. It`s like… I forgot something important… something that hurts. And when I try to look back to figure out what it is, everything is, like blurry. Like there is mist in my memories… And yesterday I found this name Nina written in the side of one of my books and I know, I just know that this emptiness, it have to do with her. For some reason I think you can help me with this”

For a moment Luna is taken aback, this is the first time, since she knows him, that Gaston look almost suppliant.

“I, I`m sorry Gastón I don`t know how to help” At his crestfallen expression she adds “That name do sound familiar, but… ” She shrug helplessly.

“Aw, come on Luna, you really don`t know nothing about her? I`m a step away from a mental asylum”

She knows he is trying to light up the mood, trying to pass that last statement as a joke but the bags under his eyes and the way his smile doesn`t quite reach his eyes tells her otherwise.

“More than you were before? I find that hard to believe”

He cracks a true smile this time “Oh, why so mean? I don`t remember you being so mean, I think it`s because the moon is entering a phase of full – cof of herself cof- moon”

After laughing lightly she interjects more seriously “Anyway, You know? Sometimes the things I dream, they, I don`t know, they come true. I know it´s kinda crazy but it happened that I dream something at night and then the same thing it`s there, you know, when I`m awake”

“Hey! Slow down with the ramble. I think I get what you mean, but what does that have to do with anything?”

Luna can see the skepticism in his eyes, but also there is an undertone weightiness in his semblance, like he is so desperate that he drinks on her words for anything that can help him. Yet she can`t help but feeling that there is someone who would have believed without batting an eyelash, and give input without a hint of mockery.

“Well, what I`m trying to say is that sometimes some weird, inexplicable things happen. That doesn`t mean that they aren`t true, it just mean you just have to believe harder in them… And I`m here if you need me”

When Gastón face lights up she knows she had said the right thing.

They end up talking for hours. And for a moment her world is not as black because Gastón is not only a part that Matteo also left behind –Like her- but he, as well, is a piece of a puzzle that Luna needs to make sense of.

They never, not even once talk about Matteo.

Luna doesn`t know if being grateful or bitter for this.

-» «-

Her room in the Benson mansion is one of her favorite places in the entire world. Is colorful, cozy and it`s hers.

Is also the place in the whole world where she can hide and forget about everything that has transpire the past year.

About the Sol Benson thing.

Her biological grandfather demise.

The battle for her custody.

Slowly losing Matteo until he wasn`t hers anymore.

Things that hurt but are too far away to be changed. And God knows she craves to changes so much, at this point she looks back and realizes that she did made so many mistakes.

But can someone truly blame her? She lost her identity, she was pushed to accept thing she couldn`t grasp her head around and take back a life she had forgotten and wasn`t sure she wanted to belong in anymore.

At some point she had even hurt Ambar, Luna had stepped on her because she was the biological Benson not the blond. Afterward she had been so shameful about it and no apology could drown completely that awful feeling of disgust for what she had done. She wasn´t even sure if Ambar ever truly forgiver.

She had pushed Matteo so hard, so far that when she had tried to reach for him he was only wind in her hands, fleeing through her fingertips.

Maybe that was the reason they both had decide to go so far away from her.

Indeed, Sol Benson had betrayed every conviction Luna Valente had always stood for.

Luna Valente found strength in her family and friends. Sol Benson pushed everything away.

Luna Valente found happiness in helping others and fight for her own dreams. Sol Benson didn`t know what her dreams were and didn`t know where to search for a pounce of happiness.

Sol Benson was the lost part of Luna Valente, and also the part that made her lose herself. It was a part she couldn`t part with but also couldn`t find peace with.

Even when things had calmed down, she was still struggling whit herself.

It didn`t help that she didn`t have a Jim to her Yam, or that Matteo had left her behind, or Simon was now famous and didn`t have as much time for her as both of them would have want to, even Ambar was off to college which meant all Sharon Benson`s expectations and pressure were now in her.

Luna Valente was still breaking under the pressure her new name had brought her.

And she feels lonely.

Yet she smiles, because a part of her want to believe that everything is going to be fine eventually, however another part of her…

Another part of her still lives in black and white and gray.

“Hey Luna! Monica told me to come here to pick you up for dinner, since you weren`t answering to her calling”

Luna snaps her head and finds Tino leaning on the door. A happy, blissfully smile touching his lips.

“Really? She was calling. I didn`t hear”

“Tino! Why are you taking so long? Monica don`t let me eat anything until Luna goes down to dinner. Oh! Hi Luna”

“Hey Cato, sorry for making you wait. Let`s go down”

“Oh! By the way we have something for you”

“Oh yeah we do!” Interjects Tino bouncing a little bit.

Luna waits for him to go on. But eventually decide that ask is the best option with these two.

“So?”

“So what? What are we still doing here? I`m hungry!”

Right, that wasn`t the right to ask, was it? Not when Tina and Cato were involved.

“Wait, you said you had something for me? Can you, I don`t know, give it to me”

“O! Yeah that! You should have started with that, you can be such a confusing person Lunita”

Tino laughs “And so clueless too! You shouldn`t leave your thing everywhere you know? They can get lost“

Luna is completely at lost at this, then again she hardly understands what they are talking about half of the time.

No wait, more like, half of the half of the time. Yep that more like it.

Cato shoves Tino a little bit “What are you waiting for? Give it to her so we can go to eat!”

“Me? You have it“

“Do not”

“Do too”

“Guys! Guys!” Calls Luna a little bit exasperate.

They look at each other and shrug their shoulder, then they proceed to empty their pockets and leave a lot useless thing in her floor and the surface of her drawer. She is exasperated at this point.

However….

“Here it is” Claims Cato proudly holding a piece of crumpled paper.

“Told you so” Utters Tino accusingly.

They keep bickering with each other and Luna take the opportunity to take de folded paper from Cato`s hand.

Her name is written in pretty cursive letters, and for some reason she has the feeling that these is not the first time she seen this calligraphy. A faded memory of books with notes on the edges of the pages comes to mind, but she can`t place these memory with a face or a place. And a feeling of dread settles on her stomach with cold accuracy.

She opens the note.

There is a direction she doesn`t recognize, however is the name at the footer that leaves her frozen.

Nina.

-» «-

Luna`s nature is being impulsive, rash with her decisions and passionate with her beliefs. Never backing down once her mind is made.

This time, however, she is actually second guessing this particular decision.

She is standing in front of a massive building, the entrance is spacious and elegant, the name Padma is written above the door so she assume this is the name of this… edifice. Quite frankly this place looks like a five stars hotel.

Is a beautiful sight, nevertheless Luna can`t overlook the fact that this neighborhood looks quite… desolate. Well that`s an understatement, this zone is completely abandoned.

Luna is almost sure that she is about to be the protagonist of her own horror story. She should be turning around and running as fast as her legs can carry her. Well to be honest she should have turn around as soon as the houses began to look older and less well keeped, when less and less people were visible in the streets.

The logic part of her knows that.

But there is this feeling, a mixture of adrenaline and excitement squeezing her stomach and humming in her heart. Her head growing heavy by the minute and her sight growing dim. There is a need that settles in her being and is stronger as closer of this place she is. There is no place for logic here.

Then again, she is Luna Valente, there was really place for such a thing in the firs place?

A nice Lady waiting for her in the doorway. And this should alarm her, scare her. But she is beyond that by now.

“Welcome” She says the smile in her red lips so big that might break her face.

“Good afternoon, I came here… I mean, I have this… um…” She Sutter unsure and somewhat intimidated.

“Yes we know. Don`t worry honey, follow me” Her voice is alluring and so Luna complies without a word.

Inside this place is bright yet she feels darkness surrounding her, swallowing her and she really shouldn`t be feeling so comfortable with this sensation of being pulled.

Oh, but she does.

And there is so much people, all of them smiling a laughing and so, so happy. And the place is thriving with energy and heat. Someone presses a purple drink in her hand and when she sips the fruity beverage and the sticky sweetness settles in her tummy a galaxy explodes in front of her eyes and makes her body hum in contentment.

Dig up her bones but leave the soul alone Boy with a broken soul Heart with a gaping hole Dark twisted fantasy turned to reality Kissing death and losing my breath

…Are those lyrics trying to tell her something?

This is not alcohol –she can tell- this is magic. And works its effect in her body and mind.

Let her find a way to a better place Broken dreams and silent screams

Suddenly the deep and bottomless slum she`s been fighting to escape but falling in nonetheless is shoved from her world as a cacophony of neon lights and shiny colors comes to life around of her.

Here, her colors are back and sunnier than before and her body begins to numb and whywasIeversad?

Here she doesn`t need to learn how to unlove or how to unfeel, because she can accept that that is exactly what she`s been trying to do all this time. Because she is so hurt and she doesn`t know how to deal whit that. But not anymore

She can see in kaleidoscopic colors once again.

And the romance of sadness Beautiful dance that happened by chance Happened by chance, happened by chance

Foggy memories of a couple of lovely people –A man and a woman- smiling down at her, of a happy place with people skating and dancing and singing and of a beautiful boy with warm brown eyes and sweet smile start to wash out of her mind like a faded photo, and she want to hold on to them but they are a mirage that her finger can`t touch, they slip away until they are nothing more than haunting ghosts she can`t feel or hear anymore.

People is moving their hips at the beat of the music and their arms are throw above their heads in lose abandon.

“Come dance with me” Calls a girl. She is gorgeous, her eyes are sparking and her long brown hair dance behind her as she pulls Luna deeper into the crowd.

Luna can’t help but picture her with round glasses and as a soft smirk stretch in the other girl`s face Luna can`t stop herself of thinking that a timid smile would fit her better.

But then they are dancing and jumping and twirling around and it doesn`t matter anymore because this feels like flying, like when she is on skates dancing in the rink but this is better because she needs for nothing to fly.

She is free and she is happy.

She could get used to it. She wants to spend the eternity this way.

Lost in the pages of self made cages Life slips away and the ghosts come to play

.× ▬▬▬▬▬x.

SO no Matteo, but don`t worry next chapter will be better I swear. Also lots of Lutteo is coming (Now is his time to give us his POV).

Also the title is from the song that inspired this part. Bones from MsMr, The lyrics are the ones that Luna is hearing in the last part on this chapter.

Thoughts?

#soy luna #lutteo #luna valente #gastina #nina simonetti #gastón perida #fic #bones #mystery #horror?#nah #matteo balsano

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Chloe : Chapter 31

Here is my 31th chapter !!

I hope you’ll love it !

You can smash the door | °| or keep reading

20th December, 21:46

It was pretty late. It was holidays so Gavin let his daughter watch Anastasia she loved so much. So it was only this late when he went to the door. The little girl was asleep in her bed, her plush in her arms. He smiled, seeing Connor kiss the little forehead.

“You did great with her,” he muttered as they went out.

“I think whatever I’ll do, she’ll love it anyway,” the Android said with a smile.

“It’s right but she really hates the bitch Dave fuck so… it must be you.” Gavin took the sweet reddish lips between his. “I should say, I’m pretty seduced too.”

Connor smiled.

“You both seduced me too. I feel really good with you.”

The Human threw a little smile to him and went to the furnace to put the food in the refrigerator.

“Do you find what you want to ask to Santa?”

“I’ve idea. I wanted to take more time but Hank… Daddy said I must tell quick enough to Santa what I want because he need time to prepare it.”

“Yeah. It’s for the twenty fourth.”

“I thought it was the twenty fifth?”

“Hm… He often brought the present to the parents for the twenty fourth.”

“But is it he or… they? I saw few guys like Santa in the street. Chris Miller even said one Santa was a robber.”

“Santa asks help to a lot of people because he can’t take care of everybody at the same time. That’s why there is so much fake Santa. And some are jackass availing their status to do bad things.”

“I sound certainly stupid for you…”

“Why?” Gavin clipped the last Tupperware to put everything in the refrigerator.

“You talk to me like to Elizabeth when you explain a thing…”

“Connor…” The man looked up. “It’s just… It’s the habit. You’re so fucking smart. Even more than me.” He turned on the water to do the dishes.

“Okay.” The Android approached. “Let me do. You need to…”

“To nothing. A certain stupid and cute robot managed to send me on vacation. You, on the other hand, you worked all day. So just enjoy. Watch something on TV, read. Take time for you.”

“I like to be with you,” Connor smiled.

“Then just come put your lovely ass there!” He touched the workplan.

The boy joined him and sat on it. He was already taller than Gavin but from there, he could see him in a total different view. He liked that. He watched him do the dishes, glasses and forks or knifes. Two mugs passed too.

“What do you do with Elizabeth?”

“You know… It’s not an obligation but you can give to her a nickname. She’ll be happy.”

“I noticed you do that. And Captain Allen. And… daddy call her “Lizzie”?”

“Yeah. He knows her well.”

“Did she used to…”

“Yes. Johanna used to say her son will marry my daughter. But she was completely crazy. I’d shot the boy before he touched my kid.” He looked up to Connor whom seemed chocked. “It’s a way to talk. I didn’t want to harm Cole. He was a nice boy. Didn’t like the mother, thought. Great mom but…”

“Did she left?”

“Yeah. As I know, it wasn’t great joy between them before Cole but the boy stick them together and for a while they looked happy again? Then there was the accident and she said to Hank it was his fault. Again and again.” Gavin put a dish in the plate rack. “And then she left him.”

“I don’t get it…”

“What?” Gavin asked, putting a mug upside down with the dishes.

“Why Captain Allen left you when you had Elizabeth and why it helped the couple for Hank…”

“People are different. That’s it. For example, Hank is a better father.”

“Gavin…”

“Look the amazing son he has.” The man winked to him.

Well… he still wasn’t able to wink so it was difficult for Connor to get it as such.

“Thank you?”

“You’re welcome.” He finished with the cutlery.

“But… why do you say he’s a better father? You’re great.”

“Let’s take an example…” Gavin took a towel. “He doesn’t have problem to make ends meet. So his kid has always what he wanted.”

“What’s the problem?”

“Well, you know, less money…”

Connor bent toward him.

“No. What’s the problem?”

He caressed his cheek softly while the man looked up with towel in one hand and glass plate in the other.

“The current problem. I saw you were sad, and didn’t want me to eat… It’s not a problem for me. But you…”

“I…”

Gavin didn’t like to open his heart. Before, he thought he could count on Elijah but now he wasn’t even sure. Then he met a perfect man like David and he couldn’t compete against him. When he wanted to talk about his problems, it seemed he’ll be humiliated by his boyfriend. Not voluntarily, of course. Then he hadn’t much friends.

He was used to just shut his mouth. And he thought it was manlier to keep them for him. So he did it…

“Eliza’ wants to go to the ice rink tomorrow. And you know what… ?”

“You don’t have the money?”

“Yeah. It’s twenty stupid dollars and I don’t even have that. Well… I can have them but I won’t eat when Eliza’ will be at her dad’s. That’s seem the right thing to do?”

“You even already don’t eat… You need that eat. Why is it so expansive?”

“Because we need to rent the skates. It five dollars per person. And the price to get in… I can’t bring my daughter skate if she wants to and Dave can go skiing in the mountain. It’s awesome for him and Eliza’, of course. It’s just lame from me. In fact I’m just so dumb… I’m crumbled because of the debts, so much debts, and I just contracted more.”

“Why?”

“Because… it’s nothing. You don’t need to care about that. It’s just… Maybe I should take a second job since Fowler doesn’t want me to work more.”

“Does the holidays are paid?”

“We’ll know at the end of the month,” Gavin replied as he tidied the dishes.

As he talked, he was drying everything, mechanically. It seemed he never had dishwasher but it wasn’t a problem.

“Do you think you can live like that?”

“Yeah… I just want my daughter to be happy… It seems difficult. I don’t have nice stuff, a lot of money…”

“But you pass time with her and take care of her.”

“And I waited for you to push my ass on vacation. Pathetic.” Gavin sighed and closed the closet where he just put his mug. Then, he turned toward Connor and took him in his arms to put him in the floor.

However, Connor passed his arms around his shoulders.

“I don’t know you well and not since longtime. I even didn’t see Elizabeth so much but she looks happy. She loves you. She talks so much about you. She talks about Captain Allen too, of course. But she loves you.”

“Thank you… I’m only afraid that, one day, she’ll hate me or realize I have nothing to offer to her.”

“You have a lot to offer to her. And everyone.”

“You’re sweet. You don’t know life, that’s all…”

“I don’t, yes, but you make me feel things I would never without you. Even daddy can’t teach me that. I like to be on his arms but that’s not the same…”

Gavin took him softly in his arm and hugged him. The boy snuggled against him, saying a little “thank” as he smiled.

“As long as you’re ready to do things for other, no matter what, I think you have to offer.”

“Sweet.”

“You don’t think so?”

“I don’t. But that’s sweet when you say it.”

“I can’t change your mind.”

“You can’t. But you can install you in the sofa or go take a shower with me?”

“I can? We didn’t since the first time so…”

Gavin nodded slightly. He caressed his cheek and took his hand to lead him in the bathroom. They had already put clothes in the bathroom since Gavin didn’t want they disturb Elizabeth for such thing. She deserved nice and sweet dreams.

When they arrived there, Gavin started to undress. He was never uneasy when it came to the up part or even his trousers. He even smiled when Connor went against his back to kiss his shoulders, his neck and let his palms came on the tattoo.

He pressed his lips against the up of his back, following the shoulders.

“I can stay like that forever. I just want to be with you.”

Gavin took his hand on his. He caressed it softly.

“You’re so fucking sweet. How it’s even possible?”

“I don’t know. I’m me.”

Connor pressed his lips on the scapula.

“I don’t know why I deserve someone like you…”

“Huuush. Stop being pessimist. Please?”

“You’ll be happy if I smile?”

“Only if you feel it.”

Gavin turned his head toward him and looked his big brown eyes.

“Talk to me…”

“Okay. Oh! I’d like to listen to music. Can you help me to listen to music and like it? I can analyze everything but I can’t listen to music.”

“Eliza’s asleep but yes. Not tonight but soon.” Gavin took his hand and kissed it. “What do you want to listen to? Do you already know?”

“Daddy likes Jazz and Heavy Metal.”

“Punchy,” Gavin replied, kissing the palm.

Looking the arm, he could see that Connor was topless, like him. And feeling him against his legs, he could feel he hadn’t clothes there. When they didn’t play, he could undress easier, quicker.

And that sensuality was good and pleasant too.

“I’m not fond in Jazz. But I’ll listen some with you.”

“Thank you. I’d like to listen to what Hank loves. And… you.”

“I love Rock’n’Roll and I like Cyan from Kindness but not for the same reason. And the band Doves.”

“Doves that seems cute!”

“Yeah, the lyrics are less cute,” Gavin replied as he kissed his fingers.

He looked the hand, with sweet beauty spot, and smiled when he felt the kiss on his spine. He wanted to kiss him in return but couldn’t right now. Maybe he could push him to turn around? However, he had Connor’s hand on his belly, the arm squeezing slightly.

He caressed this hand, joining their finger. He felt calm with him. His lips against his warm skin were like cat’s kiss.

“In the end… you feel the cold.”

“And the warm, yes. But I’m not sure it’s useful and didn’t want to frighten you.”

“You put yourself in danger and I hate that… I’ll put the water as warm as I can. Then, we’ll cuddle under a lot of covers.”

“That seems nice! I like the cuddle.”

“What do you really like?”

Gavin kissed his wrist and let the hand of his lover travel on his chest, find the little hair he was so proud of, go to his belly and touch his abdominals. He kissed more and more that hand because he couldn’t do better.

Connor went up and pressed a kiss on his cheek.

“I like working with daddy. Make friends, but I don’t success to… I like you and Elizabeth! Then daddy, Felix and Sumo, of course. Oh! I like dogs!”

“I like cats. They don’t piss off people. ‘Please, I need to pee, make me go out.’ The cat goes on his litter and that’s finish. They can hunt. They’re smart.”

“Isn’t it the cats that push off everything from the table? And never decide if they want to go out or in?” Connor asked.

“They… do it, yes. Still, they’re better than dogs.”

“But dogs are cool. And Sumo is awesome. He’s fluffy and soft. The night, he comes to my room and we sleep together!”

Gavin looked the happy face. He had taken his other hand to caress it or kiss it and caress his cheek to. It was the second hand that roamed his chest now, finding the scars, the hump and the hollow. He was so beautiful. So precious. Innocent.

“You sleep?”

“I can sleep. Or go in stand by, if you prefer. But it’s true I just passed the night to caress him! Oh! Last night, I read the books you said to me to read. Do the Androids Dream of Electric Sheep.”

Gavin laughed and kissed his palm then his wrist while the boy continued. He even didn’t heard the “sorry” but it wasn’t useful.

“First of all, the reply is “no”. Not me in any case. Secondly, I read it in internet because it was easier. It’s easier and I can pet Sumo while I’m reading then. And finally, I really liked it. But…”

Connor pressed his forehead against Gavin’s shoulder.

“In the same time, I didn’t. It was a kind of deviant Hunter so I wasn’t very happy about that.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s nothing. It was nice. Just… as I’m a Deviant now, and deviancy seems to be good, I feel bad.”

“Just think we wouldn’t meet without that my dear plastic pet.”

Connor laughed a bit and kiss his cheek.

“Thank you.”

“This time, let’s try…”

He thought as he took both Connor’s hand in his, playing with them.

“What’s your favorite book?”

“Hard to say… Wycliffe and the Four Jack? But I like all the Wycliffe and the Dalziel and Pascoe, too. And… of course, Agatha Christie stuff.”

“They’re all Crime Novels?”

“Yup.”

“So that’s from you Elizabeth got that?” Connor laughed.

“Yep. And she’s a geek because of her dad.”

Gavin smiled to him and the Android smiled back to him but he ended up surprise. He could feel his hands going down. He could feel the fabric on his fingers…

“What do you want me to do?” Connor asked softly.

“Take it off if you want to…”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

Connor approached a little bit and kiss his shoulder softly.

“I won’t touch you there,” he swore with so much sweetness in his tone.

“Thanks…”

The Android let his hands down and took the thin fabric with it, caressing with love the strong thigh. He felt Gavin’s breath increase. Maybe it was nothing, as for his heartbeat, but he could feel it. He bent to kiss his throat and let the boxer fall on the floor. He put his hand on his belly, the other coming on his pectoral, near of the heart.

Gavin rid off everything he still has. Like the elastic that helped to keep the fake penis helping him to feel more manly. He could STP, Stand To Pee, with that and when person looked down, it was something on his pants.

But it wasn’t at him.

Since he couldn’t leave and throw the stuff in his clothes. He’ll take care of that, cleaning, tidying it, later.

“You’re beautiful,” Connor muttered gently.

“Hm…”

“Do you want to undress me?”

“Yeah?”

Gavin turned around in his arms and Connor kissed him softly.

“I can go if you n…”

“No. I want you to stay with me. You’re so sweet.”

“But you’re used to that, no?”

Gavin shook his head.

“With Captain Allen… he seems to like you very much.”

“Yeah and he liked to put his dick over there. And that was fucking humiliating.”

Connor hugged him more tightly.

“But… in the end, it’s a nice thing because you got Elizabeth, one day.”

“Na… That day we were in his fucking car, because he loves that, he has the kink he wants hey, and I asked him to fuck me in the butt. Not pleasant but better than being fuck in that stupid thing I’m forced to have and… his fucking sperm slide.”

“Why no protection?”

“My fault. I took T since one year and half, didn’t bleed for a while I… I should have asked for the condom.” Gavin lowered his head. “Of course, don’t say that to Eliza’…”

“I won’t, don’t worry. Let’s take a shower.” Connor kissed his cheek softly. “I want a really hot one. Is it possible? Or…”

“Don’t pity me!” Gavin pushed him, more gently than Connor could imagine, and lead him in the shower.

The boy smiled and kissed his lover when this one joined him. Quickly, the stream went on them.

Well… still cold for start.

21th December, 8:16

“Papa! Papa!!”

Gavin sighed. He finally fell asleep at five a.m. with Connor in his arms and he knew the Android turned off the alarm clock since he could sleep more. Well, Elizabeth wasn’t aware of that. It was so early…

“I’m awake… I’m awake. What?” he said.

“Look!”

The man rubbed his eyes and looked toward his daughter. She pointed something on the coffee table and he looked. There was skates, nice, new and exactly in the right size. For the little girl, there was an orange’s pair with white hawaiiannish flowers and for him black. And then two tickets for the ice rink.

“I’ll kill him.”

“But whyyyyy! It’s a nice present!”

Gavin frowned and got up. He needed coffee. He went to his percolator and opened the refrigerator to open it and… found it entirely filled with everything you could need.

“I’ll kill that fucking Android…”

“What?” Elizabeth asked, turning toward him.

“I’ll cook a breakfast, what do you want?”

“Connor said he bought me cereals, can I, can I”

“You saw him?”

“Yes, he left early and came back with presents and food! And covers and he even offered me game for here! I love him so muuuuuch!”

Gavin sighed. Fine he won’t kill it…

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