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ptrckjcne · 2 years

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⇨ HJERTEKNUSER

pairing: luke alvez x reader type: one shot / word count: 1.4k warnings: none, i think? timeline: overlapping the last couple of seasons -> post season 15

even the best of relationships may reach an abrupt end.

hjerteknuser (norwegian) meaning heartbreaker.

inspired by the song hjerteknuser by kaizers orchestra; i have your ring on my finger, the ring that is still blank, stating that you are my heartbreaker.

read under the cut!

Imagine the kind of relationship where everything was alright. Every fight would end in a make-up kiss, a hug and a “I’m sorry, you know I love you, right.” It’s quite surreal, but for you and Luke, it has been like that. It had been this way for years, actually, and even during the worst of days for Luke in the fugitive task force, there hadn’t been a single ounce of doubt regarding your relationship. You loved him. He loved you. Nothing was going to come between you, ever.

The apartment you shared, a former industrial loft with large windows, had been your home; the sofa you had bought together, falling into a fit of laughter as you had spent a whole day just testing sofas, being the centre of the room. By its side stood the table with your vintage record player, the one you had kept in mint condition after inheriting it from your grandparents. Luke had adored it, and while the collection of vinyls grew whenever either one of you had the chance to buy a new one, it was always the same album that was played; the gentle music of an instrumental album echoing off the walls in your home as Luke hugged you close, pressing his face into the crook of your neck. He would love it as you hummed along to the music, a smile curling the corners of your lips upwards as it turned into the background music of your everyday life.

He had proposed to you on the anniversary date of your 6th anniversary, a cheesy proposal with a whole speech planned – though the highlight of the night was how he accidentally dropped the ring into his bowl of pasta, his cheeks a burning red as he fished it out with his fork and had to call the waiter to your table to get some assistance in cleaning it off. For the wedding itself, you had eloped, Luke briefly mentioning it to his boss, before the two of you found yourself at the town hall, finalising your marriage without a single ounce of hesitation.

Luke wasn’t foreign to the thought of curling up next to you on the sofa, his head in your lap as your hand carded through his hair, toying each curl free from the product he used to keep them in place, nails scratching gently along his scalp as you soothed him to sleep. During the weekends he didn’t work, you would spend long hours in the kitchen, laughing and sharing kisses as you worked on dinner, some extravagant meal that Luke demanded he cooked for you, doing what he could for it to make up for his crazy work hours.

Time and time again you would try to tell him it didn’t matter; what was important to you was the fact that he had a job he enjoyed, and even though he loved his work with the fugitive task force, he had seemed so much more at ease when he had been offered the position within the Behavioural Analysis Unit. His work was still crazy, if possible even crazier than it had previously, but he enjoyed it – even after having to do things you knew he deep down hated. However, you started feeling the pressure of his work.

Luke had been in danger before, naturally, with his line of work. Still, there was always this peace within you, keeping you at bay and knowing that he had a team that would go to the end of the Earth if it meant bringing him home safely. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust the BAU; they all worked hard to keep each other safe, and with that also putting away some of the worst criminals one could possibly think about and imagine. Yet, the fact that he would return to the comfort of your home with bruises and cuts, sore and in pain, releasing the occasional yelp as you held him close like you had always done, you started to worry. When the reports came in that he, alongside Matt Simmons, had been abducted by a gang of criminals. When he came home, bruised and broken, he had claimed it was you who kept him going; the thought of you and the feeling of the cool metal of his wedding ring on his finger keeping him in touch with reality, keeping him adamant he needed to get home.

Little did he know, that was one of the last times he would be coming home to find you waiting for him, anxiously pacing the floor of your living room as you worried about the amount of cuts and bruises, how his shape would be reduced to that of someone who should have been hospitalised. The last time he had come home to you, he had noticed something was off; something in your stance, or the way you looked at him – but he chose to ignore it, the relief of being home within the comfort of your apartment, near you. Neither one of you had spoken about it, the obvious elephant in the room. Instead, he had uttered how happy he was to be home with you and Roxy, and you had replied with how it was good to see him at home, alive and in one piece, seemingly without cuts and bruises. There was something about your words that caused an ache to blossom deep within his chest, a hurt he hadn’t experienced previously in your relationship. However, he took a deep breath, deciding to brush it off to be worried and tired; after all, you had been waiting for him, even when he arrived late.

That next time he returned home, the apartment was quiet, apart from the sound of Roxy’s claws against the floor as she ran to greet him. The lights were turned off, your shoes were no longer in their spot by the door, and your coat had been removed from the coat rack long ago. Swallowing nervously, a muscle in his jaw ticking frequently, Luke tensed as he stepped into the apartment, Roxy on his heel as he surveyed the apartment, feeling hopeless until his eyes landed on the note on the kitchen counter.

I’m sorry.

The two words were scribbled with a shaky hand, the wedding ring you had worn since the day the two of you eloped placed neatly beside it. Luke felt weird, as if he wanted to yell out, though he simply couldn’t. Instead, he picked up your ring, needing to find a safe place for it. It was a cliché really, the way you had left, and even though no one was to blame (no one but Luke’s job, and the ever growing worry you were left with), Luke couldn’t help but blame himself. However, he wasn’t about to let anyone in on what had happened – not yet, at least. He needed time to work things out on his own, find his place in the chaos he called his life, especially now that he didn’t have his lighthouse guiding him home.

He continued wearing his wedding ring, not even once thinking about removing it from his finger. Whenever he was asked questions about you, about your life together, he faked it, though kept his head cool, calm and collected, making sure he never told two different stories. He picked up habits that no one seemed to notice; nervously plucking at his stubble, twisting the ring on his finger, not failing to notice how the cool metal got twisted around so much it felt warm against his skin. Yet, no one seemed to notice – not even when he showed up to work, a faint smell of whisky from his shirt, and for once, Luke found it better that he could sink into the background, that people seemed to mind their own business.

The ring on his finger was no longer a symbol of a faithful marriage, a promise he had made to a person he loved dearly. It had become a symbol of a white lie, a cover story he was unsure of how long he could keep up. For a while, during your marriage, he had thought about getting it engraved, some cheesy word describing his love for you, accompanied by your name. Instead, it had remained blank, nothing but scratches covering its surface, now the symbol of a heartbreak rather than a love.

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coyote-nebula · 2 years

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1, 15, and 20 👀👀

from this ask game

ah yes, good choices :)

1- a cryptid's cryptid Battinson & Cassandra Cain-- Bruce thinks he's seeing things. Specifically, a creepy little girl that always vaporizes before he can catch her. Cass is about 9 and has just run away from Cain after murdering her first (and last) target. I'm gonna drop a good chunk of Bruce & Alfred pertaining to this below the cut... 15- drop Bruce and Clark-- After an intense off-world mission, Bruce attends a fancy new year's party and finds Clark there, making little attempt to pretend he's not there to babysit. This turns out to be for the best, because Bruce's ptsd doesn't distinguish much between fireworks and alien bombshells. 20- men & coyotes (borrows vibes from the Red Sahan album) The misadventures of Red Hood, aspiring slumlord (and how he accidentally becomes Crime Alley’s favorite landlord instead) This one can be considered part of Minefield, before Jason is on good terms with the family. Basically, he buys this crappy apartment building, thinking he's going to make it his Secret HQ. The location is perfect, the facade is unsuspecting, it has very convenient tie-ins to the sewers and a separate garage/utility building-- the only problem is, it still has tenants. He'd love to pay them off or secure them somewhere else to live but he's newly on the lam from Blackgate and he's strapped for cash-- even crappy apartment buildings aren't cheap. But this isn't the only bargain bin place in Crime Alley to go. And how hard can it be, to... encourage the tenants to leave on their own? It turns out... really hard. Part of his master plan is to move in and be the worst neighbor imaginable... but that derails the first time he sees that decrepit old man with COPD in 209 drop a bagful of canned goods down the stairs, and he can't just leave, so he sits the guy down and gathers them all up; the single mom in 113 witnesses this and before Jason knows it he's the night babysitter for her kids so she can work her night job (after being made to swear on his life not to tell the kids what her night job is); the ex-army nurse in 303 with a drinking problem patches him up that night he comes in ripped to shreds... he ends up helping the battered wife in 100 cover up murdering her husband while dodging Nightwing, who is really picking an inconvenient time to be a friendly neighborhood brother.

↓ 1k of Alfred taking care of Bruce from the cryptid wip ↓

Suddenly Bruce realized that Alfred would pry everything out of him if he stayed another minute. He’d know Bruce was losing his mind, know he might have already lost it.

“I’m going to bed,” Bruce said, standing abruptly.

The kitchen wavered and he found himself leaning into the table, listening to the ringing and muffled words in his ears.

Pressure on his shoulders… bars braced against his back…

Alfred was very close to his face. Bruce read his lips until the sounds started making sense again. “Were you hurt last night?”

Bruce swallowed and shook his head, feeling thick and prickling with cold sweat.

Alfred studied him skeptically, mouth tight with concern. “Don’t give me technicalities. Are you hurt?”

“No,” he breathed.

“You’re nonetheless in a state,” Alfred muttered. His hand cupped Bruce’s forehead for a moment before relocating it to his shoulder. “Where have you been, then? What’s happened?”

“Hospital.”

Alfred’s eyebrows drew together. “Hospital,” he repeated, tone clipped. “Bruce, if I am to discover you passed out from a premature emergency room discharge in an hour, I wish you’d tell me now.”

Bruce shook his head. “The archives,” he rasped. “But all the paper files… there was a fire. What’s on the server is all there is. There’s nothing else.”

Alfred studied him critically. “You’ve been up all night, then. Scouring their database.”

Bruce nodded.

Alfred closed his eyes for a moment. He nodded once.

He only realized Alfred’s hand was on his chest, pushing him firmly against the back of his chair, when he slowly retracted it and stood from where he was kneeling with a wince.

“Don’t move,” he said firmly. “I’ll be right back.”

Bruce leaned forward to rest his eyes in the heels of his hands and listened to the refrigerator suck open and closed, a wood cabinet knocking shut.

The inevitable glass slid up to his elbow contained, less inevitably, the grape juice he’d passed over earlier. He frowned at it.

“With every glass of orange juice going untouched this week, there seemed little point in getting more,” Alfred remarked, pulling his chair closer to Bruce before sitting stiffly. “Drink.”

Bruce watched Alfred absently rub his bad leg and picked up the glass. Alfred’s hand hovered below it, as if he might lose strength and drop it.

The sugar made his teeth ache. “Sorry. For your knee.”

Alfred sighed. “Nevermind. Better my knee than your head. Do the hospital records have to do with that murder case?”

He swallowed, throat dry with long silence. “…Did Mom have hallucinations?”

Bruce felt Alfred’s attention even while he studied the scattered crumbs.

“The records are gone,” he added quietly.

A long moment passed before Alfred put his tablet aside and turned slowly to face Bruce more fully. “Not as far as I’m aware,” he said. “Though I’m afraid I didn’t learn many details about her hospital visits… that was before my time.”

Bruce closed his eyes, something hard and black coiling in his chest.

“…Are you hallucinating?” Alfred asked.

He regretted filling his mouth with futile questions instead of muting it with a scone.

Alfred waited.

“I don’t know.”

“Alright,” Alfred said gently. “For how long?”

“A week.” The underside of his chair seat was unpolished; splinters crowded under his fingernails. “Since Theodore Mendel’s murder.”

“What exactly are you seeing?”

“…Shadows. A presence.” He hesitated. “A little girl.”

Alfred nodded slowly. “You’ve checked the footage?”

“Inconclusive.”

“Have you come in contact with something?”

Bruce looked up sharply, the brush of the girl’s hair across his jaw.

Alfred frowned back at him. “Poisons? Toxic fumes of some kind?… Drugs?”

“I ran tests,” he said. “They were negative… but I’m not sure I…”

“Trust yourself?” Alfred sighed.

Bruce nodded faintly.

“That’s somewhere to start.” A board creaked as Alfred got up and stepped closer to him. “I’ll check your previous results and we’ll run them again for good measure. And then you will sleep,” he warned. “That is the easiest to rule out, and you could use it.”

Tests. Sleep. The sane oversight was reassuring, extending confidence that whatever was going on, it would soon be solved. Bruce stood and moved to step past Alfred.

Alfred leaned very slightly into his path.

His tight expression had softened. “This is hardly the worst thing that could happen. I’m glad you said something.”

It was too early to be relieved. Bruce had no answers, no confirmation either that he was seeing things or the equally disturbing possibility that he was being pursued through the night by a very small wraith.

He was relieved anyway; the tension that was holding him up retreated only to leave him sagging with exhaustion.

Alfred stepped forward in question; Bruce echoed him with a small step of his own and let himself be folded into an embrace. He folded his own arms carefully around Alfred’s back and sighed.

“You’ll be alright,” Alfred said quietly.

Feeling small, Bruce held tighter.

Alfred pulled back, put his hands on Bruce’s arms and considered him seriously. “Now. Drink that first.”

When Bruce hesitated with a bland look, Alfred raised his eyebrows.

“Think of it as a diagnostic,” he said dryly. “We will rule out thirst, starvation and sleep deprivation as causes and perhaps improve your self care habits at the same time. Go on, then. I’ll wait.”

Bruce sighed and picked up the mug of ginger tea with a pointed look before draining it. The warmth in his throat made him hoarse when he let it clap against the table again and he said, “Happy?”

“Ecstatic,” Alfred said, pressing a scone into Bruce’s hand and turning aside. “The last time I had any indication that you ingested something of nutrition was the sandwich I left out on your desk yesterday. At least, I assume it was you that took it, and not a leprechaun.”

Bruce didn’t reply.

Alfred glanced back at him, pace slowing. “…You did eat the sandwich,” he prompted sternly.

Bruce met his gaze evenly but looked away before he spoke. “I left it for the girl. Outside.”

“…Did she take it?”

Bruce shrugged. “It’s gone.”

Alfred stared at him for a moment before pointing forcefully at the untouched scone in his hand. “Eat that.”

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itsallyscorner · 3 years

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For Tom x

Pairing: Tom Holland x singer!reader

Summary: You have a surprise for Tom:)

Warnings: none, just pure teeth rotting Fluff:)

A/n: Hello my loves! This is literally a rewrite because I accidentally deleted the original version of this story on Tumblr RIGHT before I was gonna post it😭 Anyway here it is, I hope you all like it! Ally x

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look at my sunshine🥺

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Your giggles filled the hallway as you lead Tom into your makeshift studio. Since you were quarantining with him and his mates in their shared home in London, you were miles away from your crew and studio. Which, yes, made it difficult to record an entire album on your own—but it did give you the creative freedom to do whatever you pleased for the album.

The boys had their own creative outlets; for example putting together a puzzle or having a movie marathon. While you found those activities enjoyable, the inner singer in you couldn’t stop thinking of beats or coming up with lyrics in your head. You needed the studio—you needed to bring those beats and lyrics to life before you could forget them. So with the help of the houses’ tech lord himself, Harry made it possible for you to have your own little studio in the spare guest room of the house. There, you spent endless days writing and recording things like harmonies and building melodies. Little did you know that this would lead to the creation of your sixth album. Now a couple months later, your latest album is currently in its final stages and would soon be released to the world.

Tom adoringly watched your figure, which was drowned in one of his oversized jumpers, excitedly skip towards the guest room. As soon as you were both inside, you rushed to close the door and eagerly pushed him to sit on the edge of the bed.

“What have you been up to, lovey?” He teasingly asks you. He knew you were up to something, he just didn’t know if it were bad or good.

Your figure was bent over the desk where your laptop was located. Turning over your shoulder you tell him, “It’s nothing bad, I promise!” You’re met with an amused grin on his blush pink lips.

Gathering your laptop into your arms, you move to sit beside Tom on the bed. He curiously leans forward, trying to get a glance at what’s on your screen.

“Nuh uh, it’s a surprise, Thomas.” You playfully scold him and gently push his face away from your laptop. He responds with a pout against your palm before pressing a kiss onto your skin. You continue to click around on your laptop, looking through your documents for the specific file.

Meanwhile, Tom shuffles further up the bed, getting comfortable. He notices the new distance between you and him and decides that he’s unsatisfied with the additional inches. He choses to snake his arms around your waist and lifts you up, happily placing you on the empty and lonely space on his lap. Laying down on his back, he takes a moment to admire the way you look in his jumper. It was a few sizes bigger than you and stopped right above your knees. The jumper may have looked good on him, but it looked absolutely perfect on you.

“You look so cute in my jumper.” He hums, hands lazily rubbing up and down your thighs. Your nose scrunches up as you lightly slap his chest; your silent way of saying “shut up” whenever Tom would say something that made you blush.

You finally find the file you were looking for and place your laptop on your lap. You nervously glance at your screen, biting down on your lip out of habit.

“Ok, so I did something.” You started. Tom squints his eyes at you, “That sounds like the beginning of a really bad something.”

You huff, “I just told you it wasn’t anything bad! Do you want your surprise or not?”

Tom chuckles and grasps onto your thighs, “Yes—yes, sorry, keep going.”

“So you know how I’ve already finished my album?” You question him. Tom nods, staring up at you while you sit on his thighs.

“Well, I wrote a few more songs that were supposed to be on the album. But I don’t know, I felt a bit greedy and decided to keep them for myself.” You explain. Tom raises a brow at you, “Baby, you don’t have to feel guilty about keeping songs to yourself. If you don’t want to share them, you don’t have to.”

“No, it’s just that, they’re about you.” You pause, staring down at your fingers that fiddled together. “Like I wrote them specifically for you to listen to. I wanted to include them on the album, but it just didn’t feel right to share something that was meant only for you.”

You place your laptop on the bed and turn it so the screen is facing Tom.

“So...as a solution, I made you your own album.” You were too busy avoiding his stare, that you missed the twinkle in Tom’s coffee colored orbs. He carefully sits up, his arms around you getting tighter, as he pulls you closer into his chest. Tom ducks his head down to yours, nudging your nose with his to get you to look at him. When your eyes finally meet, the lopsided grin on his features grows wider.

“You made me my own album?”

“Yeah.” You shyly answer. Tom softly coos at you, cupping your face and pressing a chaste kiss onto both of your cheeks.

“You are the most precious thing in the world, sunshine, I swear.” He squishes your cheeks together and began to cover your face with butterfly like kisses. Sweet laughs erupt from you, the sounds making Tom’s heart swell.

You stuff your face in the space between his neck and shoulder, using it as a place to hide from his lips. Instead, Tom opts to lay his kisses along the side of your face, your neck, and your shoulder.

“Lemme kiss you!” He whines. You chuckle at him, finally moving away from his neck. His attention darts towards your lips more than once, prompting you to lean forward and connect them with his. Tom’s lips were soft against yours, like clouds or cushiony pillows. The kiss was short and sweet; though it didn’t prevent you from feeling the adoration and passion he felt for you in that moment. In fact, he felt it all the time, but right now, his love for you was coursing through his veins.

He finally pulls away, leaving the taste of him linger in your mouth. “Can I have a listen?” He motions his head towards your laptop beside him.

“Go ahead.” Tom’s arms unravel from your waist, the area they once occupied left cold and yearning for his warmth. He uses one of his elbows to hold himself up and the other to control the touchpad. His eyes scan the file.

For Tom x

someone like u

test drive

worst behavior

main thing

He glances at you, “I start with ‘someone like u’, right?” You reply with a quiet “mhm”.

Tom clicks on the link. The opening notes of ‘someone like u’ begin to play followed by your angelic voice. You hear him release a content sigh, making a small smile to form on your lips. His arms make their way around you again, this time holding you closer against him. He rests his head on your chest and sneakily presses a kiss onto your neck. You fondly run a hand through his curly hair and rest your chin on the top of his head, listening to the songs you’ve made for him.

The two of you listen through the album in one go with no stops. You found joy in Tom’s reactions towards every song. Sometimes he would make little comments or sounds of shock whenever he heard you hit a certain note. He nodded along to the beats of ‘test drive’ and ‘worst behavior’, dancing around in his seat and making you join him. This time, you didn’t miss the twinkle in his eyes when he listened closely to the lyrics. ‘Main thing’ got him the most, leaving him with a goofy-lovesick grin plastered onto his face.

When ‘main thing’ came to a close, the room became silent, leaving Tom enough time to process the four songs you wrote about him and the meanings behind them.

You were the first to speak, “So did you like it?” You scan his face looking for any signs of dislike.

Tom’s eyes widen, “Are you kidding me? That was bloody fantastic—that was the most amazing thing I’ve ever heard! I’m obsessed with it, oh my god!” He expressed, arms moving around as he spoke.

His face was radiating with happiness, “You are the most talented and loving woman in the world. And I honestly don’t know what I did to deserve you or your love—but I just love you so fucking much.”

“I love you so fucking much too, you dork.” You laugh, pecking his lips.

“No, but seriously, thank you so much. I know you’re used to writing songs, but the fact that you actually took the time to write songs about me means a lot. They’re just a bunch of songs, but they mean the world to me and I cherish each and every one of them.” He admits, taking one of your hands and placing it onto his heart. Your palm feels the faint rhythm of his heart beating against his chest.

You tilt your head at him, mirroring the smile on his face, “I’ll always write songs about you. You somehow manage to inspire them anyway.”

Tom smirks, “Well I am Tom Holland.” You snort and roll your eyes at his humble brag.

“You’re still a dork, Tommy.” You comment.

Tom shrugs, “I’m a special dork because I’m your dork. Therefore making me superior to the other existing dorks—there’s a difference, darling.”

“And where did you come up with this hypothesis, Mr. Holland?” You question him, playing along with his antics.

“It’s Tom’s Theory.” He answers with feign seriousness. You burst out laughing, “Oh is it?”

Tom leans down to your laptop and restarts his album. “Yes, and now Tom’s Theory, believes that we should listen to the album again until I learn all the lyrics to every single song.” He proclaims.

“Babe, you don’t have to—” Tom stops you, “I’m dead serious.”

It was going to be a long night.

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demxters · 4 years

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Falling

jj maybank x reader

request: Can you write a jj imagine based on falling by harry styles like he goes to your house and is telling you how he feels and there is flashbacks to what happened between the two of you with fluff at the end

word count: 3.0k

warnings: swearing

a/n: ok, so i got carried away with this one, but i couldn’t help it, i’m a sucker for jj maybank. anyways, this was my first song request and y’all are probably gonna hate me for saying i’ve never listened to any harry styles until this request but i loved the fine line album sm i listened to the whole album twice over while writing this.

(gif credit @rudypankows)

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I'm in my bed

And you're not here

And there's no one to blame but the drink and my wandering hands

Forget what I said

It's not what I meant

And I can't take it back

I can't unpack the baggage you left

JJ can’t sleep. He’s been laying in bed for hours, staring at the beige ceiling in his room illuminated by moonlight, the only sound he could hear being his dad’s snores and the light breeze of the Outer Banks. He couldn’t sleep because he can’t stop thinking about what you said that night. He turns on his side, gripping the sheets of his bed. He closes his eyes for a moment pretending that he’s with you, in your room where he should be. He imagines the sound of your laugh when he tells you yet another corny joke, your beautiful y/h/c hair splayed out on your pillow and your eyes crinkling in delight. But he knows he can’t face you now, not after what he said.

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“Stop saying that! How can you say that when I’ve brought you nothing but hurt? You got caught in the middle of a fight because of me! Doesn’t that say enough?” JJ’s voice echoes through your empty house as you follow him through the front door. He has one hand in his hair, the other holding a half empty beer bottle. He moved from pacing in your room to pacing on the front porch. He takes another swig of his beer, shaking his head. “All of this, all of this is bullshit.”

“JJ,” you say softly, tears filling your eyes. You slowly continue walking towards him on the porch, afraid that any sudden movements would scare him away. “I meant everything I said back there. I love you. I love you so much that it physically hurts to even look at you sometimes. Do you think that seeing you battered and bruised doesn’t make me angry? That it doesn’t make me want to storm over to your house and confront him myself? Everything I do for you is because I care.” You pause to take a breath. “As for thinking you bring me nothing but hurt? I would go through it all if it meant being with you at the end of the day.”

JJ doesn’t say anything. He just looks away from you to hide the tears that are now threatening to spill down his face.

“Because you don’t deserve to go through this alone. No one deserves to go through what you’re going through alone. I love you too much to put you through any of that by yourself. So please, JJ, just let me in.” You’re fully crying now. The apples of your cheeks are sticky and damp from all the tears.

“I need to go,” is all he says walking down your front porch steps.

“JJ!” you exclaim, grabbing his wrist to stop him from going any further.

He turns to face you. “Let me go, Y/N. Let me go and don’t even try coming after me. I don’t need this,” he says gesturing between the both of you, “right now. I don’t need any of it.”

You watch him go through tears and a tear in your heart.

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What am I now? What am I now?

What if I'm someone I don't want around?

I'm falling again, I'm falling again, I'm fallin'

What if I'm down? What if I'm out?

What if I'm someone you won't talk about?

I'm falling again, I'm falling again, I'm fallin'

JJ sits up, turning to his bedside table. 11:28, his clock reads. JJ groans, just wanting the night to be over. He meant none of the stuff he said to you that night. He was just so afraid of how fast he was falling for you that he did the only thing he knew to do, he pushed you away. JJ wanted nothing more than to go to your house right now and take you in his arms, apologizing over and over for what he said. To kiss you with all he’s got and tell you that he loves you too. But there’s a voice in the back of his head telling him that you hate him. That you hate the person he’s become. And he believes it.

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You said you care, and you missed me too

And I'm well aware I write too many songs about you

And the coffee's out at the Beachwood Cafe

And it kills me 'cause I know we've ran out of things we can say

The day after your fight with JJ, you were hesitant to join the others at the Chateau, knowing that he was going to be there as well. His words hurt, but nothing hurt more than knowing that things between you two would never be the same again. If only you weren't such an idiot and kept your feelings to yourself then you wouldn’t even be in this position in the first place. Dreading the idea of seeing JJ again you called Kie telling her that you couldn’t make it today.

“What? Why not?” she asked.

“I’m just not feeling it, s’all,” you say softly into the phone.

“Is this about JJ? Because if this is about JJ, Y/N, then I swear to god-”

You called Kiara last night and told her about what happened between you and JJ knowing she was the only one who you could talk to about it. “Yes, this is about JJ, Kie. I can’t see him right now. It just hurts too much. As much as I miss him, I can’t. I can’t put myself through that right now.”

“Ok,” Kiara says, hearing the pain in your voice. “But please call me if you need anything at all ok? I’ll drop anything the boys decide to do today if you need me.”

“Thanks Kie, love you,” you say with a sniff, wanting to cry.

“Love you. And take care of yourself, ok?”

“Ok.” You hang up the phone and bury yourself back into your covers, just wanting to disappear. You wipe your face with your shirt catching a quick whiff of its scent only to realize that it’s his. It was one of the shirts he left at your house after staying the night. The smell of weed, sunscreen, and his musky cologne fill your nose and you can’t help but cry even more.

***

At around four in the afternoon, you decide to go to Heyward’s to buy some ice cream after finding out that your mom ate it all. You change out of your sweat pants and into some jean shorts, unconsciously leaving JJ’s shirt on.

You enter Heyward’s with a small smile of content. Heyward’s always felt like a place you could take refuge in since you spent so much time there working with Pope. Heading toward the ice cream aisle, you accidentally bump into a body causing them to drop what they were holding.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” you say, picking up the pack of beer cans that fell to the floor.

“Y/N?”

Oh, god. You knew that voice. You’d recognize that voice anywhere. You look up to see him staring down at you with wide blue eyes.

You thrust the cans of beer back into his hand before ushering past him wanting to get out of there as fast as possible.

“Y/N! Wait!” JJ exclaims. “Can we just talk, please?”

You stop in your tracks. “There’s nothing to talk about,” you say, coldly. Not even turning your back to look at him you walk away.

JJ stands there, alone, wanting nothing but for you to come back. But he knows you won’t. He knows how stubborn you can be. It’s then that his worst fear comes true for he just lost the one person he cared about the most.

_______

And I get the feelin' that you'll never need me again

What am I now?

What if you're someone I just want around?

I'm fallin' again

I'm fallin'

He looks over to his bedside table to see that barely any time has passed since he last checked, the clock only reading 11:35. He can’t stop thinking about the way you didn’t even move a muscle when he last saw you at Heyward’s. That the second you knew it was him you bumped into, you acted as if you guys had never been friends at all. And he can’t blame you, if he were being honest. He’d hate him too if he were in your position. But he couldn’t take any of that back now. It’s been two weeks since the last time JJ has seen you. You didn’t want to see him, you made that much clear. You’ve been avoiding him like the plague. JJ’s talked to Kie every once in a while about how you were doing. She told him that you were slowly getting back to your regular self, eating, getting out of the house, helping Pope with the groceries and hanging out at the Chateau every once in a while. It hurt to know that you were still seeing everyone, but what did he expect? He had his chance and he ruined it. The pain was just getting too much for him to handle. He wanted you back. He wanted to be back in your presence that made him feel safe, loved and cared for. He wanted to be resting his head on your lap while you ran your hand through his hair. He just wanted you.

JJ bolts up from his bed, puts on his shoes, and is out the door in record time. He doesn’t even think twice about where his feet were taking him, knowing the route to your house like the back of his hand.

______

JJ stands at your window for a moment, unsure of whether he should even bother to knock knowing you’ve been avoiding him for two weeks straight. No, he thinks to himself, He needs you now more than ever. So he pushes all his doubts and fears aside and raps the familiar tune that you two use to let the other know that they’re there.

You sit up in your bed, immediately recognizing the knocks on your window. After two weeks of avoiding him, you couldn’t believe he was here. You hesitate for a moment, thinking if you should continue your act of ignorance or if you should let him in. You choose the latter. You’ve just missed your blonde haired boy too much.

You pull off your covers and slide open your window. You then step out of the way so JJ has room to climb in.

He just stands there staring at you from the shock that you opened the window for him, but also to take his time to admire you for he hasn’t seen you in so long. Your hair was slightly mussed and you had your arms crossed over your chest. He didn’t think anyone could look so beautiful wearing faded pajamas with a scowl on their face.

“So are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna come in?” You ask, finally breaking the silence.

JJ makes his way into the room as gracefully as he can, though he knocks his foot on the window sill and face plants right onto the floor.

It takes everything in you to not laugh or crack a smile at the sight of him face down on your floor. You quickly move to shut the window and walk back to your bed, sitting on the edge. “What are you doing here, JJ?”

“I needed to see you,” he says, getting up off the floor. “Y/N, I made the biggest mistake of my life telling you I didn’t want this.” He makes his way over to you and sits next to you on the bed. JJ’s so close that you’re sitting knee to knee and you can smell the weed on his clothes.

“JJ, I completely get if you don’t feel the same way,” you whisper. “You just really hurt me with what you said. I mean I thought I scared you off so bad that you didn’t even want to be friends anymore,” you say with a scoff.

“Y/N, that’s the thing. I do feel the same way. God, looking at you physically hurts sometimes too. Because I look at you, and it’s like time stops. Like nothing else in this world even matters. I see you and only you.”

“JJ-” you try to say, but he only shushes you and grabs your hand in his. He leans forward, placing his forehead against yours and closes his eyes.

“Please, let me finish,” he opens his eyes to look into yours as if waiting for your confirmation.

You bite your lip and slightly nod your head.

JJ takes a deep breath before closing his eyes once more. “You are the only thing that matters in this life, the only thing that keeps me from losing my shit 90% of the time,” he lets out a light laugh before continuing. “And I know I have the Pogues but it just isn’t the same when I’m with you. It’s better. With you, I feel like I could do anything, beat anything that stands in my way. You make me want to become a better person because the guy that I am right now is shit.”

You squeeze his hand, trying to silently tell him that’s not true. That he’s everything you could ever want.

He squeezes your hand back. Thank you, the action conveys. “I don’t deserve you, Y/N. You deserve someone better than me. Someone who could provide you with a life better than this one. That’s why I couldn’t believe it when you told me you loved me because how could someone like me ever be loved? My mom didn’t love me enough to stay and you already know about my dad, so why should you? So I pushed you away. I was afraid that if I let you love me I’d only lose you in the end, just like I lost everyone else.” JJ scoffs. “Some plan that was, huh? I ended up losing you anyway.” He opens his eyes to look at you and he’s a goner. The tears stream down his cheeks like a leaking faucet, no end in sight.

“Oh, JJ,” you whisper. Your heart breaks for the boy in front of you. You wanted nothing more than to love him more than anyone’s ever loved. To make him feel like he deserves to be loved, because in your eyes, how could anyone not love him? You pull him into your arms wrapping one arm around his back and using the other to press his face into the junction of your neck and shoulder. He continues to sob into your shoulder making your shirt a little damp, but you don’t care. “JJ, you never lost me,” you softly say, rubbing your hand up and down his back while running your other hand through his hair. “I will always be right here.”

JJ pulls himself from your shoulder and takes your face in his hands. He wipes away the tears streaming down your face as you’ve begun to cry as well. He lets out a small laugh at how disoriented yet beautiful you looked in that moment. The tip of your nose was red from crying and he couldn’t help himself but to lean in and press a quick kiss to it.

“You missed,” you whisper.

“What?” JJ asks, looking back into your eyes.

“I said, you missed.” This time, you look from his lips to his gorgeous blue eyes before licking your own.

JJ gets the message and he slowly leans in. Your eyes flutter shut as his lips softly meet yours. He barely applies any pressure to them just slightly pressing into you. You parted your lips and he tilted his head, slightly giving you more access. The feeling of his warm, chapped lips against yours was like a drug as he pulled you against him, deepening the kiss. You ran one of your hands through his hair and rested the other on his jawline. He kept one of his hands on your face while the other moved down to the bare skin of your waist where your shirt rode up a little. His skin on yours sent a shock through your body as he started caressing the skin of your waist with his thumb. As he applies a little more pressure, you gasp at the cold sensation of his rings on your skin. The kiss was slow, yet desperate. Needy, but passionate. Needing air, he finally pulls away, lips red and swollen.

You open your eyes to already see him staring back at you. You rest your forehead against his and lean forward brushing the tip of his nose with yours. “Stay with me tonight?”

JJ smiles for the first time in a while. “Anything for you, my love.”

The two of you climb into your bed. JJ has his back against your chest and you have your arms wrapped around his torso. He holds your hands in front of him and plays with your fingers. You press your face against the back of his head, basking in his familiar scent and presence. You lightly press your lips to the back of his neck and whisper a small, “good night” into his ear.

JJ brings one of your hands to his lips and presses a soft kiss to it before holding it against his lips and whispering an “I love you.”

You let out a contented sigh as you reply, “I love you too. More than you could ever know.”

What if I'm down?

What if I'm out?

What if I'm someone you won't talk about?

I'm fallin' again

I'm fallin'

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bisluthq · 3 years

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Could you explain to me why Dress has gay connotations? I just don’t see it, and it’s been years now.

Yes I can, because that was the song that lead me down this path of sin and insanity. The year was 2017. With more marbles and brain cells and far less COVID, I sat down to listen to the album Reputation. Perhaps I poured a glass of wine first. I don’t recall. I was but a more or less normal, very casual fan who had for many years enjoyed mocking Taylor for her messy ass personal life, supposed hyperconfessionalism and regular PR kerfuffles. One of my best friends and then roommate used to, as I’ve told y’all before, blast Blank Space as a chaos anthem every time we went out. Fundamentally, though I was too cool for Taylor Swift. I was listening for like... general pop culture knowledge because my brain is a treasure trove of entertainment tidbits and gossip. I got through almost the whole album and then I heard the song Dress and I said, “what the fuck did I just listen to?” And I replayed it and I went, “Damn Blank Space. That was gay.”

And that was the fateful day I came to believe in 2+ muses, Gaylor and, I guess, Kaylor as well because my (albeit surface level but even if I’d dug) Googling brought me mostly to supermodel Karlie Kloss’s door.

So why is this song so gay? I’m not even gonna give y’all the Kaylor reading today we’re literally gonna time capsule to 2017 before I knew any of this shit and when the only thing I knew was THIS SONG WAS GAY.

Our secret moments

In a crowded room

They got no idea

About me and you

Okay so they’re out and about. What secret moments? Like looks and stuff? I mean bold of her to assume nobody knows it’s pretty easy to convince people hets are fucking especially if they’re giving each other meaningful looks and shit. Idk like people whisper and gossip about hets just looking at one another all the time. This seems like she’s a bit overconfident in their sneakiness.

There is an indentation

In the shape of you

Made your mark on me

A golden tattoo

Right so whatever is happening between the speaker and the subject of the song has had an impact on her. This isn’t a thirst anthem. Like the secret moments aren’t because they’re just... looking at one another respectfully and kinda doing that “your place or mine” telepathic conversation. No, Tay’s body has a mark, an indentation from the shape of her lover’s body and the whole thing is a golden tattoo - temporary and removable, presumably, shiny and glittery, but visible to the naked eye. So shit’s already gone down. Friends with benefits maybe?

All of this silence and patience, pining and anticipation

My hands are shaking from holding back from you (ah, ah, ah)

All of this silence and patience, pining and desperately waiting

My hands are shaking from all this (ha, ha, ha, ha)

Nah, not simply friends with benefits. This is forbidden, right? Taylor can’t touch her lover. All they have are these secret stolen looks in the crowded room that absolutely nobody can tell mean anything. That... sounds like “gal pals” to lil gay me. Like she can’t touch her lover because it’ll be too obvious but as long as they don’t touch it won’t seem sexual at all. It’s not just that they’re friends and nobody knows there’s more going on, because why can’t they be friendly then? Why are they sharing secret moments but they can’t come close to the point where her hands are literally shaking from staying away? Why can’t she do that good old link arms with her good guy friend especially if they’re out and tipsy? And then it ends off with orgasm noises because... it’s this song so of course it does.

Say my name and everything just stops

I don't want you like a best friend

Only bought this dress so you could take it off, take it off (ha, ha, ha)

More nails in the coffin of “friends with benefits” and people just don’t know. This person saying her name makes her world stop. This ties into the forbidden vibe but it’s also so innocuous that it does fuck with the “we’re just friends with benefits but I want more” interpretation that a hetsplanation would require. Like this is clearly a lot more. It’s already a lot more. It’s not that she just wants more, this girlie is gone.

And then we get to my gayest line: “I don’t want you like a best friend.” Now I get saying you don’t want to be “just friends” with a guy. I also do get being best friends with a guy. One of my irl besties is Blank Space Chaos Anthem girlie and the other is a (mostly) straight dude. I also have other straight dude friends like my mate who I was trying to rescue from accidentally having to marry a converting girl a few years back. I’m like a (woke) straight dude whisperer tbh because being friends with me is a big win for their woke credibility and let’s be real I’m 1) irreverent and great fun and 2) give great advice on girls.

Now I can guarantee you my proposition to fucking any of my dude friends from besties to casuals would not be “I don’t want you like a best friend.” They’d be like, “my bitch wut? Are you with Pothead YouTube Ex again? Tell her BE GONE WITCH!” And sure, maybe that’s just me. But if was already fucking a dude I can guarantee you the words “I don’t want you like a best friend” would not exit my mouth. It’s not “I don’t want to be friends” or “I don’t only want to be friends” she says “I don’t want you like a best friend.” The implication is there’s an appropriate way to “want” a friend and the way she wants the person she’s speaking to is not like that. It’s a similie, she’s comparing the subject of the song to a best friend and saying this is not like that. Now, explain to me why that level of clarification is important in a fwb setup? You’re trying to make it more serious, I get it. You don’t want to be “just” friends with benefits (and we know they’re already fucking) I get that too. But why the similie?

Why would a dude you’re fucking ever misunderstand and think you want him like a best friend?

Carve your name into my bedpost

Cause I don't want you like a best friend

Only bought this dress so you could take it off, take it off (ha, ha, ha)

I mean again, if we needed clarity on why this is a sex anthem it’s the first line of this song. And she’s saying “have sex with me because I don’t want you like a best friend” again, they’ve already fucked that was established in the first verse. Why would this be stuff you clarify with a dude? Why would a man who is fucking you get the wrong impression and assume you want to be best friends? Not friends. Best friends. Why would he think that?

And then we get the dress line. Now, I know some people are like “I dress up for my boyfriend!” and sure. But let’s all be honest. 85%+ of the time girls of any sexual orientation wear outfits out - and we established this is an out type situation - it’s for other girls to notice their fashion. Come on, you’re not expecting your dude friend to be like, “nice dress, where’d you buy it?” “Oh, this? Hahaha it’s just Zara, they were having a sale. If you hurry you might get one too!” Like there’s something inherently sapphic/feminine about discussions of buying clothing. And come on, fellow queer ladies, clothes is a great way to get a chat going.

In this song, Taylor draws attention to this feminine article of clothing she bought to wear on the night in question and instead of saying “it’s Zara” she goes “I only bought it so you could take it off” - I’m doing an eyebrow wiggle but you can’t see because I’m just text on your screen. Why would you say that to a guy? Like if you did, if you’re that girl why are you holding back from him? Y’all are fucking and you have a massive thing for him. Surely he should know by now? Why is this dress even featuring in the conversation? Like I say bringing up a dress you bought in a conversation about sex feels pretty fucking gay. It’s either a really bizarre and kinda desperate flex which doesn’t really match the sexiness of the song or... it’s gay.

Inescapable

I'm not even going to try

Girl you’ve fucked why is there a point of trying at this stage? Unless you... can’t do this or it feels in some way wrong?

And if I get burned, at least we were electrified

Why the I/we split? Like why is only one of them burned if they were electrified? Sure maybe it’s a fwb thing and he can turn her down for more than sex and friendship but it sounds more like - given the best friends - this is her female friend and she’s maybe uncertain of the other woman’s feelings. This feels - and again we’re not doing a Tay’s personal life reading here - like one of them can be fully destroyed by this but despite that reality they are both lit up and hurt in the process.

I'm spilling wine in the bathtub

You kiss my face and we're both drunk

I mean this isn’t inherently gay it’s just sexy, get it Tay. This sounds hot.

Everyone thinks that they know us

But they know nothing about

All of this silence and patience, pining and anticipation

What do they know about you? Like again we’re not doing the Tay reading thing but like what’s the sekrit? She’s fucking her friend? Why don’t they know anything about this? Surely they can imagine it’s a possibility? Like however unlikely, why does nobody know anything about this?

The next chorus is the same as the one above and I still have no hetsplanation for it. Like especially in the broader context of this, again, very gay song.

Then we get a very straight bridge. It’s like it’s from a different song or was written much later:

Flashback when you met me

Your buzz cut and my hair bleached

Even in my worst times, you could see the best of me

Flashback to my mistakes

My rebounds, my earthquakes

Even in my worst lies, you saw the truth in me

And I woke up just in time

Now I wake up by your side

My one and only, my lifeline

I woke up just in time

Now I wake up by your side

My hands shake, I can't explain this

Aha, ha, ha, ha

Okay but this is a completely different vibe to the... entire song. The rest of the song was about the other person not being sure and that being the issue. “I don’t want you like a best friend.” So why: “I woke up just in time”? Like “if I get burned at least we were electrified” but then... “I woke up just in time” - is the rest of the song like a weird nightmare? That’s not, to me, enough of an explanation. She spends the whole song in sexy anxiety pining after someone who cares about where and why she bought her dress and then she’s like “you’re everything to me” - it doesn’t make sense.

The rest of the song is the chorus again. As I’ve said, I don’t see a hetsplanation for it.

This is a gay song. The bridge isn’t and the line about the bathtub isn’t inherently. But the rest of this song is gay af.

#sapphic themes in tay’s music

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kaqeyamas · 4 years

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♡ — folklore plots.

okay so, i just wanted to take a moment to make sure it’s known that these plots aren’t direct interpretations of the songs on taylor’s new album. they’re just ideas that i came up with based on little pieces of each song, or while listening to it!

The 1

give me a plot where muse a & muse b are exes. their relationship was actually pretty decent, despite muse b never showing enough attention or affection, hence why even after a year or two of being separated, muse a is still hung up on the other, and kind of searching for them in every new relationship and behind every corner. they were convinced they were the one, and seeing them again certainly hasn’t made that feeling go away at all??

Cardigan

“but i know you, dancing in your levi’s, drunk under a streetlight” and i’m just picturing this pair of friends who have always kind of gotten into trouble, who were absolutely the type in high school to sneak out to get drunk and wander around town together, whether it lead to drunkenly adventuring the sidewalks of random streets in town, drinking and dancing along the way, or finding themselves at the local lake with half a bottle as they talk about everything and anything under the moon. they were literally like... night owls and that’s when their friendship really existed?? and maybe as adults, they haven’t seen each other in ages and when they do all of these old memories come back like “wow i was never that happy with anyone else??”

The Last Great American Dynasty

toxic toxic toxic. these two bring out the absolute worst in one another, but one thing is certain -- the only way they were ever going to escape was if one of them died. muse a comes from money, and lives as such. expensive drinks, and infidelity. muse b is made into a monster in the town’s eyes, because they know of their partner’s cheating and they’re rightfully angry and upset, but they stick it out, because the money is too good to pass up on. it’s messy, and they’re constantly fighting, but when things are good? they’re so good. almost good enough to forget the bad.

Exile

muse a was growing restless in a relationship that felt like it was going nowhere, and muse b was oblivious to it, until it was too late. now muse a has a new partner, and muse b can’t stand it. but neither of them can truly shake the idea that they’re meant to be together -- muse b just needs to do something about it.

My Tears Ricochet

i’m just not writing this one out because i honestly can’t think of anything that’s not super toxic, and that’s not my cup of tea. (TLGAD already is pushing it; sorry y’all!)

Mirrorball

muse a has never truly felt like they fit in anywhere, until muse b shows up. they aren’t exactly sure what it is about them, but just being around them makes muse a want to be somebody completely new. whoever muse b would be interested in. making jokes to get noticed. wearing flashy outfits to keep their attention. but, at the end of the day, muse b thinks they’re perfect just as they are. this has super soft vibes and i’ll accept nothing less.

Seven

picture this -- they’re seven years old, and next door neighbors. fighting off monsters and building forts in their living rooms. their parents think they’re going to end up getting married when they’re older, and that probably would have been true, if muse b hadn’t switched schools senior year. fast forward ten years, and they run into muse a in their home town and every good memory comes flooding back because best friend love never dies.

August

this is nothing more than a summer fling. (or is it??) muse a and muse b get to spend three months together, wrapped in the sheets and enjoying the sunshine together. making memories and ignoring the reality that they couldn’t last once the season ended (maybe one of them had to go back home in august) but they made those three months count in every moment. smiles and love songs and fall came in and stole it all away. (make it angstier by saying this fling only happened because muse b had broken up with their significant other before the fling started but by august, they want them back, leaving muse a heartbroken)

This is Me Trying

muse a and muse b were head over heels. madly in love, and destined for it all. the big house, the happy family, wedding bells and all. until one drunken night, muse b makes the mistake of cheating on their partner. but they know they fucked up, and they’re not about to let the worst mistake they’ve ever made ruin the best thing in their life. they won’t go down without a fight, and if it takes apologizing for the rest of their life, they’d do it, just to get muse a back. lots of angst, and super sad. honestly?? i want this to make me cry.

Illicit Affairs

make my whole life and give me a cheating plot. but not the kind of cheating plot that’s built on toxicity and mindless decisions!!! muse a is married and unhappy with somebody that doesn’t treat them right. maybe it’s abusive, maybe it’s just empty and the passion isn’t there? cue muse b, who lives down the street and has always made a point to wave and smile when they spot muse a outside, and their friendship builds to the point of sleeping together on accident. but it’s not a one time thing, or meaningless. they fall into bed because when they’re together, it’s the first time muse a has felt alive in ages, and suddenly they’re in a whirlwind romance, sneaking around to hook up and share little moments together. muse a feels guilty and shameful, muse b hates putting them in this position but is too attached to stop, and they both know that muse a’s marriage is going to implode if they get caught. -- but that’s not enough for them to give up. (make it interesting -- let them get caught?? END THE MARRIAGE!! give me angst.)

Invisible String

you guessed it. this is a soul mates plot, and i’m not even sorry. muse a and muse b have never truly met, but their lives have always overlapped. whether it’s crossing one another in the grocery store, or sitting in a resturant at the tables that face one another. sitting in the same movie theater on opposite ends, or accidentally getting one another’s coffee at the local starbucks. after too many run ins, it’s impossible to ignore the similarities and the coincidences, and they decide to spend an evening together, getting to know one another -- and to nobody’s surprise -- they’re a perfect fit. muse a gets all of muse b’s jokes, and muse b likes all of muse a’s “flaws” and they’re just as dopey and gross as you’re probably imagining.

Mad Woman

i’m not writing this one either.

Epiphany

this one could go either way, and it’s entirely up to you and what fits your characters/what you feel most comfortable writing! muse a is either a soldier, or a healthcare worker. either way, they’ve both been through a lot, and seen more loss than any person should. but in a seemingly bleak world, muse b exists. the reason muse a works so hard. whether it’s somebody to come home from, after being overseas (if muse a is in the army!) or squeezing in time between doubles after a four car pile up came into the hospital (if muse a is a healthcare worker!), muse b is there to hold them, and remind them that there are good things left in the world and they’re just so healthy.

Betty

i’m just here to hurt myself at this point, but !!! give me a couple that everyone thought would make it. years together, and completely wrapped up in one another. they’ve been dating since high school, and now they’re about to enter their last year of college. muse a went back home for the summer, while muse b stayed at their apartment near campus. they stayed in touch, but as the summer progressed, muse b heard from muse a less and less, only to find out that muse a had spent the summer with somebody back home. when muse a finds out, they end things, but immediately regret it -- even if they won’t admit it. they’re just praying that muse b will come to their senses and come back. meanwhile, muse b is just trying to find the courage to face them, knowing that they only made this mistake because they were young, and thought they were bored of the “same old thing” even though it turns out nothing could ever compare to muse a. suddenly they’re at muse a’s front door in the middle of the night, knowing and hoping that they’ll get the love of their life back. (will muse b actually accept, despite how much they miss them? or will they slam the door?? will it be awkward if they get back together? will the trust ever come back??)

Peace

muse a has always struggled with money, but when they fell in love with muse b, they swore they’d do whatever they could to provide the best life for them. but words don’t pay the bills. no matter how hard they work, it feels like they’re always struggling to keep their heads above the water. while the late fees build up, however, there’s no denying that their relationship is based on the purest love. the kind of love that leaves a person speechless. muse a would do anything for muse b, and vice versa. muse a constantly feels as though the other deserves better, because they want to give them more. give them everything, and they just can’t. but they don’t realize that for muse b, their love is enough.

Hoax

alright, so... this one’s not healthy. but, i’m writing it anyways because i’m in love with this idea?? SO muse a and muse b have been on and off for years. they’re always finding ways to hurt each other, whether it’s flashing their newest fling in the other’s face during the breaks, or picking fights for fun when they’re still together. when it’s bad, it’s so bad. but when it’s good, it’s so good, in ways that only make sense to one another, because no matter how many people they sleep with or relationships they break, they always find their way back to one another, convinced that there’s not a single person that understands them the way they do. they’d rather be angry and fight than be without one another. no matter how many times they call it quits, their hearts belong to each other and nobody can even begin to compare. make this more interesting by developing growth!! make them realize it’s not healthy! make them realize what they want, and that they have to work to have it! sacrifices and affection! real love! not just passionate sex and pillow talk secrets. not just years of history, but the effort to make it work because wasting times on their silly game just isn’t working anymore!

#roleplay #1x1 roleplay #1x1 #plot bunny #plot bunnies #folklore #i only want to play a few of these but PLEASE feel free to reblog and use this for your own plots!!#wanted plots

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collecting-stories · 4 years

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Test Drive - t. 01 - Sarah Cameron

Summary: After a bad breakup you convince your roommate and best friend to go to one last party with you where she makes an unexpected move.

A/N: I love Emily Burns’ EP/Album Seven Scenes from the Same Summer and I get serious Sarah vibes whenever I listen to it.

7 Scenes from the Same Summer Masterlist | Outer Banks Masterlist

♡don’t make me your test drive for the weekend♡

“I hate to be the one to say this but I think you need to get out of this room and do something. It’s been almost a week Sarah-” You commented, rummaging through the suitcases of already packed clothes for something to wear to the party you’d been invited to.

The comforter on the other bed moved, Sarah’s head peeking out as she wriggled around to look at you. “We were together for three years! Three years of birthdays and holidays and dates and vacations-“

You rolled your eyes. It was no secret that you were not a fan of John B and his whiny ‘pay attention to only me’ attitude that demanded all of Sarah’s time when he was visiting. When they broke up you had practically thrown yourself a party. “I know, I know. But you aren’t gonna move on from that laying under your blankets. When was the last time you took a shower babe?” 

“Is my personal hygiene really all that’s important to you?” 

“No, my best friend not totally losing it over a guy is though. You’re 3 hours away from home Sarah and he’s acting like you live on another continent. If he ‘can’t handle’ you going to college then why do you wanna be with this guy anyway.” It was the same argument you had with her every time that she fought with him about their schedules, the only difference this time was that they were totally broken up. A screaming match that you were forced to endure too.

“I love him.” 

“I know you do,” you said, trying not to sound sarcastic, “but let’s push all the love down and just focus on what kind of douche calls you two days before the biggest final of the year and tells you that you’re selfish for asking him to come out to visit for the weekend.”

“He knows I can’t leave during finals! I never focus when I study with him!” Sarah complained, pushing the blanket down a little bit further.

“Why’s that?” You asked though you knew the reason. You were desperate to get Sarah to this party with you and you needed her to actually get out of bed to do that.

“Because,” she said, “because he doesn’t let me! It’s always ‘I’m bored’ and ‘can’t you do that later’ and ‘aren’t I more important than stupid books’ like I’m supposed to drop everything for him!” 

“What a dick.”

“He is a dick...” she agreed, trailing off as she flopped over onto her back and pulled the blanket up.

“Oh my god, you were so close.” You cried in frustration.

“I said-“

“Yeah, I got the train of thought that just happened.” 

“What am I gonna do? What if we never get back together?” Sarah asked, sitting up in bed and brushing her hair out of her face.

“I can’t imagine.”

“I just want him to call me and tell me he changed his mind or something. Like it was all a dumb fluke.” She face was blotchy from crying and she was picking at a tangled piece of hair near the end.

“Sarah,” You stressed.

“I know!”

“Listen, that girl from the third floor, Annie, is having a party tonight. Why don’t we go? It’ll be nice.” You finally said, defeated that you couldn’t bribe her out of bed and trying it the straight forward way instead.

“I don’t wanna go to some lame party, I just want to be left alone.” 

“Okay, well I’m gonna...Victoria’s gonna be there, from my econ class, so I’m gonna head up there.” You confessed.

“You’re ditching me for a hook-up?” Sarah practically screeched looking at you in annoyance.

“You said you wanted to be alone!”

“Yeah like, go in the other room and watch tv while I sulk not abandon me for Victoria from econ!” She hated Victoria from your econ class. And she hated that you were thinking about some girl while she wanted you to be thinking of her.

“Well...depending on the night I might very well be in the next room before the parties over.” You said, offering her an awkward smile.

“Hooking up with her is worse than abandoning me for a party.” 

You groaned and stood up, walking over to bed and laying down next to her. “I haven’t dated in months babe, and I endured countless weekends sitting on that couch or going to Starbucks while John B ‘visited my you. The least you can do is let me have this.” 

“Fine but I’m coming with you. The last thing I need is Victoria from econ thinking I’m a loser cause I’m moping in bed on a Friday night.” Sarah said, climbing out of the bed.

“That’s the spirit!” You cheered, raising your arms in the air and fake cheering.

“Seriously?” 

“Whatever gets you out of bed.” You replied.

“I’m still upset!” Sarah snapped, digging through the suitcases you had just been crouched in front.

“I know, I know.” You insisted, sitting up, “wear the leopard print dress.”

“I’m not trying to hookup with anyone. I’m only going because I have a reputation to maintain and Victoria from econ is the worst!”

“Maybe, but I heard she’s really good in bed.” 

“Is that all you care about?” She laughed for the first time in two days.

“I literally cannot explain to you how little sex I have had all year. Besides the last party I went to that kid from Poly Sci grabbed my boob...and only because he tripped and put his hand out accidentally. That was the highlight of the last three months.” 

“I’m not wearing the dress.”

“You look so good in it!” You said, already imagining Sarah in the spaghetti strapped leopard print mini dress.

“Really? I think it’s a little tight across my butt.” She confessed, pulling it out and holding it up.

“It’s tight everywhere, that’s the point. Besides, you have a great ass so who cares.” 

“Oh tell me more.” Sarah teased, turning to the side and popping her leg to pose for you.

You grabbed her pillow off the bed and threw it at her, “get a shower! We’ll do praise Sarah Cameron hour later.” 

“Fine but your starting with how great my ass looks.” She said, grabbing her toiletries bag off the back of the door.

“Super! Get a fucking shower and let’s go! Victoria-“

“From econ awaits. I get it!” The door slamming behind her was the last sound you heard as you flopped back onto the bed and tried to figure out what you were going to wear to the party.

“Did you find her?” Sarah asked, sitting on the arm of the couch, turned in toward you, knees almost touching. You were sitting on the windowsill scoping out the party.

“Yeah, Annie snatched her up, literally. They are already in Victoria’s room by now I’m sure.”

“Annie does not wait.” Sarah commented, taking a sip of her drink.

You groaned, looking down at your chest. “God, I should’ve gotten like breast implants or something instead of the nose job.” You grabbed your boobs for a second, squeezing them and then crossing your arms under your chest to push them out more.

“I don’t think fixing a deviated septum constitutes a nose job.” Sarah teased, casting a look down at your mostly exposed boobs. The top was low-cut already and when you sat like that it offered up more of them to look at. “And besides, your boobs look fantastic.”

“You really think so.” You pouted at her, leaning so she was almost forced to look at them.

“Oh my god, yes now get them out of my face.” She laughed, pushing you away from her.

“Ugh whatever. You’re no fun.”

“I’m loads of fun.”

“Incorrect. I dragged you all the way here to this banging party-” You said, bobbing your head on the word banging.

“You’re so embarrassing, why are we friends?”

“-told you how great your ass looks and you can’t even flirt with me to make me feel better.” 

“Were you that invested in Victoria?” Sarah asked.

“No, I just really need a good hookup or something. A girlfriend preferably.” You sighed, slumping against the window.

“Those are two different things. And I heard Victoria only does hookups.”

“Is it so wrong to imagine Victoria from econ going down on me and then realizing what a fucking hot girlfriend I would be?” You asked. You could definitely imagine it, even if it wasn’t Victoria that you wanted to have as a girlfriend.

“How would that work?”

“Forget it, you’re not bringing me down to your level.”

“My level?”

“Yes, your level, of being in a shitty mood. I’m going to remain hopeful that Victoria from econ will come back to the party, sweep me off my feet and, preferably, fuck me into oblivion.” You said, matter-of-fact.

“Amazing.” Sarah replied.

You sat up a little straighter when you noticed the door open and two girls enter the party, going their separate ways. “Ha! Look, I knew it.”

“What? Oh my god, they’re back already?” Sarah caught sight of Annie going over to a group of friends and whispering. One of the guys in the group put his arm on her shoulder and for a second Sarah imagined herself at a party like this with John B. Dancing and drinking, his hands on her.

“Annie has the stamina equivalent of a goldfish’s attention span. She never lasts and she barely reciprocates.” You informed, not noticing your best friend’s distracted state as you watched Victoria from across the room.

“How do you know?”

“We hooked up in September.” You shrugged. Your first college hookup.

“You never told me that!”

“We weren’t friends yet! You were just some weird straight girl with a hobo boyfriend.”

“Wow.” Sarah exaggerated the word, rolling her eyes at you.

You smacked Sarah’s thigh when Victoria glanced your way, turning to your roommate and best friend, trying not to look too excited. “Oh my god, she looked over, act interested in me.”

“We’re already talking?” 

“Like, pet my arm or something.”

“Pet your arm?” Sarah asked in disbelief.

“Just-“

Sarah grabbed your face in her hands, throwing her last bit of caution out the window, crashing her lips to yours. Quite literally, she pressed herself closer to you as she kissed you and you somehow pulled yourself enough out of the haze to kiss back, eyes closing without even looking to see if Victoria was still paying attention. All you could focus on was Sarah’s tongue wetting your bottom lip before slipping inside your mouth. Her tongue caressed yours and her hand ran down your neck and over your back before she was groping your breast in her hand, squeezing the soft skin through your bralette. She captured your bottom lip between her teeth, tugging gently as she pulled away.  

When you opened your eyes, she was staring at you, wide eyed, hand still holding your breast and the other cupping your cheek. “I-“

“Dorm?” You chanced asking.

“Yes.”

She stood up, straightening her dress with one hand while you held the other, leading her through the crowd of people as if you were trying to make it back to your room before the momentum wore off and you were just roommates again. Victoria called your name when you got close to the door, having seen the entire kiss from her spot. 

“Sorry, can’t talk.”

Sarah cocked an eyebrow at her as she passed, throwing up the middle finger before she was totally out the door. She had always been annoyed by Victoria and it always had everything to do with how much attention you paid the girl in your econ class. But now you were pulling Sarah along and Victoria had subsequently lost. 

Sarah felt for the handle, back against the door, as she kissed you. Her other hand was in your hair, pulling you as close as she could as she tried to get the door to the dorm open. She didn’t want to think too much what this meant for your friendship or her relationship with John B or herself, all she wanted to do was enjoy this moment and the feeling of you against her. She finally got the door, tumbling through it and almost losing her balance but your arm around her waist caught her.

“Holy shit,” she laughed and kissed you, not wanting to lose the moment as she walked both of you backward through the small common room to your bedroom.

“Maybe you should open this door the right way,” you teased, your hands on her waist gently guiding her to turn around.

She stepped back just enough to press her ass against you, looking back over her shoulder and smiling, “does that only work on straight guys?”

“No, that definitely working.” You laugh.

Once you were both through the bedroom door and had it swinging shut behind you Sarah resumed kissing you, hooking her hands around the back of your neck and connecting her lips to yours. She walked backwards until her knees hit the bed. You pressed your body against hers, hands on her waist trying to bunch her dress up from there.

She disconnected from you for a second, pulling the leopard print dress over her head, hair flying over her shoulders, and leaving her in nothing but a nude colored thong. You choked down a laugh and she frowned at you. “Not the reaction I was expecting,” she said as she grabbed at the hem of your dress.

“We have the same underwear on.” You replied and Sarah looked at you, eyes sparkling with laughter. She could remember when you’d convinced her to impulse by half the collection of Skims and then you’d both spent weeks flashing each other at random points during the day to tell the other how comfortable your clothes were.

“I fucking hate you.” She mumbled as she kissed you again, pulling you down onto the bed with her.

When you propped yourself up on your elbow to look down at Sarah you could totally understand why John B wanted so much of her attention, though you’d spent an entire school year with her so it wasn’t something you were clueless to before. But she looked beautiful, laid out on the bed with her hair fanned out around her. She smiled at you and you leaned down to kiss her, lips brushing against her and then moving along her jaw to her neck and collar. You kissed the underside of her chin down to her clavicle while your free hand ran up her side, running your fingers along the underside of her breast and feeling goosebumps rise on her skin.

Sarah’s eyes drifted shut at the sensation of your lips sucking a bruise into the skin above her right breast while your hand grasped her left, brushing your fingers over her nipple and then twisting it between your thumb and finger. She moaned, running her hand through your hair and holding on at the base of your neck. She guided you further down her body, your mouth pressing kissing all around her right breast.

She moaned when you finally licked across her nipple, flattening your tongue against it and then sucking on her breast making her dig her nails into your arm. Sarah had a way of making a person dizzy with her. She could make you forget everything but her just by smiling or biting her lip but feeling her under you, getting to taste her slightly sweaty skin had you more in awe of her than you’d ever been before.

“It’s cool with me if this is just a rebound or whatever, I get it. But we’re friends and I should be totally honest with you.” You said, staring at the ceiling so you didn’t have to meet her eyes. “I’ve had feelings for you pretty much since August when we started texting. I didn’t say anything cause I didn’t want you to feel weird or to think that I was trying to encroach on you and John B cause I would never but...after what just happened, I feel like whatever you choose to do, you should know.” 

“That you like me?” Sarah asked, laying there with you in the afterglow, her fingers brushing designs into your stomach and sides. She had never even really thought about being with a girl before...not really. Sure, Kiara had a girlfriend and when they first started dating Sarah had wondered what it would be like but not seriously.

“Yeah.”

“Since August?”

“Oh yeah, hardcore.” You nodded as best you could laying down. She hadn’t let go yet, that had to be a good sign.

“What about Victoria from econ?”

You shifted, sitting up so you could look at her. Sarah sat up across from you. Finally you explained, “She’s hot and the exact opposite of you and that was definitely the point. But hooking up with Victoria wasn’t going to change the fact that I liked you. It might’ve lessened the blow of ya know, not seeing you all summer. This definitely won’t do that.”

“I don’t really know what to say.” She admitted.

“You don’t have to say anything, I’m just telling you, to be up front and cause...I want you to feel comfortable and I know you’re going through a lot with John B right now and the year is over. I also wanted to tell you that I totally understand if you want a new roommate next year.” 

“No, no, are you kidding me? Kiara’s roommate was a fucking psycho all year! I am not rooming with a stranger! My luck I’ll get stuck with fucking Victoria from econ!”

“You really hate Victoria.” You laughed.

“Of course, I do! With her fucking stupid ‘I’m summering in Portugal’ and ‘once I made out with an ambassador’s daughter at a fundraiser for poor kids’ and ‘I speak three languages’.” Sarah said, mocking the way Victoria’s voice always sounded, “she’s the worst.”

“How many times have you talked to her? I’ve never heard any of those things.” You said, trying to think of how much you actually knew about Victoria.

“Spring break that you bagged on! She fucking showed up and spent like three days telling me dumb stuff about herself, like, bitch I don’t care about you.” 

“Okay,” you laughed, “I think we’re getting a little off topic, let’s revisit the conversation we were actually having.” 

“I don’t wanna go back to the eight.” Sarah moaned, leaning over and pressing her face close to her ankles. “It’s gonna be Kiara feeling conflicted about who to hang out with and everybody being weird about parties and seeing John B pop up every five seconds because that would be my luck!” 

You bit your lip, weighing the options of asking Sarah back with you for the summer now that the two of you had just had sex. “Well I’m not sure how enticing it would be but, you could come with me back to Philly for the summer.” 

“What would we do in Philly?” Sarah asked, looking up at you.

“We can go to museums or head to the shore for a day or go eat a 14oz burger or get cheesesteaks and giant slices of pizza or recreate the Rocky scene or go to a farm or see Amish people....” you listed, “any of these.”

“Eating. The cheesesteaks sound good.” 

“Philly has banging food.” You said, nodding.

“Okay.”

“Seriously.”

“Yeah, okay, I mean we’re friends.” Sarah shrugged.

“Yeah, of course, and we can stay friends.” You agreed. You knew you had feelings for Sarah and now she knew that too but you weren’t going to let them come in the way of your friendship.

“Yeah. So, yeah I‘ll go to Philly with you.” 

“Okay.”

Sarah sat there for a moment before, looking around the room, before looking back at you and pouting. “Hey, do you think we could still cuddle cause I could really use it right now.”

“Yeah, totally, I’m coming in for a cuddle.”

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a-froger-epic · 3 years

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W for Froger if you like 👀

From the letter asks

Froger - Will They, Won’t They (They Will)

I mean, obviously this one is the sequel to this.

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Freddie Mercury was on a mission. Unfortunately, the endeavour was proving a lot more challenging than he had originally anticipated. Freddie liked to think that he was reasonably alluring when he wanted to be. Perhaps not irresistible, but he certainly had a way and - well, it wasn’t usually so bloody difficult to get somebody to kiss him!

Although perhaps the fact that this particular somebody was his bandmate and best friend and had to date only been known to be interested in the opposite sex... alright, perhaps there were a handful of things standing in the way of his plan.

But there was nothing for it, it had to be done, because Freddie needed proof.

Proof of what, he wasn’t entirely sure. Most of the time, the answer to that depended on his mood.

Proof that they’d simply been drunk and the excitement of the party had, so to say, enhanced the experience - was what he thought in the studio when sooner than kiss Roger, he very much wanted to strangle him because he wouldn’t stop arguing his opinion on Freddie’s latest contribution to their new album, and now had Brian backing him up, too, even though Freddie’s idea was absolutely inspired.

Proof that sometimes you could spend years with something very special right in front of you, but never see it, until you did - was what he thought, chin in his hand, watching Roger at the restaurant, waving his chopsticks about adorably as he spoke, absent-mindedly twirling one in his hand because it was second nature to him.

Freddie had to know if the way one innocent kiss, lasting three seconds exactly, had left him momentarily breathless had simply been a fluke. Or not. Because if not... truthfully, he didn’t know what an ‘if not’ scenario entailed, and he was putting off thinking about that until he was absolutely positive that he absolutely had to. But what he had thought about, more than he would have liked to admit, was how certain he was that it wasn’t just him. Roger had felt it, too. Freddie couldn’t have imagined it, the furtive glance Roger had thrown him shortly after, just before he had excused himself and gone to refill his drink. Only to avoid Freddie, or so it had felt, for the rest of the afternoon.

But the very next day everything had gone back to normal. Or so it seemed, on the surface of it. If one didn’t count the lingering looks and purely accidental or casual touches, which had always been there, always, only now they felt... charged.

It was driving Freddie to distraction. And there was surely only one way to put the whole thing to rest.

However, Roger didn’t seem to think so. And the more Freddie tried to bring about a situation that might lend itself to kissing, the less he succeeded.

He’d tried staying behind at the studio, so he and Roger might be the last two leave, but Roger always seemed in a hurry to head off.

He’d tried joining him on smoke breaks, sensually pursing his lips around his own cigarette, but all it had done was worry Brian, who now thought Freddie was particularly stressed as he usually barely ever smoked.

Although there were moments... knees touching and their eyes meeting as they sat beside each other, unobserved, in the dimly lit corner of a pub. Until Roger very quickly reached for his pint and turned away. Falling silent, all of a sudden, as they stepped into a lift together, a tension like electricity in the air before a thunderstorm arising between them as they glanced at each other. But the moment Freddie had turned his head towards him, Roger had crossed his arms and started talking about the weather.

But tonight was worst of all, Freddie thought, at a party late one night. His suggestion to play spin the bottle once everyone was sufficiently drunk had, interestingly enough, gone down a treat. Yet all it led to was having to watch Roger kiss a whole string of people, none of whom were Freddie.

This was so oddly infuriating that Freddie found himself retrieving his coat from where it had been laid out on the bed of a spare bedroom not much later. So lost was he in his thoughts, all of them angrily revolving around Roger and how much fun he was clearly having, kissing everyone but Freddie, that he yelped with surprise when he turned back to the door. Only to find the object of both his desire (he was too drunk to deny it, really, in that moment) and ire standing there.

“Uh, hey...” Roger smiled and leaned the door shut behind him.

“Goodness, Roger.” Freddie huffed and adjusted his coat, which he had just put on, running a hand through his hair. “Don’t sneak up on me like that.”

“Sorry, didn’t mean to.” Roger cocked his head, piercing blue eyes regarding him with a hint of concern. “You alright?”

“Of course I am, absolutely splendid. Why in the world wouldn’t I be?”

Smooth, Mercury. Freddie bit his lips, scrutinising the curtains which clashed horribly with the rug in the room. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Roger come a little closer and realised two things. One, they were alone, reasonably inebriated and this was the best opportunity to date for a repeat of that afternoon on the day of his birthday brunch. Two, he was far too upset with Roger to want to kiss him. Bloody bastard. What was he doing here anyway, shouldn’t he be out there making out with all and sundry?

“I don’t know,” Roger sounded both a little wary and a little amused, but Freddie couldn’t know for sure because he was decidedly not looking at him. “Just, you seem pretty mad.” There was a pause. “At me?”

Expelling a breath through his nose, Freddie put his hands on his hips and glanced at him, trying to find the energy and will to act as though he was just dandy, and failing. “Well, if you must know,” he found himself saying instead, and then it was too late and his tongue, loosened by alcohol, produced the words before he could stop it, “I am cross with you but I don’t see why that’s any of your concern, you seemed pretty busy in there...” Freddie waved his hand in the direction of the door before. “Having an absolute ball of a time, by all means, don’t let me stop you.”

Roger had narrowed his eyes, a frown on his face but the corner of his mouth twitching a little. If he was going to laugh at him, Freddie was going to have to shove him out of the way and just leave right this minute. But Roger kept his face straight as he spoke.

“Uhm,” he swallowed, licking over his lips briefly, and Freddie hated himself for noticing it. “You’re not... Are you... jealous?”

Freddie shrugged, his jaw set and his gaze firmly averted. Then he proceeded to utter the most unconvincing “no” in human history, the inflection so wrong it sounded as though he’d forgotten how to pronounce the word.

Roger sighed. And the very next moment, Freddie found himself utterly defenceless as the other man crossed the room, stepping right into his personal space.

“So, I guess...” His voice quiet, Roger reached up, gently tugging the collar of Freddie’s coat into place, and Freddie forgot he was angry. Instead of pushing him away, he dropped his arms by his sides. In fact, it was likely that he forgot he had arms, too, in that moment. “I guess you wouldn’t be mad... if I...”

He never finished the sentence, but leaned in instead, slotting their mouths together. As tipsy as they were, the kiss was anything but a drunken snog. It was far too tentative and slow for that, only lips caressing each other at first, until Freddie opened his mouth wider and Roger took the invitation with a soft moan, hot tongue sliding into his mouth. It was just as well that Roger had wrapped an arm around his waist, because for all that tenderness, it was intense. Freddie felt a little shaky on his legs and slid a steadying hand around the back of Roger’s neck. This wasn’t like last time, like an oddly pleasant shock of static, sending a shiver through him. No, this was an entire thunderstorm, making the small hairs on his arms and at the back of his neck stand on end. Exhilarating, like watching lighting tear across the night sky. and he was drenched in desire within moments, heart beating so fast he could barely breathe.

“Wow.” Funnily enough, that was Roger’s whisper against his lips, although Freddie wholeheartedly agreed. They pulled apart just enough to look at each other, a pair of matching, mildly ecstatic grins blooming on their faces.

“God, I should’ve done that sooner,” Roger murmured, shaking his head slightly.

“Yes,” Freddie couldn’t help but agree quite fervently. “Why didn’t you?”

“Scared,” Roger admitted simply, his expression turning serious. “So...”

“Not-” Bringing his hand around to Roger’s face, Freddie touched his fingertips to his lips, silencing him. “Not now,” he whispered. “Tomorrow. Please? Let me just... have this.”

Roger nodded wordlessly and took Freddie’s hand in his, kissing his fingertips before he moved it out of the way and leaned in again. Whatever needed to be said, could and would be said tomorrow. If nothing else, this moment was theirs.

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blackfemmecharacterdependency · 4 years

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14. Exposing the Void Pt. 2

So, okay... This chapter kinda fucked me up and I rush edited because like... I just want to get past this whole thing. I think it’s important to note that outside of 10 episodes, the concepts we were given in I.T. would be drawn out a little longer and take more time to impact the characters and also for them to deal with and go through. So, as I warned previously, rough content ahead.

Word count 5331 Trigger warnings: Gas lighting,revenge porn, slut shaming, mental abuse,ableist terminology,violence

It couldn't really just be in her head, right? Had the opinions of strangers made her THAT far away from reality? Simon definitely “liked” every single comment where someone was being mean to her this morning… but by the time she asked him about it, none of the comments were liked. She knew she didn't imagine it. It happened for a few days before she flat out asked, "Are you fuckin' with me, Dude?"

"What do you mean?"

"With this liking the comments thing you've been doing, then undoing?" He stared at her like he was worried about her. "It's not funny. If you keep doing that, I'm gonna block you."

He furrowed his eyebrows and rolled his eyes, turning away from her. "Maybe you need to take a break from social media. It's getting to you."

It wasn't "getting to" her! HE was getting to her. Playing these games that she was unsure of why he wanted to mess with her like that. He knew she was sensitive about criticisms. To like the comments? Then unlike them later, so she felt crazy?? Wait… Grace… this is Simon. Why would he do that to you? Maybe you DO need to take a break from social media.

Her parents seemed as happy as she would expect about her wanting to go to college to get more pulp for her performance arts. They weren't easily excited, so their small approval was enough for her.

But… for whatever reason… Simon had talked to them about her issues with the Internet and after a long lecture about how they didn’t raise her to be weak and insecure, she was really at her wits end with Simon. She didn’t say it, but she was pretty irritated about it, to the point that she found herself snapping at him over things, then regretting it when he looked taken aback and hurt. Sometimes, she would see a flicker of anger and expect him to explode, so that they could finally just have their fight and be done with it… but he would always just turn off his reaction, which was probably something that he learned from her, but boy was it infuriating for her to go through.

If SHE fussed after he had diffused things, then she knew that she would be being a bitch. So, she simply choked down the anger and got over it after a little while. It’s just that those moments were frequent enough that it soon felt better to not even speak to Simon at all.

She signed up for talent shows and amateur night spots. She went on auditions for local productions. She threw herself into recitals and built her resume. She shut Simon out and focused on her skills for the future. Despite the fact that Simon was equally busy, she found that he managed to always be at her house whenever he wasn’t busy. They weren’t even kicking it as much. Usually, he was with her parents.

She would come home and chime, “I’m home!” And Simon would say, “Welcome home!” from another room. At first, she would go to greet him, give him a kiss, and speak to her parents, but closer to spring, she didn’t even announce whenever she got in. She came in, listened to see if she heard his voice in the house (usually did), and she would go to her room and start working on whatever music project she was into.

Followers were asking her for new content, but she’d always just say, “I’m working on something.” She would see the chats though - the sorrow and fear of fans that the haters had scared her away from the industry. She would turn on Summer Walker, Ari Lennox, Cleo Sol, Quin, Sza… She would let them sing comfort and confidence into her while she got washed up and set up to work. She would know that she was influenced by their work, but try not to just copy any of them. Plus, she added much more bass to anything that she made. She practiced rapping sometimes, but she often felt silly and knew that she would sound like a Kids Bop album if she actually tried to record her rapping. But, in certain songs, she was able to get away with distorting her voice a little and making portions of the rap match with the songs.

She liked to experiment with various styles, make beats, have a vibey sound that you could also shake to. “Black hippy girl with funk and soul, that’s mellow, but you can groove to it,” was how she tried to describe her work. There wasn’t a genre that really captured it well.

She worked on covers of songs, and made videos like Todrick Hall did, where she put together a cover singing multiple parts… but she didn’t want to share them and be accused of copying. She was copying, but only to see how her own would be. She rented studio time to do demos.

She came out of the studio one night, mentally preparing to go home and see Simon there with her parents, but he was outside when she came out. It startled her, but she smiled and said, “Hey… didn’t expect to see you here!”

“Doesn’t seem like you ever expect to see me,” he said, emotionless.

“Yeah. You’re usually SUPER BUSY with my parents,” she said bitterly, but cheerfully.

“Are you still mad that I told them about your Internet problems?”

“No. I just think it's weird how much time you spend around them. They’re my parents and I don’t even spend that much time around them.” He sighed, annoyed. “What are you doing here?” she asked.

“This is the third night that you’ve been here and left roughly at the same time. If anybody is watching you, they might know your pattern. You should be more careful. You’ll make it easy for enemies to hurt you.” It was a weird thing to say, she had to admit. It creeped her out. His tone and the suggestion, BUT, it also was Simon, who was naturally paranoid, protective, and proactive. So, she figured that he was in worried boyfriend mode and got into the car with him.

Simon wasn’t around her parents as much for a few days. She had some peace, but also had time to think about how much she missed him. She even beat herself up a little and reminded herself that she KNEW this would happen. This was why she didn’t want them to date in the first place. It had ruined their friendship!

She texted him: Hey. I miss you.

Simon: Just a few days ago you didn’t even want to say hi when you came home.

Grace: I mean… I miss you being my friend. We’re where I was afraid we’d be if we dated.

Simon:... Do you want to break up with me???

Simon: Because a text isn’t a nice way to do that.

Simon: And this is a really bad time.

Simon: DO YOU WANT TO BREAK UP WITH ME?

Grace: No. I just want my friend back.

Simon: I want my friend back too. But, you’re the one who changed, Grace. Not me.

Grace: I thought all of my changes were positive, though. So… why didn’t they bring us closer together?

Simon: (Read)

She didn’t hear back from him until the middle of the night, when her phone rang, but she missed his calls. She usually was a pretty heavy sleeper, and she took melatonin, because she could never seem to go to bed at night. 17 missed calls by morning and she called him back first thing. “Simon? Is everything okay?”

Simon looked at his bloodied knuckles and lied, “Yeah. Sorry I called so much last night. I figured you’d be asleep, but I just… needed my friend.”

“What happened?”

“I got into a fight with my dad.”

“He’s home? What was the fight about?”

“I accidentally knocked something down in his workroom and I never picked it up. Listen, I know that you hate me spending time around your parents, but could I crash there a few nights?”

“Yes! Of course!”

“Thanks.” he hung up and looked at his father, who was drunk and passed out, his face pounded in from Simon’s fists. He might be stuck on that couch for a while. He might not even remember the fight that they had the previous night. But, Simon made sure to let out every portion of rage that he ever had towards the man. Surprisingly, it gave him clarity on some things. He had been struggling with whether or not he intended to destroy Grace. She seemed to be coming around in her texts last night. Maybe… he could forgive her. Maybe they could make things work. Even if he couldn’t have her, maybe he could have his friend back. He was going to spend a few night there and try to assess everything.

Thursday through Sunday bliss for Grace. By Monday, as she sat in class, sniffling, her tissues now wet beyond repair, she still couldn’t wrap her head around what had happened. Simon said that he must’ve left his web cam going from when he was practicing his arguments for an upcoming debate. It was important, because they were nearing the end of the school year and this one one of the final debates.

She hadn’t even planned on anything happening between them, but they had been doing so horribly lately and she wanted, more than anything to just feel like she was on his good side again. Hell, sex wasn’t the worst thing a person could do and she had done far more for Simon in her life. So, though it took her a moment to settle herself into being comfortable with it, it wasn’t like she was morally opposed or even repulsed by it. She didn’t have urges, but her parts worked. With enough focus, she knew she could enjoy it and perhaps it was stupid of her to think that it would or could fix anything, but she at least hoped it might help.

Monday morning, everyone was looking at her strangely. Some laughed when she passed. Some whispered. NOBODY seemed threatened. Shana finally broke the silence with a very loud announcement of, “Good Morning, Internet’s Honeypot!” Everyone laughed. That wasn’t funny.

She rolled her eyes, but approached Shana. “What are you so cheery about?”

Shana feigned shock and asked, “Oh, you don’t know, Give It Up Grace? It seems that somebody was naughty over the weekend. I’d even say, downright NASTY!” The girls with Shana started laughing and didn’t stop whenever Grace threw them a warning glare.

Something was wrong with this picture. “What are you talking about, Shana?”

“Your boyfriend says that somebody stole his laptop this morning from the journalism room. A likely story. He’s the only thief in this school. But, whatever the truth is about that, this certainly is authentic,” Shana turned her phone to show Grace what was very clearly her, in a very personal situation with Simon. You couldn’t really see him, but she was certain that anybody who saw this could make him out. She slapped the phone out of Shana’s hand and rushed away. Every pair of eyes that fell upon her seemed to know… they all must’ve seen it. Where was Simon? Had he DONE this to her? She checked the journalism room, where he was talking to a group of boys who she knew weren’t even in journalism… “Simon!” She called.

The boys all began hushed laughter and Simon smiled at her, kicked one’s chair and warned him, “Knock it off.” He met her at the door and she was breathing hard. “You… okay?”

“No! Have you not seen that recording? A recording, mind you, that I didn’t know about nor consent to! Simon, PLEASE tell me that you didn’t record us without checking with me… Tell me that somebody who has it out for me hid a camera or something and…”

“What are you talking about Grace?” He asked. She studied his face. If there was anything that he should be worried about, there was no sign of it on his face.

“Shana said that your laptop got stolen,” she said. “Was there anything on it that you need to tell me about?”

He blushed, “I mean… I do have quite a porn collection,” he said, laughing. “And I found it! I’d apparently just left it in the library. Why?”

“Did you record us this weekend? Yes, or no?”

He furrowed his eyebrows and scoffed, “Is that something that you think I’m capable of?”

The conversation went in circles of her insisting that SOMEONE recorded them and him finally going through his laptop to see the video in question, then denying realizing that he had done this. But, since he left his laptop in the library, anybody could have sent it out. “Why would I do this, Grace? You worshiped me in the moments following this, why would I use it against you?”

“I don’t know!” She squealed, crying and embarrassed and now guilty because she had accused him. He gave her a hug and she cried on him. He walked her to class, but he didn’t seem to mind the whispers that were echoing in her head as they passed people. But, he was a boy.

Nobody was judging him the way that they were judging her. She would hear details like, “You can see that he’s not even wearing protection! She has no self respect.” or “I don’t think he pulled out. Good thing her family can afford abortions.” Then there was Shana. Shana had been waiting YEARS to knock Grace off of her pedestal, and she took every chance she got to do just that.

“Ooop. Backshots Ballerina in the building, Girls!” or “Mommy in the Making Monroe has arrived!” The worst part was that Simon wasn’t defending her. He wasn’t telling Shana to shut her fucking mouth. He wasn’t glaring at people laughing at her. He… seemed to be enjoying the attention. Then again, the attention he got was positive. She saw guys fist bump him and clap him on the back. She saw him laughing with people and them all quiet down when she approached. Simon always had an excuse as for why - none of which were related to “this obsession of yours.”

This obsession? The entire student body had seen her entire body. It was circulating and they were shaming her for a private moment she shared with someone she loved… and he wasn’t even phased by it. Did he even fucking love her??? Was this typical boy bullshit?

“You know Grace, your insecurity was cute at first, but now it’s starting to become pathetic,” Simon said. “You’re a public figure. People will always have something to say about you. Suck it up.” She slapped him in the face and stormed off, equal parts satisfied and mortified that she had reacted that way. She didn’t see the smile on his face as he rubbed his cheek. He was breaking the void down. She was losing respect and she was losing her cool. It had been so long since she reacted in violence. It kinda turned him on. It was like seeing old her for a moment. Even if it was directed at him.

Maybe she could get on a train and just leave town. Cash in her trust fund, buy a bungalow. Never look back… “Grace?” a boy’s voice said. She turned to see one of the Apex dudes. He bowed his head and she tapped her right cheek with two fingers. He came forward and held a sunflower in his hand. “I’m sorry that you’re having such a bad day,” he said and extended it to her.

“What is this?”

He looked confused. “Tribute.”

“We’re still doing that? Nobody has said a word to me all day…”

“Is the Apex over?” he asked.

She sighed and took the flower, shrugged her shoulders and said, “I guess it can live on with Simon. I’m… done with everything in this place.” Tears welled in her eyes and he reached out to offer her a hug. She accepted. Graham? Grant? Was the first person, Simon included, to be nice to her about this thing that she was going through. It was short lived. Simon appeared out of nowhere and before she could think or speak, had the kid by the collar and slammed into the lockers.

“Who do you think you are?” Simon asked him, baring his teeth.

“Simon! That’s Graham! He’s Apex. He was just checking on me!” She said and pulled on Simon’s shoulder.

Simon pressed his forehead to Graham’s and he said, “If I ever see you touch her again, you’ll give your right hand as tribute to me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Simon. Understood Simon!”

“She’s. Mine.”

“I know, Simon. I’m sorry, Simon.” Simon shoved him and he rushed away. Simon raised an eyebrow and looked at Grace, expecting her to scold him for it. That’s what she was good for these days.

She looked relieved, though. She rushed into his arms and collapsed onto his chest. “I thought you didn’t care about me anymore.” She looked up into his eyes. They still weren’t soft like they used to be, but he had a bit of a smile on his face as he collected her.

“You never have to worry about that.” She squeezed him tightly and cried on his chest. He wanted to tell her to stop it. That people could see her and that she looked weak to them. But… that was the whole point of doing this to her in the first place.

Grace took a few days off of school. Simon brought her homework assignments. She was in bed most of the time. She wasn’t creating. She wasn’t living. She was sort of wasting away. Fortunately, so far the video scandal was being kept among the students, but she lay in waiting for when it went beyond them and she would have to try to explain herself to her parents. This was something that might never go away.

Thursday evening, Simon asked, “Are you ever coming back?” She shrugged her shoulders and climbed into his lap for cuddles. This was her comfort. A bubble with her favorite person, away from social media, away from relentless peers, away from her parents. Simon kissed her on the nose. “Has this… made you never want to try again?”

“No. I almost want to make a purposeful video and send it out myself, just to show these bitches that I’m Grace Monroe, and I can do anything.” Simon’s eyes lit up. That was his Grace! She laughed and rested her head on him again. “How’s it been for you?”

“I don’t like that you’ve let it keep you out of school. You HAD perfect attendance. Now, you don’t.”

“I don’t care about perfect attendance, Simon. I care about… being the perfect girlfriend. That’s my new goal.”

“What brought this on?”

"Just… I think I get why you haven't really been bothered about things. I've been shutting you out, shoving you away. I haven't been as open or supportive as I used to, so why should you be?" He looked different suddenly. He looked like old Simon. She knew those eyes. She knew that smile.

But, within moments, it went from warm, to guilty, to confused, to cold. He shrugged his shoulders and said, "There's a tough transition from childhood best friends to this. As long as you've got it now?"

"I think I've got it now." She said and kissed him again. She melted against his body and he strummed his fingers up and down the back of her neck. This is fucked up, Simon. You did something horrible to her, and now she's apologizing… But, she's still leaving you. It doesn't matter if she feels bad for being a bad girlfriend. It doesn't matter if she wants to undo that. She. Still. Wants. To. Leave. You. Proceed with her destruction… Its destruction. He cradled her, resigned that what he had already done and what he intended to do was completely fair and right.

Grace spent HOURS getting her hair unloc'd. She had to lose a lot of it, but it was still pretty long and made a large puffy halo that she could hardly wait to show off when she got back to school the next week. She felt brand new, though she wasn't excited to see the faces of her tormentors again. She and Simon got out of the car and she wrapped an arm around him and held her hand forward. Simon smiled and they moved forward. The kids made way, she smiled and greeted. Simon was quiet, but confident.

Shana said something and Grace exchanged knowing facial expressions with Simon. He smirked and gave her a little nod. Grace handed her backpack to Simon. She flapped her fingers, said, "Wah wah wah," then uppercut Shana. Uppercut. Shana bit her tongue and stumbled back, her mouth bleeding and her hand on her chin. Simon smirked. Grace accepted her backpack back.

The last time something like this happened (and it had been a while since Grace threw a punch on her own behalf, or on Simon's for that matter, nobody saw anything. They didn't know anything. They didn't say anything. But when the dean came rushing over, asking what happened, someone said, "Grace just assaulted Shana!"

Grace was startled by that. She saw other kids nodding and agreeing that was what they saw. She looked at Simon, who, instead of swaying them back to obedience said, "Shana asked for it." Grace's eyes went wide. The dean grabbed her by the elbow and dragged her to his office. She turned to look at Simon. He was just staring at them. He wasn't riled up or upset or even following. The kids gathered behind him, also just staring… What. The. Fuck…

Her parents were not happy. "Expelled? Expelled?? At the end of the school year?" Her father complained. "Over violence? We didn't raise you like this!"

"You've barely raised me at all!" She snapped. She winced and said, "I'm sorry… I didn't mean to. Shana was bullying me.."

"That's not what all of the other kids are saying."

"It's not even what Simon says," her mother added.

Now, Grace's nostrils flared. "What does Simon say?"

"It's no secret to anyone that Grace and Shana don't get along, but none of us expected it to become physical. Shana was definitely giving her a hard time, but Grace let her temper get the best of her and I hate to say it, but it was pretty uncalled for, to lay her out like that." Her mother read from Simon's text.

"I handed him my backpack. He knew that I was about to lay hands on that bitch. Please! He's just saying that to impress you. Simon's seen…" she shut up. She was about to get herself into more trouble. "He definitely knew what was gonna happen when I handed him my bag."

"Why would he lie, Grace?" Her father asked.

"He's… obviously still mad at me for wanting to go to school. Simon can get really sensitive and a little bit clingy. He's punishing me."

"That sounds like a terrible relationship," her mother said.

"It sounds like Grace making excuses for her disgusting behavior," her father said. The doorbell rang and the butler let Simon in.

He shook Mr. Monroe's hand, bowed to Mrs. Monroe and began speaking to Grace like she was some type of volatile animal. "Heyyy, Grace. Are you okay?" She clenched her fists and narrowed her eyes. "I talked to the Dean to try to get this handled. The best that I could do was to get him to let you finish the school year from home and still have your grades as a student of the Academy. But he does not want you to come into the building again."

"Why didn't you have my back?" She asked.

"Sounds like he did have your back!" Her father fussed.

"I am not talking to you right now, Dad!" She shrieked. Everyone froze and stared for a moment. Her father looked ready to angrily lash back, but her mother wrapped an arm around him and told Simon, "You'd better get her together, or else we'll have to."

"I'll take care of it," Simon said.

"I'll take care of it? You'll take CARE of it???" Grace repeated, then laughed and shook her head.

Simon watched her parents leave the terrace and he sat next to her. "You seem like you have some things on your mind."

Grace was wondering if she was the crazy one? He completely threw her under the bus at school and in front of her parents and they just… ate it up. "Do they know that I'M THE ONE that always has to keep you chill?"

"You're not that one right now."

"That's because you're being different. You're up to something and I can't figure out what?"

"I'm playing the game that we play with parents. You WANTED them to like me, did you not?"

"Not like this! They're not supposed to think you're better than me!"

"I see. I get it now. All those times when you insisted that we should be treated equally, you were just lying to me like you lie to everybody. And now that people are treating me good, you can't stand it."

"This isn't about PEOPLE, Simon, it's about MY PARENTS and how you're... you're... STEALING them!"

Simon tells her, "It's not my fault they like me more than you." Grace started crying. He sighed and rolled his eyes. "God, AGAIN with the crying. You're really a child."

"What is your problem? How can you say something like that to me when you know how I feel about my parents?"

He scoffed, "Yeah. And now we get to the truth about how you feel about me too. This is bigger than your stupid fucking parents." She looked at his face. He looked… like he was having a completely different conversation. His face would never let on that he had just said the mean things to her that he had just said.

"Is… this about me leaving for school? You turned on me because I was gonna leave for school, Simon?"

"You lied to me. You betrayed the Apex."

"The Ape… Simon WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? The Apex doesn't have anything to do with this!"

"The Apex has everything to do with this!" He finally actually looked as mad at his words. "We were the Apex. Just you and me! We had everything we needed in each other. We belonged together. We built it together. It was our mark on the world. Our show of power and greatness… and you just threw it away! You threw ME away." He out his face into his hands and tried to catch his breath. She still didn't know what this even meant.

"I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry that it felt that way. I just wanted to do something for myself… if it makes you feel like this, I won't leave, Simon. We'll work it out…"

He uncovered his face and it was surprisingly clear. She couldn't figure out what to think of him, but her heart was all over the place. Simon told Grace to calm down, but she was already sitting quietly, thinking, and she was getting mad that he was behaving like not only a stranger but a… horrible person! "I am calm," she said, though her teeth. "Just still very confused. Why are you being this way, Simon? I just gave you my virginity like a week ago.." her voice cracked.

He smirked, looked her right in the face and said, "That meant nothing to me."

She gasped and clutched her heart. This was… too much. Was she having a nightmare? Simon would never say these things to her. He would never hurt her. "Simon… are you saying that you don't even love me anymore?"

"I'm saying I don't even know who you are. The girl that I loved was strong, powerful and she cared about me. She wasn't a liar, pretending to love me until she could get away from me. Pretending to see me as an equal, but squirms anytime someone sides with me. She was worthy of respect. Whatever you are, you're not even worthy of her name. You're not worthy of respect. And you aren't worthy of love. You're nothing to me."

She shook her head and looked out at the estate. Tears were pouring down her face. He put his hand on her back and rubbed it and for a moment, despite everything he had just said to her, she was relieved that he seemed gentle with her. But the he said, "Before I go, I want you to know that I actually did record us on purpose…" her head turned sharply to him and she stared at his thin lips as he said, "And I'm the one who leaked it." …Then...he smiled.

Grace punched him in the teeth. He threw his hands up to cover his head. He knew her fighting style. She hit you in the face and head and neck. That's where she was swinging, but he was blocking well enough. So well, she was enraged and pulled his hair, twisting it in her fist to try to lift his head. Before she could strike him in the face again,she felt her mother's hands rip her away from him.

"Grace! You've caused us enough trouble with your violent outbursts! And now you’ve set your fists upon Simon?" All Grace could do was roar in anger, startling her mother.

Simon almost couldn’t hide his smirk. Luckily Mrs. Monroe was staring at her daughter (in horror), "I'm sorry, Mrs. M This was my fault. I didn't mean to make her so mad. I know how she gets when she gets mad…" Grace charged at him, but Mrs. Monroe stood between them and grabbed her wrists.

"WE will talk about this later!" She placed a hand on Simon's back and led him back into the house to assess the damage and be sure that he wasn't ready to sue like Shana's parents were.

Grace asked herself, "Am I fucking crazy?" Simon smirked at her as he walked away with her mom. "No. He's. Crazy. HE'S fucking crazy!" She grabbed a handful of her fro and leaned on the rail with the other hand, sobbing.

Simon turned to Mrs. Monroe and said, "You realize that I love her right?"

Mrs. Monroe became visibly tense as she replied, "I realize that there's some feelings between you that you believe are very strong, but I also know that my daughter is hard to love."

"That's not true! I loved Grace almost the moment I met her. She's very generous. She's helpful. She's protective, oh and she's genuine... being genuine is the most important trait of a friend."

While Mrs. Monroe wasn't paying attention to him, he and Grace looked at each other through the window, and he glared at her hatefully. She stormed through the living room and up the stairs, slamming the door behind her.

Then, she just… cried again, and sat down on the floor. She's unsure to this day how long she sat there, but she knows that both of her parents came together, each separately, the housekeeper, the butler and some doctor tried to talk to her before she finally got up, went into her bathroom and resumed sitting in the bathtub. She was there for 13 hours. She remembers that much. Not much else. The entire time period was just… day after day of hurt. And he still wasn't done with her.

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Prize - Copia x Shy!Reader (2/2)

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Cardinal Copia trying to romance a very shy and awkward Sibling of Sin! Both end up being awkward dorks together! First part was Copia PoV, and Second is reader’s!

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You’ve always dreamt about meeting the famous Cardinal Copia one day. Like many, you immediately became a fan when he rose to power. The first time you saw him perform for the Ghost project you were hooked! From the way he would close his eyes and sing so purely, to his theatrics on stage. Most importantly to you, how much the man cared for the Church and all of his tireless hard work. Cardinal Copia was your muse and everything you aspired to be within the Ministry- passionate, intelligent, and utterly loyal to Lucifer!

Since your first sermon with him you found yourself daydreaming about what it would be like to meet him face to face! Giggling like a love struck teen you imagined speaking to him at Confession or during Unholy Communion. You practiced one hundred different times what exactly you would say and how you would say it. Maybe take his hand and tell him how much you loved his album. Or maybe tell a joke, make him laugh, and thank him for all of his hard work. A blush always painted your face when you thought of telling him how much you looked up to him, how much you wanted to be like him. What were you, you always scolded yourself, a child to their favorite super hero?

So many fantasies, each more glamorous than the last. On particularly days you even thought about what it’d be like if he asked you out to dinner! You wished! It was one thing to meet him, you reasoned, but another to suddenly have him wanting you. The thought was nice, though. So you continued to go about your days as normal, working hard to make the Clergy Library an organized and valuable resource. For which you were told was all thanks to you (something you had denied, even as you thanked everyone for their kind words.)

Despite all of your fancies, you could have never predicted that they would eventually come true. You would have never dared to dream the Cardinal being the one to hunt YOU down. Yet here you were, having screeched as Copia materialized out of nowhere! You were so startled by the sudden mass of red fabric rounding a corner straight at you you knocked over the book cart you were handling. Heavy tomes scattered on the tiles after metal made a deafening clatter from the fall.

The whole situation felt like a feverish dream to you as you stared at the Cardinal. Barely real as you sat in open mouthed horror as he stooped to pick up some of the books that littered the floor.

“Oops, my apologies- ehehe!”

Your mind barely registered that Cardinal Copia himself was gathering your burden from the dusty floor. THE MAN himself was stooped and chatting away at you, none of which you could understand in your stupor. Suddenly all of your senses regained and you scrambled to pick them up before he did- mortified that you let your SUPERIOR pick up YOUR mess!

The Cardinal recoiled and sprung back as you dived to snatch the books away from him. His gloved hands creaked as he brought them to his chest, wide eyed and looking as though he expected you to slap him. You clutched half of the books close to your chest, face burning bright with embarrassment.

“N-no it’s alright, Your Eminence!” You stammered. “It was my fault!”

Helplessly you watched as the Cardinal stood back up, giving you a winning smile as he did. Your heart started to pound painfully in your chest as the breath was knocked out of you.

“At least let me get the cart for you-” He offered, prying the metal off the marble tiles.

You shuffled from foot to foot anxiously as he righted your push cart, kicking its wheel lock down so it stood still. It was a welcome relief for the burning in your arms from the heavy titles. The books hit the cart with a thud and you sighed , making quick work of the rest that were scattered on the floor. When you finished you noticed the Cardinal hovering beside you. Copia stood awkwardly, leaning in expectantly closer to you. When you realized he was waiting for you to say something your mouth went dry. You managed to cough and finally get the words out.

“T-thank you!” came the squeak, barely audible even in the quiet library.

“You are quite Welcome,” nodded Copia cheerfully. You wanted to wilt and die under his beautiful, two toned gaze.

There was another long, drawn out pause as the two of you stared at one another. You quickly watched his brow arch in confusion as he studied you. A few excruciating seconds clicked by until you realized you were still holding the last of the spilt books. Worse yet, you were gawking at the man with a gaping mouth. A part of you wished a chasm would open up under you and swallow you whole. Nerves got the best of you and your hands nearly gave out, letting the covers almost tumble out of your grasp.

Copia lurched forward and grabbed onto the bottom of your pile, keeping them for spilling everywhere. The sudden breach of personal space had your head reeling. Without thinking you jumped back, clutching your texts like a life line as your eyes were wide and scared. There was an audible thump as your back hit the bookcase behind you, nearly knocking the wind out of yourself!

You obviously startled the poor Cardinal again, who nearly tripped over the book cart in fright. He watched you with confusion and surprise etched on his face. His hackles were raised like a frightened cat. It took all your willpower not to just bolt out of the library and hide in your room. Another nervous, forced laugh escaped you as you willed yourself to die. Without thinking, you blurted out the first thing you could think of to redirect the situation. Anything to escape this train wreck!

“W-was there something I could help you find, Cardinal? W-was Sister Abigal not manning the front desk?”

It’s all you could think to say. After all, Sister Abigal had a horrible tendency to wander off instead of helping other siblings find books. You were sure that’s why the Cardinal needed to find you…. Which was odd considering he knew every library like the back of his perfectly tailored gloves. Copia studied you for a second longer before breaking out into his own awkward giggles. Your face started to burn crimson again, but not from sheer embarassment.

“Oh! No, no- I was eh- looking for you!” He punctuated this by gesturing to you with both of his hands, raising up and down to show his point.It was your turn to stare and make the man wilt under your gaze. Copia cleared his throat and looked around quickly before clapping his hands together.

“I, eh, would very much like to speak to you. Preferably in private. Is that alright with you?”

A small squeak left your lips and your mouth went dry. Privately? Your heart started beating harder than the ghoul’s drumline. Where you… being fired? Sister Abigail DID tell you that Copia was relentlessly asking about you. When she first told you, you had thought she was playing a mean joke on you! After all, she knew of your infatuation with the lead of Ghost. You had brushed it off and ignored all her insistent remarks. But she had been right, and possibly for the worst reason! Why ELSE would a man of his rank in the church be here but to scold you personally? He had a reputation for being a perfectionist.

A million thoughts flew through your head as you became dizzy. Was it because of the organizing job you did with the candles? Did you not restock the books properly? Hell’s Bells, did he even KNOW about the time you accidentally knocked over the plate of wafers for the last Black Mass! An even worse thought crossed your mind. Did he find out you snuck into the restricted section one night? Your heart nearly stopped at the idea and you let out an inaudible cry.

Cardinal Copia must have seen the utter panic on your face as he brought up his hands again, waving them frantically as he stuttered. Hot tears streaked down your face as you babbled incoherently. Copia fumbled around his cassock looking for the pocket with a tastefully embroidered handkerchief. You flinched as he approached but froze as he gently dabbed tears forming in your eyes.

“No- no tears, please? You aren’t in trouble! Ehehe- so sorry, I did not mean to frighten you!”

You relaxed, but only slightly as you studied the man. It was a strange experience for you. This was the man you both admired and feared. Hell, you practically bolted the first time he walked past you months ago! The big bad Cardinal, soon to be Papa, wasn’t this fear inducing powerful man. It slowly began to sink in that the man wiping your tears and looking around nervously was… just like you. Copia wasn’t just the confident, possibly arrogant man he was on stage. Cardinal Copia was the anxious man who looked ready to cry knowing he almost made you bawl in the middle of the library!

Something in you cracked a bit, but in the best way possible. It was Copia’s turn to look confused again as you giggled. Then he sighed, obviously relieved. Unsure of what made you turn so suddenly, but it was a relief nonetheless. He gaped as he realized he couldn’t return the soiled fabric to his pocket and awkwardly looked at you. You watched as Copia left the handkerchief on the top of your books and nodded- patting the fabric assuredly. You laughed again, startling the man and making him almost jump.

“S-sorry!” you squeaked, both sniffing and getting out the last of your giggles. The Cardinal weakly smiled to you and clasped his hands tightly together.

“So… no more tears?”

“No, no mores tears Cardinal.”

“Excellent! Now may we uh- possibly got to my office and have a chat?”

Copia winced as he suggested it, no doubt expecting another bought of sobs to come out of you. He let out a breath as you merely nodded.

“Very good, now-”

“Your Eminence?” Copia tilted his head.

“If you don’t mind my asking… what do you need to speak to me about? I know you said it’s private but…” you trailed off, setting the books down.

“Oh! You see, eh- it’s mostly… We don’t necessarily have to go to my office for-”

He babbled to himself, mouthing soundless words as he looked anywhere but at you- trying to figure out what to say. His gloved hands made circles in the air, as though grasping for the right words. Finally, the Cardinal blurted out what he had been meaning to say for weeks.

“I would very much like to take you out to dinner!”

For a moment your heart skipped a beat and you thought you would be stricken dead. Copia panicked and his hands were everywhere again.

“Not that you need to accept, but I thought-”

“Why?”

“Eh, huh?” Copia gawked at you. “Pardon?” You shyly scuffed your foot.

“Why me? I just… I want to but this seems so sudden! Shouldn’t there be plenty of others you could take?”

He seemed stunned by the revelation, and you regretted asking the moment it came out of your mouth. Cardinal Copia eased up and grasped the handle of the cart as he slowed to think more clearly.

“It’s funny- I’ve actuaaaaaLLLLLLLLLY-”

Copia screeched as the cart pushed out from under him. Even the weight of the books couldn’t keep it in place. He crashed to the floor on his side, sending the metal abomination down the aisle. If only you had warned him about the loose wheels and their broken lock guard...

The Cardinal groaned and refused to move off the ground- no doubt mortified by the entire ordeal. You kneeled empathetically at his side, placing a hand on his shoulder. You remembered the first time that happened to you and smiled.

“Yes, Cardinal.”

He flinched at your touch but offered a small, wheezy, “Yes?”

“I would love to accompany you to dinner.” Pink dusted your cheeks and nose again, a new record for the evening. You couldn’t help it, the way he snapped up to look at you with starry eyes was too precious.

“Yes?” he smiled.

“On one condition,” You giggled as Copia rose a brow.

“Anything!”

“Promise me we won’t bring the stupid cart with us.”

#copia x reader #reader insert #prize #the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost fanfic #ghost fanfiction #reader insert fic #cardinal copia #part two

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meleuki · 5 years

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Sitting & Waiting

Duff Mckagan x Reader

Warnings: DRUNK DUFF, ANGST(I GUESS???)

Word Count: 1,900+

Request/Summary: “hi can you do an imagine with duff where the reader and he are close friends and she always takes care of him when he's drunk or high but he doesn't really show his appreciation for her so she gets mad and accidentally admits she has feelings for him”

It’d been so long. I couldn’t remember the last time he’d thanked me, or said he cared. I was always there, in the background, taking care of Duff’s drunk ass. It used to just be him and I, me and him, but now I was standing just behind the line of Duff's circle of care and he wouldn't let me step back in again. Vodka, Jack, beer - any form of alcohol he could get his hands on, he would drink, that's all he wanted, and that's all he'd do, that's all he cared for anymore, his fucking alcohol.

I'd started to get calls from the other members of the band, calling just to let me know that tonight Duff would be coming home absolutely wrecked. Axl would bring him home most nights, either looking just as disappointed as me at the state that Duff was in, or drunk alongside him. I'd agreed to live with Duff a few months ago after I'd been kicked out of my old, small apartment for not being able to keep up with the payments. Duff had taken me in, and even then I'd been concerned with the amount of alcohol he'd drink during the days and nights, but it had only gotten worse. I was worried he'd drink himself into the ground one day. I was so scared that one night I'd receive a call that he'd simply drank too much; alcohol poisoning they'd say, or maybe they'd tell me he stumbled into oncoming traffic. The list went on for as long as I could think, every day I'd come up with a new scenario until the band called me. The haunting thought of one of them calling to inform me of Duff's demise always sat in the back of my mind, nagging, pinching at me to pay attention to the worst possible situation.

The sound of the door clicking open made me shoot up from my position on the couch, all my previous thoughts leaving my head, being replaced with the wonder of who had just walked into my home. I peeked my head out into the hallway, my eyes were greeted by the sight of Duff hanging off Axl’s arm, mixed up slurs pouring from his lips. Axl looked up at me, his eyes making contact with mine as I stepped into the hallway to greet them. Axl looked surprisingly completely sober, his face contorted into one of exhaustion as he struggled to keep his tall, blonde friend standing upright. Axl eventually gave up and lent him against the wall next to the door, holding him as Duff’s back slid down the wall until he was sitting against the hardwood floor. Axl looked back to me, his eyes showing how sorry he was that I had to put up with such a thing.

“Why didn’t you call?” I questioned, the words coming out as a faint whisper as I looked down at my sock covered feet, trying my best not to cry at the sight of Duff so messed up.

“We weren’t out drinking tonight,” Axl sighed, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked over my pyjamas, “We were working on the new album, and he just wouldn’t stop,”

I flinched at the new information I’d just received. It was getting worse, so bad that he couldn’t resist the urge to bring his own source of poison into the recording studio. I lifted my head up to stare at Duff, who was slumped over his own body, head in hands as he groaned from what would probably be a headache. I pushed some of my hair back from my face, looking over to Axl as he stood in the middle of my hallway, his green eyes soft with concern.

“Can you help me get him into bed?” I pondered aloud, pointing at Duff as Axl turned to look at the extremely drunk man.

“Yeah, I’m not gonna leave you with him, especially like this,” Axl agreed, hooking his arms underneath Duff’s and starting to pull him in the direction of the staircase. Groans and whines left Duff’s lips as he struggled to lift his feet over each step, his hand slipping and sliding all over the wooden railing. I looked on, not daring to believe that he had done this to himself, let himself get to this point. Axl sighed with frustration as he almost pushed Duff up the stairs, tripping over his own feet because of how much support he was giving.

Axl turned his head to me,” Maybe grab some water and pain meds, you don’t need to watch this,”

My heart broke as those words left Axl’s mouth, yet I simply nodded and made my way into the kitchen, swallowing my tears. My hands shook as I opened the medicine draw, just below the countertop. I quickly grabbed the first box of pain meds I saw, snatching an already filled bottle of water off the bench as I passed by it. Axl and Duff had already made it up to the stairs by the time I was back in the hallway. The sounds of Axl talking to Duff sternly travelled down through the corridor, echoing in my ears. I let out a shaky breath as I began to make my way up the stairs, Duff’s whining getting louder with each step that I climbed.

I eventually made it to the bedroom, being greeted by the sight of Axl with his hands on his hips, standing next to the bed that Duff’s bed. I looked past Axl’s lean torso, pressing my lips together tightly as I saw Duff on top of the bed, sprawled across the sheets messily, head resting on his arms. His bareback was now on display, and I assumed he’d probably started stripping as soon as he’d gotten past the door to his bedroom.

“Duff?” I spoke quietly, doing my best not to upset the drunk blonde.

Axl turned his head to me, Duff simply groaning in response to his name being called. I held my hands out as I stepped further into the room, standing next to Axl and gazing up at him with painkillers and water in hand. Axl gave me a small smile and took both of them from me, tapping Duff’s calf to get his attention. Again, all we got in response was a small groan from the tall man. I sighed in disappointment.

“Duff, I gotta give you some painkillers man, you were just complaining about a fucking headache, c’ mon,” Axl tapped the blonde’s leg again, eliciting a plethora of incoherent slurs from his mouth.

“What did you say?” Axl pestered, slipping one hand under Duff’s right thigh, doing his best to flip him over softly.

Duff rolled onto his back, sitting up slowly. His eyes met Axl’s, the brown orbs that were usually bright with colour were tainted red, blotchy with the effect of the alcohol he consumed.

“I don’t want it from you,” Duff whined, running a tired hand over his eyes before turning his gaze to me, “can you please give it to me, (Y/N)?”

I froze, a sad smile drifting across my face as Axl groaned and handed me the painkillers. I moved towards Duff, letting out a surprised gasp when he grabbed at my hips, pulling me towards him quickly. I stood between Duff’s legs, his forehead resting against my pyjama shirt; just below my breasts. I ran a pointer finger over Duff’s head, catching some of his messy blonde locks on my finger and tucking them behind his ear.

“Come on now, I gotta give you these,” I whispered, lifting Duff’s face up from my body by his chin.

Duff opened his mouth, allowing me to pop the two white, oval-shaped pills on top of his tongue. I handed him the water bottle, carefully making sure his fingers were wrapped around the plastic before he chucked his head back, swallowing the pills with ease.

“Ok, I’m gonna go. Call me if you need help with anything, (Y/N),” Axl’s voice entered my ears, and I nodded, humming in response. My eyes didn’t leave Duff’s as he dropped his chin against my stomach, looking up at me with a sense of childlike innocence. It almost didn’t make sense, this man looked the most like a child when he had done something that no child would ever do. I thought about Duff eventually having a family, and my heart almost broke at the image that flicked through my brain. A broken man, with nowhere to go. A drunk, with no family.

I was so lost in thought that I hadn’t noticed Duff lifting up my shirt slowly, his cool fingers sliding across my skin. I squeaked in surprise as he began to kiss along my stomach, dragging his tongue across my skin roughly. My hands moved to his hair and I basked in the feeling of his lips on my skin, for I knew that this would probably be the only time I’d ever feel them against me. I used the grip I had in his hair to pull his face away from my body, pushing him back onto the bed. The childlike look that had been his eyes a few moments ago had completely disappeared, replaced by one of raw hunger and lust.

“Duff, no,” I did my best to sound stern, stepping away from the bed to make my way towards the bedroom door.

“Okay, whatever,” Duff huffed, placing his hands on top of his pale stomach. My heart ached at the boring sound of his words.

“You’re not going to say thank you?” I sighed, turning towards Duff as he sat upon his elbows to look at me, “Nothing?”

Duff furrowed his eyebrows, “Thank you for what?”

“Fuck you, Duff,” I groaned, turning around to walk out of the room again, tired of his drunken antics. I paused at the doorway, contemplating my actions before deciding against my better judgement and doing it anyway.

“All I do is take care of your drunk ass when you come home. I clean, and I cook, and I worry about you and whether you’re going to come home to me or not. I think I deserve a thank you for taking care of your ass every time you can barely walk,” I didn’t yell or raise my voice, I just told him what I thought.

“Whether I’m going to come to you or not? You’re not my wife?” Duff sat up straight, his body falling forward to rest on his knees.

“Maybe I’d like to be,” I spoke quietly now, hoping he wouldn’t pick up on my words.

“You what?”

My face flushed red as I realised he’d heard me, and I shot my body up straight, “Nothing!”

I rushed to get past the doorway, gripping the door handle in my hand and dragging it towards me in an effort to close it, pausing before it shut fully, “Goodnight Duff.”

“Wait!” Duff’s voice echoed in my ears as I shut the door, hearing the handle click into place as I let it go again. I hope he didn’t remember that in the morning.

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ofmaeves · 4 years

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all the texts lmao bye bitch

Send “✆” for a MORNING text.

[ from MAEVE, flashback ] i put a cup of tea by the bed for you when you wake up, but i had to run to a meeting.

[ from MAEVE, flashback ] i love you sm

[ from MAEVE, flashback ] don’t forget i’m making dinner tonight

Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT.

[ from MAEVE ] god i just keep thinking about everything and i’m so sorry about how long i waited. i should have told you sooner. things could have been so different.

Send “☎” for a RUSHED text.

[ from MAEVE, flashback ] dropped milk all over the floor

[ from MAEVE, flashback ] be careful it’s slippery

[ from MAEVE, flashback ] do we need anything else from the store?

Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.

[ from MAEVE, flashback ] i shld not be drinking

[ from MAEVE, flashback ] i hads a fews

[ from MAEVE, flashback ] baaaaaaaabe where’d u go

[ from MAEVE, flashback ] oh nvm ur right next to me

[ from MAEVE, flashback ] I LOVE YOOOOOOOOU

Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text.

[ from MAEVE, flashback ] when are you coming home???????

[ from MAEVE, flashback ] rude making me wait

[ from MAEVE, flashback ] i’m JUST SAYING

Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text.

[ from MAEVE ] do you ever think about what it would be like if things were different???

[ from MAEVE ] ..... ignore that it’s 3 am and i haven’t slept in 2 days

Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text.

[ from MAEVE ] did you tell someone???

[ from MAEVE ] i thought we said we were going to WAIT to tell anyone about this

[ from MAEVE ] what the FUCK remy

Send “#” for a RANDOM text.

[ from MAEVE ] do you ever think about how captain hook has one hand, but when he’s smoking he has two cigars???????

Send “@” for a SCARED text.

[ from MAEVE, flashback ] okay there’s ABSOLUTELY something moving in the apartment walls and no i’m NOT crazy. yes, i texted elvie and he said it’s a ghost, but i’m sure it’s not and WHEN ARE YOU GETTING HOME I DONT WANT TO DIE ALONE

Send “&” for a LOVING text.

[ from MAEVE, flashback ] it’s been seven months and 4 days since we met & six months and 12 days since we started dating. don’t ask me why i remember that exactly. i just do. but i’m so happy to have met you. it was probably one of the worst couple of months of my life before i met you and you’ve helped me turn things around and i can’t imagine how things would be without you here with me.

Send “%” for a CURIOUS text.

[ from MAEVE ] i can’t remember are you allergic to anything????

Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text.

[ from MAEVE, flashback ] BABE !!! the publishing house picked up my new book!!!!!!!!!!!! they’re gonna publish it.

Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.

[ from MAEVE ] i miss you so much

[ from MAEVE ] oh shit uh, ignore that

Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

[ from MAEVE ] i found some more photos that had fallen out of the albums i was showing you. and if you want to see them i can send them to you? courier them over? or i could......bring them?

#✏ ━━ answers ❞#hi my name's hope and this is some big emo hours rn #sntremy

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like-twilight · 4 years

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I’m jus’ gon do this cause why not I stole it from Here.

1: 6 of the songs you listen to most?

According to my last.fm in the last seven days: 1: ATEEZ: Wave 2: ATEEZ: Illusion 3: ATEEZ: Win 4: TxT: Run Away 5: ATEEZ: Precious 6: ATEEZ: Say My Name

Guys. I like Ateez.

2: If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?

My sister.

3: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17.

Well I ain’t standin’ up so here’s line 17 from page 23 of Vale which is on my computer.

““Well then, Your Highness,” I say and crouch down, trying to get a look of her face”

4: What do you think about most?

Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad things.

5: What does your latest text message from someone else say?

From a real person that’s not an automated message from a bank or a website it’s from my co-worker from October 26th that says “Ok I’ll do it, print it then I’ll replace it”

6: Do you sleep with or without clothes on?

Well. PJ’s are clothes so.

7: What's your strangest talent?

I don’t think I have any.

8: Girls... (finish the sentence); Boys... (finish the sentence)

Girls not allowed. Boys also not allowed. Leave me alone. (My nb friends can come tho.)

9: Ever had a poem or song written about you?

If I did then the creator didn’t tell me :”D

10: When is the last time you played the air guitar?

I... can’t recall.

11: Do you have any strange phobias?

Frogs.

12: Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose?

Maybe as a baby?

13: What's your religion?

I don’t belieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeve.

14: If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?

I’m not outside. But I’d probably be going to work or the store or the post office.

15: Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?

Behind.

16: Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band?

Ateez!

17: What was the last lie you told?

“I’m okay!” #deep

18: Do you believe in karma?

god no!

19: What does your URL mean?

It’s a quote from Ateez’s Twilight.

20: What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength?

I’m very depressed. Strength is probably that I’m still alive? Idk

21: Who is your celebrity crush?

Idk. Find a lot of famous people attractive I-? I Don’t have just like The Celebrity Crush. Jeong Yunho’s cute tho.

22: Have you ever gone skinny dipping?

No.

23: How do you vent your anger?

I throw a temper tantrum.

24: Do you have a collection of anything?

Just a mason jar of my tears. Also every Ateez album released so far.

25: Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?

Neither! Fucking email me, bro.

26: Are you happy with the person you've become?

God no :D

27: What's a sound you hate; sound you love?

Ambulance sirens hate. Fuckin... panflute I love.

28: What's your biggest "what if"?

What if I was a... giraffe.? Or a tardigrade.

29: Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?

I believe in things we can’t perceive scientifically or whatever. Not ghosts per se, like souls of dead people or whatever. Also yes to aliens.

30: Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm.

Nothin I’m jus sittin on my bed. If I move my arms up and down a bit then my blanket and a bottle of water.

31: Smell the air. What do you smell?

Nothin. Is just my room.

32: What's the worst place you have ever been to?

Uuuh a cemetery?

33: Choose: East Coast or West Coast?

In America? Idk which is less racist in general?

34: Most attractive singer of your opposite gender?

What’s an “opposite” gender? I know you mean male but I refuse to give into the cISSEXIST SCUm.

35: To you, what is the meaning of life?

I have no idea what that means.

36: Define Art.

the expression or application of human creative skill and imagination, typically in a visual form such as painting or sculpture, producing works to be appreciated primarily for their beauty or emotional power.

37: Do you believe in luck?

Yes. But I’ve never been the lucky one unfortunately.

38: What's the weather like right now?

Uuuh I have to google it. Clear. 8°

39: What time is it?

21:30

40: Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?

No. But I probably would.

41: What was the last book you read?

Pfssssshhhh, one that wasn’t written by me? Fucks me, dude. Fault In Our Stars? The Death Cure? I can’t remember, it’s been years.

42: Do you like the smell of gasoline?

Yeah!

43: Do you have any nicknames?

Tia.

44: What was the last film you saw?

Uuuuuuuuhhh... UUUUHHHHHHHHH How to Train Your Dragon 3, it was nice.

45: What's the worst injury you've ever had?

Had a bleeding spine! Kinda miss it tbh.

46: Have you ever caught a butterfly?

I probably haven’t tried, I’ve just tried to get them to land on me.

47: Do you have any obsessions right now?

Uuuh I’m into Ateez these days.

48: What's your sexual orientation?

I’m byesexual.

49: Ever had a rumour spread about you?

Yes.

50: Do you believe in magic?

Again, I do believe things could exist we can’t scientifically explain but idk. Not in the Harry Potter magic way.

51: Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?

No, cause I believe everything is my fault.

52: What is your astrological sign?

Aries.

53: Do you save money or spend it?

I save money TO spend. I think I found a healthy balance.

54: What's the last thing you purchased?

A fukin... bike. That’s like in your room. Not by accident but because it’s meant to be there.

55: Love or lust?

Like.. in what context? Love? Idk.

56: In a relationship?

Love.

57: How many relationships have you had?

None relationships.

58: Can you touch your nose with your tongue?

I can’t.

59: Where were you yesterday?

Like on average? Or 24 hours ago exactly. Cause I was at work for eight hours and then I was just on my bed.

60: Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?

Yeah, my phone case.

61: Are you wearing socks right now?

Ye.

62: What's your favourite animal?

Cat? Idk.

63: What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you?

:DDDD If I had any then people would like me.

64: Where is your best friend?

????

65: Give me your top 5 favourite blogs on Tumblr.

I... I dunno? The ones I follow?

66: What is your heritage?

I don’t know what that means. Like what I’m gonna be remembered by? I whined a lot!

67: What were you doing last night at 12AM?

Cried.

68: What do you think is Satan's last name?

Choi.

69: Be honest. Ever gotten yourself off?

Why would I lie about masturbation. Yeah I did.

70: Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend?

Fuck no.

71: You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?

Save the dog, fuck off.

72: You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?

a) I am telling everyone. b) Be paralysed by fear and waste all of it. c) Yes, very much.

73: You can only have one of these things; trust or love.

I feel like that’s stupid.

74: What's a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?

Illusion by Ateez these days.

75: What are the last four digits in your cell phone number?

4153

76: In your opinion, what makes a great relationship?

I wouldn’t know, buddy.

77: How can I win your heart?

Just be nice to me and I’ll probably be emotionally attached to you for life, sorry.

78: Can insanity bring on more creativity?

I don’t think insanity is the cause for any creativity. If an insane person is creative then they would be creative with a sound mind too.

79: What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far?

Got into kpop, that was nice.

80: What size shoes do you wear?

81: What would you want to be written on your tombstone?

“Balled 2 hard lol”

82: What is your favourite word?

There are too many words.

83: Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart.

Kokoro.

84: What is a saying you say a lot?

I don’t think there is one.

85: What's the last song you listened to?

Treasure by Ateez.

86: Basic question; what's your favourite colour/colours?

Pink and yellow.

87: What is your current desktop picture?

A picture of.. Ateez... sorry.

88: If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be?

Donald Trump.

89: What would be a question you'd be afraid to tell the truth on?

Uh, I think I’m p truthful, yeah. Ask me anything.

90: One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren't really doing anything, they're just standing around your bed. What do you do?

Scream. Maybe scramble on the floor and push past them if I can.

91: You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what's even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power?

Immortality!

92: You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?

Oh geez. I was on a carousel in Italy once, that was awesome.

93: You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?

The one that gave me depression idk which one it was but can it go away?

94: You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be?

Ehh, I don’t want that. Like... I don’t know those people, they could be Awful in bed or just in general too. Like I need an emotional bond first and they don’t even know me and I only know the persona they show to the public. Plus it could potentially ruin the music for me later on, it’d be weird, no thank you.

95: You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?

UUUUUHHHHH I DUNNO Lyon cause Grenoble doesn’t have an airport. Well, actually my sister isn’t in Grenoble right now. Hm well if I grab my card before I go then I can just find a hotel there until she comes home.

96: Do you have any relatives in jail?

I don’t think so?

97: Have you ever thrown up in the car?

I had to throw up in a car and then asked the driver to stop the car so I can throw up outside the car.

98: Ever been on a plane?

Yes. Seven times. SEVEN TIMES? Yeah, holy shit.

99: If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say?

Someone help me, I am so so so incredibly in need of help, please. Please. Thank you.

#about me #personal

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sujus-girl · 6 years

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Disclaimer: This is just for fun, so please don’t take it too seriously. This is not an official profile or anything like that!

A GUIDE TO PENTAGON

I actually had a lot of fun making my guide to JBJ, so I was like?? What other group do I love that doesn’t get the attention they deserve? …. PENTAGON

Are y’all ready to cringe? To sigh? To question what is going on with these children? Then, without further ado, I present to you: Pentagon: My Shitty Guide to 10 Toddlers

Group Name: Pentagon

First appeared on a show called Pentagon Maker, which was called a survival show, but SPOILER ALERT: Cube decided to do the right thing and debuted all 10 members together

If I’m going to be 100% honest, I still dk where to find the full episodes, but there are a ton of clips on youtube, and, honestly, I was satisfied with just watching those

ALL OF THEM HAVE REALLY GOOD VISUALS? LIKE, I SAY THIS WITH EVERY GROUP, BUT SERIOUSLY, PENTAGON HAS SOME A+++ VISUALS

Beware because they’re very. Very. very. Loud

The fandom name is universe and i just think that’s so cute OKAY?

Ofiicial Music Videos: Gorilla, Can You Feel It, Critical Beauty, Pretty Pretty, Run Away, Like This, Violet

Personal Favorite Non-Title Tracks: Thank You, Beautiful, You Are, Spectacular, and Lose yourself

Aight, we have ten members to go through this time, so BUCKLE UP, MY FRIENDS

Members:

Jo Jinho

The oldest member of pentagon

Vvv smol baby. Is only 5’6”

Is scared very easily lmfao

May be smol but has A HELLA SET OF LUNGS

High note king that leaves almost everyone shook

Used to be in SM the Ballad, but left and became a trainee again under cube entertainment

Had trained for EIGHT FRICKIN YEARS, DO NOT SLEEP ON MY BOI

I guess he gave vocal lessons to cube trainees like Yoo Seonho (someone pls KINDLY let me know if i’m wrong)

Drops a bunch of covers and spoils Universe with his voice, thx boo

Usually gets paired with hongseok for stuff?? Idk

Has a room by himself in the dorms, lucky boi

ALSO A MUSICAL THEATER ACTOR?? ALL SHOOK UP REALLY HAD US ALL SHOOK UP

Videos to Watch: (1) (2) (3)

Lee HwiTaek (Hui)

The leader of this mess

Got pretty popular after the song Never was released, then continue to leave people quaking after Energetic was released

Is an A+ Singer and Producer, we love a talented man

Is vvvv scared of everything and also has a lot of tears (we love a man in touch with his emotions)

A former JYP trainee

Got7’s JB said that one time, Got7’s Mark got into a fight with him, Hui, and B.A.P.’s Youngjae and Day6’s Brian had to translate the argument LOL

Also in a subunit called Triple H that consists of him, E’Dawn and Hyuna

Also has a room to himself

HONEY SOCKS

Has a fanboy named Yoo Seonho that loves him vvv much, and they even went to vietnam together

also appeared on this variety show called hyena’s on the keys and flaunted his composing SKILZ

Videos to Watch: (1) (2) (3)

Yang Hongseok

A former YG trainee

Was on the show that created iKon, and it was…. Oof

He was new at the time, so it was kinda awkward and tense, but it got better

Is obsessed with working out, and has the abs of a greek god as a result

Reads books in his free time, and enjoys studying foreign languages

He moved around when he was younger, so he can speak Mandarin and English (we love an intelligent man)

Apparently the mom?? Cooks and cleans for the babies in the dorm

Shares a room with E’Dawn

Also really likes Iron Man… and Jinho

The members say he’s the worst at dancing in the group LOL

It’s okay though, cause he’s vvv talented in other aspects

Videos to Watch: (1) (2) (3)

Kim HyoJung (E’Dawn)

“I have no fear” not even two seconds later *HIGH PITCH SCREAMING*

Can reach an octave i didn’t think human possible

A little weird, but that’s okay!

Is also in Triple H with Hui and Hyuna

Hongseok’s roommate

Is really good at dancing, wow

Kinda looks tired 24/7, but we’re pretty sure that’s just his face. Like you know how some people have resting bitch face? E’Dawn has resting tired face.

TATTOOS!

Sry, i just really like tattoos, lol

But yeah! E’Dawn has multiple tattoos! Since it’s like 1 in the morning and I’m kinda tired, I’m not gonna try and think of all of them, but they should all show up if you just google e’dawn tattoos lol sorry

Videos to Watch: (1) (2) (3)

Go Shinwon

Has trouble keeping his clothes on apparently

Like for real, just casually pulled his pants down and took his shirt off multiple times in pentagon maker

Is scared of animals because one time because… um…. let’s just say that there was an unfortunate incident with his pet hamster when he was in like middle school... yeah

Was eliminated during Pentagon maker, but four remaining members broke into cube late at night and put up posters saying they wanted pentagon to debut as ten

Gets mad real easily

Has broad shoulders… Like real broad. Edawn and yanan fell asleep on his shoulders and they were comfortable

Shares a room with Kino

Also really likes Mcdonalds?? Like, this boy put on a burger hat and ate a mcdonalds burger.

Really hates bugs LOL

Videos to Watch: (1) (2) (3)

Yeo Changgu (Yeo One)

Has a visual that a lot of foreigners seem to really like? That’s just something I noticed, I know it’s not the general consensus

Is also an actor, he appeared in a webdrama called Spark and was the main actor for a historical drama not too long ago

Shares a room with yanan

Is yanan’s biggest fan

Has a laugh that can revive wilting flowers tbh

Talks a lot too

Sucks at table tennis

He and hui put ducktape on their legs and ripped it off

GIVE HIM MORE LINES PLS

Videos to Watch: (1) (2) (3)

Yan An

“MADE IN CHINA!”

“Annyeong chingudel”

He’s from Shanghai

Hella model vibes, amirite or amirite

He injured himself when preparing for the Ceremony album, and he had to sit out and everyone was vvv sad and vvv worried

Got better and is back, and more random than ever

Sometimes says things that are real funny, even if he doesn’t intend for it to be

“What are you talking about, this is plastic”

“You… You’re in big trouble!”

“Korean name is Yanan. Chinese name is Yanan. English Name? Yanan.”

Also once called Jinho a foreigner, even tho Jinho is Korean and they were in Korea?

May be tol and handsome, but he’s really just a big toddler

Scared of roller coasters

Roommates with yeo one who loves him v much (yeo one has the right idea, y’all)

Videos to Watch: (1) (2) (3)

Adachi Yuto

“YUTODA”

A japanese prince

AN ATHLETE! Played baseball and used to do soccer

A former JYP trainee

Good friends with Yuto (U) from ONF because they both used to be JYP trainees and also NCT’s Yuta

Shares a room with Wooseok and will laugh at anything he says

Milk couple

Can’t eat spicy food for shit

Hella tall

Also appeared predebut at ISAC 2015 for futsall

A bby that is afraid of many things. Especially the dark. On pentagon maker, the crew turned off the lights and he real cutely went “pd-nim~” and i almost cried it was so cute

“What’s your favorite ice cream flavor?” “Ice cream.”

Says he can’t do aegyo, but he hella cute already, so it’s okay

Also once danced shirtless and i almost sued, you a child Boi (i say as I am younger than him)

Videos to Watch: (1) (2) (3)

Kang Hyunggu (Kino)

A whole cutie

I legit that he was my age or younger cause he was just so adorable

Only 4 days younger than yuto and 4 days older than wooseok, but he a whole baby

They did a vlive for wooseok, yuto, and kino’s birthdays and when they were getting into teams, hongseok was chosen to be in kino’s team but he said it so emotionlessly that kino got all pouty LOL

A dancing king

“I was going to go easy on you, but you called me Hyunggu”

Has a lot of friends in k-pop, he vvv popular

Shares a room with shinwon

A laugh that motivates me to be a better person

Saved the entire world by eating watermelon in front of cameras BLESS

“Get it Kino Beauty”

Proceeded to destroy yanan’s face with makeup RIP

Makes funny faces that i sometimes screenshot and send to my friends at 2 in the morning

ALSOALSOALSO, he had this little dance solo in Critical Beauty and I was LIVING for it

Videos to Watch: (1) (2) (3)

Jung Wooseok

The baby of the group

HELLA TOL??? LIKE WTF, IF YOU LOOK AT PHOTOS OF JINHO AND WOOSEOK STANDING NEXT TO EACH OTHER HE LOOKS LIKE A FREAKING GIRAFFE

He was sleeping backstage once and yuto put a chocopie in front of his mouth and he sleepily tried to eat it and i was :((((( he was so cute

Really likes yuto, they’re usually paired together for stuff. Like dorms

Really likes anime, legend has it that if you play samurai heart at exactly 1:23 AM, wooseok will appear behind you and sing along

Imitates an opera singer and achieves an octave that i would imagine isn’t humanly possible for someone with a voice as deep as his

Has a fanboy names Lai Guanlin from wanna one, and he will not let anyone forget about his precious Wooseok

Once did an eating broadcast with super spicy food and accidentally got some in his eye and the rest of pentagon thought it was the funniest thing ever RIP

Videos to Watch: (1) (2) (3)

That was a journey! We’re almost done, though!

Videos Of Pentagon to Watch! Weekly Idol with Victon and Momoland! (X) This crack (?) series that I live for (X) The VLive that was all sorts of mess (X) Triple H Weekly Idol (only Hui and E’Dawn) (X) This clip from Pentagon Maker that was all sorts of mess, even with only 4 members (X) Hui, Wooseok, and E’Dawn trying to cook (X) This other VLive that was all sorts of mess (X) Pentagon Heyo TV (Mafia Game Cut) (X)

AND THERE YOU HAVE IT! A VERY SHORT, SHITTY GUIDE TO PENTAGON! I hope this helps anyone wanting to get into Pentagon, or even just makes an Universe smile! Now go and bask in the glory that is Pentagon’s craziness! Bye!

#pentagon #jo jinho #lee hwitaek #hui #kim hyojung #e'dawn #yang hongseok #yeo changgu #yeo one #yanan #adachi yuto #kino #kang hyunggu #jung wooseok #triple h #cube #mine

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moonstone-writes · 6 years

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When Gladio and Ignis are apart, Ignis sends him photos. Sometimes it gets awkward when Gladio has company ;)

Everybody Lives AU

BECAUSE WHY THE HELL NOT

Gladio is on a ten day training mission the first time it happens, two days in and apparently Ignis, not content with sending him an hourly message reporting on his day has started sending him photos.

When his phone buzzes Gladio doesn’t think much of it and pulls it out expecting to see another text from Iggy detailing the minutes from some boring as shit council meeting instead it’s a picture of his lover with his shirt open giving him bedroom eyes. Gladio’s face contorts and he shoves the phone away before any of the other Glaives beside him at their campfire can see.

“You alright there Big Guy?” Someone notices his furtive look and claps him on the shoulder.

Gladio nearly throws his phone into the fire. “Fine.” He grunts managing to school his expression into some form of neutrality. Ifrit’s flaming arse, the last thing he needs is for a bunch of soldiers to know he’s getting sent dirty pictures, he’d never hear the end of it. Honestly Ignis could not have picked a worse time.

The second time it happens, Gladio is sitting next to Cor in the Officer’s Mess, Ignis has gone to Tenebrae with Lunafreya on some diplomatic… thing, Gladio can’t remember what. They’ve been apart for four days this time and the only person more upset at their absence than Gladio is His Royal Crankiness who is sulking like a child because he misses his wife.

His phone buzzes and Gladio, still stuffing galura stew into his face (it’s not as good as Ignis’ but then nothing is) opens the message. He chokes on his dinner, it’s another picture, in it Ignis is wearing a tie, and only a tie.

“Amicitia?” Cor leans over and starts smacking him on the back. “What in the stars is wrong with you man?”

Gladio slams his phone face down onto the table so hard for a moment he’s worried he’s cracked the screen and grabs his beer skaling it in one long pull. “Nothing.” He wheezes. “Nothing.”

“By the Six man, what’s the King going to do if a bowl stew kills his bodyguard?”

Gladio slips his phone back into his pocket,mercifully Cor hadn’t seen the message. Gladio was going to have to have FIRM words with Ignis about his timing. This would have been far worse than the other Glaives finding out, in fact he couldn’t actually imagine a worse scenario.

The third time it happens Gladio is in Galadin Quay with his family, it’s his mother’s birthday and she had insisted on a week long holiday with Iris, Gladio and Clarus (Ignis had been invited but he’d declined, Noct couldn’t afford to have the two of them away for that long especially not with the baby coming)

The four of them are having drinks on the deck looking out over the water, the sea breeze is cool and the sunset is painting the sky riotous colours. He’s three days into the holiday and even though Ignis is in Insomnia only a day’s drive away he’s missing him terribly. He smiles when he hears his message tone, ready to reply saying he’d just been thinking about Iggy but he stops dead at the picture Ignis has sent.

In it he’s got one of Gladio’s old hoodies on, long bare legs tucked up against his chest, this picture has a caption. It smells like you, it reads. Something in Gladio’s chest goes tight and he smiles down at his phone like an idiot.

“What are you looking at so happily Brother?” Iris asks next to him.

Gladio goes to show her but another message comes through, another picture. Ignis has taken off the hoodie… there’s nothing on underneath. Gladio fumbles his phone accidentally flinging it up into the air. He watches it arc high tumbling end over end, landing in squarely in his father’s outstretched hand. Gladio takes a hasty second to mentally review his last will and testament because he knows he will die of embarrassment right here on this spot if his father sees what’s on his phone.

Clarus extends the phone back toward him, “you should be more careful my son. Clumsiness is not an acceptable trait in a King’s Shield.”

“Clarus.” Gladio’s mother admonishes. “Don’t talk to your son like that.”

It takes all of Gladio’s willpower not to snatch the phone from his father instead taking it slowly with forced casualness. “Sorry.” He says.

Clarus turns back to his wife giving her, her refilled drink and Gladio counts his blessings, Iris is still looking at him curiously but Gladio doesn’t elaborate or make any further efforts to show her his phone lest more pictures are incoming.

This is the worst time he decides. This is the absolute worst possible time his boyfriend could be sending him naked pictures. No way in the nine hells is Ignis topping this.

The fourth time it happens Gladio is sitting in the Royal apartments sprawled on Noctis and Luna’s couch. They’ve been taking it in turns trying to soothe the fussy new Crown Princess.

“C’mon Nova… sleep please.” Prompto moans jigging back and forth, the screaming baby held against his shoulder.

“The night and the moon made a baby that won’t sleep.” Gladio says tiredly. “What a surprise.”

“You’re not helping.” Prompto says sulkily.

Lunafreya, with her endless grace and patience gets to her feet. “Here Prompto I can take her.”

“No I’ve got her.” Noctis says taking their daughter from Prompto. “Come here Little Star. I think desperate times call for desperate measures… it’s time for the song.”

There was a chorus of groans,

“Oh no Noct please.”

“Your Majesty I don’t think that’s necessary.”

“If it gets her to sleep, I will listen to the damn song again.” Noctis says as he begins to pace.

Gladio pulls his phone out, “I’ve got the video saved I’ll play it.” He says and then in his sleep deprived haze he accidently clicks on the wrong album. Opening saved pictures instead of saved videos.

“Is that Ignis?” A voice behind his shoulder asks.

Gladio goes ridgid. His King, the man he has sworn to protect, the man he’s known since he was a scrawny, spoiled kid is looking down at the incredibly compromising pictures of his friend,steward and chief advisor on Gladio’s phone.

“Yes.” Gladio says.

Noctis snorts, “hey Prompto you might want to give Iggy some pointers about lighting and composition.”

Prompto lifts his head from Lunafreya’s shoulder. “Huh? Uh yeah sure okay.”

“That will not be necessary.” Ignis snaps and there is such righteous indignation on his face that Lunafreya, of all people laughs.

And then the rest of them are laughing too.

In the end Gladio wipes tears from his eyes and plays the world’s most annoying song for Stellanova who finally, finally stops screaming and drifts to sleep.

Of all the people who could have seen he thinks, it could have been worse.

Ignis comes over and sits beside him holding his hand.

Yes, Gladio thinks. It could have been far worse.

#mayurei #final fantasy xv #ffxv #gladnis

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