#like. looking out the window imagining you're in a music video listening to this school

[charlotterenaissance]

charlotte would definitely be listening to this while driving away after season two

#like. looking out the window imagining you're in a music video listening to this school #charlotte watsford #h2o just add water #ariana grande #we can't be friends #music headcanons

[sunnyie-eve]

Celebrity Crush || Adorable habit

Paring: Joseph Quinn x Original female costar

Word Count: 3209

Summary: Puppies and first times

Warnings: cute interactions

A/N: For this I’ll be using my OFC in Trouble in Hawkins for this OFC to play her.

Last: Theories & More | Next: Ridiculous Questions

"We're not even on set anymore and you still listen to this song?" Joe gives me a look while we hang around to hotel waiting for interviews to be set up. "Because it's one of my favorite songs and I love music from the 80's." I give him a look as I scroll through my phone looking at videos and pictures I took while on set.

"I feel you, Johanna. I feel you, I was half convinced I'd waken, Satisfied enough to dream you. Happily I was mistaken, Johanna." I sing to bug Jamie as he sat in full Vecna makeup on his phone. "Please, Presley not again." He glances up at me. "I'll steal you, Johanna. I'll steal you. Do they think that walls can hide you? Even now I'm at your window. I am in the dark beside you. Buried sweetly in your yellow hair." I continue to sing making him huff, "Presley, love, stop." He tilts his head. "I feel you, Johanna. And one day, I'll steal you, 'Til I'm with you and I'm with you there, Buried sweetly in your yellow hair." I put my all into it as I finish as I reach out to him with my free hand. "You sounded wonderful like always. You're done now right?" He ask so I stopped filming.

I laugh at how he got an annoyed because anytime we were near each other I would sing it. I decide to post the video online for fun. Plus fans would love it. "They still aren't ready?" Joseph joins us. "Nope." I read comments on the video. "What are you up to?" He comes over sitting down next to me. "Just going though my camera roll seeing what I can post without giving things away I took on set." I look over at him. He moves closer and puts his arm on the back behind me to see my phone better. "What about that photo?" He taps on one making it bigger. It was us dressed up because we were on break sitting at the school lunch a table eating pretzels laughing at something. Gaten was the one who took the picture and sent it to us.

"That's a good choice." I turn my head giving him a smile. "It's one of my favorites of us together on set because we're just being us. We weren't trying to take a photo or video. Gaten just happen to catch the moment." He smiles back and I glance at his lips for just a millisecond. "True and he didn't send it to us until a week later." I laugh and post it to Instagram. "We gotta teach you have to use social media." I add making him laugh. "I feel like it's not my thing. The type of person I am." He shakes his head. "Just have one to look at other people things or just for friends. You don't have to post things of you don't want to." I let him know. "I'll think about it." He does his tongue thing.

"I find that so adorable." I slightly turn to face him at an angle. "What?" He asks confused. "The thing you do with your tongue. When you go like this." I do what he does. "It's embarrassing when you call it adorable." He whines. "It's not like I go around saying it to everyone and the whole world. It's just what I think and let you know." I explain to him. "Well, if my habit is adorable your nose scrunch habit is." He tells me. "This thing?" I do it. "It's adorable." He says before doing his habit. "But if I say it now?" I roll my eyes in a playful way. "Fine, I'll let it pass." He does the same making me laugh at him. "I'm glad you got the role of Eddie. Sad it was short though... But I can't imagine anyone else playing him as well as you did. Plus I got to add a great new person into my life."

They tell us it was time so we head into the room and take our seats. "Have any of you forget your part?" She asks and and everyone says all the time but I said only a few times. "Any hilarious situation on the movie that's stuck in you mind?" She asks. "Funny situations? There's so many." I think about it while Maya talks about our yogurt night. We were confused till she said golf cart racing making us laugh about it. Then talked about night shoots being hot an cold. Next we were playing a little game having to pick between two things a our characters. "Sorry one more time." Joseph asks. "We're in characters picking between tow things." Maya tell him.

"Working in Scoops Ahoy or Family video?" She asks us so we say Family Video. "Steve picking up girls would be more fun to watch because he would fail." I say my answer then say fight for Nancy's love because you can't die. When she was done we have a guy next staring with Joseph about how he sees Eddie. Joe, Maya and I tell him we have experience with video stores. And Natalia talks about how people can relate to the show. "Did any of you actually played Dungeons and Dragons?" He asks us. "I played once." Natalia tells him. "I did actually over the pandemic. I played Dungeons and Dragons with some friends and it was pretty difficult actually." Joe adds while Maya says her uncle is a Dungeons Master. Then we tell him there's gonna be a season five because some people don't think so.

The next lady was challenging us to a Stranger Things Imposable quiz and playing against Sadie, Caleb, and Priya. "They're very smart." Joe says making me agree. "But we have you and your pretty smart too." He adds. "Round One trivia, we'll start with a relatively easy one. On what date does Will Byers go missing?" She asks us ad we think. "No, I don't think it's the 7th. I'm sure it's the 6th. November 6th 1983." I say but Joe locks in the 7th and we get it wrong. "I should listen to you." He groans. "You said before we started, I was pretty smart then choose to ignore me." I look back at him.

"Question two; Who founded Hawkins Middle School AV Club?" She asks us. "Oh, that's um.. Bob right?" Joe asks making me look at him puzzled, "No... or was it" I tell him but again he was set on it. "Was it not the teacher?" Natalia asks. "I'm having a brain fart of his name." I try to think harder. "Wait, Joe might be right on this one. I don't think it's Mr. Clark. Ugh!" I cover my face as Natalia just says Mr. Clark. "No, it was Bob." She says making us all groan and Joseph lets out a laugh making me laugh too.

"Question three; What flavor Slurpee does Alexei ask Hopper to pick up for him?" She asks. "Cherry!" I shout out making the others laugh at me. "We'll go with cherry." Joe points at me and we get it. "On the night the Scoops Troop get stuck in the Russian elevator, where does Erica say she's meant to be?" She asks and I think back to watching that episode. While Maya and Joe talk it out. "Sleepover." They says. "Tina's house. Because Steve snaps saying, I don't care about Tina! Or Uncle Jack's party! Your mom's not gonna be able to find us if we're dead in a Russian elevator! Therefore, Skylar is going to kill me in the afterlife!" I quote as we get the point. "Oh, yeah." He remembers.

"What is the first message that Will spells out though the Christmas lights and letters on the wall?" Was the next question. "Was run, right?" Natalia says and we're told it's second. "I'm here... Right here?" Joe sips on his drink. "Right here." Joe does his ET impression and points his finger at Joseph who laughs. "What are six things that Eleven's mother Terry says on a loop?" She asks and I had no clue because I skip those episodes when I watch at times. "Chicken noddle soup." I start to crack up at Joe. "Rainbow. Sunflower." We get two. "Chicken noddle soup." Joe says again making me shake my head laughing. "Guys, I say we throw the towel in on this one." He says so we agree.

"Round two, Who said it." She tells us. "If anyone asks where I am, I've left the country." She reads. "Joyce. Erica. "Joseph says. "I was going to say maybe Finn." Joe says and I point my finger at him, "Yeah, he tells his mom." I agree and we get it. "How many children are you friends with?" She says and we easily get it. "Why, who do you have to look good for?" She says and I let everyone think because I knew it was me. "Oh, Skylar." Maya picks her head up. "When?" Joe asks confused. "It's before you push me into the backroom against the door while play fighting about the part where we followed the guy to Jazzercise." I explain it quickly. "Oh yeah."

"Okay, it's official I'm never having kids." We all thing about it and get it wrong because it was Dustin. "You're all so nerdy, it makes me physically ill.." She reads and we say Erica. Next question was worth a lot of points and we just had to be closer than the other team. "How many  times does Joyce say Will's name in season 1?" She asks. "Are you kidding me?" We all complain. "I'm not even trying." I say as they all debate about a number but we only get five points. We score 14 points while the others scored 22. "I say they won because of the girls." I laugh.

Next we get ready the puppy interview and I was excited. "You're bouncing like you're six." Joseph laughs at me. "Because I want the puppies." I say as we take our seat son the floor. I sat between him and Natalia. "I'm Joe and I play Eddie. I'm Presley and I play Skylar. I'm Natalia Dyer and I paly Nancy Wheeler. I'm Maya Hawk and I play Robin. I'm Joe Keery and I play Steve." We all introduce ourselves. When they bring the puppies out they run around and one runs straight to me. "Look at you." I hold it and give it love while Joseph tries to get one. I notice his tongue out making me smile to myself.

"After almost six years, how does it feel having the series come to an end soon?" We're asked. "It's sad because it's a chapter in your life ending." I answer petting the puppy laying on my lap. "If you could play any other character on the Stranger Things, who would it be?" I think about while I look at the puppy. "Probably Dustin if I was a guy." I watch the other puppies play. "The one will not leave your lap." Natalia looks at it. "It loves me." I laugh watching Joseph watch the puppies with his tongue still out.

"What's a role people would be surprised to hear you auditioned for?" They asks. "I was up for Spider-Man. Still waiting to hear." Joseph makes me laugh. "I was the second choice to play the daughter in War Of The Worlds but Dakota Fanning got it." I say mine. "If you had to create an 80's mixtape, which songs would you add?" We're asked next. We all agree on Running up that hill by Kate Bush. "Message in a bottle. I like that sing." Joe says. "Head Over Heels, Tears for Fear." Joseph says still failing to get a puppy to come to him. "Yes!" I grab his arm. "Like my character I love that song. Also any rock songs really." I give more love to the puppy that has not left my lap.

The next one was, If you could guest star on any series what would it be. "American Horror Story." I pick up the puppy, "Look at how cute he is." I tell Joseph still holing him while he pets it because it kills me how hard he's been trying to catch one. "Come here little one." I pass him the puppy but after a few seconds it comes back to my lap. "If any actor could have a cameo on Stranger Things who would you want it to be?" Was the question. "Molly Ringwald just because of Sixteen Candles, The Breakfast Club, and Pretty in Pink. And an band or artist to preform a song in the show." I say while Maya says Adam Sandler.

Once again no puppy would go near Joseph so I pat his knee making the puppy playfully bite it so he uses the toy making it play with him for a bit on my lap. "Oh, I was was starstruck by Nikki Sixx on the set of the Dirt. A friend who worked on set asked me if I wanted to get lunch with her and when I showed up I bumped into him." I say then while Joe talks about peeing next to Steve Carell, I see Joseph's habit so I look at him doing my nose scrunch making him chuckle. "You're surprised by the tattoos? I had a fan show up at my aunt's wedding because I joked online I was the only person without a date." I make the shocked. "How did they find where it was?" Maya asks. "I have no clue because it was like a small backyard wedding in a small town and they were out of state fans." I add. "That's not a fan that's a stalker." Natalia tells me.

After Natalia talks about her audition I go next, "I had a scene with Gaten which was easy because we knew each other sligthy-ish because of Broadway working together once. And I believe it was you too..." I look at Joe. "Yeah, bullying you and another for me was the camera part." He adds for him. While they ask Joe and Maya about movies they done, the puppy finally leaves me and Joseph makes fun of me. "I see my character with trauma issues and panic attacks while trying to act like everything is fine." I answer where I see Skyler in 2022.

"Wait, they're all rescues?" I ask the lady who says yes making me excited. "I want this one. Can I? Look he loves me." I pout petting him. "If you want to you can." She lets me know. "Yes!" I clap my hands getting up and talk more about adopting the puppy. "I'm not surprised." Joseph walks over to me as I hold the puppy still. "I've been wanting get one anyways so today works out very well for me." I explain. "Don't you have two other things you have to do today?" He asks. "Shit..." I look at my watch. "Wanna puppy sit for me?" I give him a smile. "Fine." He takes the puppy from me. "Thank you. Oh, and his name is Dexter." I rush off.

"Hey teen Vogue, I'm Presley Monroe and today I will be sharing with you some of my firsts. "First time I knew I wanted to act was since I can remember. My parents have tapes of me acting out scenes from my favorite movies and I would over act in situations." I answer thinking back. "The first big musical I was in I played Tina in Ruthless. She was a ruthless child murderer who would stop at nothing to be a star. I was eight at the time and for Born To Entertain, I had a tap dance that took me a two days to learn. People were shocked I got it so quickly."

"First time turned down was when I auditioned to play the daughter in War Of The Worlds. Dakota Fanning got it but I was told I was their second pick. My mom was upset because she loved Tom Cruise." I laugh thinking about it. "First memory from auditioning for Stranger Things... I remember being confidence then as soon as I got there I was ready to run back to the car. I literally turned to leave and when I was I saw Gaten who was surprised to see me. He told me he had to do a chemistry read with someone trying to play Dustin's sister so that made me feel good again."

"First time I was recognized was when I was at the store with my dad grocery shopping after things about the show were being released. It was quite awkward for me because I didn't except anyone pointing me out so early. Like I've done small parts in movies and shows but no one ever cared." I laugh. "First famous person to follow me was P!nk after she saw video of me performing Try for a huge scale high school talent show. I sang and did the choreography with an old friend at the time I just tuned eighteen too."

"First Red Carpet event I was blind and had no clue where to look. I looked like a shy child who lost their mother at the store. There was so many times where I had to be reminded to smile and I was like only ten. So I felt like a deer in headlights with these strange adults screaming my name." I shake off the feeling. "First friend I made on the Stranger Things Cast. Well, I already knew-ish Caleb and Gaten, later Sadie in season two. I can't remember if it was Natalia or Charlie but I think it was her then him. Of course it's them two first because I had most scenes with them not including the kids."

"First on screen kiss... Let me think, my first on screen kiss was during We're the Millers. I was nervous but Will was so sweet so he calmed my nerves down. He's a really funny guy and before the kiss he would joke around. I love Will, he's a great guy to work with and a wonderful friend. "My first celebrity crush was Johnny Depp. The two movies that did it for me were Edward Scissorhands and Crybaby. I've loved that man since I was four years old." I laugh at myself as we finish up.

Originally I was supposed to do the wired autocomplete interview but they had to push it back to tomorrow. When I get back to the hotel I go to Joseph's room to get my puppy back. "He's mine now sorry." He shuts the door on me after opening it. "Quinn!" I laugh so he opens the door letting me in. "I'm serious, he loves me." He says giving the puppy love. "Then when you go back home I'll send him over at times to visit you." I joke with him. "If you do that at least send yourself with him." He gives me a look with a smile.

#stranger things #joseph quinn #joe quinn #joe keery #gaten matazarro #natalia dyer #millie bobby brown #noah schnapp #maya hawke #stranger things 4 #stranger things s4 #eddie munson x henderson #eddie munson #stranger things eddie munson #steve harrington x henderson #steve harrington

[sunbeamstress]

hrt diary stuff (12-19-23)

a long time ago, i was a clueless teenager who quite literally didn't know what transitioning was, but i was dating a trans girl who styled herself "leeta." i saw a boy, but she said she was a girl. i chalked it up to a neat loophole and we had our little thing. so it goes.

leeta lived a few towns over - between us was an endless corridor of lumber forest, a dusting of industrial infrastructure, and the fred hartman bridge. the bridge stuck out in my mind for the sheer spectacle of it. i was infected with that same imaginative germ that haunts the brains of midwestern kids, suffering from a kind of ennui of the eyes. something about having nothing to look at but gas stations and used car dealerships and brookshire brothers and that ugly medicinal yellow subway restaurant just shocks the visual cortex into near-constant overdrive.

so i would get picked up by leeta and her mom, and we'd listen to the pillows because we were obsessed with FLCL, and these big process-planted trees would careen by, over and over, and they bored me, so i'd shove them out of my brain so i could hold her hand (secretly) and daydream and daydream and daydream

that is, of course, until we got to the fred hartman bridge. the fred hartman bridge, bigger than texas itself, bigger than god, reaching grandly, and yet with a kind of reserved stateliness, i thought, into the cloudless blue sky!

every single day you're under your mother's roof and jesus is king and you have to be somebody you're kinda not. but then you see this ugly-ass shipping bridge, and in sync you and leeta roll down the window so you can drive her mom fucking crazy with the loud whooshing noise it'd make, and while she fusses with the windows you both sneak a quick kiss and in your dreamsick teenage mind, it feels a little like crossing into a warm, lovely, different world

to quote neal stephenson: something about this bridge became the spatial lattice on which virtually all of my dreams were constructed; the graph paper on which my mind seemed to need to plot things

so yeah, a different world. it was a cool world where my totally lame mom couldn't tell me what to do and all that stuff - but also it was a world where i could smoke pot and listen to secular music, and i could also hang out with/date my friend leeta, who said she was a girl and that was perfectly cool with me.

i don't remember as well as i wish i could. i remember we played the same MUD (which is kind of like finding someone with the same name and birthday) and we liked a lot of the same video games and anime. she was good at dance dance revolution and could play it in those enormous jnco jeans, and she liked to use suave vanilla shampoo, which to this day still triggers pleasant memories for me. i do remember the long and melodramatic letters that leeta would write to me about what it was like being leeta.

some of it made sense to me: tidbits of rebelling against mom, being called "fag" and messed with at school, etc. etc.

what didn't make sense to me: the bit where she would start crying in the shower because she would touch parts of her body and they felt wrong.

i think i struggle a lot with impostor syndrome, which hits me pretty hard at work (i really do not think i am an "engineer") but to a lesser and more insidious extent, when i ideate body dysphoria

i don't think it's super uncommon for people who are transitioning to worry if they're like, actually trans or if they're just convincing themselves they've followed some rabbit trail of seemingly related clues to the wrong conclusion. i've had dysphoria that hurts but most of the time, it's just something that i only notice is gone - and that's where the impostor syndrome comes to haunt me, brandishing leeta's letters, shoving them in my face, conveniently redacted of everything but the dysphoria references. it doesn't hurt, i'm not crying! it can't be real! i'm a trender!!!

but i had a really nice moment today where i got out of the shower and dried myself off, and as i always do, i took a little time to look at myself in the mirror. my hands came to rest naturally on my chest, in this very specific way. i've been doing it forever, even back when i would have told you i was a boy; elbows down by my ribs, wrists at 90 degrees, hands draped across my pectorals:

something about this posture has always felt off to me - i'd do it, my hands would get restless, try to rest somewhere else, only to snap back to my chest a few times before ultimately giving up.

but i've been on hormones for 8 months now, and i'm definitely starting to change shape, and so as i was checking myself out in the mirror, it occurred to me suddenly that i hadn't had to move my hands because they had something to rest on. they were touching exactly what they were supposed to ♥

#hrt #transgender #mtf trans

[pixelkittycomet]

A Firefly's New Beginnings (my Studio Ghibli Story Part 1)

(Song I imagine for first scene: Governor on the Line)

"Arise, dear children! It is time for your new chapter! I know you were together once before and you will be together once again. Do not worry, though trials and tribulations come, you will find a way. During these modern times, you have a chance to start over. My dear, I know you may bear the guilt of your past. And my hope is that you stray away from pride and stay humble. I must warn you, dear children! For in this new beginning, you may not remember your life, your past events might only be recalled as dreams, and you won’t even remember this moment. Now, dear children, it is time. And I bid you many blessings!"

Kento Matsumoto, jumps up from his pillow, awakened from the dream he just had. Huffing and puffing as he looks around for anything strange. Then looks down with his hands on his head, stressed out.

"What?!" he whispers with a look of confusion. What was this dream he had? Who was speaking to him? And why was everything so bright? Was he in heaven? No. What? These thoughts continued to flood his mind.

"Kento?" said an 8 year old girl's voice. Kento turns and sees his worried little sister, Akemi Matsumoto. "I had that dream again, Kento." Kento looked at his sister concerned for why these dreams keep happening.

****

( song I imagine for this scene: Katharine)

Now we see a girl, with Afrocentric features, dark skin and tight curly hair styled with flower clips and barrettes. She is in her room making a final check of everything she needs for her first year in University in Japan. 

"Muna, honey! You got your ticket, right?" shouted her mother from across the room.

" Yes, mama! It's in my purse along with my passport!" responded Muna Brown, as she takes a deep breath once she realizes she has everything for tomorrow's flight. She goes over to her high school graduation photo, showing her great big smile in front of that blue background.

"I did it," Muna whispered as her mother enters her room, putting both hands on Muna's shoulders with a warm smile.

" And now for a new chapter." says her mother. Muna's mother and father were always encouraging and supportive. How lucky was she? 

" I must say Muna, I am still worried. Another state is one thing, but you're going to a completely new country. Different language, different systems, and people different from us. Are you sure you'll be ok?" her mother looks to her with a concerned look on her face.

" it's ok mama. I'll be fine!" said Muna as she takes her mothers hands, rubbing them with her thumbs for comfort. " I promise I will keep in touch with you and dad." 

"you'll video chat with us too right?" ask her mother. 

"Of course!" says Muna with a big smile as she hugs her mom.

Her mom continues to hold her, stoking her back with her eyes closed as she whispers, " I am so proud of you, sweatie!" 

"thanks mom, I love you so much." whispers Muna. 

"I love you too, sweetie!" says her mother.

New day as her and both her parents are at the airport waiting for her flight to be ready. They announcer calls for her plane and she gives her parents a hug. She then goes off as she give them one last wave. Her parents wave back. And with that she boards her plane.

(At this point I imagine the title screen show up with this song playing throughout the scene)

Muna gets herself situated on her plane. As the plane is about to take off we can see the view out the window. She is also listening to music, perhaps it’s this exact song? She in fact does like to listen to Kontringo. The plane arrives to Japan. At this point it’s a montage of her traveling to her University (She more than likely is attending Waseda University) 

#Youtube #studio ghibli #fireflies #grave of the fireflies #anime #manga #black girl magic

[honklore]

cherry sour | dreamwastaken

(best friends to lovers, fake dating, bed sharing, idk how old dream’s siblings are pretend they are all older and married except for drista my beloved, dream is really sweet in a small gestures kind of way, way too many mentions of freckles, dream gets his nickelodeon hot tub kiss sans nickelodeon, writer want to kiss a boy so bad and it shows, gn!reader but it’s insinuated that they are wearing a bikini or swim top of some kind, dream is a thigh man, no real names)

listen to: summer daze by all time low, fine apple by nic d, 2002 by anne-marie

“I can’t imagine a worse idea,” you say, turning on your playlist before Dream can ask for the aux. “I mean, your parents are so sweet, and your siblings…”

“My siblings literally love you and even if you told them it was fake, they’d still love you,” Dream assures. He’s driving to the airport with relaxed ease, one hand on the gear shift and the other wrist hanging lazily over the steering wheel. “Look, my mom asked if I had a partner I wanted to bring and I panicked!”

“You could’ve just said you had a friend!” you hiss. Although, the truth is simple: you wish this wasn’t a fake thing. You’ve liked your best friend since freshman year of high school. Growing closer to him hasn’t made it better. And now, he’s acting so nonchalantly about “dating” you, your mind wonders whether or not he would mind if this was all real.

“Where’s the fun in that?” Dream retorts. He looks over and winks at you, eyelashes long and nearly brushing the freckles that span across his cheeks. You wonder what it would feel like to kiss each one.

Stupid brain. You look out the window, opting to pretend you're really interested in the music rather than his concerned gaze.

Sal is beautiful. The airport is small, and seemingly unimportant to the rest of the island. It’s a twenty minute drive to the coast, where the rented beach house is. You’re squished in a rental car between Dream and Drista, which isn’t as bad as it could be, since Drista is watching a YouTube video on her phone, and she offers you an earbud.

The beach house is a faded blue, nearing gray. White trim and skirting make it postcard ready, along with the many local plants hanging around.

The porch light flicks on, and you realize Dream’s brother must’ve already arrived with his partner.

Dream’s mom tells everyone to get their luggage and unpack. It’s nearing sundown, so there isn’t much to do except try and work off the jet lag that’s been creeping up on you since you left the airport.

“Dream and ___, you’re upstairs, last room on the right!” You lead the way, dragging your overpacked suitcase behind you. Dream lags behind, hugging his siblings and their partners.

The room has dark, hardwood floors. Over that is a large shag rug with aquamarine and white patterns. There’s a queen sized bed, made with precise care. Two nightstands with matching lamps, the lampshades are an ugly shade of beige with tacky seashells glued on.

There’s a large tv mounted to the wall just above the wooden dresser, and an en suite bathroom with your own shower. There is obnoxious wall art with quotes like “life’s a beach” and “this is my happy place” covering the walls. It’s absolutely atrocious in that tourist-y way.

It’s perfect.

You begin to unpack, taking all the drawers on the right of the dresser.

“Oh…” Dream widens the door with his elbow and tosses his duffel bag onto the ground. “Only one bed.”

You snort. “Afraid I’ll give you cooties?”

“No,” Dream retorts. His tanned neck grows red and he reaches to scratch his nape. “I mean, I just wasn’t expecting it.”

“Don’t people who date usually sleep in the same bed?” you tuck your suitcase between the dresser and the wall.

Dream begins to unpack his stuff, far neater than you had packed yours. “I know I just… I dunno, I forgot.”

His neck is red again, so you drop the subject.

You take a shower after Dream, and when you emerge, he’s dressed in nothing but a pair of basketball shorts and socks, lounging on the bed and scrolling through the free channels on the tv.

You’ve seen his torso before (when he’s at the pool, or when he’s playing soccer with you) but it always surprises you how many freckles he’s got splattered across his tanned chest. He scratches across his collarbone, and your eyes reluctantly follow the movement.

You wish your best friend was ugly. That would make all of this easier.

Or maybe he could be rude. Uptight. Boring. Anything, but the kind and playful boy he is.

Except he’s trying to find golf, of all things.

“Give me the remote,” you say, leaning over him to grab the remote. “We are not watching any kind of sport on vacation.”

“Well I’m not watching Friends,” Dream retorts, knowing you’re going to find a marathon somehow. You always do.

“At least it’s entertaining!” you grasp the remote, hip bumping against his thigh.

“You’re not getting your way, today!” Dream exclaims. He grabs you, thumbs against your ribs, and lifts you over him, onto the empty side of the bed. “Now sit here and enjoy this golf tournament with me.”

“No,” you argue again, face burning at his touch. “I’m just going to sleep if you’re going to watch something so boring.”

“Fine.” Dream turns the tv up, cocky smirk on his face knowing he got his way. “Gnite, sleepyhead.”

You grumble and wiggle the blanket out from under your body. You slip in, enjoying the cool scratchiness of the sheets. A sigh escapes you. You hadn’t realized just how tired you were.

“Wait, are you seriously going to sleep?” Dream's voice is softer this time.

“Yes,” you mumble, refusing to open your eyes now that you’ve finally given them some rest.

“Okay, I’ll turn it down.” He shuffles under the covers too, warm chest instantly heating you. His bicep is nearly pressed against your face, and in your drowsiness, you reach out and grab it, resting your forehead against his toned muscle as if it were a hot water bottle.

He tenses up, then relaxes, and you hear the volume shift to barely audible.

The beach is clear, and the sand is like crystal glass, cold and white. The water is nearly jade, a warm green that gets bluer as the sandy floor gives way.

Some people are already outside, despite it being early morning. You’re not sure anyone in the house is up yet, but you’ve slept the whole night through, and you want to get a glimpse of the ocean before everyone begins to crowd it.

You dig your bare feet in the cool sand. The sun hasn’t been up long enough to heat it. The rhythmic sound of the waves almost lulls you back to sleep. You hug your arms to your chest to brace against the ocean wind.

“There you are!” You turn around, and Dream is running down the steps of the beach house in his basketball shorts, this time without socks. His smile is bright enough to combat the sun.

“Here I am,” you mumble. “I’m just enjoying some alone time.”

“Oh,” Dream frowns. He reaches you, heavy breaths causing his chest to rise and fall. “Do you want me to leave?”

“No, it’s alright,” your voice is gentle, and it carries in the wind. “I was going to hunt for shells.” You hold up the netted bag you usually take to the grocery store for produce. “Would you like to join me?”

“Whoever finds the prettiest shell — as voted by my mother — wins!” Dream announces. He grabs your hand and pulls you closer to the surf, pointing at random things as the two of you pass.

He’s watching a pelican dive into the water for a fish just as you see a pretty twisted shell, light green in color. You’re not sure you’ve ever seen a shell that color, but it’s Dream’s favorite, so you pocket it before he notices.

The two of you stay out for hours, digging up clams and watching them race down beneath the surface.

It’s not until Dream’s mom texts him that the two of you walk back to the house, feet soaked by the sea and shoulders warm.

Everyone is seated at the table, eating a casual brunch of bagels and donuts that seem to have been bought from a nearby bakery. Dream nabs the last everything bagel before you can, poking his tongue out at your appalled expression.

“Mom, you have to check our shells to see who found the prettiest,” Dream says, mouth full of food.

You roll your eyes and grab a cinnamon raisin bagel, slipping onto the bench beside Drista, who is texting someone. “Let her eat first, Dream.”

He rolls his eyes, but agrees and sits across from you. His ankle bumps against yours and he reaches out to link them together, smiling innocently over the table.

“I’m glad he listens to you,” His mom says, rolling her eyes fondly as she ruffles her son's golden waves. “And I’m glad he finally has someone to take on our trips with him.”

Dream’s neck goes red again, but this time it spreads to his chest, and you focus on your bagel so you aren’t caught staring. “Mom, please.”

“What? It’s not like the two of you aren’t together.”

“Right,” Dream grits out, looking at you pointedly.

He wants you to get him out of this topic. But honestly, you’re having fun watching him become embarrassed. After all, it’s his fault the two of you have to pretend. He could’ve just asked to take you, but he decided to embellish the truth. “He’s so clingy,” you blurt out before you can stop yourself.

Drista snorts.

Dream’s jaw drops. You’re beginning to love the color pink on him. “Like you weren’t clinging to me to get to sleep last night!” He retorts, pushing the narrative away from himself.

“You’re stupid.”

“You’re an idiot.”

You stick your tongue out at him.

He gives you half of his bagel in exchange for half of yours.

Dream’s mom sighs. “You two are impossible. You know, Dream, I thought when you finally made it official, you’d be more of a gentleman.”

“Mom, I literally just gave them half of my very coveted bagel.” Dream winks at you from across the table. His ankle is still knocking against yours. You wonder what his mother meant by “finally making it official”.

“Just show me the shells so I can judge them and go get my tan.”

Dream shakes his head, causing wet droplets to hit your face. “Dream!”

“What?” He laughs and climbs out of the pool.

There’s a private pool and hot tub behind the house. You wonder how expensive this place is.

You’re sitting on a lawn chair in a shirt and shorts, refusing to take off your shirt in front of Dream. Because here’s the thing: you never swim around him. It’s not that you don’t trust him, or that you necessarily hate the way your body looks. But truthfully, Dream is fit, and you’re sure all his past partners were fit. And you feel a little inadequate. It’s easy to hide behind baggy clothes and pretend you have a body that you don’t.

Whatever. Maybe you’re just thinking too hard.

“It’s so boring here by myself!” Dream whines. His shoulders are even more tanned than usual. His freckles are nearly hidden. You want to trace all the sunspots on his chest.

“I’m–” You can’t very well tell him, now can you? That’s be embarrassing. Hey, Dream — my best friend since we were in diapers — I don’t want you to see me in my swimsuit because I’m afraid I won’t be sexy enough.

He’s always been good at reading your expressions. “Are you worried about what you look like?”

You nod, refusing to look at him. His voice is soft, which means he’s probably pitying you.

“Come on now,” he cooes. He walks up to you and grabs the hem of your shirt. Looking into your eyes, he blinks, “Do you trust me?”

You nod, still watching him because you do trust him. You trust him with every part of you.

Slowly, Dream pulls your t-shirt over your head, until you’re left in your shorts and swim top. His gaze drifts across your body, and he clears his throat pointedly. He turns back towards the pool water. “Yeah. Absolutely nothing to worry about.”

“Are you sure?” You frown.

His back tenses, and he slowly turns back around. His eyes are staring straight into yours, and you feel like maybe this was a bad idea. You’ve never felt so vulnerable. “I’m sure. Just get your ass in the pool.”

You snort. You shimmy out of your shorts and slip into the water. The surface is hot from the sun, but it’s cool underneath, immediately soothing you. “It feels so good in here,” you sigh.

Dream laughs. He swims over, just a few strides, and wraps his arms around your waist. “I’m going to throw you.”

“What? Wait, Dream!” You shriek when he throws you over his shoulder. Chlorine water fills your nose and you joke and splutter after breaking the surface.

“Did I hurt you?” Dream picks you up instantly, supporting your weight in the six foot deep water.

You wrap your legs around his torso, your arms around his neck, and enjoy the feeling of his hands splayed beneath your thighs. “You’re despicable.”

He laughs, lips against your ear, and you’ve never heard a sound so akin to the sun. “You love me,” he insists.

And you do. So surely, more than anyone else. But it’s in a way he might not reciprocate, and you don’t want to risk a friendship over feelings. “You wish!” You press your palms against his shoulders and shove him down, delighting in the way he grabs you even tighter.

“Our flights are all a day early,” Dream’s mom is saying, as you and Dream eat ice cream sandwiches with Drista.

“Lucky,” Drista mumbles. She’s wearing the crystal necklace you bought her while out. You’re wearing a matching one, because she insisted, and it makes you feel like part of the family.

You feel warm.

Dream shrugs nonchalantly. “We’ll just stay the extra night, right? We have the house until noon?”

“Yeah, just make sure the checklist is done. Dishes are clean, towels in the tub, trash bags in the bins outside…”

“Sounds good,” Dream says. “We’ll be home by Saturday night, Mom.”

“Come over,” She insists. “We’re closer to the airport and there’s a guest room.”

The two of you agree, since neither of you want to drive the extra hour back to you or Dream’s homes. And, selfishly, you want an entire day alone with Dream.

“We have one more carry-on bag we can take, so if you guys want to pack a bag real quick we’ll take it with us tomorrow.”

The two of you agree to just make a bag of all of the gifts and souvenirs you had bought, so they won’t take up room in your suitcases.

You’re sifting through all the stuff you collected when you find the bright green shell you had grabbed for Dream. In all the excitement of that day you forgot to give it to him.

“Dream.”

“What?” He comes out of the bathroom, his toothbrush sticking out of his mouth. He’s shirtless again. He leans against the door jam. “Do I need to take some of my stuff out?”

“No,” you say. You hold the shell out for Dream to see. “This is for you.”

He grins around the brush and pushes himself off the wall. He holds up a finger to you and goes back into the bathroom to spit out his toothpaste and set the toothbrush back in its travel case.

Then he shuffles out, a huge grin on his freckled face. “You found me a shell?”

He reaches out, and his voice is so soft that you get a little shy. “Well… yeah. I found it the other day and forgot to give it to you.”

The shell looks so small in Dream’s hand. He slides it in his pajama pocket and leans down to cup your face between his palms. “You’re so cute,” he mumbles.

You’re nose to nose, and Dream’s breath is warm against your face. You want to kiss him right now, but you’re scared he won’t reciprocate.

So you back up. “I’m glad you like it.”

The night before your flight, Dream is in the hot tub. He’s listening to a Frank Ocean playlist. It’s booming through his phone speaker, and it’s so loud you aren’t sure he hears you approach him at first. But then, over the dulcet tones of Pretty Sweet, he peaks one eye open and calls for you. “___! Join me, please!”

He's resting his head on the ledge, cushioned atop a folded towel. It’s nearly sunset, and the orange-pink light casts itself over his cheeks.

You’re already in your swimsuit, courtesy of sunbathing earlier, so you sit on the edge and dip your legs into the bubbling water. “I don’t believe we’ve been in the hot tub all week.”

Dream snorts. His eyes are closed again. He smells like sunscreen. He smells like home. “That’s because my parents have been hogging it.”

“Ah, they deserve it,” you mumble, nudging Dream’s bicep with your toe.

“So do we,” Dream grabs your shin and tugs gently, just enough for you to stumble momentarily. “Would you get in?”

You slip in at his coaxing. The water warms your skin. You sit shoulder to shoulder with Dream, and listen to the music. “Thanks for inviting me. This has been really nice.”

Beneath the water, Dream spreads his palm across your thigh and squeezes. “You made it better. You make everything better.”

His honest words startle you, but then he’s bending down just slightly, and you can feel his soft lips against your shoulder. “D-Dream,” you say, and you’re terrified your voice betrays you.

Because Dream is warmth and sunshine and sea salt air. And when he murmurs a confident, “C’mere,” and pulls you into his lap, your hands find their place against his shoulder, in his hair. Golden curls tapered to his neck by the heat of the evening, the heat of the tub, the heat of this moment.

His mouth tastes of cherry candy, it’s sour and addicting and it emits a laugh between the two of you when you push against him far too eagerly. The jet timer finishes and the only sound that fills your ears is Frank Ocean and Dream’s contented sighs.

“I don’t want us to be just friends,” he gasps. He presses his forehead to yours, chest heaving as he tries to regain his breath.

You don’t want to regain your breath. Your heart is racing as you press your lips beneath Dream’s ear, into the junction of his neck, then against every single freckle on his shoulder.

He lets you. And you hope he’ll let you forever.

“Let's be something more, then.”

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hello omg can i request a jun band!au,, as for the plot it can be that op loves the band jun is in but they don't really know the members and only listen to the music so when they happen to cross paths,,, they aren't aware that they're talking to jun if that makes sense,, but honestly any plot would do! do whatever u want w the suggestion <3

also hope u are resting well i saw your prev posts from before !

BYYYYYEEEE This one was soooooo nice to write!!! Imagine "Crow" as a rock ballad?!?!?! BYYYYYYEEEEEE. Also, I referenced "Wildflower" by 5 Seconds of Summer because I love 5 Seconds of Summer lolololol. Hope you like thisss!

Warnings: none

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2,003

Let's Write a Song, You and Me// Wen Junhui x Female! Reader

"I heard they're playing at that new bar downtown, we should seriously go see them" your little sister was bouncing on the balls of her feet excitedly.

"You forget you're only 17. You're not going anywhere near a bar" you rolled your eyes and snatched the flyer from her hand where the logo of your most recent (and very secret) obsession was largely printed.

"I am if I'm with you! Pretty please?! You literally only listen to their music, I actually follow their social media and watch all their YouTube videos! Pleaseeeeee Y/N, I never even ask you for any favors. I HAVE to be there"

"No, now please for the love of God, get out of here. This is my workplace and I don't know if you're aware but I need this job." You grabbed her by the shoulders and quickly led her to the exit. "Now gooooo"

"You hate me. I'm convinced you hate me. I'm going to run away! Just you wait! I'm gonna run away and never come back-" your little sister's yelling was drowned out as the door to the small Chinese restaurant you worked at shut closed.

You watched from the window as your sister stomped her right foot on the ground and disappeared, probably on her way to your parents' house. Finally out of sight and giving you enough freedom to rush behind the counter and grab the flyer your sister had brought in. "1 Plus the Moon" was plastered in big bold letters and a date right beside it. They really were going to play at the new bar downtown...

"What are you looking at?"

Startled, you shoved the piece of paper into the pocket of your apron, "Oh! Hi, hey what's up?" You greeted Jun, the son of the restaurant's owners, as you watched him walk up to the counter with a suspicious look in his eyes.

"Nothing, I'm just coming in to cover for my parents," he said.

"Oh yeah? How come? Are they okay?" You blabbered on as you pretended to wipe the counter.

He bit back a laugh and pointed at the digital clock on the wall that showcased the day, date, and time. "Y/N, it's a Tuesday, I'm always here on Tuesdays"

"That's right... sorry. I've been a little off today! Don't mind me, I'll just get to work!" With a small grin, you hurried off to clean the tables again, before rush hour started.

Jun watched you from where he stood. You always seemed to miss the way the tall young man watched you, any time you were around, it was like there was honey dripping from his eyes. Too bad you were more interested in making money and songwriting than in love and men.

"Do you think it will be busy today?" He asked trying anything possible to hold a conversation with you.

"Of course it will. The girls from the high school down the block know your schedule by heart. They'll be here, trust me" You chided and walked over to stand beside him, not realizing the flyer had fallen from the pocket on your apron.

Jun did, though.

"1 Plus The Moon" he read out loud. It wasn't what he had expected to see. The flyer to his band's gig.

With a grimace, you snatched the flyer from his hands. "It's a band," You told him. "They're super lowkey, you wouldn't know them."

Your boss' son had to bite back a smile as he watched you. "Super lowkey? Are they any good?"

"They're awesome! They have some really nice songs."

"Couldn't be that good if they're so lowkey, right?" he teased. Your face scrunched in distaste at his comment.

"Being 'lowkey' doesn't equate to them being no good. They have really good songs. Wait here..." you rushed to the small back room and connected your phone to the sound system, soft rock music playing. The songs Jun knew by heart. Many of which Jun had written about you out of frustration in his inability to tell you that he'd had feelings for you since the moment you walked into his parent's restaurant when you were both only 18.

"Is this them?" he asked once you reappeared.

You nodded sheepishly and avoided his eyes. "I haven't ever seen them, I just really like the lyrics they write. Like this one specifically... 'Wandering alone on the street, Ignoring the public, The world is as black as a crow'" you sang along softly. "Isn't that beautiful?"

Jun was down bad. He could feel it in his chest, the way his heart clenched and unclenched as he heard you sing along to the lyrics he himself had written. As he heard you sing along to his voice.

"Yeah, not bad at all... are you going to go?" he asked.

"Huh?"

He nodded over to the crumpled flyer that rested before you. "To the gig"

"Oh! I want to. I guess I'll just ask for the day off and see if I can... You wanna come with?" you asked not really thinking much of it.

"Me?"

"Yeah. I don't have any friends, and I can't exactly take my 17-year-old sister to a bar." You laughed.

There it was. He had been beating himself up about telling you how he felt for the past few months, but if there was one talent Jun excelled at (aside from playing bass, singing, and songwriting) it was never knowing how to read the room. That's how he found himself missing opportunity upon opportunity to tell you how much he liked you. But this was his sign.

"It hurts a little that you say you have no friends when I'm literally right here-"

"You're my boss"

"Not your boss, but your bestie... Anyways, I'm down to go" he finally said. "I'll meet you there, though. I'm gonna be a bit busy before that..."

****

"A bit busy my ass" you grumbled under your breath as you looked around the crowded bar. 1 Plus The Moon was about to go on stage and you were almost sure Jun had stood you up.

Are you coming at all?

That had been the last text you had sent him, and that had been 20 minutes prior... the little shit had read it too.

"No, I really hate men" you downed a shot to calm the burning rage within you.

The loud screech of a mic turning on made you jump and turn your attention over to the tiny stage set up the bar had prepared for the band. Suddenly being stood up didn't matter as much.

"Are we ready to have a good time?" the owner of the bar asked from the stage. The crowd around you erupting in cheers. You couldn't help but join in.

I'm here

Your phone buzzed on the table alerting you to a new message from Jun. You looked over in direction of the entrance to see if you could wave him over but you couldn't see the tall man anywhere.

where?

"Hey everyone, thank you so much for coming out today"

You snapped your head over to the stage to find that the band was already walking onstage... and so was...

"Jun?!"

He was stood tall, dressed in all black, with an electric bass guitar strung to his top half accompanied by 4 other boys, one of which was droning on introducing the band.

"Jun." You mumbled almost as if answering your own disbelief. His eyes were roaming the crowd until they found yours and he nodded over at you from his spot, causing your heart to do a thing... a weird thing that your heart had never done before.

The man grinned shyly at you and picked his hand up in a small wave, making a few people turn their heads over to see who had caught the handsome bassist's attention. It made you feel a certain kind of way when girls and boys alike whispered in jealousy around you.

"Before we start... I just wanted to let you all know that this one is going to be a really special performance for me, this is the first time I perform in front of the girl that inspired so many of the songs you all love..." Jun was talking now, his eyes trained solely on you as he spoke almost carefully. "Y/N... hi... I like you."

The crowd erupted in cheers at the sudden confession while all you could do was stare at him dumbfounded.

Hi... I like you.

The music drowned out the cheering crowd and you were left to think about all that he had just said. Starting with you having inspired a lot of the songs he had written... did he mean the same song you'd cried yourself to sleep to? The ones you daydreamed to? The ones you had learned by heart in only 3 days?

There were so many thoughts running through your mind that you were left numb in your seat, so numb you didn't even realize when the band had stopped playing and the crowd had stopped singing. Even the ice cubes in your drink had melted leaving your drink to be a watered-down version of what it had originally been.

"Hey, you..."

Your head snapped up to see Junhui standing across from you, hands hidden deep in the pockets of his black jeans. There was nervousness and caution in the air, you could tell from the way he swayed back and forth on his feet.

"Hey" You replied quickly moving your gaze to the ugly drink that rested before you. "You're in a band... that's crazy" you mused.

Jun coughed out a painfully awkward chuckle. You were avoiding his confession and although he thought he was prepared for that, a part of his being was still hurting.

"So which ones are about me?" You asked.

Jun was caught off guard, his pretty eyes widening in surprise. "Sorry?"

You finally built up enough courage to look up at him. "The songs... which ones are about me?"

"I wrote Wildflower about you a few weeks ago" he admitted quickly. "When you wore your hair down for the first time in years"

Once again your heart did the thing it had earlier, the one it had never done before. "I love Wildflower" you confessed.

He couldn't wait any longer, he wanted to know what you thought about his confession, no, he needed to know what you thought of his confession. "Y/N listen-"

"I don't know if I like you like that" you blurted in panic. Junhui felt himself deflate in disappointment. Yet again, he thought he was prepared for the worst, but he obviously wasn't. "But I do know that right now I'm feeling a lot of things I hadn't felt before... I've never really thought of you in that way, but that's not because I don't think you're not handsome or sweet, I just-"

The poor guy's mind was buzzing and his heart was racing. "You don't have to feel pressured... I don't need you to like me right away. I just want you to know how I've been feeling and I really want to do my best this time."

What in the cursed anime plot was going on?! You wanted so badly to run away and hide for a few weeks. Digest all that you'd just been exposed to. ('All' being your apparent romantic awakening and the fact that not only was the first man to ever confess to you insanely handsome, but he was also your favorite musician to exist.)

Instead of digesting as you'd wished for, you asked, "Do you want to write a song together?"

Again, Jun was surprised. "A song?" he asked.

"Yeah, you and me" you continued. "I'm still your fan, and I promised myself that if I met you, I would ask for this."

"Okay then. Let's write a song together. You and me." He agreed with a smile.

The first of many, he secretly hoped.

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Meeting, falling for, dating and eventually having to leave Billy Hargrove would include :

request: Billy has a girlfriend before moving to Hawkins, being her the complete opposite of him (shy, a good person, honest, kind, dedicated, sensitive, right, who likes games, who fights for the power of women, etc…) the headcanon / imagine could be how they met, how they fell in love, how was dating (the day by day), what does Billy's family think of his gf, maybe moments / hobbies / things they both did together and perhaps what the two looked like when they both had to move to different cities. by @im-hqlover

a/n: I'm soooorrryyyyy it took me this long. It's messy and all over the place but I think I included everything (?). Also this is long. Sorry 🙏

Metting & getting to know each other

You met on the first day of high school

Billy didn't have a mulet back then, he wasn't wearing the leather jacket and didn't have his ear pierced. So wasn't really having the "bad guy" look just yet

You didn't really interact since he soon became popular while you liked to stay in the shadows thanks to your shyness

He was arrogant and rude while you are kind and quiet most of the time

But of course you have noticed him. He is gorgeous. Whit his wavy blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes.

Billy first really acknowledged you when you got paired for a school project in sophomore year. (not cliché at all)

You were nervous. Why wouldn't you be? It's Billy Hargrove we are talking about. One of the cool guys.

But honestly you didn't really think he would care about it

Much to your surprise he found you in lunch break. Billy told you that he has to pick up his step sister after school, but if you give him your address he will meet you there at 5

You were a bit shocked. Does he actually care? About a stupid school project?

Turns out he really does because he is failing the class

It's 5 past 10 when he shows up. He's got a small cut on his cheek which weren't there at school.

"Are you okay, Billy?"

He shrugged his shoulder, annoyed

"Can you just let me inside so we can do that stupid project?"

Deciding it's better not to anger him you step aside and guide him to your room

You start to do some research when you hear him murmur quietly

"I don't get this"

he was pointing at the task.

"Which part do you not get?"

"All of it?"

So you begin to explain him calmly and slowly

After about 2 hours, Billy kind of gets it so you start working.

You eat dinner with books in your hands while discussing the project.

And it's like you have been friends for years. You forgot your shyness and Billy forgot about all his problems. You even joked around between two tasks.

It's pretty late when you finish but it's friday so it's okay.

When you said goodbyes and you're about to close the door he suddenly turns around.

"Thanks Y/N. For explaining that shit."

"Of course, Billy! I'm glad I could help you!"

On Monday you and Billy present your project and the teacher is blown away by it. And Billy is so happy he pulls you into a bone crushing hug. And your bl

The teacher says that if Billy can keep this up he won't fail the class. So the teacher asks you to tutor him.

Growing & confessing feelings for each other

Once a week Billy comes over after he walked Max home( cause he doesn't have his car jet) and you guys work on home work together and study. Overtime he a bit longer stays after you finished studying. He stays for dinner (your parents love him) or you just hang in your room talking and listening to music.

Billy feels so comfortable around you. It's the way you treat him. Always so calm, kind and caring. He just feels like he can trust you. And he eventually realizes that he fell for you.

And oh boy, that scares him.

First Billy doesn't want to do anything about because he thinks there is no way you like him back.

But after spending many sleepless nights with fantasizing about what your relationship would be like he can't keep his emotions bottled up.

He gets up at 3 am and just goes over to your house and starts throwing rocks at your window

"Billy! What are you doing here?"

"I want to speak with you. Can you.. come outside?"

2 minutes later you find yourself walking next to Billy in a short and an oversized shirt you quickly changed into.

Few minutes pass and he still hasn't said anything. So you nervously turn to him and open your mouth to say something but he beats you to it.

"Y/N thanks to you I've got good grades and I'm super grateful for that but that's not why... Ah shit.. I can't"

He notices you're slightly shaking.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine just a bit cold"

"Oh, here. Take my jacket" and he puts it on your shoulders

And you're jumping out of your skin.

Because over there months you spent together you grew feelings for this boy and now he was giving you his jacket. Billy freaking Hargrove was giving you his signature leather jacket!

Oh, you weren't blushing. Naaah, not at all.

"T-thanks Billy..."

"Sure thing."

"So You were trying to say something?"

"Oh shit! ...You... I was trying to say how fucking nervous you make me." *cute small laugh*

Billy took a deep breath and stoped. You looked at him, totally confused.

"Y/N... I... I like you. Like... Like like you. I have been for a while now. You are just the cutest and kindest person I have ever met. Whenever you and I are alone I feel so happy... You make me super happy."

He looks at you like a lost puppy. He is just so goddamn cute.

Even though you're shy you pull him down by the collar of his shirt and kiss him.

Just a few hours ago you wouldn't even dare to dream about Billy liking you, yet here you are kissing on the poorly lighted street at 3 am.

That's how it started

Dating Billy & what his family thinks of it/about you

So Billy likes to show you off. Take you to parties (but if you don't want to he won't force you to), hold your hand in school or even kiss you by the lockers.

You definitely earn some jealous looks after that, even some threatening ones. (don't worry, Billy will punch everyone who tries to hurt you)

You accompany him when he has to walk Max home

Max does not mind it. You're always nice to her. You quickly befriend with the cute little ginger and take her to the arcade or play video games with her.

Once Billy gets his car you go on nightly car rides

He loves surfing, so he takes you to surf whenever he can. You have little competitions like "who can stay longer on the board?"

Or if you can't surf he will teach you.

Once you come out of the water he likes to walk around the beach, fingers intertwined, maybe get some ice cream or something. You guys would stay till ot gets dark.

Or sometimes even after that. Billy wound find a nice hidden spot where you can gaze up at the beautiful night sky as he holds you in his strong arms. And he has that smile on his face. You know it's a smile he only uses when it's just the two of you.

Like I said he is a show of and likes to drag you to parties so in return you drag him to demonstrations for women rights.

Billy loves listening to music and he loves you so listening to music with you is one of his favorite things to do.

You met his father and Susan when you ran over to his house to return his jacket.

Susan opens the door, asks who you are and when you tell her that you are Billy's girlfriend she immediately invites you in

She tells Max to inform Billy that you're here

Susan was cooking when you knocked so you ask if you can help her in anything till Billy comes.

"Oh aren't you sweet! Thank you, I would appreciate it!"

You and Susan are in deep conversation while you are cutting some vegetables when Billy walks in.

"Babe? What are you doing here?"

"Oh, I just brought back your jacket."

That's when Niel enter the kitchen too. He doesn't even says hello, he is just like: "who the hell is that?"

"I'm, uhm.. I'm Billy's girlfriend, sir."

Neil snorts and turns to his son "Your girlfriend?" Billy just nods so Susan takes the opportunity to speak up

"She is such a sweetheart, I didn't even know you had a girlfriend Billy."

"I guess I just didn't had a chance to talk about her"

Now his dad is looking at you "Does he take good care of you?"

"Yes sir, Billy is a wonderful boyfriend!"

"Pff are you talking about my son?"

And you're looking at him like wtf.

Later Billy tells you about his dad and how he treats him.

First your just so angry, because how can someone do that to their children?

But than you comfort your boyfriend. Tell him how he deserves the word and how you will always be there for him.

Moving to different cities

Billy is heartbroken when he learns you have to move.

But than his father announces that they will move to Hawkins and now he is hating every one.

You are devastated too, obviously. You just want to cry and be held by Billy but he is too busy being angry at the world.

You find him at your hiding spot on the beach, smoking.

"Billy, please don't be like this, this is hard for me too!"

He is too afraid of living without you, you're the only good thing in his life. And he doesn't want to lose you too.

"Baby I don't want this..." his voices is barely louder that a whisper, and you know he is fighting with his tears too.

"Me neither, Billy but... But we could figure out something?"

"What? We will be so freaking far away from each other!"

"Yes I know, but after high school we could still come back to Cali and live in a cute house by the ocean like how we planned"

"I... Yeah. Yes, you're right. But still, i don't know what will I do without you."

You sit next to him "We will talk. Every day on the phone. And I will write you."

The they you have to say goodbye is the worst. You are both crying. He doesn't want to let you go. You ran your fingers through his hair, one last time. He kisses you.

"Promise you won't forget me, Y/N. "

"I couldn't never!"

"Just promise."

"I promise, that I won't ever forget you Billy Hargrove."

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[13-brandino-blog]

Its 2006, and Taylor Swift's debut album just released. I was just a ten year old boy sitting in the back of his grandpa's car listening to Teardrops On My Guitar on the radio for the first time. Ten year old me was singing the lyrics as if he could actually relate to them. Unbeknownst to that ten year old boy, the name Taylor Swift was going to pop up in his life way more than he knew.

Two years later, a poster of a blonde, curly hair teenage girl would be plastered all over my cousins bedroom wall. The poster said 'Fearless' and at the time, we thought we were fearless. We dreamt of becoming actors and being in movies. We said we would do impossible things, and we imagined lives much more grand than we were likely to get. We dreamt of perfect dates and kissing in the rain, white horses and love stories. At the time, we didn't realize that perfect was overrated.

It's 2010, and I was now fourteen years old. The Speak Now era was upon us! Little did I know, this era would bring me long nights listening to 'Mine' underneath my tree in the front yard. It would bring me memories of jumping around my best friend's room singing 'Better Than Revenge' while cursing our exes that we could have swore we would marry. Before the end of the Speak Now era, I would be enchanted by a girl at a community theater. She would be the first girl I would ever fall in (what I thought) was love! She would later break my fifteen year old heart, and convince me that love was not worth the pain that came after. Little did I know that the real pain was yet to come.

I am sixteen and a junior in high school. I am sitting in chemistry class when my phone rings. 'We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together' plays loudly and everyone in class looks around to see whose phone is going off. Embarrassingly, I turn my phone off. From then on, I became the butt of an ongoing joke regarding that song, not that I minded. It is December, and I am positive that I have met the love of my life. The only problem is that he is a guy! After much courage, I come out to all my friends and my family as bisexual. I remember sitting on my best friend's bed listening to the acoustic version of State of Grace, and talking about the guy that I was sure was the one. I wish I knew then that things would take a turn for the worse. The Red album would eventually play a huge part in helping me overcome one of my hardest breakups to date. Songs like 'Begin Again' would be drown out by anthems like 'All Too Well' and 'Sad Beautiful Tragic'. But life moved on.

It is 2014, and I am fresh out of high school. Life could not get any better. I spend literally all of my free time with my friends by throwing parties, taking late-night joyrides, and travelling to places on our bucket lists. Summer is slowly starting to come to an end, and the overwhelming pressure of college begins. The date is August 18th, 2014 and I am sitting in the living room of my new apartment when the music video for 'Shake It Off' releases. The song instantly becomes my favorite! For months to come, the song stays on repeat. I have vivid memories of my mom and I riding through the city with the windows down singing it at the top of our lungs. Months later, Swifities are blessed with 1989.....Flash forward a year, and I am in the car with a guy who is supposed to be my best friend, but its slowly and unexpectedly turning into something more. 'You Are In Love' is playing through my car's bluetooth. Taylor sings "One night he wakes, strange look on his face. Pauses, then says, you're my best friend. And you knew what it was, he is in love". This was the turning point in our friendship that would later become something more, something it probably shouldn't.

(1,2,3...Let's go bitch!) The beginning of a new era is emerging! After a few more breakups and parting ways with certain friends, the era of the snake comes into view. 'Look What You Made Me Do' comes to slay, and I honestly couldn't relate more. Not only was the old Taylor dead, but in a way, another version of me had taken hold. A version of me with a whole new set of friends! A set of friends who would sing every last song on Reputation along with me! On June 30th, the moment had come! I was finally attending my very first Taylor Swift concert. That night would be filled with many raw emotions. Her B-stage performance of 'Mine' would take me right back to memories of sitting under the tree in my front yard eight years before. I thought this was as good as it was going to get! Until...my friend invited me to sit stage side with him at the Nashville show! Even though I had seen the tour before, I had never experienced anything like this. It was a total different experience sitting stage side. For the first time, I was actually fully immersed into the action of the confetti cannons and the heat from the fire! August 25th was officially one for the books!

It is now April 19th, and we are plagued by the theories and the hype of April 26th! When will it all make sense?! We only have 5 days and 21 hours until we can finally step out of the darkness and into light!

#taylornation #taylorlurking #taylor swift #ts7 #ts7iscoming

[northelypark]

Ohh, I've a list for you, friend. 5, 9, 10, 12, 13, 16, 18, 22 and 25 for the writer ask. I know you're busy so don't worry if you can't answer them all =)

Never too busy to talk about writing ;D

5) character you were most surprised to end up writing

I guess I never expected I'd end up writing a novel-length fanfic from the perspective of an obscure secondary character from a movie based on an equally obscure video game franchise. Life ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

9) what, if anything, do you do for inspiration?

Going for walks while listening to music, I’ve found, has helped me to generate a lot of ideas. Just listening to music in general allows me to imagine scenes and pivotal moments in my head so much easier than simply thinking through them. I have certain soundtracks I listen to for Lamplight Letters that give me the atmosphere I strive for in each chapter. Also, because it’s a PL fanfic and I want to capture the feel of that world, playing Professor Layton is another source I go to.

10) write in silence or with background noise? with people or alone?

As much as music helps with the brainstorming process, I have to have silence when I write, and I have to be alone, in my room. The internet provides enough distractions without adding people or blaring televisions or whatever else to the mix.

12) your weaknesses as an author

I’m too lenient in my editing and I let a lot of extraneous details slide when they should be cut. I cringe at the length of some of my chapters, but when I try to shorten them I find myself far too attached to this little scene and that little dialogue exchange. Actions scenes have always been difficult for me, as well. Probably because my eyes always tend to glaze when I read them in books. I find it hard to be invested in them even if they are well-written. Pacing is another issue I struggle with. Is the chapter too slow, too fast, just right? It can be so difficult to gauge after reading it over and over again.

13) your strengths as an author

While I have troubles with pacing, I think I know how to make a chapter flow pretty well, making paragraphs blend seamlessly one to the next and creating transitions that aren’t jarring. I also feel I’ve grown a lot in the last few years in my ability to weave concrete details together to create the right ambiance and set a scene.

16) are there any characters who haunt you?

Not sure if this question is referring to my own characters or those from other works, so I’ll answer for both. 

After finishing Unwound Future, I thought about Clive’s character a lot (and still do). It’s hard to say if I was “haunted” by him, but I was a bit disturbed and he rattled me to a degree, I think because I became so deeply invested in his story and the game as a whole. There’s just something that strikes me as so frighteningly genuine about his character and motives that even though the concept of a giant fortress emerging from the ground to destroy London is more than a little ridiculous, he makes it believable. 

As for my own characters, I can’t really answer without getting into spoilers. I suppose there’s one character I surprised myself with how dark and raw I wanted their motives to be. Is it a good thing when your own story passes that threshold of discomfort and starts to scare you a bit? Like what shadowy crevice of my mind came up with this and why?

18) were there any works you read that affected you so much that it influenced your writing style? what were they?

I feel like everything I’ve ever read has influenced my style to some degree in some way, shape, or form. There are so many authors I admire and could gush on and on about. There are also a number of works that influenced Lamplight Letters specifically and the style I chose for it. To name a few: To Kill a Mockingbird, with its autobiographical style where the narrator remembers and interprets her childhood through the lens of an adult. Jane Eyre, really a groundbreaking novel, one of the first to sink deep into the psychology, the inner workings, of its narrator and how that affects the telling of the story. Finally, The Mysterious Benedict Society. Amazing, amazing Laytonesque kid lit that inspired my interest in the “band of four unlikely friends” trope and dysfunctional boarding schools. 

22) are there any subjects that make you uncomfortable to write?

Intense emotion, physical injuries, violence, characters being seriously hurt or even killed by others characters, to name a few. Mostly it’s because of a lack of experience, though I suppose you could argue that lack of experience stems from my discomfort writing on such topics so we’re back to square one. Chapter 18 of the Lamplight Letters (where Clive and Amelia finally confront the Statue) is a good example of a chapter that was considerably uncomfortable for me to write. Really anything where my characters have to suffer intensely is difficult, though I realize the necessity of characters enduring great hardship. And as a writer I know I have to push myself into uncomfortable territory or else I’ll stagnate. Something to work on.

25) copy/paste a few sentences or a short paragraph that you’re particularly proud of 

One of my favorite descriptive passages to write:

The ceilings were lost in shadow, lending the feel of unimaginable height. To one side the portraits that lined the walls stared out with cold, impassive expressions, each vanishing into gloom as soon as we passed. Why did they look a shade grotesque, brows too white, lips too red, clothing too rank with ribbons and lace? On the other side, the row of windows reflected back our candlelight like flickering wisps. Faint, teasing lights to lead wayward children astray. With each step, I felt further and further from the comfortably mundane Dreycott I knew during its daylight hours, and closer to the twilit Dreycott of the past, murky and medieval,  the roots of a dark fairytale.

#writing #ask #thanks this was a needed break #ignebrisfox

[wordsablaze]

#15: Bullies and Battles

Match of Magic What if destiny chose soulmates through literal aesthetic matches? What if education fused with impossibility and reality faded away? Dan and Phil must unite, work together and help each other live the best of all the worlds they can…

(Phil POV)

“Bye, Dad.” I smile faintly as I offer him a wave, earning nothing but a small grunt in response.

I sigh, slinging my bag over my shoulder and catching the flash of hurt in Dylan’s angry expression as he looks to Dad, radiating disappointment.

I nudge him as he puts an arm around my shoulder, shaking my head at him, “S'okay.”

“Philly, it’s really not. You know he loves us, really.”

I frown but concede, having heard him and the others repeatedly tell me that for the past sixteen years. He smiles, this time not ruffling my hair but awkwardly half patting it in a true brotherly manner as he saunters back to the kitchen. I smile and go to fix my glasses but my hands meet only air as it dawns on me that I have contacts in today.

Silently shaking my head, I chide myself, grab my coat and walk through the shadows until I get to the bus stop, taking a slight detour to avoid the usual morning gang that never seems to sleep. Perhaps they’re all vampires so they sleep when I don’t see so they can fool the world into thinking they’re invincible.

Oh, who’s a vampire?

Not confirmed yet.

The game is on.

I smile at Dan’s instant replies, knowing that he was probably in the middle of something. Even though I can always sense Dan, we can’t always thought talk to each other, which is probably best. I rub my eyes again as I wait for the bus, having stayed up a little too late to finish editing one of my new I lean against the dilapidated bus stop.

I see Evan and David coming up; I groan, trying to slink backwards but almost fall in my attempt, having to flail for equilibrium and accidentally catching their attention.

Evan scoffs as he and David approach me, “Still in the posh school?”

I stay silent as David laughs, “You don’t belong here.”

I only shrug slightly so Evan frowns, “You’re not expecting a match to appear, are you?”

“Oh, come on, who’d want to be matched to you?” David sneers.

Deciding not to mention Dan or the multitudes of subscribers who probably wouldn’t find it extreme torture to be stuck with me, not that they can anymore, I just bite my lip and shrug again, staying motionless as the two of them saunter ahead. Only a few other people gather before the bus comes, none of them doing anything beyond a brief smile as they pass me.

I grab a seat in the middle of the bus, hoping to go unnoticed in the centre as if hiding in eye of a hurricane. I don’t pay attention to the other students as I listen to ‘We The Kings’, leaning my head against the window.

That is, until the bus stops, I feel the unmistakable pull of my other half and I know Dan’s getting on. It’s as if a sensor in front of me has warmed up, as if a small candle inside me has been lit ablaze to illuminate him, as if soft neon lights have suddenly been triggered within me. He gets on with three other people but doesn’t hesitate to doubtlessly flop down beside me, grinning. I laugh as I notice he has the most adorable half-smile dimples.

He nudges me and I beam back at him, “Hi!”

Dimples!

Shut up.

He blushes slightly, “Hello.”

“You seem flustered, what’s wrong?” I inquire.

“Nothing, it’s just…” he trails off, glancing at the other people on the bus. I smile knowingly.

Dan?

I’m actually sat next to you! Literally right next to you! To you!

I’d hope so, or else this would be REALLY awkward.

He laughs, his dimples re-appearing in place of his previous frown. Suddenly, the girl on the seat behind us jumps up, both of us whirling around in shock and inquiry. Dan groans as he sees who it is, obviously recognising her.

“Ellie, stop.” he practically whines, glaring at her in the typical sibling style; she must be his sister.

“Uh, nice to meet you?” I pause, “Also known as Ellie-phant by any chance?”

Her eyes light up and Dan looks at me with something akin to awe, relief and shock.

Ellie nods, “Yeah, that’s amazing of you.” she grins as her eyes flash brightly for a moment.

Dan whacks her arm and ducks his head before sheepishly grinning at me, “Ellie’s my sister.”

“And a Youtuber?” I ask, knowing the answer.

Ellie nods, “Don’t worry, I was just checking up on my little bro. Honestly, I think he might have some kind of mild agoraphobia.”

“Ell!” Dan glares at her a little more seriously this time so she shrugs and properly sits back into her seat.

Dan coughs and turns to me, “I don’t exactly have agoraphobia, I simply respect personal space and don’t really enjoy too much forced socialising.”

“I know, right? I always end up in some kind of weird situation or something.” I laugh, half wondering if he’s ever seen my videos or if only his sister has.

He smiles widely and gestures to my phone, “What’re you listening to?”

“We The Kings, have you ever heard of them?”

He nods enthusiastically, “A little, I found out 'bout them a couple years ago. Can I listen?” he asks so I hand him the right earbud, playing the music again.

Both of us jump as it resumes halfway into a sudden note but enjoy the rest of it, our shoulders connected without us trying. His head falls against my shoulder so I smile and lean more towards him, hoping that he’s comfortable. We have to end the song halfway through a sentence, both of us laughing as it ends awkwardly.

Someone crashes into Dan as we get off, making him yelp and crash into me. I stumble but grab his shoulders to make sure he doesn’t fall and break his nose or something.

Dan? Are you okay?

Fine, thanks Phil.

“Oi, watch It.” the other boy leers, glaring at Dan.

I can’t help but frown, “You crashed into him, in case you missed that.”

Dan looks at me gratefully but shakes his head.

That’s Ian. Ignore him.

I would have, but Ian gasps like a fish, glancing between the two of us, “You’re not serious?”

And so Captain Obvious finally saw what was in front of him.

Well, he seems fishy.

Dan stifles his laugh; I chuckle quietly and pull Dan away with me, leaving fishy Ian to piece the world’s easiest deduction together.

He and I wait together for the doors to unlock and he coughs, “So, lunch?” “The swings?” I ask immediately, knowing that there won’t be anyone there. I wonder they kept that swing set; it’s not like secondary school has playtime.

Dan nods, “Yeah, that’d be perfect.”

It won’t be perfect until you get there.

Dan elbows me, badly disguising his blush and rolling his eyes as the doors open and hundreds of students swarm inside like an academic hive mind. We split off as he heads to his registration room and I head to mine, both of us still grinning at each other.

Thanks.

I smile, and his presence inside me lessens a little like something stepping behind a transparent curtain so you can’t directly touch it but nothing can stop you seeing it anyway. It’s honestly a relieving feeling to simply know he’s alive so I just fiddle with my hands as I make my way to the registration room.

I’ve only taken about twenty steps before a cold voice sounds, “What’s all the nonsense about you being matched?”

I start, stifling my yelp as Ken appears in front of me. His name is perhaps the most irksomely apt as he looks like a freaking Ken doll with blonde hair gelled back and painfully bright blue eyes. He raises an eyebrow as I shrug, then steps forwards so that I have to step back instinctively.

“You’re not serious?” he low key growls.

I nod, “I…I have. Matched, that is. I have a match.”

As I try and stumble over the words falling from my mouth, Ken fumes with himself for a moment before his face becomes stony and he shoves my shoulders once, “You’re not making it up?”

I shake my head, avoiding his gaze as he steps back in frustration. When I look back up, there’s something despondently sharp in his eyes, something I haven’t seen before, and I frown in confusion but he doesn’t give me enough time to recognise it.

I wonder if he has a reason to badger everyone about their matches. As far as I can remember, he’s been asking about them, as if he fears for his own but finds consolation in the idea that many other people haven’t been matched yet. Maybe looking like a Ken Doll is pressuring?

Any sympathy I’ve built for him is washed away when he shoves me backwards and I slam into the locker, the lock digging into my back.

I frown and rub it awkwardly as danger flashes red in his eyes before he calms down enough for blue to flood back into his eyes.

I blink, not believing I saw that.

Since when do his eye colours change? Or any eye colours? And since when have I been able to identify emotions from colours? I make myself a note to watch for anybody else’s eyes as well, so I can see if it was just a lack of sleep causing me to imagine things or if it’s something I seem to have missed all my life.

Ken steps on my foot, harshly bringing me back into the corridor and out of my thoughts. I give him a neutral look but he rolls his eyes.

Ken scowls, “Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why did you meet yours before I met mine? I’m literally perfect and you're…a catastrophe.”

“I’m not a catastrophe.” I argue, trying to think of reasons to fire back.

Phil? Who said you’re a catastrophe?

I hadn’t realised I’d shared those thoughts with Dan; my eyes widen.

Just Ken.

Who the hell is Ken?

Another guy like Mr Fishy.

Mr Fishy? Oh my god, you mean Ian? That’s the best code name ever, we should totally use it. But are you okay? I promise you’re not a catastrophe, you’re literally the most brilliant person…

Thanks Dan.

Screw Ken! See you soon Phil.

Dan’s sudden, unhesitating defence makes me smile so I dismiss the catastrophic thoughts whirling in my head and thank the heavens for whatever the whole thought-talking deal actually is. Thought talk…

I like that. I think I’m going to call it that from now on.

Huh?

Thought-talking. Thought talk sounds more believable than something as cringe as telepathy.

“Earth to Glitch!” Ken snaps and I blink, having forgotten that he was in front of me for a moment.

I didn’t know you heard that. Okay, good call. Thought talk it is. To be continued…

See you soon, Phil.

I hope so.

I hope so more.

“Glitch?!” I hear Harry exclaim behind me, “How dare you call him that!”

Once again, I’m pulled out of my thoughts by someone else talking. Dan and I both seem to mutually agree we can talk - or thought talk - later so I minutely shake my head, tuning my attention back to Harry and Laia, both of them currently glowering at Ken.

“Phil might not do anything but, I swear to you, if you call him a glitch once more…” Laia hisses.

“You’ll what? You’re just puny girls.” Ken laughs.

“What have you got against girls?” Rosie demands as she arrives, her hands on her hips and her eyes narrowed.

Ken turns to and glares at me but I simply shrug, “Your match might be a girl; you should be more open minded.”

“You’re a girl.” He mutters darkly, then turns and storms towards our classroom.

We all laugh, Michael and George appearing as we recover from hysteria, “What is happening?”

“K-Ken.” Laia explains between giggles.

“Can you believe he attempted to insult Phil by calling him a girl?” Rosie asks, then sobers, “Wait, do you guys find that offensive? Is that how you think?”

“No.” Michael shakes his head, “Not us, at least.”

“Is anyone up for a detention?” Harry asks.

“Harry, no.” I interrupt before she can expand on that potentially awful idea.

“Why? What did Ken say?” George asks.

“He called them puny.” I answer, giving Laia a look.

She sighs and shakes her head, “No, Phil, we all know what he said. There’s no way we can have you thinking you’re a glitch.”

Michael’s so shocked that he seems to have a coughing fit bad enough for his eyes to start watering. Rosie smacks him between the shoulder blades, sighing in relief as he takes a deep breath and grins, “Sorry, I swallowed the hallway wrong.”

“A glitch? Alright, seems like I have a free hour after school.” Sandra announces, silently having joined us as Harry offered a detention.

I groan but Laia smiles, “If Harry goes down, I’m falling with her.”

“For her, more like.” I murmur.

Sandra nods and impressively manages to roll her eyes at the same time, “Too right.”

“Seriously?” Harry rolls her eyes at us but George whacks her with his P.E kit.

“It’s true.” he confirms.

Harry and Laia exchange a glance, then admit defeat, sighing.

Sandra grins, “So, just the three of us?”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Rosie holds her hand up, “No way I’m not coming.”

“Rosie, we’re making the video tonight.” I remind her.

“Damn.” she scowls, “Alright, fine. Michael will go for me.”

“Hell, yeah.” Michael smirks, probably already planning to use his martial arts skill set.

George groans as we decide we should probably actually go inside and get registered, “I can’t come!”

“Why not?” Sandra asks, then it dawns on her, “Oh, the basketball thing.”

“Guys, it’s okay.” I say, shaking my head at my ridiculous group of friends. I hold my hands up in apologetic surrender as I receive six identical glares of obvious exasperation.

“Wait, George, you can’t come?” Harry interrupts, something dawning on her as she constructs her plan. He shakes his head and causes the girls to share an undecipherable look before Rosie shakes her head at them and turns to me apologetically.

I already know what she’s going to say, and I think she knows that, but she says it anyway, “Sorry Phil, I have to avenge this. Just make a different video for tonight and I promise you - I solemnly swear to you - that I’ll make it for the next one.”

If she did for some reason expect me to be annoyed, she remains disappointed.

I just smile, “Okay. That’s fine, it’s not a big deal. You don’t have to do this, you know that, right?”

“I know. If it makes you feel better, I’ll do it to ease my own selfish consciousness.” Rosie suggests.

“And to spend time with me.” Michael laughs, winking.

I smile at them and shrug, knowing that once the two of them are joined, they won’t separate for as long as they can.

Like Dan and me.

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