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xmalfoyweasleyx · 3 years

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No future with a boy like this - F.W

Summary: Fred disappoints you more than once, giving you no other choice, you had to let him go.

Warnings: ANGSTY, cursing, implied sex very briefly, FLUFF AT THE END

A/N: my firsts time writing angst and I really don’t know if i was overdramatic or not enough dramatic lol please give feedback

April- 1996 - Hogwarts

Y/n was waiting on the tribune next to the quidditch field. It was already getting darker now. An orange glow spreading over the field. The sun was going down already. She was sitting there for two hours now.

She promised herself she would stop waiting after an hour but here she was, still hoping he would show up.

It was her birthday, it was her fucking birthday. And this wasn't the first time. It started with little dates, he forgot them sometimes but y/n didn't mind, he made it up every time.

He hurt her by forgetting those things all the time. But it was Fred Weasley after all. You knew this was coming when he became your boyfriend. You even got used to it. He was always busy. That's just how Fred is.

And here she was again. Trying to not let the tears of disappointment fall down on her cheeks. She felt miserable and decided to finally call it a night, going back to her dorm. She was exhausted.

Walking down the corridors, she saw Fred. He was just sitting there, laughing with George. That's when it was clear, he wasn't even late, he just forgot.

He saw her and smiled, walking her way, but she turned on her heals immediately. "Y/n!" he screamed confused. He followed her and his long legs made it easy to catch up.

She didn't answer, finding it much harder to hold back her tears now. "Y/n? Hey? What's wrong?" he asked.

Y/n stopped abruptly. "You really don't know?" she hissed.

A confused look formed on his face. "What do you mean"? he stammered. A tear fell down her cheek and his face was full of guilt now, without even knowing what he did.

"You forgot", you snapped, "again!"

He was thinking for one minute. It really took him one minute. What was wrong with that boy?!

Suddenly a wave of realization hit him. "Fuck." he squealed.

Y/n didn't need this shit right now, and ran away before he could say something. Making him run after her. "NO y/n wait! I'm so sorry, I won't forget next time, I promise, I'm so sorry" he begged while grabbing her arm, pulling her closer to him.

"You say that every time Fred" she sighed, another tear fell down.

It broke Fred's heart. It really did. He didn't mean to forget this things, he didn't want to hurt you. His mind was just so full all the time. So many things were going on in those brains of his.

"I mean it, I'm sorry, I love you y/n" he assured.

And she fell for it, like she always did. It happened every time. Fred said things that made her melt, and she forgave him. It was nothing new. Because how could she not? The sweet boy didn't mean to hurt her, she knew that, everyone knew that.

But still, her friends warned her. There was no future with a boy like this. It couldn't stay like this. So she swore to herself this was the last time. She made that clear to Fred too.

Because what if he's the love of her life? Her future? This was her last year after all, y/n’s future was right in front of her. What if Fred was her future? You both couldn't give that up.

May- 1996 - Hogwarts

Everything was alright.

They were okay.

And Fred hasn’t been late for a whole month, sounds like nothing special but to him and her it was.

This weekend y/n was going home, and not just home, but with Fred.

After a year it was time for him to meet her parents. Fred claimed he was the perfect son in law, so he didn’t hesitate to agree. Y/n was nervous and excited at the same time.

Ready in her dorm, with a portkey, she had her favourite sundress on. She was waiting for Fred but he didn’t show up. Okay it was only 15 minutes now, but with their little history it made her nervous. She was absolutely sure Fred wouldn’t forget this. He can’t forget this.

20 minutes later she was still waiting.

No. This couldn’t be true. It just couldn’t be.

And then, she found a note under her potionsbook. After reading only one word, she was already furious, a growing heat filling her cheeks.

Dear y/n, love

I remembered. I swear. But I just won’t make it. I’m not feeling okay and I think I might have a fever or something. I don’t want to make you or your parents sick, so I’m staying in my dorm.

I love you, kisses Fred x

She didn’t really know what to think. She was so disappointed, again.

But she could’t blame her boyfriend for feeling sick. Although she had her doubts, what if this wasn’t true, maybe he lied because he did forget it?

No, no, she had to trust him. Fred wouldn’t lie to her. So she grabbed the portkey and went to visit her parents.

Alone.

When she traveled back to Hogwarts it was late already, past midnight. Y/n hoped Umbridge wouldn’t catch her.

The corridors were empty, completely silent. This was not unusual. Most of the students were already asleep this late on a Sunday.

Unexpectedly, she heard gigles and laughs coming from around the corner. Did it come from the library? It couldn’t be. Not at almost 1 am.

She went closer to listen. Y/n placed her ear on the door. Was it... Was it...? No. No.

Did she hear Fred’s voice?

She really hoped she was just imagining this. Maybe she should trust Fred more.

But just checking won’t hurt right?

So she tried to open the door. It was locked.

“Alohamora” she whispered.

What she saw broke her heart into a million pieces.

Angelina sat on a table, with Fred extremely close to her, giggling. George and Lee were there too.

She couldn’t believe her own eyes. Looking silently in Fred’s shocked ones.

“Fuck” he sighed. “Y/n-“ he tried.

But she cut him off before he could say anything. “No, I don’t wanna hear another silly explanation from you, it’s enough, I don’t want to see you ever again” she screamed with tears in her eyes, making her vision blurry.

Y/n ran away, faster than ever so Fred couldn’t catch up this time.

“Stop!! Stop!” she heard him scream behind her.

She ran and ran, not even knowing were to.

“Let me explain” another scream followed.

That’s when she ended up in a corridor she didn’t know. A dead end. Ofcourse.

She gave up and stopped. Fred ended in front of her, breathing loudly, trying to catch his breath.

“Baby I-“ he tried

“Don’t call me baby, this is over” y/n cut him off.

Fred was speachless, for the first time in history. He didn’t realise this truly happened. He knew what he did wasn’t okay, but he never expected her to actually broke up with him. It just didn’t occur in his mind this was a possibility.

“But.. but...” he stuttered. “I swear, I can explain, what you’ve just seen, it wasn’t what you think it is. I’ve told you about the shoppe George and I want to open, right? It’s actually going to happen. We’re leaving hogwarts. That’s what we were doing, we were planning things. Tomorrow we’re going to blow up Umbridge, no not literally blow up, but with lots of firework! And then we’re going to open the shoppe together. It’s my dream y/n!” he rambled excited.

Y/n sighed. Understanding why he did this, but it didn’t change a thing.

“That actually makes things worse Fred. I’m happy your dream will come true. But you’re leaving and I’m finishing my year. When are you going to have time for me if you run a shop? You didn’t even have time for me now.” she cried.

Both of them were crying now. Knowing the break up was really going to happen. Fred wanted to keep fighting. But he knew she might be right.

A little sob left his mouth, something he never did before. She was right. He truly loved her but he couldn’t give her the happy future she deserved. He wasn’t right for her, he didn’t treat her the way she should’ve been treated. And the idea broke him. And that’s when she walked away.

They didn’t see each other again afterwards.

The next day, y/n laid in her bed when she heard fireworks, knowing what happened. She couldn’t go outside and watch...

Happy screams and laughs filled the castle. And that’s when she realised Fred and George were gone now. It was reality now. They won’t come back. Although a little part of her hoped they would stay. A little part of her thought Fred would come to her, begging her to stay with him. But she guessed he just didn’t love her enough.

After all the times Fred broke her heart, she was kind off used to it. But those heartbreaks couldn’t ever overcome this one.

August - 1996 - Diagon Alley

The summer was almost over, y/n graduated two months ago. The heartbreak still hurted but she was better now. She still didn’t know what to do now that she’s graduated.

Hermione decided you two had to go shopping. “It’ll make you happier” she stated like it was an actual fact. Y/n couldn’t say no of course.

Y/n’s breath hitched. A big clone of Fred’s face right in front of her (or George). This had to be their joke shoppe. God, it was more impressive than she expected. Guess you should never underestimate the twins.

“Let’s go inside y/n!” Hermione announced excited, grabbing her arm trying to puch her inside.

“Oh no no no no no, I don’t think that’s a great idea” she hesitated.

“Don’t worry, it’s so busy, Fred won’t see you” she promised her. Y/n sighed. She really didn’t want to go inside. She’d love to see the shoppe, but seeing Fred...

Whatever, it was true. It was so busy so Fred won’t ever notice her.

They entered, y/n was surprised, it was wonderful. Fred and George must have worked so hard to get to this point. God, she loved the place.

It brought back memories. All those joke products, most of them were used on her, she remembered. Fred thought it was hilarious to prank her literally all the time, being proud because it was something he invented himself. She couldn’t be mad about it, it made him so happy.

The place even smelled like him.

Y/n took a deep breath trying to gather all of the smell, in hope it would stay in her nose, so she could remember it back home.

She closed her eyes and imagined how it could be, if they didn’t broke up. How she would probably come here everyday to say hi, how she would watch Fred all day doing his job.

And then... she saw him. In his uniform, he stood there proudly on the stairs above her. Smiling happily, seeing all those laughing people because if his work.

He was happy. Fred missed y/n but he was happy. He thought a lot of all the things he did wrong. Although he didn’t really have time to worry.

Y/n sighed, it’s been months. Her heart was glowing inside her chest. She didn’t even feel sad any more. This was what her boyfriend always dreamt of. Her ex-boyfriend.

She turned around deciding it was not smart to look at the beautiful boy, the boy who still made her knees go weak.

Fred’s smell was more vibrant than before now. Almost like he was right in front of me.

Ow, love potions, of course.

Of course she still smelled Fred in it.

“I smell honey, flowers and vanilla soap” she heard a familiar voice whispering in her ear, almost making her jump.

“F-fred, hey” she stuttered, in shock by the fact he’s standing right in front of her.

“You look great, changed your hair” he smiled. It was true, y/n cut her hair a little shorter and decided to give it a lighter colour for the summer. The typical breakup haircut.

“Fred do you want to... talk... please?” she asked, knowing it wasn’t a great idea. She wanted to just run away after she realized what she said.

“We could go upstairs, talk in my appartment”

October- 1996 - Diagon Alley

“Come on darling, George opened up already!” Fred screamed running through his kitchen while jumping, trying to get his pants on. He grabbed an apple as breakfast.

Y/n ran to the kitchen too. “I thought you changed the being late thing” y/n joked, yes they joked about it now.

“You were the one holding me up this time” he smiled adding a wink. “You just can’t resist me in the bedroom” y/n answered daring.

She grabbed him by his collar, pressing a kiss on his lips. “I have no choice with the sexiest girlfriend in the word” Fred grinned, pressing kisses all over your face, making you giggle.

“Baby, you’re wearing your uniform backwards” he laughed.

Y/n worked at the shoppe now too.

When she asked Fred to talk, they actually talked for hours. They talked about what went wrong in their relationship, about what they had been doing in those months they broke up, talked about how they still had feelings,...

And after two hours they made up. Both being happier than ever, deciding they learned from their break up.

Fred asked her to come live in his apartment and work in their shop too. Y/n didn’t hesitate for a moment. She designed their boxes or packages and talked to costumers. But most of all she distracted Fred by rolling her uniforme skirt up and bowing down to ‘grab’ something. Sometimes he took her back to the appartment because he couldn’t hold back anymore.

Y/n now knew, the breakup was necessary. You both learned. And now you’re happier than ever.

Because after all, Fred was your future.

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lunarflux · 3 years

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"i promised i'd forget, but you're all i see when i dream the night away"

bang chan x reader

genre — drama!au

suggested background music: x

note: like i said - i put a lot of my life into writing. something similar to this happened to me today, and i'd like to think that music is getting me through it. i wanted to add more of a "post credits" scene for chan and o/c, but this is how my day is going and how this situation ends.

The world never felt so heavy.

You'd never thought that scrolling through social media could create this bleeding ring in your ears, yet somehow here you are, unable to look at your phone. The photo you stumbled across had already been burned into your memory. There were times when you could forget what song you'd just listened to, and yet this one image had suddenly been burned, a permanent nightmare in your mind.

Your ex looked happy. It wasn't a bad breakup, but after a year, you couldn't expect him to stay single forever. You'd both agreed to move on, and while you swore you had, seeing the photo of him with a beautiful girl kissing his cheek made your shoulders heavy. Staring at your blacked out screen, it was like the photo was still there, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't keep yourself from seeing it. Every time you closed your eyes, there he was.

Happy.

You fumbled with your cell phone, placing it face down on your desk before your boss could catch you. It was hard to hide the look on your face. It was pain, sadness, and confusion. How was it that after all this time, you hadn't succeeded in moving on, but he had?

Was it you? Or was this girl really so special that you were worth forgetting?

The feeling of being forgotten - it's seeing the dust gather on photos and the doorknob that he will never open again.

It's over.

"Do you have the paperwork for the meeting tomorrow?" Chan popped into your office, placing a fresh mug of coffee on your desk. You'd started here only six months ago, but he already knew that you liked your coffee light and sweet. "Jisoo wants to make sure we're not missing anything before -"

"Yeah, I have it." You said curtly, looking back at your computer, typing away at your report. "I'll bring it to you later."

"I mean, I can wait for it if you have it ready."

"Chan," you looked up at him. "I said I'll bring it to you later."

Chan looked at you with mild concern. Sure, there were a lot of women in the office, and the men had eventually learned when not to step on toes in the case of any mood swings because of work stress. You weren't one of those people though. You were the type of person who'd rid the stress with a bar of chocolate and be done with it. You'd never snapped at him before.

"Okay." Chan backed out quietly. He ducked into the next office over. Knocking on Minki's office door, he peered in.

"Hey," Minki stood up. "I gotta bring these to the fourth floor, can you watch the phone for me?"

"Yeah, no problem." Chan smiled before taking a seat.

Ping

He knew that you and Minki were office best friends ever since you got hired. While he didn't mean to see it, Minki left his messenger open and slowly your messages came flooding in.

x: he moved on x: am i supposed to be upset? x: we broke up a year ago, so why do i feel so defeated haha x: maybe i'm just decomposing. why do i feel like this x: can we get drinks later? i know you hate it when i drink to drown out my sorrows, but i just can't be here right now.

Damn.

Chan swore he didn't mean to see all that. That would explain the mood though.

x: i didn't think i'd miss him this much. i just want to forget about it.

Taking in a deep breath, Chan pulled out his phone and made a call.

"Chan, why did you need me for this stupid client dinner? And who the hell has dinner at 4PM?" You continuously complained as he drove you down the road into the next district.

"Just relax, it'll be fine."

You rested your head against the passenger side window. As your breath fogged up the glass, you scribbled little hearts, peppered over the skyline as Chan drove. It wasn't until you started seeing signs that you realized you were at Banpo Bridge. Chan pulled into the empty parking lot.

"The client wants to have dinner here? What are we doing - getting takeout?" You jested.

Chan opened your door. "Go sit over there, I'll be right back."

You took your seat right by the edge of the water. The weather really was perfect today. The fresh air helped clear out your thoughts. Even though the breakup was a year ago, seeing that photo really made it feel like it just happened yesterday. Your heart broke twice, and yet you couldn't bring yourself to think that you hate him now. You loved him as a memory - a beautiful, happy memory, and it was time to let go now.

Chan re-emerged next to you, a bag with four bottles of soju and piping hot ramen in his hands.

"Um -" You nearly laughed at the sight of him struggling to carry everything. "Am I missing something? Are the clients your drinking buddies?"

"Sit, sit, please." Chan arranged everything down on the ledge.

"Not that I'm ungrateful, but I am confused."

"I, uh." He sat down next to you, removing his jacket. "I'm sorry. Please don't be mad at me."

Stopping halfway from opening a bottle, you looked up at him.

"y/n, Minki had me watch over his desk, and I... I'm sorry, I saw your messages."

"Chan, that was private." You looked down at your shoes, feeling the heaviness in your chest again.

"I know. And I'm sorry." He grabbed the bottle from you and opened it himself. "Minki had to run to another meeting, and I saw how sad you were. I just figured I'd help you escape for a bit. I called in a favor from the interns to watch your stuff, so we could... do this, I guess."

You'd always known Chan was a softie. He was that guy in the office who never forgot about birthdays and important events. He was never late, and he would do everything he could to help out the new people. Even to you, he was a big help whenever you needed it.

"Again, I'm sorry." He poured two shots and handed you one. "But you looked like you needed it, so - cheers."

You watched him as you threw back your soju. You stifled a smile, "Pitiful, isn't it. Still feeling like you've been dumped even after an entire year."

Chan winced as the alcohol hit the back of his throat. "Not at all. Who said that a year was the right time to get over someone? There's no rule for that."

You continued to sip slowly, watching him open up all the snacks.

"I haven't had a girlfriend in years, and I swear, after my last girlfriend and I broke up, I couldn't stop thinking about her even because of the littlest things. It wasn't a bad breakup, but when you have so many happy moments with someone, you can't help but feel sad when you see that person making new moments with someone else. It makes you wonder if that could've been me, y'know?"

It couldn't be stopped. One deep breath and suddenly all the tears started pouring out. You couldn't control your breathing, and it felt like the weight of the world finally came crashing down on your chest, reminding you of every little happy memory that had to be released into the ocean like confetti.

Chan rushed over, placing his jacket on your shoulders. He hushed you, rubbing your arms to warm you up. Crouching down in front of you, he pulled you up and brought you into his chest.

"Wait, I'll get makeup on your shirt -"

He laughed at your childish worries. "It's just a shirt. Just go ahead, it's okay. I can get it dry-cleaned, and you're worth more than some shirt."

Feeling your tears soak up in the cotton, you just cried, and Chan let you until it felt like there was nothing left. You chest was still heaving, but you felt the weight lift slowly. The sea air started filling your lungs again like an icy burn.

"I'm sorry." You finally looked up, mascara stained on your cheeks. You smeared what you could from your face before sitting.

"Stop apologizing." Chan sat down beside you again. "Do you feel better?"

"A little."

Placing his hand on yours, Chan smiled. It was a warm gentle smile. He squeezed, "It will get better. I promise."

"I just feel like everyone keeps moving on, and I'm just stuck here."

"Where is 'here' to you? 'Here' to me is existing with a good job with good friends and a good life. 'Here' is anything you're doing happily without him." He reached up to cup your cheek. "I know you feel miserable, but your body won't let you feel this way forever. And neither will I. Please don't feel as if 'here' is an awful place. 'Here', you have me, and I'll stay until you're not sad anymore."

Peering up at him with red eyes, you smiled with whatever energy you had. Sadness still sat on your shoulders, but it didn't feel so awful anymore.

Chan nodded towards you.

"Until you're not sad or until you ask me to leave - I'll be here for you."

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mrsseverussnape · 3 years

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Love Is You - chapter 1

a/n: Hey guys, like i said in my info post i am reposting my OC fics again. I am gonna start with Love Is You, might post couple chapters in a day. Even if you don’t like oc fics, i think you won’t regret it since it is full of drama😏 I’d like to hear your thoughts!

Trigger warning: cheating

Scarlett woke up to a rainy Paris morning. She usually liked rainy weathers, but today it just made her uncomfortable in a weird way that she couldn’t put a finger on. But she brushed it off her mind and went to the bathroom to take a relaxing shower before heading to Ministére des Affaires Magiques de la France. Scarlett was supposed to stay in Paris 1 more day too but the Ministry has rescheduled the meetings for today. She was very happy about it because now she could be with her husband, Sirius, on his birthday. This will be a great surprise for Sirius, she thought.

After the meetings she went shopping, some French cheese and wine would be good for the birthday celebration. She has already gotten his gift, just needed a birthday cake to complete her surprise. Scarlett went back to the hotel to pack her stuff and apparated to London. Before heading home, she stopped by Sirius's favourite pastry shop and picked a birthday cake for him. Now she was all set and walked home excitedly. When Scarlett arrived at their door, she had that weird feeling again. She shook her head and opened the door then walked in quietly, she didn’t want to mess the surprise up right now. Scarlett left her luggage in the doorway then took the cake out of its box and started to look for Sirius. He wasn't in the living room, so she went upstairs. She saw their bedroom door ajar "I found you!" Scarlett mumbled to herself grinning and walked up to the room. When she got closer to the room, she started to hear voices. Scarlett pushed the door open slowly and immediately wished she hadn't done that. Her husband of 26 years was on top of a woman, moaning with lust. Scarlett felt a sudden pain in her heart like somebody stabbed her. The pair didn't even notice her while she was shattering into pieces there. The tears were running down on her cheeks uncontrollably. Scarlett put the cake on the nearby dresser and run downstairs then to outside. This was the moment when Sirius heard the sounds of her heels made and then noticed the cake on the dresser by the bedroom’s door. He cursed and moved away from the young woman underneath him. Sirius felt like he has woken up from hallucination with the sound of Scarlett’s heels, he had no recollection of how things came to this point but he was aware that he was in a big trouble.

"What's happening? I am not done yet!" The woman pouted and tried to pull him back to her.

"Leave!" he said while putting on his clothes. "Just leave! I fucked up everything!"

He run out of the room while she was cursing behind him.

Sirius was outside but Scarlett was nowhere to be seen. He needed to find her before it was too late but deep inside, he knew Scarlett was done with him. This thought made his heart wrench. He took a deep breath and apparated to the place where he was hoping to find her. Scarlett has apparated to her favourite hill in London. Watching London up from here has always made her happy and relaxed but tonight she was sitting there like a mess. When she thought about the scene that she just saw in their bedroom, a knife was stabbing her heart over and over again. She didn't know what to do but cry. When she was sad, she always went to Sirius because he always had something to make her happy but tonight, he was the reason that she was sad. Even sad wasn't enough to describe what she felt right now. Scarlett heard footsteps approaching to her then his voice, of course he knew she would be here.

"Scarlett...?" Sirius sat next to her. "Scarlett, love i am so sorry. I am so sorry." he couldn't help his own tears running down on his cheeks. He tried to hold her hand but she was quick to pull it away from him. "

“Don't touch me after you touched her!"

"Scar look at me please, i beg you!"

She looked into his moon like eyes. Sirius stared back at her dark green ones, the ones used to look at him with love and happiness.

"How many times you cheated on me when i was away...?" She whispered, scared of the answer.

"Never! I never cheated on you!"

"Until today... What changed? What did i do wrong...?"

His heart ached with her words; she was blaming herself for his own stupid act.

"You did nothing wrong Scarlett. I... i don't even know why i did that..." He cried. "Please forgive me... i will never do that again, i promise!"

She shook her head "You gave me a promise years ago. And you knew cheating is my biggest fear in a relationship... I have trusted you Sirius..." Then she added "Who, who is she?"

Sirius was crying and not answering the question.

"Tell me who is she!?"

"Arabelle Fullalove..."

"Your co-worker, right?" She laughed angrily. "I have warned you about her, remember? I knew she had her eyes on you!" She stood up and walked away from him.

"Scar don't go, i can fix it please!" He ran after her and caught her by the arm.

Scarlett turned to look at him one last time.

"I want a divorce." She said it so silently, but the words hit him like bullets.

"No no no Scarlett don't leave me! I will do anything! I love you. I can't live without you!" Sirius was trying to hold her.

Her heart ached with pain, she felt like she is dying inside. She loved him so much, but she couldn't accept what he has done tonight.

"I said what i said." Then she took of her wedding ring and handed it to him with her shaky hand.

"No no no! Don't do that Scar, i am begging you! You can't just forget all these years!"

"Do you think i want that, huh!? All i wanted to do was celebrate your birthday tonight but i found myself in this fuckery!" She lost her temper at this point. "Why!? Why did you do this to me!? To us!?" She was punching his chest while crying. "Tell me!"

"I don't know Scar, i swear i don't know! It… It just happened..."

Scarlett looked at him with disappointment and shook her head in disbelief. Then apparated, leaving him there all alone. Sirius fell on his knees crying, he has lost his everything.

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mimisempai · 3 years

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Wait for me on the other side 5/8

Summary:

Une rencontre... un baiser... une mini dispute... Loki et Mobius se rapprochent et chacun dans leur temps se rend compte de ses sentiments...

Thank you for all the people who came aboard the ship of this story! Your comments are really the essence of my motivation. I hope you'll continue to enjoy your reading!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32948254/chapters/82281988

BiFrost Bar - 2021

Thor exclaimed, "Why didn't you say it was your birthday? We would have had a cake for you or something."

Loki replied with a gentle smile, "It's just the time passing. I hate to make a big deal out of it."

Thor looked at him with his piercing eyes, "You keep a lot to yourself don't you?"

Although lately he was starting to open up a little more, Loki couldn't argue with him.

Thor continued, "There's nothing wrong with that. But I sometimes wonder what else you have in your life besides work. A family? A girlfriend or a boyfriend?"

Loki remained silent at first, then, faced with Thor's kindness, he finally began to talk about himself.

Sigyn's House - 2019

Sigyn introduced Loki with enthusiasm, everyone toasting him, kissing him, congratulating him.

Loki tried with difficulty not to show that he was slightly annoyed.

They arrived near Mobius and Sylvie, who was really looking forward to leaving.

"Loki, I'd like you to meet, Mobius and uh... Sylvie. He's going to help us find our lake house."

"Hello." greeted them Loki.

Mobius replied, "Hi." while Sylvie nodded.

Seeing that they were holding their coats, Sigyn asked, "Are you guys already leaving?"

Mobius looked at them, his gaze fixed on Sigyn's arm around Loki's waist and replied, "No, we're staying."

He felt Sylvie's irritated look on him.

"Very well." said Sigyn, "Come on Loki, I still have some people to introduce you to."

Loki gave a small pinched smile and followed his enthusiastic girlfriend.

A little later, Mobius was looking for a bathroom and in doing so, passed by the door of a room, half-opened. Inside, Sigyn was kissing Loki.

Mobius stepped back quickly and heard Sigyn ask, "Were you surprised?"

Loki replied in a tone that Mobius found dull, "Yes, I was. When are they going to leave?"

Sigyn asked worriedly, "What's the matter Loki?"

Loki sighed and replied, "Nothing. I'm fine... It's just I had a long day, plus the crowded train, I don't know. I guess I thought we'd be alone tonight."

Sigyn protested, "But these are my friends, Lo. They're going to be our friends. I want you to get to know them. We're going to make a life here."

"I know. I know..."

BiFrost Bar - 2021

"We moved in together when I finished college of the arts. He had rented this big house. A beautiful place, on the north side of town. We were going to live there forever. That was the plan."

Thor, who was listening intently, asked him softly, "What happened?"

Loki shrugged, "The problem is that it was his plan not mine."

Thor nodded, understanding.

Loki pulled himself together, "No, I'm not being fair. I thought I wanted it too. I don't know. Anyway, I ended it."

Thor put his hand on his arm and said, "That's your right Loki. You don't have to justify yourself, whatever your reasons, you had the right to end the relationship."

He took a sip of beer before continuing, "But then, who are you writing to?"

Loki didn't answer. He didn't know how to explain Mobius.

At Loki's silence, Thor added softly, "Sorry. It's none of my business."

Loki shook his head, "No, it's okay. You're right, there is someone."

He twirled his glass in his hands to give himself a little composure.

"It's kind of a... long-distance relationship."

"For how long?"

Loki sighed, "a long time."

Thor looked interested, "How did you two meet?"

Loki swallowed and replied, "We haven't met."

"What?"

"We just write letters to each other."

Thor laughed, "Is this a joke?"

Loki shook his head again, "No, I promise."

"You mean, it's like a pen pal?"

Loki nodded his head...

Thor laughed, but Loki didn't join him and drained his glass. before continuing, a little sadly, "It's the story of my life. Keeping everything at an appropriate and safe distance. Everyone... The girl who loved me, who wanted to marry me, I pushed her away, I run, I run away all the time. While now, the only man I can never meet... him, I want to give him all my heart."

Thor squeezed his hand and looked at him with a compassionate eye, "So you've never really talked face to face?"

" Nev-" Loki paused, suddenly realizing something, "No. Wait. One time..."

Sigyn's House - 2019

Loki left the house after his discussion with Sigyn. He really needed a break. He sat down on the stairs and suddenly realized he was not alone. Mobius was there too, alone.

The silence lingered, neither of them knowing what to say.

Then suddenly Mobius said simply, "Happy birthday."

Loki growled and replied, "If one more person comes up and says that to me tonight I'll kill them."

Mobius looked apologetic and stepped back a little in surrender.

Loki sighed, "Sorry for the reaction, I know it's not a big deal. Just one more year. I guess I'm not really in the mood to party."

Mobius replied, "Neither am I actually."

"So what are you doing here?" asked Loki, curious.

Mobius hesitated and replied, sitting down on the steps next to Loki. "I was hoping... to meet someone."

"Who?"

"Someone Sigyn told me about."

Loki nodded, "Ah. A reunion?"

Mobius chuckled, "Sort of."

"So what are you waiting for?"

Mobius sighed, "I'm trying to get some courage."

Loki smiled, "I understand." He tightened his arms around himself, feeling the coolness of the night and asked, "So you're the one who's going to find us a house on the lake, right?"

Mobius, sure of himself replied in a confident voice, "Yes, I will."

Loki was a little taken aback by the assurance of his answer.

"Are you a real estate agent?"

"No, I have a house above the lake."

Loki looked surprised and Mobius added, "And you're going to rent it after I move out." He coughed and pulled himself together, "I mean, you could. If you want to."

"When are you moving?

Mobius replied, "I'm...not sure. I guess once you finish your PhD in literature?"

Loki glared at him.

Mobius wanted to smack himself on the head and tried to make things up, "Sigyn said you were in the College of Arts and studying literature."

He paused and the silence was awkward.

Loki looked confused and Mobius felt he had lost the thread of the conversation, if there ever was one.

"What makes you think we would like it? How can you be sure."

Mobius replied seriously, "You'll like it."

Loki asked point blank, "Can you swim?"

Mobius replied, "Sure, I took lessons when I was a kid."

Loki shook his head laughing, "No, I mean, can you swim from home?"

"Oh."

Mobius laughed with Loki.

"Uh no. You can't. That's a downside. There's no path to the water."

"That's a shame."

Mobius nodded before adding, "Actually, I thought... You'd have to see it, but I always had the idea that I could change it. Nothing major. But a few new elements could really transform the house. A deck in the back that would be over the lake. And stairs…," Mobius paused, embarrassed by his enthusiasm when Loki wasn't supposed to have seen the house.

Loki continued his sentence though,"Stairs that go down to the water?"

Mobius nodded, "Yeah. That's it, like a gentle curve down... So you could go out the back door and down to the lake whenever you feel like it."

"That sounds really nice."

Loki turned his head toward the house where the party was still in full swing. He sighed, "It's pretty late. Shouldn't you go back? If you want to find the woman of your dreams tonight?"

Mobius replied with a wink, "Actually, that would be the man of my dreams."

"Oh..."

"Does that bother you?" asked Mobius.

"Oh no, I'm just surprised, pleasantly surprised to know that I'm not the only one here who's attracted to a little bit of both."

Loki gave him a teasing shoulder nudge. Mobius chuckled in response and added, "To answer your question, I'm not interested in finding the man of my dreams, I'm much better off here."

Loki blushed slightly at the implication of Mobius' words.

Mobius asked him gently, "Loki, have you read Persuasion by Jane Austen?"

Loki startled slightly and replied in surprise, "It's my favorite book. Why?"

"I have a friend who likes it."

Loki replied with a half smile, "Your friend has good taste."

"Yes he does." Mobius replied, a playful glint in his eye before adding, "I've been meaning to read it. Could you tell me a little about it?"

Loki waited a little and thought before answering. He wrapped his hands around his knees and began to speak with his chin in his lap, "It's about... waiting. These two people meet. They almost fall in love, but it's not the right time, and they have to part ways. Then, years later, they meet again. They have another chance. But they don't know if too much time has passed, if they've waited too long, if it's too late to make things work."

Mobius replied, "That sounds sad."

Loki shook his head, "It's not. Not at the end. I wouldn't have read it, I hate books that don't have a happy ending."

They were sitting pretty close to each other, Loki straightened up a bit and turned his head to Mobius who had also just moved closer.

They looked at each other for a long moment before simultaneously leaning towards each other until their lips met.

They kissed for a long time, forgetting everything around them. Both of them felt a sense of adequacy, of harmony at that moment. After a while, Loki pulled back and hesitantly said, "I don't know why I did that."

Mobius replied softly, "We did this, not just you, I'll try to explain..."

He was leaning again on Loki who did not move back when the door behind them opened on Sigyn and Sylvie.

Mobius and Loki quickly separated and both stood up at the same time, looking like children caught with their hand in the jam jar.

Sigyn and Sylvie could see that they had interrupted something. There was an awkward silence until Loki decided to break it, "Oh, Sigyn, hey. Uh, Mobius was just telling me about his house. It sounds really great."

Sigyn, his face set like stone, replied in an icy voice, "Great."

Loki turned to Mobius and continued, "We're, uh, definitely interested."

Mobius nodded and replied, "Good. I'll be in touch."

He stared at Loki for a few seconds and then whispered as he looked toward the ground, "I promise."

Sylvie, her eyes flashing, intervened, holding out his coat. "Mobius. It's late."

Mobius reluctantly followed her, taking one last look at Loki before heading for his pickup.

The return drive passed in dead silence and he dropped Sylvie off in front of her house. At the moment of closing the door of the car she said to him bitterly, "You know, if you didn't want anything to do with me, Mobius, you should have just told me. I know I'm intrusive but you never say anything, because you never want to hurt people. But not saying anything can hurt too you know."

Mobius felt bad that he had really hurt Sylvie.

"I'm really sorry. I... I'm not very good at this. I really like you as a... friend, but I don't want to go any further. I... I am in love with someone else."

He was surprised by the admission he had just made to himself. For the first time.

Sylvie seemed to notice and her face softened a bit.

"It'll take me a little while, but don't stop coming to the store or talking to me because of it, okay. I like you as a friend too, not just a love interest. I don't want to lose our friendship. So I'll probably give you a hard time the next few days, but that's okay."

Mobius nodded, moved by Sylvie's kindness, "I... Thanks."

She didn't answer anything, closed the car door gently and went home.

Mobius drove in a daze back to the house on the hill and was surprised to see that the mailbox flag was up.

He opened it and grabbed the little note that was inside.

Oh, my God. It was you.

I remember you.

Why didn't you tell me who you were?

I'm waiting by the box, I know you're home around this time, so you can answer right away

Two years apart, the same conversation, rhythmed by the movement of the small flag.

M -You would have thought I was crazy.

L -But I liked you. That was our chance. You should have told me.

M -And your girlfriend?

L -What about your girlfriend?

M -She's not my girlfriend!

L -Well, she's not my boyfriend!

M -She was then! I mean, she is now.

L -Your 'now', not mine! And maybe the 'now' would be different if you had said something back then. Maybe now would have come sooner, or maybe now would be our now, not just my now, you know?

M - No! I don't know!

2021 - Loki's apartment

Loki reread their conversation, grumbled in frustration, and threw the letter across the room, exasperated. A missed opportunity. Croki spun around his feet and rubbed his legs, as if to comfort him.

2019 - Mobius House

Mobius, equally frustrated when he saw that Loki did not answer, threw away his pencil and stomped toward the house. Once inside, he slumped in his armchair, sighed and looked thoughtfully through the bay window as Croki came to lie down and put his head on his feet, sensing his master's trouble.

_________

Fortunately, Croki is there to support them... but will they finally meet? How about a date?

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 (End)

#lokius fics #lokius #Developing Relationship #no powers au #Alternate Universe #Letters #penpal #loki series au #loki #mobius m. mobius #thor

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willow-salix · 4 years

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Day 100 of Isolation on Tracy Island and I'm writing this as a continuation from yesterday because I didn't have time to finish it then. And yes, before you ask, I am talking to Gordon again, because it was actually quite sweet in the end.

You know what it's been like during lockdown, everything has kinda blended into one longass day? I’ve lost track of dates, lost track of days in general, all they are is a number now, I know this is day 100 but I couldn’t tell you the month. Apparently it’s June, who knew?

We walked in after our little submarine jaunt and Gordon made his announcement. Scott popped his head around the door, looked panicked for a second and then vanished. Two seconds later John was forcibly shoved through the door into the kitchen with us. He stumbled and flailed for a second then pulled himself together.

“Hey, you’re back, I missed you!” he pulled me into a hug but I was wise to his moves and noticed the gesture he made behind my back allowing Virgil to sneak out from behind the breakfast bar and make a run for it.

“OK what’s going on?”

“Nothing!”

“Really?” I pulled back to hit him with a warning glare, just a little one to let him know I wasn’t appreciating the fibs. “Gordon said he was distracting me.”

“Well, Gordon is an idiot,” John shrugged, “I wouldn’t pay too much attention to anything he says.”

“Hey, unfair!”

“Accurate,” I agreed. “But unfair. Now spill it, Spaceman.”

“OK, fine,” he conceded, holding out a hand, “come on, follow me. You too, Gordo.”

He led the way up to the lounge where there was a hive of activity going on. You know in those old cartoons where everyone is dashing around and someone walks in and they all stop like they have been freeze framed, mid activity, just staring at you like you’re a three headed alien dancing with maracas. Which I wasn’t, I can assure you.

“Gahh, she’s here!” Alan yelped and they all came back to life.

“Happy birthday!” they choroused.

“You what now? Who’s birthday is it? Oh my gods, did I forget someone's birthday? Wait, is it August already? I’m so sorry, Virg! I suck! I’ll make it up to you.”

“It’s June,” John reminded me.

“It is? Who’s birthday is in June?” I flipped frantically through my mental rolodex of family rubbish and came up empty.

“Love, it’s your birthday.”

I snorted. “I think I’d know if it was-” he showed me the date on his phone, “-my birthday,” I finished. Dang. “I can’t believe I forgot my own birthday.”

"Well, you have been a bit distracted lately," Jeff laughed.

“We’ve all chipped in to help,” Scott told me, handing me a glass of something blue with an umbrella in it. “Better sip that carefully at first, MAX made it, Brains has been teaching him to mix drinks and he’s insisting on being our bartender today.”

“We have presents,” Alan grinned.

“And I made a cake!” Grandma smiled, gesturing to the coffee table.

“Oh...oh you guys are amazing,” I sniffed, feeling tears brewing.

“Quick, John, waterworks at 3 o’clock,” Virgil laughed as I was dragged into another hug.

“Nope, crying is not allowed,” John insisted, petting my hair.

“I can if I want to, because apparently it’s my birthday,” I mumbled against his shoulder.

The tears didn’t actually last that long, just long enough for me to mark my territory by getting foundation and mascara smears on his shirt. I’m a woman, it’s what we do.

Everyone gave me hugs and someone put on some music to 'really get the party going' although it was something call Gangnam Style so I think it was Grandma, she was doing a very weird dance to it too.

My mum called during the cake, which gave me a perfect excuse not to eat any of it (thanks Mum) and I promised that I’d visit them the next day.

The drinks that MAX mixed were...interesting, mostly palatable, very strong and they led to some very sloppy karaoke numbers that Scott and I started but the others helped to finish.

Someone had managed to get off the island and pick up take out and yes, Alan had been right, there were presents.

It turned out that Virgil had been borrowing my things to work on a witchy tarot card themed painting for the wall of my office, Alan got me a years membership to Cavern Quest (I think that’s more for his benefit than mine) Gordon got me a Thunderbird Four bath toy, Scott bought himself a new hoodie so I could keep his (Yay, but it's bold of him to think I won’t steal that one too) and John unfortunately didn’t get me the kitten or the hamster that I wanted but he did get me a cute little moon necklace and a promise of another present later, so I’ll forgive him.

I’m writing this a little worse for wear and all alone apart from Alan, Jeff, Grandma and Kayo.

We were all slumped around the breakfast table, sipping coffee like it was our life’s blood and trying to force some toast down into our rebelling stomachs, my head was pounding and Gordon was SOOO LOUD.

BEEP BEEP BEEP

“Urghhh,” I groaned, “turn that off. Whatever it is, it’s bad for me right now, " I tried to burrow my aching head under Alan's arm but it did nothing.

“It’s the emergency line,” John answered, sitting up straighter.

“Emergency line?” Scott shot upright too.

“Is this it? Do we have one?” Virgil asked, starting to smile.

John nodded. “Yep. Guys, you’re going to the Bahamas.”

Everyone scrambled, looking so dang happy to be moving again, to have a purpose again, taking off at a run for the lounge and their launch chutes and John to five to coordinate.

It looks like the world really is starting up again even though it is hard to think about. We’re used to being a bit isolated here and cut off from the rest of the world, but this has been a long lockdown and no doubt about it, it’s not completely over, not by a long shot.

We still have to social distance, we still have to wait for a call from the local authorities giving us permission to enter their country rather than just going wherever we are needed, but it’s progress.

This will be my last regular update for a while, it’s been an interesting three months and I’ve thoroughly enjoyed sharing our daily lives with you all in more depth, but now we need a little time to ourselves.

But don’t worry, I’ll still share the best stories with you all, I’ll still tell you all when something ridiculous happens, because let’s face it, it’s us, it’s a foregone conclusion that things will never be quiet here for long.

So, until I have something else to share, here’s a big thank you for spending time with us every day, for reading about our crazy lives and for laughing along with us (and crying with me too). Remember to stay safe, don’t take stupid risks, look after yoursleves and those you hold dear.

International Rescue are never far away, if you need them, just call, any frequency will do, they’ll hear you.

Bye for now.

(( Don't worry, I've loved doing these and will continue doing a diary for Selene as it was such fun. Isabelle did another picture to accompany this one, so here's the latest family portrait))

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds 2015 #thunderbirds fanfiction #tracy island #thunderbirds in isolation #isolation island #social isolation

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shawnpetermuffins · 5 years

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Dancing On My Own

Summary: We have a little best friends turned lovers thing going on here because why not.

Request: this lovely angst was requested by @it-isnt-in-myy-blood and I hope it's what you wanted.

Warnings: angst, with a fluff ending because again, why the hell not?

A/n: this ending sucks, I'm so sorry.

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"Please come. It's my birthday party you have to," Brian begged over the phone.

"Bri, no. I can't."

"You mean you won't," he sighed. "If I told you Shawn was going would you come?"

Damn him for using my one and only weakness. "I hate you."

"I'll see you tonight." He hung up before I could change my mind.

Here's the thing. I hate parties. I hate bars. But I love Brian. And I love Shawn. We've been friends since I could remember. All of us, Brian, Shawn, Matt, Ian, and me. It's us. But I've always been the closest to Shawn, which is great, except I've also been in love with him since we were sixteen. And I didn't realize it until he had a girlfriend and it was too late to do anything about it. Now we're twenty he's been touring the world and I still love him, and he still doesn't know.

So you can imagine the immense, aching pain I felt in my chest when I saw him behind the bar talking to a girl in this dress that left very little to the imagination. (Definitely not something I could ever rock.) She was beautiful, I will give him that. Her hand is permanently on his bicep and she's laughing at everything. And she leans forward every time giving him an optimal view of her chest. As if being six foot two doesn't already give him that chance.

And yeah, I know it's stupid, but I gotta see it for myself.

"You look like you need a drink," Matt wrapped his arm around my shoulders and handed me his glass.

"What is it?" I brought the brim of the cup to my lips.

"Seven and seven."

I nodded and downed the rest of the drink, which was only about a quarter of the glass. I coughed in my elbow, hating the burn in my throat. "I need another drink. You want anything?"

He furrowed his brows and looked over at the bar where Shawn and that girl were somehow even closer than earlier. "I'll get it. What do you want?"

"Strongest thing you can get me."

He gave me a sad smile but nodded anyway and made his way across the floor.

Instinctively, my eyes wondered to Shawn who was now dancing - grinding, actually - with her. I glanced down at my feet, clad in heels and bright pink nail polish.

"Hey, you doing okay?" Brian showed up at my side a few minutes later.

"Yep."

"You're not. What's wrong?"

I sighed, "Brian, I know you wanted me here for your party, and I love you. But do you see what I see?" I gestured over to the newly found couple. "I can't watch that."

"Are you ever going to tell him?"

"Tell who what?" Matt found his way back to us and gave me a shot and a lime. "Tequila," he said when I looked at him confused. "Anything tequila is your drink tonight. "

I nodded, "sounds good." I swallowed the harsh liquor and quickly bit into the lime. I placed the lime in the glass and set it on the table next to us.

"Now are we gonna tell who what?"

"Is y/n ever going to tell Shawn that she's in love with him?"

As if on cue, we all looked over at them and I wish I hadn't because the sight was awful. Shawn's tongue was down her throat and his hands were on either side of her waist, and I thought I might throw up.

I'm in the corner, watching you kiss her. Oh oh oh. I'm right over here. Why can't you see me? Oh oh oh.

I'm not drunk enough for this, I though. And the guys must have thought the same thing because Matt handed me his still full glass and I drank it all in one gulp, wincing at whatever it was. I didn't care. I just needed to drink. Without another thought, I took Brian's beer and brought it to my lips. Now let's be clear. I don't drink often, I've never seen the point. Sure I'll have a glass of wine with dinner here and there, and sometimes a rum and coke if I'm out with the guys. But only ever one. However, in the last ten minutes I have had four different types of alcohol and I didn't plan on stopping there.

And I'm giving it my all, but I'm not the guy you're taking home... I keep dancing on my own.

I was just about to take my fourth shot when Shawn and his new accessory made their way over to us. He had lipstick smeared all over his neck and jaw. I was disgusted.

"My god, I hate tequila," I mumbled, but grabbed another glass. Shawn stopped me.

"How many have you had?" He asked over the music. Brian and Matt eyed me while I stood in front of my best friend, decently smashed, but somehow still not drunk enough.

"Well I can still see straight, so not enough." I gulped yet another glass and Shawn just watched me curiously.

"The cake's coming out," Brian placed a hand on the small of my back, probably to distract me from the girl clinging to Shawn's side.

I plastered on a fake smile and we all started singing "happy birthday" when we saw the lit up cake.

I just want to dance all night, and I'm all messed up. I'm so out of line, yeah.

"Happy birthday, to you!"

She claps with her arms still wrapped around his bicep and I roll my eyes. She's clearly never heard of personal space.

Some upbeat R&B song from the early 2000s blared through the speaker and she gasps. "Shawn, come dance with me!" She drags him back to the dance floor and I slump back into my seat, taking the last shot on the table.

Stilletos and broken bottles, I'm spinning around in circles. And I'm in the corner watching you kiss her, oh.

I can only watch for a minute before that familiar promise of tears stings my eyes and I have to rush out of the bar before I fully break down. The guys all call after me, trying to get me to stay, but if I was in there one more second I would surely break.

So far away, but still so near. The lights come up, the music dies, but you don't see me standing here. I just came to say goodbye.

I'm leaning against the wall of the building, tears blurring my vision, sobs wracking my entire body.

"Y/n?"

Shawn. I straighten up quickly and wipe at my eyes. "Oh, hi."

"Honey, what's wrong? Why'd you run out like that? Did something happen?"

I scoffed. "Surprised you noticed."

"Of course I noticed. I've been watching you all night. You don't seem like yourself."

I shook my head, "so you can watch even with your tongue down another girls throat?"

"What does Quin have to do with anything?" He threw his hands up.

"Just forget it. Forget I said anything. Go back inside. Go be with Quin."

"No. My best friend is crying and I'd like to know why. You think I haven't noticed that you've been checked out all night. Or the past few weeks, actually."

"I don't know what you want me to say." I shrugged.

"I want you to talk to me," he begged. "Why don't you talk to me anymore?"

"Because I'm in love with you!" I blurted out. "There. Are you happy? I'm in love with you and that's why I can't talk to you because you have a new girl on your arm every time we go out and it fucking hurts to see that, Shawn!"

He stopped and stared at me for a while. "Why wouldn't you tell me?"

"Why wouldn't I tell you? Because we've been friends since we were kids. I didn't want to jeopardize our friendship."

"How long have you felt this way?" He stepped closer to me.

"That doesn't matter."

"Yes it does."

"Fine," I crossed my arms over my chest. "Sixteen"

"So, you've kept this from me for four years. And you never thought, 'hey, you know, my best friend might want to know that I'm in love with him.'"

"You had a girlfriend! Then you were touring the world. And now you're sleeping with every girl you can get your hands on, but not me. Never me. Am I not good enough for you, Shawn?"

"Y/n, you are the only girl I have ever been able to keep in my life. You're too good for me, let's be completely fucking honest. I can't give you the attention you need and deserve. I'm never home."

"You think I don't know that? I know you're never home, which is why, even though I hate bars and parties, I still go out so that I can see you. I love you, Shawn. And I hate seeing you with other girls. But I know that we can't be more than friends and after this, we probably can't even be that, eh?"

He ran his hands through his hair, "let's do it."

"What?"

He reached for my hands, "look, I can't promise to be the greatest boyfriend in the world. But I can promise that I'll do everything in my power to make you happy. Because I do love you, so much. And if you're willing, then I want to do this. I want to be your boyfriend. You're my best friend, y/n."

"I don't want to lose you if we break up."

"Then we're best friends first. Boyfriend and girlfriend second. Nothing has to change other than the label."

"You sure you want this? I'm kind of a handful."

He chuckled, "I know, hon."

I hit his arm playfully, "Ass."

"I like yours."

My cheeks flushed pink and I wrapped my arms around his torso, burying my head in his chest. But he picked my face up by my chin.

"Hi," he said simply, a smile transforming his face.

"Hi."

I didn't have time to blink before I felt his lips on mine. And this - even just the slightest peck - was definitely worth the four year wait.

"I think I'm dreaming," I mumbled against his lips.

"Not dreaming, darling."

"Then I'm just really drunk."

"That you are. Let's get you home, eh?"

I nodded, "I should go tell the guys that we're leaving. Don't want them worrying about me."

Shawn looked behind me and rolled his eyes, "I think they already know."

I turned around to see Matt and Brian standing in the doorway. Matt quickly ducked back inside when I caught him. Brian was pulled in screaming, "FUCKING FINALLY!"

***

A/n: I hate the ending, actually.

#shawn mendes #shawn mendes angst #shawn mendes blurb #shawn mendes fanfiction #shawn mendes imagine #shawn mendes one shot #shawn peter raul

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apotatomashedbybts · 5 years

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The Stains Of Your Love

[GENRE: angst, mature, fluff

Pairing: Jimin×reader, Jungkook×reader

Word Count: 3.8k+]

[Summary: Jimin and your relationship was perfect, everyone said so, you thought so too. But love is not always what it seems to be. What if you get hurt by the person you love the most? Will you flee away? But how far will you run until love finds you again? ]

Part II : Healing Heart

Standing on the balcony of your room you breathed in the dawn air. It had been one year since you left Korea but the wounds were still fresh.

"Honey, you are up already? Happy birthday dear!" your mom hummed after entering your room.

"Thank you mom!" You replied and hugged her.

After you returned from Korea your parents were quite worried about you. You gathered enough courage and told them about Jimin cheating on you. They had always trusted you and believed in your decisions so when you decided to live here permanently they didn't object and you were grateful for that.

Your dad had already wished you at midnight as he hated waking up early. But like every year your mom wished you at sunrise because that's when you were born. When your mom went back you sighed remembering that every year Jimin wished you too at the same time. But this year he won't mostly because may be he didn't want to and partly because you changed everything that could have made him contacting you possible. You wondered how was he doing. Was Yujin taking care of him as you used to? Was she loving him enough? Was Jimin able to erase you from his memories?

Your chain of thoughts got cut by the beeping sound of your phone. Ga-yeon had already wished you at midnight so you were confused as no one of your colleagues knew your birthday. You checked your phone, there was a message from an unknown number.

You frowned your eyebrows and tried to remember if you gave anyone your number who could have passed it on without your permission. But you couldn't find any. Your heart skipped a little when the thought of Jimin texting you crossed your mind. You suddenly got nervous and your heart began to race real fast. To trim down the feeling you sat down and took a deep breath. But it was of no help. Then you read the text again and noticed the words 'you won't know me' . You didn't know why but you became quite disappointed. Then you scoffed to yourself, how could you even expect him to text you! You entered the bathroom and turning on the shower you broke down into tears. You clenched your hand over your heart as if trying to reduce the pain but it did not work, not a little bit. Like the shower above your head, tears were coming out from your eyes.

"Sweetheart! Are you okay? You have been in there for pretty long!" Your mom's words made you break out from your broken state. You replied, "Coming mom! I won't take long!"

After coming out from the shower you got ready for going to office. You checked yourself in the mirror and immediately regretted crying for so long.

"Sweets, is everything alright? Your eyes are.. not looking that great." Your dad asked you with concern clear in his voice when you reached the breakfast table.

"Oh! It's nothing to worry about dad! May be because I stayed in the shower longer than usual." You replied smiling. The least thing you wanted was to make your parents worry about you. You had been quite successful in putting up a cheerful curtain over your sadness in front of your parents over the past year.

After reaching your office you tried to observe everyone if anyone knew about your birthday. But no one seemed to pass your criteria and that got you frowning more. You didn't want any more drama in your life, one was more than you could take. You sighed and concentrated in your work.

At evening you thought of going to a nearby bar but you knew you'd end up getting a lot more drunk than you were supposed to. So you decided to head back home.

Seeing the darkness that engulfed your house you frowned hard. This reminded you of that night when your apartment was covered by the same unusual lightlessness. Of course you knew that something like that won't happen here but you had hated darkness ever since. You cleared your throat and called out, "Come on guys! I know it's you. It's not necessary. I am not a kid anymore. Mom, dad, Yeon come out!"

The room lighted up the next moment and with a sheepish smile Ga-yeon came out behind the sofa and said awkwardly, "Surprise! He he!"

"It was not our plan!" Your mom entered the living room with her hands up, "It's all her idea!" and she pointed to your best friend.

"Oh! Come on! I know you like it! And see who came to wish you!" Saying this Ga-yeon turned you around.

"Uncle! Aunty! When did you come?" You exclaimed happily.

"Just this morning y/n! Happy birthday dear!" Your best friend's mother said with a loving smile.

Ga-yeon's parents had always loved you since they knew you and you had loved them back equally. You asked yourself that what did you do to get such a best friend because you perfectly knew that Ga-yeon made her parents come here all the way from Korea just to make you feel loved using your birthday as an excuse.

You turned to thank her but your face suddenly turned into a scowl after seeing a boy beside her who you were certain enough you didn't know. Ga-yeon smiled cheerfully and said, "Hey y/n, meet, this is Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook, my cousin! He has been here in Australia for awhile and I thought it'd be great if you two can become acquaintances at least."

You didn't want to turn down your best friend after all she had done for you. So you decided to let this one slide though you had promised to yourself to not get into touch with unnecessary persons anymore.

Jungkook turned out to be a much cooler guy than he seemed to be but you decided to keep your distance. He had been in Australia for last few years and was majoring in photography from University of Canberra. It's his last year here. He would go back to South Korea after completing his courses.

The night ended quickly between so many people and you couldn't remember when was the last time you laughed so hard in the past year. The main credit for making you laugh surely went to Jungkook and somehow for a moment he was able to erase Jimin from your memory.

At night Ga-yeon texted you

Clearly trying to avoid your best friend's indications you kept the phone and tried to sleep. Memories of Jimin were still unspoiled in your heart and letting someone in your life at this moment would be too much for you and would be an injustice to the person. As you closed your eyes Jimin appeared in front of your eyes. You tried to shake that away but couldn't. You sat up straight and thought how could a person change so much? The same person who flew from Korea to Pretoria only because he couldn't let you alone on your birthday two years ago was the same person who hurt you so bad. You looked at the moon outside your window and cursed it. It was the same moon under which Jimin vowed to love you forever.

The next day you woke up quite late and rushed to work somehow stuffing breakfast into your mouth. At lunch time you went to the subway opposite to your office. When you took your food you saw Jungkook waiting for his order on the line next to yours. You tried to avoid him but he saw you.

"Hey! Hi!" He said, clearly surprised to see you there.

"Hi!" You cursed yourself for your wrong step.

He took his food and came to you. "You come here often?" He asked you.

"Ah! No no! Just when I skip my breakfast." You smiled at him.

You two sat together at a table and continued to talk. Mostly it was Jungkook who was talking, asking about your day, talking about his passion in photography and all. You didn't pay attention to him that much yesterday but as now you were talking with him you noticed his features distinctively. He had a really handsome face and his smile was like that of a bunny. When he scrunched his nose shyly while talking you found it quite cute and smiled to yourself. But the feature that attracted you the most was his doe eyes. They were so expressive and beautiful as if they were holding all the innocence of the world.

You pinched your thoughts to stop yourself from getting in too deep. You looked at your watch and realised that lunch time was going to be over in a few minutes. So you took your leave from Jungkook and headed to your office. After many days you were genuinely happy and you didn't know why.

For the next month you kept running into Jungkook almost everyday. You tried to wave it off as a coincidence but somewhere in the core of your heart there was a bud that had started to grow unknown to you.

Somehow Jungkook had the ability to make you forget Jimin and deep down though you wondered how he did that, you appreciated the feeling.

In the midst of all these coincidental meetings you became so used to his presence that if you didn't come across him a single day you felt like you were missing something.

You questioned yourself that were you ready yet to love someone? The face of Jimin in front of your eyes answered 'no'. But still that didn't stop you from wanting Jungkook to be a part of your life.

You were quite surprised when after reaching your office your colleagues told you that director was looking for you.

"May I come in sir?" You knocked the door of the director's room.

"Oh y/n, yes please come in!" The director said.

After you sat down he continued, "Director of Foreign Service of Korea, Mr. Jihoon Jung called our office this morning. He was asking for you. As you have changed your number he couldn't contact you so he contacted me instead. I thought it'd be better if you give your number to him yourself." Saying this he made a call to your previous work place.

Director Jung: Hello y/n, how have you been doing?

You: I am doing fine sir. Thank you for asking. How is everyone there?

Director Jung: Oh! Everyone misses you here a lot. Except that everything is going well.

You: Oh! Sorry sir! Tell them that I miss them too.

Director Jung: Yes! I will tell them. But y/n I called you for a specific reason. As you were one of the most efficient workers here I think I can do this for you at least and I also thought that I should let you know about this. Yesterday Jimin came to our office and was asking about your whereabouts. Of course I didn't tell him anything because you didn't want me to. He didn't look good. I don't intend to interfere but I think you should check up on him.

You couldn't talk for a second. Hearing Jimin's name after so long made your legs go weak but you can't let that show in front of your now director. So you continued the phone call as normally as you could.

You: Oh! I will look into it sir. Thank you for letting me know.

Director Jung: Okay then! Have a good day. I'll take my leave then. Bye.

Seeing your somewhat shaken state Director Wilson asked you if you were okay. You pretended to be fine and took your leave. The whole day your mind was stuck into that one thing and concentrating in work was hard. You wanted pull your hair and cry. Suddenly the thought of Jungkook crossed your mind. You hadn't seen him for two days and you were missing him though you would never admit it to yourself.

"May be Jungkook can help!" You wondered and texted him.

After keeping the phone you sighed heavily. You rethought your decision. Were you doing the right thing by trying to confine yourself in him? But you couldn't back off now.

"He would feel bad." You told yourself.

But from when did you start to care about his feelings? You sighed again and took a sip from the drink that your colleague gave you awhile ago. You didn't notice it at first but after taking a sip you realised that it was the same drink that Jimin loved a lot, strawberry frozen iced tea. You looked at it for a really long time and your mind sped back to that day when Jimin brought the same drink for you at your apartment. You didn't like it so you teased Jimin about liking it so much. Then Jimin in reply to your teasing said, "You know what, if you taste it like this then you will find it really tasty." With mischief in his eyes, he drank the whole drink in one sip and then kissed you. Though at first it tasted like the drink but the temptation of his lips took over you and the kiss that started as an answer to your teasing ended in an ethereal love making session.

You sighed again as you felt your heart squeezing in your chest. You were trying hard to stop the tears from coming out and it seemed more difficult than holding a herd of mad oxen at a field. You smiled at your own stupid humour and looked at the watch. You wanted the time to pass quickly.

After picking you up when Jungkook asked about where you wanted to go you vaguely asked him to drive to the opposite direction of the road that took you to your house. Throughout the whole journey you said nothing, just looked outside the window and processed what to say to Jungkook. You wanted to tell him about Jimin but didn't know how to. Jungkook didn't initiate any talking as he wanted to give you your time. In a short time he had known you more than you had expected, he knew when to keep his mouth shut and when to be a chatterbox. The silence in the car was comfortable and you were grateful for that.

After driving for about two to three kilometres you suddenly told him to stop. The sight of a decent bar had caught your eyes and you wanted to go there.

"You know this place?" Jungkook asked confusedly.

"No" you smiled at him, "but the name is good!"

Jungkook looked at the name again and murmured to himself, " 'Bliss'! May be you deserve some of that."

After downing the first glass of vodka a feeling of loss washed over you. To fill that up you started to drink one glass after another. Jungkook looked at you with concern. When you didn't stop after the tenth glass he held your hand gently and told you to stop.

You looked at his hands holding yours gently and remembered that day when Jimin held your hands too but not so gently. You scoffed and stared at Jungkook with watery eyes. How long had you stared at him you couldn't keep track but at some point you started to tell him about Jimin, about how you met, about how he proposed you, about how much you loved him, about how much he loved you, about how happy the relationship was, about how he hurt you and about how he still continued to hurt you.

Seeing you break into tears made Jungkook's heart crash. He pulled you into a hug and tried to comfort you. But you were too drunk at that point to feel his comfort. He wished if he could too just like you keep his feelings before you but he couldn't.

You held onto him like creeper on a tree and mumbled, "Take me home right now, I want to lie down. I feel sick!"

Your house was too far from there to take you in your current state so Jungkook decided to take you to his small apartment which was not far from there.

Reaching his apartment he put you down on his bed. Though drunk you could still feel the difference between your bed and Jungkook's bed. You patted your hands on it and said, "Yours is comfy, I like it! But mine is better. He he!" and lied down with a thud.

You stared at Jungkook's figure walking around the room and blurted out, "You are really handsome, you know? You can make any girl's heart flutter!"

After sorting out some things in his messy room he came to you and smiled, "Really? Did I make your heart flutter then?" He asked and started to take off your shoes.

You sat up straight and looked at him lovingly. After he kept your shoes aside you grabbed his collar and pulled him forcefully which made him lie on top of you.

You two stared at each other for God knows how long and an alien feeling flooded your mind. You whispered to Jungkook with watery eyes, "Please love me."

Jungkook looked at you as if trying to study you and then kissed your forehead whispering,"I do." You soaked yourself in the feeling and closed your eyes as some drop of tears trickled down by the side of your eyes and after that you passed out.

At morning you woke up with a terrible hangover. You grabbed your head as if trying to make the pain bearable and rubbed your eyes to drive the sleepiness away.

You were surprised to see yourself in an unknown place and then like a movie almost everything played in front of your eyes. You looked down and cursed yourself out of embarrassment. Then you realised that you were not wearing the dresses that you wore yesterday instead you were wearing a pair of pajamas. You were shocked and the question that came to your mind immediately was "Did Jungkook do what I told him last night?" and gasped silently.

Just then Jungkook entered the room looking as hot as ever in his showered hair. In his hand was a tray containing a cup of tea and breakfast.

"Oh! I was going to wake you up! Here I made you breakfast, buttered toast with two poached eggs and ginger tea to cure your hangover. No need to worry! You can eat it! I am quite a decent cook!" Jungkook went on merrily.

"Umm Jungkook!" You stopped him midway and asked, "about last night, did you do it? Where are my clothes? Did you change it?" You pulled off a serious face. Your mind was racing at fast pace and you prayed his answer to be no.

At your question Jungkook laughed softly and said, "Don't worry! I didn't. I called Yeon last night and she did it." Then keeping the breakfast on the side table he approached you. After sitting down beside you he took your hands in his and softly said, "I will never do anything that might hurt you, then or afterwards. You are too precious to be treated like you are not." Then he made a quoting hand gesture, "And I will only do the 'it' if I get the permission from the sober you, from the you who loves me." He said almost whispering and stood up to walk away. But you hold his hand stopping him and looked at him with yearning eyes, "What do you mean by the me who loves you? Do you see me as more than just a friend?"

The pain in your eyes made Jungkook weak. He turned around and said, "Yes y/n, I do. I love you, more than you can perceive. I have loved you for a long time now. You don't know, you are worth so much more. And I am willing to make you feel the happiness that you deserve." There was longing, pain and many other emotions that were mixed in his eyes and voice as he looked at you.

You didn't know how to reply, the memories of Jimin still haunt you everyday. You replied, "I don't know if I am ready yet to.."

Jungkook kept his index finger on your lips gently to stop your talking and said, "I know y/n what you are going through. I will never force you to do anything that might make you uncomfortable or sad. Just know that I will wait for the day when you will finally let go of the bad things and love me, I will wait for you. But promise me that today won't become an obstacle in our future days of friendship. Please."

You could see the truth in his eyes and that's why you had always liked his eyes. You knew that it would be difficult for you too to stay away from Jungkook. Though aware of your feelings that had started to grow many days ago you were still not ready. You didn't want Jungkook to be dragged into your sorrow. He deserved the better you.

You sighed and replied, "I promise."

Then as if trying to lighten the atmosphere you said quickly, "Oh no! For you I'll be late to office today." and started to frantically search for your phone.

Jungkook looked at you adorably and answered smiling, "It's already 10:45 am. And you must have forgotten that it's weekend. You don't have office today."

Hearing him you facepalmed and laughed sheepishly. It became a moment in your heart that you decided to cherish where you both laughed at each other with love, a love that was known to you and was unknown to Jungkook.

After washing your face you two ate breakfast together and you were quite impressed by his simple cooking. As it was the weekend and both of you had nothing to do Jungkook asked you to spend the day with him. Somehow you couldn't push aside his proposal.

You two went to your house and while you showered and got changed into a comfortable and casual outfit Jungkook talked with your parents.

When both of you waved bye and went out your parents heaved a sigh of happiness which they felt after a really long time. It was about time you should find happiness, they mused together.

The day passed by in a blink and you were genuinely happy and grateful to Jungkook. You felt bad that you couldn't reciprocate his feelings but you were chained to your emotions, negative emotions.

At night you texted Ga-yeon about your day and she as usual gave a perverted reply saying that she knew it was bound to happen and she also knew that you loved him too which of course you denied.

After a long time you felt like updating your social media. You had deactivated all your past accounts and created new ones in which you seldom posted. But today you felt was a perfect day to post and let some people know about your happiness and its source.

A/n: The second part is up! Sorry for the delay guys! I hope you like it too. I guess there are going to be more parts. Thank you for reading. Do like and comment! Love you all 💜💜💜

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But My Love, This Cannot Be pt. 1

Mr M (Brian May) x Tomboy!Reader x Mr R (Roger Taylor) Time Travelling reader AU imagine

>>The continuation of Many Years Away. I strongly encourage new readers to read the previous Imagine and fully immerse yourself first before continuing because the story is escalating. Also, yes, this is a two-parter as I got too carried away explaining some details ._.

Tagging peeps that want the continuation~; @ohmygoditsanthonyedwardstark @tini-monster

ENJOY!

Small recap; you’re a college student from twenty thirty-nine. Worked in a guitar store and as a session musician in a big recording studio near your flat. You have an odd dream of being in nineteen seventy-three and becomes May and Deacon’s best friend, which are your guitar heroes from the legendary rock band, Queen. But when you wake up, you actually have to work with Brian May. After showing your guitar and bass skills to him, he says; “Perfect. Sounds just like yesterday…”

Your days were never been more perfect than today. “Thank you, sir. You’re a very big influence on my entire career.”

“Just call me, May. We’re going to work together again anyway.”

“I’m sorry, I’m afraid I respect you too much to just call you like an old friend, sir.” You say, purposely ignoring the last bit of his sentence. Although you have some suspicion,

“But we are.”

“Whatever do you mean—?”

“Were you not to told me you’re from twenty thirty-nine, how would I be here? Specifically picking you? Let alone wrote ‘39? You even play, dress, and worked as a session musician, exactly like that day. It’s already impossible to forget, now it feels like we’re still in that awful studio, taping, the way you cannot seems to stop calling it. Annoyed Rog so much he throws his sticks at you. How many times was it?”

“… May?”

“You’ve missed many of our plays. John misses you, y/n. And so am I. Much more than you can imagine.”

Both of you catching up right after you got the chance to talk in private. At first, May cannot stop telling you how much he missed you, how much he cannot believe when the producer recommended you as a backup, the fact that you are indeed a time traveller. He’s trying his best to fulfil your last wish before you disintegrated; to be happy and live his life. “And to always remember you,”

You still don’t believe it, neither did he. But what for you was in a blink of an eye, for him it was almost sixty-five years. Whilst you wonder why are you time travelling, do the others know? How is Deacon? You can’t help but notice that May has been fidgeting, and when you mentioned Deacon or Taylor or Mercury, he looks a bit displeased, but he answered anyway,

“To stop the questions on your whereabouts, I simply told them that you might be too caught up in family issues and cannot come back.” At first, they’re looking for you whenever they got the time; especially Deacon, to the point that it depresses him greatly. Deacon doesn’t know you’re actually no longer existed, but May does, and it destroys him daily. Eventually, they accepted that they’re forever lost contact with you,

But things still don’t add up. How do you do that? To time travel? “You should know better than I do, May. You’re an actual scientist. Even in sixty-five years, it shouldn’t be possible to time travel yet, undoubtedly?” You wondered after both of you finally get the chance to talk again post-recording. “That’s a good question,”

He promises that the two of you will meet again to discuss it, for, unfortunately, his schedule was full this month. He said that he has dinner with his family, a birthday party; much it is to break your heart alone that you remember, he has a wife, kids, and grandkids. “Understood. Be careful on your way home, May. I will be right here,”

You pondered; do May still see you the same way? Surely he has moved on from your departure. And just thinking about that fact makes you a bit sad, how you stuck in time all by your lonesome. Why does that have to happen to you? What is actually going on? What did you do? … It was the cassette. You remembered you are listening to it before you're asleep last week, and then woke up in nineteen seventy-three. That cassette also the reason why you're back here. You’re uncertain whether you should listen to it again, but you made sure to tell May about it,

You’re still not unsure how listening to the cassette could make you travel back and forth in time. You go back to the music store from where you bought it. The clerk says that a man sold it there for a cheap price and later on the same day you buy it. The clerk—an acquaintance of yours, only knows that the man is middle-aged and since haven’t been seen. He can’t remember how the man looks, his memories are weirdly blurred when that happens. “Maybe I was hungover still. Don't tell my manager,”

After recording the next month, May inspects the cassette. He remembered that cassette, it’s Queen’s debut album after all, and one of the first few copies. He’s still quite happy when you come to him and ask him to be the first one to sign your copy. Although you never told him that Taylor was actually the one received the honour, but the bastard returns it to the sender with a note; only going sign it after you introduce him to this pretty bombshell that works in the same music store with you—the gal that already has a girlfriend. He ended up signing it from the peer-pressure given by his bandmates six months later,

“The process was unbelievably slow and painful. The hallucination becomes very vivid to the point that I might’ve been just in two different worlds at once, but stuck in the middle,” you explained. “I’m afraid I will be time travelling again if I listened to it.” “It looks like a normal cassette,” May noted, “although I haven’t seen that many cassettes for a long time. Highly probable that there’s difference cannot be seen with naked eyes,”

“Perhaps I should try and listen to it?” You suggested, “you can see how it works on me.” At first, he’s pretty much against it due to safety. But you reason that the process most likely won't escalate if you didn't tell him about it, someone that's correlated directly with the cassette You wish to gain as many information as possible to help the research later. Also to further prove that you are indeed could time travel. “My first priority will be getting this cassette to travel back here. Make it as short of a trip as possible,”

“Is that all?” He asks, but you only shrug. “Yes. I shan’t try to change things. Instead, I'll collect photographs, tapes, and some other legit proves about my existence in that year that you—or someone—could keep until exactly today. Look for more clues and blends in. Maybe there's more to this cassette when I first bought it in the seventies.” “Why?” “Because we should stop and hide this time travelling business that could potentially harm many people,"

“No. Why don’t you want to change things?”

“Why, May, I don’t belong in seven-thirties, I belong today. Before this trainwreck happens, my life is just a store clerk and a musician and a college student. Idolizing and to be like you. But you shouldn’t know about me at all; we’ve never met.”

“Yes, that’s how it is, before. But now that you have the power to change the history, why don’t you change it?”

“Why should I? What if that’s the cause in the first place? That someone has done it before and sold the cassette to forget about it, and now it happens to me? Besides, I am content with what I am today.”

“Surely?” He pleaded. That’s when you realised what he meant. There might be a huge doubt in your heart, but you have made up your mind. You know there’s no use to lie in front of the smart May, still, you did, and explained that you have no right to change things, whatever causes you to have such power. He respects your decision in the end. “What matters right now is finding how this works. We can stress about that later.” You closed the discussion,

Back to the cassette, you bought your priced vintage portable cassette player. You put on the headphone, waiting for May as he prepares the papers and pen, and making sure the camera is recording; so he can see and deduce how it works based on your reactions later. Unfortunately, by the time the music start, you passed out in an instant. When you are awake, however, you feel incredibly dizzy,

You don't remember what you've been dreaming, but it's something very real… Of someone. You promised someone that you'll buy… Something to go back? To buy them something? It's about music—perhaps a record? A cassette… It was a cassette! But for whom? And what cassette? You promised someone that you'll buy them a cassette—oh! Now you remember! You're supposed to bring your demo cassette to the new recording studio so that you can be a permanent session musician with Jordan!

You saw the clock on the wall and realised you're awfully late already! You quickly change your clothes and ran to the new recording studio. You're in so much hurry that you flung yourself out of the way of someone that's coming in your direction; nearly breaks your cassettes but magnificently hurt your own arse in the process—at least you didn't hurt whomever passerby you almost shouldered out the Earth,

“I'm so sorry! I didn't see there was someone around the corner!” A man profusely apologizing as he reached down and help gather your belongings. “Not to worry! I will be the one beaten by my boss! Have a good day, sir!” You told him whilst you put everything as fast as you can in your arm, although you can't help but notice that the man is a bit striking with his kinky brunette hair and a tall, skinny body. A familiar sight, you have to say, though you have no time to confirm it and simply continue running past his blonde girlfriend,

No matter whether the band wasn't ever here yet or to witness his glorious cracking voice, the producer took the liberty to be as loud and as merciless as he could when he yelled at you. He even pointed at your cracked cassette as you, apparently, left the good copy by the road; a disgraceful sign of the shit he and Jukebox—the band—has to listen to today. “You're lucky Jordan recommended you, or I might fire you on the spot,”

You try your best to hide the smug smile you had when Jukebox is visibly impressed by your skills, completely ignored the producer biased opinions. Despite witnessing your win, you're not ringed on the day where Jukebox supposedly taping. “Yeah. But you don't have to come. In the end, I didn’t do anything.” Jordan answered after you ask if he was ringed. That's odd. Not being ringed today… Weirdly doesn't feel right. As if you're supposed to get ringed in as a backup even though you're not doing anything. You later simply shrug it off, thinking maybe you're still quite upset the producer is so against you,

But it doesn't end there; once you did get ringed, you feel that odd tug again in the bottom of your heart. Relieved as though this indeed supposed to happen, that things are going back on track. When you've arrived, however, new curious thing hits you like a truck and tops every gut feelings you've felt these past weeks—you saw that tall man with the kinky hair again, in the studio, with his blonde girlfriend… Wait, the blue-eyed gal is a man! He's the drummer,

“They're the new band that had been using the studio past the taping schedule,” Jordan explained. “Name is Queen.” That's it! When you heard that name, you don't know why you instantly recognize them; vocalist Freddie Mercury, bassist John Deacon, drummer Roger Taylor, and… Guitarist Brian May. “You might've heard of them when we're out hanging in the clubs.” Oh, alright. Now that makes sense, but still, that fact doesn't satisfy you, there's supposed to be more to it, but again, you didn't bother…

In your mind you thought; “Alright, what the fuck is going on? Why did I have been feeling endless déjà vu since this morning?”. That reaction immediately sparked after you play both your guitar and bass since Dorian—Jukebox’s guitarist—broken his fingers from partying too hard, and the fact that Loui—the vocalist, told you to just straight up play the bass as well since you’re obviously skilled enough. And then come May and Taylor forward; they practically approach you straight up to comment on your skills after Jukebox taping is over,

That feeling like things doesn’t go right now is much clearer for you to identify; the fact that you expect May and another Queen member to came to you, but Taylor isn’t supposed to be the other one. Or that Taylor is the one that gives comment and praises your skills instead of May. Rather, May only apologizes about the previous incident and mostly listens to your answer for Taylor’s barrage of questions,

“We would like for you to watch us taping,” May insisted, desperately. “You should watch them taping, yes. They’re good.” Jordan agrees. “If the three of you said that word again, I will deck all of ya’,” shouted Taylor from behind his drum set. “What? Taping?” You received two sticks directly at your shoulder; thrown at full speed. Whilst Jordan and Deacon scolded Taylor for being rude to a woman—Taylor thought you were a guy with “uniquely progressive” fashion choice up until that point. Instead of anger, you, Taylor, and May laugh. There’s this familiar humour that tingles you and made you question why you find it funny instead of rude?

You try your best to convince yourself that you are indeed, perhaps, watched them play on a stage in one of the college gigs you attended or in any music clubs. But no. Their play is far too familiar—in a sense that as if you've been stalking them since the day they made Queen. The fact that you’re supposed to listen to them the day you’re not ringed when Jordan does makes you very upset—again for no reason; as to why you know you should have listened to them already despite finding them as familiar as the palm of your left hand, and for the fact that you think things have been nothing but a line of wrongness,

“Yeah, I really can’t. This is the third Saturday of the month, I have dinner with grandma.” You told the musicians when Jordan and May ask you to have dinner with them at the nearest pub. Jordan immediately put you into his hug that at first surprised you, but then he said; “Mate, your grandma’s been dead for two years. Let go.” “What the bloody hell are you—she’s alive!” Then it hits you. What he’s saying is right, you even remembered crying your eyes out as he hugs your shoulder. You think; “No. This is far too wrong. Something isn’t right. My mind and memory are fucking me up.”

“You’re right. Maybe that’s why I need to go home.” You resigned weakly, “have fun boys. You will be taping again tomorrow, correct? I will come and see if you don’t mind.” You could hear a subtle worried whisper asking “Is she alright?” which you presumed came from May,

Once you’ve locked the door, you quickly discard your coat away and sat on the cold floor. You try to think so very hard about the madness you’ve been through, that your stomach is swirling by itself trying to tell you what is right what is wrong without further made clear where it steers you to. Then you grab a pen and crumpled paper, write down the right-wrong things your own body trying to tell you; One, when you bumped with May and you felt like he’s your old middle school friend that lost contact with you. Two, you know that even Jordan doesn’t do anything when ringed in, but the fact you’re not even ringed upsets you greatly. Three, when you’re finally ringed; it feels so right. Four, the fact that there’s Queen and you feels like you’ve known them since their first debut gig. Five, that May and Taylor came to you and complimented your skills. And Six, your grandma. Your heart and gut declared that she’s indeed still alive, but your brain emotionlessly tells you that you attended her funeral shitfaced and simply still can’t get over it in two years straight,

After listing all of them and that particularly peculiar day ends, you decided that if you feel it again, you will investigate it further. One more to the list; Seven, the cassette. The cassette your brain trying to remember was not your demo cassette, it was something else—precisely about buying it, but for whom you still have no clue,

Since the day you met Queen, you have been watching and aid them taping. The weird feeling is gone, and you’re very grateful. You, May, and Taylor quickly becoming a best friend; you don't know why you're best friend with Taylor, though. Taylor occasionally casually chipping in—mostly because he throws his sticks at you for you seems to cannot stop using the wrong term; plays for gigs, taping for recording, at this point you continue doing it because you know it pisses him off,

“You’re going back to the campus after this, y/n?” Ask Deacon, you nodded in response. “Why, aren’t you model student? Be cool, hang with us more. Maybe you can hook with one of us.” Mocked Taylor as he sits next to Deacon. You happen to have lunch with them since they’re finally back in London after their debut album tour. “I have to be a model student for myself. Thesis incoming. That’s why I can’t help you with your next album.” You explained, completely ignoring Taylor's suggestion. “Never crossed my mind to ask you about it, but what’s your major?” May inquired. “Astro—,” you scrunch your nose as you think, “music.” You answered, finally. There it is, the weird feeling is back,

“Bri was Astrophysics. Never knew there's another major, what? Astromusic? That sounds cool. And how come you forget about it?” Taylor jokes again. “Wait, so that means you can’t tag long for our next tour?” You shake your head, continue eating. “That’s very unfortunate,” May sighed deeply, you can only shrug. "Listen to our cassettes if you miss us, love. Don’t worry, I will miss ya.” He said with a wink. Your spoon stopped mid-way as you quickly look at Taylor that’s being smacked by May and Deacon for some reason,

“What? You’ve forgotten to hook me with the shag? Don’t you want me to sign your cassette? Or you instead want to hook with me?” Your eyes widened as you dropped your spoon, which causes a confused reaction from the boys. “What cassette?” You queried, now this makes both Taylor and May shows expression of a sudden realization for something. “Didn’t you… Didn’t I say I will sign your copy of our debut cassette once you introduce me with the gal from your music store?”

“What are you talking about? I haven’t buy your debut cassette, I’m busy helping Jukebox and jamming with Jordan.” “Hold on. Wasn’t I the first one to sign it?” May adds, but just as unsure. “No?” “Bri was right! I saw him signed it with John!” Taylor nudges Deacon. The man was completely lost as to what happened with the three of you. “Y/n never come to me to sign anything.” “Exactly—,”

It’s like getting your head hit with a giant dictionary book, you finally remembered! Both your mouth and eyes were as wide as they can be. You are indeed from the future and—, “fucking shit! I forgot completely!” You screamed and jump from the chair, ran outside and to the store where you’re supposed to buy the cassette. It was almost on the other side of the city, but you’re glad you brought your bike with you,

“Have—,” you cough like crazy before you could even talk, scaring the store clerk, which are your friend. The same exact friend that sold you the cassette in the future. “What on earth is happening to you?” “The Queen! Queen debut cassette! Have you sold any?” “No—?” You immediately go to the rack. It’s there, what you assume is the same one from your first run in the past. You immediately fall down the floor, trying to calm yourself whilst inspecting the cassette; it was exactly the one you bought on the first time you’re in the past, because it’s a wee bit misprinted by half a centimetre which bothers the hell out of you, but it’s already signed when you notice it,

“You got the cassette?” Someone squatted right next to you. “May? Wait, what?” The man only nodded, “you should pay for it. Let’s talk outside,”

“I should’ve taken a taxi like you. I feel like dying,” you’re still wheezing, glad the air is much better than it was in the future. “But how?” You questioned, May folded his hands on his chest and contemplate. “I’m not sure. Do you remember when you throw yourself into the pavement just to avoid bumping that night? I have felt since then that you looked familiar. I thought you were my old school mates I might’ve forgotten. But then I remembered things we’ve done on your first time in the past—the fact that Rog said exactly the same thing despite everything was completely different… Perhaps he is affected too? But the memories of after your first disintegration was… Much more blurry. Same with when before you’re disintegrated in front of my eyes in twenty thirty-nine. I think my brain thought it was false memories and simply decided they're not important,”

As interesting as they sound, unfortunately, you really can’t be bothered about that much, so you told him to write it down. Now your objectives are to get as many proofs as you can and May will keep them safe until twenty thirty-nine, and go back to the future. “I’m terribly sorry that you have to go through another sixty-five years whilst I can travel back and forth as if the year thirty-nine was in Wales.” “About that, uhh... Should we really hurry?”

“May. Don’t. I have made up my mind. It’s far too dangerous if this fall on someone else’s hand. God knows they have certain things in mind on how to use this.” He closed his eyes and nods, “thank you.” He catches your arm. “Why I’m back here too is perhaps because I listened to the cassette. It was a week after you’re gone, and you haven’t come back. I was worried and helpless. Please understand.” “Well, at least there’s a silver lining to it—that you don’t have to live another sixty-five years to got to thirty-nine! And I’m awfully glad that I know I’m no longer have to do this alone,”

Both you and May bought a Polaroid camera and cassette recorder. The two of you jams together and taped the session, take pictures with the band and Jordan and Jukebox. In your flat, as you put the “proofs” of your existence in 1973, you saw the pic of you with May, Freddie, and Taylor jamming, the one that Deacon took. Something inside of you crumbles. “What happened, y/n? Are you okay?” You didn’t notice you’ve shed tears and it falls on the picture. “No. Nothing happened,”

May sat next to you and grab your hand. You stared at his hazel eyes. “I will miss you and Taylor. I will miss everyone living in this year.” You whisper as you hug him. “You’re a dear friend of mine.” You tighten your hug, and he does the same. You let go and wipe your tears. Before May could say anything you both will regret, you cut him, “we will study this cassette. Promise me you will.” He reaches for your hand one last time, give it a quick squeeze before he stands up and sits somewhere else,

“Ready?” He asks. You nodded. Your eyes never leave his, same goes for him. You both took a deep breath when he clicked the play button...

To be continued...

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Buster & Rio

Buster: Can't get over how you spoilt me Buster: Gutted it's only one a year like Rio: I did alright then? Good, you deserve as much Rio: You're not that posh, only the Queen gets two, like Buster: Gotta step up my game if you reckon that Buster: Poshest normally, ain't it? Loving and hating it from me Rio: I would've got you more but as per you're awkward 😉 Rio: At least your birthday isn't December so you still get a Christmas, people take the piss, it is NOT near enough that one gift covers it 😤😂 Buster: No arguments that you love that Buster: I promise I won't do you that way, babe Buster: So what are we doing to keep the party vibes going? Rio: 😘 Good to know you plan on sticking around that long Rio: Purely for the gift, of course Rio: I was thinking we could go to Amuse on Dawson Street Rio: You'll like it Rio: Grace wants to babysit but Jay could go to my fams so there's more people than just her to keep an eye Rio: if you're up for it? Buster: 'Course. Gotta top your Gucci and it's not like your birthday's that late into December, not as if you're tying me down until summer Buster: Yeah? Buster: Sounds as though it's a decent plan to me Rio: You so don't, the Gucci covers about 10 years of presents probably, I'm set 😍 Rio: Good, 'cos I've got reservations already so I was hoping you'd say that Rio: Not really Indie's speed or part of my plan to be the sad single diner Buster: Yeah I do, I was going subtle there, that's the opposite to how birthday's should be Buster: How long have I got to make myself look irresistible? Rio: Don't worry, you've got plenty more to come yet Rio: about an hour, time to get Jay snoozing too, so you won't miss any time with her Rio: all part of my master plan Buster: You've proper thought of everything Rio: Did you doubt me? Buster: Not for a second Buster: But bonus points for not getting distracted about how grateful I'm gonna be Rio: Its definitely a nice bonus Rio: but today and tonight is all about you Buster: Fuck Buster: As much as I wanna be all smooth about how nothing pleases me more than pleasing you, how can I refuse like Buster: Still gotta, 'cause where's the fun in giving in, yeah? Rio: I don't mind the challenge, nah Rio: I'll be easy enough for the two of us Buster: Don't get a day off when it's a chore Buster: not* Rio: Ugh, stop being so perfect Buster: Can't Buster: No sorry though Rio: Me either Rio: Can't lie Buster: Are you gonna surprise me with what you're wearing or do I get a sneak peak now? Rio: Definitely a surprise Rio: What birthdays are all about Buster: Fair, like also unfair but Rio: What you gonna do? Still gotta be a good boy and have your mains before your dessert, even on your Birthday Buster: I'm never that good, birthday or not Rio: True 😂 Rio: Who am I kidding? Rio: Good's no fun unless I'm being good for you Buster: 😈 Rio: Wish it could stay like this always Rio: just us and her Buster: Me too Buster: Don't think she'd be mad about it either Rio: Shame kidnapping is so frowned upon Buster: So are we though Buster: Maybe we should just say fuck it Rio: Oh, I forgot to mentioned illegal Rio: That too Buster: I'll run rings around the law with my knowledge, no worries Rio: Fair Rio: I believe it Buster: It's why I love you Buster: All the faith in me Rio: Oh Rio: No fair, you surprised me with that one Rio: Say it again though Buster: I love you Rio: How much Buster: So fucking much Buster: I'll show you Rio: Patience Rio: I'm trying to be nice and respectable Rio: Buy you dinner first Buster: Patience is for people that are waiting for something better Buster: I've got the best here Buster: Buy me dinner in the middle Rio: Get on your knees and start praying we have an unobservant driver, baby Buster: I'll get on my knees for you but there's no need to waste time praying unless you wanna treat me like a god, babe Buster: Throw enough money about and you can have all the privacy you want Rio: You know I will Rio: Having you throwing out all the blessing and curses, trust Buster: Yeah? Buster: We'll see Rio: You will Rio: I already know all the things I'm gonna do for you Buster: That a surprise too? Rio: Depends how well you know me Rio: and I know you, and what you want Rio: doesn't it Buster: Fucking hell, just 'cause I'm another year older doesn't mean you can kill me Rio: I'm just being nice daddy 😇 Buster: Says you Rio: So mean! 😾 What can I do to make you happy? Buster: Thought you didn't have to try, babe Rio: I don't have to Rio: I want to Buster: Fuck Buster: Well how can I say no to that Rio: Please don't Rio: I want you so bad Buster: How bad Rio: This much Rio: [Sends nude] Rio: Doesn't count as a spoiler because I'm not dressed yet Buster: I don't hate spoilers you know that Buster: I want you to want me more than ever Buster: And 'cause it's my birthday you have to grant my wish Rio: You typically get three Rio: but you know you can have it all when it comes to me Rio: Just let me know Buster: Good. I want everything Rio: You already got it daddy Buster: [Sends a pic that also isn't spoilers] Buster: So do you Rio: I can't Rio: how do you get me even hotter when I was already about to explode Buster: Must be how well I know you Buster: So that answers that Rio: Wanna come in here and get to know me better? Rio: Ugh, I'm dead Buster: 'Course Buster: But I'd hate to ruin the surprise of how good you're looking Rio: No you wouldn't Rio: but you love teasing me, that's for sure Buster: Maybe Rio: See? Can't help yourself Buster: Do you really want me to? Rio: Hmm Rio: Not yet Rio: You'll know when I'm ready for the real thing Buster: Good Rio: Speaking of, how you getting on? Buster: Jay's good to go and I'm working on it Rio: Awwh Rio: She's so adorable Buster: [Sends a selfie of him and Jay] Buster: Not a spoiler 'cause she's pulling focus off my look Rio: 😍 Rio: Such a heartbreaker Rio: You're so lucky Buster: I know Buster: I'm gonna take her over to Grace and co now, they've said it's alright Rio: Good stuff Rio: Want me to meet you there Rio: I won't come in, obviously Buster: I was gonna say Buster: Don't get spotted like Buster: Jay'll fall asleep in the car as standard so hopefully I won't be long dropping her off Rio: Been doing this long enough Rio: I think I know what I'm doing, boy Rio: Come here if you like then Buster: I trust you Buster: Come to me Rio: Yes sir Buster: I can't wait to see you Rio: Me either Rio: Even though it hasn't been that long since I was there Rio: I still missed you Buster: Yeah. It feels long to me Buster: Shame I can't just move you in Rio: Parents might have something to say about that when they show up Buster: Indie too, but for different reasons Rio: Room for a little one? Rio: Can basically hear her already Buster: Same Buster: She's worse at shutting up than even you are Rio: I'll tell her that Buster: Please do Buster: Her heart eyes kill me for a different reason that yours, trust me Rio: Look how well being a dick worked on me tho 😜 Buster: And Chlo Buster: Maybe not then Rio: Mhmm Rio: Oh the dangers of being too damn irresistible Rio: No one warned you, did they? 😂 Buster: You could've, but nah Rio: Selfish? Me? Buster: Never. You're such a giver Buster: And about to prove it like Rio: You know it Buster: I love it Rio: So, far as Birthdays go Rio: Not bad? Buster: I've had worse Rio: I'll take it Buster: Don't worry, I've still got more to give you Rio: I love you Buster: I love you too Rio: Oh, forgot to say Rio: We're on double celebrations tonight Buster: Yeah? Rio: I got a new job! Rio: Better one Buster: I didn't doubt it would be Buster: Well done, babe Rio: Yeah, club promotion stuff, basically Rio: It'll be more fun at any rate Buster: You won't be begging me to distract you on the night's when the pub is dead Rio: Gutted? Buster: It'll save your ego at least Rio: I ain't never too proud to beg babe Buster: Well I'm proud of you babe Buster: This job is gonna be good for you I reckon Rio: I know it ain't a career like but Rio: every little helps when you ain't a brainbox Buster: Shut up Buster: You're well smart Rio: Not like you lot, you and Nance and Junie Buster: You are Buster: Full package and don't forget it Rio: It's cool, I work what I got Rio: but you're cute Buster: You have brains too Buster: Being academic and smart ain't the same thing Buster: You wouldn't call Indie thick, would you? Rio: Of course not Buster: Well then Buster: I'm not hearing it about you Rio: 🙊 Rio: Not another word Buster: Good Buster: You keep up with me, that should tell you everything you need to know about how smart you are Buster: Not to mention everything you saw through about me Rio: That's just people Rio: and I've met all sorts Buster: What happened to not another word? Rio: I can't let you just say all this stuff and say nothing Rio: You could say anything next 😜 Buster: So what? Buster: You're not scared are you? Rio: Never Buster: You already know I love you what could be scarier than that like Rio: Going back to the bullshit Rio: Or you stopping Buster: Not gonna happen Buster: Don't worry Rio: Then I ain't Buster: Me either Rio: Ready Buster: I'll come and grab you Rio: Yeah, yeah Rio: Wish you would Buster: Don't waste the wish Buster: Already guaranteed Buster: Could literally carry you away before any of your fam sees you. You're so small Rio: I am not Rio: You're just big Buster: Yeah I am but you're also small Rio: 😡 Ain't you heard what they say about short girls? Rio: I'll fuck you up Buster: Yeah? Is that promise or a threat? Rio: A bonafide guarantee if you carry on Buster: Then you know I have to Buster: You're so fucking hot Rio: Take my rage seriously! 😏 Buster: Believe me I am Buster: It's just seriously sexy Rio: Perv Buster: I can be Buster: If that's how you want it Rio: Better be Rio: Keep up with me, boy Buster: Not about to stop now like Buster: Got a rep here Rio: and I weren't promised no gentleman Buster: Just as well 'cause I've arrived in his place

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