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wordsinwinters · 3 years

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Then Again, Part 26 (Peter Parker x Reader)

Masterlist (with AO3 links)

Total word count: 50,293

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22, Part 23, Part 24, Part 25,

Summary: After an intense argument and a forced-to-share-the-bed situation during their junior year decathlon trip, Peter and the Reader examine their faults and failings. As they attempt to fix their mistakes and improve their friendship, that friendship quickly begins to evolve into something else.

Slow burn fic in which all characters are included and their dynamics explored; multiple character POVs.

Betas: @girl-tips-from-satan and @fanboyswhereare-you

A/N: This isn’t my favorite chapter, but it’s been sitting in my drafts for over a year and I figured if I don’t post it now, I’ll never move on to the next. Additionally, as always, I live for feedback. 😉

Without further ado,

Then Again Part 26:

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The bus ride will probably get boring soon, or at least as long as the girls stay asleep, but even as quiet as it is, it’s almost a perfect morning. Being early (around 6:00, I think?), there’s barely any light except street lamps and car lights, but some of the clouds on the right have caught a pretty bluish purple tinge. It reminds me of that Rainbow Fish book Aunt May used to read to me as a kid. To make it better, the morning air is chilly enough that the driver turned the heaters on low so it’s wrapped-in-a-blanket-while-it-snows warm in here. Although that also might be why, apart from general dirt and old gum, the strongest smell on the bus is salty grease— since the nearest heater is under the seat Flash spilled french fries and chicken nuggets in yesterday. It could be worse, though. I mean, it’s not necessarily a bad smell and the traffic isn’t horrible. It’s not the best, but it could definitely be louder and a lot slower. The field of flowing red tail lights ahead of us is oddly comforting, like a snail-slow pasture of mechanical color.

All in all, it’s a pretty cozy start for a dreaded five hour bus ride. It’s giving me quiet time to think. So that’s where I’m at. Or should be. I got some stuff organized in my head last night even if I keep getting distracted now. Well, it was more like a couple hours ago, since I wasn’t able to get to sleep for so long after we said goodnight. But anyway, I’m trying to focus. It’s just hard, even with both of them sleeping.

From my and Ned’s spot behind them, watching the girls’ heads gently shake and bump against each other as the bus shudders through potholes is kind of calming. They seem so peaceful from this angle, like two people who’ve never pranked me and Ned to the point we were nearly suspended, or kept us awake and annoyed by asking paradoxical hypothetical questions because they know how Ned and I will argue for days if we don’t agree on an answer, or anything else like that. It’s like finding two mischievous cats sleeping, curled up on a chair. It’s easier to appreciate them when they aren’t causing chaos. But it’s not that hard to appreciate them when they are anyway.

Though Ned and I won’t admit it when they’re fully awake, seeing their heads smack into the seat in front of them each time the bus lurched to a halt at stoplights (during the first ten minutes after they’d fallen asleep) was funnier than it should’ve been. Even knowing then that we wouldn’t mention it later didn’t stop us from exchanging silent laughs when they leaned back up, muttering unintelligible complaints before settling their heads back onto one another. For the last couple stoplights before the highway, at least, we decided to be better friends. We both stood up with one leg on the floor and one knee on our own seat so we could easily hold their foreheads back each time it happened. Again, I wouldn’t admit this out loud, even to Ned, but it’s a little bit funny that Ned was a split second slower than me, so while I kept catching MJ’s head before the stop, he half-smacked Y/N’s forehead, like a really-close-to-the-floor basketball dribble, and made a wincing face each time. A lot of times. But it did stop her from colliding with the seat, and she didn’t wake up or complain.

As nice as it is with them and almost everyone else sleeping through the dark, quiet first hour of the bus trek back to New York, I am excited for her and MJ to wake up. Whenever that is. I’ve missed them.

But anyway, I really need to focus. God. I’m not doing a great job of that this morning. Apparently. So I’m focusing now. It’s like Ned said. I need to be honest with myself.

Okay.

Alright.

No distractions.

I’m going to set myself straight now, before we get back, so I can make a game plan and be more decisive and make less mistakes. Fewer? Yeah, fewer mistakes. She’s told me that half a dozen times this since she read that grammar book last summer. But that’s not important.

If I’m being honest... I think I’ve avoided the real possibility that things could work out between us because it felt too risky. And I make some dumb, impulsive choices. So that’s saying a lot. If she said no, what’s the worst that could happen? May and Ned have been asking me that for months, and it’s been so frustrating. The answer should be obvious. The worst thing wouldn’t be the rejection, it’d be if it made her uncomfortable and she broke off our friendship. Or, even if she stuck around, if our friendship changed and I had to watch her get more and more distant, knowing it was my fault and nothing would ever go back to normal.

Those were the worst — and, I thought, most probable — possibilities. For months I’ve been certain that if anything changed, everything would, and it’d all go to shit. So I kept dodging it. And dodging her before the trip. But, then, things did change this weekend. Things are changing. We fought, and it was super shitty and awful and a total nightmare fiasco, but we made up. And she seemed almost as relieved as me when we did. Now we even have this pact about spending more time together. I know it’s officially only in the name of friendship, but something’s… different. I feel it, and I think she does too. And it doesn’t seem bad. That’s the craziest part. I mean, she even kissed me last night. On the cheek, but still. “Keep it.” Maybe May’s not ridiculous: she really might feel the same way.

I’ve been texting her this morning, actually. Aunt May. I had to admit that I’m happy she forced me to do the forehead kiss thing last night. As annoyed as I was that she and Ned ganged up on me like that, I can’t dispute the results. She kissed me! Kind of. (To be fair, she did hit my mouth a little bit even if it was an accident.) At first it made me wonder if she heard any of Ned’s shout-comments before I could turn the t.v. up to cover what he was saying. But I doubt it. Even if she felt the same way, I know her too well to think she wouldn’t freak out more and enough that it’d be noticable. Yeah, no, I’d definitely have been able to tell if she’d heard him saying things like, “Nobody’s saying you have to tell her that you googled the probability of high school sweethearts getting married that time she saved your ass on that Bronte essay, but yeah, Aunt May’s right! Just ask her to come over and either talk to her or do the hair/forehead thing!” Anyway, May’s on board with her coming over a lot this week and next week and giving us some space. So are Ned and MJ. Ned said they agreed on giving us two weeks (starting tomorrow) without them hanging out after school. And who knows, if the dance goes really well, maybe it’ll be normal for us to hang out, just us, without the whole group. Because… well, I don’t want to get too far ahead of myself.

I’ll admit, they’re the best friends I could ever have. All three of them.

And it’s nice to have them all here now, Ned to my left and the girls in front of us. It’s even nicer to be outside of class or the city or crazy study sessions and have had a short breather from all that (despite the shitshow before we smoothed things over and could enjoy it). To be somewhere chill together. Yesterday and today probably feel even better because the last few days, or even weeks… no— months, if I’m being honest— have had me in a kind of less than happy place. But that’s over now. We’re all here and things are finally good. I just wish the girls would wake up, especially since Ned’s back on his phone. Again.

Yesterday, everybody hung out for most of the afternoon, but being in the whole decathlon group isn’t the same as just being the four of us. Or two.

Speaking of two— Ned being away during this next week or two is going to make everything so… unfiltered. New. Without his interference and being able to talk to him as often as normal, it’ll mostly just be her and me. Nobody to distract attention or blame stuff on or help me out when I’m doing something dumb (which is often). Like, for example, last night when I maybe let my excitement get the better of me and I might’ve jumped on the bed and thrown a pillow that accidentally broke the lamp on the nightstand. While I don’t really think writing that “Bill Mr. Harrington” note with the school’s address was Ned’s best idea, it helped me not care too much, enough that I didn’t do something dumber like actually tell Mr. Harrington. It might come back to bite us, though. Still, he was genuinely helpful this morning when Flash showed up too.

While we were hanging out in the girls’ room waiting for them to finish packing, there was a knock on the door. I figured it was Mr. Harrington about to yell at me and Ned for the broken lamp, so I motioned to Ned to shut up and move closer to the head of the bed we were already sitting on where, courtesy of the wall between the bedroom and bathroom, he wouldn’t be able to see us as long as he stayed by the doorway. MJ gave us an odd glance before she got up to answer it. Her annoyed, “What are you doing here?” didn’t immediately disqualify Mr. Harrington, but the sound of Flash’s voice saying, “I, uh, brought you guys some muffins,” made me tense at the first syllable.

“The free muffins they give us for breakfast?”

MJ’s dripping sarcasm nearly made me laugh even though I couldn’t see her, but Y/N turning from her suitcase and walking over to join them killed it still in my throat.

“Nope,” he said. “They’re fancy muffins from a bakery a few miles away.”

I wanted to roll my eyes out of my skull.

She may not like him, but that doesn’t mean I was wrong about him being into her. What a dumb way to impress someone. “Fancy muffins.”

“Expensive?” MJ asked. Even without seeing her face, I could tell she was giving him the squint death stare. It’s scary to have to respond to that face if you don’t know what the right answer is.

“Yes, especially with the delivery fee,” he said, sounding prepared for the question, “but they’re from a small local place, not a chain, which I figured you guys would appreciate. Actually, I think you’d like the woman who owns it, she was super grouchy and hard to convince.”

“Convince?”

“They don’t normally deliver at 5 in the morning.”

“Oh, so you thought you could just—”

“What kind did you get?”

That’s one of the things I like about Y/N. She knows how to manage tempers and when to jump in; she has Flash and MJ down to a science. In that moment, though, I wanted MJ to fire her most confrontational questions at him with no mercy.

“Well, they’re all apology muffins—” I heard MJ scoff. Exactly. She gets it. “But I got blueberry, chocolate, obviously, coffee, cranberry orange, maple, I think that one has chicken in it or something, and banana nut.”

Ned and I turned towards each other with silent smirks at the last one. It’s a dumb joke, but under normal circumstances we’d never resist—

“Cool. Since you’ve brought so many, you can come in.”

Sometimes MJ drives me up the wall. This was one of those times.

I mentally took back my agreement with her scoff.

The three of them came into the room, and for a couple seconds, Flash didn’t see us. The girls were closer to the window than they were to the wall and the bed Ned and I were sitting on, and he didn’t look behind him. Until MJ pointed us out directly.

“You can give them some too,” she said, her expression bordering on smug. “Apology muffins, right?”

Flash froze for a second. I straightened my back. Neither Ned or I said anything.

“Yeah, yeah,” he nodded. “Of course.”

Surprisingly, he shook his shoulders like a bug just buzzed by his head and walked over, opening a giant rectangle of a box up to us.

“Take however many you guys want.”

I stared at him, not moving. Nobody flinched. Then I realized he was tapping the side of the box with his thumb. Not in an asshole come on, hurry up way, but in an anxious way. Just as I started to reach toward the box, Y/N asked:

“Why’d you get so many of the coffee ones?”

Flash looked away at just the right second.

Did I technically cave first by reaching into the box? Yes. But did anyone see? No.

Although, I guess he technically caved by offering us the muffins in the first place. Ha. All the same, I took a blueberry one.

“They’re my dad’s favorite. I wanted to surprise him, you know? But I can’t even get a hold of.... Um, are your guys’ parents going to pick you up when we get there, or are you actually staying for school?”

“Staying.”

“All of you?”

He looked around to ask all of us, even me and Ned. We all nodded. When he looked at me, though, his eyes twitched. It’s a face I’ve gotten a lot before. He realized he said parents.

“You said these are orange cranberry?” Ned asked, pointing.

Flash nodded.

“They’re solid, though the banana nut ones are probably the best.”

As I said, under normal circumstances, like if one of the girls had said it, I would’ve laughed right then, but I’m not used to laughing around Flash. Ned, who usually follows that same rule, shook his head and grinned, if a little bit... nervously?

“Hell no!” he said, pretending to be mildly outraged. “I’m not eating banana-bust-a-nut muffins.”

A second surprise: Flash tilted his head and paused, clearly as stunned to be told a joke by Ned as the rest of us were to witness it— and laughed. So did everyone else. It was only for a few seconds, like literally three quick seconds, but for the first time for as long as I can remember, all of us were laughing with Flash. It stopped almost as soon as it started.

Tension crept back in soon so he left pretty quickly after that with an awkward, “See you guys in a few.” Thank god.

The girls finished tidying their room and going over the homework that’s due today (which we did last week since we knew we’d never get it done on the trip), before forcing me and Ned into the hallway so Mr. Harrington wouldn’t need to check our room for us and potentially find the broken lamp.

And then, pretty soon, we ended up on the warm bus, loaded in with everyone else. It seemed like everybody but Ned and I were too quiet and sleepy and squinty to be able to talk much before dozing off or staring blankly out the window or scrolling social media on their phones, the latter two options leading to the first in most cases. At this point, I think Ned, Flash, and I are the only ones still awake.

I’m going to work at tolerating him. As long as he doesn’t cross any lines with anybody from now on, I won’t bait him either. (Admittedly, I’ve been guilty of that, especially recently.) I mean, his comment about his dad was hard to miss. And even when he said it, it wasn’t a shock. Everyone in our grade at some point has had to listen to Flash’s rambling excuses for his parents ignoring or forgetting to show up for school events. Maybe being a dick is just hereditary for him. Or a family tradition.

I don’t remember how I got so off track. Where was I before? Oh yeah. Risk. Possibilities. The almost-worst case scenario that turned out not so bad. It’s been a messy weekend with plenty of re-evaluating, but the point is simple: I think I’ve got to give a few new things a try, and I’m excited to have a chance over the next couple weeks.

Next update: God only knows.

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glenncoco4 · 3 years

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What Happens Next?

A/N: Chapter 12

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She had a feeling this day would come sooner or later. Her husband being the Assistant District Attorney, her team doing what they do...that and the fact that she’s almost 5 months pregnant and starting to show, this meeting was inevitable. So here she is, sitting in the court room as her man does his thing, Sam and Callen nowhere to be found. Just as Marty calls his next witness, the ex-Navy SEAL and his partner make their way into the semi-quite room, taking their seats on the empty bench behind the two brunettes.

After the prosecution brings about new evidence, the judge calls recess until the next morning. Marty smiles, sending his wife a wink. He likes to show off in front of her, and he’s super glad that he does’t have to miss their afternoon plans.

As the rest of the team walks into the rotunda, Kensi stands at the door in wait for Marty to wrap up what he’s doing with his colleagues. She exchanges pleasantries with the familiar faces as they begin to trickle out the door until the golden locks finally appear in front of her. “You ready for this?”

“You talking about you meeting my team or finding out the gender of this peanut?”

“Either…both?”

“Both. Definitely both.”

“Did you talk to Talia?”

“Yeah, she’s more excited about seeing the looks on Sam and Callen’s faces than I am.”

Sam and Callen watch on as their teammate and the lawyer have a conversation, sharing smiles. Curiosity getting the best of them.

The ex-Navy SEAL turns to the other brunette of the team, his brow furrowed. “Hey, Talia, I didn’t know Kensi was so chummy with the ADA.”

All she does is smile, shrugging at the question about two of her best friends. God this is gonna be good.

“If he’s as smooth with the ladies as he is in the court room then I’d half expect to see him more often.” Callen takes in Kensi’s sudden change in demeanor as she continues to talk to the lawyer. She almost seems less tense…happier even.

“I guess sooner than we expected.”

Talia turns her attention to see her partner and the ADA walk towards them, a knowing smile on her face.

Once they reach her teammates, they exchange smiles before Sam stretches his hand out in greeting. “Hey, nice work in there, man.”

Marty returns the smile as he takes his offered hand. This may be funnier than his wife imagined. “Thanks.”

“Eh, I’ve seen better.” Talia spirts, playfully challenging the lawyer.

He raises his brow, accepting her challenge. “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah, I was in court last week when James destroyed that blonde lawyer.”

“First of all that was a debate and second of all-“

“Miss Congeniality is better than A League of Their Own, yeah, yeah.” Talia rolls her eyes, knowing exactly what was about to come out of his mouth. It had been one Friday night where the couples couldn’t decide what to watch so both Marty and James decide to take the matter to ‘court,’ court being the Deeks’ living room.

Sam and Callen exchange a look before spreading their attention between the other three. “Are we missing something here?”

“Yeah, do you guys know each other?” Callen follows up with his own question.

“Oh, yeah, I met Marty here awhile ago. He actually set me and my husband up.”

Affronted by her partner’s words, Kensi feigns outrage. “Hey!”

“What?”

The agent looks at her partner as if she reminding her that she was there as well even though it was her husband’s idea.

Talia just rolls her eyes, turning back to Sam and Callen. “Sorry. And his wife.”

“Oh, so you’re married.” Sam states.

Marty’s eyes light up at the mention of the woman who he’s so deeply in love with that sometimes it’s sickening to others. 6 years together, 3 years married, a kid with one on the way…yeah, he’s smiling. “Yeah. Going on 3 years now.”

Callen takes in Kensi’s smile, caught off guard because he really thought she was flirting the lawyer earlier. “And how do you know him?”

“Actually he and his wife set me and my guy up as well.” The brunette bites back a smile as she hears her husband and partner try and stifle their laughter. She shouldn’t be having this much fun, but it’s pretty great knowing something that these two “operators” think they have figured out.

Sam’s brow furrows, mirroring his partner, both clearly lost. “I didn’t know you had a boyfriend.”

“I don’t.”

As if on cue, Talia catches sight of the clock on the wall. Perfect timing. “Hey, don’t you have the-“

Marty looks at his watch, a birthday present from his wife, and his heart picks up speed, seeing the time. “Oh, yeah, didn’t realize the time." In a couple of hours they should know the gender of their peanut and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t hoping for a little girl. “I’ll catch you guys later.”

Shaking each of the men’s hand, Marty begins to walk off towards the entrance before turning around, noticing that his wife isn’t following. “Um, baby?”

At the sound of her husband calling for her, she turns her head, a questioning look across his face when it hits her. “Oh, right. Mommy brain.” Shaking her head, she bids her teammates a farewell, not missing the deer in headlights look written across the ex-Navy SEAL and former spook’s faces.

“Wait, you two?”

The pregnant agent raises her arms in victory as she walks towards her laughing husband.Yeah, that was fun.

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Kensi finds herself practically being drug into the ocean front shop by her husband, much like she was 2 years ago. This was their plan from the get go but after her doctor’s appointment, Marty got even more excited. She can’t help but laugh at their attire, he in a 3 piece suit and she in pencil skirt and blouse. They definitely don’t look like the usual customers.

As soon as they step through the doors, the blonde lawyer makes a b-line to the tiny surf boards, already knowing exactly what he’s getting.

The agent watches in amazement as her husband walks straight up to a board and takes it off the rack. “You weren’t kidding when you said we wouldn’t be long.”

Heat rises to his cheeks at her words. “I may have scoped out ahead of time to make sure they had one in stock.”

She gives him a knowing look, a grin playing at her lips at how adorable he is, but also not believing him for a minute.

“Okay, so maybe I came in yesterday to stare at it.”

“You’re cute. You know that?” Leaning forward, her lips find his. A smile plays at his lips as he leans in for one more. Yep, adorable.

Carrying the board under one arm, his free hand finds her, intertwining their fingers as they make their way to the familiar face behind the counter.

“Hey, guys.”

“Hey, Mark. It's been awhile.”

The shaggy brunette sends the couple a smile. “A few months, and I see congratulations are in order.” He takes the piece of fiberglass from the lawyer much like he did two years ago but this time there’s one distinct difference. “Purple Channel Island. So you got yourself a little Betty on the way.”

“Yeah."

Kensi looks at her husband, seeing the dreamy look across his face and turns back to Mark unable to keep the smile off her own face. “He’s been like this ever since the doctor confirmed it an hour ago.”

“Understandable.” He nods, knowing first hand what Marty’s feeling. “So, the same font and color as Finn’s board or do you guys want to switch it up?”

She shares a knowing look with her husband giving him the go ahead. “Same.”

“Alright, if I can get the name.”

As the couple’s baby girl’s name comes off Kensi's lips, Mark types the letters, and clicks the mouse a few times. Once he’s pleased, he turns the screen to the couple, giving them a nice view of what the board will look like once completed. “So this is the rendering. If everything looks good, I’ll get started on it tomorrow and call you when it’s ready.”

“That’s great. Thanks, Mark.”

“You’re definitely welcome, guys. And hey, bring little dude by and we’ll set him up with one of our new baby training boards.”

“They make those?” Marty’s brow furrows.

“It’s pretty new technology but Kelly Slater uses it with his little one so I’d say it’s pretty reliable.”

“Cool. We’ll stop by this weekend.” Kensi takes hold of her husband’s hand, now the one pulling him to the entrance because if she doesn’t they’ll be here all day and she’s really hungry.

“See you guys.”

Once they step onto the board walk, the fresh evening air hits them, her arms immediately encircling one of his. “How about we go pick up Finn and then have dinner at the pier?”

His lips find her forehead. “I like the way you think, my love.”

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aw-eather · 4 years

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Heather Watches SG1 s7ep13: Grace

Hello friends! I asked on twitter which one you wanted to see next and this was the one so.. I genuinely really enjoy this episode but I don’t think it would be top five? The Kiss TM obviously is up there but its so... sad.. BUT I think its a beautifully shot episode and the director is wonderful. Also if I ever meet Damien Kindler, I have a list of questions.

I watched this a few weeks ago but am posting it today (11/085/2020) because I forgot I had even typed the notes until the other night when i asked.

As always, I swear quite a bit but I also cried quite a lot in this episode becuse well I’m a hopeless romantic, I love Space Dad and I had just been dumped so all the angst hurts haha

also also, I leave most if not all my typos in here because I think it makes it funnier and I don’t usually look at my keyboard when I type so I make mistakes. I’m not perfect at touch typing by any standard and I still don’t do it properly anyway.

Previously on which I don’t need because I’ve seen this show soooo many times

Fucking Ronson man

Mum says she’s prepared but she’s not

Thers a storm coming and she doesn’t know how bad its gonna be

Two hours top turns into 4 days,

HER FUCKING GRIN OH MY GOD

Remember your mission, bitch this is Samantha Carter, she forgets nothing and always stick to the mission plan (see The First Commandment, etc. etc.)

Uh oh

Not a ship on its way

I wonder who or what is on it. Well we never find out so no point asking

CREDITS

I am trying to eat and type at the same time this will not go well

END CREDITS

Love that black curtain with tiny lights they’re using for stars

Cute ship, foe

Of course you wanna talk to them, Ronson but I don’t think its gonna go well babe

Powering up weapons but you won’t get awwwwaaaaayyyyy

Straight into the unknown not-quite-nebula

SAM NO

WHAT A BAD FUCKING IDEA

WHAT ARE YOU DOING

DAMIAN KINDLER

And BAM baby hit her head

Silence

More silence

Fucking creepy kid

But if you wanna feel old she’s married and has a kid on the way

You are alone my love

Poor Sam

Of course you do hun cause you’re a good solider

The didn’t leave you alone honey, they were beamed out

Cuts gone

Just saying

Poor Sam

She’s all alone and nothings working and I just wanna hug her

Teal’c being a sweetie

Being the voice of reason

Stopping her from dying

“If you sleep, you will die” *Sam falls asleep*

FUCKING KID GIVING ME THE CREEPS

Sam: Is someone there?

Me: IDK Are they?

Cuts back

Smart girl <3

We don’t wanna play with you, you scare us

Cuts gone

“Were you this annoying when you were ascended?”

“Depends who you ask”

The answer is yes, Sam

He is always that annoying

Her subconscious brain is trying to provide her people to bounce her ideas off of

This is the part of her that wants to explore the cloud, the scientist that battles with the military side of her

Beautiful shot of him standing behind her

Uh oh the ships making noises

Peter Woste (director) makes some really beautiful shots

Ooooh

This hurts

Daniel has no idea how lost Jack is

Of course he heard, ya bloody dick head

Jack is so worried about his girl

“Tok’ra can’t send a ship” no they ever can

What is the point of an alliance if only one side ever does anything?

Is this the first time Daniel is realising Jack’s feelings for Sam?

Because he seems shocked at Jack’s anger/frustration

THIS FUCKING KID

TEAL’C

He calls her Samantha which he NEVER calls her its…. An interesting choice

He’s right, everything is not as it seems

Sam thinking of other ideas that she would normally bounce off her boys so she’s bouncing it off… subconscious images of her boys

And she passed out again

Poor babe :(

Awwww I wanna hug her and protect her

Honestly I think this way would have worked if it weren’t for that FUCKING KID

She’s not real Sam!

Who is this kid anyway?

Alien? Gas cloud?

Her face at the idea of it being a sentient cloud

“Because its corrosive?” LOL

And shes out again

Did she?? Interesting

Yeah but actually talking would have helped kid

Ooooooh no

Dad’s about to be here

I’m Grace… https://youtu.be/688OPQ9WFpA

Hold on while I cry

HES NOT TALKING ABOUT JACK SAMANTHA

HE WANTS YOU TO BE WITH JACK YA BLOODY GOOSE

DON’T BE AN IDIOT

Oh an initial trace huh?

Useless fucking shits

They all know he loves her

Its written on their faces

And he’s been doing such a good job of holding it in, damnit

That little look down

A brother to Teal’c awww

JACK HE JUST TOLD YOU SAM STILL LOVES YOU

AND YOU LET HER GET ENGAGED TO PETE IM A CREEP SHANAHAN

WHY YOU DO THE THING AT THE END OF THE EPISODE

Oh NO NOT THE BUBBLES

Baby Sam wondering how a bubble can exist

Adorable

I’m gonna cry again

Interesting that jack is in street clothes not uniform

Because this is how she pictures him

Samantha

I’m crying at this conversation

I could write out everything they say And what it all means because it all HURTS but we all know it off by heart I’m too lazy to rehash it here

I HAD TO HOLD IN A SCREAM

THE KISS AND LETTING HIM GO (she never really did tho let’s not kid ourselves) AND OH MY GOD IT HURTS

THIS FUCKING KID

Bubbles

Dead ass tho i nearly threw something during Sam and Jacks scene

And whats worse is when she’s back, he would have sat there the entire time until she woke up

And the fear of anybody else hearing her call him Jack

And making an assumption that they’re together and therefore ruining her career

Makes him shut her down and then she really knows that she has to move on

Because she doesn’t know how scared he was when she was missing

And that he was just as scared as she was when he was gone

But she’ll never know that

Because he’ll never tell her

I’m crying again

The way he looks at her

And says shes fine and says you are

And her sad look

I fucking can’t handle it y’all

I just want them both to be happy and with each other but they’re too emotionally inept to say anything to each other so this is what we have to deal with

And now I have to deal with PETE

FUCKING PETE

Final Thoughts:

I literally cried three times in that episode. Normally its once with Jacob’s scene but this time it was every time Jack was there too. I think my recent breakup is making me soft and all I can handle right now is fluff. Anything else hurts.

I love that episode with my entire being but fuck me does it hurt

Also who or what is Grace? I have SO many questions.

Its a beautifully shot episode though

And Amanda’s acting is ace. So is RDAs.

BUT FUCK MGM FOR NEVER LETTING US HAVE CONFIRMATION OUTSIDE OF ONE PICTURE AND A PASSWORD

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RANKING MY TOP 5 FICS

hello everyone. let me just take a moment to introduce myself. my name is Megan and two years ago, I started this blog originally under the user name @/syzygy-yoongi to post one shots about the boys from IQIYI’s Idol Producer. since that time, i have gain a mass following (2,000+ today) that i am forever grateful for. i have also made many friends that i love dearly and am so blessed to have in my life.

when i began this blog, i didn’t expect so many people to pay attention or to read my stories. if you remember, i was pumping out chapters two or three times a day, finishing series within a week or two because i loved writing that much.

today, i’m going to rank my top five completed series that i have written. feel free to reblog with your own opinions/rankings as well or leave me an ask with your opinions about my stories! (i’m very bored).

Now let’s get this show on the road!

SPOILERS BELOW! vvv

1. Girls Like You (Cai Xukun)

Summary: IP High School is one of the most prestigious boarding schools in China for the fine arts. Owned by the Huang family, the school only accepts the best of the best. Many of China’s biggest stars came from this school and many of their students already have offers upon their graduation.

This year will be Cai Xukun’s fourth year at the school and fourth year witnessing the favoritism of his classmate, Zhu Zhengting (who’s parents are world class dancers) as well as the favoritism from students Fan Chengcheng (little brother of China’s most famous actress) and headmasters’ son, Huang Justin. The three of them are known to run the school. They get away with being late to classes, missing classes completely, missing assignments, talking back and Xukun swears he’s never seen them in full uniform. Safe to say that he kind of despises them and their “holier-than-thou” mindsets.

So when Justin’s sister joins them for her senior year, he could only roll his eyes at the news. While all of Xukun’s friends seem to fall for her, he can’t see the magic of it all.

“Girls like you? Girls like you are the kind that I can’t stand! You think just because you’re rich and pretty that we all have to fall for you? Well news flash, it’s not going to work on me. Now stay out of my way!”

MY OPINION: I really hold this fic near and dear to my heart because of the amount of work I put into the relationship between YN and Justin, YN and Zhengting and YN and Xukun. These were the three main relationships throughout the story that I feel really made readers pick sides. In all honesty, I was very nervous the first half the the story because everyone was on Zhengting’s side. This story was one of my most popular series and I was very pleased with the outcome, though I do have some regrets.

LOVED MOST: The relationship between YN and Justin. Justin’s character was the most difficult character I have ever portrayed. The early stages of developing his character actually spurred from Charlie from the movie The Perks of Being a Wallflower. As for YN’s character, I grew up in a household where my parents were always at work and so I had to raise my younger siblings (obviously not to the extent of YN’s and my parents are kind people). Her motherly tendencies came a lot from the things I had personally done growing up (making meals, putting together backpacks, so on and so forth). I think of all the relationships I’ve ever written, YN’s and Justin’s “Huang or Die” relationship is always going to be my favorite.

BIGGEST REGRET: The ending. Looking back on it now, I honestly think the story should have gone another way. Of course YN runs from Zhengting but I personally think that the ending was way too rushed. It was something I put together in the matter of hours just because I wanted to get the story over with. I think now, I would have let YN have more time to be herself and to be a kid in Korea rather than carrying on being a mother. I also would have liked it if she had ended up with Chengcheng, the only boy in this entire story besides Zhengting, who had been there from start to finish . I would have also liked to have seen the more interaction with her and Yanjun and Ziyi, considering they, along with Bingbing were the main hands that took part in her escape.

2. SUBSCRIBE! (Xiao Gui)

Summary: Wang Linkai just posted videos of himself playing videos for fun. He never in a million years expected to build the type of following he did.

Zhu YN started off just posting little home videos for her and her friends. She never in a million years expected to build the type of following she did.

The one where you and Xiao Gui have no idea who the other is until one day, your brother sends you the link to a video called “REACTING TO TEXTS FROM AN ANGEL I MET TODAY!”

MY OPINION: Though Xiao Gui continues to be my bias up until today, the fic that I wrote for him is second place. I had a lot of fun writing it but with a more regrets than I did with Girls Like You. (Also let’s all remember when I wrote that he was a matcha frappe guy and then days later, he was papped with that exact drink).

LOVED MOST: Xiao Gui’s character development is something I’m always going to take pride in. I think out of all of my stories, his character was one of the most carefully planned. There were little details (such as when Gui goes from stealing Ziyi’s car keys to asking for them in the end) that really showed how much he grew. I’m also glad he didn’t just give up his dream for love and how he wanted YN to be free while he was away. I feel like had he been the same person from the beginning, he either would’ve given up his music career or made YN wait for him. I really loved to see how much he grew during this story.

BIGGEST REGRET: How YN knew Xiao Gui’s mother 🤦🏻‍♀️. That was such a plot twist ending that didn’t even make sense. I wish I had found a different way for YN to have gotten Gui to be with his mother other than “oh she sells me fruit”.

3. Smile for the Camera (Zhu Zhengting)

Summary: Nine Percent Photography is a small company with big names. Owned by Y/N, it features the faces of Cai Xukun, Chen Linong, Fan Chengcheng, Huang Justin, Lin Yanjun, Wang Ziyi and You Zhangjing.

Nine Percent Photography is best known for their creativity and ability to push their models into various aesthetics. They are one of the richest companies in Asia with every model raking in an estimated 2.3 million dollars every month. It is every model’s dream to be apart of this world class company.

Zhu Zhengting is an aspiring model. Up until this point, he has only scored small gigs. That is, until one phone call changed his entire life.

Zhengting finally has the chance to follow his dreams. He’s not going to let anything get in his way. Right?

MY OPINION: This story was the first story of mine that really blew up. It’s my pride and joy and where my following really started to build.

LOVED MOST: I loved the harmony between the company. It was like they were all destined to be together. I also liked how they were so honest with each other towards the end. I loved how they all had to fall apart to come back together. I also really appreciated Yanjun’s friendship with YN and how much YN loved her company.

BIGGEST REGRET: I should have made the the story longer so that YN and Zhengting could have had more time to fall in love with each other. I reread it a couple of weeks ago and honestly, the way the fell was so awkward and rushed. Had I gone back to write it, I would have focused more on their love story. I also wished I would have gone and written more about their modeling and/or their work since they were a modeling company. I also wished I had gone deeper into YN and Zeren’s backstory.

4. Oblivious (Wang Ziyi)

Wang Ziyi has never been the type to confront his feelings head on. He’s always swallowed the butterflies, tied his shoe laces and held on to the safety handle to make sure he never let him fall for anyone. He likes to say it’s because he doesn’t want to get his heart broken but his friends say that maybe he’s just saving those feelings for you.

the one where people aren’t sure whether you two really hate each other or really like each other.

MY OPINION: This was one of my more humorous stories. I’m usually an angst writer so getting to write Ziyi and YN in such a playful manner was like a breath of fresh air. This is also the story that came after I took my first hiatus (which was supposed to be like a week but ended up being like a day lol). I remember the stress of wanting to write something angsty for Ziyi and not having the storyline so instead, I decided to write a funnier story for him. Though, not as popular as Girls Like You, Subscribe! or Smile for the Camera, it still ranks high for me.

LOVED MOST: I LOVED HOW FUNNY ZIYI AND YN’S CHARACTERS WERE — actually all of them! One of my favorite parts of the story is always going to be the line where Linong says he has “bible study in an hour” and Yanjun replies “PLEASE STOP CALLING YOUR THEOLOGY (the study of the nature of God and religious beliefs) CLASS BIBLE STUDY!” All of the characters played a big part in the story unlike in the others where characters like Zhangjing and Linong are more of the background extras.

BIGGEST REGRET: THE WHOLE ENDING! I remember a lot of people were upset with YN and her plans and I agree because what she did was a bit uncalled for. But I remember just wanting it to end so I let it end the way it did. Had I gone back and rewritten it, I probably would have let Xingjie and YN play out for a bit before the two realized they were better off as friends. Sort of along the lines of Lara Jean and John Ambrose.

5. Trust Me - Lin Yanjun

Summary: Summary: Ever since you were a freshman in high school, Wang Ziyi has always felt the need to protect you. Now you’re a freshman in college and nothing has changed. When he hears that the labeled player, Lin Yanjun, is trying to make his way into your life, Ziyi finds it harder to keep his secret under wraps - especially when you make friends with You Zhangjing, Lin Yanjun’s best friend.

MY OPINION: Ah yes. I feel like this is a forgotten story of mine. It was one of my first ever series. I think I was still @/syzygy-yoongi at the time that I wrote this. I still get nostalgic when I see people finding it now. This is actually the story that got me into writing series (I had never written one before Trust Me) when a follower suggested the idea to me.

LOVED MOST: I really loved the plot twist at the end. I think of all of my stories, this was the only one that I really planned out and stuck to it. I didn’t overthink Trust Me because at the time, I did get have many followers and I didn’t have anyone to disappoint.

BIGGEST REGRET: I think the reason why I ranked Trust Me so lowly is because of the lack of quality it had. It was the earliest development of what yanjuniverse is today. This is the story that made me realize that I really had a knack for angst. I have the fondest memories of Trust Me and I’m so happy I wrote it.

Conclusion: This was my top five rankings for my completed series. Of course it doesn’t go into my incompleted series (I Bet would’ve knocked Trust Me right off of this list). This was a complete waste of time but just something I wanted to do because I had just spent the past couple of weeks rereading my fics. Hope you all enjoyed and if you made it this far, thank you so much. I’m so grateful for this blog. It really made me who I am today. I’m so grateful for the memories and how much I grew from these stories!

#yanjuniverse #idol producer #nine percent #megan wastes time

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iamfallinforeverything · 4 years

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First Love (2/?)

Here it is dear @xceafh I hope you like it 😊 Also it is alot different from what you requested, but I decided to make this into a little series, because I have a lot of ideas for this and it would be to much for one part. So there is going to be a third part for sure, maybe even a fourth. I don’t know yet.

Also let me know if any of you want to be tagged in the upcoming stuff for First Love. I’ll try to make a tag list for this 😅

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 (coming soon)

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries, The Originals

(Elijah Mikaelson, Kol Mikaelson (coming soon))

Summary: Your ancestors make sure that you’ll keep your promise and it’s going to be interesting.

Words: +1,6k

Warnings: swearing, angst (just being upset I guess), alcohol

Y/F/D = Your favorite drink

Last Time: For a moment it was silent. And then Niklaus clapped his hands and looked at me.

“So, let’s talk about that promise you just made.”, he smiled and wrapped his arm around my shoulders. “Because I don’t want to change who I am.”

***

We started to walk back to the house and I looked at him unsure.

“That’s going to be a problem then.”, I answered and smiled nervously.

“Oh it’s not. I’ve known most of the witches from your coven. They know that I am not willing to change who I am.”, Niklaus answered and let go of my arm. I stopped my walk.

“Because you killed most of them, haven’t you?”, I answered.

“You could say so. I prefer to say that I defended myself.”, he said and turned back around.

“Of course you did.”, I breathed heavily and walked past him, back inside the house.

Esther was gone. I couldn’t see her anymore. Just like Elijah. He’s probably taking care of her.

“Care to explain what the hell you did out there?”, Niklaus asked when he had caught up to me and was next to me again.

“Isn’t it that obvious? I peformed magic.”, I answered and shrugged with my shoulders.

“That’s not what I meant little witch. Stop playing games with me.”, Niklaus said and sounded a little angry.

“Or else what?”, I challenged him.

“You don’t want to know that my dear.”

“Oh, I have a good idea of what's going to follow.”, I smiled sweetly at him and spook a little spell to make it unbearable for him to be around me.

I could hear him gag and I laughed quietly.

“Stupid little witch.”, I heard him say which made me laugh louder.

I walked towards one of the many bars and ordered some water. With the glass in my hands I started to walk around again. I could see Finn, Rebekah and Kol talking with eachothers. Just as I was about to speak a little spell to hear what they were saying, their heads turned in my direction and all three looked at me. Kol looked so tortured again. As if something was putting him in a lot of pain. The sick feeling in my stomach returned and all I wanted to do was to leave this house. I was here for what I was invited to. So I’m free to go, right? As if anyone would care anyway.

I put the glass down and walked towards the exit. Everything I wanted to do was to go home, curle up under my warm blanket and sleep for four weeks straight. For some reason looking at Kol, Finn and Rebekah made me sick as fuck.

I walked out the door and straight to my car. I just needed to get in and drive back home. Not a big deal. I can drive. I can drive in the dark and the last sip of alcohol is was also... ...half an hour ago? That’s fine. I can leave. It’s fine.

Then why the fucking isn’t my stupid car opening? I had pressed the stupid button at least 1000 times and I had even rattled the handle. It just did not open. Fuck it, who needs a car when there are buses and trains. Besides, I'm a witch, I can do it without a car.

So I took off my high heels, picked them up and walked home. I walked the long way down to the gate. Pebbles, by the way, are an invention of men who never have to walk over them with bare feet. I cursed every little pebble and as I stood in front of the gate, it crossed my mind that I could also enchant them to make them soft. But I could also simply magically create flat shoes, which will certainly be useful for the further way home.

And that is exactly what I did as I walked through the gate. Or at least I tried. In front of the gate was an invisible barrier, which I couldn't get through.

"That little bitch Esther," I murmured quietly and quickly spoke a spell that should undo her "protection" spell. But when I still couldn't get through the gate, I realized it wasn't Esther's protection spell. It wasn't even a protection spell.

"You're kidding me, aren't you?" I said and tried another spell, but it didn't help either, which was clear. "You're gonna lock me in here? You're really gonna lock me in here? With the vampires. With the fucking original vampires! They' re gonna kill me. They're all gonna kill me."

Beaten, I turned around again and looked at the house in front of me, where I was forced to spend the next time, if not the rest of my life. Why did I always have to be so damn forward? Did I have to promise to change them back to humans? Couldn't I have come up with something else? Like turning them into a bunny, for example? That would be easier.

What am I supposed to do now? I can't leave the stupid property and one day they' ll notice me anyway. And I didn't want to sleep in a bush either.

Why were my stupid ancestors so damn specific about everything? I could just as easily fulfill my promise with something warm to drink in my cuddly bed. Wouldn't be a problem. No, of course they were melodramatic again and had to lock me up here. With the crazy ones. Great. Thanks, you idiots.

So I trotted back to the house and on the way there I decided to get drunk without restraint. I intensified my little spell that's keeping Niklaus away from me, and extended it to the entire Mikaelson family. Only Elijah I spared. I liked him. Somehow.

In the house I immediately headed to the first bar I saw and ordered Y/F/D, drank my drink straight down and ordered a new one. I did the same and with the third glass I resumed my tour through the house, even though I already knew the area where the guests were allowed to go. So I extended my tour to the "private" rooms. At some point I would know all of them anyway, after all I would stay here for a while. I wondered for how long my ancestors would go on playing this game. At least I knew that my mother's crazy aunt had a lot of stamina when it came to punishment. And my father's mother, my grandmother, also loved punishment. What kind of stupid family did I live in? Who loved punishing people? Who loved punishing their own family?

I drank my drink, walked around aimlessly and watched the Mikaelson family trying to get closer to me, but each time they soon started puking. The drunker I got, the funnier it got. Eventually I turned the tables and walked towards them, which made them start to run. I had to control myself not to laugh out loud. It looked too funny watching Finn puff out his cheeks because he was gagging. Or the look Rebekah got on her face. It was just amusing.

Unfortunately this game got boring after a while and so I decided to go outside again. It was damn cold outside and a dress with thin straps and a huge slit on the side didn't really help against the cold. But I was more than drunk, so I didn't really care. Maybe I was lucky and would freeze to death. Would my spirit be trapped here too then? That would be terrible. Being tied to this place forever.

For a while I just walked through the garden until I found a bench a little bit away from everything and sat down. With my back to the house. I just looked up at the sky and watched the stars. I wondered how much they' d already seen in their lives.

I heard footsteps behind me, but I didn't really cared who was coming. I couldn't walk away anyway.

A thin blanket was put around my shoulders before someone sat down beside me. A quick glance was enough to know that it was Elijah.

"Were you not about to leave?", Elijah asked.

"Can't.", I murmured back without looking at him.

"Why may I ask?"

"Because my ancestors are little shitheads who won't let me go until I have kept my promise," I replied fiercely and immediately felt a slight tug in my head. That must have been my mother's crazy aunt. She has always hated me.

"Care to explain?"

"They have bound me to this property. I can't leave because there's a barrier around the entire property. I can't leave until I keep my promise. And since that is very unlikely, I will be stuck here forever.", I said. Maybe I was slurring my words, I was not quite sure.

"Why did you help us at all? We have brought nothing but misery to your coven."

"I don't know. I just had to.", I shrugged.

Elijah didn't say anything else. He just sat there. Kept me company. I could feel myself getting tired. Magic and alcohol made me sleepy. Elijah noticed that immediately.

"Come. I'll show you a room where you can stay.", he said and extended his hand to me.

Without thinking I took it and let him pull me up. My eyes were heavy and I coulnd't think straight. Was the sun rising back there? Was it already so late? Or was it just some lights from the party?

I didn't know and to be honest I didn't really cared. I was exhausted and I just wanted to sleep. I didn't really remember how I got into the room either. All I knew was that Elijah had helped me. And after that, it was all just a blur. Damn alcohol.

And please, don’t ask me where the stupid blanket went that Elijah put around my shoulders because I don’t have a fucking clue.

#the vampire diaries imagine #the vampire diaries #the vampire diares imagines #the originals #the originals imagine #the originals imagines #kol mikaelson #kol mikaelson imagine #elijah mikaelson #elijah mikealson imagine #klaus mikaelson #klaus mikaelson imagine #First Love #lills pieces

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thats-how-i-role · 3 years

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Sea Salt By The Sea Shore

A/N: The title was funnier in my head. Also this technically goes with Day 6 but shhhhhh. I had to do research about SNOWBOARDING. Which I surprisingly knew even less about than I thought I did. For the record, this is a halfpipe.

They put in their headphones, swiftly as to not get Amalthea’s attention as she blabbered into. They tuned into the local news station, where the segment had just switched to sports. And once again, as they have been for weeks since the crash, Jem was the top story.

Regan, the stout news anchor began as a photo of Jem holding their first Olympic gold medal appeared next to him on screen. “Folks, today some news that shook the Olympic world to its core was announced. As twenty four year old Jemon Morale, who is known for being last Winter Olympics Gold Medallist in the halfpipe circuit, has announced the fact they are retiring.”

“Now, if you haven’t been following this story, let’s catch you up.” Regan switched to a different camera angle as a new graphic appeared by his face. One of Jem in their snowboarding gear after they qualified for the Olympics when they were nineteen. “Jemon Morale was America’s underdog in the 20xx Winter Olympics, as they rose to the spotlight as being the first ever openly non-binary Olympic athlete. Quickly, they received support particularly in millennial circles, and became an LGBTQ+ icon for the sports community. Although, nobody was expecting them to get gold on their first try- with a twenty to one Vegas odds- Jem succeeded on the half-pipe. Not only becoming the first non-binary gold medallist, but one of the youngest that the Olympic world has seen in the past few decades.”

Another camera angle, another graphic. This one showing Jem on their knees, crying as they were announced the winner of the gold medal. “Throughout the past two years, Jemon had appeared on multiple talk shows, and different sports magazines. As well as promoting brands anywhere between underarmour, and frosted flakes. They quickly became America’s favourite.”

Jem felt Amalthea, a slender woman with strawberry blonde hair and green eyes, tug one of their headphones out. “Jem, are you listening to me?”

“Yeah totally.” Jem replied, eyes still transfixed on the screen.

“What’d I say then?” Amalthea questioned.

“Yeah totally,” Jem answered, completely not paying attention to her.

As another graphic appeared, one with Jem shaking hands with fans right before the qualifiers started for this year. Jem remembered that day so clearly, and yet it felt like so long ago. Regan continued, “because of their massive success, Jem was the favourite to win all the way up to the Olympics. But at the criticized event of the semi-finals, horror struck the world.”

This time, the camera zoomed in on Regan’s face with no graphic. “The winds were high on the day of the semi-finals, where many experts say that it would’ve been safer had the event organizers post-poned the event until the winds had calmed down. Yet in the moment, the event continued. With Jemon’s points putting them in the lead, the final round was approaching.”

The frame had left Regan, showing the live feed their news reporter had caught on camera on that day. Regan’s continued the story through voice over as he narrated what happened, “As you can see, Jemon lined up and took off into the half pipe smoothly. Achieving their first fourteen hundred degree spin on the first jump.” Jem flipped their snowboard around 3 and a half times, flawlessly besides the dismount. The landing was shaky as the wind pushed them farther into the half pipe. “But as Jemon flew up in the air for their second fourteen hundred, tragedy struck.”

Suddenly, present Jem was flashed back into the memory. When they went up in the air, hearing the cheers from their adoring fans. Succeeding on completing the spins, Jem counted in their head. One, two, three, land.

Land. That’s all they had to do. But they couldn’t.

They felt themselves get pushed through the air, further towards the ledge of the halfpipe. Jem went into panic mode, and even though this only happened in a couple seconds, time slowed for them. They curled into themselves, grabbing the top of their snowboard to try and get their legs over the ledge so they could slide down the side of the halfpipe relatively unscathed.

It almost worked too.

Because Jem fell towards the ledge at sixty four kilometres per hour, and their weight easily increased to almost two hundred pounds with all their winter gear, it wasn’t going to be an easy crash in any sense of the word. Jem didn’t work fast enough as their back leg clipped the ledge, bending and snapping the opposite way of their knee. Jem, feeling the pain shoot up to their spine, let go of their board, and they got completely turned around.

All they remember before their head hit and skid down the side of the halfpipe was the pain.

The next thing Jem remembers after the crash was waking up a week later in the hospital, with screws and metal pins in their left leg.

Jem came back to their senses, in the town car as the crash was shown on their phone screen. The video ended after Jem’s face grinded against the snow, shattering their helmet and goggles. The doctors said that they were lucky they didn’t lose an eye. But it was hard for Jem to even imagine that they were lucky as they gazed at their casted leg.

The screen went back to Regan, with a photo of the paramedics loading Jem into their ambulance. “After much deliberation of Jem’s injuries, it was leaked from an inside source that they were going to need to go through extensive physical therapy if they wanted to even walk properly again. The crash left Jem’s hip dislocated, their shin was shattered and their knee was completely torn out of its socket. Not to mention the torn ligaments and strained muscles. All of which were in Jemon’s left leg.”

The next camera angle featured the photo of Jem last night, standing at a podium with press surrounding them. Regan continued with, “Last night, Jemon gave this statement regarding their future in their career.”

Jem didn’t think they looked half as distraught as they did getting up on the podium. Jem began their speech, “Thank you one and all for coming tonight. And thank you for your hopes and prayers for me and my family as we pushed through these trying times over the past couple months. But as my recovery continues, and after getting a second and third opinion from trusted physicians, I am saying that I will never be able to compete again. I will continue my physical therapy in another facility down south. I’m sorry to all my fans,” at this point Jem’s voice began cracking the slightest bit, “I’m sorry to all those who supported me in achieving my dream. And from the bottom of my heart, thank you for making my dream come true. Even for a little while.”

The camera panned back to Regan, who had a solemn look on his face. “A teary eyed statement from Jemon Morale, and what will probably be their last public statement for a long time. I do want to say on behalf of this network, it was a pleasure covering your journey. We wish you all the best. In other news...”

Amalthea had finally ripped the phone out of Jem’s hands, effectively tearing the earbud out of Jem’s ear as well. “What the hell Mal?” Jem yelled, rubbing their ear to soothe the pain.

“You are the worst glutton for punishment I have ever met Morale.” Amalthea criticized, smacking them in the arm. “Anyways, Jimmy Kimmel wanted to to see if you could make it-“

“No.” Jem answered.

Amalthea flicked them in the nose, “I’m not letting you become a hermit down here. People want to hear from you Jem!”

“You’re trying to come up with things so I can keep paying you to do your job.” Jem stated, starting to toy with their cane. “The job which you’re terrified of losing because now that I am a washed up, cold, son of a bitch, I don’t really have a need for you anymore.”

Amalthea gritted her teeth but kept her voice as calm as she could. “I’m trying to give your fans what they want. We used to both want that.”

She stared Jem down to the point where guilt began to weigh in their shoulders. After a moment Jem sighed, “Fine. Set me up with Jimmy in a month, I just got here and don’t want to leave so soon.”

Jem looked out their window, as they passed by a boardwalk. This sunshine state was much different than what Jem was used to. No snow, and a fresh smell of the sea. And with that small inspiration, Jem got an idea.

They knocked on the window separating them from their driver, “Thorne, pull in here. I wanna go for a walk.”

Their driver nodded as Jem unbuckled their seat belt and readied their cane. Amalthea’s eyes widened, but really didn’t want to fight about this. So instead she just said, “Try and be back in ten. And take in some of the sights, maybe it’ll remove the stick shoved up your ass.”

Jem chuckled, opening the door. “Thanks Mal.”

With that, Jem left their town car. The boardwalk was alive with tourists and music. The sun beaming down on everyone was relaxing, although it was quite overbearing for Jem who had spent most of their life surrounded by the snow.

Leaning half their weight on their cane, they made their way up the wooden platform. They silently hoped that the sunglasses on their face would be enough to hide their identity. Although somehow, even here Jem’s face had graced some newsstands. But this was going to be a fresh start for them.

Right?

Wrong.

As they kept to the side of the boardwalk, they watched as the waved floated below them. The sun shining off the ocean was absolutely breathtaking. They couldn’t help but feel like they were at peace. But all good things must come to an end.

“Hey!” Someone shouted at Jem. Jem turned towards the yelling, and saw three, burly men approaching them. “You’re that guy, right? The snowboarder.”

Jem nodded, giving the men a thin lipped smile, “Yep, that’s me. Are you guys fans?”

The aggressive manner in how this man and his friends cornered Jem into the railing was telling them the exact opposite. But the man kept with a large, but obviously sarcastic smile.

“Kind of, give or take.” The man said, taking a puff from his cigarette. “I really thought you had some potential kid. You were truly one of a kind.” There was a moment of silence, that Jem was about to thank the guy in but then he continued, “I even put some money down on you.”

Shit.

Jem put the hand they didn’t have gripping their cane up defensively, “Okay, I see how it is.”

“Do you?” The guy dropped his cigarette on the would and put it out with his boot. “Because, I couldn’t get my son the game he wanted because of you.”

To sass or not to sass, that is the question. And unfortunately for Jem, since their accident they’ve been leaning more towards the former. “Buddy, it sounds like if you couldn’t afford buying something for your kid, then you had no business in putting your money down elsewhere. You cared more about getting more money then making your son happy.”

With that, the guy’s face fell. Fury is becoming etched into his features, but Jem continued. “Your deadend job isn’t paying you enough, or maybe you’re just lazy and refuse to ask for more hours. Maybe you’re just a coward, who thinks it’s unmanly to ask for help.”

Jem laughed to themselves, before delivering the killing blow, “The truth is, you’re emasculated when your pride takes a blow. And because you’re that sensitive, I may not have a gender, but somehow I’m still twice the man you’ll ever be.”

Now, in an hour after all this unfolds if you asked Jem if they regretted their actions here, they’d reply, “no, not really.” Despite any logical person would say yes.

The burly guy nodded to his friends, who immediately closed in on Jem. Jem instinctively tucked their bad leg behind their good one and leaned back towards the boardwalk railing. They deserved this, they know that. So they were gonna roll with the hits.

One of the friends snatched Jem’s cane from them, throwing them off balance. Jem quickly grabbed onto the railing, as the guy with their cane hit them in the stomach with it. Jem’s only response was a grunt.

A crowd began to form around them, some people taking video and Jem knew that surely enough this would be their next headline. The friend took Jem’s cane and tossed it over the side of the boardwalk, into the water. Jem tried to spin around and grab it, as somebody came up from behind Jem and knocked them over.

It was difficult for Jem to process what was happening, even as they went crashing head first into the water. They quickly were able to spin right side up, but couldn’t keep their head above water. Every desperate claw towards the surface, every time they tried to take a gulp of air, it was to no avail.

Jem’s vision began to blur, in a sense it was peaceful. As if this was what Jem was waiting for. After all, hadn’t Jem done everything they were meant to do? Their journey in life was over, their dream destroyed because of one mistake. Everything was over.

Or had it just begun?

Jem felt arms come around them and pull them up towards the surface. They gasped for air, coughing up some of the water. The strong arms wrapped around them gently patted their chest as Jem heaved.

“It’s all right mate, I got you.” The voice said. Jem peeked over their shoulder to see a man, with dark hair and green eyes. Not far off in the distance was a small boat, and Jem felt a small rush through their veins.

Yes, the next adventure had just begun.

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diyunho · 5 years

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The Joker x Reader - “ Nobody” Part 1

After not feeling well for months, The Joker finally found out why: the life threatening condition is so serious there’s only a 50/50 chance of survival. Dealing with a brain tumor is not going to be easy, that’s why The King of Gotham asked his half-brother Arthur to help Y/N while he’ll undergo treatment.

The Joker yawns, repositioning his head in your lap.

“You want a small pillow?” you pause the movie you’re both watching and he refuses.

“No,” J stretches on the couch. “These are soft enough,” he pokes your thighs and you squirm, ticklish to his touch.

Suddenly, the cell phone chimes and J reaches his hand to grab it from the table.

“Arthur is here,” he announces. “He wasn’t in a hurry, hm?” The Joker mumbles while getting up.

You decline to comment and do the same because you can hear the elevator going up to the Penthouse. You could say the anticipation is making you a little bit nervous: you’ve been with J for about 10 months but you’ve never met Arthur. Probably it’s safe to assume they are not very close yet soon after finding out about the illness, The Joker contacted his sibling to let him know and sure enough he agreed to come over and help.

Although Mr. Fleck is three hours late, it doesn’t mean he is trying to back out on his promise.

The elevator opens and Arthur emerges dressed in one of his red suits, anxiously passing his fingers through his curls. J wants to criticize and his brother is in no mood for a lecture:

“Before you lash out, I was delayed by an unexpected issue!” he keeps talking and walking in your direction. “My apologies.”

“What issue?” J growls and Arthur extends the palm of his hand, firmly shaking yours, definitely not waiting for an introduction: “Hello there,” he smiles. “I’m the older, smarter, funnier and more charming version; you must be the better half.”

“Riiiiiight…” The Joker rolls his eyes, annoyed.

“Y/N,” you smirk at the man’s remark and he lets go of your hand, explaining his delayed arrival:

“Don’t get worked up, kid. One of my projects required immediate attention and I had to sort it out.”

You expect The Joker to protest the nickname but he doesn’t mention anything: Arthur always called him that since they were teenagers and your boyfriend is used to it. Doesn’t bother him at all.

“Do you want a drink? Are you hungry?” you offer and he nods a no.

“I’m good; thanks,” he takes a sit on the nearest armchair and the couple reprises their position on the sofa.

A few moments of silence before Arthur decides to talk about the reason why he’s at the Penthouse.

“Sooo… What did the doctors find out? How bad is it?” he inquires and you unconsciously cling to J’s arm, not willing to hear about it again.

“The brain tumor is too big, I can’t have surgery yet. I already started with lower doses of medication 20 days ago, I have to gradually build up to the higher doses so my body can handle it. Soon I’ll have chemo every 3 weeks, then every 2 we…”

A low chuckle and Arthur covers his mouth in horror.

“Sorry…” he has a chance to whisper before bursting out laughing.

“Here we go…” The Joker crosses his legs, patiently waiting for his brother to finish his outburst. The King of Gotham may not be an accommodating individual, but his sibling’s condition is something he has always tolerated without any problem.

“I’m very…” Arthur tries to speak but the strenuous sounds he makes at the end of each cackle prove how much he’s struggling to control his inappropriate amusement. “…s-sorry,” he continues to snicker while digging in his pocket for a small piece of laminated paper. He finds the item and hands it over to you; you curiously inspect the writing: it basically explains his neurological disorder in a few words.

“It’s fine, J told me,” you return the information to its owner.

“I can’t believe you still have that,” The Clown Prince of Crime huffs as Arthur is slowly regaining his composure.

“I’m very sorry,” he emphasizes his regrettable outpour. “You were saying?”

J deeply inhales and reprises the briefing:

“I’ll have to do chemo every 3 weeks, then every 14 days until the tumor shrinks enough to be operable. I guess I have a 50/50 chance of surviving the whole thing, that’s why I asked for your cooperation in helping Y/N oversee my affairs. I will get worse before I might get better, thus here we are.”

Arthur pulls tissues out of the box next to him and gives them to the devastated Y/N: The Joker didn’t notice you are quietly sobbing by his side.

“Please stop crying,” he kisses your temple, avoiding your emotions like he regularly does. The best option is to divert the gathering towards another topic. “We got ready one of the bedrooms upstairs for you; I hope that’s up to your standards.”

“My standards are normal,” the truth is blurred out. “You’re the fancy one, kid. That’s why you’re The Joker and I’m Joker; I don’t need any glorification. Plus, I didn’t oppose when you picked this half of town and left me the other.”

“You’re an idiot!” the green haired man stands up from his spot, wanting nothing more than to retreat to the master bedroom after an exhausting day.

“Runs in the family,” Arthur nonchalantly hints and you snort, blowing your nose in a tissue.

“Keep your mouth shut!” J advices and you have no clue he’s referring to more than just the constant bickering going on between them. “I’m calling it quits, are you coming?”

“I’ll have a smoke on the terrace first, “Arthur searches for his pack of cigarettes and you believe this is the perfect chance to chat with him:

“I’ll stay with our guest, alright?”

“Suit yourselves,” The Joker grumbles and you follow his brother outside on the huge patio.

“I forgot how nice this is from the 30th floor,” Arthur stirs the conversation while lighting up a cigarette.

“Yes, it’s a lovely view,” you wipe your tears and he resentfully mutters:

“I fucking hate this town…”

You sigh, not wishing to interrupt in case he has more to add and the plain inquiry catches you off guard.

“How are you holding up?”

The question resonates in the awkward stillness and Y/N elects to bring him up to date.

“I’m doing the best I can under the circumstances. He’s not doing well…” you sniffle and Arthur pays attention to your confession. “The medications may be in low amount, but they are strong; they make him very confused at times, plus the side effects of the tumor… he forgets things, he has no idea where he is or… or… who I am. The doctors advised that when it happens we have to go with the flow and not push for him to recall details. His brain is under a lot of pressure and this is only the beginning.”

Arthur blows smoke up in the air, displeased with the news about his younger sibling.

“Shit, that’s rough…”

That’s surely the understatement of the year for the heartbroken Y/N.

“When he doesn’t recognize me, I tell him I’m nobody, just a person taking care of the place and he doesn’t even know the difference. I suggest you avoid any type of confrontation while he’s like that; please generalize everything you articulate and don’t complicate the situation.”

“Of course… Yeah, yeah, of course,” he is fast to agree with your guidance.

“Thank you,” you sincerely show your gratitude because you appreciate his presence. “I think I’ll join him upstairs; tonight he’s beginning higher dosage on his pills and he might have a reaction.”

“I’ll stay and finish my cigarette,” Arthur scratches the scar above his lip. “Which bedroom is mine?”

“Fourth one on the left.”

“Perfect, I’ll find it,” he waves as you return inside, eager to check up on The Clown Prince of Crime.

**************

“What the … t-the hell?” The Joker stutters, groggy from the strong medications swallowed a few hours ago.

You barely distinguish his wobbly silhouette standing by the bed.

“What’s wrong?” you turn on the lamp on the nightstand, instantly aware of his wet boxers.

“I d-didn’t make it to… to the bathroom,” J seems out of it, yet at least he realizes that much.

“Oh, it’s totally fine,” you maintain your cool and jump off the sheets, rushing to help him. “The doctors warned accidents could happen since the drugs are making you dizzy and super drowsy. Let’s step in the bathtub, shall we?”

You take his hand and lead a compliant boyfriend to the master bathroom; sometimes it’s easy to deal with him in this state, sometimes it’s not.

Luckily tonight he’s obedient.

You turn on the water and he tightly holds his boxers while you attempt to yank them off him.

“Who…who are you?” The Joker sulks, unhappy with your movement.

“I’m nobody,” you reply and manage not to cry at his disorientation. “I’m here to help you, ok?” you calmly try to reason with his baffled mind.

“I… I… I don’t want you to see me naked,” he complains and Y/N has an easy solution for the apparent controversy.

“I’ll close my eyes, deal?”

You do as vowed and J lets you undress him, finally ending up in the bathtub for a quick, relaxing soak.

“You want bubbles?” you glance at him once the body is submerged under the warm water.

“No…” he yawns and you fold a towel, placing it under his head in case he’ll pass out.

“Where… where am I?...”

A faint knock at the door and Arthur talks in a low tone:

“Everything good?”

“Yes, we’re fine,” he distinguishes your reply; he just returned from the underground garage with his suitcase and discerned the commotion: made him wonder if his assistance was necessary.

“Who was that?” The Joker enjoys being pampered by the stranger he doesn’t recognize for the moment; apparently forgot about shyness also because he has no objection to the sponge bath now.

“The maintenance guy,” you lie without blinking while pouring more shampoo over J’s toxic green locks.

*************

10 am

Arthur joined you and The Joker in the kitchen less than 5 minutes ago; he positioned himself against the counter, this way he has a broad perspective of the whole space. He sips on the fresh coffee, observing the scene unfolding at the table:

J is reading a magazine and you feed him breakfast, caressing his hair every few seconds. You didn’t mention anything about last night; he woke up feeling a bit better and it’s safe not to agitate him with useless facts.

“Are you hungry?” you address Arthur and he lifts his shoulders up, undecided.

“Maybe… I’ll munch on something shortly.”

“Hurry up before it gets cold,” you encourage him and The Joker is already as crabby as he can be.

“Stop bugging him! If he wants to eat, he’ll eat!”

“I’m not bugging him,” you defend your action, upset at J’s feisty attitude.

“She’s not bugging me,” Arthur tucks a rebel curl behind his ear, disapproving of his brother’s assumption.

“I’m not,” you sweetly smile and The Joker slaps your fingers away from his hair.

The cheerfulness dies on your face and you get up, kicking the chair in the process.

“I’ll bring your morning meds,” you enunciate and leave the kitchen in a hurry.

“Goddamn irritating,” J hisses at your behavior and Arthur can’t zip it.

“Are you stupid?” he sucks on his cheeks and that definitely gets your boyfriend’s attention.

“What did you say?!”

“I’ve been here for minutes and she didn’t take a single bite out of anything, too preoccupied with making sure you eat. Do you even notice how she looks at you?” he raises his voice. “So I’m asking you again: are you stupid?”

“Excuse me?!” J abandons his seat and the threatening demeanor queues Arthur about the imminent scuffle, not that he’s willing to avoid it.

“I wasn’t clear enough?” the latest provokes his sibling. “ARE. YOU. STUUUUPID?” he repeats, cracking his neck with anticipation.

You are coming downstairs with the meds and the ruckus happening in the kitchen makes you speed up.

You are certainly not disappointed at the show: J and Arthur are wrestling on the floor, relentlessly hitting one another.

“Stop it!!” you shout and your plea is ignored. “Stop it!” you insist when you detect Arthur’s bloody nose and J’s busted lip. “Are you deaf?! Stop it!!”

This is the last drop: after another shitty night and the stuff you endured recently, you are completely lacking any kind of patience for anybody’s nonsense.

You toss the vial with The Joker’s tablets on the counter, snatch the ice bucket from the freezer and fill it out with water. The ice cubes float in the clear liquid: the 8 gallons metal container is pretty large since it’s used for J’s grape juice cans.

You thud on the marble floor and dump the freezing concoction on top of the two heated fighters, the sudden shock from the unexpected impact being enough to halt the brawl.

“Ugg!!” J rolls on his back while Arthur crawls by the stove. “What are you doing, Y/N?!” he yells and you storm out, firmly squeezing the ice bucket to your chest without realizing.

The loud bang of a shut door bears witness of your justified rage concerning the altercation; how can you not get mad at such crap?!

Arthur seeks for his beloved cigarettes in the interior of his orange vest, triumphantly lightening one after failing the first trials.

“I like her,” he puffs the fumes out, leaning towards his brother because J is gesturing for the bud.

The Joker takes a deep drag, admitting for once:

“Me too.”

“I thought you quit,” Arthur points out.

“I did,” his brother answers, glaring at the ceiling. “Clean up this mess!” he orders and continues to smoke.

“Nope, we should let fate determine,” the older sibling suggests and J falls into the little trap.

“Rock, paper, scissors?”

“Ready?” Arthur smirks and counts. “1…2…3!”

“… … … Dammit!” The King of Gotham cusses.

“Have fun, kid!” the winner plucks the cig away from J. “Gimme, these are bad for your health!”

**************

“Are you in here?” The Joker sneaks in his office and watches you patrol around the desk, still vigorously attached to the infamous ice bucket.

The lack of reply makes him approach the distressed woman; you avoid gazing his way at all costs.

“I need my pitcher,” he sniffles and Y/N disregards his sentence. “You’re aware I like to use grape juice on ice for those bitter capsules. There’s no bucket and no ice in the freezer so… what am I supposed to do? Skip my morning remedy?”

A hint of lowered resistance and he’s taking advantage of it.

“My lip hurts,” he rubs the swollen, red spot. “I need ice for this too.”

You place your precious bucket on top of some folders, cautiously examining the superficial cut.

“Stitches won’t be necessary,” the obvious result updates a pouting J.

“Are you sure?” he plays dumb and wraps his arms around your waist. “Take a closer look, I can’t afford to walk around with chipped dignity.”

You peck the unharmed corner of his mouth, mad you’re giving into such cheap amendments.

“I’m positive…”

The Joker grins and kisses you, entirely convinced it wasn’t hard to get under your skin.

“You’re not going to leave, are you?” he rests his forehead on yours and Y/N is speechless at the question. “This is the tumor talking, obviously,” J fixes the tiny mistake when he sees your reaction.

“Obviously…” you whisper, sadly reckoning he purposely avoids any type of sensitive debate about your future together.

The Joker though is carefully listening to Arthur mumbling on the hallway, suspicious at the meaning.

“Is he eavesdropping?!” you focus on the faint words also and it clicks for J.

“Cut it out!!!” he screams while Mister Fleck is not phased, joyfully concluding the ceremony the couple didn’t agree to.

“By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you Nobody and Joker!”

“What was that?!” you crinkle your nose, puzzled.

“He has a minister license and never used it; he tried to hitch me with my ex too,” J clarifies his brother’s odd conduct.

“You may now kiss the bride!” Arthur shouts and The Joker had enough:

“Shut the fuck up!!!”

“What am I supposed to do with my license then?!” the wavy hair pops in the door frame.

“I don’t care!” J snarls, fed up with his sibling’s persistence. “Go pester someone else!” the door is slammed in Arthur’s face; fortunately the 42 years old is not the type of man to be easily offended.

He adjusts the pieces of tissue sticking out of his bloody nose, proudly holding the minister accreditation at eye level.

“I got myself a sister-in-law,” Arthur chuckles at his achievement, impatiently searching for a pack of cigarettes in the pocket of his red jacket.

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clayfaced · 4 years

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POSITIVE 20 QUESTIONS TAG GAME

ily @hopeisthewholepoint i was doing this a while ago and then the draft didn’t save so this is about 30 years late by now whopps. ily thanks for tagging me tho. ❤

1. Name 4 fictional characters who showcase your personality the best, with explanations if you want.

My girl Edrisa Tanaka from Prodigal Son bc we’re both socially awkward but at least she’s unapologetic about it. I want to say I have Sam Wilson’s humor and I too do what everyone else does just slower. Raymond Holt because I love fluffy bois and I’m down to fight anyone who says anything bad about my pets. Ben Wyatt because we’re both human disasters and I like making dumb stuff when I’m bored.

2. Aesthetic

Playing pool terribly with friends, peanut butter and banana sandwiches, colorful rain jackets. Balloons, music playing from car radios, collecting movie ticket stubs. Painted nails, open windows, and fish stamps on postcards. The smell of fresh basil.

3. Favorite musical/play? (If you’ve never seen a musical or play, one you’d be interested in seeing?)

Come from Away. Hands down. Though I will say I saw recordings of the National Theater’s Frankensteins recently and both are very good but the Miller-as-the-creature version is especially good.

4. What is the best compliment you’ve ever received?

Okay this is a bit of an unfair question bc I die at any and all compliments. But one that I thought of today /a couple days ago/ a long time ago when i started writing this that made me happy again was when someone I'm in a club with let me borrow his camera to take pictures during a performance. I hadn't taken pictures in a while and I had so much fun and I don't really contribute to the club so I finally felt like I had purpose. It was hard to see how they came out on the camera but the next time I saw him he said they came out really well and someone else said that he's normally picky when it comes to photos but he liked mine so that made me feel even better and it was overall a very nice time. It wasn't even really the compliment (I mean, it still was but) it was also just the gesture to offer a camera when he heard I liked taking pictures. I didn't have my camera with me until after this and it really made me remember how much I liked it. Anyways he graduated and hasn't been in the club since last semester so I never see him but it made me v happy.

5. How many times have you been in love?

Miss me with that romantic love but I fall in love with friends and people and every little thing everyday.

6. Embarrassing story or fact about yourself that makes you laugh now?

Bold of you to assume I've recovered from anything embarrassing ever.

This is a bit of a cheat bc it was always funny but my middle school PE uniforms had words and definitions on the back of the shirts (no i don’t know why) and mine said “final: adj. last in place” or something like that and you know what? it was RIGHT.

7. Favorite Disney/Pixar movie?

Probably Up. Idk I don’t really have one.

8. Favorite flower or plant?

Probably triostar plants because they’re cute and pink.

9. What’s your favorite holiday?

Halloween 🎃! I love the idea that kids are going bonkers and getting candy and having a good time. And I love that it gives not-children people a chance to dress up and have fun and take themselves less seriously for a day.

EDIT: NO ONE TOLD ME I MISSED QUESTIONS 10-14. NO ONE LOOK AT THIS .LOOK AWAY. IM FIXING IT. HOW DID I MISS FIVE WHOLE ENTIRE QUESTIONS. SMH.

10. Name three things that made you laugh or smile this past week.

This meme dee just sent me a minute ago. I had a socially-distant dinner with a couple of my friends whomst I love a lot on Saturday and it was very nice to see their beautiful faces in person again and I love them a lot. Time isn’t real I don’t know what happened this week. I set up the Xbox again and I’ve played a little little bit of Assassins Creed (which Im very bad at) and Skyrim (which im only a little bad at) and that’s been fun. Bonus answer of dee, nina, and I have been watching 911: Lone Star together and it’s v v fun.

11. What song would you play to introduce yourself to someone?

That is way too hard of a question to definitively answer. My music taste varies so wildly and my favorite song is usually the one I've obsessively listened to the last. Using that logic: Bang! by AJR or Wake Me by Bleachers. Or Chris Martin’s cover of Shelter from the Storm by Bob Dylan. Yeah. The last one.

12. Name something that truly makes you feel peaceful even at your most stressed moments.

Being a passenger in a car with music playing though that doesn’t really happen when I’m stressed. I wouldn’t say peaceful because when I’m not good at that when I’m stressed and most of the time when I’m stressed I have too much stress inside of me so I would rather get it out than be peaceful. So I just put earbuds in and listen to music too loudly so I don’t have to hear anything around me and I can just sort of release all pent up energy with the music and calm down.

13. What do you, did you, or would you study at college?

I’m studying film! I’m technically undeclared but I’m hoping to declare soon. :-). Yes I’m going to be unemployed and leech off of dee for the rest of our lives thanks for asking.

14. This is kind of a weird one, but which outfit of yours makes you feel most like yourself?

Um. Definitely sneakers (by default my white ones because I only have one pair) because I like being able to Move. Same reason for my black pants bc they’re not restricting at all and comfy. And then probably my gray sweatshirt which dee will murder me for saying bc it means I have zero (0) colors in my outfit but it comfy. I like having colors but I feel more comfortable in more neutral colors.

15. What is a quote you live by?

Oof oof I don’t know. I think there are a lot of quotes I want to live by and then I forget about them so if I am living by a specific quote, it’s not consciously. I reblog a lot I like to my words tag or text tag, and this one:

“‘Do you fall in love often?’ Yes often. With a view, with a book, with a dog, a cat, with numbers, with friends, with complete strangers, with nothing at all.” (Jeanette Winterson)

explains me very well. I don’t know that it’s something I live by because it’s just a state of my existence but it me.

16. Name the funniest playlist name you have.

I wish I had funnier playlist names. One of them is living room couch alone for a very specific mood when it's after 10 o'clock and everyone else is asleep and I'm in the living room alone on the couch and I'm not tired and time doesn't feel real. It's a good mood. I also have one called new york times which isn't funny I just like it.

17. Make a reference to an inside joke you have with someone you love with zero context.

“you know why we do this?" *snap with one hand* "because we can’t always get our arms free to do this” *dramatic arching snap with both hands*

But that one’s not with dee ( @mrrmiracle ) so give me one sec to think of something else too. Ok here we go:

"that Andrew Garfield movie"

18. What is a message you would give your younger self if given the chance?

Stop overthinking and start doing. You can’t sit at home sad your friends aren’t hanging out with you if you never ask them to hang out. Initiate things. Its not as scary as it seems. Also for the love of all things holy please form good habits now. Form all the good habits I have none and I’m tired.

19. Who is your favorite family member? (If you have no good blood family members, feel free to mention someone in your found family)

um my cats :// im just kidding it’s @mrrmiracle obviously.

20. What’s a secret dream of yours?

Um lol to not be alone. To be employed doing something I enjoy and make enough money to support myself. If I put lol will this sound less sad.

I’m tagging @mrrmiracle, @grayson-dick @valleydean and @daredeviil and if anyone else wants to do it just say i tagged you and i’ll edit it to include you 👀. i just get anxious tagging people bc i don’t want to annoy people and i never know who wants to be tagged or not.

#thanks for tagging me!!#ilu nina #tag game #you dont have to do it if i tag you obviously i just didn't know who to tag #uhh lemme know if you do or dont like being tagged and i'll continue or stop tagging you #not fandom

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somebody to love | rogerxreader

summary: roger fucking taylor. the boy in your biology class. the boy you’ve had a crush on for years. the boy who doesn’t know you exist. has recognised your existence.

warnings: swearing, drinking, references to sex and stripping

word count: 4.0k

the first chapter of my upcoming fanfic! i’ve been working on this for a while, and it’s still not finished so i’m not sure how often i’ll update, but i’m planning on having a taglist for it so if people do like it, they can be alerted of when it comes out (if you want to be added, just pm me or send in a request!) i’m immensely proud of it and i think it’s some of my best writing - a lot of research went into it so i’m happy with the outcome so far and i hope you will be too. enjoy!! :)

There truly was no worse day than a Saturday.

I know, I know - but Saturday's are the best! There's no school, no work, you can sit around and chill all day, or go out clubbing with all your friends; maybe even pull a dude or two...

That may be the case for every single other person in the world, disincluding you. You see, your life is a little different to the usual person. Most people do spend their weekends sitting around, or going out with their friends, pulling girls and guys every night. You, on the other hand, spend it studying and working. You can safely say that taking a BSc in Biology at North East London Polytechnic was maybe the biggest mistake of your life yet. Don't get yourself wrong, you am good at it. In fact, you’re top of my class - you just struggle to balance all the studying with your job and family life.

Hence why you are sat at your dinner table, surrounded by a sea of glossy biology textbooks which contain much more information than your brain is willing to retain at this point. The words had began twisting in your eyes, no longer forming sentences but rather just squiggles on a page. Your pretty sure you have read the same page 3 times in the past hour, all information going through one ear and straight out the other. What the fuck was a bacteriophage? Or what about it being icosahedral or filamentous? And what was the difference between the lytic stage and the lysogenic stage? At this point, those weren't even words. Okay, so maybe you have been sitting here since 11 this morning, it now being 7 in the evening, but this was your standard Saturday. Having work every weekday in the evenings - 7:30pm until 3:00am - with your classes then starting as early as 9:00 on certain days, you didn't exactly have enough time to study on weekdays. Sleep was practically nonexistent for you by now, you were lucky to even get in 4 hours a night. Unfortunately for you, work also existed on Saturdays. You are probably thinking why don't you study on Sundays? Well, because Sundays were family days - you’d have to travel 3 hours to see your Ma and Pa, who would tell you how proud they were of you, doing a BSc in a subject that would get you far, and having a solid job that brought income for the whole family. Granted, they had absolutely no idea what your job actually was - and it isn't something they will ever know - but you don't really have a choice. You need to pay for your accommodation somehow, and contribute to the families bills after your father got fired from his job and went into severe debt. Therefore, it was a job you resorted to. In fact, you have work in 30 minutes, and here you are - trying to cram in a chapter's worth of course content for a test you had on Monday, surviving on nothing but coffee and energy bars.

You felt your arms begin to weaken under the weight of your head as you placed it into your palms, your eyes beginning to flutter shut as you gradually dozed off, the lack of sleep taking it's revenge. It wasn't until the loud, boisterous voice of your roommate interrupted the silence.

"Y/N, darling, have you seen my- Oh, love, what on earth is this disaster?" He cringed, sitting opposite you on the table, as you frantically sifted through the mound of worksheets for one in particular. "Look, darling, you need to sort this out. You look like you've been dragged through the bushes and back - you have work in 26 minutes and you are not even dressed!"

"Wow, thanks Freddie. Look, I don't really have a choice - if I don't have this topic nailed, I may just fail my exam, and then what? My life rides on this Fred, and I'm completely and utterly fucked if I fail." you wearily ranted, a yawn escaping your lips, which certainly didn't go unnoticed by Fred, as he placed a fresh mug of coffee in front of you - unbeknownst it was your fourth one tonight.

"Y/N, don't be so dramatic - there is only room in this flat for one hysterical queen, and I'm afraid I took that role many years ago. There is absolutely no way that you, Y/N M/N L/N, could ever fail a biology exam - you are the top of your class, and as much as you deny it, you know this content like the back of your hand. Look, I'll prove it - what is a bacteriophage, and what are the three possible shapes?"

"It's a virus which can infect and kill bacteria - the capsid of a bacteriophage can be icosahedral, filamentous, or head-tail in shape." The words simply rolled off your tongue, as you kept my focus on the textbook in front of you.

"Told you so, bet you were questioning in your head just 5 minutes ago what the fuck a bacteriophage is, and all that other shit you just said. I know you like the back of my hand, darling - you underestimate yourself far too much. Now put the fucking books away and get ready for work!" He nagged, taking a long sip of the glass of champagne he had acquired out of nowhere - typical Freddie. You didn't even respond, just simply rolled your eyes before rising to your feet to head upstairs. Freddie knew how much you hated your job, it was not exactly one praised by society. You’re what people would call an exotic dancer - or more commonly known as a stripper. It wasn't an occupation you asked for, it was rather one that was simply opened at a rather opportune moment for you. You can safely say yoinwill be taking the chance to quit as soon as you get your degree and can move on, but you’re stuck with it for the time being. You hate it on multiple levels - the feeling of having multiple older men's gaze set on your body, as if you were some kind of object, their minds wandering to all the things they could do to you if given the chance - it wasn't exactly a nice feeling. It is truly disgusting the amount of times you have been called a whore, slut, slag, floozie, tart, or prostitute - the list is ultimately endless at this point. What is even funnier is that it tends to be these same people who then turn up to your showings later on in the evening, indulging in your performance like every other male in the club. To make it worse, people often tell you you’re lucky to have guy's attention all the time - as if you should be proud of the fact that you have a body and face admirable by men. You always thought that was complete and utter bullshit - why the fuck should a guys validation make youbody and face suddenly attractive? Thankfully, most of the men who came to the club tended to be a little older than yourself - meaning there was never any guys from the university, or even better your class, who would come by. The only person who actually knows your truth is Freddie - who even though he did disapprove of it, would always try to cheer you up and make you feel more confident about it. You see, Freddie is extremely overprotective of you, he treats you like his little sister - he always wants you out of harm's way, always makes sure you were eating and getting at least 5 hours of sleep each night, always lends you money in your most desperate times of need, and opened his home to you the night you met him. It's funny actually - you remember that night so extremely vividly. He had come along to one of your performances, and ended up bumping into you backstage - you engaged in a conversation which lasted nearly the whole night, and before you knew it, it was 2am. He asked to walk you home, to which you simply had to reply with the fact you didn't have one and you were just planning on crashing on the couch in your dressing room. Of course, Freddie being Freddie invited you back to stay with him - any other person would be immediately cautious of the request, but at this point you had nothing to lose. And here you are, a month later and you were now living with him. He was basically the best roommate you could ask for.

The club is like a second home, or house - you wouldn't consider it very homely. Although the case was rare, if there was ever a point you couldn't stay at Freddie's, they allow you to sleep on the couch in the dressing room. Thankfully, your colleagues and the manager are all extremely nice people, it is more the visitors who get on your nerves and made you sick to the stomach. Basically a majority of the other girls you work with are in the same position than you; they are either college students just trying to pay off debt, or teenage mothers whose boyfriends left them after finding out they were pregnant who were trying to finance their child - everyone had their own individual story but in a way, you were all similar. Like you said, it is a second home to you, so when you stepped inside for the 6th time this week, it felt no different. The strong smell of booze and drugs no longer hit you like a brick, but rather became a second nature to your brain. The booming music, blaring at top volume from speakers which were scattered in nearly every crevice of the room, had become the norm for your eardrums - which realistically is bad for your health, but you didn’t think that's the thing that'll kill you at this point. The masses of men crowded around tables no longer made your stomach churn, now it just became the same old same old. You weren’t actually on stage until 8:00 tonight, so you don't know why they had you in half an hour early - you had already finished your makeup and got dressed. You leant against the bar, downing the first of what would be many complimentary drinks you would receive over the night - as much as you hated the job, it did have it's benefits. Free booze was probably the best thing to come out of it, when men would buy you drinks in hopes of getting you in their bed - all of them being nearly twice your age, they were never successful, but it was fun to watch 'em try. They would often strike up a conversation with you, the topic of which was always him, meaning you’d stand there responding with simple nods and the occasional burst of laughter - your mind in a completely different world of its own, usually a world of worry and anxiety of failing your exams.

"So, where is it you work? I could definitely see you working in an office or as a lawyer, I can imagine you would look very professional in a pantsuit, or even on the front cover of Vogue, you certainly have the body" The man, who had now situated himself beside you, practically purred. Was he seriously asking where you worked? What an imbecile. The whole ordeal is making you sick to your stomach, earning an eye roll in an instant - though you thought you’d play along to see where exactly he was going to go with this.

"Well, you wouldn't be interested in my life..." you laughed lightly, slowly and seductively inching closer to him. "But... I'm interested in yours. Tell me, where is it you're from, I love your accent."

"Oh, well I'm sure that isn't true, but I was actually born and bred in Italy - I moved here a few years ago, but thankfully I never lost the accent; it's a great tool for getting the girls in bed - especially the incredibly tempting ones such as yourself." He purred down your ear, you felt his breath on your neck and yourblood suddenly ran cold, as he placed his hand against the curve of your spine. Tempting?

You laughed under your breath in utter disbelief, your blood began to boil - how can someone be so small minded and narcissistic, yet spend their weeks in a strip club. "So you think I'm tempting?"

"Obviously, I mean you're super sexy and you really turn me on." He winked, and you stared at him incredulously.

"Well, you wanna know what I find incredibly tempting about you?" - he didn't speak, just simply nodded as he took a large gulp, as if he was intimidated by you. You moved closer, so that your hand was now placed against his inner thigh, and raised to your tiptoes - "There's just a deep pit burning in me, it's almost irresistible - just the thought of it is alone is so extremely enticing. I just have this immense desire to..." you whisper seductively in his ear, right as you ram your knee between his legs, making him cry out in a yell of pain and fall to his knees. " Do that." you grinned, before grasping the drink from the counter and gradually pouring it onto his head, the alcohol seeping through the thin material of his shirt, surely leaving him in a satisfying discomfort for the rest of the night, as if the hit to the balls wasn't enough. "And that"

"What the fuck? You fucking bitch!" He screamed, his voice going higher than you ever thought a man's voice could go, probably a side effect of his now undoubtedly swollen and painful misters.

You didn't respond, simply sashaying away as you raised my middle finger in his direction. You must say, after months of working in this club, you have practically become immune to the disease you like to call men. They just don't turn you on anymore. Don't get yourself wrong, not all men are like that - for example, Freddie is undoubtedly one of the sweetest human beings to walk this earth - but it seems like the men you’re surrounded by are basically parasites. Probably just a side effect of working in the hornets' nest, all kinds of trouble was stirred up in this building, it pretty much became the second (less sexual) form of entertainment for the customers. And you guess it's just your luck, because now it's your calltime. Your favourite time of the night - not. You entered the door, sighing a little. Come on, Y/N, you got this girl, just a little while longer and you can be back in the comfort of your bed. You always have to give yourself a little pep talk as you walk towards the door of what was, in a way, the gateway into Hell. That's if hell was a strip bar full of cheap and sleazy, lest we forget to mention mostly married men. All staring at you like food on a silver platter. It is quite frankly, disgusting. The walkway this week had silky, white curtains that the dancers usually appear through; as if to give the 'illusion' of us being 'angels appearing through the veil of the heavens'. You called bullshit on that one, that's also partly the reason your outfit was made up of a satin white robe, covering your lacy white lingerie. They also recently decided that the dancers should dust themselves with gold glitter before going onstage - thinking it might make you seem a little more angelic. Of course it doesn't, but you couldn’t lie - you looked incredible; the insubstantial underwear hugs your body in all the right places, yet still leaving little to the imagination; and the shimmer of gold across your chest only accentuating it more as the bright lights radiates your skin; your long locks flowing down your back, swinging with every step you took as you saunter onto the stage. Sudden cheers and whistles erupted from the crowd, the oh so familiar sound permeating the room with energy and excitement. The noise only increased as you little by little slid the satin piece down your shoulders to reveal the straps of the two-piece underneath, letting it slide down your body completely and pool around your feet on the floor. Usually, you would feel comfortable on stage, the fact you were borderlining nudity wouldn't phase youbone bit; but something felt different tonight. You have the same audience, the same form of outfit, same routine - but something feels strange, out of place, and you can't quite decipher it. You brush it off, knowing it's probably just nerves, and continue with your set - swaying around the stage, showing off your assets from every angle; and that's where you saw him.

Hidden in the corner of the room, he sat in a dimly lit spot making him barely visible thanks to the broken light which had been smashed a few days ago in a drunken bar fight. Perching forward in a lounge chair, he continually lifted the lit cigarette that was resting between his middle and index fingers towards his rosy lips, taking long drags every few seconds. As his golden, scraggly-but-still-well-groomed locks were clinging to the sides of his face, you notice his steel blue gaze dancing over your body as he scans you up and down.

Roger Fucking Taylor.

The same Roger that was in your biology class. The same Roger that was constantly trying to one up you and be the top of the class (unsuccessful in his attempts of course). The same Roger that you had had a crush on since you the course. The same Roger that didn't even know you existed. He had never been partnered with you, never spoken to you, never even looked in your direction. When you first entered the course, you had heard all about Rogers, how do I put this nicely, reputation with the ladies - making youbinstantly cringe at the utter disrespect of some of the things he had apparently done with them. But after a few weeks, you couldn't help but be drawn to him - he has an undeniable charm that he probably doesn't even know he's using half of the time, he is incredibly intelligent, and it is indisputable that he is the human form of the Greek God, Adonis, himself. You hate yourself for feeling this way, you always attempt to push it down as you know it'll do you no good in the long run. Like I said, Roger is known for his wild adventures with the women; and you weren’t one to participate in the activities of said adventures. Having a job as a stripper, people expect me to be extremely confident and out there, a lively socialite who is the life of the party, always being the centre of attention. I am, in fact, the complete opposite. When I'm not at work, I'm exceedingly reserved and introverted - I have one friend, Freddie; I only ever contribute to class when asked a question, other than that I sat at the back taking my own notes; I spend any spare time I have at home watching tv or reading a book. Therefore, I know I have a 0.00001% chance of Roger even acknowledging my existence - which I am fine with. I accepted my defeat months ago. And now, he's sat here watching me dance around, practically naked.

After finishing my set, I pace off stage- praying to Jesus that Roger didn't recognise it was me. He barely even notices me in lessons - surely he doesn't know me. What if he does though? What if he goes around school telling all his friends that I'm a fucking stripper? I'd be well and truly fucked - and not in the good way. I have never left the club faster than I did tonight, throwing on my clothes and fleeing through the backstage exit. My head is pacing, as clouds of worry and thought occupy the space - how am I ever going to face Roger again? What if he tells people? What if he is disgusted by me? I can feel my hand shaking as I try to unlock the apartment door, in which I throw open and slam behind me.

"Home so early, darling?" I could hear Freddie's voice from the living room shouting through, before the loud pop of the champagne bottle in his hand - presumably his second tonight. I threw my bag to the side before storming into the room and slumping down next to Freddie on the couch, releasing a large sigh.

"Yeah, work wasn't great" I groaned, noticing Freddie gesturing for me to take the bottle in his hand, to which I took a big swig in response; making Freddie chuckle.

"When is your work ever great? What's wrong, love?" He raised from the couch to grab himself a glass, knowing I'm not giving up this wine bottle as easily as he hoped.

"As you know, a majority of the men we get at the club are at least twice my age. Well, you remember Roger Taylor right?" I mumbled, focusing my attention to Freddie's glass which he held out in front of me, pouring the liquid in slowly as to not spill it all over the both of us.

"From your class? The one you have an undeniable love for? Yeah, I know him. What did he do?"

"Well, he turned up. He was sat in the back of the room. What am I to do Fred? What if he tells people that my job is basically prostitution? My life will be ruined. Not only that, but now my crush has seen me borderline naked, and prancing around the stage like some kind of... well, stripper" I cringed at the thought, it sounded a little stupid. Surely, I'd want my crush to see how good looking I can be? Not one bit.

"Oh god, what on earth was he doing there? Sounds like you have a bit of blackmailing yourself - Roger Taylor in a strip club-"

"Is exactly where I'd expect to find him if I'm being honest Fred - you know what he's like. I'd be surprised if it wasn't a place he visited everyday" I chimed in, I'm not lying. He is exactly the type of cocky, arrogant little shit who would find bliss in a strip club.

"Look, everything will be fine - you have two options, darling. You can either avoid him for the rest of your life, hoping he doesn't share the secret and ultimately ruin your life forever. Or you can fucking own it, and strut into school tomorrow like you are the shit and give Roger a piece of your mind - it's up to you, but I'm rooting for the second" Fred explained, trying reason with the one person he would never be able to reason with. I am quite stubborn when I want to be, and now is one of those occasions. "Now get to sleep, if you are home this early you should take advantage of it. Oh, do you have the money for rent?"

"Shit. Fuck. Fred I'm so sorry - I left in such a rush that I forgot to pick it up. I'll pay you Monday? I'm so sorry" I frettered, eyes widening at the realisation I not only couldn't pay Freddie, but I also can't pay my parents when I go down tomorrow.

"Darling, it's fine - I'll give you this week free of charge. You deserve it with all your hard work!"

Mouthing a small 'thank you', I smiled and nodded before slumping upstairs to my bedroom. As I reached my bed, I noticed all my biology books, which were previously scattered across the living room table, all stacked in the order of importance for the exam on Monday. I grinned to myself at Freddie's attempt of helping me study, although I know he only did it because he hates when I leave my books around the apartment. I can barely sleep, my eyes are refusing to close and my mind wanders back to Roger with every attempt of rest. I can't help but agonise over the situation; knowing something was going to go wrong and my life was going to be ruined.

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Pizza My Heart

Summary: Camila can’t remember exactly when her obsession with pizza began. However, she can remember when her obsession with the pizza delivery girl began.

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Pizza My Heart

Camila can’t remember exactly when her obsession with pizza began. It’s been going on for too long.

Delicious melted cheese, soft yet crispy dough… Camila doesn’t understand why anyone wouldn't be obsessed. Plus, they’re so customisable! No matter what mood she’s in, there is always a pizza topping that fits the situation perfectly.

As far as Camila is concerned, pizza is the best thing ever created (well, along with bananas), and her love for it began years ago.

So, no, she can’t remember the exact moment that her obsession with pizza began, but she can remember when her obsession with the pizza delivery girl began.

It was four months ago.

Camila and Ally had just moved into a new apartment together, leaving their old one after Normani and Dinah decided - since they’d been dating for a while - that they wanted to find a place of their own.

It had taken a little while to get used to the others not being around. After all, the four of them had previously lived together for two years (and life was a lot quieter without Dinah around 24/7).

The two of them had been living in their new place for a few weeks when Ally went to visit Troy, leaving Camila alone for the weekend.

Ally had only been gone for around three hours, but Camila was bored out of her mind.

She’d already watched Tangled, scrolled through tumblr, and counted the number of drips per minute that were released from the leaky kitchen tap. As she lay on the couch, deliberating what to do next, her stomach growled. Camila knew better than to fool herself into thinking she was going to bother cooking dinner for one. Therefore, she grabbed her phone and did what she did best: ordered pizza.

Since moving, they hadn’t tried many of the local pizza places, so Camila picked the first one on the list - a place called Speedy’s - and figured that over time they’d try a few to discover which was the best.

As soon as she hung up, she dreamt of her pizza’s arrival. There were lots of things she was expecting from this delivery. (For instance, a delicious carb overload.)

However, when she opened the door 30 minutes later, she wasn't expecting the captivating pair of green eyes that met her, and she really wasn’t expecting for those eyes to belong to the most beautiful person she’d ever seen in her life.

It took her more than a few seconds to realise the stranger was speaking, looking slightly confused since the pizza was still unclaimed and in her hand, “Pepperoni pizza for Camila? Have I got the right place?”

It occurred to Camila that her name had never sounded so good before, and she sort of wished she could play that sentence on loop forever. Camila found herself nodding slowly, her mind in a complete daze as the melodic sound of the stranger’s voice filled her ears. A slight pang of disappointment ran through her when she realised the girl had stopped speaking.

She had no idea why her brain decided her next move was a good idea (she assumed it was temporarily dumbstruck by the ridiculously attractive human being in front of her), but the word left her mouth before she could stop it, “Pupperoni.”

An eyebrow raised in confusion, the delivery girl paused before responding, “Excuse me?”

Oh my god. What the hell am I doing?!

Camila smiled nervously, wondering how the hell she could come out of this without looking like a complete idiot. She decided it was probably impossible, but the silence had already extended for far too long. “Erm… I meant, what sort of pizza is a dog’s favourite? But, well, I sort of said the answer already. Pupperoni. I am so sorry. It’s been a long day and – ”

Her rambling was cut short by the sound of laughter, and, right then and there, Camila decided that was the best thing she’d ever heard. She looked up and was surprised to see the woman’s head was thrown back, the laughter erupting from her entirely genuine.

Camila felt her nerves start to fade, and a grin spread across her face, “It would have been funnier if I hadn’t messed it up.”

“I still liked it,” she said, smiling widely, small giggles still escaping from her lips. “That seriously just made my day ten times better.”

“Well, I’m glad,” Camila took the pizza box as it was held out towards her, taking a deep breath as she became more confident. “Next time, I’ll see if I can actually get the joke in the right order.”

Smirking, the woman began to walk away, looking over her shoulder as she replied, “I’m looking forward to it, Camila.”

Before the stranger had even started up the ignition of her motorbike, Camila knew she was a goner.

That was why, precisely one week later, Camila found herself ordering yet another pizza from the exact same place.

“I’m cooking lasagne tonight, Mila. You sure you don’t just want some of that?” Ally asked, slightly confused as to why her friend seemed so insistent that she had to order pizza. She was used to Camila’s crazy moods, and insane love for cheesy deliciousness, but usually - if they were both around - they had dinner together.

Trying her best to sound casual, Camila nodded, “I just really want pizza, Ally, but thanks!”

With a shrug of her shoulders, Ally seemingly accepted Camila’s decision and went back to the kitchen to check on her food, “Well, mine will be ready in about an hour. Maybe you could order your pizza for then and we can eat together?”

Camila bit her lip nervously and began to pace around the room, knowing that whilst Ally could hear her in the kitchen, she couldn’t see her. She had no idea what to do. Now that Ally had suggested she delay ordering her pizza, would it look rude to refuse?

There was a specific reason why Camila felt the need to place her order at precisely 7:15pm, but, if she admitted that to Ally, then she’d start thinking about everything too much. Right now, she was quite content with living in denial and pretending her crush on the pizza delivery girl was no big deal (even if she was ordering her pizza at the exact time she ordered it a week ago just in case she was working again).

She was somewhat surprised when she managed to convince Ally that she was ridiculously hungry, and, therefore, had to place her order right then and there. Besides, they’d agreed to sit and watch a movie together for the evening, so - in the grand scheme of things - eating at different times didn’t really matter.

When the doorbell rang, Camila got up far too quickly. She then proceeded to pause by the door for a few seconds so that it didn’t look like she’d been sat there waiting far too eagerly for the doorbell to ring. Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, she opened the door, hoping to find those green eyes looking back at her.

“Hey again, Camila,” the familiar voice filled the air between them and Camila felt her stomach swirl as she stared at the woman in front of her. Although Camila had hoped that she would be working again, she’d tried to prepare herself for disappointment just in case.

“Well, hey there…” Camila smiled as she let her sentence trail off, hoping her deliberate pause would be interpreted correctly.

“Oh, I’m Lauren. So, I’ve got a margherita pizza for you this time,” Lauren said, grinning back, “but I’m afraid you still owe me.”

Eyebrows furrowed in confusion, Camila thought for a moment before responding, “I’m sure I paid online.”

“Oh, you did,” Lauren leaned against the doorframe casually, “but, if I remember correctly, you owe me a joke.”

Camila couldn’t stop her stomach from doing some sort of crazy dance inside her. Surely, Lauren delivered pizzas to a lot of people, yet she had remembered their conversation. “Of course. How could I forget?”

“Maybe, if you get your joke the right way around this time, I’ll make sure they put extra toppings on your pizza next time.”

Lauren’s words caused Camila’s heart to hammer frantically inside her chest. Next time? Camila tried to remain calm. After all, she had to survive this encounter first before she could even begin to contemplate the possibility of seeing Lauren again.

“Well, now you’ve added some serious pressure. But I think I can manage it.” Camila knew her words contained far more confidence than she actually felt. Nevertheless, she continued, “How does a pizza say hello?”

Camila couldn’t help but notice how adorable Lauren looked while she concentrated, one eyebrow raised while she thought carefully about the potential answer to the joke. After a few seconds, she gave up, shaking her head, “I don’t know.”

Grinning, Camila prepared to deliver the punchline, “ Slice to meet you!”

Right on cue, Lauren let out a loud laugh and handed over the pizza box. It took a few seconds before she was able to speak, “I really liked that one! I still think ‘pupperoni’ might be my favourite though. Well, here’s your pizza, and next time I will totally get you extra toppings as promised. See you later, Camila.”

The door closed, yet the smile didn’t leave Camila’s face. She sighed gently before turning back round, putting her pizza box on the coffee table and returning to her original seat. Camila realised she’d made a mistake as soon as she saw the look on Ally’s face.

“So, I’m going to guess that there was a specific reason why you wanted to order pizza tonight,” Ally’s eyebrow was raised, a playful grin tugging at the corners of her lips as she spoke.

“What? Don’t be ridiculous…” Camila muttered, opening the box and grabbing a slice of pizza.

Ally laughed gently, “You’re about as subtle as a sledgehammer, Mila.”

—

For the next two months, Camila’s Saturday evenings followed a strict pattern, and she had it down to a tee.

Step 1: At precisely 7:15pm, she would order pizza.

Step 2: About half an hour later, Lauren would arrive and Camila would proceed to tell her yet another pizza-related joke.

Step 3: Lauren would laugh far too loudly before saying goodbye.

Step 4: Camila would spend the rest of the week looking forward to doing it all over again.

Dinah and Normani had come over for a catch up, and, while Dinah filled them all in on the latest gossip from her workplace, Camila was trying to figure out how she was going to place her order for the eleventh consecutive week. She figured it would be pretty easy. After all, they usually ordered takeout when they got together. All she had to do was steer the conversation in the direction of pizza, and the rest would fall naturally into place.

Or so she thought.

“Ooh can we order pizza?” Dinah asked excitedly as she collapsed onto the couch. “I haven’t had pizza for ages.”

Ally nudged Camila gently, “You’ve had a lot of pizza recently, haven’t you?”

“Oh, we can get something else then,” Dinah offered, although her words were filled with disappointment.

After glancing at the clock, Camila shot a quick glare at Ally before looking over at Dinah, relieved that it was going to be simpler than she thought to continue her new weekly routine, “No, I am so down for pizza. You know me, I love it. We could order now if you guys want?”

“Hell yes!” Dinah pulled her phone out of her pocket and began furiously typing. “There’s this new place that’s just opened. I’ll find the website. It’s meant to be real good.”

Panic began to course through Camila. She hadn’t told Normani or Dinah anything about Lauren. Not that she was sure there was anything to tell except that she had a ridiculously large crush on her. Regardless, ordering from a new pizza place was not something she wanted to do.

How was she going to fix this? It was a Saturday evening, and, just like the past ten Saturdays, Camila had been intending to order pizza from her new favourite place. An unwanted thought entered her mind, causing an uncomfortable knot to form in her stomach.

If she didn’t place her order, would Lauren even notice? Maybe it was all in her head, but she couldn’t help but notice that - with every week that passed - their encounters had lengthened. What had started as just an exchange of a bad joke for a pizza, had turned into more. Or at least Camila secretly hoped it had.

After all, the last time she’d seen Lauren they’d ended up talking for almost twenty minutes. Their conversation had inevitably ended when Lauren’s phone rang and her boss’ shrill voice had boomed out of the speaker.

Camila had learnt that Lauren was studying at the same college as her (although unfortunately wasn’t in any of her classes), had a younger brother and sister, owned a puppy named Leo, and that they shared a love for The 1975.

Camila knew that her crush had intensified over the past couple of months. She was in too deep, falling helplessly for Lauren, but she had no idea how to stop herself from hitting the ground. Did Lauren think about her in that way at all, or was she just another customer?

During Camila’s silence, Ally was the only one who spotted anything was wrong. The other two girls were too busy scrolling through Dinah’s phone and discussing what pizzas to get.

While Camila still tried to deny the extent of her feelings for the delivery girl that showed up every Saturday, Ally knew her friend all too well to buy any of it.

“You know, I’ve actually been wanting to try this other pizza place,” Ally said nonchalantly, easily finding the menu that was becoming a permanent fixture in the drawer of their coffee table. “We got this through the door, and some of the girls at work said it was really nice. Do you mind? We could try the other place on Tuesday when you come over for movie night?”

Camila didn’t even need to look at the menu properly to recognise it. That shade of blue was familiar enough. She was vaguely aware of Normani’s voice filling the air, but her words didn’t even register in Camila’s head. Dinah grabbed the menu and nodded, so Camila assumed they were happy to go along with the new plan. She looked at Ally, mouthing a silent 'thank you’ while her other friends became distracted discussing what to order.

The doorbell rang about 30 minutes later, and Camila heard Ally ask Dinah and Normani to help her get drinks from the kitchen. Camila made a mental note to thank Ally properly later, assuming her friend was giving her space so that she could interact with Lauren without an audience. Not to mention, it would be fairly obvious that they’d ordered from there before as soon as the conversation began.

“Well, hey again,” Lauren grinned as the door opened. “Fancy seeing you here.”

Camila’s heartbeat accelerated as soon as she locked eyes with Lauren, “Do you come here often?”

Lauren took up her usual position, leaning against the doorframe as she spoke, “You know, I do. Lately, I’ve been coming here every Saturday now that you mention it.”

“Really?” Camila asked, playing along. This sort of exchange had become quite normal between the two of them. “How come?”

“Well, you see, there’s this girl that lives here. I’m not sure if you know her. Anyway, she seems to have an obsession with pizza. She’s been ordering one every Saturday,” Lauren gestured to the pizza boxes in her left hand, “Although she’s really going all out this week. I’m sort of hoping all of these are for her because that would be pretty impressive.”

Camila couldn’t help but laugh, breaking their playful game of pretence, “Afraid not. My friends are here too.”

“You have friends? I’m shocked, Camz,” Lauren gasped in fake shock.

It took Camila a few moments to respond, her mind too distracted with how good that nickname sounded as it spilled from Lauren’s perfectly formed mouth. Her stomach twisted and turned as she found her eyes settling on Lauren’s lips. Almost immediately, she looked away, forcing her gaze upwards and hoping Lauren hadn’t noticed.

“Rude,” Camila attempted to glare but she knew it wasn’t believable in the slightest. “I guess you don’t want to hear my joke then.”

“Let’s not be hasty,” Lauren stood up straight and ran her hand through her hair. “Besides, your jokes are the best part of my Saturday. You wouldn’t want to ruin my day, would you?”

Camila heard noises behind her, and assumed her friends had re-entered the room. She softened her voice, wanting to keep their conversation as private as possible, “Way to guilt trip me, Lo. Fine. So, do you want to hear a joke about pizza?”

Confusion filled Lauren’s face, “Of course I do. It’s our thing.”

Camila’s breath hitched in her throat. Their thing? Could it be possible that maybe Lauren liked her, or was she reading far too much into her words?

She pushed the thought out of her mind and focused on the task at hand, “You know, forget it actually. It’s just too cheesy .”

For a second, Lauren’s eyebrows remained furrowed, but soon her puzzled expression was replaced with a wide grin and laughter tumbled from her lips. She tried to speak but gave up, almost choking on her words. While she tried to catch her breath, Camila decided to take advantage of the silence.

“Careful, Lauren. I know I’m hilarious, but don’t go dying on me,” Camila smirked as she took the pizzas from Lauren’s outstretched hand, placing the boxes down on the nearest surface.

Wiping a tear from her eye, Lauren regained control of her breathing, “I never knew you cared so much, Camz.”

“Don’t get carried away. I’m just saying, who would deliver my pizzas if you were dead?” Camila was aware that the voices behind her seemed to have dropped in volume, and - while she was sure her friends were attempting to eavesdrop - all she really cared about was talking to Lauren for as long as possible.

“You know, this might come as a shock to you, but there are other people that deliver pizzas,” Lauren countered, resuming her usual position and leaning against the doorframe. “I mean, that’s what I hear anyway.”

“I’d miss you though.”

The words left Camila’s mouth before she could really think about them. As soon as she did, her entire body tensed up and panic coursed through her. She could feel warmth flood over her face, and she knew her cheeks had probably turned a not-so-subtle shade of pink.

She cleared her throat, trying to come up with a desperate attempt to save herself from total embarrassment, “Because I’m sure nobody else would laugh at my terrible jokes.”

Camila didn’t miss the fact that it took Lauren a few seconds to start to formulate a response. She also didn’t miss the way that Lauren’s eyes widened at her words, or the soft smile that tugged at the corner of her lips.

A thought began to form in her mind, and - although she told herself to just dismiss it - it lingered, causing Camila’s heart to begin to beat so furiously she was sure her neighbours would file a noise complaint.

Lauren’s tongue slowly moved across her lips as she prepared to speak. However, just as her mouth opened, a shrill ringtone cut through the air. Camila noticed Lauren hesitate before answering the call (which Camila quickly realised was from her boss). While Lauren spoke, Camila couldn’t help but wonder if she was totally misreading the signs, or if it was actually possible that Lauren liked her.

With a heavy sigh, Lauren hung up the phone, “I have to go. Apparently this delivery has taken too long.”

“Shit. Did I get you into trouble? I’m so sorry, Lauren,” Camila’s fingers began to play with the hem of her top and her gaze lowered.

“Hey,” Lauren’s hand was suddenly on top of her own, stopping her nervous movements. Looking up, Camila was met with a soft smile that she couldn’t help but return. A pang of disappointment settled in her stomach as Lauren’s hand left hers all too quickly, “I promise I’m not in trouble, Camz. Although - even if I was - you’d totally be worth it. I’ll see you next week, right?”

“Of course,” Camila couldn’t stop her smile from growing, and she knew she was already looking forward to their next encounter.

Running a hand through her hair, Lauren grinned and walked towards her motorbike. As she grabbed her helmet, she looked back at the doorway, eyes fixed on Camila, “Oh, and, for the record, I’d miss you too.”

Within seconds, the engine roared to life and Camila watched, feeling completely dumbstruck, as Lauren’s bike disappeared into the distance.

It was Dinah’s voice that eventually snapped her out of her trance, “So, Walz, got something you need to tell us?”

Camila grabbed the pizza boxes and took the few short steps necessary to rejoin her friends, sitting down next to Ally, “I don’t know what you mean.”

Normani raised her eyebrow, “Mila, we are not dumb. Spill it.”

With a sigh, Camila grabbed a piece of pizza and took a large bite in an attempt to give herself more time to figure out what to say. She decided there was no point hiding the truth, so she prepared to tell her friends all about Lauren, “A couple of months ago, I ordered a pizza and Lauren delivered it. I guess you could say that, since then, I’ve sort of ordered pizza a few more times just so that I could see her again.”

“By that, she means she’s ordered pizza every single Saturday since,” Ally added, grabbing her own slice. “They’re completely adorable.”

“We are not! Oh my god, Ally,” Camila exclaimed, her pitch going higher than she’d anticipated. “We just talk. I don’t even know if she likes me like that.”

“She is so into you,” Normani scoffed, “and I only heard a few sentences of that conversation.”

“Agreed,” Ally nodded. “I’ve been saying this for weeks.”

Shaking her head, Camila prepared to give the same response she’d given Ally at least ten times. As far as she was concerned, getting her hopes up could be dangerous, “Look, she’s just delivering the pizza I order. Yes, we talk a bit when she’s here, but that’s all it is.”

“But you totally want to jump her bones,” Dinah smirked as she spoke. She opened another pizza box then shrugged, “Can’t blame you. She’s hot.”

Clearing her throat, Normani shot a glare at her girlfriend, “Watch it.”

“You know I don’t want anyone but you, Mani. I’m just pointing out that she’s hot,” Dinah leaned into her girlfriend, placing a gentle kiss on her lips, “But you’re hotter.”

“That’s better,” Normani replied. “Anyway, back to the point, she definitely likes you, Mila. Why else would she have laughed at that terrible joke?”

Camila’s mouth opened in shock, “Rude! That was an excellent pizza-related joke.”

“You guys have no idea,” Ally quickly cut in. “Compared to some of the other ones she’s told, that one was actually passable.”

“My jokes are amazing!” Camila insisted, a hint of hurt in her eyes. “Ally, I can’t believe you.”

A soft smile spread across Ally’s face, “Camila, I love you but… Honey, some of them were awful. That dough one was probably the worst.”

As Camila gasped in shock, Dinah seized the opportunity to jump in, “Norminah can judge if it’s good or bad. Tell us it.”

“Fine. Prepare to be wrong, Allyson,” Camila turned to face Dinah and Normani, suppressing a grin as she thought about the punchline, “What do you call a person that doesn’t like pizza?”

“Seriously, prepare yourselves for disappointment,” Ally warned, shaking her head and sighing.

Camila glared at Ally before finishing off her joke, “A weir-dough !”

A giggle escaped Camila’s lips, and she waited for more laughter to join hers. It never came.

“Never tell that joke again. Seriously,” Dinah exhaled sharply, “That was fucking terrible.”

“Which backs up what we’re saying,” Normani stated, “Lauren likes you. There is no other reason why she’d laugh at that joke, Mila.”

Camila continued to glare at her friends (who all clearly had terrible taste in jokes). Ally nudged her lightly in an attempt to break her resolve, “Come on, Camila. Isn’t it a good thing if she likes you?”

Unable to stop a shy smile from forming, Camila looked down, hoping to hide it, “Well, yeah.”

“So, what’s the problem?” Ally knew that the time for teasing her friend was over.

Shrugging her shoulders, Camila sighed, “I… I just don’t want to get my hopes up.”

“Seriously, that girl likes you,” Normani reached for another slice of pizza. “Don’t overthink this. You’re enjoying talking to her, right? So, just carry on doing that. See where it goes.”

“Basically, keep ordering pizza,” Dinah stuck her tongue out, “Shouldn’t be too difficult for you.”

So, Camila did just that.

—

For another three weeks, she did what she did best and ate pizza every Saturday evening. Without fail, Lauren would show up at her apartment, they’d talk for far too long and Lauren would leave in a hurry, making a mad dash back to work so that she didn’t get in trouble.

Camila was ready to order pizza from Speedy’s for the 15th time, placing an order for a margherita. Just as it did every week, her stomach started to twist and turn in anticipation. Seeing Lauren was the highlight of her week. However, when the doorbell rang, Camila opened to door to an unfamiliar sight. To be precise, that sight was a guy.

A guy who was definitely not Lauren.

Confusion flooded through her. This had never happened before. For 14 weeks, she had ordered pizza, and Lauren had appeared on her doorstep. But now, out of nowhere, a guy was stood looking at her, pizza box in hand.

“Hey, erm, I’ve got a pizza with sausage for Camila,” he said, pronouncing her name so badly that she failed to stop a grimace from forming.

After getting over his terrible pronunciation, his words sunk in and she couldn’t help but sigh. Not only was Lauren nowhere to be seen, but they’d also delivered the wrong pizza.

Camila couldn’t even be bothered to raise the issue with the stranger in front of her. Besides, she cared far more about where Lauren was than what topping was on her pizza (which, Camila realised, was definitely a sign that she was in way too deep).

“Oh, and I was told to tell you something. Hang on,” he reached into his pocket and grabbed his phone. He tapped a few times before finding what he was looking for. Coughing lightly, he cleared his throat before speaking, “What did the pizza say when it asked the topping out on a date?”

If Camila hadn’t been confused before, she sure as hell was now. Why was a random delivery guy telling her a joke? As if it didn’t hurt enough that Lauren wasn’t there, now she had to listen to a pizza joke when that was - as Lauren had once put it - their thing.

Realisation began to dawn on her as she recalled his words: I was told to tell you something.

No. It couldn’t be… Could it? Thoughts whirred around her brain so fast she almost felt dizzy. Could this whole thing be linked to Lauren? But, even if it was, Camila still couldn’t make sense of it all. What was the point of her passing on a message rather than just saying it in person? Possible explanations rushed through her mind.

Maybe Lauren couldn’t work today so had left a message instead? But why a joke? After all, Camila was always the one to tell the jokes. If Lauren had left a message, did that mean something? Did Lauren look forward to their weekly conversations as much as Camila did?

She blinked furiously, unable to stop her mind from racing ahead of her. It was all too overwhelming. It was at that moment that she realised she couldn’t even remember what the first part of the joke had been. Just as she was debating whether to ask him to repeat it, the sound of a soft cough reminded her that she still hadn’t said anything, and that the guy in front of her was now looking rather awkward.

“Hey, so, I’m sorry to be rude but I can’t be here long, and I really have to make sure you get the whole message. She was very clear about that when she gave me it,” he said.

She.

Maybe the message was from Lauren after all.

Heart pounding, Camila cleared her throat and smiled softly, “I’m really sorry. Can you repeat that first part again?”

The guy nodded, “What did the pizza say when it asked the topping out on a date?”

This time, the word 'date’ seemed to echo inside Camila’s head. Her eyes widened and pulse quickened as she tried to tell herself that it was just a joke. That word was just coincidental. It had to be.

“I don’t know, what did the pizza say?” Camila was surprised when her sentence came out intact. She had been positive - due to the current state of her thoughts - it would be a jumbled mess.

Rolling his eyes lightly, but with a slight smile, he completed the joke, “I never SAUsage a beautiful face.”

Camila couldn’t help but laugh. The delivery guy held out the pizza box, a relieved look on his face since his job was now done. She took it and went back inside, leaving him to go back to work.

As she sat down, she suddenly wondered if perhaps her incorrect order hadn’t been an accident. Surely, it couldn’t just be a coincidence that her unwanted topping happened to link directly to the joke?

She had so many questions, and she had no idea how to answer any of them.

As she opened the pizza box, her eyes were drawn to something inside the lid. There was a long message. Letters curved beautifully, the black ink a stark contrast to the pale brown of the box. As Camila read the words, pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place.

“Camz, Hopefully, Alex didn’t mess up the joke I gave him. I’m also hoping that you got the hint because otherwise this might be a bit embarrassing. I really like you, so, just like the pizza asked the topping out on a date, I’d really like to ask you out too. In fact, I’d sort of like to ask you to join me on a date right now. I’ll be waiting outside the Italian place near the fountain. It’s called La Perla. I really hope I’ll see you soon. Lauren P.S. The pizza here is way better than Speedy’s so, even if you don’t like me, you should totally come and get some pizza anyway.”

After reading Lauren’s note for the third time, the words finally sunk in and Camila stood up, a mixture of disbelief and panic coursing through her veins. Lauren had asked her out on a date. An actual date.

Looking down, Camila caught sight of her outfit and ran to her room. Clothes began to be thrown around the room as she searched frantically for something that was good enough to wear on a first date with the girl of her dreams.

She looked at the clock and realised she needed to hurry. What if Lauren got fed up of waiting for her to arrive or thought she wasn’t coming?

Still pulling on her favourite pair of white jeans, she hopped towards the front door, grabbing her purse on the way and praying she wasn’t too late.

Luckily, Lauren’s chosen destination was only a few minutes walk away, and - before she knew it - Camila could see the fountain in the distance, soft lights radiating through the water and illuminating the darkening surroundings.

As she got closer, she looked around in desperation. Where was Lauren? Was she still there? Then, green eyes met hers, and her heart felt like it had jumped so high it was in hyperdrive, racing through the stars above them at lightspeed.

Lauren stepped towards her, and Camila was faced with the most beautiful smile she’d ever seen. Evidently nervous, Lauren ran a hand through her hair and spoke softly, “Hey.”

Now that they were closer, Camila felt her own nerves begin to build, “Hey to you too.”

“I’m really glad you’re here,” Lauren was now just centimetres away, and it occurred to Camila that this was the first time they’d been in such close proximity. Normally a pizza box was in the way, or Lauren was leaning casually against her doorframe.

“I’m really glad you asked me to be here.” As Camila’s words hung in the air, for a few seconds, silence surrounded them (although it wasn’t uncomfortable in the slightest).

“So, you hungry? I’m hoping you didn’t actually eat that pizza because, seriously, the food here is to die for,” Lauren grinned, walking towards the restaurant.

“I’m starving!” Camila felt warmth begin to spread through her cheeks as Lauren held open the door, asking for a table for two.

“By the way, I know I should have said this earlier, but, oh my god, you look good,” Lauren shook her head, stumbling over her words a few times before continuing, “I mean, good doesn’t even begin to do you justice. You’re so incredibly beautiful.”

The warmth that Camila had felt earlier almost seemed to turn into an inferno, and she knew that her cheeks were probably now a vibrant shade of red, “I could say the same. I mean, have you seen you?”

“Once or twice,” Lauren joked as they sat down at their table.

Camila was all too aware that, previously, the longest conversation they’d had was just short of half an hour. However, as the night progressed, she realised that talking to Lauren was so easy that everything seemed to fall into place by itself. The evening almost seemed to pass in a blur and neither of them noticed that they were now the only people left in the restaurant, their plates long since cleared.

Camila picked up her glass, finishing off the remains of her drink. As she did so, she looked around, wondering if she would be able to catch the waiter’s eye and order another one. It was then that she realised there were no other customers.

At the same time, Lauren seemed to have noticed too. She tapped her phone, her eyes widening as she saw the time, “I had no idea it was so late. Can I walk you home? I don’t really want to say goodbye yet.”

Camila felt her stomach do some sort of somersault, and she nodded, “I’d really like that.”

Shivering slightly as the cold air spun around her, Camila pulled on her jacket. As they began walking, Camila felt fingers intertwine with her own, and the swirling sensation in her stomach intensified. She glanced to her right, catching Lauren’s gaze briefly before both girls looked away again, smiles mirrored as they turned the corner.

“You know,” Camila ran her thumb across Lauren’s, making small patterns against her skin, “I am so glad I picked the first place on the list when I ordered pizza all those months ago.”

“So am I,” Lauren looked across at Camila before admitting, “I’m also really glad you actually showed up. Not gonna lie, I was sort of terrified.”

“Of course I showed up, Lauren.”

Revelling in the way Lauren’s hand seemed to fit so perfectly in hers, Camila let out a soft sigh and decided to say the words that had been on her mind for nearly four months, “I like you so much. I’ve been crazy about you since you showed up at my door that very first time.”

“I knew I liked you as soon as you said the word 'pupperoni’. Even if you did mess that joke up,” Lauren smirked, recalling the night they met. “Honestly, Camz, I think I liked you even more because you messed it up. It was adorable.”

“Good to know you think it’s cute when I mess up. I feel like I do that a lot, so you might have to get used to it,” Camila hoped her words hadn’t been too pre-emptive. After all, their date seemed to going really well. Surely, it wasn’t just wishful thinking to hope that Lauren might want to see her again?

“I’m more than alright with that.”

As Lauren spoke, Camila could feel disappointment building as they got closer to her apartment. Any negativity Camila felt soon dissipated when Lauren continued, her voice slightly shaky as she asked, “I don’t suppose you’d maybe let me take you out again sometime?”

Camila couldn’t quite believe all of this was actually happening. Despite feeling anything but calm, Camila did her best to control the relentless rhythm of her heart, praying that her words would exude more composure than she actually had, “I think I could definitely do that.”

It was only when Lauren’s pace began to slow down that Camila realised they were just a few steps away from her front door. As she turned to face Lauren, their hands became disconnected. Camila tried not to become too disheartened at the lack of contact between them, but she knew that - if the choice were hers - she would have lived in that moment forever.

It crossed her mind that she had no idea what was supposed to happen next.

Were they just going to say goodbye? Did she need to ask for Lauren’s number? Should she kiss her?

Hell, she wanted to kiss her.

Camila decided she’d had enough of questions. After all, there were no official rules about what should happen at the end of a date. Wasn’t it better to do what felt right? If she wanted to kiss Lauren, maybe she should just do it.

She took a step forward, closing the gap between them. Her gaze was diverted downward as Lauren’s tongue darted across her lips, gently sweeping across their surface. Camila couldn’t help but begin to wonder what they’d feel like pressed against her own. When she looked up, she saw Lauren’s eyes flicker upwards, and - as green met brown once more - it occurred to her that perhaps her desire to kiss the girl in front of her was mutual.

Without hesitation, she placed her hand on Lauren’s waist, pulling them closer together. Searching for any sign of uncertainty, Camila paused for a moment. The delay was minimal because, almost instantly, Lauren leaned forwards and moved her hand to the back of Camila’s neck. Lauren’s fingers slowly moved through her hair as she brought their bodies together.

Unable to control her actions, Camila bit her bottom lip as she felt Lauren’s skin pressing against her own. They were now so close there were mere millimetres separating them. Camila knew she couldn’t wait any longer.

As the space between them disappeared and their lips connected, Camila’s first thought was that all the love stories in the world couldn’t have prepared her for the intensity of emotions that began rushing through her as she kissed Lauren for the first time.

There wasn’t a single love song that could even begin to describe how perfectly they seemed to fit together. It was as though all their lives they’d been destined to be right there on that doorstep, lost in the moment and each other.

Almost as quickly as it had begun, it was over. As Lauren leaned her forehead against Camila’s, she let out a gentle sigh which made Camila’s stomach flip in delight. She wondered if the firework display that seemed to be going off inside her would ever end. She had a feeling it wouldn’t. At least, not if kissing Lauren was going to become a regular occurrence.

“You know, I don’t normally kiss on a first date, Camila,” Lauren said, her voice raspy and quiet, but more than loud enough due to their close proximity.

A soft giggle left Camila’s mouth, and she leaned forwards to press another gentle - but fleeting - kiss against Lauren’s lips before saying, “Well I’m glad you broke your rule.”

Although she didn’t really want to, Camila took a step back and quickly retrieved her keys from her bag. Turning around, she unlocked the door and opened it, pausing once she was stood in the threshold. When she turned back around, she was faced with a familiar sight.

Lauren was leaning against the doorframe, a warm smile on her face as she ran a hand casually through her hair. It was something she’d seen Lauren do countless times over the last four months, and it never failed to make Camila feel as though she was literally weak at the knees.

“Thanks again for tonight,” Lauren began as her hair fell effortlessly back into place, “While I’ve liked showing up here every Saturday and talking to you, maybe it would be easier if I gave you my number.”

Camila swiftly got her phone out and handed it over to Lauren, “You might have a point. Does this mean I don’t have to order pizza every week just to see you?”

Lauren’s fingers tapped against the screen for a few more seconds. When she was done, she held the phone out, and couldn’t help but smile as Camila’s fingers brushed hers as she retrieved it, “It does. Besides, delivering another pizza to you is not exactly what I had in mind for our second date.”

“You have something in mind?” Camila asked, unable to stop her smile from growing. She was sure that she was going to wake up in the morning with an ache in her cheeks (although that definitely wasn’t a bad thing).

Lauren nodded, “Yep. I guess you’ll have to wait and see what it is.”

“Well, I hope I don’t have to wait too long,”

“I promise you won’t. I don’t think I could stay away from you even if I wanted to,” Lauren’s gaze stayed fixed on Camila as she spoke, “and I really don’t want to.”

“That’s good to know,” Camila moved towards Lauren, bringing her hand up to Lauren’s cheek, “because I really don’t want you to either.”

Camila felt a rush once more as she leaned closer and kissed Lauren again. This time, their actions were more desperate, and, after a few short seconds, Lauren’s tongue brushed against Camila’s bottom lip, wordlessly asking for entry. Their tongues began battling for dominance. Camila pressed their bodies closer together, eliciting a soft moan from Lauren as she did so. All too soon, they pulled apart, both more than a little breathless.

Lauren leaned back against the doorframe, letting out a soft sigh, “Fuck. You know, you’re making it very difficult for me to say goodnight.”

“Then maybe you shouldn’t.” Camila’s voice came out lower than she’d expected, and she knew that - when she inevitably relayed the entire conversation to her friends - Dinah would give her a high five for that line.

Lauren’s eyes widened and she inhaled sharply, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath before responding, “You have no idea how much I want to stay, but, look, I’ve rushed into things before and it hasn’t ended well. So, please don’t take it the wrong way when I tell you I’m going to have to say goodnight. It’s just, you mean a lot to me, and I really want this to end well. You’re not upset are you, Camz?”

Camila noticed Lauren shuffling her feet against the hard concert beneath them, and she wrapped Lauren’s hand in her own, “How can I possibly be upset with you for saying that? This whole evening has been incredible. Besides, if I’m being honest, as soon as I said it I began panicking because my room is a total mess. Like, it genuinely looks like an explosion happened in there.”

Lauren threw her head back, laughing like a little kid. Once she regained her composure, she gave Camila’s hand a gentle, and hopefully reassuring, squeeze, “Tonight has been perfect. You’re perfect.”

“You’re not so bad yourself, Jauregui,” Camila said, poking her tongue out, “Now are you planning on saying goodnight before or after I freeze my ass off standing on this doorstep?”

“Damn. I’d better say goodbye quickly. That ass is too good to suffer like that,” Lauren grinned, and let go of Camila’s hand, “No, but, seriously, I really should go. I’ll see you soon though.”

“Definitely. Goodnight, Lauren,” Camila smiled softly as Lauren began to walk away, her emotions a bittersweet combination of excitement and disappointment.

Looking over her shoulder, Lauren bit her lip before speaking, “Goodnight, Camz.”

Before she had even reached her bedroom, Camila heard her phone vibrate. When she saw the notification on her screen, she couldn’t help but smile.

Lauren: I really did have an amazing time tonight. Thank you for ordering pizza every week for so long.

Camila felt her face flush; surely there was no harm in one last joke.

Camila: What can I say? You’ve got a pizza my heart.

#UPDATE #one shot #AU #slash #camren #humour #romance fluff #submission #Pizza My Heart

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A Soukoku Fic Rec List From the Authors Themselves!

Hey everyone! This is gonna be a long rec list, so buckle up! My Soukoku Server alongside Chuuya’s Harem have had an event this past week asking Soukoku writers to rec the fics they’re most proud of writing for skk. It can be hard to get recognition in a big fandom, and sometimes as a fic writer it’s hard to feel proud of your work, so we wanted to spread some positivity and visibility while having fic authors be proud of all the hard work they’ve done!

The submissions we’ve gotten over the past week are amazing! They range from tragedy to angst to fluff to crack and there’s something for everyone. You might know a few of these fics, and a few of them might be new to you, but they all demonstrate our love for soukoku! Here are the fics, with comments from the authors themselves:

sonderesque

This- http://archiveofourown.org/works/10002131 is an abstract piece that is pretty much just poetry and I actually kinda like it and it'd be amazing if it got checked out, although it is one of my older ones (angst ofc)

And this one- http://archiveofourown.org/works/9912410/chapters/22212713 I'm fond of, because it's Hanahaki and even if it was a gift, I enjoyed writing it a lot, and it was really, really fun to write

Oh my- here's one of the most stupid things I have ever written- https://docs.google.com/document/d/1wkiRRumJYd_67P1XuOXLZn7b6ANSDdTLvx6QLZiZw0M/edit?usp=sharing Dedicated to @Rose and it's a piece of crack and ridiculousness.

@kageyamas-mom

This is a piece I wrote when a certain someone wanted to do a fic trade (I wrote angst for her, she wrote fluff for me) - it's an introspective thing from Chuuya's POV. I enjoyed writing it! http://archiveofourown.org/works/8578450

crimson-snowdrift

These fics have been submitted for SKK Week, Days 1, 2, and 6 respectively. All of these are fluff Soukoku fics and I consider them as my best works so far (in my 1 month of going back to writing lol) and I hope you'll enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them!

Wish - http://archiveofourown.org/works/11304546 (Chuuya reminisces that time eight years ago, when he first attended a festival with Dazai.)

Hanami - http://archiveofourown.org/works/11314278 (Dazai appreciates some of the many things he loves about Chuuya.)

Musings - http://archiveofourown.org/works/11362332 (Dazai's thoughts on Chuuya, inspired with quotes from his real life counterpart. Has a chapter 2 ready, this time from Chuuya's POV)

@kiimone

henlo henlo these are my three favorite skk fics and they might be a little (very) shitty but they're the best ones i got!! i hope you enjoy~

http://archiveofourown.org/works/11171838 this one is a recent one and a greek mythology au abt dazai being a merchant and chuuya being a sea nymph! they fall slowly in love and care abt each other a lot (pain level: 2/10)

http://archiveofourown.org/works/10841241 this is a fic that im most proud of!! it was a commission fic about chuuya having scars from using corruption for too long and hating his own image but dazai helping him get through it by showing him his own scars (pain level: 100000/10)

http://archiveofourown.org/works/9848708 this was VERY long ago but it was a fic for rose on valentine's day abt a fantasy au! chuuya is a white mage and dazai is a wyvern-riding cavalier who always gets himself in trouble!! they fight demons and monsters together while on a quest to find an abandoned city (pain level: 3/10)

Daanny

these are both old ish

http://archiveofourown.org/works/7919491 - chuuya and dazai make an agreement, it's pretty straightforward lol - the description in the first bit of story was rlly pretty and i spent a lot of time trying to create the flow

http://archiveofourown.org/works/8249605 - soulmate AU and hanahaki AU - used a number of symbolisms thru story also flower language is pretty yeah

@fraink5

I'm going to casually leave my fics here:

http://archiveofourown.org/works/9942896 “Bah Humbug”- Christmas by Himself this Year - Summary: Dazai thought he would be spending Christmas alone until he ran into Chuuya, who he supposes is better company than no one. pls I know it's a Christmas fic, but it's my first Soukoku fic, and I'm proud.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/11308074 Trust Fall - Summary: '“Don’t worry; you can trust me.” Dazai assured Chuuya, who was at this point already falling. Chuuya tumbled forcefully into Dazai’s extended arms. He squirmed briefly but quickly gave up upon realizing that he could not escape. Chuuya and Dazai had their own trust fall, which worked most of the time.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/11336511/chapters/25372383 Conqueror - Summary: After the death of his father, Chuuya inherits the role of the shogun, the most powerful man in Feudal Japan. On the other hand, Dazai is the emperor, a position which holds little to nothing besides money. In their various encounters, Dazai has his heart set on one thing: control of the shogunate. Historical AU. Also my first multi-chapter fic.(edited)

@maiea-maiea

Okay so.......

http://archiveofourown.org/works/10829463/chapters/24033585 - This is probably my most popular fic, "Leather" it's nicknamed The Ass Fic, becuase it's basically all about how much Dazai loves Chuya's perfectly shaped, firm and pert ass. It's a wip at 11chapters so far. However, I treat this like a sitcom fic, each chapter is like an episode of a comedy show.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/10742775/chapters/23813706 - This is "The Seasons" and my first multichapter fic I had ever written. Most people who follow and read my humour fics would probably find this a bit weird because this is legitimately a 5 chapter romance fic sorta slow burn skk. It's based on an ADA tempered Dazai coming back and taking the helm of the Port Mafia, (sorta mentioning he's reforming it), with the focus on him realizing he's maybe in love with Chuya. And I aged them up here so it's my take on how older and more mature skk can get together and actually make a healthy relationship.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/11009571 - "The Redhead Gets The Upperhand" - I was conflicted on which fic to choose for my third. I have 3 fave oneshots, and I know some of the others are funnier (I have been so told, haha), but I feel like I really got the pacing of my humour writing the best in here. It's basically Chuya playing Dazai and Dazai knowingly and willingly playing along. I had fun with the idea that Chuya sends Dazai increasingly risque selfies while Dazai is at work during the day. XD

𝓐𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴𝔀𝓸𝓸𝓭 (Asher Blackwood)

This is Gospel

http://archiveofourown.org/works/9386330/chapters/21248921 - Description; Okay so I have several fics, all of which are pretty fortunately well-regarded (thanks!), but this one is my first and is by a mile my favorite. Inline with canon and captures the way that I think modern SKK works, with both of them kind of orbiting around each other due to being so closely attached as children but without necessarily being very affectionate. Also, Chuuya gets the upper hand and does not die.

@ch-ch-ch-chuuya ( @hybridempresswriting )

“You Won’t Lose Me (So Don’t Leave Me Behind)” http://archiveofourown.org/works/9352388 I don’t actually expect anyone to read this all this week because it is a multi-chap fic but it is the one that I am the most proud of. It’s the first multi-chap fic that I’ve ever successfully completed, the word count makes it about as long as the third Harry Potter book, and it was written for my friend Lady based on our soukoku rp where Dazai convinces Chuuya to join the ADA. It’s my proudest work, I love it more than anything.

“Fair Enough” http://archiveofourown.org/works/9054943 My longest oneshot ever and something I am particularly proud of because tealillie recced it which absolutely made my day. It’s a flowershop AU with a twist--Dazai is still a detective and Chuuya is an ex-convict, and Chuuya gets it bad for this detective; so bad he develops the hanahaki disease.

“Absolutely Ridiculous” http://archiveofourown.org/works/9607931 a bit short and fluffy about how Chuuya and Dazai like to take baths together. This is what really got me into wanting to write more fluff about these two and I just think it’s really funny? I’m very proud of it.

@leio13

Yo! Here are my fics! (I had four actually, but oh well, one of them is barely soukoku anyway):

Snow Day(http://archiveofourown.org/works/8838169): Chuuya notices a mysterious brunette collapse in the snow. "the stranger collapsed. He fell face-first into the two-feet snow blanket. Amused, Chuuya watched for a minute, waiting for the strange brunette to push himself out of the snow, but he didn’t, and snow began to lightly accumulate onto the back of his thin brown jacket. Oh shit…"

Still Alive(http://archiveofourown.org/works/11260242): It's Dazai's birthday, and Chuuya finally decides to give him what he wants. "Chuuya inhaled slowly, his breath trembling between his lips, and reentered the apartment. He strolled into the bedroom, sweat dripping down his forehead. 'Okay, Dazai. I’m ready.' "'Okay, Chuuya.' Dazai lay still on the white sheets with a small angelic smile gracing his face. He had even changed into a suit for the occasion. It all hurt Chuuya so much."

The Secret Garden (http://archiveofourown.org/works/11070258/chapters/24687762): Dazai, the son of a rich lord, stumbles upon a servant in the courtyard, but the servant isn't supposed to be there. What will happen next? (a multi-chapter fic in the works) "Amongst the array of wild flowers, blooming festively in a multitude of colors, Dazai spotted the most novel specimen leaning flush against the large, vine coiled trunk of one of the several trees that shaded the area. Dazai crept closer. The creature, which he soon reasoned was one of the younger servants, had bright, unkempt hair that fell to his shoulders in messy curls. The boy had the palest skin Dazai had ever seen, almost as pale as the sanguinaria planted nearby, and was currently asleep. Small splotches of sunlight waltzed across his innocent face through the leaves. It was a sight Dazai wouldn’t dare disturb if his curiosity and longing for novelty had been any less overwhelming."(edited)

@unfortunatesylveon

http://archiveofourown.org/works/11390715 Hey everyone, this is my first and only fic I've written. I'm genuinely proud of it ^^

@kevindxy

http://archiveofourown.org/works/11363979 this is the skk fic that i'm happiest with because it's apocalyptic themed and i think i captured the mood of it better than i usually do in my writing ^^

@catsbythegreat

"the beautiful various dreams" http://archiveofourown.org/works/11249238 is a coma au that I thought about for a while and I really like how it turned out because I was scared for a while of trying to write dreams and reality mixing together.

"Mistake" http://archiveofourown.org/works/10609371 I really enjoyed writing this idea that working in the Mafia has effects and dealing with the effects in a place where you can't show weakness is incredibly hard. This one also had a weird format that I had to plan a lot, and I was happy to pull it together.

"Once More" http://archiveofourown.org/works/8897146/chapters/20391742 I don't expect people to read this because it's long af but it's basically my love letter to SKK and exploring their relationship and it's also one of the few longfics that I've actually seen through to a conclusion. So I'm proud that I finished it. It wasn't meant to be a longfic.

Kelly

"And I Will Chase You Forever, If That's What It Takes" http://archiveofourown.org/works/11354586 This is my favourite fic I did for skk week. I put a lot into it. It's pretty Chuuya centric with lots of young soukoku and it looks at how Chuuya deals with the imbalance between him and Dazai. (Also I'm a sucker for happy endings, even when they're mine)

"Winter Wonderland" http://archiveofourown.org/works/9102799 This is the purest fluff I have ever managed to write. Nobody suffers at all, which in and of itself is an accomplishment. Plus I had a great time writing it!

"Needs" http://archiveofourown.org/works/8541640 I like the different interactions in this one. Lots of Chuuya hurting and Dazai comforting. It highlights a softer side to Dazai and shows how aspects of their dynamic developed.

@cyuya-nakahara

http://archiveofourown.org/works/10768806 You're Insufferable (We're Inseparable) this one is really important to me because it's a detailed look at the growth of their relationship, and is intended to cover everything. it's an intrinsic look at both sides.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/10657617 A Typical Tuesday Night This one is a oneshot, set in the same verse as yiwi. I'm really proud of how it came out, the feelings I wanted to convey are, I feel, very well represented.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/10817004 A Different Sort Of Dance I really like the interactions I write in this one. it's on going and on pause, but I think what's there is worth a read. I like my writing and description in this one.

#soukoku #skk #dazai osamu #nakahara chuuya #bungou stray dogs #fic recs #discord

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What if I like you?

here continues my habit of naming everything -peter, so pedro here isn’t our sl pedro ok

i hope you guys have fun with that

other ficweek fics

Day 3: “My friend bet me 20 bucks that I wouldn’t walk up to a random underclassman and ask them to senior prom and I’m about to be 20 dollars richer and, no, that doesn’t invalidate the question, you’re actually really cute”

What if I like you?

Luna usually tries to study before the test. Like earlier than fifteen minutes before. She’s pretty fucked, but let’s be real, has any of you guys never forgotten about quiz? Luna did this for the first time and she’s lucky she has all the notes. There’s not much material to remember, yet studying while panicking isn’t any help in revision. At least there’s that it’s lunch break, she can ignore Jim and Yam, sitting by the table with them and Nina, so this might actually work and let Luna pass this shit.

She’s by the second topic already, feeling really successful when someone taps her arm softly.

“Whoever you are, go away, please,” Luna murmurs not taking her eyes off her notebook. There’s something wrong, because she’s not able to hear any sound, any noise around her and Nina kicks her ankle under the table. Luna sighs leaving her notebook as she turns her head back and chokes.

This is very typical reaction when you turn around just to see very confident and very smug Matteo Balsano.

Matteo Balsano is one of those guys you can see in high school movies. He is smart, actually extra smart and rich, since his parents are diplomats. He is popular of course and those things above are definitely helping, yes, but the reason Balsano is that wanted in their high school is the fact it’s impossible to dislike him. He always wears this smirk on his pretty face. He’s a gentleman, never saying a bad word about anyone (well, maybe only about his best friend Gastón, but details). It’s also unfair that to all those above you have to add he’s impossibly hot. Really unfair.

Yet now, at this very moment his look is even soft and Luna isn’t sure why; they talked maybe few times. First day she entered Blake South College she bumped into his chest. Matteo smiled making fun of her a little, but it was obvious that only jokingly. He helped her with picking her books up and walked to the class she was supposed to have chemistry.

The rest of the times she met him was at Benson’s mansion since the Sol drama happened and Ámbar was making some effort to help Luna with dealing with Sharon’s shit.

Valente was pretty grateful for that even if young, attractive Balsano boy was there too from time to time.

And now he is here just for her, the whole cafeteria gasped few seconds ago, because he’s talking to her, smiling at her and that’s a surprise.

“Matteo,” she mumbles. “Hi.”

“Am I interrupting you much?” he asks with those sparkling eyes and Luna feels her kidneys swap places.

“No-” as she says that all girls by her table snort. “Can I help you with something?”

Matteo grins and Luna is shocked much, she’s never seen this face of his.

“Actually yes, I wanted to take a minute from you. Or maybe two, if you’re willing to let me, of course.”

Luna swallows hard and jumps if her seat. “Yes,” she exclaims definitely too loud. Her eyes run around the cafeteria quickly. “But does it have to be here? Everyone is staring.”

The Balsano boy looks around before chuckling softly. “Yeah, let’s go.” He turns to the girls. “I will walk Luna to the class, so don’t worry about her.” Nina and Jim give him unsure smiles.

“We will still worry, no matter where you walk her.” Yam says as she bites into her burger.

Matteo laughs with small nod and after Luna packs her bag he places his hand on her waist guiding her to the exit. She feels his fingers are cold through her tshirt, but she surprisingly doesn’t mind letting him pull her out of everyone’s reach.

“I’m sorry about that, I forgot those sharks are always watching.” Matteo says first as they go through empty corridor, his hand not moving any away, the other scratches his neck and he apparently is slightly nervous.

“It’s fine, I think.” She shrugs. “You wanted to talk.” Luna smiles curious as hell, forgetting about her test completely.

“Yeah, and I am not sure how to say that and not get kicked by you.”

She giggles trying to shut alert in her head, because it doesn’t sound nice. Her arms cross almost automatically. “That doesn’t sound good at all.”

Matteo bites his lower lip. “Gastón bet money that I wouldn’t ask you to go to the prom with me.” Luna opens her mouth to say something, but he does it before she manages. “And I liked the idea enough to ask you if you would actually go with me.”

Luna stares at him waiting until he bursts with laugh or something, but he doesn’t. To be honest he looks pretty awkward and unsure. “Listen, you can say no. It would be all okay.”

She blinks still not knowing where’s the hidden camera. “You are serious or just messing with me?”

Matteo’s eyes fill with surprise and Luna can’t guess why. Eventually he takes her hand pulling her to the closest bench and sits down, his look fixated on her face. “Luna, hey. It’s just few weeks until the senior prom we have and I still haven’t asked anyone. Gastón got done with me and sneaked the bet. He told me not to tell you by the way, but that wouldn’t be fair.”

Luna smiles sadly, because of course he doesn’t want her to have any stupid hope; he just wants to get money and have a date without stressing and she really gets it.

He wants to say something else, but she’s the one to interrupt this time. “I’ll go.”

Matteo jumps surprised. “Really?”

“Yeah.” She nods softly. “How much money?”

Balsano looks slightly uncomfortable and his eyes are away when he bites his lower lip. “30 dollars.”

She giggles. “You are taking me after the prom to McDonald’s.”

The boy lets out small chuckle. “Any other wishes?”

“Yes, I’m getting your slice of cake.”

Matteo nods laughing softly. “All cake you want.”

She looks at him with melting heart. He has always been super nice and maybe even if it’s just for the bet, they can have some fun together.

The prom night is extra shocking since the very beginning. First her mom helps her with her hair asking about Matteo all the time and giggling at Luna’s blushes. Her dad isn’t grumpy about her leaving with a boy who has never met them, he is just talking how pretty she looks in this dress.

Matteo having nice conversation with her parents about God knows what when she is looking for her perfume and his soft smile when he sees her.

Her mother completely ruining the moment awwing loudly and running for camera. Yet Balsano is managing it patiently, smiling all the time, but Matteo being Matteo must’ve mumbled to her ear how beautiful she is when Monica was taking the picture.

During car ride he is talking all the time about his own mom before he left, about how his dad even told him to have fun and be nice. About all basic things she would like to hear to chill a little.

Matteo plays also her favorite album and when she asks about it he just winks letting her know that he probably stalked her spotify before.

He keeps making sure she’s having fun, asking if she’s hungry or wants something to drink. She gets his cake as he promised, but also Gastón’s cake Matteo steals at some point. She drags him to dance for few times when they are eating or just talking to some of his friends, because that’s my favorite song, Matteo.

He hasn’t left her for a second, no one has looked at her with weird eyes or maybe that’s only what she sees, focused on him all night.

Except her favorite songs they dance to his faves, songs they knew and those they didn’t so they almost don’t leave the dance floor.

Gastón Perida ends up being much funnier than she expected. Luna loves his puns and Matteo’s done faces after every single one of them.

Her phone dies maybe at two or three am so he promises she could text her parents with his own.

It feels too good, too fun to keep her heart beating slowly at his smile and she almost forgets that it was just a bet.

“Do you think they will be looking at us weird?” she asks giggling.

“Probably. I’m too hot to not be surprised.” he answers earning a nudge from Luna. “Of course you are with me and you look even better than I do.”

She shakes her head as they leave the car. His hand goes to small of her back leading her to McDonald’s entrance. There’s no one inside except the cashier. He looks half asleep yawning loudly and Luna tries not to chuckle when Matteo yawns at this too before she pulls him closer to the counter to pick some food.

“Okay, so what do you want, little lady?” Matteo’s arm goes around her shoulders.

“I can have whatever I want, right?” she asks just making sure.

He nods. “And even more.”

“We are getting Happy Meals.”

As soon as she says that she looks at him and bursts with laugh hiding in his chest. Even if his face was confused and terrified he wraps his arms around her. “Are you sure of that?”

Luna pulls away to see him and nods enthusiastically. Matteo covers his face with his hand murmuring something, but she just pulls him to the counter. Pedro, as says his identificator, blinks at them deeply shocked.

Well, seeing two people in fancy clothes, one of them looks really done and the second super excited must be weird at five am.

“Hello,” Luna says with wide smile. “Sorry for waking you up, but I’m hungry and he promised me some fries.” She continues pointing at Matteo.

Pedro nods at them probably really wanting to be at home, sleeping and cuddling his cat.

“Okay, so what can I get you?” he asks with a sigh and Luna looks at Balsano boy grinning.

“We will have two Happy Meals.” she turns to Matteo. “Do you want cheeseburger or nuggets?”

“Choose yourself.” He replies looking away.

“Fine then, we want two Happy Meals and with cheeseburgers and Coca-Cola.”

Pedro nods tapping something on his cash. He raises his eyes at them. “What toys?”

Luna giggles keeping Matteo next to her as Pedro continues. “Don’t worry, I’ve seen worse than this.” With dead voice.

Damn, this guy has to work here for some long time.

Brunette bites on her lower lip. “I think number three and seven.” Pedro nods again in this funny way; like puppy figures in the car, telling them he will let them know when the order is ready.

As soon as Matteo sits in front of her by their tiny table in the corner of window walls Luna grins widely at him. She quickly reaches for her box and opens it looking just for a toy. She finds exactly what she wanted. Now she waits for Matteo to do the same and she doesn’t have to wait long.

“I think this box was meant for you,” he mumbles unpacking pink plastic tiara.

Brunette almost chokes on her fry. “No, Matteo, this one is yours.” His eyes widen before she takes the tiara from his grasp and puts it on his head. “You are a beautiful princess.”

Matteo looks at her with weird eyes and soft smile not saying anything. He slowly reaches for her hand to play with the rings. “You are lucky I like you and I’m letting you do it all.”

At first she just smiles back with blush, but then it hits her.

It just her like a train, Matteo just said he likes her and even if it could’ve meant just like a friend, yet it felt different.

“So what with the bet?” She just asks trying to act casual and stealing his fries.

“There was no bet.” Matteo shrugs. “I never asked anyone before you because I had no idea how to ask you and Gastón offered he’d pay me for doing it, but I never took anything from him.”

Luna smiles fighting with happy dance. “You like me?” she mumbles.

“Oh yes, I’m a whipped cream for you, I can’t help it.” Balsano says winking at her and putting on his charming smile.

“Not only fresa, but also whipped cream. Is there something you’re not?”

Matteo just grins.

#lutteoficweek #lutteo #soy luna #my writing #mylutteofw

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