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LOVE ISN'T ETERNAL. chapter 7 - jb
ೃ⁀➷ jude’s masterlist
ೃ⁀➷ jude’s taglist
ೃ⁀➷ masterlist
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Your alarm went off sooner than expected. It was surprising that you managed to get any sleep the night before; you felt anxious and nauseous the whole day before and after going to bed, you stayed awake imagining tons of different scenarios of what could happen. You even wonder which seat was assigned to you.
You grabbed your phone, seeing that the alarm's name was “MATCH DAY!!!”. Yeah, you were extremely excited about it two months ago when you set it… It’s not like you weren’t excited to see Jobe’s first game as the holder of his position on the field, but Jude’s parents were attending as well… And Jude himself, of course.
“Well, Mom didn’t raise a bitch, so…”
It was time to get ready.
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✉️ Jobe: Are you sure about coming by yourself? I’m sure someone can pick you up.
✉️ I’m sure, don’t even worry about me. Focus on the game and don’t stop for one second to think about me, your brother, or anything else. This is your day!
✉️ Jobe: You’re truly one of my best friends, love you
✉️ Aw, Jobe! I love you too. See you at the pitch!
✉️ Jobe: Show the guards the card I gave you, they're going to take you to your seat, okay?
✉️ Sure thing! Best of luck out there
You blocked your phone, still waiting for the Uber. The food you had an hour ago was still heavy on your stomach, it made you worry. You hope to not vomit all over the place because of how tense and nervous you felt. The idea of taking a pill was still on the back of your mind, but being drugged around people wasn’t the brightest idea that occurred to you so far. It was better to deal with it with a clear mind.
Mia and Nikki send support through text; after the week of relaxation the three of you had, you felt closer than ever to them. It was also refreshing to touch your phone again and feel nothing. For the sake of your mental health, you kept IG silenced, but you weren’t quitting it just because some people were too obsessed over your friends’ lives. You were still going to post about the game, you didn't care. You didn't accept any of the requests you received the week prior anyway.
And who even cares if people noticed you there? It wasn’t a big deal, you, as every new face of a rumor involving footballers, were going to pass and people were going to forget about you in a few weeks. At least you hoped that’ll happen.
And then your phone buzzed; it was the Uber driver. Thank God. If you were going to die from the nerves, it better be after the game. You wouldn’t let Jobe down.
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Dressed with your Birmingham jersey, hat, and scarf, you blended perfectly with the tons of supporters that were waiting to enter the stadium. The loud voices, few screams, and general excitement were a bit contagious, and by the time you made it to the main entrance, a big smile was glued to your face. Who cares about Jude Bellingham right now?
“Hello!” You said to a bodyguard behind a tiny glass window.
“Hey, miss. I’m sorry, but there’s going to be another twenty minutes before we let people enter the stadium” He smiled at you sweetly, seeming honestly sorry about making people wait.
“Actually!” You took the card that hung on your neck, showing it above the scarf. “I have this?”
He studied it for a second before extending his arm, clearly asking for it. You took it off as fast as you could, and after he scanned it, he took a second look to your face.
“So you’re Bellingham’s guest?”
“I sure am” It felt a bit weird to see his surprised face, but he hid it pretty quickly.
“Give me a second” He disappeared behind the glass. You could hear loud voices shouting at each other and then the guard appeared again with a younger man next to him. “He’s going to take you to your seat, please, go ahead” Then a tinier door opened next to the entrance.
“Thanks!” You followed the man silently, feeling thankful that he wasn’t much of a talker either. The hallways were almost empty, but you could see some staff members running around. The man stopped at one of the big doors and after guiding you around rounds and rounds of empty seats, he stopped at the very bottom, next to the freaking archery. “Uhm, are you sure this is my seat?”
“Yes, this is the one that popped up on the system”
“Very well… Thank you!”
“You’re welcome” He gave you a tiny smile before leaving. You took another look at the seat, which seemed very comfortable, and then your eyes wandered to the archery.
You were getting hit in the head, weren't you?
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While you waited for the people to start coming inside and the players to come to the field to warm up, you took your phone, snapping some photos to send to the girls.
✉️ *two photos attached*
✉️ Can you guys believe I’m right next to the archery???
✉️ Nikki: You’re totally getting smacked on the head with a ball
✉️ Mia: Lmao! TOTALLY
✉️ Thank you for the encouragement to stay calm :) (Fuck you)
✉️ Nikki: We love you too, my love 🫶🏻
✉️ Mia. It’s just funny to think about you getting hit in the head, sorry!
Your smile grew bigger. They were such assholes.
“Hey, pretty lady” Jobe’s voice sounded right in front of you. The scream you let out was loud, making you almost drop your phone.
“Jobe!” You laughed, feeling your cheeks blush when a couple of players walked in front of both of you with smirks. “I almost dropped my phone!”
“I know, the whole point of coming up to you while you were distracted was that” He smiled with such pleasure that you felt the need to kick him. He came closer to the barrier. “Give me a hug! For good luck and all that”
“You just want to get hugged by a pretty girl, you’re not fooling anyone” You said while giving him said hug. “Jokes aside, I’m so proud of you. I’m sure you’re going to have an outstanding performance tonight.”
“I hope so” He seemed nervous, which was more than understandable.
“You’re an amazing footballer, with talent and confidence. Remember?” You’ll never shut up about his talent, you trusted him. “And you work hard, just like your brother. So don’t be extremely nervous, you’re going to do great, okay?”
“Yes, of course.” His smile came back to his face. “Thank you.”
“No problem… Now go warm up, I’ll be there fearing for my life the entire time.”
“You’re not getting hit by a ball, don’t be a baby.”
“You don’t know that!”
You saw him strode back to their half of the field, being greeted with some slaps on the back. Ah, yeah, minimal contact with a girl and the boys went crazy. You stood there for a few minutes, watching them warm up and chat with each other, then you retrieve your phone from your pocket, seeing that there were some texts from the girls.
✉️ Nikki: So… I’m very sorry to ask you this BUT
✉️ Nikki: Have you seen The Bastard?
✉️ Mia: Yeaaaah, have you?
✉️ Thankfully no. But only time will tell if I pass out in a hallway or something
✉️ Mia: Very funny
✉️ Nikki: Don’t think twice about texting us, okay?
✉️ Of course. I’ll keep you updated
Oh god. You really wanted to get through this day without seeing him, but you knew you weren’t going to achieve that. It was impossible. You just had to wait and see when you were going to be face-to-face with him.
As the minutes passed, people started to enter the stadium, rapidly filling up the seats. You were taken aback, hundreds of people were already singing, waving signs, flags, and chatting loudly. A particular area of the stadium called your attention; the VIP seats were protected by a strong but clear glass that let other people perfectly see who was there. You knew he was going to be there sooner than later.
But no, you didn’t have time for that. You focused again on the field, where the players continued to warm up. Time passed and finally, it was time for them to get back into the dressing room and prepare to go out. Jobe gave you a small wave before leaving. You suddenly felt nervous for him.
People next to you chatted loudly and sang, but you didn’t mind. Your eyes were glued to the exit for the players. The presenter shouted through the speakers the club's names as they came out. You had your phone prepared for this moment, so you focused on recording Jobe from the minute you saw him enter, wait in line for the final speech, and greet the other team members one by one. You felt like a proud mom, as stupid as it sounds.
Then the game began and your brain managed to only focus on Birmingham’s side, how Jobe did on the midfield, even though you didn’t distinguish him from time to time. Then, from one moment to another, you started to cheer with the other fans because he got closer and closer to the archery of the opposite team. Which was the one you were sitting by. He made a pass, then another teammate passed it back to him, and just like that, he scored his first goal. Everyone went crazy, including you; he ran, being followed by his teammates, cheered with the fans who sang his name non-stop, and then came closer to where you were sitting (now standing) and pointed at you. You blew him a kiss, feeling more than proud and fascinated by his talent. You knew it. The emotion didn’t leave the fans for a while, and you were as happy as they were. You felt like a years-long follower. Football did unite people in the weirdest ways. And then people started to cheer next to you again. You looked at them, and they were looking back… at you?
“What's happening?” You asked a sweet girl who was next to her parents. She pointed to the top of the stadium, where the screens were.
You turned to see, and… You were there! Right on the big screen. You smiled again, giving a quick wave before the camera focused on another person. Your cheeks were smoking hot, and your heart was beating so fast you thought you were about to have a heart attack.
And then, just when you got comfortable enough with the people surrounding you, the players went out on the field to rest. Damn, you were already forty-five minutes into the game without any accidents. Wonderful.
And right on time. You really needed to go to the bathroom. Most of the people stayed in their seats, but lots of them went out to get more drinks, go to the bathroom, etc. You slowly made your way through the crowd, and when you just made it through one of the doors, a guard stood in front of you. You looked at him, confused by his sudden stop.
“I'm sorry, miss. I have been ordered to move you from your seat.”
“Excuse me?” Were they throwing you out?
“Please, follow me. Will get to the VIP section in a minute.”
“Sorry?” Oh no. “VIP section?”
“Seems like your former seat was given by mistake, you were supposed to be on the VIP seats this whole time. We are deeply sorry.”
“That's okay! I think that I was supposed to be on that seat over there...” You pointed down the hallway, realizing just now that you were following him. “Can I ask why am I being moved?”
“It's been a request from one of our VIP members... Well, a few, actually.” His shy smile said it all.
“Are these members the Bellinghams?”
“Uhm. You're correct. They realized you were out there and requested that you were immediately moved next to them.”
“I see...” Seems like life has other plans for you, ones very away from peace.
You kept following him, trying to breathe as deeply as you could. Why did this have to happen now? Just when you thought you were safe from encountering him. The guard stopped by a door, opening it for you. You said thanks before entering, calling the attention of a few men and women that were by the catering area.
“Oh, my dear! There you are!” Denise’s voice startled you. She came to you with a smile and open arms. She was the sweetest woman ever.
“Denise!” You received her hug with a smile. At least you weren’t alone with Jude. “How have you been?”
“Better now that I see you. You look great!”
“Thank you! You look even better” Mark came after her, giving you a quick hug. “Hi, Mark”
“Hello, dear. We were dying to see you. It's so bad you were so busy with work.”
“Oh, yeah…” Your eyes wandered to Jude, who stood awkwardly behind his parents. You could see he was beyond uncomfortable. “It’s been a crazy couple of weeks…”
“Yeah! Jude told us all about it. But don’t worry, after the game, we’re going to get dinner. You’re joining us, aren’t you? So we can catch up.” What were you supposed to answer when Denise was looking at you obviously clueless about the whole situation?
“Of course I am.” The smile never leaved your lips, but when both of his parents turned to look at his son, you made sure your eyes gave the right message to Jude: I’m going to kill you.
“Oh, and why were you sitting down there? We made sure you were right here with us.” Mark said, looking confused.
“Uhm, the guard said it must be a system error… You know, those types of things happen.” He looked pleased enough with your answer because he and Denise walked to the exit.
“We’ll be back in ten minutes. We want to see Jobe before the second half.”
“Sure…” That was the first time in the ten minutes you’d been there that you heard Jude’s voice.
Both of you stood there in silence, looking at each other. You felt a mixture of emotions that were very hard to identify, but the main one was simple annoyance. He had a month to tell his parents. A month.
“Are you for real?” You said while getting closer to him. “I can’t believe you right now.”
“What?” Was the only thing he said at first. Why did he look scared? “Why are you so mad?”
“What?” You mocked him, finally standing in front of him. “I can give you ten reasons that happened just today to justify why I’m mad, Jude Bellingham. Why on earth are your parents acting like they don’t know we broke up?”
He looked at you with a blank expression that confirmed your fears.
“Oh, my god…” You covered your face. Did you really dated this idiot? “So your parents believe we’re still happy and together? Why would you do that?”
“Well, I just didn’t feel like any time was the right time to tell them. I got nervous and lied! I’m sorry… But why do you want them to know so quickly?”
“Why? Well, maybe because it happened a month ago?!” You screamed-whispered it. “I can’t pretend to be your girlfriend until you feel ready to tell your parents. What are you? Five?”
“Okay? Ouch.” He came even closer, looking into your eyes with a look that you didn’t like. It was almost… sweet. “And besides, I thought we could talk…”
“Talk?” Now you were confused confused. “Talk about what? I don’t have anything to talk with you.”
“Why are you so mad at me?! I thought we were still friends…”
“Jude… You broked up with me a month ago while I was visiting you in fucking Germany, not less than a week later you went out and partied, kissed a girl and God knows what else. Then I went out, danced with a friend, and you freaked out and acted like a hypocrite jerk who doesn’t know what boundaries are... Why do you think I’m a bit apprehensive about talking to you? You only called me to make questions about Gio's IG thing, so I'm also doubting the friends part.” He seemed upset by your lack of touch, but you didn’t care. “Besides, why are you acting like I’m the one that broke up with you?”
“Well… I don’t know, I’m just…” He reached for your hand, and then his parents were back. They smiled at the both of you, and you didn’t have the energy to take your hand back from his.
“Ready for the game? It’s about to start.”
“Yeah…” You walked to your seats. His parents were next to you but in a different row, so you were trapped with Jude in a very comfortable seat and in a very uncomfortable situation.
Fucking hell.
“We really need to talk…” Jude whispered, looking at your profile.
“Shut up and watch the fucking game, Bellingham.”
You really hated your life.
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THE DISSOCIATION SWAG COMPETITION BRACKET IS HERE!!!
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All characters, including names and media, as well as which group they're in and when their versus poll will open are all under the cut!
ROUND 1
Round 1 will be broken up into four groups to avoid having too many polls at once
Group A - Tuesday, Feb 14, 2023
Patrick "Pat" Sprigs/Rey Sprigs (Mega Man Star Force) vs Crona (Soul Eater)
Darcy Wu (Amphibia) vs Raiden Ei (Genshin Impact)
Steven Universe (Steven Universe) vs Kris Dreemurr (Deltarune)
Ferb Fletcher (Phineas and Ferb) vs Benrey (Half Life VR but the AI is Self Aware)
Jaime Lannister (Game of Thrones) vs Maxim Kischine (Castlevania Harmony of Dissonance)
Sunny/Omori (Omori) vs Yugi Muto/Yami/Atem (Yu-Gi-Oh)
Uendo Toneido/Patches/Kisegawa/Owen (Ace Attorney) vs Harrier Du Bois (Disco Elysium)
Razputin "Raz" Aquato (Psychonauts) vs Dirk Strider (Homestuck)
Group B - Wednesday, Feb 15, 2023
Abed Nadir (Community) vs Olivier Mira Armstrong (Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood)
Yellow Guy (Don't Hug Me, I'm Scared) vs Jeanne-Marie Beaubier/Aurora (Marvel Comics)
Ienzo (Kingdom Hearts) vs Laudna (Critical Role)
Michael Shelley/Michael Distortion (The Magnus Archives) vs Mae Borowski (Night in the Woods)
"Crazy" Jane (Doom Patrol) vs Raphael Hamato (Rise of the TMNT)
Lord Garmadon (Lego Ninjago) vs Alfendi Layton (Layton Brothers: Mystery Room)
Sora (Kingdom Hearts) vs Veyle (Fire Emblem Engage)
Eda Clawthorne (The Owl House) vs Cecil Palmer (Welcome to Night Vale)
Group C - Thursday, Feb 16, 2023
Oscar Pine (RWBY) vs Shallan Davar/Veil/Radiant (Stormlight Archive)
Shulk (Xenoblade Chronicles) vs Jeritza von Hrym (Fire Emblem Three Houses)
ENA (ENA webseries) vs Shigeo "Mob" Kageyama (Mob Psycho 100)
Kujou Hikari/Shiny Luminous (Futari wa Pretty Cure Max Heart) vs Mafuyu Asahina (Project Sekai)
Goldia die Heilige (Pocket Mirror) vs Madotsuki (Yume Nikki)
Gregory House (House MD) vs One-One (infinity Train)
Bruce Banner/The Hulk (Marvel) vs Garu/Karu (NU: Carnival)
Nagisa Shiota (Assassination Classroom) vs Tenma Tsukasa (Project Sekai)
Group D - Friday, Feb 17, 2023
Cloud Strife (Final Fantasy VII) vs Zenitsu Agatsuma (Demon Slayer)
Harvey Dent/Two-Face (DC) vs Homura Akemi (Puella Magi Madoka Magica)
Blitzwing/Icy/Hothead/Random (Transformers Animated) vs Kayano Mikoto (MILGRAM)
Mike/Chester/Svetlana/Vito/Manitoba/Mal (Total Drama) vs Bruce Wayne/Batman (DC)
Sayo Yasuda (Umineko No Naku Koro Ni) vs Nandor the Relentless (What we do in the Shadows)
Jackson Jekyll/Holt Hyde (Monster High) vs Ingo (Pokemon)
Punch/Counterpunch (Transformers) vs Shadow the Hedgehog (Sonic the Hedgehog)
Chara Dreemurr (Undertale) vs Ash Williams (Evil Dead)
Thank you SO MUCH for everyone who submitted these lovely characters, I wish them all the best of luck!!! See youse all tomorrow~
#I have been working on this for over 5 hours straight omgggg XD#dissociation swag competition#polls#tournament#tumblr tournament#I believe I got everything and covered full names+systems+medias and whatnot...#If i didnt... ill fix it tomorrow JBJEBSFKJSDBGJKSDB im exhausted XD#My heart goes out to Blitzwing even though I doubt he'll win but I care for him and that's all that matters <3
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Lovely Enemies// Max x reader
"You're going to that damn camp!"
Those were the last words your parent(s)/guardian said to you before you left, not a 'goodbye' or an 'i love you' not even a 'have fun' even thought you knew you indeed, were not gonna have fun there
You were currently on the bus while looking out the window, you had your bag beside you full of clothes, hygiene tools, ect, you sigh, not prepared for the next few months ahead of you "this is stupid" you thought "I do chores every week, try my best to keep my grades up, I even keep my room clean sometimes!" you thought while you groaned, the bus slams to a stop "kid's here" the old man said, you grab you stuff and step off the bus to be greeted with 3 kids an a tall ginger
"Well Hello, you must be Y/N!" the ginger exclaims, bending his knee's to get down to your height "My name's David, your camp counselor! I'm glad you could come here! pleasure to meet you!" he smiles, sticking his hand out for you to shake, you scrunch up your face a bit an hesitantly shake his hand "yeah...pleasure" you say under your breath, taking your hand away from his "well, how about I give you a tour? can't have you getting lost around here" he chuckles a bit "well I guess a tour couldn't hurt.." you mumble, grabbing your stuff and following David while the 3 kids ran off
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"Last but not least, your tent! you'll be staying here till its the end of summer" David says, opening your tent, showing you the inside, you walk in and set your stuff down "alright! i'll leave you to it! hope you have fun here!" David says before walking off, you sigh and start unpacking "so" you turn around to see one of the 3 kids from earlier "you're the new kid? good luck having fun here" he says, you look him up and down "and, you are?" you ask "Max, and your name?" he asked, almost in a demanding tone "Y/N, now if you don't mind, I need to continue unpacking, so please leave" you say, turning back to your stuff, he seems to stay at the entrance of you tent for a second before walking off with a scoff "the hell is his problem?" you ask yourself while unpacking some of your clothes
You hear the flap of your tent move, you sigh "didn't I ask you to leave?" you say, keeping your eyes on you bag, currently folding clothes "um? when did you ask that?" a nervous voice said, you turn your head to see the other 2 kids from earlier "oh, sorry, I thought you were someone else" you turn back to your clothes, now sorting them "well~" the girl said in a singing tone "I'm Nikki! this is Neil we're friends with Max! the kid that was in here a few seconds ago" she says pointing at the ground "yep, he introduced himself, a bit rude to be honest" you mumble the last part to yourself "well, wanna eat with us?" Nikki asks, you shake your head "no thanks, I gotta ask David some questions" you sit up and put your clothes away "well, okay, if you change your mind let us know" Neil says walking out, Nikki following him
You continued to unpack things, you finally got to the bottom of your bag when you say your plushy, you smile softly and lift it up, you got it for you 3rd birthday from your parent(s)/guardian before they did things, horrible things "I miss the old them so much..." you thought, you sit up and put the plushy under you cot and continue to put stuff away
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You knock on the counselor cabin's door, waiting for someone to open it....no one does, you sigh "well shit.." you start to walk away until you hear your name "So sorry for making you wait!" David says with toilet paper stuck to his shoe "did you need something?" he says, trying to kick the toilet paper of his shoe "well, I just wanted to ask what time we have to get up in the mornings and the time's for activities?" you ask "oh! well, of course! me and Gwen wake up the campers around 10:30 and activities start at 12pm on weekdays, on weekends, we wake you guys up at 11:30 and activities start around 1pm!" you slightly cringe at his loudness as he smiles at you "alright, well...thanks, I'm gonna head back to my tent, take a nap" you mumbled, not comfortable with being in a camp yet, but you had to get used to it, it's not like you were gonna go home anytime soon, so might as well get comfortable
(my fingers hurt SO BAD!! 😭 but i will make a part 2 sometime next week, stay tuned fellow camp campers :] )
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Just Friends- Part 2
Summary: After being best friends for years, you and Nikki Sixx embark on a friends with benefit’s journey. Will you both be able to handle all that it entails, will your friendship survive?
Nikki Sixx x Reader
warnings: ANGST, sexual content MINORS DNI, drug and alcohol usage, language, and more angst tbh.
a/n: To quote The Doctor from Doctor Who: i’m sorry. i am so sorry. This is gonna hurt. I’m not okay.
Part 1 | Part 3
August, 1986
“Oh fuck, Nikki right there, yesssssssss,” you practically hissed with pleasure causing Nikki to chuckle and response “you like that, princess?”
“Nikki, fuck, harder, please,” your moaning causing Nikki’s pants to grow tight. He was about to respond when a loud knock sounded throughout the room, the noise followed by Tommy’s voice.
“Alright you two horny fucking idiots, hurry it up! That bassist has to be on stage, preferably without a raging boner but who knows he might be into that, in five minutes!” the drummer yelled, his statement causing you and Nikki to burst out in laughter, the sound obviously confusing Tommy.
“What the fuck are you two laughing about, how the fuck are you laughing when I swear you were just having your guts rearranged,” Tommy yelled, an incredulous tone in his voice.
The two of you heard Vince in the hallway announce, “nah T-bone, they weren’t fucking. You’d know if they were, especially if you have the shit luck of being in the hotel room next to them.”
Vince was right. You two weren’t fucking, Nikki was giving you a massage before the show started. Tommy swung the door open to see if the singer was right, and the only peep show he got was one where you and Nikki were doubled over in laughter, fully clothed. “You need something, Tommy?” Nikki managed to ask in between gaps of laughter. Tommy just rolled his eyes and went to shut the door, poking his head back in the room to say, “just hurry the fuck up, bassist. Be glad I didn’t catch you with your pants around your ankles again,” referring to the last time Tommy had decided not to knock on Nikki’s dressing room door and revealed you on your knees giving Nikki the blowjob of his life. That was almost a year ago. Tommy has knocked on the door ever since.
Your friends with benefits situation with Nikki had been going on for almost a year now. He’d introduced you to a whole new world. Sure you had fooled around with some guys before, you weren’t completely innocent. But sex with Nikki Sixx? You were fairly certain there was nothing else like it in the world. The first time you had sex, Nikki was soft and sweet. He knew it was your first time and it he wanted to make it as special as he could. He’d bought champagne and chocolate to seduce you, at least that’s what he had said. By the end of the night you’d lost track of the number of times the man had made you cum and the chocolates and champagne...they just made a mess.
But here you two are, a whole year later. The official end of the Theater of Pain tour was tonight at The Roxy and boy did you have a surprise planned for Nikki back at his place after the show. You planned to stay up all night, sleep in the next day and do it all again.
Nikki got off the couch, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before walking over to the mirror to apply the eyeblack beneath his eyes. You couldn’t help but stare. There’s no way that Nikki had a clue just how much he meant to you. You considered yourself lucky that your little situation hadn’t hurt your friendship, but you feared the day it would all change.
“Alright, princess. How does daddy look?” he asked, turning around and wiggling his eyebrows at you, causing you to roll your eyes in return.
“Like a dream, Sixx. Like a fuckin dream. Now go, get on stage. I’ve got plans for tonight,” you responded, wiggling your brows in response this time, ultimately making Nikki laugh.
“Oh my sexy little goddess I cannot wait to see what you’ve got planned. Now. Time for you to join Heather,” he punctuated the latter half of his statement with a quick slap on your ass. Half the time your moments with Nikki felt as if they toed the line of friends and something more. But you’d never bring that up to him. You swatted his hand away as he tried to play a game of grab ass as you joined Heather in the hall, her face brightening at your presence.
“Y/N! Come on, let’s go join the fans! I want to see the show out there this time,” she practically squealed as she led you out of the backstage area to the back of the Roxy.
You and Heather spent the show dancing with each other, and occasionally other fans who joined in, and singing the words to all the songs. You always loved when Heather could make it to the shows, ever since her and Tommy had gotten married the two of you had grown a lot closer. Vince sang the last word and the boys played their last notes and applause and cheers overtook the Roxy, you and Heather cheering the loudest. As the lights came up you and Heather started to make your way backstage but were quickly overwhelmed by fans of Heather, once they realized she was there. Not wanting to leave Heather to fend for herself, you waited, propped against the wall as your friend signed autographs with what felt like half of Los Angeles.
“You didn’t have to wait, Y/N. You could’ve headed back to Nikki, I know you wanted to,” Heather teased, looping her arm through mine as we finally got to head backstage. The show had been over for almost half an hour. The two of you split once finally backstage, Heather heading to Tommy’s dressing room and you heading to Nikki’s.
Upon reaching Nikki’s door you suddenly had a twisting feeling in your stomach. You reached out, your hand hesitating at the doorknob, when all of a sudden you heard a feminine voice yell out, “oh yes, Nikki! Right there! I’m gonna cum, fuck, daddy please let me cum!” followed by Nikki saying, “cum, honey. Cum for daddy.” Both their sounds reaching a level that, in any other case, would surely get security called. You backed away slowly, moving your hand away from the door, hot tears welling in your eyes but you couldn’t be sure if it was from sadness or anger. If you had been paying attention you would have noticed Mick looking at you from down the hall, a look of pity in his eyes. You turned away from the door, wiping your eyes in the process only to bump into Vince.
“Woah there, princess. What’s got you in such a rush,” he managed to slur out, the effects of his most recent bump already messing with his speech. You went to wave him away when your arm was caught by Mick. His light eyes met yours and he promptly turned to Vince, “you didn’t hear? She’s going out with us tonight, blondie. Let’s go!” the guitarist yelled, pulling you down the hall and out the door towards a night you’re glad to forget.
The next morning you woke up in some guys’ hotel room. His name may have been Chad, or Max, or some other basic ass name. It was still early so you gathered your clothes off the floor and put them back on as quietly as possible so as to not wake whatshisname, prepared to do the walk of shame back to your apartment. You counted your blessings that this last show was in Los Angeles, but not before realizing that you were not as close to your apartment as you thought. Cursing your decisions that were brought on by alcohol and a little cocaine, you started walking in the direction of the Roxy, hoping to use their phone to try and call Vince or Mick to take you back. You didn’t even want to try and contact Nikki after that night. It was just sex. That’s all this was. You’re friends. That’s it.
For some reason whatever spiritual entity that exists up there had it out for you because no sooner had you gotten within fifty feet of the Roxy Nikki fucking Sixx himself pulled up, a look of anger etched onto his face, but his eyes told you everything. He was angry but he was high. Higher than a goddamn kite on a drug that would kill him before heal him and probably had been since after the show last night. Nikki pulled the car to a stop in front of you, effectively cutting you off.
“WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU!?” he yelled, causing you to wince at the volume adding onto your headache.
“I went out with Mick and Vince,” you answered nonchalantly, attempting to sidestep his car and walk around. You knew you didn’t like being around Nikki when he was high on heroin, hell even you had calmed down on the cocaine in the last year, not liking the way it made your head and body feel after one too many nights of abuse.
Nikki apparently didn’t like that answer and moved the car again to try and cut you off. “Why didn’t you come home? You went to the audience during the show and then I didn’t see you again. I wake up this morning and you’re not anywhere to be found at my place and I had to find out from fucking blondie of all people that you went home with some rando after hanging out at The Rainbow all night? Since when the fuck do you do that?” Nikki questioned, his voice raising with every sentence.
You rolled your eyes at his hysterics, answering him with the following statement, “since we’re not together, Sixx, remember? Since you decided to fuck groupie A or B all while knowing I had plans for us last night. So excuse me if I don’t want to fucking be around you right now but you’re not about to leave me sexually frustrated with no outlet. That’s not what this is.”
You pushed past the car and made your way to the front door of the Roxy. You could hear Nikki’s car tires squealing to a stop behind you which only seemed to make you walk faster. As you reached your hand out to the door of the theater, a strong hand caught your arm pulling you to a halt. You were turned around to face Nikki, an unreadable look on his face. You turned your head down at the ground, attempting to avoid his eyes. Knowing that the second you looked into them you’d cave. Nikki knew your avoidance tactics all too well and lifted your chin with his thumb and forefinger, moving a piece of hair out of your face in the process.
“Oh princess, come on. I feel real bad you had to hear that. Come on, forgive the Sixxter. I’ll make it up to you. I promise,” Nikki spoke softly, adding a pout for good measure at the end.
You took a moment to think his proposition through. You both knew that neither of you had a leg to stand on. This was strictly a platonic friends who fuck sometimes, situation. You’d both get over it soon, hopefully. Finally you responded with, “you’ll do that thing with your tongue I like?” a sly smirk appearing on your face, a near identical one matching on Nikki’s.
He did. Multiple times.
Early 1987- Recording of Girls, Girls, Girls
“Hey Tommy, check that out man!”
“What Vince, where!?”
The boys were recording the title song off their newest album “Girls, Girls, Girls” in the studio when Tommy and Vince decided to have some fun. You were waiting on the other side of the glass, wearing short leather shorts and a tank top cut so low on the sides they could see the black lacy bra underneath. During their break they talked amongst each other and decided that they wanted to fill in some of the music section towards the end of the song with a catcall. You happened to be the perfect, and closest, victim.
“Right there, man!”
“Hey!” Tommy followed his exclamation up with a wolf whistle.
“Hey baby you wanna go somewhere?” Vince shouted.
Both boys were making eyes at you, wiggling their eyebrows and Vince even made a v with his fingers and put it in front of his mouth, moving his tongue lewdly causing you to laugh and roll your eyes. Meanwhile, Nikki didn’t find any of their antics amusing. You were his and he couldn’t wait for the fucking song to be over. When the last chords were played and they received a thumbs up from the sound guy Nikki was out the door, practically yanking you out of the seat and over his shoulder.
“Hey! Sixx! Where you going?” Vince yelled, running to the door while Mick and Tommy just laughed in the background.
“Home!” Nikki responded, giving your ass a slap as the two of you made your way to his car. The whole car ride back to Nikki’s place he could barely keep his hands to himself. He wanted nothing more than to touch you, make you make those little noises he liked so much. When he pulled up at his house and turned the car off he was pulling the door open and heaving you back over his shoulder yet again, completely ignoring your squeals.
The second the door to his house shut behind him, Nikki had you pushed up against it. One hand reaching up to tangle in your hair while the other held you up against the door by your throat. You gasped at the sensation but that quickly turned into a moan as Nikki covered your lips with his in a rough kiss. You kissed back as hard as you could, attempting to gain some form of control over the situation but Nikki was having none of that. He moved briefly to pull your shorts and underwear down to your ankles, which you promptly kicked off, and returned to kissing you. With one hand tangled in your hair, Nikki moved the other that had previously been around your throat in between your legs where you needed him most. He didn’t give you enough time to mentally prepare before he was rubbing his fingers up and down your slit, adding enough pressure to tease what was to come. After rubbing your clit and simultaneously teasing your entrance, Nikki was happy with how wet you were and inserted two fingers, using his thumb to continue the figure eights around your clit. You were coming undone within minutes. Nikki reached into the drawer of the cabinet near his entryway and grabbed a condom, you had made him start keeping them everywhere since the start of your situation. Neither of you wanting a kid yet, or an STD.
You tried to reach down to his pants to help him out but Nikki swatted your hand away. “Not today, goddess. I’m going to fuck you,” he stated, moving his hands to push his pants down his thighs and remove his cock. He moved his hands to your ass, tapping lightly for you to jump. When your legs were wrapped around his waist you released a gasp as Nikki simultaneously groaned, sinking into your wet heat.
“You’re so tight, princess. So tight for daddy, hmm?” he asked, slowly pushing in and out of you. You wanted to answer, really you did. But the way he was moving you’d be lucky if you could get out a coherent sentence. But Nikki wanted an answer, and he was going to get an answer, one way or another. He used one arm to brace the two of you against the door and began to pick up the pace, pounding into you harder. His other hand slipping to your clit, pulling a pornographic moan out of you. “Say it, say you’re mine. Who owns you, princess?”
“You do!” you screamed, almost cumming at the rasp in his voice. Nikki continued fucking you at a ridiculous pace, his fingers moving faster around your clit.
“Say it, princess. Tell me. Tell me who owns this pussy, YN?” Nikki growled, feeling your walls flutter around him, seeing your eyes flutter closed in ecstasy.
“Fuck, you do daddy!” you screamed, not being able to take it anymore, Nikki’s lips pulling up into a cocky smirk.
“That’s right princess. You’re mine. Now cum, baby,” he growled in your ear before kissing you with what had to have been the passion of a thousand suns. You came on command. Your vision blurred with white spots as your walls clenched around him, ultimately triggering Nikki’s orgasm as he spilled into the condom.
This wasn’t normal. This wasn’t what friends with benefits were supposed to be. You knew that. Nikki knew that. So why the hell did it feel a lot more like the two of you had caught feelings than ever before...
July 1987- Girls, Girls, Girls Tour in Nashville, TN
Two years. It’s been almost two years since you and Nikki started this whole thing right here in Nashville on the Theater of Pain tour. You should’ve known it was a bad idea, getting into a friends with benefits with your best friend and known fuckboy Nikki Sixx. But you ignored all the warning signs. You ignored the pangs you’d feel deep in your heart when he’d sleep with one of the groupies after the shows instead of you. You’d ignore the hurt in your soul you’d feel when you would sleep with some random guy to forget about it. You’d ignored too much now. Ever since Girls, Girls, Girls had dropped and the band had been preparing for tour, you and Nikki had been fighting more. Fighting like a married couple, Tommy had said. That had just pissed Nikki off. Nikki was horribly jealous, going so far as to cockblock you whenever you went out, when he was cognizant of what was going on that is. The sexual frustration was beginning to piss you off. Because Nikki wasn’t doing anything about it. He was sleeping with whoever he wanted to sleep with, but heaven forbid if you wanted to sleep with someone that wasn’t him.
But you weren’t just fighting over who was sleeping with whom, or who WASN’T sleeping with whom. No. Nikki’s heroin addiction had reared its ugly head too many times. Over the last two years you had decided to cut out cocaine completely, leaving alcohol, sex, and the occasional joint as your vices. Nikki had started with dipping his toe in heroin, but now he was head first in the pool on the spoon every day. That’s how you ended up here, the fucking bar where all this started nearly two years ago. You’d pulled Nikki away from some redhead with huge tits after getting a clear look at his face. The man was gacked out of his mind. It was time for this to stop.
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, YN! COULDN’T YOU SEE THAT I WAS ABOUT TO GET SOME FUCKING PUSSY? WHAT COULD YOU POSSIBLY WANT?” Nikki practically screamed, causing angry tears to well up in your eyes.
“What am I doing? Nikki WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?” you responded, throwing his words back at him, “you are gacked out of your FUCKING MIND! You have to fucking stop it with the heroin, Sixx or you’re going to end up dead in your fucking mansion with nobody there to revive you! I don’t want that to happen to you, Nikki,” you added the last bit softly, trying not to garner too much attention.
Nikki scoffed at your concern and rolled his eyes, yanking his arm out of your hold. “Why do you fucking care, YN? You’re sure as fuck not my girlfriend. Hell, the way we fight now, I’m not so sure you’re even my friend anymore. We’re just two people who occasionally fuck.” he spat at you, causing your eyes to widen at his tone. You knew it was mostly the heroin talking but it didn’t hurt any less.
You stood there, mouth agape, unsure of what you would even say. Nikki huffed out a laugh and finished with, “So you can either back the fuck off and let me get back to Natasha over there, or you can get the fuck out of my life. Your fucking choice, princess.”
You were fuming. You were pissed. You knew this situation/relationship/friendship was either going to crash and burn in the future or right now. You couldn’t take it anymore, so you squared your shoulders and looked Nikki in the eye. “Fuck you, Nikki Sixx. Don’t come crying to me when you realize all the mistakes you’ve made have come back to bite you in the ass. Fuck your little heroin addled brain. I just hope for your sake, you don’t wind up dead. Goodbye, Nikki.” you hissed and turned around to head out the door. Nikki didn’t move to follow. Instead, he turned around to go back to Natasha. Mick, Tommy and Vince watched the whole thing go down and chased after you instead.
“YN! Where are you going?!” Vince.
“The bassist is an idiot! Don’t take that out on the rest of us!” Tommy.
“Guys, she’s gotta make the decision that’s best for her. And right now, that’s not us. We’ll see her again one day.” Mick.
You were crying hard at this point but you knew Mick was right. You needed to leave. You needed to leave Nikki Sixx. You needed to leave Mötley Crüe. You needed to make a life for yourself. Maybe one day, you’d be able to see them all again. But now, you needed time.
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It had been a set of unfortunate circumstances. Nikolai was going through a particularly turbulent rough patch. His episodes were occurring frighteningly frequently again, as though all of the progress he’d made over the last three years had suddenly vanished overnight, and the best anyone could hope for was that it was only temporary and would pass soon.
He’d been feverish again, though every effort had been made to combat that so that he would remain stable. Still, it took time to leave his system, and his healing factor was slower than usual, further hampering the situation. Nik hadn’t been able to leave the cage in days, a precaution for his safety, and that meant his family taking shifts to watch over him in case the side of him that seemed to hijack control during his blackouts attempted to harm him.
It was a small mercy that his grandfather was still visiting, meaning there was an extra pair of hands on deck to help out around the house and an extra person to watch over Nik while others got some sleep.
The hour was late, and the house was quiet.
Nikolai had woken up from his most recent bout of needing to be sedated with the steep dust system installed in the cell. Still, the episode had outlasted the dust’s effects this time around. Hence, the boy who had awoken was not in a pleasant mood, still groggy from being dosed and scowling up a storm. However, the threat of being put back under seemed to keep his self-destructive tendencies on a leash for now.
“Are you going to let me out yet? “he quizzed, knowing the answer, but he pushed his luck regardless.
“I’m afraid I cannot do that, at least for the time being,” the elder god replied calmly, seeming completely unfazed by the change in his grandson despite it being so upsetting for his parents to witness.
“What, in case I eat someone?” the boy leered.
“It is a matter of safety, yes, though more so your own than anyone you might harm since you seem only to target those proven to have hurt children.”
The boy’s eyes flicked up, a slight shift in his demeanor that seemed to be surprised.
“How did you...?”
“I know a lot of things, Nikolai.”
“Your precious little Nikki isn’t here, old man. Don’t you know that?”
“Oh, but he is. I’m looking at him right now,” Erebus countered. “And I am talking to him.”
“Don’t waste your breath. He can’t hear you right now.”
“Perhaps, but part of him is listening nonetheless.”
The boy saw what Erebus was getting at, taking a beat too long in responding to pretend that he didn’t.
“So? What’s your point?”
“My point is that, no matter what you choose to call yourself, you are still my grandson.”
“Is this the part where you try to appeal to my good side?”
“I’m simply stating that I recognize what you are.”
“Oh? And what is that, exactly?”
“The part of my grandson that remembers what happened to him.”
“Wow, clever. A real fucking eye-opener there, gramps. As if Nikki-boy’s therapist hadn’t already worked that one out? What other revelations have you got for me, hm, Captain fucking Obvious?”
“You don’t really want to hurt Nikolai.”
“I thought you said I was him?”
“You are, and you are the part of him that is in pain.”
“Again, not hearing anything new here….”
“You hurt yourself because you feel as though it’s the only way to get anyone to pay attention to your pain. You do it because you want them to see how much you are hurting, and you don’t know any other way to show them that is more effective than by spilling blood.”
The boy went quiet, another witty remark dying on his tongue as his grandfather summed up the driving force behind his behavior.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about…” he muttered, expression souring into a pout.
“That’s possible, but what if I am correct?” Erebus inquired, approaching the glass that separated them both. “Do you know what some animals do when caught in a trap? They lash out and bite anything that comes near, even if that thing is trying to help them. Some even gnaw off their trapped limb to free themselves.”
“How is that relevant?”
“Because right now I see that fourteen-year-old boy, trapped in the memory of what was done to him, fighting like hell to be free of it, even at the cost of hurting others and losing a piece of himself to escape it,” Erebus answered plainly. “Tell me I’m wrong, and I’ll believe you.”
The boy in the cage looked away, trying to hide the faltering in his hostility as he fought to push his emotions down and control them once more.
When he turned back, his grandfather was no longer on the other side of the glass but inside the cage with him.
It startled him enough to make him jump, unsure how Erebus had managed it without physically opening the cell door since the whole thing had been spelled and warded up to the eyeballs to keep Nik safely confined and unable to escape.
“I know none of us can begin to imagine how much it must hurt, Nikolai,” Erebus stated gently, slowly moving closer, keeping his hands visible to not spook the boy further.
“Stop calling me that!” he spat in reply, his resolve crumbling. “I told you, he can’t hear you….”
“Then I’m telling you this. I know the pain is more than you can bear, and I know you’re scared, and that’s okay. You don’t have to hurt yourself to get my attention. I am listening, and I will stay here and listen for as long as you need,” the elder god affirmed. “And if you need me to talk to your mother on your behalf, I will do so, no matter what you have to say or how difficult it may be to hear.”
“Why are you doing this?”
“Because it has become clear to me that you need to be heard in a way that does not involve bloodshed, and whichever part of you called to ask for my help understood that hurting yourself is not getting you anywhere other than spending more and more time locked in here.”
The boy fell silent for a long moment, considering the old god’s words before he let a sniffle loose, his head hanging low as his posture sagged.
“I’m just so tired…” he whispered, voice cracking with exhausted desolation.
“I know you are, dear boy. Enduring what you have for as long as you have, and while still so young, is terrible beyond words, and admittedly, I, too, am not at all pleased with your aunts on this one. You deserved better than this. You deserve better.”
The boy broke down sobbing, looking so much younger at that moment as the broken, frightened child inside the older teen stopped fighting against efforts to help him for just a moment.
Erebus moved in to comfort his grandson, pulling him into a gentle but firm embrace and making soothing sounds.
“I promise you, you don’t have to suffer this alone,” he murmured, cradling the boy as though he was physically still that small child the elder god had carried around so often when he was little and fussing terribly.
“Let us help you.”
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1. Does your character have good aim?
2. What would history remember your character for?
3. Does your character prefer to work in silence or with noise and of what kind?
4. Has your character ever been handcuffed or tied up?
5. Can your character cook?
6. Who did your character look up to as a child?
7. Do any of your characters have depression?
8. Who has the worst luck?
for Dee mofo
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1. Does your character have good aim?
Dee has pretty good aim! Her dad taught her gun use and safety from a young age. She gets in a she keeps in a safe by her bed once she's 18, and she desperately regrets not bringing it to the Upside Down lmao. I imagine she'll change that for whatever happens in s5. That being said, I think she's probably not as experienced with guns as Nancy is, as she uses hers maybe once a year just to keep herself from getting rusty before.... *gestures at the plot of the show* all that.
2. What would history remember your character for?
Idk what she'd be remembered for overall, but i feel like she'd like to be remembered for doing her best to keep everyone safe from the horrors of the Upside Down. and, deep down, she probably wants to be remembered for telling Vecna to fuck himself to his face(i want this to happen but we shall see how the final season goes!). she at least got to do it to the Mind Flayer, so that was something lol
3. Does your character prefer to work in silence or with noise and of what kind?
Noise, for sure! Dee almost always has music of some kind playing, be it from headphones when she's around others or on stereo when she's alone. if she's by herself or with VERY certain people(Eddie, eventually Steve and Robin), you can also catch her dancing to whatever she's got playing as she goes about her day.
4. Has your character ever been handcuffed or tied up?
She's never been handcuffed by the law! She likes to brag that unlike Danny and Eddie, she's never been flat-out caught doing punk shit(being spotted is another story entirely). As for in other contexts? Probably eventually, lmao. I do headcanon Eddie as a bitchless loser, but i also headcanon that he's probably one of those dudes who, once he finally gets a girlfriend, he wants to try ALL kinds of stuff lmao. it's not off the table but i havent gotten that far yet haha
5. Can your character cook?
Dee is a great cook, and makes most of the meals in both her own household(s) and in the Munson household, once she starts spending more time there. She begins bringing the Munson men Thanksgiving and Christmas holiday dinners in the first year she's in Hawkins, and it becomes a tradition going forward. She makes everything save for the turkey/ham(respectively), which are made by her dad.
6. Who did your character look up to as a child?
She's always looked up to her brother the most, especially when she was younger. She definitely had a bit of younger sibling idolization going on. She's just always admired his free spirit and his bravery, and later on, once he gets more serious about growing up and not being a menace all the time, she's incredibly proud of him for choosing a career that helps others.
Also, not directly related but close enough in topic to bring up, she does have several posters/magazine clippings in her room of musicians she thinks are hot(not quitethe same as "looking up to them" but FUCK IT WHATEVER LOL). Some of them include Robert Plant, Kelly Nickels, Nikki Sixx, Dave Mustaine, Eddie Van Halen, and Jon Bon Jovi(which Eddie makes fun of her for CONSTANTLY when he finds out).
7. Do any of your characters have depression?
I wouldn't necessarily say Dee has depression, but I do think she is a very lonely person when she first moves to Hawkins, and it takes quite a bit for her to open up to others, so that doesn't help much either. Becoming friends with Eddie, and eventually the younger Hawkins group(during her stint working at the arcade) and Steve and Robin(after the events of s3 obvs) helps her come out of her shell quite a bit. Thought, that does obviously change pretty dramatically with Eddie's death.
8. Who has the worst luck?
I'd say Dee has pretty shit luck for the fact that she only gets about five months in canon with her and Eddie actually going steady lmao. i always have to hurt my OCs in some way :D
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Into The Horizon - The Titles - The Conclusion
BEYOND THE HORIZON
Stories For A New Day
So, apparently my brain wasn’t done dreaming after all that shit. It needed to make me suffer more.
To combat it, I started writing NON-Dream fics in the same universe.
The following stories are a blend of dream and freeform stories within the universe that serve as either prequels, epilogues, or asides.
Oh! Fun thing, there was an ENTIRE story here that was exclusively Zowens as it happened in the Alternate Universe after Shane was abducted. So in case any of you wanted a single story that was exclusively them, stay tuned. It’s the first one of the lot.
Story 1 - L'histoire de toujours
(The History of Forever)
This one isn’t specifically divided into chapters as much as it is divided into sections. Listed below are the opening lines of each section.
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The first time Kevin saw Generico, he hated him.
The first time Kevin met Sami, his chest tightened.
The first time Kevin and Sami had coffee, it was after the October show.
The first time Kevin saw Sami wrestle, he couldn’t believe it.
The first time he wrestled Generico, there was electricity in the air.
The first time Kevin beat Sami for the title was two months later.
The first time Kevin wrestled Sami out of the country was a match in Philadelphia for CZW.
The first time Kevin got a gift from Sami was around Christmas time in Hollywood.
The first time Kevin realized he was in love with Sami was in 2006.
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Story 2 – Dreams and Nightmares
WE RETURN TO SHANE AND TINA!
This one has shifting POV again, but the parts aren’t long enough to qualify as chapters, so the opening lines are just the section headers.
Tina was fighting for the championship.
Tina woke up in a cold sweat
Shane was watching the action from the stands for a change.
Shane woke up screaming
Tina didn’t get to have her conversation
Shane always knew his wife was a survivor.
Tina was sick of the nightmares
Onto Story 3!
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Story 3 – Phoning A Forgotten Home
Still on Tina, this time without Shane’s POV!
Same format as the last two, stay with me here.
Tina was surprised when the phone rang
Tina was expecting
Tina was so happy for her friends
Tina knew the clock was ticking
Tina had figured their luck would run out
Tina had been dreading this moment for years
Tina’s comm unit was failing
Tina was in mourning all over again
Note, story 4 is this exact same section of stuff, but from Billie’s POV!
Story 4 – Conversations With Dead People
Billie’s POV
Billie had finally reunited with her sisters
Billie was trying her best
Billie never thought she’d be a housewife
Billie was still watching wrestling
Billie was certain the world was ending
Billie was somehow surviving despite the chaos
This story concludes Billie and Nikki’s part in the saga.
Story 5 – The Gift of The Faeyth
Story 5 is a short, tragic story I dreamed about alternate-lifetime versions of Sami and Kevin called Celine and Kaelynn. It’s pretty bad, no really. The dream didn’t have enough depth to be turned into a full story and when I tried, it came out like shit.
It is what it is. I’ll probably post a blurb.
Moving on.
Story 6 – A Song of Light and Darkness
IMPORTANT NOTE
This story is straight up DARK FIC. No really, it’s got some seriously FUCKED UP elements in it so it’s being put behind a cut and if I ever do write a blurb on this it will be heavily trigger warning-ed.
I mean it, it’s BAD. I hate myself that I dreamed this shit and I wanted to throw up when I woke up, but it’s part of the story so I’m presenting it with the explanation of this being the product of my despicable unconscious mind that likes to have me murder people in my sleep (in case you hadn’t noticed)
Anyway, this story involves the Songminder. Just a heads up
Zir final message
The day Zhe arrived
Zir joy
The day Zhe met Shane
Zir sadness
The day Zhe created Cathal (Note: This section is the fucked up one and yeah, I hate it)
Zir apology
The day Tina finds the recording
Shane’s gratitude
Bleh. Enough of THAT
Anyway, that’s the end of all of these.
The final two parts of “Beyond The Horizon” are too short to have section breakdowns but for the record, I’m absolutely going to post Story 7 IN FULL once I post the blurbs about part 3 because it is pure Zowens fluff and I have wanted to post it for ages now in the hopes that I would get to its section in the story but FUGG IT, it’s getting posted anyway!
And, not that it matters, but Story 8 is the conclusion of the entire saga and is fully written (and short) so I might post it on here. Who knows.
Anyway, if you’ve paid attention through all of this, thanks. You’re a real soldier.
Kind of like Tina.
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lovebug (Tom Holland)
GIF is from gaybuckybarnes here on Tumblr. You can access my masterlist here. This was written for @worldoftom’s lolbrosgetsicktoochallenge. The prompt I had was: ‘Tom self diagnoses himself as sick. He’s got all the symptoms. He’s speechless, over the edge and just breathless. He never thought he’d get hit by the ‘love-bug’ again’. Inspired by the song Lovebug by Jonas Brothers!
A/N: Y/N is an assistant director on Cherry in this fic. This has a lot of Cherry (the movie) references but most are explained if you haven’t seen the film. Such as, it was filmed in Cleveland and Morocco, directed by Joe and Anthony Russo. Some scenes in this fic borrow from the movie & I’ve linked clips from the film if you’d like to listen/watch along. WC: 4K.
“Yeah, Mum, I’ve just got like the sorest throat at the moment.” Nikki’s picture cuts in and out on a scrambled screen on the South side of London, her husband’s hand periodically reaching out for her, rubbing her shoulder, then leaving the frame almost as quickly as it came in. Even through the low quality, the pixels dashing about his screen, Tom can make out his mother’s brows knitting together and can’t remove the feeling of utter guilt when he sees her grow redder and redder out of anger, concern and confusion for her son. “But I’ve got Harry here with me.” Harry waves from behind his brother, his trusty mug swapped for a Phoenix Coffee Cup in his spare hand, just to get a taste of the States.
Tom reckons that's why he’s sick. He barely drinks coffee on the other side of the pond, and would bet good money that an at home PG Tips would beat America’s swankiest coffee joint any day. But now, he’s betrayed his usual routine and his body’s all out of whack and his throat is hoarse, he’s breathless even at times.
Harry shoots his mum a half smile to comfort her, but he doesn’t know what it's like to be a mother, and his and Tom’s mouth both form an ‘O’ when Nikki begins to type so hard her screen jolts and Tom swears she’s put a dent in it. “You know what? I’m going to give them a piece of my mind, Tom! They’re overworking you!” Nikki looks intensely to find her baby boy in drug-addled eyes and his jungle of curls on his newly shaven head. She guesses it becomes easier when Tom pushes his face halfway into the screen and pleads like the child he’ll always be to her, “Please, please Mum! I can’t have any days off. Under any circumstances, I need to finish this film!”
Tom turns to his younger brother for help. “Tell her, Harry!”
And as little brothers do best, Harry spills the beans as soon as Tom’s phone is in clutch. “Tom’s fallen in love with the first A.D., Y/N.”
Nikki immediately loses her frown, knowing how love can knock Tom off his feet and blow all the wind out of him. Tom’s father, Dom, re-enters the frame to match Nikki’s grin. He never misses an opportunity to tease. “Oo, caught a case of the love bug, have you?”
Harry has to whip the phone around to dodge Tom’s protesting arms reaching for it again. “Don’t listen to Harry. I’m not in love. I just like Y/N.”
“A lot.” Harry mutters. Tom’s family doesn’t budge any further, knowing how bad Tom was hurt after his last relationship. They weren't sure when the love bug would come back to bite him again. So after they all shared a knowing look, Harry handed Tom his phone back. “I’ll keep you updated. Bye, Mum.”
It all started five weeks ago. Tom, at 24, was beginning to feel like love was trudging up a high hill he couldn’t come down from, where every beat of heart was feeling like an ache on an open wound. Tom had yet to meet a lover to prove distance makes the heart grow fonder, finding himself in six month long entanglements and illusions of love before things inevitably went sour.
He’d say, perhaps, you were the closest thing to the real deal. The problem was, he didn’t know if you liked him back.
“When life was beginning, I saw -”
“When life was-”
“When life was be-fuck!”
“When life was beginning, I saw you.”
Tom could make a picture book out of the day he first met you. He remembers how your hair looked that day, the speckles of genuinity in your eyes, how your ear-to-ear smile seemed to be a mirror because every time he saw you from then on, he brandished the same beam. He recalls how his eyes went low as he dropped his script to his lap and stared at your lips, so soft and kissable, as you repeated his words back to him: “When life was beginning, I saw you.” Then you chuckled softly as Tom waited patiently for his head and his heart to return to him.
“I’m sorry. I’m dyslexic. I have a bit of trouble reading.”
“It’s cool, I'm the first A.D. That’s what I’m here for.”
You rubbed your hands on the back of your trousers, your mic jostling in your back pocket as you attempted to rid yourself of your nervous, sweaty palms.
“I’m Y/N.” You reached out for a shake only for Tom to cough loudly into his own hand.
“Fuck! I’m so sorry! That wasn’t me trying to get out of your handshake. I- I-.” Tom looked at his hand for it had failed him for the first time in his life. His hand that had helped him up during handstands, being his crutch through cartwheels and backflips, but had decidedly run out of luck to be on the receiving end of Tom’s monstrous cough impending a handshake with someone his eyes just couldn’t look away from.
You laugh again. Your laugh sounds like melody, Tom muses. Awestruck, he wishes he could play it again, repeat it like a radio hit and never wash himself of the feeling he got when he heard your laugh for the first time.
“It’s all good. I’ll see you around.” You disappear from his trailer, likely on a venture to your own, when Joe and Anthony block his view of you walking away.
Anthony and Joe take on the ghost of you in Tom’s room, “Tom! The man, the myth and the legend!” Joe comes behind him to rub his newly hairless head. “We’re so glad you agreed to do this movie!”
“Bummed that you’re not coming to the Browns game tonight, though.” Anthony remarks, throwing a football at Joe who sets it in his lap.
“Harry and I, we’re British, mate. We play football with our feet.”
Joe doesn’t know it then, but his next words are the beginning of the end for Tom. He rubs on his football and looks Tom in his eye when he poses, “It’s a shame ‘cause the whole crew’s going. First day of filming celebrations.”
“The whole crew?”
Anthony mumbles an ‘mhm’ as he picks up a framed photo of Tom and RDJ sitting pretty on Tom’s dresser, posing like father and son.
Tom’s usually self assured when he’s on set, but he’s hesitant to say this next improvised line. His voice trails off as he speaks. “Including Y/N?”
“Y/N?” Joe queries, with a smile that’s half scary and half comforting, and the butterflies in Tom’s stomach are begging him not to fuck this up and suddenly every second a word is not spoken feels like hours have passed and he might have ruined things before they’ve even started, gosh he just met you and-
Tom tries to play it cool. “I don’t- they’re cool.” Tom coughs again. “I mean, I don’t really know them but Y/N seems cool I guess.”
Anthony and Joe smile at each other, scrambling to exit. “Whole crew’s going, baby!” Joe beams.
“Please don’t tell Y/N I asked!” Tom shouts before they’re out of earshot.
“Yeah, yeah. Anthony, go long!”
A few hours later, Tom was sitting next to an unamused Harry, you on his left, foam fingers pointing every which way.
“Are you a big football fan?” Tom asked, imposter syndrome creeping up on him. He had the best seats in the house, but knew not a thing about this sport he’d come down to watch. Meanwhile, crew and crowd alike sat themselves around you guys, cheering leaving throats raw for days to come and a tussle for a foam finger between Joe and Anthony leading to hundreds of sugary popcorn shells scattered on the stadium floor.
“I mean, I wouldn’t ever turn down the option to look at Odell Beckham Jr. Are you?” you replied.
Tom looked over to his brother who sat with his chin in his hand, lips pulled into a thin straight line as his rusty curls were blown about from the wind of brown and orange flags flown from fans behind him. “We could learn to love it.” Tom flashed you a toothy grin, unsure of where to guide the conversation next. He knew for sure that he wanted to keep talking to you, but his ego began putting up a fight, eager to show himself off if you’d have him in any way. Tom sighed. “Truth is, we have no fucking clue what’s going on.” Tom could hear the commentary about a player reaching the end zone, but they were all just words that went into one ear then came straight out of the other.
You giggled. “I have no idea either. We could make up our own rules if you want.”
Tom likes the way you think. He also likes the way you speak. He loves the way you laugh.
“You have a beautiful laugh.”
You covered your mouth. “Oh, fuck, I hate my laugh!”
“I’d make you laugh a thousand times if I could.”
You pointed to the jumbo screen as Mayfield made a touchdown, unable to stop laughing from sheer nerves as you felt Tom’s hot, burning haze on you. An advert for Cleveland’s Own Phoenix Coffee flashed on the screen as you spoke. “We’ll make our own rules. Every time we see the quarterback pick up the ball, we’ll cheer.”
By the end of the night, Tom is speechless, breathless and over the edge of his chair in faux excitement and anticipation of the quarterback receiving the ball once again.
“Another coffee?” The service worker asked.
“Yes please!” You and Tom both say in unison, pumped as the quarterback began circling around to collect the ball in open arms.
The footage of the game is cut abruptly as the camera points to a confused, solo Harry; Anthony and Joe are seen at the edge of the frame whispering suggestively and pointing towards Tom, the camera eventually capturing the superstar who looks back up at his own reflection. Poorly green screened hearts flood the screen and the camera pans to include you in the frame too. Tom looks on in horror when he realises what’s going on and how it could be too late, and turns to you.
“I promise I didn’t know this was going on. We don’t have to.” Tom panics.
You hear him loud and clear, that you don’t have to, but your heart and eleven thousand people are telling you to kiss him otherwise. “Oh well. We should just do it.” you murmur, the bright pink ‘KISSCAM’ logo flashing in and out.
It doesn’t take more than a moment for the gap between you and Tom to close, for your face to get lost behind his, his lips pressing against yours, eyes closed, trusting each other to share your air. This was probably the first thing that night worth cheering for, howls and whistles erupting around you.
Tom doesn’t understand American football, but he thinks that the best seats in the house could be anywhere next to you.
Harry’s on the phone to his twin brother, Sam, when you and the rest of the crew make it back to the hotel later on. “-Yeah, and Tom spent half the night with the first A.D. cheering and screaming at fuck all.”
The Cleveland Browns lost that night, but Tom remains none the wiser. He stood in the doorway as Harry continued to relay his day to Sam. “Oh, and Tom, Mum said to give her a call, eavesdropper.” He flicks Tom’s reddening nose before closing the door.
A week and a half later, Tom reckons that's why he’s sick. He never has the time anymore to attend ‘real’ football games back home, and he actually understands the game back in Britain. But now, he’s cheered at almost every given opportunity to impress you stupidly, and his chest and voice is suffering as a consequence.
You and Tom walked onto set with your pinkies intertwined, growing closer and closer by the minute, but Tom doesn’t miss how Ciara’s boyfriend visits set every day for her, doesn’t miss how they rub their nose together in this lovey-dovey affection he wishes he could bestow upon you.
The scene wasn’t working.
The crew was beginning to grow restless and Tom silently became more frustrated as the minutes went by and he was unable to get his lines right. He remembers how a week ago, it felt so easy. You were there to correct him when he stumbled upon his lines and you picked him up so effortlessly, a twinkling smile on your face. But then? Then you were different. Your eyes were scrunched up behind the lens of the camera and you were mumbling something to Anthony about how the sun was due to go down in Ohio soon so you needed to hurry along.
“Alright.” you announced. “Take five!”
And Tom was thankful, Ciara perched upon a swing for the scene they were filming, Tom dwindling the rope of the swing under his finger as her boyfriend approached her once again. “Hey dude, are you okay?”
Ciara looked at Tom with the same concern, hands finding home in her boyfriend’s nest of hair. “Yeah, Tom, are you okay?”
Tom coughed into his hand. “Yeah, guys, I’m good.”
“I think you’re coming down with a nasty cough.” Ciara muttered.
“Yeah. It’s you guys. You’re too cute. You make me sick.” Tom laughed humourlessly for a short while, wanting to be that adorable with someone, maybe not anyone, maybe just with you someday. Then Tom shook his head, a bitter feeling in his throat as he yawned. “It’s the Browns game. I was yelling and screaming every time a quarterback got the ball. Of course I’m a little unwell. I’ll be good as new in a few days though.”
Ciara already knew Tom wasn’t playing a man with the healthiest of habits, but she worried that Tom was getting this bad this early. “Maybe you should talk to the first A.D. about reducing shoot days from five to three?”
Tom didn’t like the prospect of seeing you less. “Yeah.” Harry had a clapperboard between his hands, leading Tom’s eyebrows to furrow as his brother yelled something about it being take 13. “Maybe.”
Harry resumed to a new position in your chair, with you taking Harry’s place right across from Tom, a coffee waiting for him when the scene was over like Harry always did. Ciara’s boyfriend left the frame to watch supportively on the sidelines.
“Lights. Camera. Action!” Anthony called. “Time is money, you guys! Let’s try to get this one right this time.”
They’d been over this already twelve times today.
“Hey, I’m really happy you’re here.”
Ciara read her line back. “Why’s that?”
Tom could hear whispers of the crew, the sound guy glaring at them in case they were picked up in the scene, and he knew it had something to do with the fact that he couldn’t for some reason get the next line out all day. And that reason, unbeknownst to everyone, was because Tom couldn’t say something he didn’t mean - feeling like his heart was locked in a cage for which only you had the key. He looked past his co-star, Ciara, and up at you; feeling so close but you were far away, leaving him all day without anything to say. And overcoming his speechlessness and breathlessness, even in just that moment, he ran his hand over the rope to say, “Cause I like you. A lot.”
Ciara and the rest of the crew broke into a wide smile once Tom finally spoke his next line, but the only person Tom was focused on was you, who wasn’t smiling, but mouthing his words back to him.
Ciara breathed, “Shut up.”
And Tom’s sure to look you in the eye when he says, “I really do.”
When the filming for the day is said and done, Tom makes a beeline for you across the greenery. You hand over his coffee to him, “It’s a little cold now, but a warm hand is holding it.”
Tom quirks an eyebrow. “Are you inviting me to hold your hand?”
“Don’t push your luck.”
“You swapped jobs with Harry, I saw.”
“Yeah, well. It’s good he gets to grips with the job now. You know, in case anything changes.” You pulled your phone out of your pocket. “I should probably give you my number. In case anything changes.”
“Oh no, yeah. Your number is?”
“216-XXX-XXX. Speaking of changes, I heard you’re trying to get your days reduced.”
“You were eavesdropping?” Tom looks at your face that bears no trace of guilt. “You’re just like me!” He pulls you close.
“Tom, if what happened today is because you’re working too much, I’m happy to reduce your time.”
“Nah, nah.” Tom sniffles, rubbing his nose on a jacket probably worth more than your life. “I’m just a bit sick, s’all. I’ll be fine.”
Two weeks pass and Tom’s no better. With the Cleveland game nearly a month ago, Tom has nothing to blame and as first A.D., you’re obligated to reduce his hours. Tom’s on the phone with his mother when you approach his trailer.
“Don’t listen to Harry. I’m not in love. I just like Y/N.”
“A lot. I’ll keep you updated. Bye, Mum.”
You’re so quick to skip happily back to your trailer that you miss Harry calling out to his brother, he’s his protector now that his mother was countries apart. “Tom?” Harry starts.
Tom mumbles an ‘mhm’, hoping Harry would make it quick as he sees you FaceTiming him. If only his mother could see him like this. He’d get to call her tomorrow and tell her he’d called you for the first time yesterday, he could hardly wait to utter, 'I've finally found the missing part of me’. Harry sighs as the FaceTime ringing is relentless. Tom’s eyebrows threaten to meet in the middle of his face as he clutches onto his phone.
“Tom.” Harry begins. “Y/N is giving up assistant director.”
Tom’s really not sure where Harry gets the source of his information from, but he’s sure this isn’t true. He thinks you’d tell him before his brother if you were leaving the film behind, leaving him behind.
The film is due to move filming to Morocco soon, and Tom’s well aware that not all film crew joins them when production moves abroad, but to Tom, you’re an extension of this movie universe. And Tom refuses to leave the memories of you in this filming cycle. “How’d you know?”
“I’m taking over.” Tom’s screen lights up with the glow of your call, and as bright as it is, as bright as you are, as bright as your smile surely is on the other end of the phone call, Tom’s in his deepest darkest feelings wondering how he fooled himself into thinking romance could go right for him this time.
He’s going to Morocco. You’re not. You’re funny, smart, promising, beautiful. You’ll find someone good for you, a better pair by the time he’s back.
“That doesn’t mean it won’t work out, man.” Tom sulks in his bed, the light from your constant calls bleeding through his bed sheets. “I just wanted to warn you.” Tom nods, screaming into his pillow. Harry decides that’s his cue to leave, a glimmer of light from outside seeping through the crack of the door as Harry escorts himself. Tom musters all his might and courage to reluctantly answer your phone, the ear-to-ear grin he knows so well greeting him once again.
Suddenly, he forgot how to speak. Hopeless, breathless, couldn’t you see that?
“Tom?” You call out his name a few times before cutting straight to the point. “Do you like me?”
Tom shifts slightly but not enough to show that he’s alarmed. “Huh? Yeah, I like you.”
He sits up, but doesn’t reciprocate the outrageous smile you wear like a heart on your sleeve. Tom’s eyes are sunken, dark circles forming under his eyes where he and his disturbed character become one. You suddenly remember why you shouldn’t have run away so fast, perhaps Tom was overworking himself. He continues, “But I’m an emotionally unavailable hopeless romantic. So I wouldn’t waste your time on me.”
Tom can’t help the hurt in his heart when he sees your smile drop so suddenly, knowing it was earnest. “Tom, what are you saying?”
“I’m saying, life is unfair. And I’m gonna quit while I’m ahead. We wouldn’t work out. And I like our friendship now. We should stay that way.”
You’re not convincing when you nod rapidly, not letting Tom see your face as you play with your fingers to avoid his gaze. “Yeah, I agree.” You’re much less convincing when the last frame Tom caught of you was a shot of tears dripping down your face, as three rings followed you. Tom’s screen went black in your absence, and Tom falls asleep with eyes even redder from crying, and he wonders when he’s gonna shake this sickness.
It’d been a few days since Tom had got his shots to allow him to go to Morocco. He sat opposite the doctor on set, a coffee cup placed on the desk between him.
Tom reckons that's why he’s sick. Shots always have their side effects, and he’d taken multiple shots in one day. And now, he specifically asked for you to hold his hand during the process, Harry branded in a glinting jaw-drop, only for you to leave directly after.
“I’m speechless, constantly feeling over the edge, breathless.” Tom explains his symptoms to the doctor. “At first I thought it was because of that stupid football game, then all the coffee I’m drinking, now I don’t know if it’s the shots. I feel like shit, doc.”
“I know exactly what you’re dealing with.”
“What?”
“Lovebug.”
Tom stares at the doctor in utter bewilderment. “You figured that out based on my symptoms?”
“I figured that out based on the puppy dog eyes you gave for your first A.D. when they left without a word.” The doctor begins to laugh softly, but Tom is unamused. How is he supposed to shake this illness after completely ruining your relationship? How is he supposed to mend your bond after talking so recklessly, so emotionally? “Tom, I’m not here to be a fairy godmother, I’m being strictly medical. At a certain point, what you feel in your mind affects your body. So I prescribe that you talk to Y/N and say everything you need to say.”
And while that seemed easy enough, Tom’s ego was at work again, and Tom was feeling far too bruised and wounded to speak to you first. Surely if you cared enough, if you liked him back, if you were willing to be distanced, you would reach out first.
It seems Tom’s pride had forgotten that you already did.
“I heard that this is the exact shit that happened in Cleveland, and he couldn’t get the line out.” Tom hears the whisperings from behind the camera, the amount of familiar faces in the crew dwindling after the change in location. He doesn’t respond. He waits for someone to take five. And when no one throws him a bone, he asks Harry to.
“Alright, everyone take five.”
“Someone get this kid a fucking coffee, he’s always on edge.” Joe instructs.
“And you think giving a kid in twenties coffee is taking him off edge?” Anthony chuckles.
Tom doesn’t care whether or not he gets the coffee, rocking side to side. He’s got all the motion for this role, but he feels nothing. All he felt was for you.
“Here.” Harry sets a Moroccan mint tea down next to Tom, hoping it would calm him down. When Tom takes a few sips, the look in his eyes is less pleading, and everyone’s ready to rumble, this being the last scene of the day.
Harry feeds Tom the line. “Baby, are you seeing bad things?” Tom is seeing bad things. A life without love, a life without you. Unable to contain it all, Tom turns his frustration into laughter. “Why are you calling me baby for, man?” Tom has this ear-to-ear grin but even he feels it's not as innocent, as genuine as yours. He never knew a smile so wide could be so full of pain.
“I have an idea.” Harry saunters off to collect his phone. “Don’t stop rolling the cameras.”
When Harry comes back, there’s sounds of shifting erupting from his phone. “Hi, Tom.”
Tom didn’t know it would be so bittersweet to hear your voice again. He wasn’t sure if he should put walls up again or if twice was the charm. Even if you worked out in the short term, whose to say Tom wouldn’t get hurt again? And Tom wouldn’t want to hurt you.
“Are they taking good care of you out there? I don’t think I took good care of you.” Tom doesn’t say anything on the other side of the line, so you continue. “I’m not a good A.D. if you’re always sick and tired, and I didn’t want to see you any less, which was selfish of me, so I didn’t change your schedule.” You sigh as you admit why you left. “When you asked, though, I swear I was gonna do it, but then I heard you liked me, and I got carried away. I had to remove myself from the situation to do what’s best for you. Do you understand me? I did it for you.”
“I, uh, I got a diagnosis.” Tom stumbles.
“Oh my gosh, are you seriously sick?”
“I’m speechless. Over the edge, breathless.” Tom laughed dryly, finally feeling like he can choose an ending.
“What did they say it was?”
“Lovebug.” Harry smiles softly at his brother.
Your laugh is like nectar entering Tom’s ear.
“I might just love you way too much, Y/N.”
“Are you sure you’re doin’ okay?” Tom tries his best not to sound dejected that you didn’t say it back, knowing he’s already felt the brunt of this heartache already.
“I just miss you, that’s all.”
“I miss you too. I love you.” Joe stops recording, and Harry lowly whispers ‘take.fucking.five.’ as he and the crew creep away from Tom’s new found love scene.
“Anthony, can I borrow your phone?” Harry begins to type Nikki’s number as soon as Anthony gives over the phone. “Mum, Tom just told the first A.D. he’s in love with them so guess who’s out of a job?”
Tom knows why he’s sick. He used to feel like love was trudging up a high hill he couldn’t come down from, where every beat of heart was feeling like an ache on an open wound. Tom had yet to meet a lover to prove distance makes the heart grow fonder, finding himself in six month long entanglements and illusions of love before things inevitably went sour. But now, Tom has found you.
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Carnival First Date with Tommy One Shot
Carnival First Date with Tommy One Shot
Word Count: 2001
Summary: Based on the head cannon from a few weeks ago. Tommy takes you to the carnival on a first date. He’s just a fun time to be around and you get to experience the various sides he has
Note: feedback is always welcome. Messages me any requests you have! Thanks for reading
Tommy was drumming his hands against the steering wheel, shooting nervous looks up at the front door. He was waiting for his date to come out. He had met this chick a couple weeks ago at a bar where she was a waitress. He had been doing every day asking her to go out, only to get that pretty little smile and a laugh as she declined him. Until today at lunch where he had been talking to Nikki about the carnival in town when she had been walking by. He had perked up seeing her and instantly invited her to go out with him expecting the usual no. She had slapped her address down on the table telling him she’d see him at 6pm. Now it was 5:59 and he was wondering if he should go knock on the door.
The front door flew and he saw the mess of brown curls out of your usual ponytail. You were wearing these tiny shorts, Converse and a cropped top to try and stay cool in the summer heat. You were letting the metal door slam shut, heart racing looking around until your eyes found him. Tommy smiled as you did a small wave, jogging over to the car tossing your bag inside the open window before jumping in.
“Hey, thanks for picking me up.” It was weird going out with this guy who had been hitting on you nonstop for weeks.
“Thanks for putting out of my misery and finally going out with me.” As soon as he revved the engine you grabbed hold of the door, your heart sinking as he sped through traffic. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind that you were going to puke tonight.
Tommy was like an over excited chimpanzee when you pulled into the dirt parking lot. His eyes were blazing in excitement as he climbed out the car over to your side and pulling the door open.
“We need to hold hands so we don’t get lost.” He was weaving his fingers into yours, a perfect fit. It was easy with how smooth he was. He was running, skipping and into the gates. Before you could pull your money out he was getting you bracelets for the rides tonight and letting go of your hand to put it on.
“Do you want to get on rides first or get something to eat?” You asked as he walked towards the excitement with your hands together once more.
“We should get the fried Oreos and maybe some cotton candy..Ohhh they have fresh donuts.” you suddenly were worried that maybe he would be the one that puked.
Tommy ate two full orders of fried Oreos, a chocolate milk shake, popcorn, and even decided to share his fried dough with you.
He’s so easy to joke with and you’re laughing so hard your stomach hurts. You’re holding hands as he runs to get you guys in line for the Zipper. You hesitate slightly before stepping into the ride and you feel his hand rubbing over your knuckles.
“We can go on another ride or play games if you’re into that?” He offers, giving the guy about to lock you in a look so you have time to decide what you want to do. Your hearts fluttering as you smile, reaching out to bring the bar down and lock you in. He’s smiling with you as the ride starts up.
It’s infectious. His laughter and joy deep into you and you’re laughing so hard as you weave between people. It feels like you’ve created this little bubble in the two hours you’ve been together and you’re seriously thinking it’s been the two happiest hours of your life. Even though you puked at one point in the bushes he had just gotten you water and asked if you wanted to go home but you didn’t want to go home. You wanted to be where he was, where this happiness was. Your cheeks were sore and you had a stomach ache from the muscles in your body adjusting to the joy Tommy was bringing them.
“We have to ride the Ferris Wheel!” He said, pulling you along and cutting the line that he didn’t realize was there to get you guys on. Your heart was racing as you thought of how high up you’d be but Tommy was already looking out into the distance.
You’re looking over the carnival, the sound of people slowly fading as you get higher up. The wind feels good on your flushed cheeks and you tilt your head up welcoming the cool relief.
“Can I kiss you?” You’re shocked when he asks this and don’t respond because you can’t remember a time when someone asked to kiss you instead of doing it. It’s respectful and kind. You manage a nod and he leans forward, his hand sliding over your face to hold you against him as his lips meet yours. It’s like everything that you’ve been waiting for. Tommy pulls away, this big smile on his face and he’s suddenly standing up rocking the whole Ferris Wheel car you’re riding in.
“Tommy-“
“HOLY FUCKING SHIT!” He’s screaming as the car is shaking and you question your entire life as it’s flashing before your eyes. He’s screaming and hollering, well the operator of the ride is shouting something that is lost in the wind.
“Tommy.” It comes out as a whisper and he sits down throwing an arm around you. A sheepish smile on his face.
He helps you off the Ferris wheel, spinning you around before dragging you off to the bumper cars. He stops along the way offering to buy you an ice cream.
You can feel him watching you. Your tongue on the soft serve, dragging upward. Your eyes dart to where Tommy is watching, ice cream dripping down his hand.
“Can I have a taste of yours?” He is reaching out holding his ice cream out, watching you. Smiling, you grab his wrist licking the chocolate off his fingers. Smiling as you see his smile spread. You pull away licking your bottom lip.
“Well, you’re definitely proving to be worth the wait.” He teased watching the way you smirked. “Are you having a good time because if you’re not we can leave?” He was so sincere and worried about you enjoying yourself you couldn’t help but smile at him.
“Cmon, drummer boy. I want to ride bumper cars.” You were tugging him along. Tommy couldn’t stop his smile watching as you pulled him along.
You were pretty sure that you had some sort of trauma from Tommy slamming his bumper car into you so hard you were sure you were going to have whiplash. As you turned the car to back up he was slamming into your side, a shit eating grin on his face.
“I like that you’re competitive, Y/N.” He said helping you stand from the bumper cars. You rubbed your neck giving him a look and wanting to kick him in the shin. But he was smiling offering you his hand and you guys were off again.
It was funny watching him get mad at the games. He took another three baseballs shooting a glance over his shoulder at you. He had been dead set on winning a teddy bear and was failing. He had, however, managed to gather an audience of kids. When Tommy noticed all the kids he slammed some money down on the table.
“Maybe they’ll have better luck.” He joked walking away as the kids excitedly rushed forward. His arm was around you as you walked through the carnival grounds that was getting less busy as closing time approached.
“That was really nice of you to do.” You said watching him shrug like he didn’t care. A smile danced over hour face and you rolled your eyes at the way he was trying to play off a cool rockstar, “would you think it was super lame if we did the photo booth?” His eyes lit up dragging you inside the tight space. Tommy was so tall that when he sat you had nowhere to really go other than his lap. His hands rested on your thighs as you fed the machine the dollar bill leaning back against him. You ended up feeding the machine a lot of money until the final picture where Tommy was kissing you.
You shifted on his lap, leaning into his embrace. Kissing Tommy felt good, like this relaxing wave of pleasure through your whole body. He tasted sweet, probably from all the junk food he had been eating. His hand was running up your leg, under the loose crop top, cupping a breast in his palm. The soft moan was drowned out in his kiss and he was ready to take you right there. You could feel him growing under your body and the primary urge for more was over taking her. A knock outside the booth had you both stopping. Instead of an awkwardness you both fell into a fit of giggle spilling out. He grabbed the pictures, stuffing them into his pocket and moving back over to the games.
Tommy stopped seeing the goldfish in the bags. He frowned, counting how many bags there were. Turning to you he gave you a quick smile.
“How much for all the goldfish?” He asked. The man seemed confused by his question and even you were confused. There had to be thirty bags of goldfish. But Tommy was counting out bills and grabbing bags of fish, motioning for you to take some too. And then you were headed for the exit. Stopping only when Tommy wanted to kiss the goats head at the petting zoo.
“What is the plan for all these fish?” You asked as you helped him lay them in the back seat. They did look pretty sad in their plastic little bags.
“We’re going to drive to the ocean and free them.” You wanted to argue you weren’t sure goldfish didn’t come from the ocean but you weren’t exactly sure where goldfish came from.
Tommy kept looking in the rear view mirror checking on the fish like they were kids. It was funny to see him so nervous about the thirty fish in his car.
When you get to the beach you’re unloading fish and Tommy is naming them as he unloads them into the ocean.
“Have a good life Jeffrey. Best wishes Omar. I hope you meet a good guy, Josephina.” You’re crying laughing at how sincere he is. Tommy finally lets out the last fish which he names after himself.
“Do you feel better?” You asked him as you’re both sitting there, the sound of the ocean all around you and just an easy understanding between you two.
“At least they have a chance of life now.” He scoops up your hand and you’re laughing again. Standing up to brush off your thighs. Tommy looks confused by this but stands up.
“I had a great time tonight but I have to work tomorrow and there’s been this cute guy coming in everyday so I need to make sure that I’m ready for him.” He shook his head.
“There better not be another guy.” You laughed shrugging your shoulders and starting to run up the sand with Tommy on your heels chasing you back to the black.
When you pulled up to your house he walked you to your front door. His hands were jammed in the front pockets of his jeans and you could see he was going to ask you something.
“I had a good time tonight.” You agreed with him, “Can I take you out again tomorrow?” You let the smile spread across your lips as you opened the door.
“I work the 11-7 shift tomorrow. Why don’t you ask me then?” You teased heading inside the house. There would be a lot more of that drummer boy in your future.
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Forever and Ever, Ch 4: Fit for a Princess
Tom Holland X Osterfield!Reader, Wedding Series
While Tom’s away filming, you take a day to go wedding dress shopping, but you don’t expect Harrison to insist upon coming with you.
Warnings: probably swearing and some sexual themes but that’s it
Word Count: 3200
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“You were my strength when I was weak
You were my voice when I couldn't speak
You were my eyes when I couldn't see
You saw the best there was in me
Lifted me up when I couldn't reach
You gave me faith 'cause you believed
I'm everything I am
Because you loved me”
Because You Loved Me, Celine Dion
A/N: this part doesn’t feature tom as much, but don’t worry he’ll be there in the next chapter!!
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In the weeks following the engagement party, you spent a majority of your free time on the phone to Tom, given that he had a break between filming. When you weren’t talking to your fiance (as you so loved calling him that now), you were knee deep in wedding planning with your mum and Nikki. You were incredibly grateful for the both of them, happy that they were so willing to help and give you advice. No official plans were made, not without Tom there (well you did have an official date with the chosen venue reserved now) but just listing all the things you’d need to do was a lot.
“I was thinking we could visit a florist to get some ideas for bouquets and centerpieces.” You said casually to Tom, who was currently on speaker phone, while you folded laundry, setting aside the clothes you wanted to pack to go see him. In just two days, you’d be reunited, and, even if it was just a short trip, you couldn’t be more excited about it.
“I’ll have a couple days off when you’re here so that’ll work.” He replied. Laughing, he asked, “When do we get to the cake part of wedding planning?”
“Probably when you come back home. Floral arrangements are pretty consistent from florist to florist, cakes not so much.” You teased. “Speaking of flowers, I have yet to receive my monthly bouquet.”
You heard him chuckle on the other end of the line, “Give them some time, they’ll be there shortly.”
“They’re coming today?” You questioned, placing a few shirts in your suitcase.
“Yep.”
“You know I’m going to be gone most of the day, right?” You asked, and there was a pause on his end.
“What are you doing today?” He sounded bewildered at the thought of you doing something on a Saturday, as if it was surprising for you to have plans without him.
“Dress shopping.” You laughed.
“Oh,” He paused before realization struck, “Oh, dress shopping as in-“
“Yeah, wedding dress shopping.” You smiled to yourself, thinking of all the endless wedding dress possibilities. You had heard about the feeling of the perfect wedding dress, the one that makes you feel and look like a princess, and you couldn’t wait to experience that clarity. Subconsciously, you began to trace over the engagement ring on your finger in nervous excitement.
“So I guess I can’t ask for pictures of it?” Tom asked, chuckling a little.
You looked over at the clock, your heart dropping as you realized you needed to get ready to leave for your dress shopping appointment. You let out a small sigh, “I should get going.”
“I should too.” He said quietly, “My break was supposed to be over five minutes ago.”
“Tom, you told me you were fine on time!” You exclaimed, worried that he was getting himself in trouble just to talk to you. It wouldn’t be the first time he got told off for it.
“I am fine.” He reassured you. “Now, go find yourself a dress. You’re going to take my breath away, no matter what dress you wear.”
“Go back to set, you cheeseball.” You teased, “I love you, Tom.”
“I love you, too, Y/N.” Tom replied. You heard him make a kissing noise through the phone before the call ended.
With a small sigh, you made your way downstairs, knowing it was already time to go meet your mum, Charlotte, and Nikki at the dress store.
“These came for you.” Harrison called out to you from the kitchen as soon as he heard you come down the stairs.
Smiling, you made your way into the kitchen. Your heart soared as you saw the massive bouquet of red roses with white roses in the middle, forming a white heart, by far the biggest bouquet you’d ever seen in your life. You reached for the card, wanting to read the sweet message Tom had included.
‘Roses aren’t always red, violets technically aren’t blue, I miss you so much darling, I can’t wait to marry you ❤️’
“How cheesy is it this time?” Harrison asked you teasingly.
“It’s not cheesy, it’s romantic.” You argued, grabbing out a couple of vases because there was no way the bouquet could fit in just one.
“How long has he been sending you bouquets like that? It’s got to be over a year.” Your brother inquired as he helped you put them in the vases with some water.
“I think around eighteen months? He started with our two year anniversary.” You beamed.
“Three years later and you’ve still got him wrapped around your finger.” He chuckled.
“Yep, this finger.” You joked, showing off your left ring finger, adorned with the brilliant diamond.
“Mum says you’re going dress shopping today.” He started, and you hummed in agreement. “Can I go?”
“You want to go dress shopping with me?” You asked Harrison in confusion. Out of all the wedding planning that he had helped with so far, you never expected to hear him offer to spend hours with you staring at elegant white dresses.
“Yeah.” He replied with a nod.
“It’s going to be long.” You stated, giving him a way out, but making your way to the front door with him nonetheless, “And very boring. Like venue picking, but worse.”
“You’re really selling the ‘say yes to the dress’ thing.” Harrison chuckled, slipping on his shoes as his way of saying that he was definitely going and nothing you said would change his mind. You knew it was bad luck for the groom to see the wedding dress beforehand, but you didn’t know any superstitions about the brother of the bride seeing the dress; it simply never occurred to you that he’d be so invested in it.
“You’re not just coming to spy on the dress and tell Tom about it, are you?” You questioned as you tugged your shoes on.
“What? No. It’s bad luck.” He shook his head, and you believed him.
After stopping for some coffee, you and Harrison met up with your mum, Charlotte, and Nikki at the first dress shop. Hundreds of dresses lined their elegant white walls and you were questioned by the employees about the various aspects of wedding dresses- neckline, shape, sleeve length, material, shades of white, and even veils. Once you had said “I don’t know” for what was probably the seventh time, they finally let you and your party wander the store in search of dresses for you to try on. It wasn’t long before you were put in a dressing room with five different dresses to try on, each of varying styles.
“Which dress is this?” Nikki called out to you from her spot with the others on the plush cushions, waiting for you to emerge in your fourth dress.
“The one Charlotte picked out.” You answered. Pulling back the curtain, you stepped out in the satin mermaid gown with an unsure look on your face. “I like it, but I don’t think it’s-”
“It’s not the one.” Charlotte cut you off, her nose twisted up in disapproval, “No offense, it doesn’t fit you right.”
“None taken.” You laughed at your sister’s bluntness, returning to the dressing room to switch into another dress.
After another four dresses, you were starting to get a tired headache from the constant white materials getting thrown at you, even some off-white and cream materials. Stripped back down to your undergarments, you were ready to call this store quits and move on to another one.
“Can I be done yet?” You asked with a sigh. When you heard no reply from your family and Nikki, you poked your head out from the side of the curtain to see only Harrison standing there, his head tucked down with his eyes glued to his phone. You grabbed your shoe and threw it over at him, knocking him backwards into the stack of dresses.
“Hey! Watch it!” He exclaimed. Picking up your shoe, he said, “I was looking at places to go for lunch, and they’re out there searching for more dresses. I think Charlotte found a bridesmaid dress she likes.”
You didn’t really pay any mind to his reply as your eyes caught on one of the dresses behind him. “Hey Haz, grab me that dress. The poofy tulle one.”
“You know, when you said this was boring, you weren’t kidding.” Harrison teased, but grabbed the dress from the hanger anyway. He handed it to you, and he also gave you your shoe back as well. You closed the curtain on him and began to change into the new dress. “What about Mediterranean for lunch?”
You froze once you had the dress on all the way. It was a white tulle ball gown with delicate flowers all around the bodice and the gown. The flowers were white with light pink hues, almost the perfect pink hue that you and Tom had decided on for the color scheme.
“Y/N?” Harrison asked when you still didn’t respond.
Pulling the curtain open, you smiled at him nervously, “I think this is the one.”
Harrison’s eyes softened as he took in the dress. An awestruck smile overcame him, and he nodded, “You look like a princess.”
“Really?” Your voice was only just above a whisper. Your heart raced as you looked in the large mirror circling the far side of the room. Doing a little twirl, you felt his words sink in; you really looked and felt like a princess. You turned back to him, “Haz, can I ask you something?”
“Anything.”
You took a deep breath, trying to control your nerves as everything suddenly started to feel more real. “I know you’re the best man and you’ve done so much for me and Tom already, but will you give me away?”
There was a comfortable silence that fell between you two as you looked at him with hopeful eyes. You watched as his icy blue eyes glossed over with tears, and he let go of your hands to pull you in for a tight hug. Quietly, he mumbled, “Of course.”
You held onto your twin brother tightly, fighting back the tears that pricked your eyes. You wouldn’t be where you are today without him; you would’ve never met Tom, if it wasn’t for him. Harrison was always there for you, and you couldn’t think of anyone else to be your biggest support on your wedding day.
“Did we miss something?” Your mother asked, coming back into the room with Charlotte and Nikki. Charlotte was holding onto a soft pink dress with flowers along the hemline. You and Harrison pulled away from each other, and he quickly rubbed his eyes.
“Are you crying?” Charlotte questioned him teasingly.
“No.” He muttered.
“This is the dress.” You smiled, fluffing the skirt a little. Instantaneously, your mother, Charlotte, and Nikki all surrounded you, feeling the dress’s tulle material in awe, complimenting you on how well it fit.
As he stepped back to watch you finalize the wedding dress details, Harrison felt an inexplicable feeling of astonishment overcome him. From all of the wedding planning going around recently, it all felt surreal, but now watching you smile, talking to your mother in a classically gorgeous white dress, he couldn’t hide his happiness. His twin sister is marrying his best friend- that’s nothing he would have expected up until three years ago.
In fact, he can recall the exact moment he realized that you and Tom were simply just meant to be.
It was a Friday in late January 2017, and Harrison was out, having a few drinks with his modeling friends, if he could even call them that. They were all good people, they were funny, but they just weren’t really his kind of people. They were acquaintances at best. He’d much rather be spending his Friday night with the boys, but Harry was out of town with Sam, Tom was on a date, and he didn’t even think to ask what you were up to that evening. Tom hadn’t explicitly said he was on a date, but Harrison could tell; it wasn’t a normal thing for Tom to set up reservations at a restaurant or to buy himself a nice button up.
Harrison drummed his fingers on the table, trying to come up with an excuse to leave the bar. It was far too early in the night for him to say he was tired, and he knew it’d be wrong to come up with some dramatic family emergency lie. Suddenly, a vibrant red dress caught his eye from the corner of the room. His eyes went wide as he took in the sight before him.
Across the room, you and Tom sat in a small corner booth- you, in a red dress that Harrison had never seen before, and Tom in his new, very nice blue shirt. Harrison blinked a few times just to make sure he was seeing things correctly. He thought that maybe you two just happened to run into each other, both of you dressed like you were going on a date, but then he saw you laugh, leaning into Tom.
The table of models burst into obnoxious laughter, bringing Harrison away from his stunned stare. He took a couple more sips of his drink, trying to decide if he continues to suffer through this night or if he just goes and crashes with you and Tom. He couldn’t stop himself before he stood up from his table, grabbed his beer, and, without another word, walked over to you and Tom.
“Haz, what are you doing here?” You asked, all contact with Tom suddenly lost as you two moved apart. Self consciously, you adjusted the low neckline of your dress, and Harrison took a seat besides Tom.
Harrison nodded back to the group of friends that he just abandoned, “They’re boring. What are you two up to?” Acting oblivious to the truth, he drank the rest of his beer with raised eyebrows at you two.
“N-nothing.” Tom said, and you coughed a little. Tom looked at you, his eyes trying to silent ask if he was supposed to tell Harrison what was going on.
“Yeah, nothing. Just sharing some drinks.” You added.
“Ah, okay.” Harrison nodded. He thought about calling you two out for a moment, before deciding against it, “Y/N, is that a new dress? I’ve never seen it before. Did you get it when shopping with Charlotte yesterday?”
“What? No.” You defensively shook your head, but you were a terrible liar when put on the spot like that and both boys could clearly tell.
“And Tom, didn’t you have a date tonight? Or did you just feel like getting a fancy new button up?” He asked. Tom gulped beside you nervously and Harrison looked over at you with his classic shit eating grin, “What’s that look for? I’m just trying to figure out how long you two will sit there and act like you’re not clearly on a date.” At his last word, his eyes shifted over to Tom, narrowing intimidatingly.
Bubbling with embarrassed anger, you kicked your brother underneath the table. You didn’t care if anyone else heard you in the bar, shouting, “Harrison James, you’re the worst!”
“How’d you know?” Tom asked, trying his best to hide his new found fear of Harrison. After all, he had never actually cleared dating you with Harrison since this was your very first date and both of you agreed to keep it secret, just wanting to see how it goes for now.
But the secret was out now.
“This is the best either of you have looked in months.” Harrison just about scoffed, laughing at his friend’s astonishment.
“So you saw that we were on a date and thought ‘gee, I better go interrupt’?” You questioned, bitterness clear in your tone.
“Yeah, and I also truly wanted to escape that lot.” He laughed, “This is much more amusing. How long has this been going on?”
The grin slowly faded from his face as you and Tom both sat there quietly, both of you avoiding looking at each other awkwardly. The lack of response was enough to make him let out an uncomfortable breath.
“You know what?” Harrison stood up from the table, guilt starting to creep in, “Let’s just forget the past ten minutes. I’ll get back to my friends, you two get back to your date.”
You couldn’t get out another word before he left back to his friends. Needless to say, you and Tom had a good rest of the night. Harrison would glance at you two every so often, and he felt his heart soar with happiness as he saw how absolutely content you two were with each other. He knew then that there was only one guy he’d ever let date, and perhaps eventually marry, his sister, and that guy was Tom.
When Tom arrived home after dropping you off, he found himself scared over the talk he’d no doubtedly have to have with Harrison. Ever so awkwardly, Tom tried to ask his friend about if it was okay to date you, but Harrison just shrugged it off.
“It’s okay. Really, mate.” Harrison insisted, wanting to just go to bed and not suffer any longer from this painfully awkward talk.
“Are you sure?” Tom double checked and his friend let out a sigh.
“Yes.” He let out a small sigh. “Look, just, if way down the road, you want to marry her, you better ask me for permission first.”
Tom let out a small laugh. Nodding his head, he replied, “Got it.”
Harrison had meant it jokingly in that moment, but he knew one day he’d be asked that question, and he couldn’t be any happier for you two when Tom finally asked.
As the dress talk continued with measuring tapes and pins suddenly appearing, Harrison busied himself by wandering around the store. It was empty, save for a few employees, but he assumed that was the perk of a celebrity engagement- you could get the store to yourself for a few hours. He found himself in the veil section. He didn’t know there were this many types of veils- all sorted by length and then by cut and then by their accents, but he knew you needed one. With all the focus on the wedding dress, he hadn’t heard anyone speak about the veil.
“Harrison, where’d you go?” Charlotte called out to him from the opposite side of the store. Just as he was going to respond, one veil in particular caught his eye.
The veil was simple, yet long and elegant with a lace trim similar to that of the dress that you had chosen just moments before. And at the top of the veil was a thin band of diamonds, resembling a tiara in a way. Grabbing the veil, Harrison headed back to you and the others.
“Here, try this.” Harrison offered, coming up behind you. You watched him through the mirrors on the wall across from you as he put the tiara in your hair. With the way the veil seemed to flow into your dress, leaving just enough of a train, you knew it was perfect.
Smiling, you took your brother’s hand, squeezing it reassuringly, “Thank you.”
“What can I say? A princess needs her tiara.”
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CHANCES – M. TKACHUK
requested: yes | no
warning(s): none that i can think of.
word count: 5,066
listened to: chances by the backstreet boys
inspiration: mixed luggage au [ i can’t find the og au-prompt masterlist, but if this is your au idea, lemme know and i’ll link you for credit (: ]
authors note: listen– i don’t know what it is, but i’ve literally been on a tkachuk thing lately. like, i used to despise this little curly-headed gremlin, but now??? it’s all hearteyes motherfucker. this is purely a writing to help me get back into the writing groove again after these last six months of nothing– so i might be a lil rusty. anyway, i hope you enjoy <3333
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I’m sorry Y/N, but if you’re not here in the next 5 minutes I need to keep going.
That text haunted you– it was all you could think about the moment you got off of your flight. The uber your sister had ordered for you was close to canceling– all because there were too many planes taxiing on the airstrip and your stupid flight ended up circling in the air for thirty minutes. If this were any other airport, no doubt you’d be screwed. Luckily though, you knew good ole St. Louis Lambert International like the back of your hand. So getting from point A to point luggage claim would be no problem at all. The only delay would be the luggage getting put out onto the carousel.
Which of course, did prove to be the problem at hand.
You were the first one from your flight at the carousel and hoped to be gone before any disgruntled passengers you managed to bump into, could show up. Unfortunately for you, just as the bags were being loaded onto the carousel, your fellow passengers were arriving too– more than a few giving you a look that would normally result in you rolling your eyes in response. Yet, your focus wasn’t on them, it was glued to the small carousel door, keeping an eye out for your suitcase.
Teal bag with a grey handle. Teal bag with a grey handle. Teal bag with a grey handle. Teal bag with a grey hand–
“Ah-ha!” You smiled, catching eye of your suitcase and rushing to meet it instead of letting it eventually make its way to you. You grabbed the suitcase and extended the handle to drag it away, already walking towards the exit.
One minute.
You had one minute to catch your uber before they left you and you hoped and prayed that luck was on your side and the black Toyota Corolla just happened to be parked near the door you chose to exit from. The warm summer air of the Missouri summer weather practically smacked you in the face and it fit wasn’t for the awning covering the pick-up zone, you would have no doubt been blinded by the sun too.
“Oh, thank God,” you sighed, catching sight of a black Toyota Corolla that your sister said to find, parked just six cars down to your left. You sped walked to the uber, coming to a stop at the window and waving at the driver, catching her attention. “I’m so, so sorry I’m late.”
The woman, probably in her early 60’s gave you a friendly smile instead of the scowl you were expecting. “Are you Y/N?”
“Yes ma’am,” you replied, nodding.
“Go ahead and put your suitcase in the trunk, it’s opened for you.”
You walked to the trunk and lifted it open, placing your suitcase inside before closing it and walking to the back passenger door, getting into the backseat. “Again, I’m so sorry for making you wait. We had to circle in the air for 30 minutes because of the traffic on the airstrip and,” you exhaled, relaxing back into your seat. “I’m so sorry.”
She laughed, pulling away from the airport. “It’s no problem sweetheart. I saw your reply. I was going to give you a little extra time. I know how hectic airports could be. Especially this time of the year. Everyone’s traveling for vacation.”
“Yeah, I think I might have accidentally elbowed one too many people trying to get to luggage claim.”
“Are you visiting or coming home?”
“Coming home…kind of,” you laughed, staring out the window at your hometown. “I actually just graduated from college a few weeks ago, so my roommates and I rented a house on the Jersey Shore to celebrate. But, my sister is getting married tomorrow, so that’s why I’m back.” You looked back towards her, laughing softly to yourself. “But then come September, I’ll actually be moving to Calgary for a new job and to get my Masters.”
“So a lot of traveling, I see.”
You took a deep breath and sighed, nodding. “Yeah, but I’m glad to be able to spend all of this time with my friends and family before I start working. Especially since I’ll be moving so far away.”
“It sounds like a great time,” she smiled, looking at me through the rearview mirror. “I’m a sucker for weddings, why don’t you tell me about it?”
Normally, you weren’t one to talk a lot whenever you and your friends would take Ubers downtown on the weekends– but this driver was sweet and you found yourself talking nonstop as she drove you towards your final destination. After all, she didn’t abandon you at the airport like you thought she would.
~
The car ride to your parents' place went by a lot faster than you thought it would and it was all thanks to Mrs. Sheila, your lovely uber driver. Whom, you learned, started driving after she lost her husband late last year. Her kids lived out of state and once they went back home after those first few weeks, she wanted to find something to do to keep herself busy and get herself out of the house– so, she became an uber driver.
Walking into your parents' house, you were greeted with empty echos of your footsteps. Your parents were still at work and wouldn’t be home until just a little before the rehearsal dinner tonight. Your brother, well, as far as you knew, he had absolutely nothing going on, so you didn’t know why he wasn’t around. If anyone was guaranteed to be home, it was your sister. She was the one who ordered your uber and had them take you here, so she was more than well aware of what time you’d be arriving home.
“Hello?” You called out, leaving your suitcase by the door and making your way to the living room. “Char, are you here?”
“Is that my favorite sister?” You heard her voice call out from upstairs. Looking up, you could see her rounding the hallway corner, carrying a closed laundry basket full of, no doubt, stuff for tonight’s bridal party sleepover.
“I’m your only sister,” you laughed as she made her way down the staircase.
“Unless you count all of the times we got bored and turned Nick into Nikki,” she giggled, reaching the end of the staircase and putting the basket down before stepping forward and hugging you. “How was the flight?”
“It was great up until our 30 minutes of circling in the air,” you laughed, pulling away from the hug. “Where’s my dear brother?”
“Working out with some friends. We probably won’t see him until tonight.”
“Nothing says welcome home like being greeted to an empty house.”
“Excuse you, I was here to greet you.” She laughed, picking the basket back up. “But if you really want to be upset, you should see all of the packed boxes in your room.”
“I leave in three months! Why are they packing me up now?” You gasped, acting dramatically.
“Nick and dad are planning on transforming it into some kind of training room or something.”
“But they–“
“Already took over the garage? Yeah, I know and mom is pissed.”
You rolled your eyes, grabbing the handle of your suitcase again. “He literally told the Blues that he was going back to Michigan in the fall to try and win a championship. Why the hell are they even treating him like he’s already a hall of famer?”
“Perks of being the youngest, not to mention dad’s only son,” she laughed, looking at the door. “Ready to head to the Airbnb?”
“Can we get food first?” You asked, dragging your suitcase along. “I’m starving.”
She laughed as you held the door open for her. “Good, because we’re most definitely getting food before we go and take a nap.”
You laughed, walking out of the house with her and then closing and locking the door behind you. “I knew we were related.”
~
Lunch and a nap turned out to be exactly what you needed. The two of you had stopped at a subway to get some food before driving over to the Airbnb that you, your sister and the rest of the bridesmaids would be staying for the night.
It was a beautiful three-bedroom, modernized cottage that looked like it was stripped directly from the pages of a fairytale book. It was tucked away, just off to the side in the backyard of a beautiful colonial house, whose farm would tomorrow be transformed into a whimsical fairytale wedding location. The men would be getting ready in the house, while the women would be getting ready in the cute cottage. Sort of like a secret getaway paradise before the wedding.
When you got back with your food, your sister took you on a tour of the property while the wedding planners and staff were setting up all of the bigger decorations for tomorrow. You were off at school during the entire planning process, only ever seeing every one of her ideas in pictures. The only things you were able to take part in, were the dress shopping and her bachelorette party since they were both held at a time you were on a fall break from school. Besides being there for those two things, the only other thing you helped with– was the proposal.
Colton has been in your life for as long as you could remember. He and Charlotte have been best friends since Pre-K. It was the cliché friends to lovers kind of story that was told time after time– but in theirs, there were no other people in it. It was just them. There were no other boyfriends or girlfriends, no other crushes– from the very beginning, they were it for each other. They were each other's first everything– kiss, date, girlfriend/boyfriend, time– in their love story, they had found their one great love…all before they turned five.
Wherever Charlotte was, there was Colton– they were stuck like glue and your parents loved it. It was their friendship that brought both of your families together to the relationship that you all had now. Your families were best friends, all because of their relationship. You often took vacations together, spent holidays together, hell, you and Colton’s middle brother, Mason, even had joint birthday parties– as did your two younger siblings, Nick and Addie. Your families even try to go as far as to dropping hints that all three kids should date.
Colton and Charlotte. You and Mason. Nick and Addie– all the same age and practically family already.
It was perfect.
Until you and Mason tried to date in the tenth-grade and realized that kissing the person you’ve shared every birthday party with, used to take baths with and shared every key moment growing up– wasn’t all that great. In fact, it was weird. So the two of you remained as the almost black sheep of the families, especially since Nick and Addie were headed down the same path as Charlotte and Colton. They started dating in eighth-grade– like Colton and Charlotte– and have maintained a healthy and strong relationship to now, even long-distance, when they’ll both be sophomores in college in the fall, Addie at the University of Missouri and Nick playing hockey at the University of Michigan.
You and Mason were there, always making jokes about how it runs in the family but skipped a generation. Never letting your siblings live it down that the two of you will be the ones to break the cycle. Funny how you two were also the ones who played the biggest roles in Charlotte’s engagement.
Both of your dads are huge St. Louis Blues fans. So naturally, they tried to rub that off onto their children. And it worked, all except for you. You tolerated the blues, but never really adopted hockey as your favorite sport. You understood it, watched it whenever you never had a choice– but like your mom, you gravitated more towards football and adopted her hometown team as your own– the Pittsburgh Steelers.
Colton and Charlotte, however, were both diehard Blues fans from day one. There were even pictures to prove it. They even went to a game on both their first ‘supervised’ date and ‘unsupervised’ date. So, when the Blues were making a run for the Stanley Cup– it was imminent for your families to attend at least one game. You and Mason did everything in your power to get the Blues attention. You emailed anyone and everyone who worked in their front office, you spammed their social media accounts– anything and everything to get their attention so you could share their story and Colton’s plan.
And at game four it all came to life. Charlotte was ‘randomly’ selected to participate in an intermission event after the first period where she’d be blindfolded and needed to walk along the ice to find Louie after collecting ‘Blues momentos’ along the way. The Blues had played the short slideshow of Colton and Charlotte that you and Mason had sent them, as they introduced her to the crowd. Unbeknownst to her, both of our families were on the ice with her, standing behind her while she was blindfolded. You and the other three siblings were scattered in front of her, each holding a single rose.
The Blues staff member helped her walk along the ice and the moment that she took a flower from someone, they needed to go back to where she started, which was where Colton was standing with the ring in his pocket. The four of you each had a sign, that when held up together read ‘Will you marry me?’ Once Charlotte neared Louie, he cut the distance to just by center ice where all of you were waiting. And when she found Louie, the entire crowd had erupted into cheers as she took off her blindfold, all smiles until she turned around to see the signs and Colton on one knee.
She said yes. The Blues won. The proposal went viral and your families were given a box to game seven where the Blues won the Stanley Cup.
All in a day's work between the two middle siblings, and one that led you all to this moment– the wedding tomorrow. Where Colton, who was already like a big brother yo you, would officially, pretty much become your big brother.
“Y/N,” your sister said, shaking your arm. “Y/N, get up. We’ve got like 45 minutes to get ready for dinner before we have to leave and no offense, but you need to shower.”
“Your lucky that you’re getting married tomorrow or I’d kill you,” you mumbled into the pillow, taking a deep breath and exhaling before pushing yourself up. “Can you charge my phone for me? I won’t take too long, just need to rinse off and I’ll be back.”
“In your backpack?” She asked as you walked out of the room.
“Mhhm, small front pocket. The charger is with it.”
You walked out of the room and into the connected bathroom, closing the door behind you before walking towards the shower and turning on the water. Your nap was more than enough to help you make it through dinner. You hadn’t thought that you were even that tired, but the moment you laid down to relax after eating your sandwich– you were absolutely knocked out.
To be fair though, you had spent the last two weeks partying it up on the beach with your college roommates, trying to relive every moment from your last four years of partying, downing booze, and making out with any attractive guy who caught your eye. You know what they say, no rest for the wicked– and boy, oh boy, were the wicked actions of shotgunning beers with strangers in the hot summer jersey sun, coming back to haunt you.
At least you got one hell of a tan and more memories to last you a lifetime, out of it all.
You turned off the shower before you stepped out and wrapped a towel around your body, then wrapping your hair up in a second towel. You walked out of the bathroom and back to the bedroom, only to find it empty. "Hey, Char?"
"In the living room...er, kitchen, I guess!"
You walked out of the bedroom and into the living room to see Charlotte sitting at the kitchen counter, a make-up mirror propped up in front of her and hot curling iron in her hand. "Why are you doing your hair in the kitchen?"
"You were in the bathroom and the lighting is lacking in the bedroom." She let a curl, fall from the iron and turned to you. "What's up?"
"Well, for one, the bathroom is free," you laughed, looking around. "And two, I was wondering where you put my suitcase? It was in the room and now it's not."
"No," she dragged out her reply, focusing on wrapping another piece of hair around the iron before averting her eyes towards the door. "You left it by the front door. Never brought it in."
You turned towards the front door and sure enough, right there not even three feet away from the door...was your suitcase. "Awesome, thanks!" You said, walking over and tugging on the handle, extending it out before walking back to the room. "And my phone?"
"Charging in the kitchen. It was dead by the way."
"Great," you huffed, walking into the bedroom and over to the bed. You lifted up the suitcase, letting it plop down onto the bed and exhaled a deep breath. It was a lot heavier than you thought it was. But maybe your body was just tired from traveling and last night's final night out.
You caught a glimpse of the alarm clock that was set up on the bedside table and saw that your getting ready time was vastly starting to dwindle. So, not thinking anything more of the heavy suitcase, you unzipped the zipper and threw the cover back, ready to grab the romper you had placed directly on top, just so it wouldn't get wrinkled. You stared down at the contents of the suitcase, quickly grabbing the cover and shutting it again.
Okay, maybe you were imagining things.
You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, exhaling, and then opening your eyes and opening the suitcase again.
No, you definitely weren't imagining things.
The same spike ball netting was still staring you right in the face. Surrounding it, were three spike balls and a crumbled up bag that was supposed to house the set. Beneath it, a bunch of crumpled up clothes and other things.
"No," you shut the suitcase again, repeating the same steps: close your eyes, take a breath, hope you're dreaming, open your eyes and then the suitcase, only to be disappointed. "No, no– oh my God, this can't be happening. Charlotte!!"
You heard her footsteps echo off of the wooden floor as she made her way to the bedroom, half of her hair curled and set. "What?"
"This isn't my suitcase."
"Of course it is," she scoffed. "Colton and I got you that big traveling set for graduation, and that," she pointed at the suitcase, "is it."
"No, it's not," You opened the suitcase and reached in, grabbing the first thing you felt and holding it up to show her. "See? Not mine!"
"Y/N," her eyes widened before she started to laugh. "You might want to put those down."
"It's just the spike ball bag, it's not big–" you turned to see what you were holding and sure enough, it was not the spike ball bag you thought you had picked up. It was a pair of Ant-Man boxers, and it was unknown whether or not they were clean or not. "Ah, ew!" You tossed them back into the suitcase, wiping your hand on your towel. "Ew, ew, ew, I just touched a stranger's dirty underwear."
"You don't know if they were dirty."
"You don't know if they were clean!" You argued back, looking around the handle for an identification tag. "This definitely isn't mine. My travel tag isn't on the handle."
"Who uses a travel tag?" She laughed, shaking her head.
"Me," you turned towards the suitcase, slamming it shut and zipping it. "I use a travel tag, so if my luggage gets lost or switched, they can contact me. It's common travel knowledge."
She sighed, walking over towards the suitcase and unzipping the two pockets on top, looking in and shaking her head. "Nothing hidden in those pockets. Did you think to go through the rest of the suitcase? Maybe they have a tag in there."
"And risk touching another pair of possibly dirty boxers and God knows what else? No thanks," you zipped up the suitcase and picked it up, placing it back onto the ground. "I'm doomed. That suitcase had all of the clothes that I took to Jersey, in it. It had my outfit and makeup for tonight."
"I have something you can borrow," she walked over to the closet, opening it to reveal it was empty besides two dresses hanging up. "And I've got make-up and whatever your little heart desires for your hair."
"Your wedding present was in there too," you sighed, walking over to the closet. "Which one?"
"This." She held out the rose-colored dress, handing the hanger to you. "You can get away with no bra and I can give you a pair of underwear from the new pack I bought this morning–"
"Why would you buy new underwear?" You asked, taking the dress.
"In case of emergencies," she closed the closet and turned back to you, nodding. "Which, this is. Unopened pack in that laundry basket I was carrying, feel free to take a pair and keep them. As for shoes...you're kind of on your own on that one."
You sighed, defeated as she walked out of the bedroom, leaving you to get dressed. You unwrapped the towel around your hair, letting it drop onto the floor as the towel wrapped around your body went with it. You took the dress off of the hanger and untied the straps, lifting the dress over your head and tugging it down. Your mind was going over every detail of just how you picked up the wrong suitcase. Fair, it was a dead-ringer for the suitcase you took with you to Jersey, but even you should have known to realize that there was no bright red luggage tag hanging on the side handle. And it was all you could do but hope that whoever picked up your suitcase thinking it was theirs, would at least call or text.
"Oh shit," you said, holding onto the straps that hung down on the side, trying to tie them in the back. "Charlotte! My phone!"
You ran out into the living room to see her now finishing up her make-up at the counter, turning to you with wide eyes. "Okay one, sit down and let me brush your hair," she stood up and grabbed your wrist, bringing you over to counter and sitting you down. "And two, your phone is right there."
"If they figured out our luggage was switched, they'd call! My luggage tag!" You reached across the counter, grabbing your phone and turning it over to see that the screen was still black. "Oh come on, my phone wasn't that dead!"
Charlotte tugged you back and started to brush your hair, not bothering to go slow. "I plugged it in the moment you went to take a shower, just give it a few seconds."
If looks could kill, your phone would be nowhere ready to turn on. You were glaring at the screen as if pure intimidation would turn it on. This could go one of two ways:
1) This person left your suitcase in the dark abyss that is lost luggage at the airport.
or
2) Like you, they didn't realize that they had grabbed the wrong luggage until they went to open it and they'll find your luggage tag and call you.
"Ah!" You yelled, jumping out of the chair as your phone lit up. You leaned over the counter, your heart racing as Charlotte tried to keep brushing your hair. "Come on, come on, come on..."
"Right there," Charlotte said, pointing at your screen as a text message notification popped up on the screen from an unknown number. "That has to be them!"
"Oh thank God," you sighed, thumb ready to swipe the message open. "Oh...yikes."
"Uh," Charlotte laughed as the two of you continued to watch your messages pour in, at least 5 coming in from the unknown number, along with three phone calls. "Yikes indeed, I guess they're panicking just as much as you are."
You swiped on the notifications, unlocking your phone, and going to the message.
unknown: hi y/n i think you grabbed the wrong suitcase...
unknown: yeah, uh, you most definitely grabbed the wrong suitcase.
unknown: is there any way we can switch in the next 30 minutes before i reach my house?
unknown: ok, so i'm sorry for the spam texts and calls...but this is kind of urgent.
unknown: like life or death.
"Life or death?" Charlotte asked, looking at you with a raised eyebrow. "What the hell was in that suitcase?"
"Spike ball and dirty clothes," you replied, shrugging. Your eyes went wide before you turned back to her. "What if they're a drug smuggler and there are drugs in there?"
She opened her mouth to speak before looking down at your phone, nodding. "Now's your chance to find out. Look who's calling."
You looked back down at your phone to see the unknown number flash on your screen. You looked back at her, shaking your head. "You answer it."
"Your luggage, you answer it," she laughed, pulling back segments of your hair to tie back. "But put it on speaker, I'm curious what the drug dealer sounds like."
You shoved your elbow back, avoiding her as you nervously slid your thumb across the screen, answering the call and pressing the speaker button. "Hello?"
"Oh thank God," the unknown called sighed, clearing his throat. "Sorry for the spam calls, I've just been panicking."
"Yeah, I’m sorry...my phone died," you replied, looking at Charlotte as your voice dwindled off.
"The suitcase," she mouthed, nodding her head back towards the room.
"Oh, the suitcase!" You said, almost a little too excited. You cleared your throat, calming yourself down. "I most definitely have your suitcase...maybe."
"Well I have yours," you could hear rustling in the background. "Y/N L/N, right?"
"Yep, that's me," you looked at Charlotte again, shaking your head. "Sorry to kind of do this...but how do I know I have your suitcase? I mean, what if I grabbed someone else's and you grabbed mine and there's three of us in this and–"
Charlotte smacked your back lightly with the back of the brushed, shaking her head as the voice on the other side of the phone laughed. "Um, shit," he coughed, smacking his lips. "Uh well, there should be a spike ball set in there. If not, then I left it at Johnny's. Otherwise, it's just clothes."
"Congratulations," you laughed, leaning back into the chair. "I've got your suitcase."
"Oh thank God, I was really worried there for a second," they replied. "Is there any chance we can exchange them soon?"
"Okay, so about that," you sighed, biting the inside of your cheek. "I kind of have a wedding rehearsal and dinner to go to in 20 minutes...and I don't think that will be over with till about...two hours from now. Is that okay?"
There was silence on the other side and you couldn't help but feel horrible at the fact that you were keeping this stranger away from his luggage and that he had to keep yours until then. "My family and I are going to dinner in two hours, reservation and all."
"Where at?" You spoke before your brain could even catch up with what your mouth was doing. "I'm sorry that was creepy."
He laughed and you felt a little flutter feeling in your stomach. "No, it's fine. I think we're going to Maggiano's in–"
"In the Westfield town center?" Your eyes widened as Charlotte placed the brush down on the counter behind you, looking at you with a smile. "We're going to Pieology in the Westfield town center!"
"Pieology for a wedding rehearsal dinner? Sounds like my kind of party," he laughed. "So, do you just want to exchange then? When I get there and you're leaving?"
"Sounds perfect!"
"Great! So I'll just, text you when I get there and I promise I won't forget the suitcase."
"Okay, I'll see you then."
"All right, bye, Y/N!"
"Bye!" You hung up the call and Charlotte leaned against the counter a smile on her face. "What?"
"He sounded cute." She stuck placed the extra bobby pins she didn't need, onto the counter. "Maybe he can be your date for my wedding."
"Not this again," you groaned, getting out of the chair. "For the last time, I don't need a date. Besides, this guy is a total stranger– I don't even know his name!"
"You can learn it later," she laughed, wiggling her eyebrows. "Either way, do your makeup quickly because we need to leave in ten."
She walked off towards the bedroom the two of you had claimed and you sighed, sitting back down into your seat, grabbing her mascara, blush, and golden liquid shimmer eyeshadow. It was the best you could do for now, until you got all of your stuff back from this stranger. As you applied the eyeshadow, you couldn't get Charlotte's comment out of your head. She was right, he did sound cute. But who's to say that he's not a total creep? Or that he's even your age? He could be in his 40's or even barely cruising 18. And then stood the real issue, you didn't even know his name.
Your phone screen lit up once again and you looked away from the mirror, seeing that you had another text from the unknown number. You furrowed your eyebrows and unlocked your phone, opening his text.
unknown: my name is matt, by the way 😊
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More Yume Nikki Headcanons For Fun~ Poniko Edition~
So, actually getting to Poniko's house might not seem like it's worth it at first what with the water and balloon system, but hear me out: Poniko is worth the effort~ Like, have you seen the place she lives in?! The poor girl deserves love too :(
Once you manage to teleport to her island and knock on her door, you will find it opening on its own, leading you to see inside of Poniko's home. Upon walking inside, you will finally have the opportunity to speak with her. Now that being said, while Poniko may seem rather stand off-ish at first, please don't get mad at her! She may look pissed off with you, but I promise that she's not; the poor girl just has natural resting bitch face, and to be honest, is kind of embarrassed about it; because of said face, she is also too shy to speak to you first, mostly because she's worried you'll get the wrong idea or will hate her even if she hasn't done anything to you.
That said, you will have to make the first move and strike up a conversation. However, once you start said conversation, you will need to prepare yourself to actually hear her speak. Her tone of voice is naturally very cold and clinical sounding, and is part of why she's not prone to talking too much (especially to strangers), but once you reassure her that you aren't going anywhere, she will be quick to open up to you. In other words, if you take the time to show her that you are trustworthy, kind, and are willing to listen to what she has to say without judgement, you will quickly find the blonde thinking of you as a new friend :)
What's that? You want to make your friendship with her stronger? Then make sure to come visit her as often as you can when you come to the dream world! In addition, make sure to talk to her about your adventures in the dream world up until this point! She's never traveled outside of the pink sea before, mostly because the pink sea is all she knows and she is too scared to venture into the unknown, but she finds your anecdotes about your adventures fascinating and loves seeing the effects you've gathered on your journey even more :3 Her absolute favorite is the cat effect, and every time you activate it, she can't help but be drawn to you...
(She thinks you look absolutely precious with the ears and tail, but good luck trying to get her to admit this out loud lol)
Once Poniko considers the two of you best friends and considers you as someone she can trust with her life, she will be willing to open up to you about the um, Uboa situation. It's honestly hard for her to explain, and she promises that Uboa doesn't want to hurt you, they just are, what's the word? Odd? B U T: Uboa is quite nice once you get to know them :) She even considers them a roommate (who just so happens to be unable to exist in the same room as her at the same time), and will be more than happy to show you how to meet them if you'd like! Just let her know when you're ready to meet them okay?
Now up until this conversation, every time you have gone to Poniko's house, she has been very adamant about you NOT turning off the only source of light in her house, as well as has gone out of her way to avoid the topic of Uboa after accidentally letting it slip when talking to you one visit; however, once she explains how to summon this Uboa person, as well as who they are and why they can't exist at the same time or in the same place as Poniko herself, it's up to you whether the Uboa situation goes any further. She's not going to push you to summon them if you don't want to, and will not judge you in the slightest if you want to pretend the conversation never happened; however, should you go through with summoning Uboa, you find all that Poniko told you to be true, and while Uboa is indeed odd albeit still rather polite, you are still always ecstatic when the lights come back on and your friend Poniko is standing in front of you once more :) Uboa's cool and all, but they're no Poniko, and if you tell the blonde this, be prepared to have her cry, hug you, or both.
She had taken a HUGE risk with sharing this secret with you after all, and had even been prepared to have you run away only to never speak with her again after seeing Uboa, so to have you tell her you had missed her once the lights come back on is both a huge relief and huge way to show her how much you truly value your friendship. Indeed, after this you might as well consider the two of you best friends~
That said, it should go without saying that, if you want to date Poniko, you must build up a solid friendship with her first. Once this has been accomplished, either through the Uboa situation or by just spending at least 2 years getting to know her, you are once again going to have to make the first move to upgrade your relationship from plationic to romantic. Poniko has little to no experience with romance aside from the television and movies she has stocked in her home (and even then that's not very applicable to real life), so you're going to have to take the reins moving forward. However, once you get the ball rolling, you'll need to be extremely careful not to move things too quickly! In short, start off small, and work your way up with the romantic gestures if you will...
For example, once you start dating, rather than getting her presents or flowers right away, try memorizing her favorite food/drink, and make sure to bring it with you next time you visit. Also: when it comes to visits, try staying later and later the more you come to visit gradually until you can stay over for sleep overs~ She may not admit it if you ask her, but Poniko loves sleep overs, and would be honored to have you as an overnight guest in her home :) True, you may not be able to turn off the lights in her place when you go to see her all the time (see the Uboa situation once more), but her lights are dim enough so that it's not that much of a bother as far as sleeping is concerned.
Then, once you two have been dating for more than six months, you can try grander gestures of your love for her until finally, one day, you find her returning the favor. For example, in the event you have given her presents from other corners of the dream world, don't be surprised for her to return the favor in the form of homemade gifts. I like to think Poniko knows how to knit and sew, and does both for hobbies, so be prepared to get homemade sweaters, jackets, blankets, etc. from her. Like, a LOT of homemade clothes in general. And should you choose to wear said clothes either around her house or when you go to visit her? Congratulations, you've just made her the happiest girl in the world~ The only thing that would make her happier in this particular moment would be if you gave her a hug or 2? Perhaps even 19? Don't worry about counting, so long as you're giving her physical affection, there's no place she'd rather be than by your side! The fact you not only trust her enough to hug her let alone wear something she made by hand for you is more than enough proof you love her! Now she only hopes you understand how much you mean to her in return...
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The long awaited part 6. Thank you for reading and always showing your support. I love you!
Nikki’s POV
The floor is cold against my back, but I don’t bother moving even when I begin to feel a soreness in my shoulder blades. On one side of me is an open notebook that should be littered with my messy scrawl and scribbled out lyrics. Instead, the pages are free of any writing. A chewed up pen lies on the other side of me beside a glass of whiskey on the rocks.
For thirty minutes, I’ve been waiting.
Waiting for my heart to slow down.
Waiting for the right lyric.
Waiting for something in my brain to make some fucking sense.
And for thirty minutes, I’ve been shit out of luck. My heart is still beating out of my chest, lyrics that I come up with sound like a toddler’s vocabulary, and my brain is still scrambled.
I know why. I know exactly why, but I can’t say her name.
She’s the reason my heart is irregular.
She’s the reason my lyrics don’t make sense.
Scratch that. She’s the reason nothing in my life makes sense anymore.
Pia.
Fuck.
I scrub a hand over my head, hoping it will wipe out any lingering thoughts of Pia out of my brain. Naturally, it doesn’t work, just like everything else I’ve tried this week to stop thinking about her.
There has to be something wrong with me. Is it normal to spend every waking moment thinking of someone? I’ve never spent so much as ten minutes thinking of a woman before my mind has wandered to other thoughts.
No matter what I do, I can’t push Pia out of my head. The thoughts, the feelings, they’re all so new and I don’t know what they mean or how to handle them. I can’t explain them.
I can’t explain why Pia is the first thing on my mind in the morning and why she is the last before I sink into bed.
I can’t explain why, on multiple occasions, I’ve dreamed of kissing her. I’ve kissed her before, just friendly pecks on the cheek and forehead or quick fleeting kisses on her hands, but the imagined kisses are different. Rougher. Passionate. Reserved only for her.
I can’t explain why I’ve wanted to hold her in my arms at night, to brush the hair from her eyes or run my fingers down her thighs as she curls up next to me. To wake up next to her.
I can’t explain anything that has to do with my best friend, and the more I linger on the feelings I have for her, whatever they may be, the more I want to shove them down as far as they can go in my heart and lock them up.
Every pathway in my brain is focused on Pia, completely absorbed by her, that I don’t realize the door to my home has opened and closed until a confused voice calls out to me.
“Why are you on the floor?”
It’s not that I didn’t want to see Vince right now. It’s just...I really didn’t want to see Vince right now. Or anyone for that matter.
When I didn’t answer, I snickered at the sound of body weight dropping to the ground next to me. Rolling my eyes, I continue to stare at the ceiling. “Are you drunk?”
I snicker. “I wish, but no.”
Vince clicks his tongue. “Are you tired?”
I shake my head. “Nope.”
“Sick?”
“Nada.”
“Sad?”
“Not in the least.”
Vince huffs, throwing his hands in the air. “Then why the hell are we on the floor?”
To appease him, I sit up, rolling my shoulders to ease the tension. “You didn’t have to join me, you know.”
“”Course I did, I thought something was the matter with you,” Vince says, struggling to cross his legs underneath himself. He grabs my untouched whiskey, downing the glass in one gulp.
“There is something the matter with me,” I answer hollowly, frowning at the empty glass. “I wanted that, by the way.”
Vince shrugs. “You snooze, you lose. What’s going on?”
I hug my knees to my chest, fully aware of the look Vince shoots my way. “Is being with Amanda hard?”
Vince snorts. “She’s a pain in my ass, but loving her is easy.”
There’s a twinkle in Vince’s eyes when he talks about Amanda. It’s hard to forget how poorly he’d treated her back in high school, but his maturity now is remarkable.
“Do you ever feel like you’re not enough for her?”
Vince considers for a moment, fingertips drumming on the exposed skin under his ripped jeans. “I think I used to believe I wasn’t. I mean, the younger version of me was definitely not good enough for her. But I like where I’m at in my life now, and I’m proud to say I’ve changed. If Amanda didn’t think I was good enough for her, she wouldn’t have given me another chance.”
I nod and push myself to a standing position. Vince follows suit, clamping a hand down on my shoulder. “This about Pia?”
I groan my answer. “I don’t know what’s going on with me. She’s invading every aspect of my brain and I can’t control it. I don’t know how much longer I can keep up this fake relationship.”
Vince whistles. “Remember how only a few months ago we told you this ‘fake’ relationship could turn into something real?”
“How could I forget?” I say sarcastically, but with a deadpan. Heading to the kitchen, I grab another glass and pour myself more whiskey. Vince wiggles his glass at me and I fill his. “You make it a point to remind me frequently.”
“You didn’t believe us the first twenty times we said it. You expected us to just drop the conversation?” Vince asks with a laugh. “Why are you so against having feelings for Pia, man? She’s a great fucking girl. She’s smart, she’s beautiful, and she’s into you. Like, really into you.”
“I know,” I say with a defeated sigh. “I know.”
“Wait, you know?” Vince sets down his glass, hoping up on the island barstool.
I nod, avoiding his gaze. “Viv told me. I didn’t believe her at first and just brushed it off, but I started to notice every little thing Viv told me about her. I compliment her, she looks away. I tell a joke, she’s the only one who laughs every single time.”
“What’s holding you back, man?”
I scrub a hand over my face. “Everything. The fact that it feels too fast. The fact that she’s so clearly into me and I don’t think I’m capable of giving it back. The fact that I don’t even know what these feelings truly are.”
Vince chuckles, sighing as he shakes his head. “It’s love, Sixx. And it’s fine to be unsure. You think I thought that I deserved Amanda’s love? Fuck no. We all deserve love, Sixx. Even you. But you and your damn insecurities are about to ruin something that could potentially lead to the rest of your life. Is that what you want?”
No.
What I want is to feel confident in myself. To feel confident that I am someone who’s good enough to be seen with her. To love her until I physically can’t.
But I’m not. And I never will be.
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“Dada.....”, The little 3 year old baby girl that I held in my arms babbled as she looked at her father over my shoulder with her cute curious eyes who was already walking towards me with a small smile on his face, looking at the small child as he looked at her excited (E/C) eyes with his warm hazel ones.
“I’m here, sweetie....”, He murmured softly as he kissed the girl sweetly on the forehead making her giggle and coo happily at her father,” Good morning.”
“Good morning,...Nik...”, I said as I leaned into Nikki’s touch as he wrapped his arm with security and warmth around me and the little bundle of joy that was right next to us.
“Morning, beautiful.....”, He whispered in my ear kissing my forehead and then my cheek, only then to plant his warm and slightly chapped lips unto mine. The kiss was short but despite that it had a burning taste of passion in it that I couldn’t describe but either way... I loved it.
The embrace was then interrupted by a small barking sound from the floor, as I felt a tug on my nightgown. I then departed my eyes from Nikki to see two small set of brown eyes looking at me energetically as the small pup wagged its tail with joy as he looked at the baby with wonderment.
“And you too, bud....”, He said with a laugh as he picked up the dog from the ground, making the dog yap at him and his tail wag with speed. I giggled at how cute the two of them were as I then looked at (D/N) tiny form as she leaned gently into my shoulder giggling at the pup that was in Nikki’s hands.
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‘Buddy was new to the family once (D/N) was born. It wasn’t just an early Christmas present but it was also something that Nikki and I talked about when she was born. I thought about what it would be like if we did have a pet and if it would be nice that our daughter got to play with it. Nikki of course agreed same going for me as we both had our fair share of love for animals especially dogs. And he couldn’t say not to his newborn daughter too. We wanted to buy and get a pup especially for her, but I then heard about an option for adopting one from one of my closest friends. I overhead from her that these pups were homeless or abandoned and needed homes, as well as it would be an amazing idea to have one. It wouldn’t just be a good decision but rather an amazing way to spread awareness about these animals who need love and attention. Thinking about that made me think of Nikki and his past. It always left me thinking that Nikki deserved better. A better family to have raised him, a better childhood, and a better life. Nikki of course was happy now and would always remind me that I was always there for him and that things have changed now because of me and the people that supported him aka the crue as well as other people and to not worry about the things that happened to him in the past, because he already has his two most greatest things: His Band and His Family. But those exact same thoughts made me wonder.
“Those animals deserve the exact same thing.
Love, attention, and a Family.”
Not Hatred, Loneliness, and Abandonment.
Just Like Nikki needed it and has it now.
As I rethought the decision in my mind, I smiled as I then went and talked it over with Nikki about adopting a pet. He of course was shocked to see me talk about my reasons for it especially since he was mainly the reason for it. Of course after finishing he gave me a strong embrace and a kiss, and accepted on a adoption for a pet. Afterwards, He told me that I had such a heart of gold and teased me about it for the rest of the day......
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‘Ughh’, I thought in my head as I groaned at Nikki’s teasing remarks that day, as I saw him play with ‘Buddy’, as well as (D/N) joining him in the floor of the living room. ‘What a dork.’ I smiled with a blush as I looked at them as I went to the kitchen to start on breakfast, as a few moments later my two devilish angels a.k.a Nikki and (D/N) decided on wanting to join in and help me with it.
But at least he’s my dork.
8 hours later
“Mommy.”, (D/N) asked me as she tugged on my party dress I picked out for the dinner party looking at me with cute baby doll eyes.
“Yes sweetie”, I said softly as I picked her up gently looking at her as I awaited for her response.
“When are my aunties and uncles going to come.”, She said her eyes a bit sad as she looked down, as she already had her clothes ready for the Christmas dinner party we were holding at our place.
“Oh, honey...”, I started to say my heart breaking at her expression she gave me, “Your aunts and uncles will come....Even some of the kids too so you can all play....There are just running a bit late....But don’t worry....Okay.”
“Really?”, She said as she had hopeful eyes gleaming, rubbing her eyes.
“Yeah, princess.”, Nikki said as he appeared next to me, wearing his formal wear, looking as handsome as always, taking (D/N) in his arms and hugged her, “Everything will be ok.”
Then as soon as he said that a door ringing was hear from the front door.
“Speaking of the devil.”, I muttered jokingly to Nikki as he chuckled rolling his eyes a bit playfully as he patted my shoulder as he gently put (D/N) on the floor next to Buddy who was now wagging his tail in excitement.
“I’ll get it.”, He told me as he went over to the door opening to reveal...
You guessed it.
The breathing, living, and rocking crue....
Standing at our door...
My Parents , my friends along with their husbands and daughters , and.....
My brother!
Looking at him standing there I was shocked.
“Surprise!”, He said as he had his arms out ready to hug me and a huge smile on his face.
“(B/N)!”, I said with wide eyes open as I hugged him tightly a happy smile reaching its way on my face, deep down believing this was all a dream.
“ In the flesh.”, He said with a chuckle as he broke free from the heartwarming embrace.
“But- How.....”, I asked him still amazed at him standing here in front of me, “I thought you couldn’t come because of your job.”
“Well..., let’s just say a little someone gave me a nice talk through the phone and told me to come here and meet you as a surprise.”, He said as he looked at me trailing off a bit.
“When I mean a ‘little someone’ I mean Nikki.”, He then said as he gestured towards him who was busy welcoming Tommy, Vince, and Mick, “And when I mean a nice talk, I mean he was going to beat and murder my ass if I didn’t come here.”
“Oh no....”, I said as I felt a bit guilty thinking that he came here because of Nikki’s threat., “Didn’t Nikki really force you to come here-”
“No no no, He didn’t....”, He said as he understood what I was trying to say, “I mean a bit but, no. Don’t blame him for anything though, I only came here because of you and about what Nikki said when he called me up.”
“What did he say?”, I asked him as I quirked an eyebrow.
“Well, He told me about how much you missed having me visit for the holidays and well that he wanted to change that by bringing me here....”, He started to say as he stood in front of me, “.......And then he told me about how you were incredibly special to him and lovey dovey stuff as he liked to put it.”
I gasped hearing this..
Did Nikki really just..?...
“But that’s all I can say for now......”, He finished as he then gave a smile, “Other than that I am happy to see you and mom and dad again here together. I know I haven’t been the best bro for not coming for the holidays, but I guess I feel happy now that I’m here. Huh? Now that I’m thinking about it, I feel like with Nikki being around with you its a miracle for him.... He really cares about you, I can tell......”
Still a bit taken aback by all of this information, I saw as I small girl and a woman came walking beside my brother.
“Oh yeah, I didn’t came here alone of course.”, He said as she then said a small ‘hello’, sending me a welcoming smile holding her daughter in her arms.
“I guess I already told you about them in a few occasions over the phone, but this is my wife Donna, and this little munchkin over here is my daughter Annie.”, He introduced as they both said hi, Donna shaking my hand as she said it was nice to meet me, her daughter giving me a shy wave as to say hello to me.
“Its Nice to meet you too,” I said with a warm welcome as I told them to go ahead and make themselves comfortable at home.
I then said hello to my parents and my friends who brought over their husbands and daughters...
And of course couldn’t forget about the jolly ol’ crue....
“Hey Tommy, Vince!”, I greeted as I then walked over to them both as they enveloped me in a warm friendly hug.
They both said hello to me before releasing me from the hug, I was about to greet Mick only to find he wasn’t there.
“Where’s Mick?”, I asked as I tried looking for him around where I stood.
“Mick is with Nikki in the kitchen talking about something... code word ‘ private’....”, Tommy said as he held out the quotation marks in the air whispering the word to me.
“And He doesn’t want us in on listening to their small chat, thinking we are gonna gossip about it to the fellas around here......so yeah here we are.... trying but also not trying to ‘eavesdrop’ on them.....”, Vince continued as he rolled his eyes a bit.
I giggled at them both as I shook my head, “Well good luck with that. ”
After a couple of minutes of introduction with everyone including Mick who came out with Nikki after their so called ‘private conversation’ , we all went to the dining room, Me and Nikki being the last ones as he looked to me.
“So your brother came.”, Nikki commented as he stood beside me.
“Yeah, I noticed.” I said as I tried to play along with his game although already knowing it was his idea all along for him to come here,” I’m really happy he came.”
“Um, I sort of called him to come here. I know how much he means to you as family.”, Nikki said nervously as he looked at me coughing a bit.
Damn it why did he have to be so cute!
“So yeah....”, He said with a chuckle ,” I’m gonna go and head over-”
I cut off his sentence with a warm kiss as I gripped his coat.
He was shocked but slowly kissed me back.
I then pulled away with a sigh.
“I know you called him over and why. He told me everything”, I said with a smile as I noticed him look a bit surprised to hear me say this.
“What you did was really sweet and the best gift I could have from you, I love you.”, I said as I hugged him tightly, not wanting to ever let go from him.
Before long he hugged me back, saying those same words.
“I love you too, Merry Christmas baby.....”
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