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rai-chuuuu · 1 month

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helloo can i request Boyfriend Things with Nct127 members<3 thanks

╰┈➤ nct (127) boyfriend things !

boyfriend things... (0.7k words)

pairing ; every member x gn!reader

warnings ; I dont even know????

TO THE PERSON THAT REQUESTED JAEHYUN AND FOOTBALL PLAYING Y/N, I AM SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT. I'M NOT TRYING TO AVOID THE REQUEST BUT I'M SO STUMPED ABOUT IT 😭

Taeyong - If there’s one thing you should know about Taeyong, it’s that he tries to spend tons of time with you. Even if his schedule is almost full, he gives his best effort. After long days, expect to do some stuff like play games, have a movie marathon, or even go shopping. When it comes to little things, it depends on the weather. When it’s sunny outside, Taeyong will take you out to enjoy the sun and how it feels. On the contrary, he loves staying inside and napping with you when it’s raining or snowing.

Taeil - Taeil is the kind of boyfriend who sends you a song and says it reminds him of you. On some days, you can even expect a whole playlist that you adore. He keeps almost everything you give him, no matter the size or the condition it’s in. If you gave him a birthday gift years ago, he’ll more than likely still have it well taken care of. He’ll remember things you’ve said, which is also perfect when it comes to getting gifts for you, no matter the occasion.

Johnny - Despite Johnny helping almost everyone he knows, he helps you out the most. His aid ranges from assistance with getting something to kind words and affirmations. It comes from a state of care. He makes sure to take care of you and treats you like a prized possession. No matter how sweet that is, there’s a downside. When going out to an amusement park, Johnny always drags you along on drop-off rides. Whether or not you’re scared of heights, it’s something you should prepare for.

Yuta - Something sweet Yuta does is rest on you. Because he doesn’t use a pillow, there are times when he prefers lying on you for comfort reasons. It’s extremely cute, but he always manages to wake you up since he wakes up earlier. You should always expect to be out a ton on off days, mainly due to disliking staying inside. You always have fun with Yuta, so that’s what really matters.

Doyoung - Similarly to Taeil, Doyoung has a good memory, so he knows exactly what to get you every single time. If you said you enjoyed a certain dish or outfit, it’s something that he’ll give you, even if it’s years later. It’s extremely impressive and always such a surprise to you. On a good day, you’ll catch Doyoung in the kitchen baking a treat for the both of you. He has to put that baking talent somewhere, you know.

Jaehyun - Jaehyun enjoys taking care of you more than—almost—anything. It doesn't really matter what he does in particular, but it’s always nice to be treated nicely. Honestly, the only bad thing about Jaehyun is that he’d brag about a lot of things, although they're not even that serious. It’s really him trying to show off to impress you, which is pretty sweet. Whenever this happens, he seems to get a bit embarrassed after it. You can always tell when his ears get red.

Jungwoo - He gets you all kinds of Snoopy-related items solely to remind you of him. Jungwoo has given you accessories, kitchen sets, and so much more that is just... Snoopy. You don’t know if he mainly does this to you or if it’s normal, but there’s not much of a complaint. Jungwoo would try to scare you with his imitation skills, which work a lot more than they really should. Sometimes you know it’s him doing it, but it’s the fact that you don't expect it that gets to you.

Mark - For someone who mainly takes out the trash and helps with laundry when it comes to the group, Mark is weirdly insistent on helping you with chores. You could be doing the dishes, and he’ll ask if you need help, but he will still do them if you say no. The only “bad” thing he would do is offer to take you out to get something you want, then take you to a totally different spot to eat his favorite food with him. It’s not the worst, but it is a bit odd.

Haechan - Haechan likes to keep the place clean, which is always handy when you don’t actually feel like doing anything. He likes to tidy up with music, which is always a nice touch. There’s just something about him that makes me want to believe he would torture you in the weirdest ways, like making you watch his dancing without music, which is oddly uncomfortable. There isn’t a reason for this. It just happens. Haechan would probably eat your food but say that you “just forgot you already ate it” to get away with it.

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raainberry · 6 months

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Moonflower - III

« In literature, the moonflower has been used as a symbol of love, mystery, and enchantment. »

Sana x gn!reader

Okay maybe it’s angst this time

synopsis - your job is still flowers. she's still not sure how she got into this mess. but maybe you could get her out of it.

- part I - part II -

wordcount - 3.4K

TW - like three (3) of the same soft cuss word

A/N - here is my first piece of work that made me cry out of frustration (we will be blaming emo hours). now if you saw my breakdown live on the tl two days ago, no you didn’t. and if you saw my update yesterday saying this very thing would be up later that day, no you didn’t either. i fell asleep, your girl was running on three hours of sleep (wonder why🥰) it happens to the best of us SORRY. hope you enjoy it though! im actually not too mad at how it turned out🤭

“How would your wedding look like?” She asked, taking a sip of her water bottle.

You chuckled softly at the question, wondering what had prompted it apart from the obvious.

“I haven’t thought about that.” You answered truthfully.

“Not even once?”

“No.”

“You’re lying.” She said, convinced of her own words.

“Am I?”

“You’ve helped hundreds of people with their own.” She pointed out. “It’s impossible not to think of what yours would look like.”

“I help them choose flowers. I’m not organizing their entire reception.” You argued.

“Then you probably thought about that much.”

You turned to her.

She was right, but you weren’t lying either.

Flowers were the only thing you’d envisioned so far.

“So which is it gonna be?” She insisted.

“Moonflowers.” You answered, making her chuckle.

“I could have guessed that.”

“Yet you haven’t.”

You fully expected the way she rolled her eyes at you before looking away to focus on the dark horizon.

A small, comfortable silence settled between the two of you. One of many throughout this spontaneous outing, and with each one, you seemed to appreciate them a little more.

Because they never seem to last with her.

“I’ll get the moonflowers.” She blurted out, cutting the moment short yet again.

“What?”

“For the wedding.” She said, almost shrugging as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Given the context, it was, but still… You stayed silent, thinking back to the very reason you were even sitting beside her at the moment.

The two of you were parked at the top of some small hill overlooking part of the town, laying against the windshield of your car and sitting on top of the hood.

All your problems seemed so small up there, barely even deserving of a thought. The afternoon you just spent together did wonders for your souls.

She had asked you to drive around before going back home. That somehow lead you to hours of wasting gas and money at random shops, most of which you’d never even heard of.

The more you followed her around, the more it all felt like a getaway. Not in the idyllic sense, rather in the literal one. You could tell she was avoiding her apartment. Obviously you had an idea as to why, and maybe that’s what pushed you to give in to every single one of her requests.

It was nice doing things she wanted.

Sana eventually realised that was the true reason why she delayed returning to her apartment over and over. She couldn’t care less about the man living there with her, nor about whether or not he was actually waiting for her there.

She just didn’t want it to stop. The feeling of mattering. Of being considered. Being seen. Heard.

Her smile slowly returned as hours went by, justifying everything you’d done for her in so little time. It gave you purpose, proving you weren’t losing your mind in vain.

Because boy did she drive you insane.

Was she really still going through with it all?

“Why don’t you choose your own?” You asked her, trying to distract yourself from your own thoughts.

At the end of the day, it was none of your business. It wasn’t your decision to make.

“Possessive much?” She teased, and you straightened yourself up. The top of this hood suddenly felt uncomfortable.

“Not necessarily. But the only way you’re getting moonflowers at your wedding is by marrying me.”

That’s what you heard yourself say just seconds later.

You’d mumbled it to yourself, letting your old flirting skills and days get the best of you for some reason. You looked at her, hoping she hadn’t heard or at least not enough to get it.

A second passed. Then two. Three.

The lack of questioning was alarming, and in good reason.

You had managed to make her speechless. Unwillingly, yes, but it only made it that much more unbelievable.

Even thinking she couldn’t do, as if her mind had short-circuited at the thought of marrying someone else than the man she’d been conditioned to.

“It was a joke.” You finally spoke up, hoping to break her out of her trance.

It was the truth. It might have been borderline flirting, but the main goal was humor. You were technically joking.

But still. All she did was blink.

Maybe she needed help at finding words, that’s why her lips suddenly fell on yours, right? To steal them from you?

You mentally chuckled at your ridiculous thought process, ashamed of it as if it had been heard by the whole world. Good thing it faded out with each one of her kisses.

She was efficient, you’ll give her that. However what stuck with you was how soft, how delicate her lips were against yours. It debilitated all cognitive functions of your brain. The power was out for at least three seconds at one point. You couldn’t think straight, kissing her back as if you were supposed to.

As if she were yours to begin with.

It’s unclear how long it took for you to gain enough sense back, all you knew was that feeling her bite down on your bottom lip did the trick.

The faint pain as she tugged on it ever so softly snapped you back to reality, warning you about what would come if you didn’t pull away in the next second.

You felt your heart race as it all sunk in.

The one thing you had told yourself not to fall into earlier that day… A trap that seemed so obvious it managed to fool you. You practically jumped into it.

As much as you danced around it, you knew what you were here for. What you’d agreed to. What she wanted you for.

You knew you were just a pawn in her vendetta from the start. She’d made it very clear. So why did the whole idea just dawn on you now?

Maybe you’d turned a blind eye for as long as you could, you couldn’t say to save your life. All you knew was that you didn’t like it one bit.

So when she went for another kiss, leaning in to capture your swollen bottom lip, you made sure she never reached it.

That earned you a confused look from her, as if it were the first time her kiss was denied. The sight would have been amusing, if only you didn’t feel so torn yourself…

Your gaze reflected that to Sana, and she had a hard time figuring out what exactly was it that was so wrong.

Though she could at least tell you were tormented, it was only confirmed when you jumped off the hood.

She watched as you started to walk away from the car and further into the darkness surrounding you.

Where the hell were you going? You were basically in the middle of nowhere.

“Y/N!”

The sound of the rocks and dirt beneath your shoes faded out as you came to a halt, feeling her eyes burning into your back.

“Where are you going?”

You turned around, seeing she had stepped off the hood too, and taken a few steps towards you.

“I’m going home.” You told her, tearing your eyes off her as you started walking away again.

“So you’re leaving me alone in some hilltop at night in the middle of nowhere?”

No, you weren’t.

You made sure to brush right past her on your way back, though, heading straight into the driver’s seat.

Slamming the door behind you, you let out a heavy sigh you were sure she’d heard from outside. It took longer than you’d have liked for her to join you, only sitting in the passenger seat after making sure you’d calmed down.

Not a word from her. Not a sound from you. Only your clothes rubbing together as your leg showed itself to be restless.

You refused to look at her. She didn’t like the attitude, but a part of her could understand. So she didn’t say anything, and stared out her own window in silence.

As minutes went by, your anger and frustration slowly get overcome by a familiar sensation.

Greed. You wanted to know.

Nothing about this woman concerned you. Yet you wanted to know more. You needed to.

The feeling appeared as soon as she’d spoken up at the flower shop, and now it managed to appear without a single word from her.

It was only days ago. The speed of it all was frightening.

Yet you couldn’t help how curious the still silhouette in the corner of your eye made you. What was she thinking about now?

The wedding? Her fiancé? Herself? You?

Turning to look at her, you watched her through a calmer mind as your questions grew in number despite yourself.

“What’s on your mind?” You finally spoke up.

Your voice was louder than you remembered. It startled her, but she hid it well before meeting your gaze.

“Nothing you’d care about.”

You frowned internally. The same feeling as back in the flower shop again. You felt it back when she sat down beside you on the hood earlier too.

She was close. She was pretty. So pretty.

You suddenly felt jealous, and that pretty much signed off on the insanity of this situation you’d somehow put yourself in. Or maybe she’d dragged you in it, who cares, it wasn’t important anymore.

“Don’t get married.”

You whispered this time, but the words were still loud.

Sana closed her eyes, and the silence that followed was loud enough to stress about it. Your words had slipped out again, but this time you found nothing to cover them up with.

Partly because you didn’t even want to cover them up.

Her eyes opened again, allowing the cheap lighting outside to reflect on those beautiful brown eyes. You were in awe at that point. Tired, but still able to appreciate such a pretty sight.

“You’re so unfair.”

You snapped out of your trance at the sound of your own thoughts echoing through her lips.

“What?”

“You know why I brought you here, right?”

Her gaze fixated far ahead while you could only focus on hers. You weren’t trying to make her look at you, though. You were only trying to see what she was seeing.

“Answer me.” She ordered, attempting to conceal the weakness in her voice.

“I do.” You admitted.

“Then help me.” She pleaded. “I can’t do it alone.”

“I’m trying to.” You assured her. “Ever since you stepped into the shop, that’s all I’ve done.”

“Then why did you pull away?”

You sighed once more, finding interest out the windshield as well. Your lips parted without sound for a second, debating on whether or not you should let these words slip out too…

“I don’t want to be your scapegoat.”

Sana swallowed the knot in her throat. The truth was a little hard, but it remained. You were right.

She didn’t plan on kissing you earlier. That alone could have proven your worries to be wrong. However, everything she managed to think about as soon as her lips touched yours… It all gave you more than one reason to worry.

Giving in to desire was weak on her part. Part of her regretted it. It threw away all her hopes of ever pulling the spectacular revenge she dreamed about.

So she had to think of a backup plan.

What she managed to come up with was simple, deprived of any details she would normally be able to think of. Infatuation only allowed her to think of the big picture, while she focused on satisfying her desire.

By that point, she did plan on sleeping with you. She did plan on letting her fiancé find out. And after that, she did plan on throwing you under the bus if things ever got too much to handle.

Now that her mind was given time to properly think, she realised something very upsetting.

This so called backup plan was none other than her inital one. One she’d made up in the lowest point of her life, all out of hope and lost in purpose.

She was back at square one.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered, making you look back at her.

Her eyes were closed, and you found out it was a weak attempt at stopping the tears from rolling down her cheeks.

The sight of them surprisingly left you indifferent. You stared at her in silence for a few long seconds, unsure of what to do, or say.

You were hesitant, but you were far from heartless.

Your index finger ended up reaching for her jaw, catching the salted droplet before it stained the fabric of her pants below. The one on the other side of her face might have, but that wasn’t something to worry about for either of you.

Sana’s mind was stuck on your finger lingering on her sharpest bone. The feeling of your skin against hers, of a touch as innocent as this one… It was conflicting.

She opened her eyes, catching yours by surprise. She expected you to, but you didn’t look away this time. That allowed her to notice the color of your eyes for the first time.

She couldn’t tell you why she got stuck on such a detail, and to be honest, she didn’t feel the need to find a reason.

She could, so she did. Something else she hadn’t been able to do in a long while.

And it felt good.

“Y/N…”

Your jaw clenched at the sound. Your name sounded so pretty enlaced in that sweet voice of hers…

You felt your breath catch in your throat as you anticipated her next words. The flutter in your chest made itself known again as the adrenaline left little room for shock when she’d eventually say them.

“Do you still want to sabotage a wedding?”

A heavy sigh freed the breath that had caught in your throat.

It dawned on you yet again. Hearing those words for a second time… You were going in circles. This really was nothing but a trap.

You didn’t know if she’d done it on purpose, if she lured you in or if she was just as stuck as you were—Hell, you didn’t even care.

You just needed to get out while you could.

So your hand found the key in the ignition, and it took no time for you to start the car up.

The sound of the engine revving as you prepared to leave triggered something in the woman sitting next to you. Something that made her heart race as she began mumbling something.

It seemed as though she was repeating something under her breath, her gaze out in the dark around you and absent like she’d retreated within her own mind.

Her words were loud enough for you to notice she was saying something, but not enough to understand it.

You froze at the scene, unsure if you should hear her out, reassure her or step on the gas. It was obvious what you should do, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to.

So she made you do it herself.

“I don’t want to go back!” She yelled over the engine, and grabbed onto your arm.

You let go of the key, her fingers tightening around your forearm as her eyes looked for yours.

“I don’t want to go back.” She repeated, her voice barely a whisper.

Your eyebrows furrowed, something you could only feel as your body reacted to her once more. You didn’t know what hurt more; seeing the tears pool in her eyes as she struggled to hold them back or her nails digging though the fabric and into your skin.

“Please...”

You couldn’t answer as something on her hand distracted you from the pain. Something shiny. A glimmer on her ring finger—most likely diamonds. Might as well have been rocks; it held no value in that so called promise between her and that man. At the least it didn’t for one of them.

You looked back at the bearer, your jaw tense as you thought. Your mind flashed back to mere moments ago. Why was she still wearing it? She had no right to. Not after leaving such betrayal on your lips.

“Then take it off.” You spoke up, your voice hoarse as if you’d been yelling for liberation.

Her mind was shaken, desperate to see through eyes that looked so unfamiliar now.

Your gaze was stern. It all looked blurry, as if you’d built a wall in front of what she had access to just moments ago…

“What?”

“The ring, Sana. Take it off.”

She barely glanced down at her own hand before looking back at you. The chuckle tasted bitter on your tongue.

“You can’t even face it.”

“That’s all I’ve been telling you.” She let out a defeated sob. “Why don’t you just do it for me?”

You looked back down at her hand, and her gaze followed yours to land there as well. She hated the sight of it. It felt as though it had been there forever.

All she dreamed about was taking it off.

All you had to do was take it off.

So you did, and finally slipped the ring off her finger, holding it between two of your own.

She mindlessly watched as your thumb and index rolled it around to observe it above the steering wheel. All that pain. All that torment. All because of a single, shiny metal ring.

“Doesn’t it feel lighter?” You spoke in an attempt to pull her out of her own mind. The last thing she needed was to get lost in it.

“I…” She trailed off, looking down at her hand, and finally seeing her finger naked in what felt like a lifetime. “It does.”

You trapped the jewel inside your fist, sighing as you leaned back against the back of your seat.

“What are you going to do now?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well…” Your hand found the commands of the automatic windows, pushing the button to roll yours down. “Whatever you do, you take care of yourself.”

Most people would have asked what the hell you were doing. If that ring didn’t hold any sentimental value, financially, it still held its own.

Not Sana, though. She didn’t seem phased by your action as she watched it land who knows where.

“Wait…” She trailed off, rewinding your words. “Are you not going to stick around?”

“I did all I could, Sana.” You started, your eyes focused out the open window as a breeze helped to dry off the tears before they even formed. “I kept my word and helped you. I took it off. But you’re gonna need to face him yourself.”

“But I can’t do it alone—“

“You have to.” You snapped, turning back to look at her. You ignored her lips parted in surprise, and continued. “If what I’ve learned about you in this short time is true, it’s the only way you’ll ever be free.”

“What have you learned?”

“Nothing.” You scoffed. “That’s why you have to do it. You’re the only one who actually knows how to deal with this. I can be by your side all you want, but I’ll never be any help. No one ever will.”

Your rant caused a small sob to escape her lips, and she ignored your surprise when she reached for your hand. You could only let her again, allowing yourself to relish in her touch and find pleasure in your body’s reactions to it.

You looked down at your joined hands, watching her intertwine them. You found yourself responding to her touch, your fingers closing around hers.

“Then at least stay.”

You softly caressed the top of her thumb, giving yourself some time to actually think before agreeing this time.

“On one condition.” You said, finding her eyes.

“What is it?”

You glanced down at your tangled hands.

It was an insane thing to look at. To feel. It didn’t make any sense. You’d only met her three days ago. You’d only spent an afternoon, part of an evening with her.

Yet so much happened. So much was felt.

You blinked, and her hand was still in yours. It felt good. But it lacked warmth.

It was telling.

At that moment in time, deep down, you knew this wouldn’t last.

Maybe you’ll part ways right after she’d break the engagement off. Maybe you’ll date and break up once you realise it was all comfort and reassurance disguising as love and affection. Maybe she won’t even break the engagement off.

Whatever the reason, you knew you wouldn’t see her at your wedding.

So you had to make one last thing clear.

“I keep the moonflowers.”

#twice x reader #sana x reader #sana imagines #twice imagines #twice sana #minatozaki sana

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melodrangea · 6 months

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can we have nicknames soul eater girls calling their s/o? Pls

absolutely my dear anon

Soul Eater girls don't get NEARLY enough love!

i'm also so sorry requests are taking so long my loves, but I am back in the writing groove and will try to clear my inbox this weekend!

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What Soul Eater Girls call their S/O

Maka Albarn

-Maka is another character that I fell wouldn't really use many pet names until she's older, at least into her twenties

-but when she does use nicknames they're either very classy or short and easy

babe

-just something quick, she'll be in a rush out the door and just kiss you on the cheek saying goodbye

"bye babe, I have to go but I'll see you when I get home, love you!"

hon

-Maka's definitely relaxed, sitting by the couch in one of your sweaters and a thick blanket, famous chopping book in hand

-you'd hand her a cup of tea and cuddle up next to her

she's respond with a "thank you hon"

honey

-she'll usually only call you this when she feels guilty (normally about being gone long on missions) or when she knows you've had a tough day

"how are you doing honey? __ said you weren't feeling well" :(

Tsubaki Nakatsukasa

THIS girlie on the other hand would absoluetly adore giving you pet names

n/n

-fairly self explanatory but usually in front of people she doesn't know she'll call you by a short (cuter) version of your name

-you're just her adorable little s/o and you WILL be addressed accordingly

love

-used just as casually as anything else she'll ever say to you

-which never fails to make you extremely flustered in certain situations

"which movie did we leave off on love?"

beautiful

-this one is used more intimately

-a special occasion or something else, whatever she's doing she'll just turn to you and stare into your eyes

"I love you so much beautiful"

Liz Thompson

this cocky bitch (I'm lying I love her sm)

cutie

will probably be flirting with you or just trying to fluster you in general

"hey cutie you feel like going out sometime?" (you guys have been together for months too)

babe

again YOUR NAME DOES NOT EXIST

babe is essentially Liz's every other word talking to you

"babe are we still going out later? I still have to do my nails"

baby

calls you this when she's being more serious

"baby be careful, I don't want you getting hurt." "I love you too baby." "It'll be okay baby, just breathe."

Patty Thomspon

-I'm not gonna lie to y'all...

-pookie (pookie bear)

-she can and would, and ya'll know she would

"hey pookie! Are you ready yet???"

-like miss girl PATIENCE

scardey cat

-Patty gets into some crazy stuff because she just feels no fear

-so you being a normal person (no Patty we don't want to go into the haunted amusement park that's falling apart)

"c'monnn don't be a scardey cat, I'm sure the ghosts are friendly!" (cue Liz running away screaming)

n/n

-only normal thing Patty will ever call you

-would probably add 'chan' to the end of your name or nickname

-I love Patty but she's like a middle school boy hyped up on kool-aid with a recorder I'M SORRY

Marie

honey-bun

-it's only cute when she says it and she can and will call you honey-bun whenever she pleases!

"aw thank you honey-bun, I love you too!"

-you are her honey-bun now, just accept it

sweetheart

-makes you two sound like an old married couple and you love it

-you two will be cooking together and she'll ask you to hand her something

"do you mind passing me the olive oil sweetheart?"

dear/dearest

-y'all are the definition of an old married couple i'm sobbing

-she'll offhandedly tell you how much she loves you while calling you dearest

"I love you so much dearest, you truly mean so much to me"

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I love these four sm I swear

but anyways that's all for now my dears!

I'm here for your literary entertainment, I respond to requests as quickly as I can

-Melodrangea <3

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lorifragolina · 3 months

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Harringrove lovefest day 3

I almost forget I had a fic for this day too... I can't edit it entirely so I'll publish only the first half today :) I didn't come to a title yet... The prompt is "Bleeding love" @harringrovelovefest

Part 1

Rating: E WC: 2084 I felt inspired by a @applewillowstone CaliGator fic but I later made it Harringrove. Thanks anyway because that fic is obsessing me!

No Ao3 for the moment :)

U up?

The message lit the mobile on Billy’s nightstand. He looked at the time, 1 am.

It was way past bedtime, but he was lying widely awake in the bed, eyes sore, incapable of sleeping.

U up?

Stve harrington wrote the message. They were kind of friends now, some beer at the quarry and some one to one match at the baseball court in the park, with bruised hands and knees in result, and generally a sort of truce that took away at least a problem from Billy’s mind. The others were still bleeding, like his nose a few hours before. He would graduate in a few weeks, but he couldn’t work at his plan B. He had to use almost all his money to repair his car, and although he really wanted to go away, he couldn't for the moment.

He took the phone. He really wanted to sleep, but it was the third night in a row he couldn't get any sleep. His mind and his heart were racing like hell and he couldn't calm down enough.

Watsup?

He answered.

Can’t sleep. Going for a car ride. At U in 10.

Ok.

He cautiously sneaked out the door, nobody would check on him until the next afternoon. Steve’s beamer approached quietly in front of his house and he entered.

“What’s up” he asked again

Steve shrugged, grunted a little. “Just can’t sleep”.

“Why don’t you call your girl?” mocked Billy. Steve shrugged again, saying nothing.

“Troubles in paradise?” grinned Billy. “She doesn’t answer in the middle of the night”.

Billy bit his lips. He should have known he wasn’t the first choice.

Steve kept driving down the highway. They passed the Hawkins sing and the radio was playing quiet music, in a low volume, and Billy laid his head to the window, looking to the little piece of sky he could peep. He closed his eyes and started snoring quietly.

“Ehi,” Steve touched him. “Ehi, I wouldn't call you if I knew you wanted to sleep”.

“Uh?” Billy opened his eyes, confused. Steve snickered.

“Are you sleepy?” he smiled.

“I… I just…” suddenly Billy was feeling all the lack of sleep invading his body, he was glad he wasn’t driving.

Steve parked near a gas station. “No, stay inside. I’ll just buy a coffee, ok?”

Steve returned after a while and put the paper cup in the cup holder, then went to open the trunk.

“Here”, he covered Billy in a blanket, and Billy blinked, still sleepy. He muttered something.

“Don’t worry, we’ll return to Hawkins now”.

Billy wasn’t able to stay awake, not even until they left the parking lot.

“Come on, sleeping beauty,” Steve opened the door and tried to drag him outside. He left the banket in the car, and Billy blinked a couple of times in the fresh air. He didn’t recognize the place.

“... home?” he asked.

“No,” answered Steve. They’re in the middle of the woods and Steve opened the door of a little cabin, inside there was a little stove, the tv, a sofa and a bed behind a little bead curtain. Steve took a beer can from the fridge, while Billy was desperately trying to feel less drowsy.

Steve drove him to the sofa and turned on the tv.

“You ok?” he asked again. Billy dropped his head.

“Do you prefer the bed?” continued Steve, shaking him again.

“No…” whined Billy, craving for laying in a warm blanket again.

Steve giggled. “Come on”, he gently dragged Billy again, this time to the bed. Billy sat on the edge, confused, trying to resist a little. “Don’t worry, Hargrove, have some sleep, at least you”, he smiled, returning to the sofa and having his beer. He lowered the volume.

Billy sighed, then took off his pants in the bed, in a mild attempt of decency. He looked to Steve another time, then slipped inside the sheet, and he fell asleep the instant he touched the pillow.

After another hour watching the TV, Steve went to bed too. Billy was sound asleep, ruffled, like it was the first good sleep in days. Billy whined a little when the bed moved under his weight, but he didn’t wake up.

Steve clinged the blanket around himself and fell into a broken sleep.

Billy woke up refreshed for the first time in weeks. He initially freaked out, it took a little to him remembering where he was. Then he barely recognized the cabin and recalled the ride with Steve. He sat in the bed, looking for Harrington, but he couldn't see him, but a pot of coffee was gurgling on the counter.

“Oh, you’re up,” Steve came from the door after a few minutes, just when Billy was pouring the coffee in a cup.

“Hi,” said Billy.

“I’m sorry I don’t really have food,” said Steve pointing to the junk food, chips and popcorn on the counter. “And I’m sorry but if you thought about a shower, the boiler just broke”.

“What… what kind of place is it?” said Billy, hesitant. “It’s your fuck pad?”

Steve giggled. “Kind of. It’s my grandpa's cabin, I sometimes watch the sport here”.

Billy nodded, tasting the shitty coffee.

“Did you sleep well?” grinned Steve, pouring a cup himself.

“I’m sorry. You could just drop me at home”.

“I didn’t really want to be alone,” Steve shrugged. He spent part of the night looking at Billy’s sleeping, he had the impression he needed a good sleep, and he was a little envious of the ease he fell asleep in no time. He wished he could sleep in that way for once, instead of staring, eyes wide open, for long hours every night.

“I wasn’t a good company,” snickered Billy, dropping his cup in the sink. “Do you mind driving me back home?”.

Steve stared for a long moment at Billy’s face and his uncombed curls, making him feel uncomfortable. Then he dropped by Billy's home, and he went directly in the shower. It was hard to confess, but it was the best sleep he had in a month.

Billy couldn’t say how it happened, and Steve didn’t know either, to be honest.

They graduated, Steve’s parents were in town, and he was struggling with them, the part time job at the ice cream parlor that they considered a shitty place, and his girlfriend Wheeler, they came back together after the brief affair with Byler. Apparently everyone wanted a piece of Harrington, and he needed a break every now and then, more than every now and then, really.

In those moments he started to call Billy and they went together in the cabin, isolated from the world, and they watched sports or played video games. Or just sleep, Steve gave Billy the key if he wanted to go there to take a nap quietly. After graduation, Billy’s troubles to sleep increased, he barely could stand his father and the rest of his family, although, oddly enough, Neal had stopped to abuse him physically.

He still never went to the cabin alone, but he always took the opportunity to sleep soundly there; and after a while, he stopped feeling embarrassed and he went to bed when he felt like it.

They started to talk. A little, at the beginning, stupid things like rants on their parents - Billy didn’t share Neal’s abuses, but it was good venting without consequences for once-, on their jobs, they laughed a lot on Karen Wheeler’s tries on him. Steve vented often about Nancy, he still felt hurted and she didn’t seem to notice it, tormenting him instead with relationship goals and the eternal discussions about college.

And Harrington was funny; his moles danced when he laughed at his own silly jokes and at the smart Billy’s comebacks; and he was pretty, and Billy already knew what he was and what he liked, but he didn’t see the danger until it was too late. He dreamt Harringtpn lips, his brown eyes and his luscious eyelashes, his hands through his hair and that juicy ass inside the Scoop ahoy uniform. He can have only that and he tried to accept it.

When they slept together, sometimes Steve rolled on his side and slightly touched him, just casually in his sleep. Billy was used to sleep rigid like a rock in his house, but in Steve’s bed he felt enough confident to move, and they ended often tangled together, in each other arms. Billy stood still in those moments, enjoying just the little warmth he could steal from him.

“So she keeps arguing with me because I don’t commit enough, apparently. But… she’s always with Byler, and you know…”

Billy sighed and nodded. It was some time that Steve vented constantly about Nancy, she was angry with him for something and he had troubles trusting her.

“Perfect”, he angrily banged the mobile on the nightstand. “She doesn’t want to touch me but is able to get on my nerves every moment”. “Don’t know how she can refuse to have sex with you”, muttered Billy, lowering his eyes and his voice.

“What?” Steve was in underwear, sitting over the sheets. Billy was already in the bed.

Billy blushed, avoiding his look. “I’m sorry. It’s just… it’s just what I am. I’m sorry,” Billy repeated, whining because he had just outed himself. “Do you want me to go?” he whispered, even lower.

Steve shook his head, and Billy released his breath a little. Steve kept staring him in the eyes, surprised. And absolutely, incredibly stunning, Billy couldn’t stop thinking of it even in that moment.

Steve leaned a little towards him, and Billy gulped. Steve’s mouth was opened, plumpy and pink, but Billy flinched, shivering. He looked over Steve’s legs, and blushed, noticing the curve of his bulge. He bit his lips, mouth watering, but he wanted to be a good person for once.

Then Steve grabbed his arm, and Billy could feel his warm breath near him. He slipped a hand on his thigh, tucking his fingers under the edge of the boxer. He came out of the bed and walked in front of Steve, keeping their fingers intertwined.

Steve caressed Billy’s jaw with his fingers; Billy knelt in front of him without a word, and pulled his boxers down.

Steve whined hard when Billy’s lips touched his tip; he was half hard, but when Billy looked at him from behind, his dick twitched and swelled.

He started to moan fast and he grabbed Billy��s hand, pushing him on himself wildly; Billy’s tongue circled his length and he took all of it inside his throat. He gagged, but still sucked with all his senses and didn’t let Steve go.

He grabbed his own dick, palming it over his brief and moaned in return, aswering to Steve’s moan.

He felt Steve pushing fast in his mouth, he hit the back of his throat and pulled Billy's head. Billy tried to move, but Steve pushed his head again and came in his mouth.

“I’m… I’m sorry”, he whimpered at Billy’s cough and tears. Billy didn’t say anything, but passed a hand on his face. He looked at him with red, sad eyes and he stood again, lingering in Steve's touch on his cheek.

He went to the bathroom while Steve tucked himself again in the bed.

It is only because he missed Nancy, he told to himself looking his face in the mirror, cleaning a drop of cum on the angle of his lips. He was just aroused, he just needed to unload.

When he came out, Steve was lying with his back turned.

“it was just… to thank you…” whispered Billy again, trying to play cool.

“Thank me?”

“For… let me sleep here. And well… you miss Wheeler…”

“Of course”, Steve cut off.

“Do you want me to go?” Sighed Billy, gasping.

“No,” said Steve inside the pillow, without moving.

Billy sighed again and entered under the sheet, lying just at the edge, giving his back to Steve too.

After a while, already to the edge of sleep, he felt Steve moving and reaching him at his side. He slipped a hand on his waist.

”Steve, no,” sighed Billy. “No…” But Steve pulled his back against him, caressing him sweetly, and Billy turned on lying on him, falling asleep on his hairy chest.

He woke up after Steve, as usual. He wasn’t in the bed, and he heard he was outside turning on the hot water. He wore his clothes again and took a cup of coffee.

“You awake…” said Steve getting inside again, with his eyes low and an uncertain voice. “All good?”

Billy nodded, with a knot in his throat. He forced himself to smile nonchalantly.

“‘’f course”, he said.

“About last night…”

Billy blushed. “It doesn’t mean anything”, he answered, like he wouldn't care.

“I mean… you…”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before… is it a problem?”

Steve smiled, keeping the distance. He shook his head. “No. I don’t care, really. Ok?”

“We’re good?”

Steve nodded, relieved. “Yes, we’re good. Don’t worry, dude”.

Dude… Billy laughed bitterly inside. He felt ashamed of his lack of control, for letting Steve know he was a fag in that way, and for… maybe ruin their friendship for his stupid desire.

And again, neither he nor Steve could say how it happened, again and again. They never talked about it. They kept hanging out for the sport or the tv, or to go for a ride in the middle of the night and then sleep together in the bed. But from time to time, and day by day more frequently, they just looked each other in the eyes, and Billy dropped on his knees.

They just exchanged some little words. “It doesn’t mean anything”, Billy kept repeating to himself, craving all the time to have Steve in his lips. “We’re just bro”, said Steve, enjoying him on his knees and hugging him in the bed after it.

Nancy was out of town, and in any case they didn’t touch in any other way. They didn’t kiss, they just looked each other in the eyes. They didn’t reciprocate, it was just letting their steam off while they hadn’t regular partners in hand.

Steve had a girlfriend, and they barely talked about her now, but it wasn’t cheating, it was just sport. It wasn’t sex either, mouth didn’t count.

Or so Billy tried to convince himself. He felt dirty, and he said to himself he could stop at any time, that it was just a way to spend spare time. Steve never said anything, but he caressed his cheek more often and smiled to him, and stared at his lips, but he didn’t make any move.

Billy swallowed once more, gagging and coughing, grabbing his own hard dick over the boxer. He moaned, while Steve took off his soft dick from his month. Normally, he climbed on his side of the bed in silence, thanking Steve inside for the following hug.

“Come here,” said Steve that day, instead, taking the hand that was touching himself.

Blly smiled but shook his head. “Yes, come here,” whispered Steve again, making him lay down on his back at his side. “Quiet, don’t worry”.

Billy’s heart started to race, and he swayed a little when Steve pulled down the rubber of his underwear. He lightly touched his happy trail, with his hair bush, and then touched the delicate skin of his base.

Billy tried again to free himself. He felt harder every minute, but he felt it was also harder to justify.

“Harrington…” he called with urgency. Steve wanked him, tickling his leaking tip again and faster.

Steve shushed him. “Quiet. Don’t worry”,he repeated, then he pushed him on a side, spooning him, pressing all his chest on Billy’s back.

Billy felt near to the orgasm. Nothing was lost if Steve wouldn't make him come, but Steve trapped him between his legs and didn’t let him go.

“Come on, Billy…” he whispered sweetly. “Let me see”.

Billy came into Steve's hand. He felt Steve’s lips smiling on his nape, while he moaned like a slut and kept coming on Steve’s fingers.

Steve cleaned himself with a tissue and hugged him again driving him in his sleep.

They didn’t talk about it the next morning, or in the next few days. Billy felt dirty, guilty when he returned home that day, but the next day he let Steve touch him again, and the next day and the day after that. It wasn’t important, as long as they avoided kissing or… having proper sex. Their lower parts never touched each other, and it was totally innocent and not gay, and not cheating. Steve just had needs and Billy was helping and being helped. To be continued

#stranger things #writing #billy hargrove #steve harrington #wip #harringrove #harringrovelovefest2024 #modern AU

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dr-trafalgar-law · 4 days

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Trafalgar Law X CisFem Reader

"These aren't half bad for a pastry chef." Law smirked picking up another rice ball from the night before.

You didn't respond, gnawing on your lower lip distractedly.

'I need to see you.'

What does that mean? Did something happen? Had you been caught?

"F/N." your fiancé called startling you from your thoughts.

"Hm?"

"Would you like to go back to bed?" he offered assuming your distant demeanor was a side effect of last night's events.

"What? No, I'm fine." you raised your gaze to meet his.

He looked more curious than concerned, "Care to tell me why you're about to chew your own lip off?"

You halted your nervous habit once attention was drawn to it.

"Just still a bit off from yesterday I guess." you lied.

He didn't believe you but accepted your answer for now taking a seat at the table with you.

"Was there anything you wanted to do today?" he felt weird asking.

The two of you never participated in joint activities and he had no clue what you enjoyed doing when you weren't working.

"I'm so used to being up to my eyeballs in work. Just sitting around sounds kinda good." you shrugged.

"Then sitting around it is." he declared.

You glanced at him sideways. Was he planning to spend the day with you? When you suggested sitting around you assumed he would leave you alone, it didn't really seem to be his style to lay about and watch TV.

An hour later you'd constructed a nest of blankets and pillows on the sofa with Netflix cued up. Law strolled in placing his laptop, a medical journal and a comp book on the coffee table before taking a seat on the floor.

"Comfortable?" he watched you settle and turned back to the TV picking up the remote.

You hummed as he pressed play and went about his research.

It seemed he'd had no interest in watching your shows with you, but still felt the need to keep you company. You glanced between the television and your fiancé frequently. He studied diligently, citing medical articles and highlighting passages in the journal. Eventually, he stopped to take a break joining you on the couch. Rather than watch the baking show you were now six episodes into he leaned back and closed his burning eyes. It was quiet but comfortable unlike the night before. At some point, you both fell asleep.

___________

Buzzing on your nightstand jolted you from slumber. The room was still dark as you felt around for the device, squinting when you unlocked the screen nearly blinding yourself.

2:56 AM

"Fuck." you whispered settling back and opening your texts.

Law: I won't be home tonight. The on-call is overwhelmed and we're short on nurses.

It had been ten days since your episode. Before that Law probably wouldn't have bothered to tell you he wasn't coming home, you didn't share a room, it didn't matter to you. But you both agreed to communicate more even if you weren't quite ready.

Me: Your food is in the fridge.

Law smirked and pocketed his phone lying back on the cot in the on-call room. The staff insisted that he sleep for at least an hour, so he caved just taking the time to not be standing and interacting with people. He enjoyed that you were cooking dinner when you had time and that you even bothered to save him some. Cooking seemed to soothe you and he was reaping the benefits.

Your phone buzzed again earning a groan from you. What else could Law have to say?

206.555.4524: please.

The last message had gone unanswered, you even deleted it. Now you sat up wide awake slapping your phone across your thigh.

206.555.4524: I'm there. I'll wait.

You cut the engine after parking behind the house to be a little more inconspicuous.

"There" as it was referred to, was the Newgate lake house. You'd spent many summers there with the family and snuck away to have many nights alone with Marco. His truck was hidden around back next to yours, just like old times. You couldn't help the paranoid thought of it being a trap, but Marco would never do that to you.

Gulping down a few unsteady breaths you exited your car and walked up to the back door. Before you could knock the door opened and you were yanked inside colliding with a familiar torso. The light scent of burnt mesquite and chamomile wafted across your face instantly bringing a sense of ease over you. He held you for ages burying his nose in your scalp before you realized you weren't returning the affection. Your arms hung at your sides, you hadn't made a single move to bury yourself further into the blonde. The moment was so surreal and unexpected that you didn't hear him softly calling you.

His left hand moved to tip your chin up and meet his gaze, a heavy blush staining your cheeks. How could someone look so intense and nonchalant at the same time? His sapphires smoldered soaking up your flustered expression. It was exactly the reaction he wanted even if you didn't hug him back. The look on your face always gave you away.

"I shouldn't have come here." you stepped away.

Marco frowned, "But you did come, yoi."

"It was a mistake. You're married and I'm matched. People can't see us together even if it doesn't mean anything."

That hurt.

"Don't make it sound like we were nothing." his glare pierced your very core.

"That wasn't my intention. I'm sorry," you sighed pinching the bridge of your nose, "why did you call me out here? I thought something happened."

His shoulders dropped as he let out an exasperated sigh, "She's pregnant."

Your churning stomach worked quick sending stinging bile up your throat. You ran to the kitchen and spat into the sink. Marco followed offering a comforting pat between your shoulder blades.

"I'm ok." you muttered catching your breath, "Congrats is what I should have said."

Why did you come here?

"Yeah, I guess." he rubbed his neck.

"Why call me out in the middle of the night to tell me this?" you turned leaning against the marble countertop.

"I don't think it's mine, yoi."

The front door that led directly into the kitchen swung open startling both of you.

"Trust me no one ever comes out here babe." Ace stumbled in guiding a curvy brunette.

"Shit."

#trafalgar d law x reader #trafalgar law #closure #one piece #x reader #fem reader #lyndsyh24 #slow burn #mdni

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whumpshaped · 7 months

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First of all, I am equal parts amazed and terrified of your severe brainrot rn. Surely you don't sleep at night, eat or drink, just rotate those two like döner kebab and write? I binge-read it all yesterday (some pieces I read twice or thrice 😌) and I am overjoyed that the chapters keep coming but please don't write yourself into exhaustion 🥺

Second of all, Shadows for the vampire bingo! I imagine Helle likes dining out from time to time... Finds some other poor soul and is disappointed when they aren't as entertaining as Beck; or maybe they take beck somewhere, some park full of shadows - as enrichment 😊

i mean ur not wrong.. i do nothin but write recently.. but dont worry i'll be forced not to write for a good while starting saturday bc im going home :/ but until then its kebab time. heres how helle went about feeding while beck was out w the flu <3 not their best night

masterlist bingo card

tw vampire whumper, mind control, noncon biting of a married couple i feel like thats a special offence, noncon drugging, past trauma, death mention

Helle left the apartment feeling sick to their stomach. It was a dumb thing to still be so hung up about, it was merely the worst and last few days of their mortal life that gave way to a century torment right afterwards. Nothing monumental.

"This is ridiculous," they muttered to themself, quickly pressing the button that opened the front door of the building. The fresh air against their skin was definitely a welcome sensation — it made them temporarily forget about how suffocating their coffin had been.

They immediately spotted a couple on the bench by the playground, being all cute with each other. They thought about ruining yet another date night, but... no, they needed to get away for a bit. Just for half an hour or so. Take a walk, maybe, be around some other people so they could forget about the sight of their human lying on the bed with his face flushed.

'It's just the flu,' he'd said. Right. Because influenza was absolutely incapable of killing anyone, right? Because they weren't supposed to be thinking about the stupid outbreak, because it was three hundred years ago, because medicine had advanced since then, because it was just one human– Fucking hell, they had been that one human before. And if Beck was dying, they wouldn't even have the guts to turn him. Not like this.

They stopped and took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. It was fine. Everything was fine. Beck wasn't dying, they weren't dying anymore, and Lady Marie was dead. What they needed to do was find an unfortunate, stupid human, have dinner, and go back to check on their unfortunate, stupid human.

They stuck to the shadows around buildings, places that the streetlights didn't quite illuminate. They looked around the area for any fresh meat, eventually bumping into yet another couple. What was it with them? Well, whatever. They would do.

It took all of two seconds for the women to notice them once they amped up the charm a bit, and suddenly they were walking towards the danger zone, compelled to be around such an alluring stranger. Helle didn't wait for either of them to strike up a conversation.

"Stay right there for me," they said softly, enthralling one of the women while they grabbed her... girlfriend? Wife? They glanced down and caught a glimpse of the matching rings they were wearing. Yes, definitely her wife.

They grabbed the woman and bit down, steadying her with one hand and covering her mouth with the other. She tasted fine, they supposed, but everything felt like a downgrade after Beck. They used enough venom to keep her discomfort to a minimum, but hopefully not enough that she would come knocking on their door a couple days later for round two. It was hard to tell whether the charm was even broken, or she still thought she was getting randomly bitten by someone she'd met five seconds ago and didn't even get to greet.

They pulled away and lifted the enthrallment, just in time for the first woman to see her wife slump against them like a giggly little ragdoll. "You should probably bring her home," they suggested helpfully. "I am no doctor."

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#at my beck and call #whump #whump writing #helle #vampire whumper #mind control #noncon drugging #past trauma #death mention

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mirasantidotes · 1 year

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Messy Annotations - Chapter 2

If you haven't already, please read chapter 1 before reading chapter 2. THIS CANNOT BE READ AS A STANDALONE. Read chapter 3 here.

Summary: After spending the night at Javi's house on accident, you wake up late for your lecture. Javi drives you, but you leave your belongings at his house, causing you to walk the trek back. On a whim, you ask him out to dinner, but does he know it's a date?

Character: Javi Gutierrez (TUWOMT)

Content Warnings: ooc!javi, shy!javi, sunshine!reader, reader has wavy hair (was mentioned in chap.1, but not chap.2), reader's love language is touch, very fluffy, reader lives in spain, implied age gap (reader is in their 30s), reader goes to college later in life, bookworm!reader, no use of y/n, javi calls reader nicknames, cussing (blink and you'll miss it), slight mentions of anxiety. Let me know if I missed anything!

Word Count: 3.46K

A/N: Finally, here's chapter 2 of Messy Annotations. I had a lot of fun writing this chapter. I opted to write Javi a little differently than in Chapter 1 just because I think he would get more comfortable with the reader as time went on, so he'd be less flustered at everything. I think I'm going to make this into a 3-part series, so look forward to the next chapter!

Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated. My requests are open if you have any ideas for future fics.

Masterlist coming one of these days.

(Divider by saradika)

The irritating feeling of your phone buzzing against your thigh wakes you up, you groggily reach into your pocket, pull it out, and turn it on. The bright screen illuminates your face, making you close your eyes harshly as they begin to water from not having been used to the light yet from your deep sleep. You open them up just enough to see, and your phone screen reads 8:30 AM. You read the day, and it says Saturday. Your still foggy mind reminds you that your college holds mandatory lectures on that day from 9 AM to 3 PM.

You look around, not recognizing your surroundings. Shit, you fell asleep at Javi's house. You blink a few times, registering before the panic sets in that you're going to be late, as you’re well over 45 minutes walking distance from your college. As you panic, you lift your head off of Javi's lap abruptly. You stand up a little too quickly, beginning to run around his living room, almost tumbling over face-first from being half asleep still. Your harsh movements wake up Javi in the process. He notices your anxiety-induced state, "What's wrong, hermosa?" he says, standing up out of his seat as he watches you quickly beginning to pick up your things littered throughout his house from the previous night.

You pause at the nickname for a split second, before continuing. "I'm gonna be late for my lecture," you say, still not looking in his direction.

"Mierda (shit)" he says, fixing his shirt and messy slept-in hair before he runs to grab his car keys, "I'll drive you, so you aren't late," he finishes as he dangles his car keys in the air, making them chime lightly.

You turn to face him, "Oh, thank you so much!" you say, sighing in relief that you aren't going to be late. As you finish grabbing your things, you speak again, "Okay, I'm ready," and you begin walking to Javi who's waiting by the door, holding it open for you already. The two of you walk out and go into his garage before getting into his car. You both drive off to your college, and you give him directions on how to get there.

As you arrive at your college, you get out of Javi's car, before turning around to see him resting one of his hands on the steering wheel, and his other elbow lying lazily out of the window. You wave to him, "Bye Javi," smiling.

"Have a good day, hermosa." he says simply, shooting you a sweet smile, before you turn to walk into your college, waving ‘bye’ to him, as he starts his car engine and leaves the parking lot.

After about 45 minutes into your extremely boring lecture, your mind drifts to the previous day. You remember buying books at the library, but as you recall further, you realize you left them at Javi’s house. You let out a sigh of discontent. You also happen to realize, you hadn’t gotten his phone number. Your mind wanders for the rest of your irritatingly long lectures, thinking about the memories you made yesterday, making your heart flutter. After sitting there for what seemed like forever, your professor finally released you from what felt like prison, and you walked out of your college.

You begin your trek to Javi’s house again to retrieve your books, and to get the man’s phone number. As you’re walking, you’re fully focused on how you got there yesterday, trying to remember each turn you took. You hadn’t really been paying attention last time— your mind was focused on talking to Javi and the feeling of his hand in yours. After about 30 minutes, you come back across the flower field the two of you ran through the previous day. You smile to yourself at the thought.

After a little while longer, you finally reach his home, a sigh of exasperation leaving you from how tired the long walk made you, making you breathe heavily. You walk up to his door and knock. Javi answers almost immediately, eyes widening when he sees it’s you, before quickly turning his expression into the sweet smile you saw earlier that morning when he dropped you off. “Hey, I forgot—” you start, but you’re quickly interrupted.

“Your books?” he finishes your statement, lifting the familiar bag that you had put them in the day before at the library, as he lets out a few laughs.

“Yeah,” you say, joining his laughter. He steps to the side of the door, motioning for you to come inside, and of course, you oblige.

“I’ll leave these here,” he says simply, as he sets down the bag by the door, “for when you’re getting ready to head out,” he finishes, turning back to look at you. You give him a smile before nodding. “Did you want something to snack on?” he asks, seeming concerned whether you had eaten, which you haven’t. Your professors have been torturing you all day, and you hadn’t got the chance.

“Yes please, I haven’t eaten all day,” you sigh, feeling your stomach grumble, feeling like it's reaching up into your throat for some type of nourishment. Javi waves his hand, signaling for you to follow him into the kitchen, and you follow his instruction. The big windows let through large rays of light onto his appliances and island counter.

You sit down on one of the stools behind the bar, as Javi walks around and leans his arms on the counter in front of you. “What do you want to eat, sweetheart?” he asks looking into your eyes, but you catch a glimpse of his cheeks reddening, as does yours at the nickname. You think for a moment, unsure.

He clears his throat, pushing himself off the edge of the counter and swiftly making his way over to the fridge, opening it. You hum— he continues after clearing the lump that had started forming in his throat from his nervousness, “We have—” he pauses, looking around in the fridge, fiddling with a few containers you can’t see from where you’re sitting, “nothing in here,” he finishes, closing the fridge door, before turning back to you. You chuckle before looking to the side; you see some bags of chips and a box of pastries— you recognize the label; it’s your favorite bakery.

You slide the box over to you, “Another thing we have in common—” you say, looking up at him, meeting his eyes that are now level with yours, as he’s leaning on the counter once more, “I go to this bakery all the time,” you finish, smiling, before opening up the small brown box, the aroma of different pastries filling the kitchen. You see a few different snacks inside— churros, piononos, Napolitana de chocolate (chocolate Neapolitan), and a few others you don’t recognize. “Can I have one of these?” you ask, looking back up to meet his warm eyes once more.

He nods, “Yeah, have whatever you want out of there, hermosa.” he says with a smile. You mirror his expression and grab one of the snacks and start eating it as he grabs one of the bags of chips you noticed earlier, before walking around the island to sit next to you on a stool. “How were your, uh— classes?” he asks as he turns his head toward you, sticking a chip into his mouth.

You grumble at the thought of your lecture, “Terrible. They just kept talking and talking—” you exaggerate before returning his question, “What about you? How was your day?”

“It’s been okay; was worried about getting you your books back though,” Javi states, turning his gaze back to his bag of chips.

You chuckle, “So was I— I thought you might steal them,” you joke once more, causing him to laugh. You think back to yesterday for a brief moment, “Oh, I still wanna finish reading that book; the one you wanted me to read,” you finish, taking another bite from your snack before looking in his direction, and him meeting your gaze.

Javi hums, “Let me go get it for you, I’ll be right back,” he says with his mouth still full of food, shooting you a crooked smile before stepping off of his stool, and disappearing into the living room. You notice he left his chips, and turn to see if he’s walking back yet, and since you don’t see him, you take a few chips and stick them in your mouth. Of course, he comes back just as you reach for another, his voice startling you, “Stealing my food, are we?” he says, his laughter filling the room.

You giggle at his words, “They’re good; might have to go buy some for myself,” you say smiling as you eat the chip you grabbed as he walked in— he returns your smile with a hearty laugh. He sits back down on the stool and slides the book over to you, and you can see he put a bookmark on the page you left off on last night. Even though you just ate, you’re still hungry, but for some actual food, not something that’s going to make you bounce off the walls within the hour— “Hey, do you wanna go out for dinner tonight with me?” you ask, breaking the silence.

“Sure, where to?” he asks, turning his head towards you.

“There’s a place I like going to that’s by my dorm; it’s a small restaurant, nothin’ too fancy,” you reply, fiddling with the book he just handed you, not looking at him— but you had a bright smile on your face that you couldn’t possibly hide, even if you wanted to.

He smiles, “Sounds great,” he says as he looks over to the time imprinted on the stove before the two of you; it reads 4:36 PM. “We should leave soon if we’re gonna go; it’s getting close to dinner time,” he says simply, looking over at you, and you meet his gaze.

“Alright, I’ll get my things gathered up,” you reply.

He looks down at himself, humming; “I’ll go get dressed into something different and meet you by the door in a few minutes, okay, hermosa?” he says as he puts his hand on your shoulder, giving it a light squeeze before stepping off his stool. You give Javi a smiling nod before doing the same, picking up the book on the counter, and walking to the front door. You pick up the bag of books he left lying there, throwing it over your shoulder and you wait for him to meet you.

After a few minutes, he returns, wearing a brown shirt with multicolored stripes imprinted on both of his broad shoulders and some moss-green pants, both of which complimented his tanned skin and eyes quite nicely.

A smile rises on your face when you see him, “You ready, sweetheart?” he asks, smiling at you back. You hum while nodding your head, and the two of you walk out of his house together. The two of you get into his car, setting your bag of books down in the back seat, and he drives off, you giving him directions on how to get to the restaurant.

As you arrive at the restaurant and step out of Javi’s car, you arrive at the door, stopping abruptly. You forgot your wallet in your dorm. You groan, throwing your head back in vexation. He turns around to face you, wondering what you’re upset about. “I forgot my wallet,” you say, lowering your heat to meet his softened gaze.

“That’s okay, I’ll pay for us,” he says with a soft smile as he grabs the door, about to walk into the restaurant, but you reach out to hold onto his arm, stopping him in his tracks as he shoots his head back to look at his arm, and quickly looking up to meet your eyes once more.

“No, I’m taking you out to eat, I should pay—” you start your plea, “plus, it’s only a 10-minute walk to my dorm,” you finish. Javi releases his hand on the restaurant door, his body untensing. “Do you wanna wait here or walk with me?” you ask him, still holding onto his arm.

“I’ll walk with you,” he says with a smile, and you guide him to the direction of your dorm, your arm still interlinked with his. The two of you reach your front door, and you unlink your arms so you can unlock it, and you walk in.

“You can come in,” you say, turning back for a moment to look at him smiling as he steps inside. “Ignore the mess, please,” you add, not facing him as you begin looking for your wallet, forgetting where you put it. Javi looks around your small, quaint dorm room, which you surprisingly managed to finesse all to yourself, so you’re without the annoyance of a young party-animal of a roommate.

You find your wallet finally on your coffee table, and you turn back to face him. You see him standing, staring at all the different artworks you have spread around your apartment— both finished and unfinished. “These are all really beautiful,” he compliments, mesmerized by your most recent artwork.

“Thank you— I major in art, so I’d hope so,” you say, a peal of light laughter escaping your mouth at your own joke.

He shifts his focus from the painting and looks up at you, meeting your gaze, causing a gentle smile to spread across his face. “You ready to go?” he asks— his voice soft, and sweet. You speak a small ‘yep’ while nodding as he walks over to your door, opening it for you to step out as you walk toward him, “You first, sweetheart,” he says smiling brightly, his cheeks flush with a light pink, waiting for you to step through the door.

As you walk through, he makes sure to turn the bottom lock before he shuts the door, locking it. He turns to you, putting his arm resting on your upper back, guiding you as the two of you return to the restaurant, walking inside. The waiter at the front walks the two of you to your seats, and you smell the various foods as you walk by people’s tables— some people on dates, some with their family and kids; your mind wonders, was this a date to him?

The waitress hands both of you your menus before walking away and returning a few minutes later asking what you’d like to order. After you tell the woman what you’d like, you and Javi talk almost the entire time, only pausing long enough to eat your food before it got cold. You talk about how college is for you now that you’re older in life, and he asks about what you study down to the most minuscule details and you tell him you lived in the states before coming to college. He talks about his life as well, and you’re just as intrigued by what he has to say— he explains to you about his film and new-found success. The tables around you come and go with families and people on dates, as the two of you stay and talk, sharing laughs, and making kind remarks at each other.

The two of you finally finish eating, “I’ve really enjoyed this, Javi; thank you for coming to dinner with me,” you say, smiling brightly at him, causing him to return your expression.

He nods at your words, “I’m glad I came too, hermosa.” he says softly, pushing his plate away from him, and setting it on top of your finished one. Your heart flutters at the nickname he’s been calling you all day, making you smile brightly. You shift your gaze to your lap, as you pull out your wallet to pay, taking the money out and moving it towards the table. “You really don’t need to pay, sweetheart,” he says, his hand reaching across the small table, resting on your wrist, motioning for you to stop.

“No, Javi, I really should pay,” you start, “I brought you here to eat, so it’s my responsibility,” you finish, shooting him a soft smile with your doe eyes.

He nods, “Okay, but next time, I’m paying, alright hermosa?” he says, nodding his head downward slightly before finally unhandling your wrist.

You nod, “Okay, fine. Next time,” you reply sweetly— smiling at the thought of sharing more memories with the man before you. You set the money on the table, and you shift your wallet back into your pocket as you stand up from your seat, Javi following your actions.

The two of you walk to the restaurant door before walking out together, and to Javi’s car. “Let me drive you home at least, sweetheart.” he pleads, leaning his arm on the passenger side of his car, arms crossed, looking at you with his big doe eyes, which you find really hard to say no to.

“It’s only a 10-minute walk, Javi— I’ll be okay,” you say, rubbing his shoulder gently while letting out a few chuckles.

“No, please, let me,” he continues his pleas while gazing at you with his golden-retriever eyes, his voice ringing softly in your ears, making you feel slight butterflies.

“Okay, fine,” you give in, smiling. Javi shoots you a bright grin like what you just said were the best words he could ever hear, before opening the car door for you to step in, shutting it back before walking to the driver's side and getting in after you. He drives you to your dorm’s parking lot and turns off the engine.

You take off your seat belt and let your hand lay on your thigh; Javi follows your actions. He turns to you, “I had a lot of fun tonight, sweetheart,” he says, leaning toward you and taking your hand in his, squeezing it tightly as he plays with your fingers and brushing his thumb across your soft skin, a light pink flushing his cheeks.

You smile, “Me too, Javi,” you say simply, looking into his brown eyes that you find extremely easy to get lost in.

“Next time?” he asks, tilting his head.

A gentle rush of excitement rushes through your body, causing butterflies to flap in your stomach once more, “Next time,” you reply smiling, as heat rises slowly onto your cheeks.

He lets go of your hand after giving it one more gentle squeeze, and you reach in to hug him, giving him a small kiss on his cheek as you pull away from him, his eyes immediately meeting yours, before letting out a soft laugh, making you return it as well.

You turn to step out of his car and close the door behind you, “Bye, Javi, have a good night,” you say waving, as you start walking away from his car.

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” he hollers, waving back to you. You hear the sound of his engine start once more before you’re suddenly reminded, you still don’t have his phone number.

You yell out a ‘wait’ causing him to look back up at you as you turn to run back to the side of his car. “I forgot to give you my number, again,” you say in between laughs laced with embarrassment.

He snorts at your mistake and quickly opens his glove box to find a piece of paper and a pen before handing it to you. You quickly write down your number and hand it back to Javi. The two of you say your goodbyes once more before you finally leave to turn and walk back to your dorm, smiling to yourself the whole way.

As you settle into your couch, you relive the memories you had with Javi, you groan when you realize he didn’t give you his number, feeling slightly defeated. You sigh, realizing you’re going to have to until he calls you with plans— a worry washes over you; what if he doesn’t call you?

You sit and watch TV for a few more hours, barely paying attention to the soft mumbles coming from your speakers— your mind focused on the day’s events. You glance up at your clock, seeing it’s getting late. You switch off your TV to go lie in your unmade bed, your mind once more drifting to Javi. Your heart flutters every time you remember him calling you hermosa or sweetheart, every time his body brushes against yours, creating small strikes of lightning on your skin, and every time he laughs at your jokes or actions— you feel yourself falling, and falling hard for Javi.

Your last thought before falling into a deep slumber for the night is, is he falling too?

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Dabi x wife reader

Warnings: angst, mention of death, happy ending

It was a normal day for you and your kid yes I said it a kid. He was 5 years old and wanted to be a hero. His father died in a fire which broke your heart in a million pieces. You were only 6 months pregnant at the time happily married with toya. But when you found out about his death you were sad but knew you had to raise your son to become a good person a good hero.

Your son got dressed and waited for you to get down stairs so you could go to school. As you got down stairs you told him.

“You should be getting your quirk soon” you said with excitement

“Do you think I’ll be quirkless” (s/n) said with sadness in his tone

“(S/n) even if you were quirkless I will still always love you no matter what. Now come on I got to get you to school”

As you walked to your car you see someone with a dark hoodie on and scars under his eye. You didn’t think much of it and put your kid in his car seat and drove off.

You have arrived at the school and got your son out the car and walked him to his class.

“Bye (s/n) see you later be good” you said as you were kissing his cheeks.

“Ok mom love you” he said while kissing you back.

“Love you too”

As you waved goodbye you head to your car. A little while later you have arrived at your work. After toya’s death endeavor offered you a job on one condition you let him see his grandkid. Of course you agreed because you really needed a job.

*time skip brought to you by me slapping tf out of monoma* (sorry if I didn’t spell his name correctly)

You were at your desk typing when suddenly you got a phone call from the school.

“Hello?”

“Hi is this (y/n)”

“This is she”

“Hi this is the police at the school to inform you there was an attack mostly from the LOV we ask of you to come down to the school to pick up your kid”

“Ok I’m one my way” you said with a scared tone.

When driving all you could think of was your son. When you arrived to the school your son ran over to you and jumped in your arms. You asked him if he was ok and thank goodness he was ok.

You decide to go to the park and let him play. It was starting to get dark when you were walking home you passed by an alleyway and all of a sudden a portal had sucked you and your son in.

You landed on the ground with a thud but quickly recovered and looked around. You look like you were in a bar but you quickly brushed that off an looked around for your son. You look up and saw your son in the arms of a man he had scars on almost his entire body. He was trying to get your son to stop crying.

Before you could say anything you realized you were tied up to a chair. Everyone left the room and a dude with a mask and a hat took your son with him. You scream for them not to take him but it was too late. You looked up a the man with scars and said.

“who are you what do you want with us” you said with anger in your tone

“For now call me Dabi until you figure out who I am”

“Dabi what did you do with my son” you yelled

“Calm down he’s eating ice cream”

“Its been awhile babe”

“Babe don’t call me that you don’t know who I am”

“Don’t you have a husband named toya”

“How do you-“

“Let’s just say I am him”

“Your lying he died when I was 6 months pregnant”

“Did they find the body?”

“No”

“Then he isn’t dead. There’s a ring on my finger with you name engraved on it”

You look at the ring on his finger and indeed saw your name on it the same ring you gave him on your wedding day.

“So your”

“So I’m”

“Toya” you both said the the same time.

“H-how I thought you died”

“I was threatened that they would kill you if I didn’t join them so I had no choice” he said while untying you

You quickly got up and jumped on him to kiss him. Your son saw this and made gagging noises. “Mom why are you kissing that man”

You giggled and told him everything. He stood there in shock.

“So he’s my dad”

“Yep kiddo I’m your father” Toya said while crouching down to give him a hug.

…3 years later…

You and Dabi where eating breakfast when 2 kids came out the room asking if they could watch a movie with you. you guys agreed on the movie shrek.

You looked around and realized how amazing your family is. Toya rested his hand on your swollen stomach and kissed it. You had a handsome husband beautiful kids and lived a happy life.

Sorry kind of rushed at the end but I’ll fix it soon so say tuned.

Have any questions? Ask me anything🥰

#mha fanfiction #mha x reader #mha dabi #mha Dabi x reader #mha

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I Wanna Be Yours | NRIACC: Alex’s Ending |

Nothing Revealed In A Common Crisis

Written by @imagine-that-100

Description: | Here |

Word Count: 25.2k

Warnings: This series contains mature content and themes throughout

A/N: Hey besties! I can’t believe this is it. We actually got to the end! Thank you so so so much for sticking with me whilst I got this fic out, I am truly so so happy that people are still reading almost 2 years after I posted the first part. It really is mindblowing to me. I’ve got a few people I need to thank, dot for helping me plan a lot of the fic and for helping write chap 8, @murderousginger and @sunsetinmyvein for editing for me. A really really big thank you is going to @red---moon and @alovesreading, I genuinely don’t think this fic would have ever got finished if I didn’t have you two for me to mindlessly rant to about it and giving me ideas and keeping me motivated (Red also gave me the idea for the arielle stuff back on the AM tour and A gave me the idea of the whole pauline storyline so you can blame them for that loolllll love you both). To the rest of you, the ones who have been reading for a longgg time, you deserve a medal, your asks and reactions have really kept me going so thank you so so so much, and if you’ve recently had a binge I really hope you enjoyed the rollercoaster of a fic. NRIACC really feels like my baby and I’m never going to write a mashup of worlds like this again, so thank you all so so much for reading and enjoying it. I'll be forever grateful for the love you’ve shown it. Now, I’ve kept you waiting long enough, I really hope you enjoy Wheels and her man's happy ending. Love you lots and enjoy x

Please let me know | Here | who’s ending you’re all choosing! (It’s all anonymous)

~*~*~*~ June 2020 ~*~*~*~

That night Alex came to get you was a turning point for you. You found this new way of living extremely less difficult with your best friend by your side.

When he got to your flat that night, he held you whilst you cried and he didn’t let you go until your tears dried up and he got you smiling again. You're sure it was the relief to be back in his arms that made you get more upset when he arrived.

It must have been the silent longing for him for those 3 months alone that had you not wanting to let go of him. It was a miracle you released him so he could help you pack up a few of your things to take to Alex’s house with you.

Your best friend assured you that you could both come back and grab more of your stuff at a later date but he wanted to get you back to his house so you could be comfortable. And that night he remembers you clutching him so tightly when he practically carried you into his bedroom and you held him even in your sleep.

That was the only night you slept in his bed, but you did have a lot of quiet cuddles every day where you just held him close and didn’t let him go. The only time you left him alone was when you both went to bed and even then Alex was sure that you weren’t having an easy time trying to sleep.

At the start you were quieter and you didn’t smile anywhere near as much as Alex was used to. You spent a lot of time sleeping or just lying in bed staring into space and it worried Alex so much, he ended up doing what you once did to him. He made you go on a walk with him.

Your best friend wouldn’t tell you where you were going and he found it amusing as you tried your best to pry it out of him but he refused. But your afternoon out in the boiling sun turned out to be one of your favourite days this year.

Alex took the both of you into his local shop so you could both get a meal deal and a few snacks and treats before he walked you to a specific spot in his local park. And he was right in thinking you’d love it. Your face lit up when you saw the huge cherry blossom tree and the both of you had your impromptu picnic underneath it before spending the next few hours there.

You finally got your smile back that day and Alex was so thankful to see it. And since he had seen a slow but steady improvement in you every day.

The morning after your picnic, Alex came downstairs to find you sitting at the dining room table and you were drawing again. Nothing had ever warmed his heart more, and he didn’t want to distract you at all so all he did was quickly go to the kitchen and make you a cup of coffee.

When he brought it to you, he placed a kiss on the back of your head and he sat down beside you and watched you work. He was so enamoured by you, he could have carried on watching you for hours, but instead he went and made the both of you a nice breakfast.

And since then, you always started your morning that way. You finally got your spark back and you started to feel so much better in yourself, and you owed that all to Alex.

Days were happier and somehow easier for you in this weird time of self isolation but when you snuggled into your best friend's arms every night whilst you watched a film on the settee, you knew you’d be okay. You’d always be okay as long as Alex was there to comfort you.

~*~*~*~

Since you actually got inspired to be creative again, you and Alex ventured back to your flat to grab a few of your painting and drawing stuff and you’ve been feeling more like your old self again. And now a few weeks have passed, you’ve almost run out of room with how much stuff you’ve been making, you’re definitely going to have to make a trip back to your flat to leave some stuff there so Alex can have his house back.

Not that you intend to leave because you really don’t. You don’t want to be anywhere else than by your best friend's side.

You think that in the last few weeks, you and Alex have been closer than you ever have been, in a platonic way anyway. Although, your feelings towards him really aren’t all that platonic anymore.

There had been a lot of flirty banter between the two of you since you started living together, and each time it happened it left you with the feeling of butterflies in your stomach and your cheeks heating up. You always tried to bite your cheek to stop yourself from smiling like a fucking idiot when he flirts with you.

It sometimes makes it difficult if you’re cuddling on the settee under the same blanket because all you want to do is hide under it and grin like a lunatic. But you can’t because you don’t want him to know just how much he affects you.

And the only reason you didn’t want to put it all out in the open was because you were worried about what Alex would think. You weren’t sure if he was flirting with you because that's just how the two of you act around each other or because he is actively flirting.

So you’d kept your feelings to yourself for a while in hopes that you’d get some sort of sign. But last night when you got in the bed in his guest room instead of creeping into Alex’s like you so desperately want to, you decided you’d tell your best friend at some point the next day.

The both of you had let yourselves lose your brief moments in time together because you didn’t communicate properly. And you’re grown up enough now not to let that happen again. So you decided in bed that you were going to tell your best friend about your feelings for him.

And when you woke up this morning, knowing that at some point today you were going to tell him made you feel lighter somehow. Yes you’re nervous, but if worse comes to worst and he actually doesn’t like you that way anymore at least you’ve told your truth. And you’ll live the rest of your life knowing you did give it one last shot.

The hardest part of today has been not knowing when to bring it up, because you can’t really just say it out of the blue. It didn’t feel right. You didn’t want it to be an ‘i need to talk to you moment’, you wanted it to be an anxious free and healthy reveal of something instead of causing him to get anxious and possibly awkward with you.

But it looks like you might have to resort to that, because no conversation has taken any of that direction today. Alex has been reading for most of the day and you decided to paint some more as the both of you listened to music. Nothing sparked that sort of conversation though even over dinner so you just tried to stay calm and positive about it.

Now it’s the evening though and both of you got so wrapped up in your little words that you’d missed tea and it was too late for you to cook. So, you ordered yourselves a take out so you could chill out whilst you watched Glastonbury reruns, as the festival was obviously cancelled this year.

You watched Adele’s the night before and you both really enjoyed that. And now, after you both finished your food, you’re sitting next to each other as you polish off a bottle of wine between you, all while singing along and having a blast.

You’d just finished watching David Bowie's set from 2000 and you’d been waiting for Ed Sheeran’s headline set to start, and when it did you were both enthralled.

You have your legs over Alex’s lap and you're both resting your heads back against the settee aimlessly watching Ed’s magic that he makes on guitar. And your heart is warm by the way Alex's hand keeps running soothingly up and down your legs.

Ed has just finished his medley of songs and it’s so fucking amazing to you how he does all of what he does on a guitar and his loop pedals.

“God, he’s so amazing.” You say as your shiver slightly hearing the applause. “I’ve got proper goosebumps watching him.”

“Not you again with the goosebumps.” Alex chuckles a little and shakes his head.

“Look at my arms.” You smile and show him your arm which like you said, your skin is raised and full of goosebumps.

“You need to get a grip.” Alex smiles playfully and shoves your arm back.

You fake a frown and tell your best friend in half a giggle, “Don’t be nasty. I was like that for both of your sets.”

“Mmmm,” Alex thinks about it for a moment but ultimately he shakes his head, “Don’t believe you.”

“Well you know what Alex, I couldn’t just interrupt your set by running on stage to show you.” You laugh and you love the way he grins back at you. You also add, “And if they put your full one on from 2013 on iPlayer I would show you, but no BBC are dickheads.”

“Yeah, well,” Your best friend chuckles but defends, “I can't really say much, they have given us a pretty good platform in the past.”

“You're allowed to slag people off in private Alex, who am I gunna tell?” You grin, paying attention to only his bright eyes and his goofy smile.

Your best friend laughs, “Alright, alright.”

The both of you start watching the performance again and Ed’s just started singing Photograph which is one of your favourites. You both listen for a while but when it gets to the chorus you shiver again hearing everyone in the crowd sing the lyrics back to him.

And you can’t stop the question from leaving your lips to the man next to you who knows exactly what it’s like.

“Is there any way to describe that feeling?” You have to ask, because you remember being astounded hearing the crowd singing back to Alex at his Glastonbury. “Or is it as magical as it looks?”

You tilt your head to the side to look at him. Alex takes a deep breath as he thinks back to it and you watch him patiently as he finds his words.

“It's the best experience ever.” Alex looks at you and tells you honestly, “Nothing like it and I don’t think anything could ever beat it.”

You smile at that and it warms your heart.

“I’m so proud of you.” You quietly say, grabbing his hand that lay unmoving on your thigh

“Only just now?” Alex teases, lacing your fingers together.

You playfully glare at him then and nudge him, correcting him, “You know I’ve always been proud of you.”

Alex tries to hide his smile but he fails miserably and nods, “Yeah, I do.”

Instead of paying attention to the TV, you look at each other with smiles on your faces and you end up watching each other like that for a short while.

But then the both of you feel it. That pull between you again. The one that’s been happening every night you’ve been cuddled together. Or when the both of you are cooking together. Or go out on walks together. There’s always that spark and that pull between you, but this time you can’t ignore it.

You're both just listening to the music in the background and enjoying your view of the others resting on the settee looking into beautiful eyes.

You close your eyes and release a breath which Alex watches you do. He can’t help but think it’s like you’re mentally preparing yourself for something.

Your eyes open back up and you bite your lip for a second before almost whispering “Can I kiss you?”

That isn’t what Alex was expecting you to say at all. But he doesn’t hesitate like the first time you’d ever asked him that question, instead he just nods and watches you closely.

You pick your head up from the settee and slowly move towards him before you attach your lips to his. Despite your lips tingling the second they touch his, you know that this is just something to test the waters for a few seconds.

You can tell Alex isn’t really putting himself forward for it which you understand. He wants to see how you'd react to it.

The kiss starts slow as you really don't want to rush it at all. You aren’t after what you were last year. You’re so far past the need for him in just that sense. You just want to see if there truly is still a connection between you.

You need to know if it’s just your mind playing tricks on you or if it’s actually real feelings towards him. And from the way your heart is rapidly beating in your chest, you can tell they are genuine feelings.

Alex kisses you back with as much enthusiasm as you give, but he makes a conscious effort not to pull you to him when he’s wanting more. He needs you to direct this, for his own clarity.

And he’s thankful you are doing, because you cup the side of his face and pull him closer to you as you deepen the kiss. You feel like you’re trying to get all of your emotions out in this kiss, like you’re trying to tell him something without actually telling him.

And Alex definitely is reciprocating. After a few minutes, both of your breathing becomes laboured. You’re both so into it that it shocks you when Alex pulls away, both of you breathing hard and hearts beating rapidly.

Alex’s brain is going haywire, he’s surprised you can’t hear it screaming at him. But his biggest insecurity is the first thing that comes out of his mouth.

Your best friend runs a hand through his hair as he looks like he’s fighting with his own mind when he looks into your eyes and says quietly, “I can’t do this if you’re gunna go back to him.

You shake your head, your chest sinking at the mere thought that Alex would even think that. But at the same time you understand, so you don’t hesitate to assure him.

“I don’t want him like that,” You promise him, as you really haven’t thought about Matty like that for a long time. “He’s just my best friend.”

Alex looks stressed as he reminds you, “I’m just your best friend.”

“No,” You state simply, “You’re not.”

And he hasn’t been for a long time. There’s always been that ache in your chest that has you wanting something more with Alex. And you wish you could let him feel exactly what you’re feeling to show him.

Your best friend is clearly shocked and he almost looks like he’s trying to wake himself up from a dream. He can’t believe his ears or believe that you just kissed him again.

“I can’t do this if it’s only a one night thing either. Don’t get me wrong, last time was amazing but we shouldn’t have done it. It just made me more attached.” Alex rambles on, getting all of his thoughts and feelings out into the open. “I don’t want you as some now and again girl. That’s not what you are to me.”

“I like you Al. A lot.” You cup his face to try and ground him to the moment and you smile as you spill your truth, “Like you hurt to think about. And even after everything I can’t get you out of my head.”

Your best friend loses his breath when he hears you say that. And he can’t help but repeat what he thinks he heard you say, “You like me?”

“Yeah.” You nod.

Alex looks like he wants to cry when he quietly asks you, “You like me how I like you?”

“I’m fairly certain that I love you Alex.” You grin, putting it all out there for him.

Some mixture of relief and shock floods Alex’s whole system then and you see it hit him. He holds his breath for a few seconds and he has to close his eyes and he’s holding your hand so tightly, you don’t even think he’s aware he has a hold of you.

When you see those beautiful brown eyes of his again a second later, you see him try and fail to find his words as emotions run through him. But then you see his lips turn up into a smile and he begins to stutter, “I- I, wow. I l-“

And you know what he’s about to say but you quickly put your finger over his lips to stop him.

“If you're about to say it because I just have, please don’t. Save it until you mean it, until you really want to say it.” You smile, but it’s like you’ve just got everything off your chest, you feel free saying them out loud, “I just can’t hold it anymore, I’m sick of hiding it now.”

Alex chuckles and you’re sure his eyes are getting a little watery but you can’t tell if it’s just pure and utter joy and elation that’s making him look like that. He takes another few deep breaths and it’s as if his throat has choked up and he’s trying not to cry.

You realise that’s exactly the case when he quietly asks you with a strained voice, “Me? Are you sure?”

You grin and nod, “It's always been you, Alex.”

You briefly see your best friends smile before your lips are brought down to meet it. Both of you can’t really stop smiling as you kiss each other, which is funny and cute all at the same time. You feel like you could burst with the happiness that you’re feeling, but the fact that Alex is kissing you like you could disappear at any moment, makes you think that he might not be fully believing it's happening.

The past is clearly playing on his mind, because when you pull away from the sweet kiss he lets those final insecurities out.

“How can you possibly want something with me after everything I’ve said and done?” He asks you after you pull away.

He’s still emotional, you can see it and hear it in his voice and you want nothing more than to ease his worries. You’ll do everything in your power to show him just how serious you are though, and you’ll happily spend the rest of your life doing it if he wants the same.

“A relationship is just two imperfect people refusing to give up on each other. And I’m not ready to give up on you Al.” You smile as you gently stroke his cheek, “I won’t ever give up on you if you won’t give up on me.”

Alex smiles at that, and he moves his head to the side to kiss your palm before he says a quiet, “Never.” and that has you melting.

“This is it for me.” You promise him, “If you want this, I’m all in. I’m all yours. I’m going to marry you one day.”

Your smile is practically lighting up the whole room for Alex. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen you so happy and he can’t believe that he’s the cause of it. Alex smiles and chuckles in disbelief, he’s still not fully sure he’s not dreaming. But he just has to ask you one last time, “Are you sure you want this?”

“More than anything.” You nod, giving him the briefest kiss before you tell him again, “I love you.”

Alex grins at that but then he brings his hands up to hide his face and he whispers, “I think I’m going to cry.”

You chuckle, “Don’t cry.” as you pull his hands down so you can see his handsome face again, but when you do you see there’s actual tears in his eyes. “Darling don't cry…” but then he closes his eyes so you can’t see so you tell him, “Shakespeare, look at me.”

When he opens his gorgeous eyes again, you see that they have fully teared up now which makes you want to cry too. “No, stop with the tears, you’ll get me going.”

“All I’ve wanted for so long was to hear you say that you love me.” Alex’s voice cracks at the end of that and he barely gets out, “And you just said it.”

You nod, “Yeah, I did,”

He must tune back into your surroundings for a second because he then gestures towards the TV and laughs as he shakes his head, “And Ed fucking Sheeran is on in the background.”

You giggle at this, nodding as you realise that the end of him playing Nancy Mulligan is on in the background. This really isn’t how you imagined this moment playing out at all, but you’re so happy, you don't really care.

You just laugh, confirming, “Ed Sheeran’s on in the background.”

Alex reaches forwards and holds your face then, both hands cupping your cheeks and he gently strokes them with his thumbs as he tries to take in the moment properly. “Can you say it again?” He asks quietly as a tear falls, “Please.”

You have the biggest grin on your face as you tell him, “I love you, Alex.”

His whole face lights up with the sweetest and most innocent smile then. One that’s overcome with so much adoration and joy, it warms your soul. And when you see him go to say it back, you stop him, “I-“

“No,” You put your finger over his lips, “Don’t tell me today.”

He frowns at you a little then, “But I lo-”

You stop him again, already knowing he wants to say it back and in your heart you know he probably wants to scream it at you, but you want him to tell you when he can’t hold it back any longer, like you’ve been like today. You nod as you smile, “I know, but don’t tell me today. Tell me when you desperately want to tell me.”

“I’m desperate now.” Alex laughs a little, feeling his chest burst with the emotions you’re telling him he’s not allowed to get out just yet.

“I know, but please tell me on a day when it overwhelms you so much it hurts not to tell me.” You ask him, in hopes that he could do it. You explain, “That’s how I’ve been feeling for days. I had to tell you today.”

“You’ve wanted to tell me all day and you’ve waited till now? Christ Angel, it’s almost midnight.” He laughs, and his grin is so big that you’re trying your best to take a mental picture of how gorgeous he looks right now. He strokes your cheek as he asks, “What games are you playing?”

“Absolutely none,” You laugh, “I just love you and I needed to tell you.”

Alex giggles at that, still not fully believing he’s wide awake and this is real life. He’s so beyond happy, he really doesn’t have the words to tell you, especially if you won’t let him say it back just yet.

So your best friend does the one thing that he knows that after what’s just been said, you won’t deny him. He pleads with the biggest smile on his face, “Kiss me?”

You chuckle before you ask, “Thought I was the one that asks that?”

“If you’re mine, you don’t need to ask anymore, Angel.” Alex grins.

“I’m all yours, Shakespeare.” You promise him before you kiss him again.

This kiss feels like it seals the deal. It’s your confirmation that you’re his and he’s yours and your heart is bursting with all the love you have for him and the elation you’re feeling that he wants to give you another go.

You’re feeling euphoric and you know from the way Alex is pouring his heart into this kiss that he is too. He’s still holding your face so that you couldn’t even escape it if you tried, you know he needs this just as much as you.

You’re unsure if you’re only kissing for a few minutes, or if ten end up passing. All you know is that you’re so in love with your best friend, who has quite possibly just become your boyfriend, that you never really wanted it to end. And just when you thought it was about to, Alex bites your bottom lip and brings you back in for another one because he really can’t let you go just yet.

It makes you shiver like it has done every time he’s ever done it, but you knew that was another little nod back to the first time he’d ever done it. You’re thankful he’s always remembered how much you love it and you fully intend to let him kiss you and bite your lip whenever he wants from now on.

Even when your kiss did come to an end, the moment didn’t.

Foreheads resting against each other whilst both of you let your grins free. Your noses playfully nudging the others back and forth in cute eskimo kisses has you quietly giggling, and you keep whispering to your best friend that you love him.

It’s certainly the best night of Alex’s life, and he can’t wait until you let him say it back to you because he is dying to. He loves you so much. And he’s let that love slowly consume him again every moment you’ve had together since that night he came back to you. And he never ever wants to let you go again.

Even when you finally put each other down, you cuddle yourself right into him and Alex holds you tightly and every few seconds he’s kissing your head. Both of you are only half listening to the end of the 2017 Glastonbury set now because you’re just too focused on the mutual love you have for one another and how it feels like it could pour out of your chests.

But one song does grab both of your attention, and it’s when Alex takes your hand as he hears you humming along to the tune of Ed singing, ‘Now I have met an Angel in person, and she looks perfect, I don’t deserve it but she looks perfect tonight.’ that Alex lets out a short laugh.

You look up at your best friend as he sighs as he gestures to the TV, “That’s gunna be our wedding song now and we’ll be the most basic couple on earth.”

That makes you burst out laughing despite it now probably being true. It’s a stunning song and it says Angel in it, and now it’ll always remind you of tonight. But you’re just grinning like a fool because he’s practically said that he wants to marry you.

You lean up to kiss him again and you whisper against his lips, “I love you Shakespeare.” and he hums the words back to you as he kisses you which has your heart melting.

You love each other with so much of your hearts that none is left to protest.

~*~*~*~

Much to Alex’s dismay, you’ve still not let him tell you that he loves you yet and it’s almost been a week. It’s on the tip of his tongue and you seem to know every time he’s about to say tell you and you stop him from doing so. The only time he’s managed to get it out without you stopping him is when you’re asleep and he has half a mind to wake you up just to tell you.

But he gets why you want him to wait to say it. He remembers that tragic day after the night he got drunk years ago where he just needed to tell you that he loved you so he could try and fix things between you. He couldn’t get the words off his tongue like you couldn’t the night you told him, but thankfully the context was extremely different this time.

And Alex has no intentions to fuck things up between you ever again. The morning after you told him you loved him, you both talked a little bit and you decided there and then that you were official. You’re finally his girlfriend, and Alex is so beyond happy he can call his angel his own.

Truthfully, neither of you have ever been happier despite the fact you’re in the middle of a pandemic. The days together and finally getting to be how you’ve desperately wanted to be with each other really make everything better. You have each other now and you’re never going back to how it was before.

It was always going to be impossible for the two of you to just be best friends. There’s always been something more. And now you get to experience and live whatever that something more brings you both, and Alex will forever be thankful that you made the move to tell him you loved him.

Each day since, you’ve been so happy. He loves seeing you smiling and being all bright eyed and creative. It’s one of the things he really loves about you, and he can’t wait to tell you each and every way he loves you when you finally let him say it back.

Alex woke up alone this morning, which isn’t an issue but it’s the first time since you got back together that you haven’t had a lie in with him. But your best friend, now boyfriend, knows you’re an early riser and he can’t have you tucked away in bed all the time like he wants.

He’s just glad he woke up a little earlier sometimes and got to cuddle you whilst you were still half asleep.

Alex doesn’t have to worry at all as he knows you’ve not gone too far because he can hear the music you're playing downstairs. So because he’s that much of a simp and can’t spend a long time without you these days, he quickly gets himself washed and dressed before he comes downstairs.

The instant he sees you, there’s a smile on his face and it just gets bigger as he sees you dancing to the riff of the song you have on as you cook. When you finish singing the chorus, Alex watches as you dance to the instrumental part of the song and when the drums kick back in you start jumping around having a really good time.

He can’t stop himself from watching you and grinning. But just before the song kicks back in, Alex makes his presence known and he says over the music, “Morning Angel.”

You spin around to see him leaning against the wall with a grin on his face, clearly having a great time watching you. But then the lyrics come back and you point at him and start singing the song to him, “You look so cool, standing there.”

You walk towards him quickly, the smile sticking on your face now as you hook your finger into his belt loops and pull him towards you, “With your baggy jeans,” and you run your hands up through his hair, “And silky hair.”

Both of you grinning at each other, you wrap both your arms around his neck and carry on singing, “We can live for nothing baby, I don't care. Lose me like the ocean, feel the motion.”

And you make him move to the beat of the music as you sing the chorus to him at the top of your lungs after you give him a quick kiss, “I’ll be the sea honey, always always, and you’ll be the tide.”

You’re giggling like fools in love when you carry on dancing as you sing the outro. And when Heather stops singing, you pull your man down by his hair and you kiss him sweetly.

You can’t stop the smiles on your faces but being unable to stop smiling as you kiss each other really isn’t unknown between you anymore. It’s all you’ve been doing this past week.

After The Tide by Pale Waves finishes, Alex is smiling down at you as he asks, “What’s got you all happy?”

“I woke up next to you.” Your eyes are bright as you keep him close and tell him about your day so far, “The sun is shining. I'm feeling creative, I’ve already finished one poem and painting this morning. The day is good.”

Alex kisses you again then and he hums against your lips before he pulls away to say, “Let go of me so I can see the painting?”

You smile and do as you’re asked. You let him go and go back over to the hob so you can finish making the both of you breakfast as you tell him, “It's on the easel by the back door.”

After a few minutes, you feel his arms wrap around you from behind as you plate up both of your Full English’s for your brunch.

“My girlfriend is so talented it injures me.” Alex says as he leans around you to kiss your temple.

Whilst you think he’s very cute to say you’re talented, you decide to tease him for saying it injures him, “Maybe you and your fragile masculinity should write another album then.”

Alex’s jaw drops a little which makes your facade break. You giggle and lean back into him, “I’m joking, I’m joking.”

“Next year maybe.” Alex tells you after kissing his way up from your shoulder to your neck, “Focus on everything usthis year.”

You hum in agreement, and you turn in his arms as you tell him, “Sounds like a great idea.” and you quickly kiss him before you pat his chest, “Come on, let's eat.”

Brunch was delicious, as your cooking always is and both of you sat at the dining room table whilst you ate. The both of you chatted about the morbid news that the world is experiencing and the latest Covid figures that the government has released and you both wonder how the fuck the world is going to get out of the state that its in for a while.

But, the two of you are no help to anyone. You’re just hoping that Charlie is still doing okay as he is still on the frontline with all of this. It reminds you that you need to call Y/B/F today and actually have a proper lengthy conversation so you can make sure she’s alright.

When you get up from the table to put the plates in the dishwasher (you wouldn’t let Alex do it), your boyfriend finds himself longingly looking at the leather bound diary that contains all of your secrets. It reminds him of just how much he would love to read any poem of yours. He really hopes you’ll let him one day, even if it's years from now when you’re married and going grey, he really hopes you’ll let him.

Curiosity gets the better of Alex and he nods at your diary when you come back into the room, “Did you say you wrote a poem this morning?”

“I did.” You smile brightly at him, the sun hitting your face from the window making your skin have a golden tint to it. You look stunning.

Alex hums acknowledging what you told him, he grins when you walk around the table and sit on his lap instead of your chair. Stealing a quick kiss from you makes Alex smile and he also pushes his luck the tiniest bit, asking cheekily as he slides your poetry diary closer to the both of you, “Can I finally read some of these?”

You chuckle at the way he pouts at you, the silent plea on his face is quite amusing. But what is even funnier to you is his reaction to what you say next.

“You can read them all.” You nod, “But just bare in mind that’s like two decades worth of my feelings.”

Your boyfriend’s jaw falls and his eyes go wide. It clearly takes a second to register because the next thing you know, his eyebrows are furrowed slightly and he asks, “Wait, what?”

“What?” You giggle, finding it quite amusing how shocked he is.

Alex picks up your poem diary properly now and holds it in front of you and asks seriously, “I can read this?”

“I don’t have anything to hide from you anymore.” You nod, confirming he can if he’d like to. And to ease your now clearly anxious boyfriend, your fingers gently play with the hair on the back of his neck, “You’ve been asking since we were teenagers, I think you’ve waited a sufficient amount of time.”

Alex is entirely lost for words. This book that he has seen for the past decade of his life has plagued him as he has been desperate at different moments in time to see what you’ve been scribbling down onto the pages of it. And to finally hear that he can read it without consequence is a real shock to his system.

“Really?”

“Yeah.” You nod.

Alex looks at the leather diary then like he’s never opened a book in his life and he doesn’t know what to do with it. His hesitance makes you smile, but you think for your own sanity if he does want to read it, which you know he does, you need to do something for yourself.

“Before you do.” You get your best friend's attention again and you ask, “Can you please read and process them when I’m not here? I’d rather you take it all in and then you can ask questions afterwards if you have any.”

Alex questions, “Not all sunshines and rainbows then?” and his heart sinks a little as he’s sure of the answer you’re about to give.

“Has my life been all sunshine and rainbows, Al?” You raise an eyebrow but try to keep the mood light.

“No,” Your boyfriend shakes his head and takes a deep breath before admitting, “And I’ve not helped with that, I’m sure.”

“Don’t beat yourself up Al.” You tell him, giving him a small smile and you gently stroke his cheek as you tell him, “I love you now because I’ve been through everything you’re about to read.”

Once it’s established that Alex does in fact want to read it, you send off a few texts and when you get responses, you grab a few things before you get yourself ready to head out. And once you’re at the door, you tell Alex what your plan for your day is, “I’m going to go for a long walk, meet up with Adam for a socially distanced chat at the park and then have a nice long talk with Y/B/F whilst you read, okay?”

Alex wraps his arms around your waist and he hides himself into your neck and he kisses it once before offering, “You can stay here if you want? I’ll go out.”

“And you lose my poetry book? Absolutely not.” You giggle a little and you give his hair a little tug so you can give him a kiss. “It’s a nice day, I wanna get out anyway so it kills two birds with one stone.”

“I love you so much.” You kiss him longingly and lovingly, “I’ll see you later.”

“I-” And your best friend tries again.

But you quickly silence him with another kiss and tell him, “Don’t say it until after you’ve read my poems.”

Alex looks hopeful when he asks, “I can say it after?”

“Yeah, I think I've made you wait long enough for that now too.” You grin, loving how excited he is at the thought of saying that he loves you. But you jokingly big yourself up, “Besides, I have a feeling that you’ll be desperate to say it. I have a way with words.”

Alex chuckles at that, but before he lets you go he raises his little finger to you and asks, “Afterwards?”

You smile and hook your little finger around his in a pinky promise, confirming, “Afterwards.”

~*~*~*~

The way Alex’s heart is beating as he paces in front of the settee, which your poetry diary is currently lay on, is frankly concerning considering all of his nerves are being caused by what a pen has written on paper. It’s been 15 minutes since you’ve gone out and Alex hasn’t yet found the courage to open it.

But he realises that he needs to just bite the bullet. He’s been asking to read your poems for so long, he doesn’t want to back out of this now. Alex wants to know the ins and outs of your mind, and this is the closest he’ll ever get to that. So after a few deep breaths, he forces himself to sit down and unwrap the leather diary and he opens it on the first page.

Alex smiles seeing that it's not only your words in this book, you have doodles in there too. Stunning ones, just like all your drawings but these are quirkier and on this page he knows they must be from a long time ago.

On the first page he sees your full name written down, your telephone number which has clearly been updated the few times it’s needed to be. And then you have a bigger note that reads:

If lost: Please call the above number and claim your £5000 reward.

It makes Alex relax a bit reading that because that’s a very you thing to do. He knows that if this book went missing you’d probably pay double that to get it back. And after a deep breath, your boyfriend turns the page to start reading properly and he finds it easier than expected, for now anyway.

After reading a few of your earliest ones, Alex spots the small way you’ve coded out your poems. The date is the first thing at the top of the page, but then in the top right hand corner, you have initials of who the poem is about.

The few he’s read he knows from the initials that there are some about your Mum. Other heartfelt and longing ones about your Dad that almost have Alex tearing up.

There are happy ones too, some that don’t necessarily have initials because they aren’t about anyone in general, they are just about how you’re feeling.

Even reading these from back when you were in high school and college, Alex knows that you’re amazing at what you write in this book. And if your writing was this good when you were half your current age, he knows you must be even better now.

Once Alex figured out your code, he decided that he wants to respect your privacy a little more, so instead of reading everything you’ve written, he searches for his own initials. And your boyfriend stops when he sees the first A.T. in the right corner of your book. Alex sees that you’ve dated it late July 2002 and then he goes on to read:

Thank you for making me

feel things I thought I

never could

It’s short and simple, but Alex knows already that you must have been talking about the night you first slept together then. It sort of hits him all over again just how deeply you clearly felt about the milestone in your lives as he never expected to read you thanking him for it.

Alex flips a few more pages until he stops when he sees a polaroid of you and all the 1975 boys in a swimming pool. You’re all grinning like idiots and he can see that you’ve all signed the bottom of it which is a very you thing to ask all of them to do. But he smiles when he reads the poem on the page the picture is in between.

It’s about him, and about how there’s a trace of him on your neck that you’re getting teased for, but you’re saying it’s all worth it because it’s your reminder of what's waiting for you back home. When Alex looks at the picture again, he can see the faint bruise that he remembers sucking on your neck in Matt’s bedroom all those years ago at that house party. It makes him smile, seeing you look like you did back when you first got together, as you don’t look that much different now. You’re still as beautiful as ever but you’ve matured and grown into your beauty. And you have tattoos now too.

There were a few poems about Alex from that summer, that he finds himself smiling as he reads. But the first one with A.T. in the corner that knocks that smile from his face is one that hits him square in the chest.

Is my timing wrong

or am I just that hard to love?

Maybe I’m just

not good enough.

You thinking that you’re not good enough injures Alex’s soul, because it was never that. Alex was just a moron who got caught up in another girl who was actually in front of him for that whole summer who gave him attention and he never should have done it. He should have waited for you to come back home. He wishes he did.

Alex can’t help but think that this will probably be the easiest one of the heart aching ones that you’ve written about him. And the fact this already has made his heart sink probably isn’t the best sign.

Your poems move on to being about Peter after that and they stay that way for a lot of pages. Alex flicks through them, not really paying too much attention to anything you write about your first boyfriend, but when Alex sees M.H.he pauses.

Nothing is wasted.

Things happen for a reason.

A kiss should be simple,

but the taste of you on

my lips that night (searing)

a beautiful complication

Simple? Then why does

my heart long for you

when I’m locked to him.

Alex quickly recognises that you must have written that when you kissed Matty whilst you were still going out with Peter. And at the same time Alex realises he can’t put himself through reading the poems you’ve written about Matty, whilst it’s beautiful, he knows he can’t do it. He promises himself this will be the last one.

The next Alex finds with his own initials on it is dated a few days after your 21st birthday. And this one was about how sweet you thought it was that he kissed you. After that, there’s endless pages that are about Matty and there are somany.

Whilst Alex is searching for his next one, he comes across a photobooth strip of pictures where you and Matty are kissing each others cheeks before finally kissing each other properly in the final photo tucked into one of the poems about him, but Alex has to skips over your words about your ex.

The next A.T. is dated early November 2007, so Alex knows that this is bound to be when you were on tour with him. And Alex knows it must be because from the context of the poem he knows that this must be about the night you finally slept together again.

Supernova

Boy you are a wild thing,

a supernova, a rush of

blood, burning desire.

(Angels could never)

You light up everything

you touch & set my

body electric.

Me and you?

Hearts true,

skin brand new.

Alex reads this one over and over again. He selfishly knows why he repeats the poem, because he knows that when he turns the page it’s going to turn nasty. Because he was so beyond nasty to you back then.

It’s still one of the biggest regrets of his life, leading both you and Alexa on. He should have never done that to either of you, but especially you. He was so stupid to disregard you like you were nothing and it will always be a splinter in Alex’s soul that he’ll never be able to get out. Just like the way the guilt is always slowly eating away at him but he buries it down these days. But reading your poems that follow make that guilt wash over him all over again.

When he turns the page, he finds it dated it dated early December 2007 which Alex knows is after you left the Favourite Worst Nightmare tour after what he did and he takes a deep breath before he reads the poem you’ve titled Betrayal:

You don’t understand

how a piece of you exists

within me. It hides convert,

burrowed in my centre.

My love, my love, my love,

I have learned to romance

ghosts with you: Men who

are all fucking talk and

zero substance. I have

learned a heart can be

feint, untouchable - even

when gripped in a fist.

I have learned you are

not mine but I have

always been yours.

Ours.

I don't understand why

I can’t kill the piece of you

that makes my heart shake.

I don’t understand how

you can look for more in her

when I have cracked open

my ribcage for you.

It makes Alex tear up, and so do the ones afterwards. There’s at least ten from December 2007 and they all progressively hurt more and more as Alex reads them. But he knows you felt so much worse than he does whilst he’s reading them and on some level he knows that he has to read them all because he deserves to feel the pain after he caused you so much more in the past.

Nothing truly gets him like the last one from that month though. You wrote this one after Christmas, the first christmas he remembers you not being at home for, and his one is called Devastation and it hits him even harder.

You are with me

in dreams sweat-soaked

and electric.

You are the reason

for this ache,

this heart burst open.

When I think of you,

the knife twists and

youyouyou,

you cripple me

even still.

You are beyond forgetting.

You are ingrained in

my blood.

What I don’t understand

is why I still care?

I am a car crash when

it comes to love:

Even when my head hits

the dashboard, I spit out

my teeth and

ask if you’re

okay.

It makes him feel sick, especially reading the end of it. The mention of a car crash wounds him as he knows what pain you went through years after you wrote this on paper what a car accident would do to you. And the fact he made you feel as if you were going through something that you later would find out to be the worst pain of your life, makes him start crying.

He’s not entirely sure how long his head rests in his hands and he cries about the way he once made you feel. Your best friend knows it’s a long while and he forces himself to read all of the sad ones before he lets himself move on.

He deserves to feel every once of your pain that he put you through. And Alex really doesn’t know how you managed to forgive him time and time again.

When he finally gets back to grips and he’s not crying anymore, Alex flicks through again, there’s a few more about Matty before they move on to being about Kyle for a while. There’s the occasional one about your friends and there's a platonic one about Alex dated in 2009 about distance and about how you send each other books.

After that a few more crop up about him that show how worried you are about him that were from 2010, after his split with Alexa and he came to stay with you. And there’s more about Matty afterwards. In fact, Matty takes up the majority of the next fifty pages which makes sense considering you were with him for so long.

The poems got Alex emotional again when it reached the year you had your accident and when you split up with Matty. Alex expects there to be a lot in there about the accident, but considering what happened with Matty, he realises that pain combined with the accident merged into one, so he still doesn’t read the ones with Matty’s initials in the corner.

One of them, though, doesn’t have any initials on it. And it’s the simplest poem but it hits Alex square in the chest.

I keep wondering

how sad do I have to be

for someone to stop insisting

everything is going to be fine?

Maybe it hits him because Alex thinks of himself as that someone who kept reassuring you at that point in your life. Despite you not putting any initials it really does seem like it could be about him.

Your poems stay about Matty for a while then, and he sees the dates move to when the AM tour started. At the beginning of that year there were a few more about Matty, probably how you felt betrayed by him going after Alex’s exes but he again skips over them until he finds his initials again. And he smiles when he does.

There are a few cute ones about the two of you getting closer again, some that suggest you want to see if you can be happy with him but with nerves because of what happened last time. They are really cute, ones that Alex wishes he could reread over and over again, but his favourite happens to have something else alongside it.

Alex opens that page and a polaroid falls out of it, one that he hasn’t seen in years but he remembers taking it. The picture of your silhouette as you sit on the decking above some American lake, and the sky is full of colour. Yellows, oranges, and reds all blurring into a stunning sunset, with the reflection of it on the water but you’re at the centre of it.

Seeing that the poem is the one that you wrote when you were sitting in his arms makes Alex’s heart beat faster, and this is definitely his favourite when he reads it.

Back To Life

This is the truth:

You touched me and the

universe fell back into place.

With you I feel infinity and

I wonder how many lives,

galaxies and red-hot nights

will live in our shared bloodstream.

Because it all boils down to

this sweet boy:

You have brought me

back to life.

It really hits him hard that one, and all of the ones after that ooze that you’re falling in love again. And knowing what happens makes Alex’s heart ache, he really could have had you be his back on tour if he’d have just asked you. If the both of you had just been direct like you were last week, you could have been together for 6 years.

Alex guesses that is at least one blessing of growing up. You all learn from your mistakes in an effort not to make the same ones again, and he’s so thankful he can finally call you his.

If he’s remembering the dates correctly, Alex reads another one that is from when you both came back home from the AM tour that is about him.

I learned to love

the most important parts of me,

because you did.

All my fear, anxieties,

quirks, and insecurities.

I overcame the struggle

because you held out

your hand and

offered to walk with me.

Whilst that warms his heart, the ones of heartbreak come next. Ones where you said that you let him go because you couldn’t be selfish to make him stay for you. Others of longing and the pain at him being so far away again and it makes Alex regret that move to LA in 2014 even more than he already did.

Reading the ones about both him and Matty make your constant heartache back in 2016 a bit easier to understand. He can tell from the way you write that you’re so confused by what you’re feeling for two different people and how overwhelming those emotions were for you. Alex starts crying at some of them because of how broken you sound in them. It made him wish he never put you through the stupid triangle.

Then the poems reflected on your 30th birthday party and the ones about him hurt him a fucking lot to read. Again, he deserves to feel that pain. It’s another of his biggest regrets to this day that he’d said that about you and used your virginity as some badge of honour. So when he reads about you actually forgiving him, he cries again in relief.

But then it gets to 2017 and something else trapped in the pages falls onto Alex’s lap. A letter.

One that just reads ‘Y/N’ on the front of it in someone's handwriting that he doesn’t quite recognise, but he knows he’s seen it before. But then it clicks after he thinks why you keep a letter in your most prized possessions, it’s important to you and important enough that you wouldn’t want to lose it. And it’s then he realises it must be the letter that Matty gave you, the one that ended up with you sleeping with your other best friend again.

For years it’s plagued Alex on what could be written in that letter - the one that's now in his hands - that made you rush to Matty and sleep with him again. It kept him up at night thinking about it in the days after you told him what happened.

He wants to know, he really does and when it clicked what it was there was no doubt in Alex’s mind that he was going to open it and read it. But when it comes to him even opening the envelope, he can’t do it.

Alex can’t bring himself to betray your trust like that. It’s unbelievable enough that you’ve even let him open your poetry diary, he can’t just open something that you’ve kept private for so long.

He trusts you enough with what you’d told him in the past and what you said last week that Matty is just your best friend. You will have had your reasons for why you got with him back then and he’s sure this letter in his hands would make him understand. But that can stay between you and Matty. Alex makes his peace with that there and then as he tucks the letter back into the pages of your diary before he starts searching for his initials again.

The 2018 poems begin and the months where you and Alex got together again the time it almost led to a proper relationship have your boyfriend really happy to read. Your writing is astounding and how you convey your feelings through your words is insane.

But Alex knows he’s about to fuck up and hurt you again. And when he reaches the poem where he does, it upsets him again.

In another life

I swallowed every reprieve

and instead

offered you a mouthful

of loathing.

Just not in this one

As he’s been reading all of the ones after this about how hurt you were after he called you what he did and you decided you didn’t want to be with him anymore. Again, entirely fair and he deserves to feel like this as he reads the following ones that also cover that heartbreak.

He reads the other ones that cover 2018, not many more are about him other than one about you meeting accidentally in your spot at the park that day.

The poem you write about your one night stand in January 2019 is amazing. You write about sex like it’s electricity and he can feel the ghost of what happened in his veins as he reads.

He wishes that you were ready for a relationship back then because he would have asked you if you wanted to settle down. It would have saved him the waste of time that was the rest of 2019 for him anyway, and he could have been with someone who actually appreciated him for the person he is instead of being used like he was. Another regret of his will always be that he foolishly didn’t believe what you said about his ex and that he hurt you with that.

The poems that start with the beginning of 2020 are beautiful and happy, but the ones that come after march are bitter in comparison. Your poems turn lonely and sad and it’s so blatantly clear to see that you weren’t doing too well. As Alex reads he can see tear stains on the old battered book that holds your emotions just as clearly as your words.

He too is balling his eyes out reading how broken you feel and he wishes you phoned him sooner than you did. He promises himself that he will never ever let you feel as upset as you clearly were for those few months and he will make sure he does that for the rest of his life.

Alex notices the dates get even more recent now. One a day after he picks you up and it's as if a light had been switched back on and you found your happiness again. And then he reads ones that slowly hint that you’re falling back in love and you say that it’s been dormant for a while but it's always been there. It makes your boyfriend emotional as his heart feels like it could burst. But then he reads ones that have been written this last week, where each of them have that A.T. in the corner and your boyfriend can’t stop crying.

21/06/20

Those little moments,

with my head on your chest

and your fingertips

drawing circles

on the base of my neck.

They are the tiny moments

you are more than my home;

you are my entire world.

~~~

22/06/20

If I were to build a house

I’d have your arms as the walls

Your eyes as the windows

Your smile as the front door

Your heart as the fireplace

And your soul as my light

And in this house

I’d place my faith

Knowing I’d finally

Found a home

~~~

23/06/20

My pen could write

for a thousand people

but it never smiles about them

the way it does for you.

I love you Alexander Turner,

my Shakespeare,

my Darling.

So much.

And then the pages go blank. You wrote that you loved him this morning and even though you’ve said it a hundred times this past week it still doesn’t seem real.

Alex closes the book and puts it down before he just lets himself cry. He’s so overwhelmed with everything that you’ve written that all of his emotions are blended into one and he just sits and cries.

The only thing Alex can make sense of is that It seemed like you both caught feelings for each other even harder at different paces. You caught them immediately whereas Alex noticed them properly about a year later and he made messy life decisions after that.

And after that you’ve been missing each other until you finally got brought together now. Alex is so beyond thankful that he has you now and he will never ever take that for granted.

He’s unsure how long he sat there reading, and now crying, but it’s long enough that you’ve made it back home. Alex hears the front door open and you’re humming as you walk through the door.

Hearing your small, “I’m home.” somehow makes him even more upset, but he can’t not get up because he needs you back in his arms now. As Alex turns the corner, you’re taking your AirPods out and putting your keys on the side and he tears up more just looking at you.

You didn’t even notice your boyfriend was coming up to you until the second before his arms wrapped around you and he gave you the biggest hug he ever has. It’s a lovely embrace that has you smiling, but it quickly turns worrying when you feel his shaky breathing and you realise he’s crying.

Just as you’re about to ask if he’s okay, you hear his choked up voice tell you, “I love you so so much, Y/N.” as he hugs you tightly.

“Alex,” Your arms wrap around him, instantly worried he’s had some bad news whilst you’ve been out. “What's wrong?”

You feel him shake his head as he cries into your neck and he just holds you tighter and “Nothing, I just love you.”

“I love you too, Al.” You promise him, giving him a big squeeze and you run your hand up and down his back trying to comfort him and coax him into telling you what's wrong.

You’re a little worried about him when he just cries for a minute in your neck before you start worrying that something bad actually has happened and he’s not telling you, “Alex come on, what's happened? What’s wrong?”

“I just read everything and I-” He chokes up when he pulls out of your hug briefly for him to wipe the tears from his face as he stumbles over his words, “I don’t know Angel. I’m overwhelmed and I-” He has watery eyes and you can tell just how much he means what he’s saying when he continues, “I just love you so much Angel… I’m so sorry I hurt you for so long.”

“Al, don't apologise.” You shake your head, and reach up to wipe his tears away, “I’m fine, I’m okay.”

“I just love you a lot. I'm so, so, so beyond sorry I put you through all that.” There’s no stopping his tears yet, and he looks broken when he cries in a choked voice, “You must hate me, I'm so, so, so sorry.”

“Alex no,” You promise him, “It's okay.”

He sounds broken when he says, “I don’t understand how can you love me when I made you feel like that?”

“Do you remember what that really clever man once said?” You ask him as you wipe his tears and he sniffles, shaking his head slightly to answer your question.

“‘The course of true love never did run smooth’, Al.” You quote A Midsummer Night’s Dream at him, before you go on to say, “I love you more now because of it all… You know I love you, you’ve just read how much I do. Please tell me you made it to the end.”

Alex nods, confirming he did, but he sniffles, “I don’t deserve it.”

“If you made it to the end then you’ve read how much I love you.” You smile at him, and the small smile he gives you back warms your heart. You really want him to believe you.

“We deserve to be happy, Shakespeare.” You wipe away the fresh tears that spill down his cheeks as you tell him softly, “It’s time to let it all go. It’s me and you against the world now.”

“Are you sure you want that?” It almost breaks your heart when you hear him ask that. “Want me?”

You nod, promising him, “I’ve never been more sure about anything.”

Tears of relief seem to flood his eyes then and he smiles at you as he savours the feeling of you gently brushing his cheeks as you look up at him with such a loving smile.

He wraps himself up into the biggest hug again and as you lean your head against his, he says, “I love you so much Y/N Y/L/N.”

You smile as you whisper into his ear, “And I love you too Alex Turner.”

~*~*~*~ Mid July 2020 ~*~*~*~

“Curly, hey!” You smile as you answer your phone.

You just quickly ran to the kitchen to grab your phone when you heard it ringing but you were pleasantly surprised to see your best friend's contact name on the screen.

“Wheels! Sweetheart!” Matty’s chipper voice comes from down the phone. “How are you? What you up to?”

“I’m good, thank you.” You tell him as you make your way back to “And I’m currently doing another box painting for the next gallery. For whenever the world gets back to normal anyway.”

“Hopefully we will get there soon,” You can hear Matty’s smile when he adds, “And oooo, what’s this one of?”

You smile as you look at your artwork. This one was just a scene you conjured up from your imagination and it turned out pretty well if you do say so yourself, “This one is a foggy forest with mountains in the back.”

“Nice one, can’t wait to see it.” Matty says and you know he’s being entirely genuine.

However, today is about him, not you.

“You’re too cute, but anyway, I can tell you over the phone properly now.” You’re grinning like a fool as you say, “I’m so fucking proud of you Matty… Notes is fucking amazing.”

Notes On A Conditional Form came out today and you’ve already had your first run through of listening to it since Alex went out earlier as you painted. It’s so different to their other albums but still has that 1975 magic that makes the songs theirs. And you’re so incredibly proud of them all.

“Thank you Sweetheart,” You can practically hear his grin, “And whilst I’ve got you, Notes was actually the reason I was calling.”

“Oh?” You smile hearing that.

“We’re doing the twitter listening party later on at seven and I wondered if you’re not busy if you wanted to come to the studio to listen with me and George?” Matty asks, and before you can get a word in, your best friend starts giving his reasons, “I just don’t want you on your own when you’re being sensible anyway so having you around for a bit isn’t going to break any rules in our mind nor should it in yours. You shouldn’t be locked down alone anyway.”

“Matty,” You start, “Thank you for the offer but I’m not on my own anymore.”

“Who you with?”

“Alex…” You trail off, really not knowing how Matty was going to take it.

You’ve sort of just kept what’s gone on between you and Alex the past month between the two of you. You hadn’t even told Adam you were giving it another try with Alex yet, you just told him when you socially distanced met up with him the day your boyfriend was reading your poetry books that you were staying at his house, not that you were back together.

“Ah, right.” Matty thinks about it for a second before hesitantly asking, “I’m guessing in more ways than one?”

You feel fucking awful, like you should have had this conversation in person and not over the phone, so you immediately say, “I’m sorry Matty, I-”

“No, no Wheels, please don’t apologise.” Matty is quick to interrupt you, “I was just asking because I didn't want to presume. I just want you to be happy.”

“That’s all I want for you too, Matty. I swear.” You promise, because you do just want him happy.

There’s nothing you want more than for him to find the girl of his dreams who can put up with his excitable ways and for someone who loves him just as much as you once did. He deserves the world and there will always be a part of you that loves him, but you’re both so much better off as best friends it's clear for you both to see now.

“Yeah, I know.” You can hear his smile and that is still present when he excitedly hints, “I’ve got news on that actually.”

“Ooo what?”

“I’ve started speaking to someone.” Matty informs you and you can hear his grin down the phone.

You gasp, completely thrilled for him, “Really?”

“Yeah.” He confirms, sounding really chuffed for himself.

“Would I know her?” Is your polite way of asking if she’s famous.

“You might.” Matty chuckles before answering, “You heard of FKA Twigs?”

“You’re kidding.” Your jaw drops and you have to pinch your nose wondering how the fuck Matty, your beautifully idiotic now skinhead Matty Healy has somehow managed to take FKA Twigs off the market. “How the fuck have you managed that Matty? She pole dances!”

“I know.” Matty laughs down the phone, clearly finding your shock funny. “I don’t know either Wheels, but it’s going really well. I was actually gunna tell you later on if you were coming round.”

You can’t stop smiling at how bloody happy he sounds, you coo down the phone, “Matty, I’m so happy for you.”

“I’m happy for you too.” Matty tells you sincerely, and your heart melts a bit when he adds, “You know I’m always here if you need me, right Sweetheart?”

“Of course I do, Curly.” You nod, wrapping an arm around yourself in an attempt to simulate one of his. You’ve missed your Matty hugs these past four months. You remind him, “I’m always a phone call away too. You know that.”

“I do.” Matty confirms which makes you smile.

You really need lockdown to fuck off so you can go and hug your friends. You will certainly never take their presence for granted ever again.

“Who knows about you and Al by the way? Does Hann know?” Matty can’t help but wonder.

“No we’ve not told anyone, we've just kept it to ourselves for the time being.” You explain, “But it’s not a secret, tell who you want. I’ll phone Adam after I’ve finished on the phone with you though.”

He chuckles mischievously, “Amazing, Twitter will have a field day.”

“Just like they did when they found out you shaved your head again.” You pointedly accuse because you’re still not happy with him.

The bastard got rid of the mohawk and left a fucking rat tail on his head, and after copious amounts of bullying from you, he finally got rid of that too. But now he just looks like a prison inmate and you need him to commit to growing his hair back.

“So other than the both of us being happy, do you have any gossip? Personal or industry will satisfy my boredom.” You ask, changing the topic of conversation so he hopefully forgets his plan to out your relationship to twitter.

Matty laughs then, but he can’t help but say, “Alex should be satisfying your boredom.”

“Oh he is,” You grin, knowing exactly what your best friend meant by that, “But I’ve gotta have a break sometimes, Curly.”

The sex you and Alex were currently having was very very nice to say the least. Lockdown was a blessing in that sense, between painting, watching shit tv, talking to each other and your friends left a lot of time for the two of you to get up to no good. And it’s needless to say, you’ve been left very satisfied.

But you can’t help but tease Matty, “Might watch a few more videos of your girlfriend pole dancing if you don’t give me some gossip.”

“Let me think.” Your best friend says quickly which makes you chuckle, but then he tells you the worst thing imaginable, “Oh yeah, so something devastating news for you actually… Catfish and the Bottlemen are no more.”

Your eyes go wide, and you gasp, “What?!”

You can imagine Matty nodding as he confirms, “They are splitting up.”

“No.” You say back in utter disbelief.

You don;t even hear the front door open, you're so in shock. All you can hear is Matty trying not to laugh as he says, “Yeah, sorry Wheels but it’s true.”

With your hand over your mouth, still in utter disbelief you ask, “But why?” like you’re a child who’s having a sulk at your toy being taken away.

“I’ve got no idea. Seems there’s been a few disagreements and shit’s hit the fan.” Matty tells you, “Apparently, they will be doing their confirmed tour dates and then that's it.”

“I’m in pain.” You're frozen to your spot, looking like your world just crumbled down as you exaggerate to Matty, “Immense pain.”

Whilst your best friend chuckles down the phone, Alex walks through the door with all of the food shopping bags on his arms, and he asks slightly concerned, “What’s wrong with you? You look like you’re about to throw up.”

As your boyfriend kisses you on top of your head, you repeat what Matty just told you, “Catfish and the Bottlemen are splitting up.”

“Yeah.” Alex nods like it’s not news to him before he turns and heads towards the kitchen.

You jump out of your seat and follow him, almost shouting, “You knew?!”

“I thought you did.” Alex says over his shoulder as he puts all the bags down in the corner of the room by the cupboards.

Matty is laughing down the phone as you say in complete disbelief, “I can’t believe you knew and you didn’t tell me.”

“Don’t cry Angel, they weren’t that good.” Alex chuckles before he starts opening cupboards and the fridge to put the food shopping away.

You jump up and sit on the kitchen island before saying, “I’m surrounded by rats.” and Matty again laughs as your boyfriend chuckles.

“Matty’s on the phone then?” Alex asks, and when you nod, you pull your phone from your ear and put him on speaker. Your boyfriend tells your best friend, “Brave of you to tell her that mate. How are you?”

“I know and good thank you, hope you are too.” Matty’s voice rings out of your phone speakers.

But you smirk and add, “Oh he’s fucking amazing with his new pole dancing girlfriend.”

“Who?” Alex turns to look at you with a surprised look.

You grin knowing he’ll be shocked when you tell him, “FKA Twigs.”

“You’re kidding?” Alex’s jaw drops exactly like yours did.

You can’t help but laugh, “That’s what I said!”

“Okay it’s getting a bit rude now and you’s can call her Tahliah,” Matty tells you and you bite your lip to stop from laughing. Matty adds though, “By the way Al… Break Wheels’ heart and I’ll punch your lights out and get George to do the same.”

“Noted.” Alex chuckles, having absolutely no intention to ever hurt you again. Changing the topic, “Speaking of notes, we’re listening to it later, right?”

“We are indeed.” You nod confirming for your boyfriend.

“Excited to hear what you think.” Matty says pleasantly, but then he feels the need to remind, “Please both of you remember I wrote it a fucking while ago.”

You chuckle at that because you know he means that songs about you are on there. But you already knew that. You were in the music video to one of them after all. But you’re excited to tweet along later as you both listen to it properly.

“Don’t worry, it's all good.” Alex chuckles, really not caring if you’re not upset by it.

Matty is entitled to write about his own experience just as much as he is.

You leave Alex to put the shopping away after the three of you chat for a little bit. You and Matty could chat for days and you probably chat for another half an hour about anything that pops into either of your heads. But then Matty remembers something that will shock you to your very soul.

“Oh fuck.” Matty says randomly as you were gossiping.

“What?”

“I forgot to tell you something…” Matty trails off.

If you were on facetime with him, you expect you’d see the hint of a grin coming onto his lips as you can tell by the way he said that. You’re sure of it.

Which is why you question, “Is it gossip?”

“It is.” Matty confirms, before correcting slightly, “Personal gossip.”

Oh, fuck yes. The best kind… Especially when it’s not about you.

You’re grinning, “Spill, now.”

“Are you sat down?” Matty asks, “You might want to be.”

“Oh fuck,” You immediately feel guilty for getting excited and not realising something could be wrong, “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah everything’s grand,” Matty thankfully eases your worries, but he still leaves you anxious as he says, “Just need you to be sitting for this.”

“Okay… You’re scaring me now. What?”

“It’s George…” He trails off again.

But you prompt him to continue, your heart beating a little faster wondering what the gossip could be, “What about him?”

Matty tells you, “He texted me earlier saying he’d managed to shag the girl he’s been after for a while.”

And just like that your hopes and dreams of George all crumble away.

You pout at that, and you sound a little grumpy as you say, “Well he’s not just shagged me so that’s a lie.”

“You wish.” Matty laughs, expecting to hear nothing else.

He can’t help but find your disappointment funny. But he knew he needed to be the one to tell you, because you’d need the news to sink in first and you’d be too polite for your own good if George told you himself.

As Matty is thinking all of this, you realise you really can’t be upset. You’ve got your man now and you’re very veryhappy with him. Maybe you’re just mourning what could have been and the jokes that can’t happen anymore.

Sighing, you brave the pain, “Come on spill... Who is it? Is she pretty? Do we know her?”

“Oh, you know her alright.” You can hear Matty’s grin.

“Do not say Alexa Chung.” You state bluntly, the idea not funny in the slightest to you.

Matty cackles at that, but he assures you, “No, you’re safe don’t worry.”

“Who’s he fucking Matty?” You urge him to tell you.

“Charli XCX.”

Your jaw falls open for the second time today, and you gasp, “No.”

“I promise you.” Matty confirms, but now you’re truly shell shocked and you’re left speechless. So much so that after a minute, your best friend makes sure you’re still there, “Wheels?”

Lucky fucking bitch.

You say as you stare into the void, “I’m deeply unwell.”

“I knew you would be.” Matty chuckles to himself as he can picture the shock on your face so clearly.

You whine, “She’s so fucking fit.”

“I know.” Matty agrees.

But you’re still thinking out loud as you complain, “They must have the hottest, switchiest sex.”

Matty cackles loudly at the pain in your voice. “I’m going to tell him you said that.”

Ignoring that comment, you carry on rambling about this fake heartbreak, “I half feel like he’s cheated on me because he’s not told me.”

Matty quite rightly asks, “Have you told him about Alex?”

“No, so I don’t have a leg to stand on but still I’m in pain right now.” You winge.

“Knew you would be.” Matty chuckles, “We’re all off the market now, Wheels. The shop has closed.”

You nod as if he can see you, but you then go on to the more pressing point, “We need to find Ross someone, stat.”

Matty agrees, “I might set him up a Raya account.”

“Do it, the man needs to get laid.” You approve, then joke, “If I wasn’t spoken for, I would.”

“Please expect the bro code, Wheels.” You can almost hear Matty’s frown.

“I’m not your bro.” You state, half offended he would call you that.

Matty chuckles, “You’re my best friend, you are.”

And just as you’re about to argue that you’re had sex with him before so you’re not his bro, Matty swears, “Oh fuck.”

You’re worried for a split second, “What?”

“I’m late for my Zoom meeting with Jamie,” Matty panics a little, but nothings wrong so you take a breath of relief as your best friend apologises, “Sorry Wheels, I completely forgot and he’s ringing me.”

You just chuckle, “Ever the professional.”

“Sorry Sweetheart.”

“It’s alright.” You smile, “Speak to you soon, love you lots Curly.”

“Love you too, bye Wheels.” Matty quickly bids you farewell.

“Bye.” You say back and when the call ends you stand yourself up.

It’s almost too much news to take in. You have to take a breath as you wonder back to the kitchen where you can hear your boyfriend starting to cook.

After you put your phone on charge, you walk up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist.

“Al.” You mumble as you hug his back.

“Yes Angel?”

“Don’t suppose you’ve ever thought about a foursome?” You ask, unable to stop yourself.

Alex chuckles, “With Matty and Twigs, no.”

You laugh a little too as that was definitely not who you were meaning. You correct him, “No, with George and his new girl.”

“Who’s his new girl?” Alex asks absentmindedly, no matter the answer he’s not going to change his mind.

You still can’t believe George has managed to land the stunning woman, “Charli XCX.”

Alex turns towards you at this point, looking just as shocked as you, “You’re kidding?”

“Nope.” You confirm it’s true.

“Christ,” Alex chuckles, “The pandemic has done the rounds for bringing couples together, hasn't it?”

“I know, I know.” You nod, and go back to having a silent moment with him, once again hugging his back whilst he cooks.

But after a minute, you ask again, “So… the foursome?”

Alex snorts, before telling you, “Get out of my kitchen, woman.”

~*~*~*~ 30th November 2020 ~*~*~*~

“I don’t think we’re ever going to find one, Angel.” Alex sighs as you both get in the car after another disappointing house viewing.

You try to keep both of your hopes up by assuring, “We will.” as you do your seatbelt and get comfy as Alex starts the car.

Your boyfriend just looks visibly deflated though, which is how you’re currently feeling too but you’re trying not to let it get you down. The both of you decided that you wanted to find a home together, because you wanted to build a life together that was your own.

Originally it was Alex’s idea, because he didn’t want to refer to it as your flat or his house, he wanted it to be both of yours together. He wanted to restart with you and you were certainly up for it. You’re really not attached to your flat in London at all, and you’ve been living with Alex since June so you’re certainly up for it.

But the current search hasn’t been going too well.

“Each one has so many cons and it’s infuriating.” Alex huffs as he waits for the car to de-mist. He turns to you and holds up each of fingers for the cons, “Either no studio space or no music room space. It's either all dark and dingy and needs too much doing to it.”

“I understand Al,” You nod, getting what he means entirely, “Nowhere has felt like a home.”

He runs a hand through his once again prince charming hair, but he looks at you and sighs, “We couldn't raise a family in any of the ones they’ve shown us.”

The both of you have talked about your futures a lot recently and the prospect of starting a family has been talked about. Neither of you want anything right now, but the option being left open is certainly something you’re happy with.

You just continue to tell your boyfriend, “We will find somewhere.” as you grab his hand and lace your fingers together.

Alex gives your hand a squeeze and he kisses the back of it before sounding slightly upset as he admits, “I’m losing hope and that's really sad.”

You give him a sad smile hearing that but you do understand. You’ve not liked any yet either and it does get the both of you down. But you just try to stay optimistic but also realistic. It really isn’t the end of the world.

“Well we have the viewing later today and if that goes shit, how about we just put a hold on moving?” You suggest, “We’re not moving because we desperately have too, we’re just doing it for better convenience for the both of us.”

Alex looks like he’s about to argue, but you get to him first and say, “It’s really not that much of an issue me going to the flat to sort the paintings out. I can survive a bit longer.”

“I know, but I also want to make a home with you like we talked about.” Alex sounds so defeated and you just make him lean across the car to hug you for a few seconds.

“Home for me is where you are.” You tell him as you kiss his cheek, “So I’m perfectly fine in the house for a bit longer, Al. I’m in no rush... Let's just see how later goes and if we get a good feeling about it we can see.”

Alex nods and lets you go, grabbing your hand again as he nods, “Yeah, you’re right.”

“I always am.” You chuckle and squeeze his hand, “You never know, the one later is a little further out of the city. More room there. And if you want to, I don't mind not being in London, we can go back home and look up there.”

Alex smiles at that idea, but he outs himself for not being able to wait around for anything, “I just can’t wait to build a life with you any longer. Need everything now.”

You grin at him and lean over to steal a kiss as you tell him, “I love you, Mr Impatient.”

“Love you too, Angel.” Alex mumbles against your lips as he kisses you back.

~*~*~*~

“So this one has most of the things you were asking for.” Your estate agent Anna tells you as the three of you walk up the drive of the gorgeous looking house.

“Lots of natural light, which I know you wanted for your art studio, Y/N. There's another decent sized room that could easily be turned into a home studio for you, Alex. It’s a little bigger than you wanted, but more space is never a bad thing.” She goes on to tell you as she gets the keys to the house out. “It's a four bed, two bathroom. Master has an ensuite, and there's an open plan kitchen and dining area. And the lounge is fairly big with a fireplace. There's also a pretty much brand new conservatory on the back and a big garden too.”

“Well it certainly sounds good.” You smile as she starts unlocking the doors, “Looks it too from the outside.”

The drive can easily fit a few cars on there which is nice, and there's a tree that currently has no leaves in the corner too. The outside of the house looks huge, somewhere that you would dream of living when you were a teenager and never imagining it would be possible for you to have. You just hope inside lives up to the outside.

Anna smiles at you both, and she says, “Fingers crossed this is the one for you both, I have a good feeling,”

“Let's hope it’s a good one.” Alex nods as she opens the front door.

Anna gives you the tour around and you must admit the more things you see of this house, the more you can see the potential in it. This is one of the few that you’re actually letting yourself get excited about.

The room Anna thought about as your art studio is perfect, there's enough natural light so you could paint in there and there's enough room to store your paintings and all your supplies too. There’s nothing you don’t like about it.

And Alex seems to like the room that she envisioned as his studio. You could already picture his guitars on the walls, a drum kit in there, a keyboard, there was enough room for everything.

The lounge is fucking huge, bigger than the two of you need but it’s cosy and if theres a future where the two of you ever decide to expand your family the house certainly accommodates to it. The joint kitchen and dining room is astounding too, you wouldn't change a thing in there, you love all the units and so does Alex.

Upstairs is just as good. All the bedrooms and the bathroom are beautiful and the only thing you would change about them would be giving them some colour on the bare white walls. You can certainly picture yourself and Alex in the master bedroom too. The whole house is stunning and the both of you get that excited feeling in your stomach as you look around.

Anna lets you wonder around by yourselves for a little bit where you get the relief of knowing that the other person has a good feeling about this house too. And as you come back downstairs, you realise you’ve not looked outside yet or been in the conservatory.

“Do we get to the back garden through the conservatory, Anna?” You ask, looking back to her setting her iPad down on the kitchen island.

“Yes there is a door in there and there's a door in the utility room too, but feel free to go out that way, the key should be in the door.” She smiles.

Both of you think that the conservatory has the potential to be very cosy, and there’s no neighbours facing this way either, the garden just seems to be surrounded by trees so it gives the garden some privacy which the both of you like.

“Lets go check outside.” You suggest as you slip your coat back on, and Alex follows you out.

It's a nice big garden. Big enough for your friends to come over for a BBQ in the summer, or if your family did expand a swingset, trampoline, or a pool could easily be put up and little ones could still run around it freely.

Even though most of the trees have currently lost their leaves due to the time of year, you still feel like this is a lovely place. Lots of light gets into the garden and you know even when all the leaves come back it won't feel suffocating. You really love this house and Alex agrees with you when you say it as you head back inside with him.

“What did you think?” Anna asks as she steps into the conservatory to meet you.

You nod, “It’s lovely.” and Alex nods agreeing with you.

“It really is, especially in spring and summer.” Anna smiles, and she looks out of the window and nonchalantly adds, “That cherry blossom tree makes the garden look beautiful.”

Instantly you and Alex look at each other like you’ve missed something. Because you’re certain you would have seen a cherry blossom tree outside if there was one.

It’s Alex that questions it, “Pardon?”

“That tree at the end of the garden,” Anna points to the big tree with no leaves at the very end of the garden, “It's a cherry blossom… When it's spring it blooms and looks stunning. I’ll find the pictures for you.”

You and Alex look at each other then as the estate agent looks through her iPad and both of you share the same look. The both of you entirely full of hope and you're sure the warm feeling must have hit his chest like it just did yours.

“There you go,” Anna hands her device over to you which shows an image of the back garden with all the trees in bloom.

But there’s a huge stunning cherry blossom tree in the centre of it, and it looks stunning. It looks like the one you painted on the big canvas that Alex secretly bought at your gallery.

Anna adds, “It’s the same as the small one out the front.” and she swipes on her screen which shows a smaller cherry blossom which is clearly the tree on the drive that had lost its leaves.

Both you and Alex look at each other again, this time with smiles tugging on both of your lips and you just know. If this isn’t a sign, you don’t know what is.

In reality, the both of you know that there is no need to look around again because you’ve both fallen completely in love with the house. The cherry blossoms have just confirmed it for you.

Regardless though, just to confirm it, you take another look around all the rooms as if you don’t know that you both want this house. And when you meet Anna at the front door, Alex grabs your hand and you smile at each other before your boyfriend says, “We would like to make an offer please.”

~*~*~*~ 7th April 2021 ~*~*~*~

“Hey!” You smile brightly as you open the door to your cousin and his girlfriend, “Come in, come in.”

“God, I'm so glad to see you Carly.” You say as you pull her into a hug, “I’ve missed you loads.”

“I’ve missed you too.” She says as she hugs you back.

As Alex greets your cousin, you tell her when you pull out of the hug and admire her long hair, “Gosh, every time I see your hair I wish mine was still as long.”

“It’s growing back.” She grins as she twists a strand of your hair.

You chuckle, “Yeah, just not fast enough.”

At that point the both of you turn to the two men. And you can’t help the massive grin that comes to your face when you look at Adam.

“Bro,” You grin as you hug your cousin, “It’s good to see you.

“And you B,” He tells you as he gives you a tight squeeze, “Missed you loads.”

“I know, these lockdowns need to fuck off.” You let him go as he says, “Really hoping that was the last one.”

From January to March this year, there was another lockdown in the UK. One that was a blessing and curse. A curse because the country was suffering from high Covid rates again, but a blessing because in those 3 months you had got the keys to yours and Alex’s house and you finished making it your own.

“I think it will be,” Adam is clearly hoping that was the end of another bout of self isolation too, “Don't think the country will survive another.”

You nod, agreeing, “Can’t wait to get back to normal.”

Adam hums in agreement and then he looks around the hall and around what he can see of your new home and says, “The house is stunning.”

“Ahh thank you.” You smile, the pride washing over you when you take a look around yourself.

Carly asks the both of you, “Did you get everything finished during the lockdown?”

“Yeah, we did.” Alex nods, and he grins at the memories of the both of you covered in paint in domestic bliss.

Getting this house with you was certainly one of the best ideas he’d ever had and he would change nothing about it for the world. And on the rainy days recently, Alex had loved cuddling up with you in the conservatory where you would read aloud for the both of you as he was playing with the ends of your hair and his eyes would flick between you and the cherry blossom tree that had started to bloom at the bottom of your garden.

“Come on,” You link Carly's arm and say, “We’ll give you the tour.”

You take them round your home and you find yourself really proud to show it off. You’ve made it your own and every room that you walk into, you feel that pride that you felt each time you finished decorating a room during lockdown as you show them your home.

Once you’ve given the tour, you all walk into the kitchen so you can make them a drink. It’s so nice to have them around, you’ve really missed everyone again over the lockdown, you just can’t wait for things to go back to normal now.

And you’re really excited for your little housewarming party in a month's time. You can’t wait to have all your friends back together.

“It's gorgeous B.” Adam smiles as you hand him his cup of tea.

You grin, “Thank you.” as you take your seat next to Alex.

“Was talking about Alex's studio but sure the rest is nice.” Adam teases you.

But you just shake your head and tell him, “You’re a little shit.” as Carly nudges him for you.

All of you chat for a while and you have a really good catch up. You talk of how lockdown treated you all, about how you really hope life will get back to normal soon. You laugh about your funny lockdown stories over lunch and you can’t remember the last time you’ve had so much fun.

Well actually, you can remember the last time. It was in November when you finally got to hang out with all of your favourite people once again back up in your old flat, and Y/B/F and Charlie were back living together as the fact you all now had a vaccine on the horizon made the future look a whole lot brighter.

You felt like your family was whole again. Your Monkeys and your 1975 boys and your best friends all in one place. It felt like a birthday party, you were so happy.

Of course, you still got the flirty banter from George which Alex didn’t mind about, but what made your boyfriend giggle was when Charli started flirting with you too and you all but crumbled at it. Matty was still a terror and the banter between you was still exactly the same, he bullied you for anything and everything and you did the same to him.

That day you took it easy on him though because his girlfriend FKA Twigs aka Taliah had joined the party, but you did tell him that you were really happy he was happy in a moment you had when you joined him for some fresh air when he went out on your old fire escape to smoke. You really hoped for the best for him as he’d been with her for a while by that point and it was easy for you to see he was in love with her.

It was such a good day, and you’re remembering it fondly in an anecdote before you and Alex clear all the plates and make your cousin and his beautiful girlfriend another brew. Once you both return and all of you wonder into your lounge, you notice that the couple take each other's hands and seem to silently communicate with each other before smiling and looking back towards you.

“We’ve got to tell you something.” Carly smiles at the both of you and she grabs Adam’s hand making the statement even more suspenseful.

“Oh?” You smile, feeling like you know what this could be.

You and Y/B/F bet back on that day in November that in the next 6 months Adam would propose to Carly. And Alex knew about this bet too so you both glanced at each other subtly thinking that this really could be it, which makes you hold your breath with a nervous eagerness to hear what they have to say.

But then you’re shocked to your very soul.

“We're having a baby.” Adam grins at you.

Your eyes go wide with excitement, but you lose your words as you look between them, “You’re… you’re…”

“Yeah.” Carly nods, understanding your speechlessness.

“Oh my,” You trail off, immediately tearing up as you and Alex both stand up to hug the parents to be. Both of you say at the same time, “Congratulations.”

Adam makes a beeline for you, which you find really cute because you were going to go for Carly first. But you embrace your cousin so tight and you really don’t want to let him go.

You can hear Alex congratulating Carly whilst you and Adam just silently hug each other as you try not to sob down his ear. You think the hug says a lot more than you ever could.

You love the man in your arms like he’s your brother and you’ve so beyond happy for him. He deserves nothing but happiness and this is going to be the happiest thing to ever happen in your family.

“You’re going to be a Dad.” You cry happy tears as you squeeze him in the tightest hug you ever have, “I’m so happy for you Ads.”

“Thank you B.” Your cousin sounds a little choked up too.

You think about just how amazing he’s going to be with a baby and you can’t help but repeat yourself in a little chuckle of disbelief, “I can’t believe you’re going to be a Dad.”

Adam laughs, “Neither can I.”

“I’m going to spoil baby Hann rotten.” You promise him, already formulating a plan for everything you’re going to do for this child.

“Oh, I have no doubt.” Adam chuckles before you give each other another big squeeze and you let go to see he’s just as teary eyed as you.

You smile and wipe away his tears for him but you don’t bother to do your own because as soon as you look at Carly the waterworks start again. She’s tearing up a bit too as you trap her in a long hug.

“I'm so beyond happy for you, Carly.” You tell her and she thanks you as Alex tells Adam how elated he is for him.

You and Carly hug each other for a while too, probably too long but it feels like the both of you need it. And you’re giggling in each other's arms for a few minutes as you talk about how happy you are for them both and you promise her too that you will spoil her child rotten.

When you finally let go of her, you all sit back down but you’re far more invested in this conversation than you have been with anyone ever before.

Alex asks Carly with a bright smile, “How far are you?”

“Twelve weeks.” She grins.

“Who knows?” You have to ask, because you need to silently scream about this to someone after they have gone.

“Just the parents and now you two.” Adam tells you, “Had to come and tell my sister before the rest of them.”

Once again, the love and pride you feel for them being in your family and now making their own hits you square in your chest. You’re so overjoyed for them. You can’t wait to phone your Aunt as soon as Adam leaves.

“You’re gunna be a proper Auntie.” Adam grins and that makes your heart burst and tears threaten to come to your eyes again.

Alex pulls you into a little side hug as he laughs as he tells your cousin, “You’re going to have her sobbing.”

“I saw your eyes well up Turner, it’s not all on her.” Adam outs him which makes you giggle a little as Alex’s hug brings you some comfort.

“Are you going to find out if it's a little boy or girl?” You have to ask them.

And Carly excitedly tells you, “No, we’re going to wait.”

“I’m so so happy for you.” Is the one thing you keep repeating.

After talking and congratulating them for another 5 minutes, Adam nudges Carly with an excited look on his face and says, “We better go and tell the others.”

“Who are you telling today?” You have to ask so you don’t blab about it to someone you’re not meant to.

“The boys.” Adam grins, “Can’t not tell them.”

You chuckle a little as you think about it, “You’re going to make Matty cry.”

“What an early birthday present for him, ey?” Carly grins as she gets up to hug you, “But we’re telling him last because he will tell the others before we get a chance to.”

Alex laughs hearing that, “Probably a good idea.” as he pulls Adam into a hug.

“Yeah I know my big mouthed best mate well.” Adam laughs, hugging your boyfriend goodbye.

As you hug Carly, you promise her, “Your little one is going to get so spoiled.”

“I know.” You can hear her smile.

And when you pull away from the hug, you look down towards her stomach and you say directly to baby Hann, “I promise I'll give you all the chocolate you want. I’ll be the best Auntie ever.”

Carly giggles at that and when you look back up at her, she assures you, “You will be.”

“I love you,” You have to hug her again after that, “You’re going to be the best Mum in the world and thank you so much for making my little brother happy and giving him his own family.”

“We love you.” Carly tears up hearing you say that and she gives you a tight squeeze before she pulls back and puts a hand on her stomach and says, “And we can’t wait to meet this little one. He’s going to love you just as much as we do.”

“If you need anything please let me know.” You offer, “Anything, honestly.”

“Well, we might rope you into painting some animals or something in the nursery.” Adam grins as he moves so he can hug you now.

“Just say the word, I’ll bring everything, I’ll do anything.” You offer up your services, as it would be an honour to do for them. You can already picture the room that they would use in their house, it will be so cute.

“You’re going to be the best Dad.” You tell Adam as you squeeze him tightly.

“Don’t make me cry any more.” Adam laughs, “It’s been an emotional few months.”

“I bet.” You giggle before you tell him sincerely, “I love you so much Bro.”

Adam squeezes you tightly, “I love you too B.”

After the couple leave, you and Alex have a silent scream together, entirely buzzing that the family is going to be extended. Alex can’t help but feel like it's his brother that’s having a baby too, he feels just as happy as when all the other Monkeys told him that they were expecting.

But this hitting you so hard as it's your actual family has him feeling the joy even more intensely, and Alex fully intends to marry you one day so Adam is his actual family now too. Both of you know it’s the lives of being an only child that makes it feel even more special, but you’ve never felt so happy for someone before.

“Auntie Y/N/N and Uncle Alex, ey?” Alex brings you out of your thoughts. “Great ring to it.”

“It does, doesn’t it?” You grin and you get a little emotional again.

But that happens for the rest of the day. When you phone your Aunt up, you get in your feelings about hoping that you’ll be as good of an auntie as her to baby Hann and both of you just cry on the phone to each other for a long while as you wait for the others to find out.

You cry when each of the boys phone you after they have been told. It’s unsurprising they started with Ross as he is the most calm and collected of them all. And then they went to George and then Matty and by the time Matty found out it was about 6pm.

Instead of phoning you like he was going to, Matty drove to yours and Alex’s house in the rain so he could get excited with you both in person. And the three of you really did. You were planning gifts for them, Matty had a few ideas of things he wanted to commission you to paint for them (things you will absolutely not be charging for).

The other boys came round later in the evening too to join you and you all had the best time. You did phone Adam and Carly to come back too but they were driving up to Sheffield so they could tell Y/B/F and Charlie before going back to Manchester to tell more of your family.

All of you toast to Adam, Carly, and Baby Hann and the cutest family in the world that they will be. And with how much everyone in your house adores that couple, you know you’re all going to be the happiest family. You have no doubt at all.

~*~*~*~ 11th June 2021 ~*~*~*~

“Do you fancy a road trip?” You question your boyfriend as he stops playing his guitar. You walk into his music room and stand behind him as he’s on his stool to hug him from behind and you pre-warn him, “It’s a long one.”

Alex asks you curiously as he stops playing, “Where to?”

“Well it’s this place right, and someone wrote a song about it.” You try and fail to hold your grin as you answer him without actually answering him, “But it’s going to take us more than a forty-five minute drive to get there but not quite a seven hour flight.”

Alex puts his guitar down hearing and twists around on his stool. You see a surprised yet pleased look on his face, but his smile is bright when he wraps his arms around your waist and asks, “You wanna go back home?”

“Yeah,” You nod, wrapping your arms around his neck as you smile. “I need to go to my old house. My tenants are moving out so I need to decorate and get it back on the market.”

Your boyfriend's smile gets so much bigger hearing that and he excitedly grins, “So we’re going back to 505?”

“Yes.” You giggle loving the grin on his face, “About a week's trip if you’re willing to help me decorate?”

Alex leans forward to kiss you sweetly before nodding, “Course I will.” because there isn’t a chance he would miss going back to where it all started.

“Amazing.” You grin and because you’re a fool and you’re completely and hopelessly in love with the man in front of him, you quickly sit on his lap and shout over to your Amazon speaker, “Echo, play 505 by Arctic Monkeys.”

And Alex chuckles as the song begins to play before he pulls you into a kiss.

~*~*~*~

Walking into your old home after your tenants handed you the keys back was a little strange. Obviously the place had been gutted and it was back at its barebones, almost exactly how you left it years ago.

Alex joined you at the front door after the family drove away and he held your hand as you unlocked the house and stepped inside. It’s been years since you actually had to come back into this house, and it’s a little eerie being back.

Memories of your childhood and teenage years flood back to you, both happy and sad ones as you both walk around the lounge, dining room, and kitchen. This home ultimately just makes you miss your Dad though, that's the overall feeling when you first walk in.

The memories of you and your friends chilling out in the lounge or kitchen come back to you and make you smile as you wonder back around the rooms that used to be the only home you knew. You find yourself getting really nostalgic as you walk around.

You only have very few memories of your Dad, but the ones you remember of him playing with you when you were a child, you tell Alex as you pass the spots in your old home that they happened in. Alex smiles and asks you questions about him and you answer all of them. You love that he wants to know more about him and what he was like.

Alex was always one of the few friends that always had asked what your Dad was like and that was something you appreciated because you didn’t want to bury his memory like your Mum usually does. So you tell him anecdotes that you either remember yourself or that you’ve been told about as you explore the hold house.

The stories were more family based whilst you were down the stairs, but as soon as you go up the stairs and you open the door to your old bedroom, you go silent. With Alex only a step behind you, the wave of nostalgia really hits you. For the briefest second, when you opened the door you could picture it as your bedroom again.

The old box TV constantly on the music channel in the corner, the low bed, your drawings pinned to your wall, your fairy lights hanging around your window, sheets upon sheets of poetry you printed off for free at school littering your floor. As you step into the room, you can practically picture everything clear as day.

Something feels lighter about being in the room now than it did the last time you were in it. You remember not wanting to be in this house so badly when you left it in 2008, but now it feels less bitter and it only brings back the good memories.

Memories must be flooding back to Alex too, because as you look around Alex watches you as he leans against your door frame and he smiles as he quietly says, “Where it all began, hey?”

Your cheeks go hot hearing that and you try not to grin like an idiot. The memories of that night really hit you hard as you're standing in this room and it's unsurprising when you get a little flustered and have to look away from him.

“How long after did you write the song?” You have to ask as you sit on the edge of the bed frame that the family had left behind.

“God,” Alex chuckles, “It was in the drafts for a while.”

Your boyfriend walks into the room and sits down on the floor in front of you then, looking up at you as he recalls, “I think some of it straight after… But it was mostly when I started thinking about you again when we became really close friends that it got all horny.”

“Teenage you was something else.” You giggle.

“Was just thinking back to us in here every time I saw you and my mind went straight down the gutter.” Alex owns up to it. “Rarely stopped thinking about you Angel.”

You smile hearing your nickname being said in the room he first said it in. But you can’t help but point that out, “You called me that for the first time in here.”

“Almost in the exact same positions, just swapped.” Alex grins, remembering it fondly.

You hum in amusement, “Yeah, didn’t take me giving you head to call it me this time.”

“God,” Alex groans a little, playfully saying, “That was the best night of my life.”

“Not exactly what I recall you saying last weekend, but sure, we will go with the night we lost our virginities.” You laugh a little then as Alex gets to his knees to shuffle forward to kiss you and shut you up.

He kisses you like you’ve both got all the time in the world, which you guess you do. Your fingers lace into his hair which if styled differently, he could probably look like he did back when the both of you lost your virginities.

Alex playfully bites your bottom lip to pull you into another kiss when you went to pull away from him, but you indulge him for a little longer. You try your best not to smile and ruin the moment but it gets a little difficult because you’re so happy.

Your heart feels like it could burst out of your chest with how much you love the man that’s kissing you. You just know he’s it for you, your everything, and the fact you're in the room where it all started has you a little emotional.

When you eventually pull away, you lean your forehead against his just to savour the moment with him.

After a silent minute, it’s Alex who asks as he pulls back and looks around the blank room, “So where do you want to start?”

“Trip to B&Q and get the beige and white paints for all the rooms and we paint the days away?” You think out loud.

Alex nods approving of your plan and he smiles as he sits back on the floor.

“Sorry it’s a little boring.” You apologise in advance.

You know this won’t be as much fun as you both decorating your house because you’re basically taking the house's character away to let whoever ends up moving in to have a blank canvas to make their own. It will be a lot of boring white, grey, and beige painting of walls for the both of you.

But Alex shakes his head and assures you, “Nothing’s boring with you.”

That makes your heart ache with the love that you have for him again. And instead of saying it for the millionth time today, you show him in your own special way.

You smile as you tap your collarbone and you adore the way that your boyfriend’s face lights up completely. Alex’s own heart swells seeing you tap the words he once wrote you that have proudly displayed on your body and whilst he wants to tell you that he loves you verbally again, he settles for smiling back at you and tapping his own collarbone.

~*~*~*~ June 24th 2021 ~*~*~*~

Today you’ve given yourself the afternoon off painting 505 because it’s your birthday tomorrow and Y/B/F asked if you’d come round and see her which you and Alex currently are doing.

You’ve made plans to go out with them both for your birthday tomorrow and you’d had a great catch up with them. But you and Alex are currently in your old bedroom boxing up the last of your things to move down to your new home.

Both you and your boyfriend were left to do this after your best friend and her fiancé asked if you wouldn’t mind. Of course with not living with her at all anymore, you said it was fine and going through your stuff really wasn’t a hardship. It felt like you were going through your old memories with each thing that you picked up.

Alex is of course being a gem and helping you. And he’s currently taking all of your old books from your shelves and boxing them up for you as you collect the last of your shit from the drawers under your desk.

You’ve been going through things for about half an hour now, and you’ve already filled 3 boxes of stuff when Alex asks, “You’ve never read this have you?”

And when you turn to see which book he means, you immediately know he’s right. You never ended up reading that book he gave you.

It was the book he hand delivered to you that day you were packing to go back over to your Aunt and Uncles for their wedding. The same day Matty came around a little after him and they both made you try your dress on for them, and you remember just thanking Alex for the book and putting it straight on your shelf where you clearly forgot to pick it back up and read it.

“No, I guess we sent that many to each other I never got around to that one. I'm sorry.” You apologise as you walk over to him.

“It’s okay…”Alex smiles, genuinely not minding as it was only an old poetry book at the end of the day. Lot of memories in this book.”

“How'd you mean?” You ask.

Alex taps the book a few times before he reveals, “This was sort of the final nail in the coffin for me and Alexa.”

Of all things, you really weren’t expecting Alex to say that.

“What?” You ask a little dumbfounded.

Alex sighs like he’s finally just got something off his chest, “Yeah.” And you see that he then checks a page near the back of the book and reads over whatever it is before he smiles slightly and closes it again.

Still confused about why a book Alex ended up giving to you helped end his relationship with his ex, you end up needing to get clarity, “I thought that yours and Alexa’s schedules-”

“It was that.” Alex jumps in, confirming your right, “But when she came back to the flat in New York when we were on the break before we properly split, just after we were talking things out she found that book and she read the quote in the back that I annotated about a month after we started on the break of sorts.”

“I don’t remember you telling me about a break.” You say honestly, because you just remember how heart wrenched he was about the split.

“I didn’t want to tell you.” Alex tells you honestly, “I didn’t tell anyone, until now I guess.”

“I loved her but I wasn’t in love with her anymore and this proved it.” Alex shakes the book in his hand, not looking sad about anything, maybe just a little nostalgic which you understand.

But you can’t say you’re not curious when Alex explains, “She wasn’t angry or upset with what she saw, probably the reason why we’re still on alright terms because we’d been growing apart for a while before that anyway… But yeah, she read that and she was moving her stuff the same afternoon, and the day after I was on the phone to you telling you I was coming home.”

It seems a lot to process as you’ve not heard about any of this before now. But you have to know what’s been lying dormant on your shelf all these years.

“What did you write?” You ask curiously.

Alex hands you the book, his finger holding the page open for you, “Read it.”

And when you open it, you really weren’t expecting what you found.

~~~

“I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity, and her flaming self-respect. And it’s these things I’d believe in, even if the whole world indulged in wild suspicions that she wasn’t all she should be. I love her and that’s the beginning and end of everything.”

- F. Scott Fitzgerald

This is how I feel about you Angel, always and forever. AT x

~~~

“You're an idiot.” You shake your head as you read the quote and his writing over and over again.

Alex knows he is. The month that he and Alexa went on their break he had been leaning on your friendship so much more and just from that month and every other part of your history, it made him realise his huge mistake.

And reading that poetry book that he found in particular which was all about love, it made him think so much of what he had felt for you in the past and what never really went away, and not what he was feeling for Alexa anymore. It was when he knew he needed to call it off for good.

Alexa just happened to pick up the book to see if it was hers but when she opened it and saw that at the back, they both knew it was time. Time to separate and go back home and for him to deal with his real feelings.

Alex doesn’t expect it, but when you look back up at him he sees that you’re a little teary eyed when you say, “You could have saved us a lot of time if you told me I needed to read this back when you handed it to me.”

Your heart feels like it's swelling and aching with longing in your chest as you tell your boyfriend, “This is the shit I dreamed of happening to me when I was younger.”

Alex pulls you into a hug, and you hold him tightly still not fully believing that has been on your shelf for the past decade and you’d not once touched it.

Your boyfriend makes you chuckle when he playfully says, “I think it’s your fault you didn’t read it sooner, if I'm honest.”

Knowing he’s only joking, you chuckle as you say earnestly, “I really wish I had done now.” and you hold him impossibly closer.

“It's always been you Y/N/N,” Alex tells you, and he kisses your temple before he admits, “Just took me a long while to realise it.”

You genuinely have to take a few minutes in his arms to process it, and when you eventually do, you look up at the love of your life and tell him once again, “I love you, Shakespeare.”

“I love you so much more, Angel.” Your boyfriend smiles before he leans down and kisses you sweetly.

Just as you’re about to let each other go and get back to your separate jobs, a voice shouting the both of you stops you.

“You two best not be shagging in the baby's future room!” You hear Y/B/F yell but it makes you and Alex stop dead.

You’re frozen in your spot for a solid few seconds just looking at your boyfriend as you both process the words you just heard. You have to ask him, “Did she just?”

“She did.” Alex answers immediately and he looks to your old bedroom door.

Both of you walk towards it and immediately walk back into the lounge seeing Y/B/F and Charlie sitting there with grins on their faces. You don’t have to ask because you know from the look on her face that she said that on purpose and that she is pregnant.

But you don’t blame Alex for wanting the confirmation, “Are you?”

Both of them nod before saying, “We’re pregnant.”

The way you dive for Y/B/F would be funny to her if she wasn’t already getting teary. The hug she receives is the best and biggest you’ve probably ever given each other but how can you not when your best friend since you were 3 years old has just told you that she’s expecting her own baby.

This is again another thing you really weren’t expecting to happen today and the mascara running down your cheeks is enough proof of that. You sit and cry with your best friend for a solid five minutes as you get information out of her.

“You can’t tell anyone yet, it's too early, but I missed my period and only just realised.” She tells you as you wipe each other's tears away, “Charlie got us in with his friend for a quick scan after the test came back positive… I’m ten weeks.”

Tears are freely running down your face when you ask, “When did you find out?”

“Yesterday.” She tells you, “I was going to phone you, but then Charlie phoned his friend and got us the appointment for yesterday afternoon just to make sure everything was fine because I didn’t know and I’ve had a few drinks this past month.”

“And everythings okay?” You have to know before she continues explaining.

“Yeah, everything's fine.” Y/B/F nods, getting emotional again as she confirms, “We’re all fine and healthy. ”

Your best friend grabs your hand as she continues, “And then I was going to tell you to come last night but you’d already texted asking if you could come today and I wanted to tell you both in person.”

She looks at Alex then and you look at him for the first time since you found out and it makes you more emotional when you see he’s all teary eyed for her. You can see the love he has for her plain as day on his features and you feel like you probably look the exact same. This is just as important to you as finding out Adam is having a baby.

You get a little nostalgic, thinking back to the days when you used to think about this moment in your futures, and you ask your best friend, “Remember when we always thought we’d both find out if one of us was pregnant when we’re with each other?”

“I was telling Charlie.” She laughs nodding, and looks at her fiance who looks just as emotional as the rest of you.

“She said you’d be pissed she wasn’t with you when she did the test.” The nurse tells you with a little laugh.

“Not angry, don't worry.” You chuckle and wipe away your tears, “Just very very happy.”

And after you give your best friend a kiss on her cheek you get up to give Alex a moment with her whilst you open your arms up to her fiance.

“Charlie, give me a hug please.” And he doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you tightly.

You hug and talk for a little while as you tell him how happy you are for the both of them. And of course you cry a little, but for you and Charlie that’s standard. That’s how your friendship began and you don’t plan on changing anything about that.

And then you think about what brought him into your life and you can’t believe that it was almost 8 years ago now.

“Don’t shout at me for saying it, but I really never thought I would say it and actually mean it,” And you’re entirely honest when you say, “But I’ve never been so happy that car crash happened.”

And you do actually mean it. You’d go through it all again if it meant everyone in your life would be as happy as they are right now.

“Shut up, you idiot.” Y/B/F scorns you straight away but you don’t care. But she does make you smile when she says, “I would have found him anyway... It was fate we would meet. I have no doubt about it.”

“I do too.” You laugh a little, having no doubt about it. But then you look at your best friend and really look at her and how happy she is and tears spring to your eyes again. You can’t help but tell her, “God, I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” She pulls you in for another big hug and you wish you could stay in it forever.

You truly love this woman more than any other on the planet. Yes, you always call George your soulmate but in reality it’s this woman in your arms that has got you through every part of your life. And you’ll love her forever for being there for you as much as she has.

You can’t wait for her to have this baby and eventually marry Charlie who is the person that makes her the happiest in the world… Wait, the wedding.

“And before the wedding,” You shake your head and look down at her stomach and tap it gently, gently scorning the baby, “You’re ruining the hen party I’ve planned out, young one.”

They are due to get married in 2 months time. After all the push backs they have had because of the pandemic, you know they won't postpone again, but this means you definitely can’t be doing the things you’ve planned for the hen party. But you guess you’ll let your unborn niece or nephew off just this once.

Charlie, Alex, and Y/B/F laugh hearing you say that and you chuckle a little too as your best friend promises you, “We will go all out as soon as they arrive, I promise… Two drinks and I'll be plastered then after not drinking for so long.”

After an afternoon full of crying and telling each other you love each other a million times, your best friend hugs tightly as you’re saying goodbye to each other and whispers, “Happy early birthday present.”

You grin as you try your best not to burst into more tears, you’re so happy, “Best birthday ever.”

~*~*~*~ July 6th 2021 ~*~*~*~

For the last month with only a few days off for your birthday, you’ve been finishing up 505 and you must admit, for days you couldn’t wait to be done. Decorating was tiring but also really fun when you have your best friend who’s also your boyfriend at your side helping you out.

Alex made everything fun. Whether that just be his playful nature or keeping you motivated with the amazing playlist he put together to keep you going it always did the trick. His flirting was also encouraging, even if sometimes it ended up hindering your progress.

For example, when you both got to decorating your old bedroom, the flirting was off the charts. Your cheeks were hot all day and it got no better when you ended up having a small fight with the paints that ended up with both of your clothes coming off and paint ended up everywhere. On your legs, on your arms, on your face, and other places that the both of you found comical when you had to wash it off each other in the shower.

The way each of you could tell where your hands had been was the funniest part of it and it made your cheeks heat up as you could practically still feel his touch all over you with the visual reminder helping the memories come back.

And whilst that was a fun day, the rest of the days all seemed to blur into one long and boring project. You just wanted to add more colour to everything but you knew you couldn’t for the sake of the new tenants.

But today is the day. You’ve finally finished painting the entire house.

Everything looks clean and brand new and you’re so fucking thankful its all done. And you can tell Alex is too.

You lean back into your boyfriend as he wraps his arms around your waist and hugs you from behind. Smiling at the trail of kisses he presses onto your shoulder and up your neck, you praise the both of you, “We finally finished.”

“I think we should celebrate.” Alex says as he leaves a teasing kiss on your neck.

“We can’t shag again, Al.” You shake your head, knowing that you really can’t.

Yes the time in your old bedroom was fun, but you’re decorating for it to be someone else's home. You can’t defile it before you put it back up to rent out.

He laughs into your ear which makes you chuckle too, but you feel him shake his head, “No, look outside… The weather is stunning. Let's go get some food from the shop and a bottle of something and let's go to the park. We can’t stay in here, the paint fumes will kill us off.”

You smile knowing that ‘go to the park’ means go to your spot. And you think it’s a good idea.

“Get a taxi back to the flat later then?” You crane your neck so you can look back at him.

“Yeah,” Alex nods, “It's going to be a stunning evening. Let's grab a blanket and some wine and food and let's just stay in the park.”

You’re grinning like an idiot, “Yeah, good idea.”

And the both of you are sitting under your cherry blossom tree within an hour of leaving 505. The air is warm and you end up having a picnic of sorts to start off with.

Both of you got a lot of food from the shop before coming here and you both indulged in all the food you chose. You put the blanket down underneath the tree that is still looking glorious and such a vibrant pink in today's sunlight, and after the picnic you and Alex lay there for a while just relaxing and listening to music.

When you were packing up the last of your stuff at Y/B/F and Charlie’s the other day, you picked up Persuasion to reread and you brought that with you to finish off too. Alex had his own book he was reading so the both of you read peacefully for a long while.

Eventually the two of you needed more light as the sun kept shifting, so the both of you moved to the bench after a little while. And you lay down across it with your head resting on Alex’s thigh as you both continue to read.

Absent-mindedly, you end up holding each other's hand when you get immersed into your novels as Alex’s hand hangs across the back of the bench and you’re ever so slightly reaching up and keep interlacing your fingers with his. It’s peaceful and it's beautiful and you wouldn’t change anything about it and neither would your boyfriend.

The peace is only disturbed if either of you speak up, which isn’t all that often, but when you reread the letter in the book you just get the urge to want to read it out loud so your boyfriend can hear the beautiful words that are on the page as well, “Al, listen to this-”

“What's it about first?” Alex has to ask, needing even just a little bit of context so he can appreciate what you clearly think is good enough for you to want to tell him out loud.

“You’ve not read Persuasion? Austen?” You look up at him and ask curiously, thinking he would have definitely read this one in his time.

But you're left a little surprised when he shakes his head, “No.”

“You want me to tell you?” You ask and Alex smiles and nods prompting you to continue. You explain to him, “Long story short, she was persuaded not to marry this man nearly a decade ago and now he’s just written this to her and it's everything.”

“Okay go on,” Alex prompts you, and Alex listens and watches as you read it for him.

“I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant. You alone have brought me to Bath. For you alone, I think and plan. Have you not seen this? Can you fail to have understood my wishes? I had not waited even these ten days, could I have read your feelings, as I think you must have penetrated mine. I can hardly write. I am every instant hearing something which overpowers me. You sink your voice, but I can distinguish the tones of that voice when they would be lost on others. Too good, too excellent creature! You do us justice, indeed.” You trail off a little before the end of the letter Frederick writes to Anne.

You look up into Alex’s eyes and ask, “How beautiful is that? Austen was a fucking genius.”

Alex is already smiling down at you, but he nods, “She really was.”

You talk about it for a little bit before going back to the books again. But silently the both of you think over the line ‘I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it’ a little bit more because you find it so relatable in so many different ways.

But being here with Alex by your side now, you wouldn’t change anything about your own story for the world. You’re the happiest you’ve ever been here with your boyfriend and you love him so much you can sometimes barely find the words to describe how he makes you feel.

The amount of times over the past year you’ve stared at the page in your poetry diary for a good ten minutes wondering where on earth to start writing about how you feel about Alex is something you’ve lost count of. At this point, he is just an extension of yourself. You love him so much that your heart aches in the best way for him all the time.

Even as you spend your day with him doing nothing but reading out here, in your spot in the park, it’s not a waste of a day. And that’s because he’s by your side. You adore spending time with him no matter what you’re doing.

You end up finishing your book and sitting up beside Alex where you rest your head on his shoulder and look out across the stunning view of Sheffield. It really is a gorgeous place that you grew up in. You miss being here all the time but you’re happy that you always have the excuse to come back up here to see your best friend and to come back to this spot which means the world to you.

Alex ends up putting his book down not long after you and the both of you watch the world go by as the sun slowly starts descending making the sky change colours with it. As it does, Alex starts playing with the jewellery you have on which isn’t all that different from what your quiet moments in your own home end up like.

But this time, your boyfriend smiles as he twists your Death Ramps ring on your little finger with one hand and he hooks his finger into the bracelet he bought you which has the Only Ones Who Know lyrics engraved onto it. Alex sounds really happy as he says, “I’m really happy you still wear these, you know?”

“Well,” You respond playfully, “The person who gave them me means a lot to me.”

Alex smiles and plays along, “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You nod in confirmation, your smile never leaving your lips.

“Sounds like a great guy.” Alex tries not to grin but fails.

“He is.” You confirm for him, “The best I could ask for really... My boyfriend and everything now.”

“Lucky man.” Alex smiles.

You him like you’re not so sure but only because you want to say, “Not as lucky as me.”

The small facade ends when Alex leans in to kiss you, and you kiss him back enjoying the cute moment between you. It’s short and sweet, but it serves the purpose despite the both of you grinning like fools in love through the entire kiss.

“I love you so much.” Alex tells you as he looks into your eyes.

“I love you too, Darling.” You smile, not having called him that nickname in a short while.

“Thank god,” Alex sighs in relief, and you’re about to ask why the playfulness until he continues and it all becomes clear. Despite the big cheesy grin on his face, you know that he isn’t joking when he asks, “Because I really wanted to ask if you’d marry me?”

And then Alex lifts a boxed ring up from beside him and offers it to you, his smile never once wavering.

Yours becomes a million times bigger, as the fact he has a ring in his hand means he’s been planning this for God only knows how long, and the moment was perfect. You don’t waste another second before giving him your answer.

“I’d love to marry you.” You nod, your heart beating erratically in your chest.

“Thank god.” Alex chuckles and before he lets you lean forward and kiss him, he grabs your left hand and he quickly takes the ring out of the box before sliding it onto your finger.

As soon as it’s on, you kiss Alex like your life depends on it. Everything you’re feeling right now is poured into the kiss and it is just pure joy and complete love and adoration for the man you now get to one day marry.

You love him with the whole of your heart and you truly want nothing more than to be his officially. Because you always have been his, one way or another.

You kiss each other until you have no breath left and until you can’t keep the smile off your face as you’re too desperate to tell him you love him over and over again. Alex doesn’t hesitate to keep telling you either.

But once the both of you process the moment enough to tell each other something other than your love for one another, Alex lifts your hand up which is now home to your engagement ring and he asks, “Do you like it?”

You look at it properly now, and it’s just like what you’d always dreamed of sitting on your ring finger. Taking it in and seeing just how happy your fiance is has you telling him, “It’s beautiful.”

Truthfully, you don’t think you’ll ever forget how big Alex’s grin gets as he simply says, “Had to match you.”

And you’re unsure how your heart doesn’t burst there and then. The ache of too much love for the person who’s been your best friend for so many years whilst simultaneously being so much more really overcomes you.

You almost want to scorn him when he gets in there before you to say again, “I love you so much, Angel.”

“I love you so much more Shakespeare.” You giggle, “I can’t wait to marry you.”

Alex nods, chuckling to himself as he reiterates those words back to you before he cups your face and pulls you into another kiss of a lifetime.

Austen really got it right. Your heart is more Alex’s than your own at this point. You’ve been through it all together and despite everything, he’s here by your side and you love him with everything you have.

You’re his Angel. He’s your Shakespeare.

Each other’s everything from the very start.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

A/N: Thank you so so much to everyone who has stuck with me as I’ve been writing this fic. It really means a lot and I really hope you enjoyed the story and Wheels and Alex’s ending! Their story doesn’t really stop here… I mentioned a surprise that you’d all shout at me about and the surprise is that a small part of Alex and Wheels ending has been posted on my main account since before I ever posted the first part of NRIACC (told you you’d shout at me lol)… That little oneshot All Of You is a little extra part of their ending that I hope you can read/reread now and enjoy a little more. Can also catch Wheels and Alex’s ending continuing from a distance in Chicken Shop Date and they will appear in Part 5 of it when it eventually comes out (it’ll be faster than this fic I promise).

Anyway, just want to again say a huge thank you for sticking with my mental story and I really really hope you enjoyed the ending x

Note: I picked a few poems out for Wheels poems (wish i could have said i wrote them all but I'm not that good). I wrote the one that was about Matty. My friend @drinkurkombucha wrote the poems that have titles above them, and the others I found on Instagram. Full credit to the writers of those ones, a few were by courtney peppernell others were found on the lovequotes instagram page.

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Before He Cheats | Chapter 5 | Duff Mckagan x Reader

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The next day, at 10:00 AM, Slash’s P.O.V. It was a day after that bar incident and it was a mess. Trying to stop Claire and Skylar from fighting each other was so annoying. Claire was right, Skylar could have just left or kept her mouth shut. Today when my girlfriend leaves to go to work, I will hang out with Claire as usual. Maybe that will make Claire feel better. Anyway, I did have fun when I was at the bar until that fight broke out and we had to leave early. (Y/N) was getting ready to go to work in our room. at the same time, I was getting something to eat from the kitchen. Some chips and dip sound great right now if I can find the damn dip. Where did I put it? Hearing the door to our room open, (Y/N)’s footsteps were getting closer. She was about to leave the house. But then I remembered, that I wanted to know what happened between Duff and (Y/N) yesterday. She better not be cheating on me. “Umm, (Y/N).” I called her name. She stopped dead in her tracks as she heard me call her name. She turned around and responded, “Yes, honey?” That smile she has on her face is pissing me off. Setting my food on the kitchen counter, I looked at her, eyebrows furrowed in anger. “What happened between you and Duff yesterday?” I asked her in a serious tone. She looked pretty frightened when I asked her that question, almost like she had a secret to hide. “W-We just… talked about stuff. That’s it.” She chuckled nervously, running her fingers through her hair, clearly lying to me. “I will see you later, honey.” Before she left the house, she kissed me on the lips.

Axl and Izzy were drinking beer at the bar they were at yesterday. Steven was busy getting something to eat, trying to figure out what he wanted to order. Izzy was bored and tired while Axl was trying to hit on some women, only to be rejected by them or slapped by them. Both Duff and Skylar walked inside the bar, looking for Axl and Izzy. As soon as they saw them, they walked over to them, sitting next to them on the barstools. “What did you guys call us here for?” Duff asked Axl and Izzy, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Yeah, what is it?” Claire was concerned. Axl looked pretty nervous which is unusual for him. “Well, I think that Slash is cheating on (Y/N).” Axl boldly said. Duff and Skylar’s eyes widened as Axl told them both what was going on. They couldn’t believe what they had heard. “What?!” Duff and Claire shouted as Axl flinched at their yelling. All eyes were on them now. “It's obvious that Slash is cheating on (Y/N) with Claire,” Izzy said in a sarcastic tone, rolling his eyes at them. He took a sip from his beer bottle. It looks like he doesn’t care about Slash having an affair but he does care. “I mean, do you see how often they touch each other and are close to each other? That’s not how friends act.” Izzy took another sip of his beer. “I still don’t believe you. Claire wouldn’t flirt with a married man.” Duff said nervously, palms are sweating. “Dumbass…” Claire muttered to herself while Izzy chuckled with her. “Every time we tried to tell her that Slash is cheating on her, she laughs it off,” Axl said as he slowly pulled out a lighter from his front pocket. Skylar held onto Duff’s wrist and said “Our friend doesn’t deserve this.” She was always jealous of (Y/N) taking Duff from her but she does care for wellbeing. There’s got to be something to convince (Y/N) that maybe it's time to break up with Slash.

Outside, at the parking lot, Axl’s P.O.V Walking out of the bar with a drunken Izzy by my side and Steven holding his tray of food, I was opening the car door for them. Izzy wasn’t too drunk, me and him only had like 4 beers. We didn’t want to get hungover again or get pulled over. Struggling to find the car keys, I was about to open the door until I saw Claire, standing next to Slash’s car. She looks so fucking hot, in that yellow crop top and oversized gray sweatpants with sandals. “Steven, unlock the door. Claire is here.” I said as I gave the keys to him “Good luck,” Izzy said nonchalantly. I walked over to Claire who looked really happy, blushing. I put my hand on Claire’s waist, smiling at her. She jumped a little and turned around to face me. “Hello, gorgeous.” I smiled at her. She looked way prettier up close. “H-Hi.” She said nervously. “You look stunning today. How about you and me–” Before I could even finish my sentence, she spat on my face. “W-Whatever. I have been spitted on by a girl before.” I chuckled. She rolled her eyes at me and scoffed. Footsteps were getting closer, it was Steven. He wasn't holding his go-to box anymore. “Hey Claire–” “Shut your damn mouth! You’re so annoying!” Claire yelled at him. God, she's so feisty. Spitting on my face and not taking shit from Steven, she's the one. “Jesus…” Steven wiped the spit from his face, clearly mad at Claire. Hearing the car door open, Slash walked over to an angry Claire. “Claire, what is going on?” Slash asked her, his voice filled with concern. She looked at us with an evil grin and turned back around to look at Slash. "S-Steven hit me! He punched me in the stomach.” She lied, starting to sniffle. We were shocked that she would lie about us. We were just trying to talk to her. “And Axl touched me–” She started to fake cry, her face buried in Slash's face while Slash was comforting her. We knew that we were screwed. Slash was staring at us with an angry look, fists clenched, while we were both frightened about what Slash was going to do to us. "H-H-Hold on, Slash–" Steven stammered. Slash pushed Steven to the side, causing Steven to almost fall to the ground, he only wanted to go after me. I tried to slowly back away from Slash but failed. "You did what to my friend?!" Slash grabbed my shirt collar, pulling me close, our faces were inches apart. Well, this is the end of our friendship.

At Slash’s house, Duff’s P.O.V. Me and Skylar are at Slash’s house, playing board games with Slash and Claire. (Y/N) was still at work, unfortunately. Me and Skylar sat next to each other and Slash and Claire sat next to each other on the couch. The last game we were playing was Monopoly, we played for a little over 30 minutes. Every time Claire or Skylar had a turn, Skylar or Claire would give each other the side eye. This is not good. When I look at Slash and Claire, they keep on smiling at each other and blushing. Claire at one point put her hand on Slash’s thigh. “Of course, you landed on the go-to-jail space. That’s where you belong.” Claire teased her, giggling. Claire was slowly starting to show her true colors. She isn’t a nice person like Slash said, she’s a devil in disguise. Skylar got up from the couch and slapped Claire. Slash quickly held Claire back, making sure she didn't attack Skylar again. I did the same thing to Sky as well. “S-Skylar! What are you–” Claire laughed at her, mocking her. “You’re only fighting me because you’re mad at (Y/N).” My eyes widened in shock at what Claire said. Claire rubbed her cheek where Skylar slapped her. What Claire said caused Skylar to get even more mad. “Shut up!” Leaning close to Claire, Skylar managed to grab Claire’s hair and punched her in the face hard. The punch gave her a bloody lip, groaning in pain. “Claire, stop it!” Slash yelled. “Let me go! She started it! She pulled my hair–” I don’t want to deal with Claire or any of this any longer. “We’re leaving now.” I raised my voice at Slash, clearly pissed off. I slammed the door on my way out, I couldn’t care less. I have never been so mad before in my life. Breathing heavily, I looked at Skylar. The wind blew her hair, she looked very hurt like no one understood her. Hating seeing her like this I didn’t know what to do. All I could do was hug her and tell her, “Sorry.” But why is she mad at (Y/N)? What could make her mad at (Y/N)? And if she lashed her anger out at (Y/N), she would have been hurt (Y/N).

A couple of months passed by… Everything wasn't the same. Duff was hanging out with Skylar more than me and Duff and Slash always argued with each other. Slash barely talked to Axl and the others and always fought with the others. Slash was spending less and less time with me and was giving a lot of excuses as to why he couldn't spend time with me. I'm starting to think that Slash doesn't love me anymore. He only cares about Claire. Duff and Skylar are getting closer and closer each day. Oh god, am I getting tired of Skylar and Duff hanging together? Am I jealous of Skylar, am I mad at Duff? Do I love Duff? I love Duff. Oh my god, I'm such a mess.

#slash x reader #duff mckagan x reader #duff mckagan #duff mckagan fanfic #slash x you #slash gnr #saul hudson #guns n roses fanfiction #a03 fanfic

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b1uesparks · 4 months

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Chris Sturniolo x Fem reader Friends to lovers PART 1

The girl falling for her bestfriend

You have known the triplets your whole life, you guys cannot be separated even if someone tried. When you were 15 you thought you had a thing for Matt but now that your 20 it’s seems to be Chris that’s your new crush.

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of abuse, mentions about death

Contains: Fluff, mentions of abuse, protective Triplets, Comfort

It was a normal day with the triplets, today you guys had to film a video for Friday. “Hey guys are we ready to get going to the parking lot?” Asks Matt. “Yes I think we are.” Says Chris. They all get up and head to the car and start heading to the parking lot. Nicks puts the camera up and Matt makes sure it’s in a good position.

“Hello everybody!!” Yells Chris. Nick yells at Chris to be quiet. Y/n laughs at the two of them. “Today will be playing would you rather and we will be seeing what questions you guys gave us!” Nick says.

After filming it is 3:30 am and you guys are heading back to their house,you start falling asleep in the backseat with your head on the window. About 10 minutes later you guys get their and Chris tries waking you up by tapping your shoulder and shaking you. You then wake up and Chris says “good morning sleepy head” while laughing at you. You start laughing as well and say “Good morning dumbass”. You think to yourself *i wanna be yours*. You both get out the car and head inside and you go upstairs to your room to get changed and head to bed.

The Next Morning…

“Good morning guys!” Matt says as he walks out to the kitchen. “Good morning” says you,chris,and nick. You go on your phone and see that you have a missed phone call, you get up and walk outside and call them back. “Hello? Who is this?” You ask on the phone. “Hello this the hospital are you Mrs. Y/n?” Asks a lady.you get worried of why the hospital called you and say “yes this is y/n why are you calling?” “I’d like to inform you your mother is in the hospital and she is very hurt and not in the best condition we would like you to come and visit her..” says the lady. Your eyes start tearing up and your anxiety is kicking up each second, “yes I’ll be there soon!” You say. They say ok then hang up,you run in the house and grab your car keys not saying anything to the triplets because you are just trying to get to your mom. “Where are you going?” Ask the triplets but you don’t answer them and run out the door and get in your car and head to the hospital.

When you get to the hospital you run up to the front desk. “What room is my mom In?” You ask. “She’s in room 4 sweetie” the front desk lady says. “Thank you so much!!” You say running to the room. You walk in and see your mother on the bed sleeping and start tearing up again. “Hi mom I know your sleeping but I hope your ok..” you say sadly. Your phone starts ringing and it’s Chris calling you, you pick up and say hello. “Where did you go we are all worried!” Says Chris. “oh I’m visiting my mom in the hospital sorry.” You say sadly. “We’re on the way right now,it will be 5 minutes see you soon!” Chris says. “No no you don’t have to come here it’s fine” you say not wanting them to see you upset. The triplets are worried and chris says “to bad were coming wether you like it or not.” They get in the car and head to the hospital. *damn it* you think to yourself. They all get to the hospital and head to the room your in, they walk in and see your mother on the bed and you standing next to her. “Hey are you ok?” Nick asks worried about you. “Yes im alright thanks” you said lying. “Are you sure it’s ok to tell us the truth.” Says Matt. “Yes im sure that im fine” you say. They all tell that you are lying but don’t say anything about it then the heart monitor starts going off and you get scared and go get a doctor.

When you go get the doctor and come back it doesn’t look like she’s breathing and you start crying looking at her. “Im sorry she didn’t make it” the doctor says. You start crying more while the doctor exits the room forgetting the triplets are there. “Y/n we’re so so sorry for your loss..” chris says hugging you and Nick and Matt join in. All of the sudden someone walks in the room and it’s your father,you seem scared when he walks in and the triplets notice and seem confused. “Well well well isn’t it y/n ruining everything again.” Your father says. y/n stays quiet and doesn’t say anything. “you did this to her!” You yell at him looking at him upset. The triplets are still confused. “why don’t you guys leave the room for a second.” Your father says to Matt,chris,and nick. “No i am not leaving this room” says Chris. “Just leave the room it’s fine Chris.” You say kinda scared for them to leave. The triplets then left the room hesitantly. “You didn’t tell nobody right!” Your father yells a bit. “N-no i didnt” you say scared. He then hits you and you fall down. “Your pathetic just like your mother!” He yells at you while your on the floor crying and he hit you again. Chris heard it and ran in the room.chris pushed him away from y/n. “DONT FUCKING TOUCH HER EVER AGAIN!” Matt and Nick also came in worried of what was happening.nick went to check on y/n. “Hey are you okay” he asked. “Yeah I’m fine” y/n said while crying. Matt went and hugged y/n while Chris dealed with his/her father. Y/n’s emotions kept changing from sad to in love . Seeing Chris being so protective seemed to make an explosion in his/her heart happen.

Im so sorry that this is so bad I have never really done this before so I’m trying to learn!!💗

#Spotify #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #fypツ #sturniolo triplets

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jessilynallendilla · 10 months

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MY ADVENTURES WITHSUPERMAN REACTION

EPISODE 1:

Why is child Clark wearing glasses? He has no identity to hide yet unlike in Birthright. Other than that Baby~ and the S!

His alarm clock has a rooster on it

He’s a bumbling, nervous klutz because of his powers not because he’s trying to hide them. Being an adorable nerdy dork is just a bonus

“I had to save a cat” The writers understood the assignment

Clois meet cute

Look at Babygirl trying to flirt

Lady, you work with food, you shouldn’t put your shoes on the counter

Clark is such a Babygirl~ eating three dozen donuts so often the bakers got him his own bib

Little park Roomba

Ok I’m still not onboard with the whole race swapping Jimmy and Perry but I will give them this they made Jimmy an oblivious conspiracy theorist (why does our alarm clock keep exploding) at least it’s a personality besides Superman fanboy and Perry’s personality is spot on

Every buyer or fencer disappeared, wonder why that is?

Patty, I love you

If you're trying to be inconspicuous don't have a convoy of garbage trucks run a bunch of red lights

So, Metropolis is an island in this earth

Clark calls Lois out on using people and lying about it, and she admits she was wrong and grows as a person

Is Clark infused with nanotech?

Oooh oooh animation error his tie is in the rubble when Clark stumbles into frame he isn't wearing one but after Lois hugs him and apologizes it’s miraculously there

So, there’s no police or media coverage for the giant mech fight destroying the docks? And Perry has no interest at all?

EPISODE 2:

So, the baby sized pod grew under the fields, is it using the natural minerals in the earth? I mean it's been there for decades and nothing grew there

“I don’t think that’s a language from earth, son.” It sounds like a bunch of romance languages put together so Esperanto?

I don’t blame baby Clark for being scared that shit would be terrifying to a child

Flamebird, I understood that reference

What eyewitnesses at the dock, no one else was there but you

Jimmy trying to set up Clark and Lois together

Jonathan feigns stomach problems to get out of dodge, so that’s where Clark gets it

“It grew” so the spaceship is getting bigger, how big, will it take over the whole farm, the entire state of Kansas?

“I need to find out who I am, Ma.” “I know who you are, you’re my son.” oh my heart

Well, that’s different from a bunch of crystals

Jor El’s reaction when Clark says he doesn’t know him

Magical Girl nanotech transformation suit

Ma Kent getting Clark pants so his dick won’t show

Deathstroke is giving Lotor vibes not old bitch that gets his ass kicked by teenagers

Where was Leslie hiding those shoulder pauldrons?

Is Leslie fused with Krypton electricity nanites or something?

So, Leslie’s tech was also Kryptonian and that means those “military” mechs were also alien in origin and that spaceship battle and giant portal opening in the sky was pretty ominous, was that Clark’s wormhole or something more sinister? And does Clark just have a connection to all Kryptonian tech since he’s presumably infused with nanites? And does he still get his powers from the sun or is it the nanites, or do the nanites just enhance it?

Amazo billboard, is that just a reference or will the android show up later?

Clark cleans up his mess because he’s a good boy

So, it’s not going to be a Magical Girl transformation, he can change it like normal clothes

Dammit Jimmy they were about to kiss

Cat Grant, a gossip columnist, stole the byline of the downtown anime fight, so the rivalry begins

Les-Lie Willis

Oh, shit it’s Amanda Waller

now to wait a week for Episode 3

#superman #my adventures with superman #my adventures with superman spoilers

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ascendanceseriesveteran · 8 months

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A future with you (part 2)🌹

Ascendance Series Fanfic

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Chapters:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2 (current)

Chapter 3

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"Stop looking so worried. I can hear your knees knocking together from here.”

"I am worried," Tobias hissed.

I stopped abruptly enough that he walked into my back and turned around, "If we look like we don’t know what we are doing, we'll be in more danger. Fake it."

"I can't."

“Tobias, we've been through much, much worse."

"Jaron, I really don't want to die. And Amarinda is at home, wondering where we are. She'll be alone."

"Who said anything about dying?" I squeezed his shoulders, "I promise you, we will make it home alive."

He didn't look too encouraged by my answer, so I added a smile, "Besides, I have a bet with Mott and Fink that I need to settle, so I'm highly motivated."

He chucked, wiping his eyes. Roden, who had heard this a hundred times, knew I was lying about the bet, but said nothing. It was a tactic I had learned during the war that had a great success rate and it worked this time as well. While Imogen hadn't heard this particular pep talk before, it was clear she could see through my words.

The truth was that I didn't know what would happen. I was truly lost. I felt the weight of being sure of myself building. People, not just my family, but the whole of Carthya, were relying on me. And I didn't know what to do, let alone where we were. Still in Carthya - at least I knew that much. We woke in the exact same place where we lost consciousness.

I turned back around and breathed in the air. The houses around us stood at two stories high, all looking the same with white windows, clear-cut, rectangular stones and sharing walls with each other. Few looked anything like the houses in Drylliad. And whatever was left of those few seemed to be transformed into shops with far too many toys on display. The road was not made of cobblestone and grit, but a smooth, grey rock. Gardens flourished in the homes that were separate, on the outskirts of the town. The further in-town, the more dense the housing. Now, closer together, homes were waking up with the rising sun.

"Morning!"

I halted, looking for the woman who's voice greeted us. She was opening a small, shimmering carriage. At least that’s what it looked like. We had passed over 50 so far. Parked in front of houses, wheels thick and definitely not made of wood. They didn't have yokes either so I had no idea how they would attach horses-

The carriage roared to life and we jumped.

The woman just laughed, "Sorry dears, she's an old one." With an observant gaze, she looked us over, "You filming something?"

"What?" I didn't recognise my own voice.

"A movie?"

I cleared my throat, "We're actually looking for the centre of the town."

"Oh, that would be just down this road, until you reach the t-intersection, then take the left-"

I nodded a thanks and started walking with stiff legs without saying goodbye. The carriage was still making unsettling noises, I wanted to get away from it sooner rather than later.

I didn't know what a t-intersection was, nor why the carriages here made noises.

"She was wearing pants," Imogen whispered.

"She was? I didn't notice."

"Pants, Jaron."

"Yes, I heard you. I've always said fashion was stupid. If you wanted to wear pants at home, all you had to do was ask."

"And be judged by the entirety of Carthya. No thank you."

I grinned at her, "I could have worn a dress, that way we'd be judged equally.”

“While I would love to see that, we do have to find a way home first.”

She looked down at our intertwined hands, tracing a finger down my arm. Ahead of us, a wall of buildings grew closer. We had either reached the intersection or a dead end. Thankfully, there was a perpendicular road at its base.

“Like a T,” Imogen said.

“Indeed.” We stopped at the road, noticing the many colourful people that emerged from their houses and began milling around what must have been our destination, a few hundred metres to the left. It could be useful to ask them some questions. With utmost stealth and subtlety, of course.

Roden pushed past us and headed onto the road. Not a thought in his head as he investigated our surrounds. And for the first time in a long time, I froze. Because flying towards him was a horseless carriage, and he hadn’t so much as batted an eye.

Imogen shouted something, but that only made him turn in time to see the carriage mere second from colliding with him. The sound of screeching wheels followed as I held my breath. Unable to move, unable to help. The carriage came to an abrupt stop with another blaring sound, much like the moving building we saw earlier.

“The bloody hell were ya thinkin’ man? Coulda bloody gone and killed ya I could've!”

Roden was absolutely still, looking pale, like a startled deer.

I finally could move again, “Our sincerest apologies, Sir,” I darted onto the road and peeled Roden from his petrified stance onto the other side of the road with Imogen and Tobias in tow.

“Bloody well hope yer sorry. Be glad I saw ye when I did or ye’d be road-kill by now. Use your damn peepers next time.”

My Captain was still shaken. I had seen that look on him when we were lining up to get hung at Fathernwood. It simply wouldn’t do.

All of my worry, all of my fear, began to boil over, “Maybe next time you should be looking where you’re going! If you had horses that thing would be easier to control.”

“Horses? Ye daft or somethin’ man?” He shook his head, looking much like Mott whenever he caught me doing something I shouldn’t be, and sped off. Again, no horses in sight to pull his carriage.

I took a deep breath, “Are you ok?”

Roden nodded back, eyes like dinner plates.

“No more walking without looking. Agreed?”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

I chuckled, one part amusement and ninety-nine parts relief, “You must really be desperate to call me that.”

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Some time passed as we collected ourselves. I fiddled with my ring as Tobias checked Roden over once again, even though no harm had come to him. The town was well and truly lively by now. We still had some walking to do, but I was beginning to feel more confident about our chances of survival. For starters, nobody had tried to kill us yet, at least not intentionally.

“So cool.” I hadn’t noticed a group of boys with bags on their backs walk up to us until they were a sword-length away.

“No, I’m actually quite hot at the moment,” I smiled at them. They were about Fink’s age, which meant one thing. Impressionable.

“I meant your costume is epic. Can I get a pic?”

Epic… a pic… a pick? I frowned. “Could you repeat that, please?” This wasn’t going as I had planned.

“A pic.”

“I don’t have one on me.”

Another boy with blond hair whispered to his companion, “I think they are in character. He probably means yes.”

They exchanged an enthusiastic nod and pulled out a small rectangular block. Holding it up to their faces.

“Smile!”

I tried, I really did. But then there was a flash and too much happening for my face not to look forced and crooked. I wasn’t sure why I was smiling either. I didn’t take orders from anyone but Imogen. Certainly not little boys.

“Thank you so much!”

“You’re welcome?"

They hurried off before I could ask what had just happened. Everything was strange. Completely and utterly foreign. Yet we were in Carthya, so it should have been as familiar as breathing air. But even the air was different here. We needed to keep going, that’s all I knew.

“We are almost there.”

The walk to the centre wasn’t long. We caught a few people’s curiosity but were mostly unbothered. Occasionally Roden would gasp and avert his gaze. I hadn’t realised why until I spotted a woman whose dress was cropped above her knees.

Imogen and I shared a look and I grinned wickedly, “Maybe you should wear that instead of pants next.”

She whacked my side and turned her face into the sun, hiding her grin.

Eventually reaching a crossroad with the largest buildings yet and many horseless, colourful carriages, I declared it to be the centre to calm an increasingly nervous Tobias and to give me a moment to figure out what to do next. I looked around until my gaze landed on the word Town Centre carved into a building. Even the writing here looked odd, I barely made out the letters. But at least I had been correct about our whereabouts.

I pointed to the building, “We’ll go there.”

And so we did.

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#jarogen #the ascendance series #the ascendance trilogy #king jaron #the captive kingdom #the false prince #the runaway king #the shadow throne #jaron #jaron eckbert #the shattered castle #ascendance series #ascendance trilogy

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linakap · 3 months

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Diary #1

Hi!

This is my new tumblr account bc my old one got on a bad side of tumblr so I’m restarting here. I used to only use this in like 2016 for Arctic Monkeys fan art and stuff like that but I’m revamping now because I deleted all my other socials, permanently.

I felt consumed by a cycle of endless comparisons with people I knew and some people I didn’t really know and it just got really exhausting and unhealthy so I’m trying to break free from that. I also felt this underlying demand to keep up with this image and it’s unhealthy.

I also recently have had a lot of relationships come to an end and one of them decided to make everyone they knew hate me which resulted in me losing like 60 followers in a week. I know that they’ll regret lying to all those people later but nevertheless it still hurt.

It’s hard feeling and I guess being this alone. I feel like sometimes I am just a small facet of others lives and they don’t really care and it’s best for me to just keep my mouth shut and not create unnecessary spotlights on myself. I want to believe that other people care about me but it’s hard when you’re told otherwise by people who have been like family to you.

Anyhow, once I deleted everything I decided I’m going to fully restart my life. I’d tried before a couple times and it never really clicked so I’m going fully into this new state of self care and introspection, hoping for some clarity on who I am.

I know that moratorium is a common place of mental being in teenagers but I guess I just didn’t expect that I myself would suffer so much in it.

Im going to keep this entry relatively short but I’ll reveal more later. :)

Today I woke up and felt absolutely weighted to my bed but I forced myself up and ended up at a park on that tree branch and it was peaceful and I’m glad I ended up there.

I’ve been talking to one of my exes from a place I used to live more, today at least, and I miss his friendship. And I am trying to let myself be okay with that but forgiveness of self and others is hard.

I promised to keep this short so I’m going to end this here. Im excited for my prospective new life.

That’s all for now <3

#spilled thoughts #me myself and i #dear diary #word vomit

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countrymusiclover · 9 months

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3 - Back to Mystic High

Part 4

Family is More than Blood

@secretdreamlandmentality

Raelyn’s pov

“So how was your trip back to New Orleans, Andrea?” I asked my niece sitting on the edge of her bed, thankful that she wasn’t here yesterday when we got attacked.

She smiled brightly at me. “It was great. Aunts Freya and Keelin showed me this cool bakery that was new in the quarter.”

“I’m glad you had fun. And I bet your dad and mom were happy to see you being a kid after seven years.” I put my hands in my lap before I heard someone knock on her door and it opened showing my husband.

Andrea waved at him happily. “Hi uncle Nikky.”

“Good to see you, Andrea. Raelyn Alairc told me to find you. He has an assignment for us.” He waved back at the young girl.

Getting to my feet I waved bye to my niece shutting the door so she couldn’t hear what we were talking about. “I’ll see ya later…so what is this assignment he has us helping with?”

“The former high school quarterback Matt Donavan says that two girls from Mystic Falls are missing. Alaric sent some of the kids to help search for them.” He explained leaning against the wooden wall.

Brushing my hair behind my ear I nodded. “And he wants us to supervise them so they stay out of trouble. This should be fun.” Turning on my feet I smiled seeing him turn around and follow me.

“Why exactly are you happy about this? These human kids at this high school don’t even know supernatural creatures exist. All they are thinking about is partying and sex.” Klaus raised a brow at me walking right beside me.

I smirked up at him, nudging him with my arm. “Then you already fit in with half of them. And the reason I want to check it out is because Jacob and I never went to a real normal school. We were homeschooled and secretly taught magic by our mother. But otherwise no normal life stuff for us.”

“Until you met me then you got to have all your firsts.” Nik vamped me gently against the wall holding me up by my legs with my arms draped over his shoulder. “And I know you rather enjoy our time together.”

Sending him a smile I vamped out of his embrace dragging him down the hallway. “Come on, Nik. We have to go to high school today.” We met the kids outside and drove the Salvatore bus to Mystic Falls high school.

Klaus and I followed the group outside the back of the high school finding one of the young vampires feeding on a girl. "Thought we were cool, bruh."

Lizzie snapped. "Don't "bruh" him. Second place or not, we know you killed Dana."

Hope sent her a confused look. "Wait. Dana's dead?"

MG explains to us. "Dr. Saltzman said they found her dead from a vampire bite."

"I didn't kill her, so y'all need to get the hell outta my face." Kaleb attempts to leave until Lizzie siphons from MG's shoulder.

She moved around him, still hurting him with magic. "Come on, guys, let's go. It's hero time."

Hope mumbled. "To the Blondemobile."

"Not so fast, Kaleb." Lizzie lowered her hand giving him some relief.

Kaleb rolls his eyes, dropping his hands from his head. "I told you, all I did was feed. torture me all you want to, but my answer's gonna remain the same... because I didn't kill Dana."

Klaus stepped towards the young vampire threatening him with his werewolf eyes. "If you’re lying you should know my bite can kill you and my blood is the only cure or I can compel any vampire since I am an original!"

"Trust me, Kaleb. He usually doesn't give someone a warning before he gets his point across. If you’re lying he'll find out." Sending the vampire a glare I flashed my fangs at him.

Landon said in Kaleb's defense. "Uh, he's right."

"What, so you're a mind reader now, Landon?" Lizzie turned to him, scoffing.

He pointed towards the treeline where we saw a blonde girl with dirt and healed wounds on her neck. "Call it a hunch."

Dana sat down on a park bench in a panic scoffing up at Lizzie, touching the wound she had on her neck. "We were on the way to graffiti that mill at your school. It was a harmless prank. But then I got snatched. Next thing I remember, I woke up in a ditch. So enjoy it while you can, Lizzie. I'm sure I look like crap. Oh, my God. What is that?"

Hope stuttered. "It's... Someone help me out here."

"It's the mother of all hickeys. You're fine, Dana. You're just a-a little slutty." Lizzie was quick on her feet trying to sound confident.

"I don't even like any of you. I should be talking to the cops." Dana made Kaleb roll his eyes trying to leave.

Landon jumps in front of her. "I can't let you do that."

Hope stepped forward casting a sleeping spell on Dana. "Ad somnum."

"I mean, she can't let you do that." Landon dropped his hands.

Staring at Dana’s body I run my fingers through my hair already knowing that this girl won’t make it as a vampire. Lizzie spun towards Kaleb raising her voice in frustration. “So you didn't kill her. You freaking turned her?”

“Turned her? You think I want to sit and listen to that for all eternity?” Kaleb grumbled back at the blonde Gemini witch.

Hope slapped her hands on her knees sending me and her father a frustrated glance knowing we would understand. “Well, someone did, meaning that we have a transitioning vampire on our hands.”

“Let’s hope Alina and Missy are having better work finding out what happened to the other girl. We don’t need two new vampires on our hands.” Klaus huffed putting his hands in the pockets of his black leather jacket that looked like the one Damon would wear.

Missy’s pov

Mom and dad stayed with most of the group while Alina and I stayed together thinking it was easier since I had vampire powers and we could siphon off each other. Focusing my hearing we passed through a few people until we got to an empty hallway. “I don’t exactly see what the whole excitement is here that auntie Rebekah was so taken with. I mean most of the people here seem too stuck up.”

“Well we’re not all bad.” A boy’s voice came down the hallway where my twin and I turned our heads seeing a boy with brown hair and bright green eyes.

Clutching my hands into fists at my sides I sucked in a breath hearing his heart beating inside his chest. “Uh sorry. My sister didn’t mean any offense by it. We're just - uh looking- doing a tour.” I gulped feeling nervous like I couldn’t talk to this guy.

“I’m just messing with you. I’m Ethan. Ethan Machado. Who are you guys?” He asked, tilting his head to the side showing us a grin.

Alina stepped forward, extending her hand to him and they shook hands looking back at me. Yet when she stared at me she sent me a teasing look. “Alina Mikaelson and that’s my twin sister Melissa. And she’s not normally this shy.”

“Yeah sorry. And I prefer everyone to call me Missy.” Brushing past her I extended my hand to him and we shook hands.

Ethan lifted his gaze upward to mine where I bit my lip enjoying the way my name sounded coming from him. “It’s nice to meet you, Missy. Hey uh if you and your sister do get to come here. I hope to see you around.” He gave us a head nod before he left us alone in the hallway.

Glancing over my shoulder I saw my sister smirking at me with her arms crossed over her chest looking so much like how dad would look at me when he was teasing her. “What’s that look for?”

“You never get embarrassed around boys before. You never stumble on your words either. So all I can say is that you have a crush on him.” She tapped her finger on her chin, still smirking.

Throwing my hair around when I shake my head no back and forth I didn’t agree with her. “No I don’t. I can’t believe you would even think of something so ridiculous!”

“You’re in denial so I know I’m right.” Alina snapped, waving her index finger in my face.

Throwing my hands up I stomped up in her face showing her my vampire fangs and veins while trying to not blush at the thought. “How would you know what crushing on a guy would look like hmm. You were told to marry Jackson without a choice.”

“I’m not naive Missy. Plus he’s human so he probably won’t be like Hope’s last boyfriend. You’ll just have to worry about dad.” She starts walking away.

Using my vamp speed I snapped at her. “You were told to marry someone first.”

“But you still have to worry about dad finding out. Don’t worry sis I won’t tell. Just know I approve cause he seems nice.” Alina shrugs her shoulders walking around me where I rolled my eyes following after her.

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