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The weekend Project - Ch 5

Chapter 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3 | Ch 4 | Ch 5 | Ch 6 | Ch 7 __________________________________________

Summary: At school, Marinette has no friends in her class other than Alya. With the idea of making students interact more and out of their usual groups of friends, Ms. Bustier assigns her students to a school project that requires spending a weekend with another student of her choice. What Marinette didn’t know was how this project with her partner Juleka was going to change her life.

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__________________________________ Chapter 5: Weekend at the Couffaine’s (3)

"What!? Marinette cured your photo curse!?" Luka's eyes glowed, admiring the album Marinette gave Juleka the previous afternoon, his morning coffee getting cold in front of him. "This is wonderful! Incredible! You're amazing, Marinette! Thank you."

Marinette blushed at his compliment. "I-it was nothing… it's my mom who took the photos…" she humbly answered.

"But you fixed Juleka's clothes, too, and even drew a pretty portrait of her. Wow… you're really talented!"

"Y-you're exaggerating! I'm not amazing or anything—I'm just clumsy and—"

"Of course not! You're amazing and very talented. I mean it," he assented. "I think you're an extraordinary girl, Marinette."

Marinette had thought that her heart couldn't beat faster and that the butterflies in her stomach couldn't get crazier around him, but she had been wrong, as his nice words and heartwarming smile just proved her.

"Luka is right."

Still lost in Luka's eyes, Juleka's voice made her come back to earth. "Thank you…" she managed to say.

"Have you shown it to Mom, already?" he asked his sister.

"Yes, yesterday after dinner, while you were at work."

"I bet she loved it." Luka chuckled and Juleka nodded shyly. "I'm very happy for you, Jules!"

He leaned to hug his sister but she protested in a mumble. "Stop—that's embarrassing…"

"Okay, okay, I'll stop." Luka chuckled at her reaction and Marinette looked at the scene in amusement. "Do you have plans for today?" he asked the girls.

"We plan to go out. The weather is lovely today."

"That sounds nice," Luka agreed.

"What about you, Luka?" Marinette asked, curious.

"I was thinking of going to play the guitar at my usual spot and then go shopping. I have to do my best not to disappoint Marinette with my cooking." The girl blushed at his comment. "Lunch will be at the usual time, so don't come back too late, okay?"

"Okay!" The girls nodded.

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The girls were walking, Marinette's arm hanging from Juleka's, as they happily talked about silly things. Suddenly, Juleka looked back.

"Stop following us!" Juleka glared at Luka, who was walking a few meters behind them.

"I'm not following you. Just going in the same direction," he hummed, amused.

It was true. Luka's usual spot to play the guitar and earn a few coins had been the same park they were going to. "No way!" Juleka had groaned as he sat down and tuned his guitar.

The girls had been playing around, Marinette's skirt flying with her natural enthusiasm and laughing. Due to that, Luka found it more difficult than usual to focus on his music, but Marinette was actually the same—she loved it when he played.

Juleka tossed a coin in Luka's guitar case.

"5 cents? Stingy," he called, and played a tune accordingly that made Marinette chuckle.

The smaller girl gave him a paper flower made out of a €5 bill.

"Wow! That's cute! Thank you, Marinette" she blushed as he played a soft happy tune. "You should learn more from your friend, Jules," he teased.

Juleka stuck her tongue out at him playfully. "Let's go, Marinette."

Luka bowed his head at Marinette once again as a thank you as the girls moved farther, and he played for a few more minutes before collecting the little money he'd made and moving back to his shopping duties—not before buying mini croissants and a drink at the closest café for the girls, of course.

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A delicious smell filled the air when the girls returned to Juleka's home: Luka's cooking! Anarka welcomed them, and urged them to get ready for lunch. They didn't lose a minute to sit down.

"Voilà," Luka said, taking the plate out of the oven.

Even if fish wasn't one of Marinette's favorites, she had to admit it looked and smelled delicious, with the golden color, all those little herbs on top, and the potatoes accompanying the main dish. And the first bite she took:

"It's so good!" She exclaimed.

And Luka could finally let out the breath he had been holding. "I'm so glad"

The Couffaine ladies hadn't been exaggerating: Luka was a great cook.

‘He would be a good husband.’

Marinette almost choked on her water when the thought crossed her mind. Stupid butterflies that won’t stop making her stomach feel wobbly!

All of them did, indeed, repeat until there were no leftovers. Luka had also bought pudding and whipped cream for dessert, but they decided to eat it later as they were already full.

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It was a while after lunch, with a missing phone call to Juleka's phone, when everything changed.

Rose

Juleka panicked, turning white as a sheet of paper. Marinette could tell she was internally debating if she should call her back, but fear seemed to be blinding her judgment.

"Go, Juleka. Call her," Marinette encouraged. "I'll wait for you here meanwhile."

"I'll be with her, don't worry. Go," Luka assured and Juleka moved to her room to speak privately. "Are you sure you don't want to go with her?" he asked Marinette.

"Yes. Juleka told me about Rose... I think the two of them have a very special bond that goes beyond friendship. I don't want to get in their way."

"I'm surprised you noticed that. I think neither of them have realized yet." His eyebrows disappeared in his long bangs.

"Love will eventually find its way to the right person," she mumbled.

Luka looked at her both surprised and hopeful.

"I-I mean! That's what Juleka's tarot cards reading said for her!"

Luka chuckled. "I think it's accurate when it comes to them."

Marinette smiled in agreement. "I think so, too."

"What did the cards tell you?"

"Oh, m-me…?" She blushed. "I-I'm going to get good luck with friends and money and stay healthy but it seems that I'll have to put more attention to my studies…"

"What about love?"

Her heart skipped a beat at his question.

"Love…" she blushed at his expectant eyes staring at her. "It's a secret!"

"Ooh-" he teased, but he was in fact hoping he was part of her reading of love.

"I'll ask Juleka to read the cards for me later, too. Now I'm curious."

"Oh! Will you tell me what they say?"

"I don't know, maybe it's a secret as well?" He winked playfully. "But shouldn't I have a way to tell you if you want me to?"

Ah! His phone number! She didn't have it! She wanted it! She should—

"Here's my phone number." He gave her a piece of paper with his name and some numbers on it. "In case you want it, of course."

"I do!" She hurried to snatch the paper and type him a 'hello' message. Her eyes lightened at the sight of his contact on her phone. "Thank you, Luka!"

Luka thought that maybe he was being too hopeful about Marinette, but the way she wiggled joyfully and excitedly certainly didn't help him to not feel that.

"Come here. Let's take a photo. For the new contact."

Marinette blushed at his hand on her shoulder, keeping her close for the photo. She knew her face would be reddish, but she didn't care. She was too happy to have a picture with Luka!

She beamed again and he couldn't take his eyes off of her, mesmerized. Oh, the amount of songs he could write about her… his fingers itched to play. He picked up the guitar and played a few chords.

"You're not playing the violin today?" she asked and he blinked at her. "Ah-I mean! I heard you yesterday and I was surprised to know you can also play the violin?"

"Yes. I feel more comfortable with the guitar, to be honest. But there's a violin recital coming soon at the school and I have to practice," he explained.

"Oh! Amazing! I'm sure you're going to win the audience's hearts! You play beautifully."

'There's only one heart I want to win,' he thought. "Why don't you come, Marinette? To the recital?"

"Eh!? C-can I?"

"Of course! It's open and free and I'd love it if you came!" He leaned closer, his hands on her shoulders.

"I-I'll go!" She smiled eagerly. "I want to go!"

"Awesome!" He beamed. "With you supporting me I'll be able to perform at my best! Thank you Marinette! I'll text you the day, time, and place later."

"Okay!"

They were looking at each other's eyes, smiling like lovestruck fools. His hands were still on her shoulders and hers had instinctively moved to the corners of his jacket.

Their faces burned when they realized how close they were and separated immediately. Gosh, what was wrong with her!? She couldn't look up at him now! She would have kissed him if he had leaned down to her! The butterflies were once again crazy in her stomach.

"I'm sorry, Marinette. Jukeka says I should be more careful with physical contact. Sometimes I lean too much into personal space when I'm comfortable with someone."

He was comfortable with her? She wanted to do three or four flips out of happiness.

"I don't mind it, Luka. If it's you…" She blushed, realizing. "I mean! I feel comfortable with you, too."

He let out a deep sigh and his smile widened. "I'm glad."

"I think Juleka will be on the phone for a long while… would you like it if I played you a song in the meantime?"

"Yes, I'd love that." She smiled.

"Good." He softened. "Come here, sit down."

He invited her to sit in his bed, beside him and she gladly took the invitation. He played for her, joked, and taught her a few things about guitars and stringed instruments. And if their knees had been burning from being in continued contact with the other, neither of them mentioned it: they felt very comfortable as they were.

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Marinette hadn't realized that more than one hour had passed when Juleka came back. She was a bit sad that the spell they had been in with Luka had to end, but seeing Juleka in tears had her rush towards her friend with Luka's encouragement.

"Jukeka! Are you okay?" she asked.

Juleka cried again.

"Juleka… What's wrong…?"

"I was so scared!" She wept, clinging to Marinette.

"Don't cry, Juleka, tell me how I can help."

"You can't! And neither can I! That's why!" She continued crying.

"What happened, Juleka…? Are things with Ivan not going well for Rose?"

"No! It has nothing to do with the project but Rose—she—" a hiccup interrupted her. "She's been in the hospital since yesterday."

"Oh, no! Is she okay?"

"Y-yes. She's okay now, but she had to undergo some treatments and—" She looked at Marinette with her teary eyes, doubting if she should tell her more. But the worry in Marinette's eyes was so honest that she decided to trust her. "Rose has a chronic disease."

"What?" Marinette gasped. "But! She's always so energetic and—"

"Because she knows what being ill is. She wants to live every moment she feels well at her fullest. But she still has medical checkups every week."

"I had no idea…" Marinette saddened. "Is this why you were checking your phone all the time? Because you were worried about her condition?"

Juleka nodded. "She's been feeling a bit weird lately and… I was worried."

"Oh no, Juleka! I had no idea when I yelled at you! I'm so sorry." Marinette hugged her tightly.

"You couldn't have known, Marinette… I'm not angry at you or anything." She wiped her tears. "But Rose had been at the hospital and she didn't tell me! She was getting treatments and checkups and meanwhile I was here, unaware of it and having fun with you instead." She sniffed. "I wished to have been by her side if she wasn’t well… I'm a horrible friend…"

"Oh, Juleka! I'm sure Rose didn't tell you because she didn't want to worry you and distract you from your weekend project. If I had been in Rose's place, I would have done the same."

"But—"

"Besides, she has recovered and is back home now, right?" Juleka nodded. "Then everything is fine! That's the most important thing!"

"Marinette…"

"So you know what we're going to do now?" She took her friend's hand and guided her to the bathroom. "We're going to clean up your face and send her a photo showing her how glad we are she's back home again. And tomorrow, when you see her at school, you're going to greet her with a big smile. Can you do this for me, Juleka? For Rose?"

Juleka was at a loss of words as she looked at Marinette, behind her, from the mirror. The hands on her shoulders were giving her warmth and strength.

"Ok. I-I’ll do it. Thank you, Marinette."

They shared a tender smile through the mirror and Juleka proceeded to clean up her tears.

"Juleka has made a great friend, hasn't she?" Anarka told Luka, from the next room. They exchanged a happy smile when they saw them go to the green house and take a photo together.

"But she isn't the only one fascinated with her, is she?" She winked at her son knowingly. "She's a good girl."

"She's amazing," Luka finished, standing up and going to the girls, asking if she could join them in the photo. Anarka smiled at them fondly, and joined them for a photo as well. She would frame the photo later. Marinette was almost part of the family already. Or at least, all the Couffaines wanted her to be, in the future.

Before Marinette went to get her things ready to go back home, she stopped Luka alone.

"Juleka told me about the phone," she informed him and he smiled, content. "Thank you, Luka."

She gave him a quick peck on his cheek and ran to Juleka's room. It took Luka a while to recover and wipe the stupid lovestruck smile—as Juleka called it— of his face.

He was so doomed.

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It was Marinette's father, Tom, who came to get her daughter back.

"Thank you for having me this weekend." Marinette politely bowed. "I really enjoyed my time here. You have a wonderful family, Juleka."

"Thank you." She blushed.

"See you at school tomorrow." Marinette stepped down the gangplank. "With a smile!"

"Sure!"

"Bye!"

Marinette waved at them and held back some tears when her back turned to them. She did have a great time there. She didn't want it to end yet.

"Marinette!" Juleka called with a loud voice from afar. "Come back again! You're welcome here anytime!"

The tears Marinette was holding back fell down, moved and relieved from Juleka's words. She could see, despite the blurriness of her eyes, how Anarka and Luka also welcomed her to come back anytime with their smiles.

Humble or not, they were a truly miraculous family…

Neither Marinette or the Couffaine family didn't stop waving goodbye until the Liberty was out of sight.

A wonderful weekend to remember.

#my fic #airip4 #lukanette fic #endgame lukanette #fic: the weekend project #Pro LukaMari

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1-800-iluvhockey · 2 years

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okay hear me out either

1. Hughes sister is a singer so she made the album sour, and then starts dating like mark estapa or Ethan edwards

2. Jack or Luke dating the reader and she made the album sour

In light of the grammy’s tonight, and sour / OR’s 3 GRAMMY WINS !!! I had to post this one !!! so doing our golden boy eddy on this!! because most of my edits have been about the hughes bros! (sorry mark I love you!! someone should request a idea for him!!) also I could do see eddy being a secret olivia rodrigo stan lol

I could have done MANY things for this one! and I decided to change the request a little (sorry not sorry and I did it wrong and didn’t want to change it LOL) but this will just be highlighting her album (just her songs and everything, I will not getting into all of her extra things like snl & stuff on this request)

(all photos are not mine and the storyline is fiction!! of course my inspo is olivia rodrigo!!)

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y/nhughes - hi hi!! thank you for all the love on my single, driver’s license in these past few weeks!! you guys just broke the record for fastest solo song to reach 500 mil streams on Spotify!!! 🌈❤️‍🔥🦋 Idk what I did to deserve this but thank u 4 listening and thank you to @dan_nigro (and of course my boy E) !! ps - surprise!! my boy E can finally make a appearance on my page <33 !!! his support has gotten me to write this album (and feed me tons of ice cream through my process of writing) again, I love you so much E and thank you for supporting me and being the best bf ever!! ur stuck with me🖤🖤

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mtv - a record and relationship well deserved !!!!! congrats bestie and we can’t wait for the album 😌😌

conangray - go best friend go best friend !!!!! 💜🖤

irisapatow - seriously so proud of you 🥺🥺

↳ y/nhughes - I love you guys 🥰🥰

umichhockey - she’s a icon, a legend & she is the moment 😎

edwards.73 - so so proud of you babe!!

↳ y/nhughes - love you loverboy 🥰🥰

thombordeleau - Y/N THE RISING STAR

brendanbrisson - THE SHINING STAR

lhughes_06 - hated third wheeling during your writing process lol but congrats sis 🤍

markestapa - roomie’s girl is a superstar in the making !!! congrats y/n/n on the record shattering single!!

↳ y/nhughes - thank you twin & his cool friends :)

elblue06 - oh so proud of you n/n’s!!

↳ y/nhughes - love you mama ❤️

jackhughes86 - GO LIL SIS

nhl - BIG THINGS HAPPENING IN THE HUGHES FAMILY (and we aren’t talking about hockey 😜)

quinnhughes_ - YES FINALLY SIS!! our mini swift is finally releasing her music !!! and as much as I dislike the thoughts of you having a bf…….. @edwards.73 is pretty cool….

↳ y/nhughes - thank you nhl !! and older bros <3 also Q he is so cool, like the ice cream he buys me when I write ;)

quinnhughes_ - oh that was such a bad joke mini swift 😭

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edwards.73 - baby’s first single broke records !!!!! so we (aka the boys and I) threw her a little party to celebrate!! so proud of my girl and her accomplishments!! 🤍🖤💜. #y/nhughes’biggestfan #brokethe500milstreams!

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dylanduke - the amount of time we put into those decorations…..

↳ mackie.samoskevich - @dylanduke literally sat back and watched us fail….. get a load of this @markestapa

↳ markestapa - DONT EVEN TALK ABOUT THE DECOR !!!

↳ y/nhughes - I thought it was great (and dylan did sit back and facetimed me for some of it so I have your great & epic falis in my camera roll)

lhughes_06 - ^^ ladies and gents, my sister (the ultimate singer/songwriter , and truly, a hughes sibling)

↳ edwards.73 - the superior hughes sibling

irisapatow - icons😸 glad that that the boys have been taking good care of my best friend while she is in mich!!!!

↳ edwards.73 - u , n/n’s & conan are the icons

↳ conangray - totally agree with y/n’s man on this (we are too iconic lmao)

thombordeleau - it was not easy trying to distract y/n/n all day

brendan.brisson - I thought it was fun…… :/

↳ y/nhughes - I LOVED SHOPPING WITH BRISS idk what you’re on @thombordeleau

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y/nhughes - debut album is coming on may 21 !! and my second single, deja vu, is streaming now if you want to give it a listen!! 🦋🌈💖

ps: also just a reminder that girls in happy relationships can write about their breakups !! my dms have been full of hate in light of me announcing my relationship to the world…… this is NOT about my current relationship, I promise ;) because life with my boy, @edwards.73 is too sweet !! ❤️

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edwards.73 - SOUR !!!!!!!!!!! 💜🖤

↳ y/nhughes - 🍭💜🌈🦋

conangray - YES YES YES

irisapatow - GO BESTIE GO!!!!!

↳ y/nhughes - my dear friends ❤️‍🔥

elblue06 - seriously so proud of you!! my little rockstar 🌟

↳ y/nhughes - MAMA ❤️

jackhughes86 - little sis is getting it done!!!! can’t wait to listen to it 🥳

trevorzegras - LITTLE HUGHESY 🎉🎉 COME BACK TO CALI

↳ y/nhughes - soon enough trev :)

_alexturcotte - SO HAPPY FOR YOU SIS!!! this album is going to be 100/10 (also thanks for letting me listen in LA)

↳ y/nhughes - LEXI LEX

mtv - 🍭🌈💜 going to listen to deja vu on repeat until may 21st

umichhockey - The team is y/n’s BIGGEST FANS !!! off season will be even better when we can add SOUR to our playlists!!

↳ y/nhughes - my peeps!!! 〽️👍🏻

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edwards.73 - angel just announced her debut album and I just wanted to again congratulate her on this huge step in her music career! it’s just getting started, and I’m very grateful to have met you and got not only the chance to support you as a friend, but love you as a boyfriend. you mean the world to me and you deserve the WORLD!!!

(also HUGE thanks to @taylorswift13 for your music and giving y/n the chance to make music like you (her muse), Luke for not killing me on the spot when I said that I liked his sister, and Jack & Quinn for not killing me when I got introduced to them as her boyfriend and not Luke’s friend)

PRESAVE SOUR by y/n hughes & listen to her second single, deja vu RIGHT NOW!!!

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y/nhughes - I love you E !!! ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

↳ edwards.73 - to the moon……

↳ taylorswift13 - and to saturn? 😌

y/nhughes - NO WAY 😭 STOP THIS ISNT REAL

↳ edwards.73 - hi hi taylor!!!! we love you <33

↳ taylorswift13 - oh you guys!!! 💖💖 I’m such a huge fan of yours @y/nhughes !! cannot wait for your debut! please don’t hesitate to call me when you get back to LA!

↳ irisapatow - @taylorswift13 she is crying on the phone to me right now and can’t type, but yes….. SHE’D LOVE TO

lhughes_06 - @edwards.73 seriously…….what can’t you do for my sister right now??

↳ edwards.73 - marry her lol

↳ lhughes_06 - WOAH

↳ quinnhughes_ - especially after today, soon buddy, soon @edwards.73

jackhughes86 - never thought that anyone would be GOOD ENOUGH for my sister …… @edwards.73 proves me wrong like every day

thombordeleau - SIMP FOR Y/N HUGHES ALERT FOR ETHAN CALE EDWARDS

↳ brendan.brisson - BEEDO BEEDO 🚨🚨

markestapa - jealousy, jealousy :) (you must tell me how you accomplished this, eddy)

dylanduke - E.C.E IS A KING FOR THIS

mtv - we need more eddy & y/n !!! 😭❤️

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y/nhughes - the past month has been crazy!!

* released my third and final single, good 4 u

* got nominated and went to a award show or two and met my IDOL tswizzle

* made another music video!!!

sour is right around the corner, and I cannot wait for you guys to hear it ❤️‍🔥

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taylorswift13 - you are a walking angel, y/n/n ❤️❤️

↳ y/nhughes - I am still in AWE THAT WE ARE “FRIENDS”

↳ taylorswift13 - best of friends now 😌

irisapatow - no invite? jk jk

conangray - MY QUEENS !!!!!!

↳ y/nhughes - my besties :-)

edwards.73 - ROCKSTAR 🌟🌟

↳ y/nhughes - looooooveeeeeerrrrrr 💖

mtv - our little shining star!!!!!!

snl - ready for sour because it’s going to be sweet ?! 🍭🌈

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y/nhughes - my first album SOUR is out everywhere now.

EVERY song is so personal and close to my heart. getting to share them with people is the most special thing I've ever done in my life. thank u to everyone who made this album happen. thank you to my manager, Kristen Smith, for believing in me and supporting me with absolutely everything in her. thank you to Christiana Divona, Marissa Ramirez, Kirsten Stubbs and Michelle An for bringing SOUR to life visually and being the most caring ppl in the world. thank you to Matt Morris, Emerson Redd, John Janick, and Sam Ribak at interscope for being so supportive and tender with my vision. thank you to Casey Smith for writing jealousy, jealousy with me and Alexander 23 for coproducing good 4 u. thank you to Dan Nigro for making this entire body of work with me in his garage lol. his undeniable talent and undying belief in me has forever changed me as an artist and a person. lastly, thank you to my family, my friends, my boyfriend , and of course my fans for supporting me and loving me along this long journey!! whatever happens with the album I'm just so grateful I got to work with all these incredible people. And I'm so lucky songwriting and music exists. I hope you guys enjoy the 34 minutes and 46 seconds of me spilling my guts out that is called sour. thank you for helping me turn all my unhappy feelings into one of the best moments of my life💜💜.

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edwards.73 - my little rockstar of a soulmate released her debut album today. she has worked so hard in this album, and it is truly a work of art…….

stream SOUR by y/n hughes !!!!!

#sheisthebiggestswiftiesoyouknowitsagooda**album

#sour #y/nhughes’no.1fan

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ellitx · 3 years

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In honor of Father's Day, could we get some headcanons of the twins (separately) as parents?

Venti as a Father:

It would be really chaotic and a mess when it’s him watching over the kids

Just feeding them and bringing the spoon to their mouth like an airplane, and if one of his children happens to playfully throw the food to his face, it’ll be a food fight.

Of course, it didn’t last long when you entered the room and you see everything is so cluttered and dirty.

Venti can be strict with them if he has to but most of the time he’s carefree and lively with them. Often going outside to play, gliding, and maybe just a leisurely family time with you, him, and the children.

He’s not really restricting them but if they wanna play outside they have to ask his permission first so he’ll know where they are or so that he can watch over them

Venti likes it if his kids ask him to carry them! He’ll carry them on his shoulders so they can see the beautiful view of Mondstadt's scenery!

Or if he’s laying on your lap and they’re asking to be carried, he’ll lift them up and act like they’re flying in the sky. He’ll use his vision to make it really breezy so they can feel what it’s like to soar in the air.

When it’s time for dinner, he has to call for them. But the problem is they’re so mischievous that they even hide from him. It’s easy to find them but for the sake of entertaining them, he pretends he doesn’t have a single clue as to where they are.

“Now where’s my little sweetie hiding again? Looks like Detective Venti is starting another case of Disappearing Angel.” He takes his cape and flips them in the air for a dramatic effect and boy does he hear that stifled laugh behind the sofa.

He takes out his lyre and starts singing about the clues he had gathered and for suspense, he stopped strumming his instrument and stood still. Their kid covered their mouth to quiet themselves and it was unfortunate for them they didn’t notice their father was already behind them.

Venti’s hands slipped underneath them and hoisted them to his shoulder causing them to shriek and wiggle around while giggling.

“Papa, that’s unfair!!”

“Another point for Detective Venti~”

Aside from playing detectives, he’s pretty much dramatic around them if they’re playing house or prince and princess together.

“Oh, sweet child of mine, call the fairest maiden for I, Venti the Most Handsome, Charming, Powerful, and Talented Bard has fallen down because of the great dark dragon’s compelling attack.”

Your child first thought of you, immediately rushing to where you are and tugging at your sleeves.

“Mama! Mama! Help Papa come back alive! He said the only way to regain his powers is that you have to kiss him!”

You choked at your own spit, your face burning hot hearing another ridiculous idea venti started for you to kiss him. You didn’t want to disappoint them so you obliged and followed them to the living room.

There you saw venti laying down, his hands on his chest with his eyes closed, and sure you’d mistaken him as some kind of princess if not for your daughter asking you to help him.

Clearing your throat and readying yourself in acting mode, you kneeled down beside him and clasped his hands with yours.

“Oh, my darling Venti. All your power has been drained, the energy within you has been stolen by the greatest and fearful creature that has been ever lived. But fear not, for I have come to aid you by… by caressing you with a true love’s kiss.”

You slowly leaned forward and ran your finger on his face before closing your eyes until his lips brushed with yours. The tips of your ears were turning red when your child awed and watched closely, and for sure you felt your husband’s lips tugging upwards. His hand reached up behind you to hold you close to him and let the kiss last longer.

His eyelids flutter open, revealing the marvelous emerald orbs he has that were the same as your little angel, and he turned at you with clouded eyes, his cheeks beginning to tint with warm red.

“…more…”

Before he could latch his lips with yours once more, your child jumped at his back and cried,

“You’re alive! You’re finally alive! Quick, defeat the dark dragon before it destroys the castle!”

Venti almost forgot he was playing with them. All of a sudden, you felt your feet weren't on the ground anymore and in instinct, you held onto his shoulder and gaped at him. Venti's arm was underneath your bottom, carrying with such ease as if your weight was as light as a feather.

“Of course, my dear! Now that my power has been replenished thanks to this lovely maiden, I can finally stop the dragon’s outrage through the power of wind and freedom!”

His right hand glowed, unleashing a gentle yet powerful wind to knock down the mini dvalin stuffed toy that was standing in front of the blocks. The toy’s balance was gone, causing it to fall onto the ground as a sign the enemy’s disturbance was no longer present. Peace, harmony, and freedom were settled back to the small kingdom you, your child, and your husband had created.

Himmel as a father:

Himmel’s a househusband! Due to his frail body, he’s more inclined to work inside the house which he doesn’t mind. So all the cooking, cleaning, laundry is handled by him.

Househusband Himmel doesn’t really mind at all! In fact, he really enjoys it because he gets to watch over his kyut litol beybis playing around the house and spend time with them!

He knows you’re already home when he hears his babies screaming “MAMA!!”, it’s either a playful chase with his children on who gets to hug you first or he let them hug you first before he kisses you as a greeting of welcome home.

Whenever he goes to the grocery, he brings his children with him and they’re in the twin stroller. Everything is prepared; the pacifiers and two bottles of milk, and perhaps some extra diapers in case the line is too long and they need a bathroom break.

Himmel always takes a morning stroll and he also brings his babies with him so they can get that vitamin from the sunlight for them to be healthy. Don’t want them to risk being so unhealthy when they grow up now do we?

Maybe after the stroll, he stops in a nearby park to rest, maybe even allowing them to have some fun as long as they’re in his sight. Himmel will start planning on having a picnic time as family bonding on weekends so you can also take a break as well as you can get in touch with your own kids

While at home, carrying his two kids in his arms is no biggie for him. He can even multitask with it, though he prefers if they are in the crib just in case he doesn’t accidentally step on some toys and slip while carrying them.

He loves holding them and carrying them with him after he finishes the household chores! He’ll play with them, shower them with kisses, keep on telling them how much papa loves them and how he’s so happy they’re part of his life. When they run out of milk, he has to take the new supply you’ve readied in the refrigerator.

The babies will crawl up to him, stretching out their short arms towards their father because they wanted to be carried. Himmel chuckles then picks them up before making their drink. He hums a song while warming the milk and leaves small kisses on their head and nuzzles his nose against it as he waits

His little ball of sunshine is full of energy so he can be quick to get exhausted, but he’s trying his best to stay awake to make sure nothing dangerous happens to them. he lets them crawl up to him and play with his hair and when they also get sleepy and clings to him, it brings a smile to his face and holds them close to his chest protectively before laying them back down in the crib

Himmel may have taught them many things, from a simple reading, talking/cooing, walking, and maybe even singing. He has bought many things that can help them like rattles, squeeze toys, picture books, and also some stuffed toys they can play with.

Over the months, he’ll buy different toys for them so they can start the process of learning simple stuff like ABC blocks and even more plushies.

His kids love it when he sings or reads them a bedtime story. If you’re free, you and Himmel will reenact the story to maybe entertain them, and oh their cute little smiles and giggles tug their parents’ hearts.

Once they reach the age of three, Himmel is so excited for them that they can meet new friends. It’s the start of their preschool and he prepared everything. Now he’s the type of father who’ll take a picture of them every single year and some memorable moments to be added in the album

After school, he’s there to pick them up with you. All the mothers were gawking when he was standing near the door and looking for his cute babies. Perhaps he’s a brother to pick his siblings up?

Lol nope

Their jaws dropped when they heard a scream of papa from the running children. He opened his arms and caught them easily as they jumped at him for a hug. The mothers/guardians can’t believe Himmel's a father. Such a youthful face he has and having two children?!

He gives them a kiss on their forehead and asks how their day went. When he told them that mama was waiting outside, the twins immediately left their father’s side and ran out of the school to see you there smiling and waving.

“Mama!! Look, look, my teacher gave me a stamp that I did well!”

“I have five stars on my booklet!!”

Your eyes sparkled at their wonderful achievements and patted their head. Himmel stood next to you and smiled, admiring the wonderful warm feeling in his heart to see this growing family.

Kneeling before one of his kids, he whispered something next to them causing them to gasp out and looked at you with big curious eyes.

“I’m going to be a big sister/brother?!!”

You look at your husband with an astonished face and pout before playfully shoving his shoulder.

“That was supposed to be a surprise!” You whined. Himmel laughed and pecked your lips, whispering “I can’t help it,” before taking the hands of his child then yours. You take the other twin’s small hand and walked side-by-side with your husband and children back home

#anon ask #ellianswers #genshin impact x reader #venti x reader #himmel x reader #domestic genshin #elliwrites #genshin impact

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oneweekoneband · 3 years

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shouldn’t gay taylor swift fans be given access to the original homophobic version of "picture to burn”? and other post-evermore reflection questions.

Did yesterday last twice as long as a regular day? Does anyone else feel like pulled taffy today or is that the four red wine spritzers I made myself with Sutter Home mini bottles of cab and cherry flavored seltzer? How long has it been since Taylor Swift has been to an Olive Garden? Is the part in “willow” where she’s like “You know that my train could take you home / anywhere else is hollow” about pegging? Does Taylor Swift understand even a basic sketch of the events of The Great Gatsby, a novel commonly assigned in school to teenaged children? Is Taylor implying on “marjorie” that her grandmother is a ghost? Is it weird of me to think it is nice that Taylor believes her grandmother is a ghost? Do I believe my grandmother is a ghost? Is it weird of me to think it is nice to wonder if maybe she might be? Is “gold rush” obviously for the Kaylors, or am I just being prejudiced against men’s theoretical right to be good looking? Last night I peeled myself up from a circle at the foot of the bed and poured hot sauce into canned minestrone soup when I realized it was already hours past dark. After it warmed on the stove I ate on our cramped front porch at the little painted table that is dirty all the time from just the air, I guess, even if you wipe it down twice a day, so when I see it I think of my lungs covered in dust too. But last night it was cool outside and I wanted to get as much air inside of me as possible, dirty or not, before the time came to crack southward at the waist, fall hard, with all my weight, down to my knees, and supplicate myself most disgracefully at the feet of the Lord’s most terrible daughter. The new Taylor Swift album became available at nine pm pacific time. Will there ever be salvation?

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Has Taylor Swift ever met up with high school friends in a bar over the holidays and wanted to cry a little the entire time, feeling a battle in her own body between the parts inclined to slide back into the shape of an old self to fit and the hardened parts that can’t? I don’t really think so! But with “’tis the season” she has written a song about fucking your ex while home for Christmas anyway, and it slaps. It is always a wonderful treat when this anthropomorphized Tiffany platinum tennis bracelet sits herself down and writes up a pretty little fiction about the small and ugly things that normal human people do. This is what makes “All Too Well”—a perfect piece of autofiction about her fake boyfriend Jake Gyllenhaal—so good, though if you say that in certain company the reaction is like you’ve shot a dog. When Taylor spins me some shit like this, like about parking out by the Methodist to meet up in those strange, stretchy days at the very end of December for theoretically casual sex that you’ll think about sadly on the plane when you go, I accept it like a pomegranate seed plopped on my tongue by Hades himself and I thank her. If I wanted to know who you were hanging with while I was gone, I would have asked you!!!!!!!!

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Why doesn’t Taylor just call this a bunch of b sides that didn’t fit right on folklore? That’s what it is. And why deny that? They’re largely very good b sides. I love “dorothea”. Do you love “dorothea”? Are you still the same soul I met under the bleachers???? If Taylor really is going to release a third part of this moody forest saga come March, will the government show some real leadership for once and declare a purge so that we the people might rise up and bring this despot to the justice she so richly deserves? Why is Taylor Swift the Patricia Clarkson in Sharp Objects to our sweating and shaking Amy Adams? Why do our mouths loll open helplessly to accept her poison spoon when proffered? Mama, please... Do you think, strictly within the cinematic universe of “no body, no crime (feat. Haim)”, wherein Olive Garden regular Taylor Swift avenges canonically murdered Haim sister Este by killing her husband and (my favorite bit) implicitly framing the mistress, that after all that is squared away she and alive Haim sister Danielle bang it out? Why did the lilting piano ballad, “champagne problems”, about refusing a marriage proposal from a college boyfriend make me cry this morning on my pathetic little walk around the neighborhood? Was I thinking of the night I was 22 when I said no and no and no then yes to a drunk boy asking me with flashlight eyes to give him a nonsense forever promise, which I did because I knew in the morning we’d have forgotten, or would pretend to? Is it because I know that night so well, can still feel and smell and see, though I never mentioned it to anyone, everything about the few hours in the dark where I fought sleep because it felt nice pretending I was someone I knew I couldn’t be? Or was it just because on Twitter someone made a video setting the song to clips of Sersh & Timmy frolicking together wearing the same vest in Little Women? Is “coney island (feat. The National)” the first duet between Taylor and a man that isn’t an atrocity and an attack or is that purely my Matt Berninger derangement disorder speaking? Is “coney island (feat. The National)” degrading my nervous system like a wasting disease even as we speak? Did I close my fist around something delicate???? Did I shatter you??????? Will my own horrible hand ever come out of the Arthur meme clenched fist into which it furiously curled when I first listened to the, yes, fine, extremely lovely “coney island (feat. The National)”??????? It’s been almost a full day and typing like this isn’t very efficient.

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Is “cowboy like me” my dual reward for fighting with so many annoying guys in my “The Cowboy in the American Imagination” class lo those many years ago and, plus, for always believing that country Taylor would never die for good? Did Taylor Swift watch Brokeback Mountain for the first time this year? Would Taylor Swift like me to email her a pdf of the Annie Proulx story? Does Taylor Swift want to buy me the too expensive D.S. & Durga “Cowboy Grass” perfume I’ve been coveting for years? Is all cowboy content inherently queer? Just kidding—that one isn’t a question. Now that Taylor is once more in the business of recreational yeehawing shouldn’t she, as a gesture of goodwill, make the forbidden original homophobic version of “Picture to Burn” available exclusively to those gay fans who wish to have it? (i.e. the elite gay fans with a sense of history and place.) Does she not owe us that much? Isn’t that really the only respectful thing to do? Is it not the very, very least this monster could do?

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stoicalkartoffelglerbistan · 3 years

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Things I’ve done in my life

I had a weird political activism phase when I was 12 and 13 . I’m about to turn 16 and feel frustrated with what Im doing right now cos I had thought I would do great things and that 16 was the middle of the beginning but I never tried. I just lived in my head. But I guess I just wanted to list cool things I’ve done .

1. I had a weird Youtube channel where I would post video essays stylised as voiceovers aka me rambling while it would record me playing Stardew valley and Minecraft and no one knew about it

2. I started making and publishing music at 13 and it kinda sucks but Im glad its out there

3. I won a speech competition for a speech I wrote in 3 minutes the night before I had to present it

4. I learnt how to code to learn how to create a programme that would find the appropriate colours for my synaesthesic experience of Sit Next to Me by Foster the People , trying to understand what a CNN is.

5. When I was 8 I recorded dialogues between me and some characters I made that a lot of people liked and I cherish that.

6. When I was 12 I had this science competition I could've won If I actually studied for it again but I remember being the only person who got into both series of contest’s finales so I like that too

7. I read a lot of philosophy and had an entire blog dedicated to Spinoza on Medium

8. I made a mini solar panel and Solar Parker Probe model , I soldered the line sensor and microcomputer chip by myself and recycled old medical supplies to make the model .

9. I did a Kabuki inspired screenplay with my mom

9. I once tried to make my own instrument using hollowed wood and a vibration motor from my old electricity kit and a rusted nail . It was not tuned at all.

10. I’ve had 2 essay blogs and 1 photography blog that I’ve deleted and then republished.

11. I dont really try to do stuff so I’ve had opportunities pass by and when I could've achieved something Id rather not cos its hard for me to start ( I may have ADHD ) , but I did experiments related to how to attract more bees to come to our neighbourhood using hive samples and im pretty proud of that and im trying to present it at school

12. I did a mini album with a friend

13. I made my own language up and spent hours on syntax back in 2015.

14. I wrote something called the Potato Manifesto that is canonically penned by an ancient electromagnetic spider sea slug made of monoclinic opal called Karl Marx Kondratiev Taqi Ghalib

15. I broke two thermometers and took out the mercury and ‘cleaned’ it and in a heinz bean can and made 2 mercury based light bulbs. One for my dog to wear on her collar and another for my cat ( I disposed of them shortly thereafter)

16. I translated Repeat Stuff by Bo Burnham into Urdu as best as I could

17. Once wandered off to explore with my dog at midnight to check out a wasp hive I wanted to noted down info on , my dog ran away and chased her down in an alleyway which was illuminated by her mercury lightbulb ( rip lightbulb)

18. Got a microscope and now I sometimes work at a lab and collect stuff and process it there

19. Started a weird journey of self reflection and missed Tumblr so I’ve signed up with a new account cos the people are so cool here

20. Sold compost for a while and earned the US equivalent of 3 dollars.

21. Did an environmental awareness thing once at school and people began helping me and this one girl stopped buying palm oil based stuff at the cafeteria with me . My aunt also became more eco friendly so thats really nice.

22. Did an entire presentation on how the major plot hole in all of the Star Trek series is how the entire federation follows only human systems of practically everything ( how do they have clicks in space ? does this mean they found the centre of the universe, why does everyone follow GMT?)

23. Missed my old Tumblr days and came back with a new account to check up on bootydiaries ( this is objectively cool)

24. I made rugs by weaving

24. once ran out of brushes for splattering so i used old leaves and petals and made art using my spinning Minecraft hammer and a pack of pasta and pepsi cans

24. when I was 11 I did fungus art by growing spores using an old chemistry kit and tested it with a slightly younger kit

24. made a Minecraft hammer with a kid’s electric kit DC motor, old styrofoam packaging and an old wooden stick that was a part of a hut ,

24. i used to storyboard as a kid and remember making animals on paper with my older sister and we sold the cards

25. I saved a hawk

25. once wandered around on a trip and met a shaman for less than 5 minutes but that was cool

25. Learnt Im still very privileged and need to do something about it

26 (۲۶). I cherish my cat and my plant and a tardigrade i once saw on the microscope and a cute macrophage chasing a pesky e.coli on the microscope and hugs and mi dog

26 (۲۶). love thy parents

26 (۲۶). love thy siblings

26 (۲۶). love grumpy old people who care about u and teach u stuff

26 (۲۶). started to actually CHERISH my friends, cos they deserve all the love

26 (۲۶). for the first time i had a crush ( which i didn't think possible) on this guy at robocamp who was the only one taller than me ( i was mad about that) who used to call loud boys that interrupted girls presentations “toxic” and asked me about my interests and had the cutest eye crinkle. ( i was too nervous to ask about his contact but I hope to see him again, also never saw his face we wore masks throughout so that was weird )

27. I had a neoplatonist phase

27. realised im not that special and its ok to do stuff at your own pace and be an amateur

28. I dont know what to say so once again *hugs*

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Seven.

We all clinked our glasses together, pre-drinks before we leave for the club “I just want to say! Let me say something bitches!” Sonita shouted “I want to say my sister” she looked at me “I know next year is about to be another good year for you! You are working so hard, and you’re going to be working even harder, you are a free, single woman. I am happy for you, and I am excited for your next album sis. To Robyn Rihanna Fenty” I cooed out raising my glass in the air “you all too kind, I have the best friends a girl can ask for. Next year will be about me, I am not going to put myself in that situation again, I am lucky that Rakim was a man to do it and to accept where we was going, I am not going to let my record label do that again but to us single bitches” we cheered and clinked glasses again, drinking the wine as I shimmied away. I bought my bitches to London, we going to bring in the New Year in the club, but pre-drinks are a must. I don’t care if I can buy drinks there, cheaper to start here then there anyways “Leandra! Put the damn music on, dang. Let’s get this party started and then we can go” she is the worst DJ to hand, feeling an arm around my shoulder “I love you” Mel sounds drunk already “oh no, you can’t be already!?” I spat, looking to the side of me “bitch my drinking started early, I started when I rolled out of bed and you made those waffles” this is not good “so I guess I am the person to be looking after you huh? You know I don’t like drunk people, I think you need to stay at home” she shook her head “no, I need to go and party with some beautiful British men, they better be showing out because I need to get some British dick” I snorted laughing “wow, well I think I will be the one to take it easy, thank the lord for Rich” he is the carer of the group now “happy new year to me” he laughed “and you boo” I winked at him.

I decided to go all out, I mean not so much but I wanted to look good for today, so I am wearing a tiny blush pink fur mini dress with a wrap around fur belt around my waist. I have glittery heels with sheer socks and fluffy white trim. I have my glam curls ready, my hair is laid, lips popping, I look good “I heard from Melissa you have a secret dick appointment?” Leandra blurted out “oh not that skinny guy? The one at the concert?” Jen remembers “I never said a thing! I don’t tell your secrets” Mel is drunk, of course she is talking “not a dick appointment, she is a liar. I hate when she is drunk, stay away from me. Uhm, we just met up. That is it” I pointed at Jen; she is smirking “but you left the concert with him?” She needs to stop putting two and two together “we are here, now be quiet” Rich slid the door open “it’s so cold in London!” Jen spat as she got out first, it is actually freezing here. Shuffling off of the seat and stepping out of the car, pulling my mini dress down and there is a few paparazzi here, of course I mean why wouldn’t there be “Rihanna!” they shouted constantly, I started to walk off to the club as they continued to shout, Rich walking alongside me. I did think they would have got in my way, but they didn’t, I am thankful to be inside.

I shrieked out “hey boo!” hugging Adele “how are you? I thought I would sneak over and see you, are you ok? I heard about the breakup, I loved you both together but it’s mutual” nodding my head “it is, we happy but you look so good!” I shouted, her dress is bomb “not as beautiful as you, happy new year. Speak to you soon” she waved at me as she walked off, there is a lot of celebrities here, I am shocked. I didn’t think there would have been so many celebrities but there is. I don’t think there is any none famous people here, feeling a tug at my arm. Looking to the side of me, seeing where Sonita is pointing. Future raised his glass to me, waving at him. He then pointed at himself and then me, I nodded my head either way because I have a song I need him on, he will add the added spice I need on it. I assumed he would come but no, his whole entourage came, it’s like the whole club just moved, lord have mercy I didn’t ask for that. Placing my wine glass down, Future eventually was in my section “Riri, hey!” hugging him “hey you, been ignoring me!?” I said, moving back from the hug “oh what? No, I have been busy” I snorted “busy making babies with the sixth woman” he laughed out, he knows I am right “this is my cousin, Deavon. He likes you so I was like we going, you coming” I am impressed “he better looking then you, hi” I am so formal I shook his hand, he is handsome “so this is why I ignore your calls but what is up? What can I help you with” I didn’t want to talk work on this day, but I will “my album, your voice?” Future smirked “now, I am busy” poking my lips out trying to not smile “you saying no to me?” he licked his lips smiling “ok, I got you? Happy, I got you now” he hugged me again “that is all it took nigga! Come on!” he is stupid.

I am excited for the new year to come in, smiling at the big screen as the countdown went to ten “eight, seven, six, five” I shouted along with Mel and Sonita hugging me “three, two one! Happy New Year!” we all shouted, hugging both of my friends as the cheers rang through. I am happy, like I couldn’t be happier with my situation then I am right now, I think I needed that freedom. I was feeling depressed and now I am me again “woo!” I clapped, Future never left the section I am in for whatever reason but it doesn’t bother me, he is ok as a friend and from afar “happy new year riri” hugging him “and you boo” his cousin really likes me, he is stood just smiling “happy new year” I said to him “can I have a picture?” he asked in the middle of this “sure” waving him over, I might as well. It looks like Future is looking to go, getting closer to him. He leaned down a little, so I rested my arm on his shoulder as he took the selfie, moving my hair to the side “take another” turning to him and kissing his cheek “oh my god! Thank you” smiling at him as I moved away “aye, where the drinks at. Besides Mel! Everyone better be drinking” I pointed, Mel has had enough “I am banning your ass” Mel hugged me as she laughed out.

I did think Future was going but he didn’t we are having shots together now, I ain’t drunk so there is that. I know what I am doing anyways “Leandra!” I spat; she is always taking a video. Putting a finger up at her “actually, take a picture of us” digging into my bag, grabbing my phone from my bag and holding it out to Leandra “when are you going back to California so we can link for the album?” Future asked “I am going Miami actually but I think around two weeks, I am staying here for a while and then travelling, I have some ventures here” pointing at my phone so Leandra can take a picture, Future leaned into me “you better get my best side!” I shouted; she is a bitch at times. She took the picture of us and held the phone out to me “thank you” ok I look good I will take that “I apologise for not responding to you though” least he is sorry “it’s ok” I smiled at him, uploading the image onto Instagram, captioning the picture ‘New year, New music’ pressing send on the image “what you doing after this?” can Future not ask “bed?” side eyeing him “no, I ain’t saying it like that. Because Diddy is throwing a party here too, so I was asking if you going to do that” I assumed something else there “oh no, I am having to take care of that drunk girl there” Mel is a mess, she really is.

It’s like I can’t escape her, I really can’t. How do I end up in magic city and I hear come and put your name on it, I swear I just had to mean mug the stripper, I just cannot escape her. I went to the club before this and they had we found love, it’s like a constant reminder and it made me want to drink more, I can’t escape her at all. I am staring at this stripper and it’s like I am imagining her, like I can see Robyn just there in front of me. It is literally driving me crazy; I am at work I hear her and I be walking and I hear her. I go to my apartment I hear her and now this, drinking from the Patron bottle “enough for you” Seiko moved the bottle back “for me? Or?” she is annoying, getting up from the seat, this stripper is one hundred percent no Rihanna, besides this strippers boobs are big, she winked at and I just turned around “come on” hitting Barry’ shoulder, I need some air right now because I just can’t even deal right now. Seiko wasn’t supposed to be here, she wasn’t supposed to come but she did. She doesn’t mind coming with me to a strip club either, she’s a good girl and I like that but she’s not that.

Standing to the side and lighting my cigarette “we out here in the cold, the fuck?” Barry said, “I am sick of hearing her voice” blowing the smoke out from my lips “you still on that, you said nothing happened?” smiling at Barry “we had sex all weekend, I just didn’t want to say it to TJ. He has a big mouth” Barry’ mouth fell open “no way!? No way? You’re lying” shaking my head with my cigarette between my lips “no way? You had sex with” he looked around him “you had sex with Rihanna?” he said in a loud whisper “I did, all weekend. Pussy is good bro, like really good” Barry hit my arm jumping up and down “it good? Like you taste it, she let you do it all? For real, you go in raw? So you fucked ASAP Rocky girl, nigga you are the boss, oh my god. I am losing my fucking mind, you had sex with her. So it’s good pussy?” nodding my head laughing “good, and she gave me head too, shit. She was up for it all, like bro. I could just give her a look and we just be fucking, like tongue down my throat shit. But she is good, like I can’t compare. Now having sex with Seiko, ain’t it. I need to drop her, I can’t stop thinking of Robyn bro, I can’t shake it off” I really can’t “pussy on your mind that much? Just go and get it again? I mean what does she care” I sniggered “listen here right, she went crazy on my ass. She won’t speak to me because I have Seiko around yeah, so she wants to be with me. She said she thought it was a crush, but she loves me, she kept saying it. I held back, then she went crazy talking about you don’t care. I am here, I am trying to take it in. I can’t take it in when you are riding my dick, you know?” Barry snorted laughing “so yeah, that weekend was interesting. It was good, if I get locked up right now I will go back a happy man. On god” Barry is shocked “love? So you want to leave Seiko for her, you can just lie and still get it?” shaking my head “I ain’t happy with Seiko, she on my dick about shit. Like why is she here, I tried to split with her and she took it for a joke, maybe I am a joke but I” I paused “I miss her” Barry furrowed his eyebrows “you miss that Barbados pussy, that is what you want” shaking my head “nah, see. I feel something for her, I really do. We are good together but it’s like she’s hard to reach? It’s hard to explain, it’s not all about the sex, I am just shocked that we did have sex, you know” I haven’t actually spoke on this to anyone until now.

“You cheated on me again!?” my eyes bulged out looking to the side of me, Seiko is right there just barking “who cheated?” Barry said “him!” she ran at me and started to hit at my chest “relax! I ain’t cheat” moving back, throwing my cigarette to the ground “you know what, I did” it’s out now, we can split “Barbados? Mhm, oh. This nigga had sex with Rihanna!” She screamed out, I felt anger hit me “shut the fuck up, you stupid fucking bitch” Barry got between us because I was ready strangle the bitch “can we all calm down, nobody had any sex with Rihanna. Damn, we wish we all could. He is joking” Barry is calming it down, but I am angry “it’s over Seiko, we are over. You’re dumped, also your ass is stuck here because I am your ride back” walking around Barry “I will scream so loud about you and that fucking bitch, you have changed since you met her again. Love struck speaking on Rihanna, this nigga fucked Rihanna” I lunged at her, gripping her neck and the next sound I hear is sirens, right at that moment and she screamed for help. I moved away from here “you dead, you fucking whore. You a dead bitch” walking off “let’s just move now, come on. Seiko just drop it. He is drunk” I ain’t even drunk and that is the point, she mentions Robyn’ name I am going to kill her “is everything ok here?” the police officer asked, I was waiting for Seiko to say something but she didn’t “usual party vibes” she said “my stupid boyfriend” now why she saying that, I broke up with her “let’s go” Barry patted my back for us to go.

#Chrianna FF #Chrianna #Chrianna Fanfiction #chriannaff #Fanfiction #Fanfic

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purplesurveys · 3 years

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survey by pandaphant

Who's your favorite comedian? Sindhu Vee, probably. But that’s only counting the fact that I’ve only seen two of her skits. Out of all the acts I’ve seen, she’s the one who’s made me laugh the loudest so far, though.

Aren't you sick of all the *Are We Alike?* surveys? I’m not sick of them. I just think they’re too easy and fast to take so I like elaborating my answers so that I can still get a little ~reflective~ while taking that kind of survey.

Do you think there's anything you did better, when you were younger? Physical activities. I had a better stamina for jump roping and running when I was younger, and I was also a lot more flexible; I used to be able to bend all the way backwards and also have my toes reach my head while on my stomach.

Would you take the advice you give others? I usually don’t. I find that I’m better at giving advice than actually following through with them.

What did you have for lunch yesterday? I just had my leftover sushi. I didn’t want to eat all 24 that I ordered from the other night in one go, so I saved a little more than half of it for yesterday.

What's one thing that you would change about yourself physically? I’d go for the obvious and have my front teeth straightened, so I can finally stop feeling conscious about it.

What song has made you cry? Life Goes On by BTS.

How would you define success? Accomplishment of something for which I could be proud of myself.

Who was the craziest teacher you've ever had? Ironically, it was my Christianity teacher in grade school. Crazy old man who flipped out and humiliated students who didn’t bring their own box of crayons to school, and he also made me feel sexually violated when I encountered him shortly after my high school graduation.

Do you think the Earth will face an apocalypse one day? I don’t think so.

What's the last thing you got paid to do? Work.

What's the one thing you could eat everyday? Sushi.

What do you hate about yourself? How frugal I can be, especially towards myself. Buy yourself nice things sometimes, @robyn hahahaha

What's your favorite alcoholic drink? Long Island Iced Tea. Or tequila.

Are you hyper today? No, but I was yesterday for Bang Bang Con haha. It was my first BTS event as a new fan and I had so much fun :(

Does Bzoink need an upgrade? I don’t mind what it looks like now. I don’t think they ever changed it ever since I first started visiting the site in 2009 anyway, and I’ve already gotten used to the layout. It’s easy enough to navigate.

Do you have a Millsberry account? No. I’m not sure I even know what that is.

Do you have a Neopets account? I didn’t, but I had an offline Neopets game on one of my old phones that I liked to play as a kid.

What's your life philosophy? I don’t really follow a specific one and let it serve as a guide all my actions. I just do whatever I think is right and what would help both me and the people around me.

What was the last thing you talked to your friends about? Angela and I were just talking about BTS lol. She was the one who reeled me in :((

If you are interested in going out with someone, what do you do? I simply like staying physically close to them and doing nice things for them. I’m not very expressive when it comes to this; I just let my actions speak for themselves.

Do you ever go to the beach? Yeah, of course. I love the beach. I’ve been aching for a trip for well over a year.

Would you rather have a cup of coffee, tea, or hot chocolate? Coffee.

How's your hair looking right now? I washed it last night, so it looks okay.

What's something your mother always says? Well these days, she always reminds us to spray alcohol and disinfectant spray every time a delivery for someone in the family arrives. Which is an understandable thing to nag us about.

What's something your dad always says? He doesn’t really have a catchphrase, though these days he does like sharing about the funny or educational videos he’s been seeing on TikTok.

What's your favorite thing to wear? Tank tops or airy oversized shirts.

Have you ever had a near-death experience? Nope.

What do you order at Starbucks? Grande iced caramel macchiato + whatever pastry they have that I happen to be in the mood for.

What kind of exercise do you enjoy? Taking a walk with my dogs.

What's the worst injury you've ever had, and what was it from? The infection/wound I got from when I went snorkeling without flippers and ended up grazing my left foot against coral reefs one too many times.

Do you still have any of your childhood toys? If so, what? Nope, my mom threw them all out as I grew up and when we moved in to our current house.

Did you have a Precious Moments colouring book? No, I’m also not sure what that is.

Don't you miss being 13? No, puberty wasn’t exactly a fun time as there was a lot of emotional turmoil happening.

How'd you react to receiving your very first pimple? I didn’t keep a journal entry or anything from that day but I would imagine I was surprised and horrified.

Are you spoiled? Only when it’s deserved. My parents have stopped buying things for me since I now earn for myself, but back when I was younger I will say I was the most pampered out of us siblings. That said, I still made sure I worked hard for whatever it is I was asking from them, like promising them straight As for a quarter or semester in class.

What's your favorite day of the week? Friday.

What room of your house do you spend the most time in? My own. I’m back to working there again since I’ve started to find the dining room noisy.

Do you believe in the death penalty? Only for extreme offenses.

Do you have MSN, Yahoo, or Skype? I don’t have accounts on any of these.

What is your biggest turn-on? Continued from...sometime last weekend? I think? Thighs or fingers.

If you could be anywhere in the world right now, where would you be? I’d rather be in a not-stuck-in-a-pandemic world altogether, to be honest.

Do you ever have any problems just *moving on*? At first, because I hate change and try to resist it as much as I can. Assessing myself in the last few months though, it looks like I’m much better at moving on with my life as I thought.

Do you collect anything? I collect BTS merch now...my collection is gradually getting bigger hahaha. I currently have all 7 of their Cold Brew Lattes, then I recently placed an order for their most recent album. Once I finish all the coffee I’ll move on to the Hot Brew ones, then I plan to buy 1-2 albums per month until I complete my collection, then move on to the DVDs, magazines, and other novelty merch. ZERO REGRETS

If you saw a shooting star, what would you wish on it? Sustained happiness.

Do you like rollercoasters? I’ve never ridden one and I don’t plan to.

What's the most romantic thing you've ever done for someone else? Get them a customized locket/necklace. Either that or make a video compiling greetings and photos with friends when I had no clue how to edit videos and had to learn from scratch.

How do you celebrate Halloween? I don’t strictly observe it, but when I do it’s usually because someone else organizes a party for it. Last year my company had a Halloween party, then the year before that Rita’s sister invited us to their college party, etc.

Who is your favorite villain? Gus Fring from Breaking Bad.

Do you have a favorite coloring book artist? I have a couple of Steve McDonald coloring books; I like his works because they’re gigantic and yet super detailed. Keeps me occupied (if I ever do color) :)

How many pairs of shoes do you own? Idk, I think around 10 would be a safe guess.

Have you ever wanted to model? I did, back in middle school. That was when VSFS was still a thing and I had wanted to be like those girls lol.

When you want to unwind, how do you relax? Light up a scented candle, take surveys, and, lately, watch whatever BTS content I feel like consuming hehe.

How do you react when someone you know's having a freak out? Try to calm them down as best as I can and make sure they aren’t hurting themselves.

Have you ever seen someone have a seizure? No.

Do you have a phobia? Cockroaches and any sharp points.

Who is your hero? I don’t have one.

If you were to commit a crime, what would it be? No thanks.

Have you ever used drugs? Nothing beyond caffeine, nicotine, pills I take for headaches.

How would you define what you want out of life? Self-satisfaction, I guess.

What's your favorite car? A Mini Countryman.

#survey #surveys

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fmdxsujiarchive · 4 years

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summary: a close producer tells suji the story of his twenty year-old niece falling in love with her first boyfriend, and it takes suji back to the days when she was young, stupid but in love date: multiple times around june to july word count: 2,205 words, excluding the lyrics notes: creative claims (full lyrics & composition) verification self-para for one day of twenty! not name-dropped but some very vague mentions of jae 👀

it’s been a couple of weeks since she’s submitted 26 for confirmation. the feedback that she received from the couple of in-house producers about the song had been overly positive. they say that they’re proud that she’s ventured into something a bit different and that going for a rock ballad style doesn’t sound too bad for her next album. suji knows that they’re mostly teasing her, but she appreciates the genuine support that she’s been receiving. she really wouldn’t be anywhere close to a singer songwriter if all these people surrounding her hadn’t been so helpful and supporting.

she’s mumbling on about how many she should go find herself an actual studio to work in other than her home studio so that she doesn’t have to borrow equipment from a bunch of people inside the company when the producer that’s been allowing her to use his studio walks back in. he’s brought in some food, and she almost forgets how she hasn’t eaten in about five hours. she gives him a quick thanks.

“hey, so my niece is turning twenty soon, and i was wondering what twenty year-old girls would like? i literally have nobody else to ask but you, suji-yah.” the look on his face tells her enough that he’s quite desperate for some advice, and she can’t help but chuckle as she takes a fry out from the bag.

“i haven’t been twenty in so long, oppa,” she replies with a slight hum. “the most typical presents are roses, perfume and a kiss. i’m positive she doesn’t want the last one from you so maybe perfume? just go to olive young and ask them what’s popular these days with college freshmen. i’m sure they’ll be more than ecstatic to help you.” there was nothing special that she received on her turning of age day so she wouldn’t be too much help.

“my sister—her mom—tells me she has a boyfriend already though so she’ll probably be getting all that from him anyway. isn’t there something more useful?” suji can’t help but laugh at the look of disgust that’s on minwoo’s face as he talks about his niece’s boyfriend. her sister hasn’t blessed her as the position of an aunt just yet, but she thinks she’ll probably understand the feeling one day.

“if you want to be useful to both your sister and your niece, i say get her a laptop. that’s useful for college freshmen.” that seems to do it for him because he immediately whips out his phone and types on it. she assumes he’s making a note to himself or looking up laptops. either way, he seems to have hit the jackpot so she swivels her chair around back to the computer.

she’s pulled up an older beat that she’s had drafted since preparations for her first mini album. it wasn’t polished enough then to be released as an actual song, but it was a soft beat that she enjoyed, and so she’d been working on it for a couple of days now, trying to polish it up so that it actually sounded like a song.

“that sounds nice, suji. almost like a softer version of 26.” suji turns back around at the sound of minwoo’s voice with a raised brow because she hadn’t considered it like that before. the background sounds are quite repetitive as she’d been hoping to keep it minimal with the instrumentation, but now that he mentioned it, she could hear the similarities. “i guess? it has a lot less guitar though because i’m not trying to write another rock song, trust me. 26 was difficult enough though jaehyuk oppa was helpful when it came to the guitar in that one.”

he gets his eyes off of his phone to walk over to the screen. “yeah, but i think where the beat falls is pretty similar. not that it’s a bad thing. i actually think if you were to finish this, it’d go well in an album with 26. that is if gold star confirms 26 which they’d be stupid not to.” she gives him a light punch on the arm out of pure embarrassment from the compliment.

“okay, yeah, my sister definitely wants the laptop. i think she just doesn’t want to buy one herself for her daughter. speaking of my niece, apparently she’s head over heels for this boyfriend. it’s her first boyfriend so can you blame her?” she can see that he’s trying to brush it off like it’s not bothering him, but she can see the clenched jaws as well as how he’s tapping the soundboard a bit too rapidly. “i think everybody thinks they’re in love at that age.”

he nods in agreement before telling her how he needs to leave. she nods goodbye at him, and he doesn’t forget to give her one last burst of encouragement about how nice the composition sounds, and she gives him a thumbs up in response.

now that her distraction was gone, she went back to the composition at hand. it was almost finished, but after minwoo had implanted the idea that it was similar to 26 but softer, she couldn’t help but wonder if it was the right decision to keep taking it. the instruments used are different, but the direction and sequence of things was similar. she puts it on repeat a couple of times before coming to the decision that she still likes how raw it sounds as it was originally drafted back when she was beginning to learn how to compose. she’ll take his words as meaning that her sound just really hasn’t changed too much.

the volume of the background instrumentals don’t shift throughout the whole song, and she likes that about it. she continues to add a few new sounds as the song progresses, but it returns back to the original composition that she had in the very beginning at the end. the song progresses like it’s telling a story and that after the climax, it comes to a resolution just as it began. just the way she likes it.

the completed composition is a step up from its very first original draft she created back in early 2019. she knows that her upcoming album is going to be released late into the year, and she thinks the way the muted bells and other instruments work together reminds her of walking on a fresh blanket of white snow.

she hopes that it’s how others perceive the song as well.

she’s on stand by in the middle of filming and hanging out in her car to avoid the harsh sunlight when she decides that she’s already memorized all five of her lines, and that’d she would like to use her time a little more productively. she takes out her cellphone as well as the notebook she keeps with her at all times in case she gets a burst of inspiration.

she’s scrolling through her list of compositions that are naked without lyrics when she gets a kakaotalk from minwoo.

[ hey! my niece really loved the laptop so thanks a lot, suji! but she’s always on a date with her boyfriendㅠㅠㅠ i miss when she was seven ]

suji can’t contain her laughter at the whiny text, and she’s lucky that she’s the only one in the car right now. it would have been embarrassing to explain what she was laughing so hard about if anybody was around. leaning back onto the car seat, she tries to think back to her own life back when she was twenty. what was it like? was it as great of a transition as people make it out to be?

twenty would mean six years ago which was exactly when she first debuted with fuse. she doesn’t remember any feelings of being in love around that time or really falling for anybody. all she can remember is the nerves she felt from performing on stage and just overall from being a rookie in the industry. looking back at the text that minwoo sent her, she smiles because his niece seems to be living the life.

twenty.

it’s made out to be some extravagant age, but nothing really changes much. however, korea seems to put a lot of emphasis onto the age. you’re suddenly allowed to drink, stay out during later hours and buy lottery tickets. though it also means you no longer can pay a discounted fare for the subway and bus, and that you’re suddenly thrown into a bigger society that’s no longer just school.

but she can’t help but be a little jealous of minwoo’s niece. to feel like you’ve fallen so deep in love that you can’t live without your significant other though they’re both young. people grow out of love as quickly as they fall in love. she hears stories of how people were in the most beautiful relationships as college freshmen right when they hit twenty, and then they go through nasty breakups and then all marry someone else. however, when she hears those stories, the same people who curse their boyfriend or girlfriend at the same time also tell her that it was a meaningful time of their lives.

perhaps that’s what’s so beautiful about being twenty.

being allowed to do wild things, throw yourself into all these relationships but then look back at it and excuse yourself because you were young. because you were fresh, and you didn’t know any better.

you know, there’s nobody i like so much these days that it makes my heart burst not since that blue summer of our’s that we passed through and suddenly faced breaking up

there’s that feeling that exists when you first fall in love where you feel like you can’t live without the other person, and that you’re going to be with them forever. though she wasn’t twenty when she first felt it, she remembers the butterflies she felt as well as the way her cheeks would flush up at the mere thought of him. now suji looks back at it and laughs because just like minwoo’s niece, she was simply young and stupid but equally in love. loving at that age isn’t invalid, and that’s what she wants to tell minwoo, but she also understands why adults are quick to tell their adolescent children that nothing will actually last forever at that age. sure, there are the exceptions but most people are born as the rule anyway.

the moment you turned away from me that night i cried alone so hard that i couldn’t breathe i’m still here the same

what was love to me back then? somehow i don’t think i can love again

suji never actually confessed because the crush came and went, but she thinks that if she weren’t living her life as an idol, and that she was some regular college freshmen going through a breakup with her first love, this is how she would feel. somehow after losing your first love, you’re left with the thought that you can no longer love again. it’s only years later or when you’re meeting someone else that you tell yourself that it was such a silly thought to have. again, it’s the perks of being young. of being twenty.

back then when it was thrilling and clear back then when the whole world was brilliant that time when i cried alone and hurt back then, at that time

one day in my twenties that seemed like it would last forever

it’s like the butterflies are back in her stomach as she writes down the lyrics as if she’s writing a boyfriend to some non-existent ex-boyfriend from her younger days. there’s a specific face that comes to mind that she does her best to try to erase because she knows it’s foolish; she knows that she’s completely over that now. she doesn’t feel her heart fluttering anymore around him, and she doesn’t blush at his every touch like she used to. or at least she doesn’t think she does.

suji makes a mental note to herself to thank minwoo—or more like his niece—for being the inspiration to this song. if he hadn’t walked in on her that day and asked for the present recommendation as well as whine about how in love his twenty year-old niece was right now, she doesn’t think she would have been inspired to finish the song.

it goes well with the soft instrumentals of the song, and she likes the way that it can act as a key to locked up memories that people most likely have of their first love, their first relationship, and their first heartbreak.

a lot of people like to think that when they turn twenty, they magically turn into complete adults. they go above and beyond to prove that they can care for themselves only to look back at those days about five or six years later and cringe, kicking the blankets as they try to go to sleep with those memories in their head.

but there’s a nice, cringey emotion that comes with the memory of coming of age. twenty, while legally now an adult, is a transition between still being young and learning more about yourself and the world. not just in love but all around.

she scribbles little doodles and hearts around her finished lyrics just like she would back in school and closes the notebook with a satisfied smile. perhaps if this song makes it onto her next album, it’ll become one of her favorites.

#fmdverification #( ♡ * // self para: happiness. )

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kaptain-k-pop · 4 years

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(13/13) Now on to the new mission (which is about to be old real quick sorry 😭 I’ll try to get better at replying in a timely manner). How about Adore U, Mansae, Pretty U, Very Nice, Clap, and Call Call Call? I hope you’re having a good week so far! ❤️

Omg don't even worry about it!!! look at how long it took me to finish answering all of these (I'm so sorry, I had a busy week and totally forgot that I didn't finish answering this last one!!)

Okay, so

Adore U: What’s your favorite aesthetic?

Hmmm I like lots of different aesthetics, one that I really appreciate is cute but also i'll-fuck-you-up vibes? lmao. Like wearing my leather jacket with a cute skirt and a bow or when I have my nails done all pretty and I'm cleaning them out with my pocket knife, lol. I also like listening to loud/heavy/aggressive/rock/punk/rap things like that in my headphones while I'm knitting or crocheteting because I find the idea of people seeing this tiny girl knitting a sweater and being like 'I wonder what she's listening to?' And it's like, secretly Day6, or Dreamcatcher, or MCR, or something very humorous 😂😂😂

Mansae: What is something you really want right now?

Other than a government that doesn't make me feel more and more frustrated and hopeless about the future every day I wake up? Haha. Ha...

Okay on a less melodramatic note, I used to have a debit account that I opened at a bank in the town I went to college in, but since I'll no longer be living in that town obviously I closed the account before I left. And so now the only card I have in my wallet is one that's attached to an account that's in my dad's name (he gave it to me for gas when I started driving so I wouldn't have to worry about carrying cash on me for gas, and I've been the only one who uses it since then) and I do have cash, and most of the time I pat for things in cash but when it comes to buying things online *cough*likekpopalbums*cough* you need a card to pay for that... and the only card I have in my wallet is my 'gas card' since I closed my debit account when I moved back home... so whatever I use that card for my dad can see because that account is still under his name, and I mean I have the cash for it in my own savings it's just the the actual online transaction requires a card and currently the only card I have is to an account he can see... 👀

so I really need to set up a new debit account at the bank in my hometown so that I can have a card that I can use to spend my money without my dad knowing about all of my purchases

And so that he doesn't get emails like "we think that this $140 charge is probably fraud" and then me having to be like "haha no, that's your disappointment of a daughter trying to buy kpop albums 😅" and having to explain to him why on God's green earth I am Like This™ ahdhsksagdhskdjdj

Tl;Dr: I wanna set up a new debit account so that I'll be able to spend (my own) money without my dad knowing about the things I buy 😅

Pretty U: If you were to write a book, what would it be about?

Hmmm, I've never thought about writing a book 🤔 I do write poetry (sometimes, when I feel like I have a good idea) so maybe a book of poetry? Although when I took a poetry workshop class in college we had to complete a portfolio to submit at the end of the semester so I had to have like, 18 poems that I was happy with written by the end of the semester to put in a booklet, and that was a little challenging for me because I'm a chronic procrastinator and a lazy perfectionist... 👀 so it might be a struggle for me to write a whole book of poems and be happy enough with it to get it published, lol 😂

Very Nice: What has made you happy recently?

My sister moved out in May and has been living in a house near her college with some of her sorority sisters this summer (cause that's where they're gonna live during the school year) so I haven't really seen her much at all for a while, aside from short visits, usually with her boyfriend tagging along (and I like him! He's very sweet, I don't mind when he comes home with her, it's just that I haven't really had much time spent with just Maren and my parents in a really long time), but we're going on a little mini-family trip to Wisconsin this week so I'm gonna get to spend some time with her and that makes me happy :)

(Also my favorite beer is only sold in Wisconsin so that's also an extra bonus of this trip... 👀👀👀 lol)

Clap: What’s the most recent show you’ve binge watched?

I'm currently binge watching Touch Your Heart and it's soooo good!!!

The last thing I fully finished bingeing was Strangers From Hell/Hell is Other People..... so that's, a very abrupt turn around 😂😂😂

Other than kdramas my mom and I recently finished bingeing Parks and Rec together! Haha

Call Call Call!: What is the last meme you saved on your phone?

This probably doesn't count as a meme, but it is my most recently saved pick and dear Lord is it relatable:

Lmao,

This is my most recent meme, and I think by now I've gone on enough tangents that you're probably well aware of my tendency to overshare akdhdlskd:

#relatable

I'm so sorry that I blanked on this!!! How about you? (except the meme one obviously, unless you wanna describe it I guess?? lmao, up to you 🤷) I hope that you've been doing well!!! 💗

#caratanonevent #💎 anon #kaptain's mailbag

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artificialqueens · 5 years

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if we have eachother (Branjie/Scyvie/Everyone) 1/5 - PinkGrapefruit

chapter one. in which family means chaos

A/N - hey guys! i finished this way before i thought i would (but please don’t hold your breath for the next chapter) and i wasn’t expecting to go soooobranjie but ah well - shit happens. Thanks to Frey and Meggie for putting up with my ass (and Saiph for validating me early on) (and Clanjie for the idea) and lets get on with the show!

Vanessa names his kids after ’The Notebook’ characters because ‘well, I want them to be happy and find love and shit’ and they live in a bubble for a few months between the end of August and the season eleven announcements. It’s anything less than calm and a learning curve and a half before he sleeps full nights again (when he does, he’s got Allie under one arm and Noah on his back, but he’s never been happier). He cuts down his drag shows and leans on his sisters a little for support, A’keria talks him through the little things his research didn’t prepare him for - how they don’t like being alone and can’t quite understand when they’re being addressed because their old family wasn’t ideal. He never cries in front of them, only drinks a glass of wine every few nights, alone on his couch. Brooke is around when he can be, all 6’3 of a Canadian man who becomes just so soft around the kids - they don’t know of their Papa’s relationship with Uncle Brooke. It’s for the better as then again, they’re three.

Then season eleven premieres and his world is turned back on its head, moments filtering through his mind like sand particles until everything makes it through the hourglass. He spends more time away from his kids than he would ever want to, but still manages to read them a bedtime story over Facetime. They celebrate their birthday in early March (and Brooke triumphantly reminds Vanessa that his kids are Pisces). It’s a family affair and they - a good handful of season ten and eleven sisters - go to the beach, Noah staying safely in the embrace of Nina while Allie jumps waves with Scarlet and Yvie. Brooke and Vanessa stay under the giant umbrellas, watching the kids as they wonder how they got this lucky. The twins may not be in any relation with Brooke, by relationship or blood, but he takes pride in knowing he was one of their first people, that means more than any crown he could win. The Latino regularly fields questions about how he co-parents with an ex but the answer is more complicated than it might seem, so he keeps his mouth shut and watches his son be spun around on the other man’s back, flying.

It’s a moment of solitude in a time that is far too busy for his liking. He longs for days back in the summer when he would sit in the garden, watch them run around until they fell onto the warm grass. Ice cream and dance parties and the smell of freshly washed baby hair - apple shampoo.

He’s doing okay, he swears, as he juggles Allie and Noah between Alexis and A’keria and anyone else who’s in town at the time. Then he books four straight weeks in California and he’s doing better. It runs all the way up to Drag Con and then they start the tour, something which - against all odds - he can bring the twins on. It’s going to take a village but he’s endlessly excited for the upcoming months.

He makes tiny matching jackets and buys them light up sneakers, takes them to a mini street dance class at the local community centre, and while Allie takes to it like a fish to water, he watches Noah struggle. When they get home, the kids are still singing ‘The Greatest Show’ (who decided that was a good street dance song, he will never know), and he tries on a few outfits for them. Noah’s personal favourite is the strings on his thigh-high lace-up heels. Dressed in the reunion outfit and a random pink wig of Allie’s choice, they spend the early afternoon dancing in the living room to RuPaul songs till the twins are exhausted enough for a nap. He has to carry them upstairs one by one, laying each on their bed and removing the sneakers so that they sleep better. He tucks them in, presses kisses to their foreheads, and returns to his drag studio to tidy up the mess they made.

When he hears clumsy footsteps in the hall, he turns and finds a tiny little brunette staring at him. She’s got eyes that encompass oceans, big and blue and they’re streaming as she sniffles, hugging her ballet bear (a present from Brooke) close to her. He takes two big strides and envelops her fragile frame in his, whispering words of comfort as little hands grip into his vest. “Shhhh Allie-baby,” he coos, hates hearing her cry. “‘C’mon baby girl, it’s okay.” - umber meets cerulean as he pulls her away slightly, facing her. “What happened?”

The girl balls her tiny fist around one of his vest straps, mumbles a soft and muffled “Papa,” into his torso before sniffling.

He sets her down and holds out a hand, walking her back to her bedroom like his mama always taught him to treat women. He sets her on her bed and looks at her softly. “C’mon boo, we gonna have a story?” She perks up a little, relaxes her grip on the teddy bear as she snuggles under the covers. Vanessa is momentarily impressed by how Noah is still asleep.

“Once upon a time, there was a queen called Miss Vanjie -”

Vanessa is endlessly surprised at how people step up if you let them. It’s the second week of the tour and he’s almost run out of easy ways to entertain the twins, has let them watch more YouTube than he is proud of and begins to wonder how anyone thought it was a good idea to bring them on tour (he forgets this every night when he shares a double bed with them and wakes up to them cuddled into him like a giant teddy bear). His silence comes when they are napping in his and Brooke’s respective bus bunks one afternoon, the two men happily drinking their coffees and doing absolutely nothing at all.

“You do know they’ll all help if you let them,” points out Brooke, after a while. He vaguely gestures to their sisters, lounging around the bus in various states of disarray. The shorter man just shrugs and sips his coffee.

“They’re my kids,” he says after a while. “I don’t want to inconvenience anyone.” He states it like it’s fact, like it’s at all a justification - it’s not, as far as Brooke is concerned.

“Yes,” he formulates carefully, “but we’d rather hang out with the tiny humans than be annoyed with them?”

Vanessa sighs - for not the first time in their fractured relationship, the older man is right.

So he lets people help. After their nap, Nina takes the twins into the venue with her - plays ‘Drag Is Magic’ over the loudspeakers while everything is set up around them. The shorter man watches proudly from the balcony as his kids dance to his spelling bee song, yelling the lyrics to the whole album after a couple of shows. It becomes a routine, and then afterwards, Vanessa pulls out some healthy snacks and they sit on their laps as Uncle Nina and their Papa discuss the political state of America.

Michelle walks in on this one day, the adults’ legs dangling off the stage as Allie and Noah shovel watermelon into their mouths. She looks on in pride as she sees a young man she knew could do great things, transform in front of her eyes into someone special.

On the afternoon of the Chicago show, Vanessa comes back from his rehearsal to find Scarlet performing a fashion show with the twins, Noah twirling around in Yvie’s yellow kaftan as the respective queen watch on in hysterics. The small boy is drowning in the floaty material and almost falls twice as Yvie keeps catching him. Allie’s dark hair holds a denim mane (that, in turn, is being held just above her head by Scarlet so that it doesn’t fall off). He pauses at the door for a second or two, takes in the couple as they play around with his kiddos - ‘Sissy that Walk’ blasting through a wireless speaker as they prance like lunatics.

“You two are gonna make great dads,” he teases when the song stops, winking at the men as he hoists Allie onto his hip.

Scarlet holds two fingers up in a suck-it motion and Yvie cackles loudly, as she attempts to remove her outfit from the bouncing little boy. Once she succeeds, she ruffles his hair triumphantly before leading him to the door.

“It’s been a pleasure, Vanj,” she says as Scarlet loops an arm around her waist.

“Yeah, they can bask in my excellence anytime,” adds the other queen, deadpan.

“Yeah, right bitch,” retorts Vanessa, covering Noah’s ears as Allie snuggles further into his hoodie. “Thanks though.”

Noah waves as they leave the dressing room, returning to the safe haven of his and Brooke’s where there are blankets on the chairs, toys on the floor and most importantly, Uncle Brooke.

Brooke promises to teach Noah ballet after Vanessa had a wine-fuelled rant about how ‘that boy is so fucking clumsy I swear he’s gonna give his Papa a heart attack, holy Jesus’. He sits in an empty dressing room with the kid and holds his waist while he gets him to point one foot. He might be four but he’s a quick learner and pretty soon the man has him in a nice first position. Calmer than his sister, Noah has a special place in Brooke’s heart - always considering him as taking after him more so than his Papa. They take a break after ten minutes and the boy snuggles into the Canadian’s side, warm body on cool shirt - his dark hair soft on his arm.

He takes him out for pizza afterwards, his treat (Allie and Vanessa went to a pop-up mini hip hop class so Brooke has free control). He wipes the sauce from the boy’s mouth, cuts up the pizza into smaller pieces for him and, not for the first time, feels like this is his son. It stings a little, knowing he could have had this, but resuming his place as favourite uncle helped clean over the wound a little.

On their way out, Brooke sits Noah on his shoulders, tiny hands curling into his hair. A woman bumps his arm,

“Your son is adorable,” she says and while it’s surely meant kindly it feels like someone poured a glass of ice water down his back. He nods politely, Canadian coolness running over him as he moves past.

“Papa!” calls Noah from atop his shoulders and he stops with a start. He takes a deep breath, followed by a heavy swallow before the boy speaks again.

“BrookeBrooke!” the man swings the boy around so his legs are around his waist.

“Yes, honey?” he responds eyes all warmth and kindness and furlongs of love.

“I can see Papa!”

The man swings Noah back onto his shoulders before looking around curiously. Sure enough, coming towards them from across the street are Vanessa and Allie, smiling like Cheshire cats. He raises an eyebrow but it doesn’t stop the smirk developing on his face.

With practised ease, Vanessa gently pulls Noah off Brooke’s shoulders while Brooke swings Allie onto his back. “Heya, Baby Girl,” he coos as she wraps her short arms around his neck. The warm caramel of her skin a contrast against his own Canadian pale.

He gives a familiar nod to the other man, “Hey, boo,” and they return to the theatre in easy silence. Nothing needs to be said that they both don’t already know - he can’t tell if it’s better that way.

They all go for a cast dinner. Ariel does the kids’ hair so that Vanessa can get ready in quiet for once but he misses the sound of them. He stands in his hotel room bathroom but cannot help the overwhelming emptiness he feels. Every noise he makes feels like it carries on forever - endless within the confines of the small room. He keeps flicking his eyes up to the mirror out of habit, watches the bed in the reflection like it is going to jump at him. He’s so distracted that he cuts himself shaving, feels the blood dripping down his neck before he refocuses enough to look. He moves to Ariel’s bathroom instead.

When he gets there, he hears a familiar Canadian voice through the door.

“I must save you, prince Noah!” comes the enthusiastic cry, followed by squeals of laughter.

“It’s Queen Noah,” his son replies, diving comically onto the double bed as Vanessa opens the door.

Allie and Ariel watch as the queen tries to coerce his daughter’s hair into a braid of some sorts - the look of concentration is comical as Allie keeps laughing at Brooke’s antics. He smiles, a contented smile and moves through to the bathroom, finishes getting ready in something close to peace (but loud and annoying and full of so much joy).

After the meal, Brooke and a couple of the others head to a nearby bar. He flirts recklessly with different men for a few hours, downing whatever shots they buy him and dances till his feet hurt. It doesn’t quite feel right, but it’s okay - he’s content.

Or at least he thinks he is as he turns around from a particularly attractive Puerto Rican man to see Yvie and Scarlet waving frantically at him from the bar. He mutters an apology and leaves a neat kiss on the man’s cheek before wandering over there. He’s three tequilas down and doesn’t particularly care but they’re looking at him and not each other so he assumes something must be wrong.

Something is.

They show him Scarlet’s phone (which he cannot read right now) and shout things at him that he loses the meaning of the second he hears ‘Noah’ and ‘hospital’.

He’s always thought it was a cliché when people in movies say that time stands still. Never really been impressed by the shots of the flashing lights and muffled screams, but this? This feels like a car crash in slow-motion, two trains going off the rails, a hurricane with no preparation, a fireball fired at a wooden house. It is plummeting down a hill with no pedals, no handlebars, just falling - it is too scary to be flying.

Yvie offers to drive - knows that if she doesn’t, Brooke will try and he is infinitely too drunk to do that. She gets them to the ER significantly quicker than their satnav tells them they will - cuts corners, runs a red light or two but Brooke cannot find it within him to care (Scarlet enjoys it way too much).

When they arrive, the Canadian jumps out of the car with a fervour, runs headlong into the building, grabbing onto the reception desk as he stops.

“Hi, sorry,” he heaves, partially nerves, fully out of breath from the cardio. “Noah Mateo?”

The woman sighs with disinterested boredom. “Yes, waiting room.” she says, gesturing vaguely to the open seating behind him. He turns, eyes scanning frantically, trying to locate him.

They lock eyes, Brooke racing over and pulling the shorter man into a hug, warm and long. He pulls away every so slightly before pushing his nose into the other man’s hair and inhaling deeply the smell of his cologne.

“I’m so- I’m sorry, baby,” he mutters, muffled by Vanessa’s hair. He exhales but pulls him in tighter, arms winding around him as his tears wet his white button down. They pull apart so that Vanessa can blow his nose and Brooke immediately turns on his heels to face the little girl. She’s sitting on one of the hard plastic chairs, tear tracks down her face as A’keria runs her hand through the braid Ariel had done so nicely. He kneels in front of her, takes each small hand in his.

“Allie,” he says, long, drawn out and soft. “Baby.”

She surges forwards to hug him, her petite body barely the length of his torso and he holds her close as he stands up,her head tucked into the crook of his neck. Vanessa loops an arm around his waist and leans into him for support - they must look quite like a family, he supposes blankly.

“What happened?” He asks, quiet but serious, as he thumbs Allie’s back.

“Peanuts, apparently - the woman was real mean.”

Brooke tilts his head a little, curious.

“They were on at me ‘cause I should’ve known ‘parently.” He sniffles a bit, head resting on Brooke’s heaving chest. He decides he never wants to let him go.

It’s funny, he later recalls, how emergencies bring you back to the truth. How one awful thing can reset you a little, till you see good things.

“Noah Mateo?” a nurse calls.

The entire cast stands bolt upright as Vanessa steps out of Brooke’s grasp.

“Uhuh,” he says, hoarsely.

“Two people, come with me.”

The shorter man tugs at Brooke’s arm, an invitation of sorts, as Silky unlatches Allie from him. He allows himself to be pulled through the waiting room, not looking at the rest of the families in distress, not wanting to imagine that could’ve been them. Vanessa intertwines their fingers and he squeezes his hand tightly. It’s an “okay”, a “this is going to be alright”, an “I’m here.”

The woman shows them through to a small room where Noah is on a drip; there are not as many tubes as Brooke thought there would be, and he’s so very glad, but even seeing the boy look so small - it hurts in a way he didn’t realise it could. Vanessa’s grip loosens as he breaks away, moving to grip his son’s hand fiercely. He can hear his soft murmurs as Brooke takes the opposite chair, stroking the boy’s arm.

“Por Dios. Por Dios. Por Dios.”

“I’m gonna have to make you some arroz con dulce when we get home, baby.”

The shorter man looks up at him and smiles. It’s tired, like all his energy has been removed and he’s running on coffee for the third day, but he feels the warmth in it nonetheless.

“I’m grateful you came, Brock.”

As he looks into Vanessa’s eyes, wind meeting earth, he knows there is no place he’d rather be.

They don’t discuss it until three days later when they are back in LA and the kids are at A’keria’s with Silky. Vanessa would be lying if he said that that assuaged all of his fears of leaving his kids alone, but it certainly saved some of them.

Brooke comes over and they drink wine on his couch watching ’Pretty Woman’ and discussing nothing and everything all at once. Vanessa cries at the ending (as he had every time he’s made Brooke watch it) and the taller man hands him a tissue before the tears start rolling. He smiles a wet smile and shuffles a little, so his legs touch the other man’s. As the end credits roll, he mutes the TV, facing Brooke head on.

“We, we should talk ‘bout this,” he says, calm and collected.

Brooke sits up straighter, back cracking as he moves to be more comfortable.

“Yeah,” he drawls slightly.

Vanessa nods at him to continue.

“I know we had our issues, but-but I love these kids. And I want to be here for them.”

“I don’t think I’m seeing your point,” responds the Puerto Rican - he is, but he needs him to say it.

“I want this. I want us.”

“How do I know you ‘ain’t just gonna leave again? How, Brock?”

The other man hesitates and Vanessa keeps talking.

“There are kids involved now, I need you to understand this shit.”

“I know,” the Canadian concedes. “You better believe I will protect those kids with my life.”

“That’s not the point though. What’s different now?” This stumps Brooke as the other man gets more and more frustrated. He’s tired and upset and wants this more than anything but there is more on the line than a title and some money. There is life - human life filled with blood and flesh and emotions and love and he can’t just offer that up as collateral.

Brooke reaches out across the invisible canyon that spans the sofa, grabs his hand in an oblivion that he doesn’t quite know how to talk his way through.

“My mama always taught me not to make promises I can’t keep,” and Vanessa’s heart breaks a little.

“But I promise those kids will be my priority until the day I fucking die.”

Vanessa hums a little, his face a mix between unhappy acceptance and overwhelmed. He’s been watching Brooke through this, hopeful but always a little cautious. His heart is telling him to jump this man’s bones run to Brooke, to hold on and never let go. But his head has reservations.

Brooke can sense the apprehension from miles off, smells it like a wolf sniffing out its prey. He wants to hold him and promise the world but he’s already done that - those kids are his world.

“Whatever freedom I have doesn’t compare to how I feel when I’m with you, José, and if I can’t have that, I don’t want anyone.”

It’s the straw that breaks the camel’s back, the boulder that sets off the avalanche, as Vanessa surges forward to wrap his arms around his neck, pushing Brooke’s back into the cushions of the sofa.

“I would have taken you back at the promise,” he mutters, smiling into his neck.

“I would have waffled until the end of time,” replies the other man, a grin adorning his face. It suits him, Vanessa decides as he pulls back.

“FUCK, SHIT, FUCK!” he exclaims suddenly. “WE NEED TO PICK UP THE KIDS.”

The inclusion of ‘we’ doesn’t go unnoticed as Brooke dies laughing on the couch, the man’s sudden change of mood utterly hilarious to him.

“HURRY YOUR ASS UP, BROCK, OR THERE WILL BE NO COOKIES.”

They arrive at A’keria’s stressed and tired, LA traffic still too much for the both of them. When Silky opens the door (with a raised eyebrow at the pair who look on sheepishly), the twins rush out to meet them. It’s late, and Vanessa should be mad that they’re not asleep but as he watches them tackle Brooke to the ground - he realises he doesn’t care.

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and here’s the 8th chapter. it’s Jacksn’s birthday, and yes that was the hashtag they used for his birthday! anyways, happy reading and kthxbai, Admin Lia~

Melanie was at the Cheongdam supermarket buying ingredients to make two types of cakes and while picking out those items she indulged in other things. "Hmm, I do have Serena's card and she did say I could buy whatever I wanted." A Cheshire cat smile appeared on her face as she also picked out some chips, some other snacks, and drinks she's been craving as of late that Serena didn't have at the house. Once she got everything she made her way to the check out. What Melanie didn't pay attention to was that the line she went to where the cashier was a familiar face she's been trying to avoid since meeting him a few weeks ago. When Melanie realized that fact it was already too late to move to another lane as she was next after the family of four got through.

"Chaewon-ah, hello. It's good to see you here. I didn't think I would ever see you again." Kyungtae greeted her with a bright smile and Melanie cringed on the inside at his use of familiarity when they weren't that close at all. Actually, you saw me just this morning before my class started, she thought in her head, but plastered on a smile regardless. "Kyungtae-goon. Hi." "I thought I told you to call me oppa even though I know you're older than me." The older male frown upon the formal greeting he received from the female as he rang up her order. "Ah, yeah," She lamely let out, "Anyways, I didn't know you work here." "I started last week." He flashed her another smile. "Now I have another reason to come to work knowing you shop here."

Melanie groaned inwardly at the male's words, but cast Kyungtae a meek smile. "I see." Kyungtae finished ringing up Melanie's order and started to bag it as well. "So, Chaewon, my shift ends in like three hours. Do you want to do something later when I get off?" Melanie slightly panicked and almost froze on the spot, but thought up something quickly. "Oh, sorry, I can't. I have plans with my sister tonight and I'm busy throughout the rest of the week." "Oh, okay." He frowned, but shot the younger woman a hopeful look. "Maybe another time then." "Um yeah, maybe. Well, goodbye." She told him as she gathered up her things and took off without another glance in Kyungtae's direction. "I'm never shopping here again." Melanie muttered to herself as a slight shiver ran down her spine.

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Melanie arrived to an empty apartment. "Where the fuck she go?" She asked to no one in particular as she placed everything in the kitchen and went looking to see if her sister had fallen back asleep. Serena was no where in sight and Melanie let out a sigh as she pulled out her phone to call her. "Hello?" Serena answered on the second ring. "Where are you?" Melanie asked her as she began putting away the groceries. "I went to go see Chloe for a bit. I'll be back soon." "Why didn't you wait for your car?" "Because Chloe was already in Gangnam and we just met up in Sinsa." "Still could have waited or have Chloe come to your place." Melanie mumbled. "It's fine. Chloe says hi." "Okay, tell her hi back. Anyways, I spent like a lot." "I don't doubt it." "But, dude, guess what?" "What?"

"Remember that Kyungtae dude from the group date," Melanie began to tell her story as she turned on Serena's super smart TV while settling herself onto the couch after having put everything away. "I saw him at Zion Market." "No way." "It was so awkward, dude. Like hella awkward. I really hope he's not a stalker." "Just be careful." "No shit, Sherlock." "Just saying. I have that glitterified pepper spray that James bought for me in my room somewhere." "Are you talking about that pink glittery bottle he got you two Christmases ago?" "Yeah. It still works." "I'll think about it." "But yeah, anyways, are Jasmine and Jeannie coming over later tonight?" "Yeah. Jeannie had to talk to the counselor about a few of her classes. Something about the teacher. As for Jasmine, she's finishing up a group project."

"Okay. Do you want anything when I come back?" "Papaho?" "Really? You want pho?" "Hell yeah. I know the twins would want some, too" "I guess." "Aight, thanks." "Will do. Gotta go. Chloe's dragging me to another store.." "Later." Melanie hung up as she used one of the many remotes Serena used for her smart TV. "Alright, what should I watch?" Melanie contemplated on what to watch as she scrolled through the many applications on the screen. Just as she clicked on the DramaFever icon, the Skype app popped up soon afterwards with the caller's name displaying on the screen. "When did Serena get that to do that?" She looked at it confused on how to even pick up the call as it was Mark's username again. "Which remote is it?" The call went to missed and Melanie frown.

The female hit the DramaFever icon when the Skype icon popped up again. "I wonder what he wants." Melanie said as she used all the remotes to answer the call and found the right one just in time. Yugyeom's face appeared instead of Mark's. "Oh, hi Chaewon noona." "Hello Yugyeom. Why are you calling on Mark's name?" "Because Mark hyung's the only one that has Jyongi unnie's Skype contact information." "Oh I see." "Um, where is Jyongri noona?" "She's busy. Where's Mark?" "Hyung went with Jinyoung hyung, Youngjae hyung, and BamBam hyung to do something. It's just me, Jaebeom hyung and Jackson hyung here." "I see. Um, do you need something?" Melanie asked while opening a bag of honey chips. "Not really." "Okay. If that's all you wanted then-"

"Wait, wait!" Another voice interrupted as Jackson appeared. "You can't just hang up and not wish me a happy birthday, noona." "Happy birthday, Jackson." Melanie wished him with a smile as she placed a chip into her mouth. "Okay, goodbye." She waved, but Jackson stopped her again. "Don't be so mean." Jackson pouted. "I thought you were an ahgase?" Melanie laughed at the younger male's reaction. "I am, Jackson. Actually we were going to bake you a cake." "You were, but?" "But we weren't going to see one another to celebrate it either." "What? Who says?" "Aren't you guys busy?" "No, well yeah. We're busy." Jackson confessed as Melanie shook her head with a smile. "Exactly my point, Jackson."

"What did you think of the song, the music video, and the album?" Yugyeom interjected as Melanie grinned. "It's amazing, Yugyeom! The music video is pretty good too, but what's with the ending though?" "It's a secret. You'll just have to wait for the other part." Jackson grinned as Melanie rolled her eyes. "Whatever, Jackson. I still have the songs to listen to." The female smiled as she then flashed the duo her mobile device. "I bought DEPARTURE on iTunes." She then went through her phone to play the FLIGHT LOG: DEPARTURE mini-album. "And Jyongri unnie pre-ordered the albums, too. So I can't wait to see who I get!" "Who's your bias, Chaewon noona?" Yugyeom asked as Jackson was curious, too. "Yeah. Who's your bias?" Melanie grinned at the duo playfully. "Secret."

When Melanie clicked on the album to listen to Fly started to play and Jackson then started rapping his part live. "What are you two doing?" Melanie heard another voice asked the other two. "Just listening to our songs, JB hyung, with Chaewon noona." Jackson answered as he took the phone from Yugyeom to show Jaebeom that Melanie was on the other side. "Hey, JB." Melanie greeted him as Jaebeom smiled back. "Hi, noona. Did you buy our latest album?" "Of course!" She flashed her phone to show him the album's cover on her phone. "Which one is your favorite song?" Jaebeom asked curiously as the other two were still jamming, but to the song Can't this time as it played next. "REWIND!" Melanie answered instantly as she switched over to the said song. "It's my absolute favorite track so far!"

Before any of the three could say something they spotted a toy poodle in a pink dress enter in their line of sight followed by Serena. "Noona! Hi!" The idols greeted Serena as she waved at them with a small smile. "Hi. What are you guys calling for?" She asked as she set her things onto the coffee table and took the leash off of the toy poodle who instantly ran over to Melanie. "What chu want, Ugly?" Melanie asked the toy poodle in English who happily jumped into her lap. "Och, Biscuits! Calm down." Melanie said as she place the dog beside her while Serena faced the TV and spoke in Korean. "So what did you guys call for?" "How do you know that Chaewon noona didn't call us?" Jackson countered.

"Because Chaewon doesn't know how to work the Skype app on my TV and I never call Mark. Mark always calls me." Serena answered. "So what do you guys want?" "Do you know what today is?" Yugyeom asked as Serena nodded her head. "Yeah. It's a Monday and hashtag King Jackson Day. Shēng rì kuài lè, Jackson." "Aww xiè xiè nǐ!" Jackson thanked her with a happy expression. "Anyways, guys," Serena let out as she picked up her remote control. "Gotta say goodbye." "It's okay, noona." Jaebeomm smiled at her. "We need to get back to practice." "Aww. Do we have to?" The duo whined as Jaebeom just eyed them. "Yes. Now say goodbye." "Fine. Bye." Jackson complied as Yugyeom waved cutely. "Goodbye." "Bye and good luck with practice!" The sisters bid the idols goodbye as Jaebeom waved. "Thanks and goodbye." He ended the call as Serena looked over at Melanie. "Eat your pho before Biscuits does."

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"Hey guys, so should we write Jackson's name in Korean, English, or Chinese?" Jeannie asked the other three as she finished spreading the frosting onto the second medium sized vanilla cake. "Do all three." Serena grinned as Jeannie rolled her eyes. "I don't even know Jackson's Chinese name even less the characters for it." "Just write it in English, Jean. It'll be easier for you." Jasmine told her sister as Jeannie nodded her head. "Okay." "Here you go." Melanie handed Jeannie the icing to write with as she grinned. "I can't wait to eat this when you're done, Jeannie." "I know right." "Whatever, Melanie. You've been licking the icing and frosting since we started." "And you're point is?" "None since you'll do it anyways." "Mmhmm." "Serena." Jasmine called for Serena's attention. "Hmm?"

"Biscuits keeps staying by the door." Jasmine told the older woman while walking back into the kitchen. "She's been like that for a few minutes now." "Yeah, she probably wants a walk or needs to pee." "But it's kinda late for a walk, isn't it? Don't you have a pad where she can go when it's night time?" "I do, but she likes to stretc her little legs, too. Besides, I'll be watching her for a while until Chloe's done moving." "Where is Chloe moving again?" Jeannie asked while writing 'happy'. "She's moving to Banpo, in Seorae Village." "Why there?" "She's moving in with like four other people she's in cosmetology school with and one of them was looking for roommates. Also, she has to ask them about Biscuits." "Hopefully it works out." Melanie said while looking at her sister. "Because you can't take care of the dog with your schedule." "I know, but Chloe has something else planned if Biscuits can't live with her."

"Anyways," Serena directed the conversation elsewhere. "Have you guys seen some of the buses and subway stations walls with Jackson on it for his birthday celebration by the fanclub?" "Yeah!" The trio let out with widened eyes. "I wonder how much that cost." Jeannie commented as she finished writing 'birthday' before moving on to write 'Jackson'. "Yeah, I was actually surprised when I came over here." Melanie said with a laugh. "Them fans are amazing to do such things." "Yeah, but the Korean fans are always like this with birthdays and other things. I know since I follow all of SM Artists. Chinese fans also like to go all out as well." Jasmine stated with a laugh. "And that's a lot of groups and members. I'm just waiting for SM to debut there new boy group." "Ugh, too many rookie groups still coming out and they keep getting younger."

"You're just getting older." Melanie teased as Serena rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Anyways, I need to take Biscuits out before she gets impatient." Serena stated as she heard the small dog beginning to whine. "Don't get lost." "Haha, you're not funny." The trio chuckled as Jeannie finished with the icing. "Alright. Done." "Let's eat it." Jasmine commented with a laugh. "First, let's put a candle on it and light it up. So that we can take a picture and post it online." Melanie suggested as she got the candles ready. "You guys can do that without me. I'll be back in half an hour or whenever Biscuits done playing outside." "Just call." Jeannie called out as Serena gave her the O.K. sign before putting on a oversize hoodie, then putting her things in the pocket, after that she slipped on her shoes while attaching Biscuits' leash to her collar afterwards, and then out the apartment within a minute or so.

Once Serena came out of her apartment and headed towards the elevator with Biscuits yapping around happily as its doors opened to reveal a group of people exiting it. "Jyongri noona!" A familiar voice called out to her and Serena looked up to see BamBam jogging towards her while looking down at the toy poodle and both parties momentarily stopped walking. "Who's that?" "Hi BamBam and her name's Biscuits. She's my friend's dog." "She looks like Coco." Youngjae cooed as he crouched down to pet the dog. "Hi." "She's a toy poodle. Kinda similar I guess." The rest of GOT7 joined them. "Where are you going?" Mark asked. "To walk her." "It's kind of late isn't it?" Jaebeom inquired as Serena shrugged. "It is, but I'm used to it."

"Why not ask the others?" Jinyoung suggested. "Because I like my alone time." Serena admitted as she felt Biscuits pulling on the leash urgently. "I need to get going. Biscuits really has to go now." She then remember something. "Since you guys are done with practice or if you have free time to do so, the girls just got done decorating Jackson's birthday cakes." "Aww you guys made me a cake." Jackson let out happily. "We didn't know you guys were coming by and we were going to eat it without you anyways." "Wow, rude." "Hey, it's not like we see each other often." "Actually, we see each other twice a week." Mark corrected her as Serena rolled her eyes. "No. You guys have been busy. Don't make a mess in my apartment if you guys stop by."

"When do we ever make a mess, noona?" Yugyeom asked her with a slight scoff as BamBam agreed. "Yeah, we don't make that big of a mess." Serena shrugged with an indifferent look. "You're guys. I would know, especially when it involves food. Don't make a mess." "We'll make sure to not do that, noona." Jaebeom assured the older female as she shot him a grateful smile. "Good and thanks. Alright, later." Serena bid the group of seven a small wave as she moved passed them and towards the elevators with Biscuits in tow. Serena waved at them again as the doors closed a few seconds later. The elevators door instantly opened a second later as Serena looked at the doors opening with furrowed eyebrows. "Hi." Mark shot her a boyish grin and stepped inside. "You don't mind if I tag along, right, Serena?"

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Melanie opened the door to see six familiar faces. "Hi. What are you doing here?" She asked as Jackson replied. "Obviously, to celebrate my birthday, Chaewon noona." Melanie looked over to the wall on her left and saw the time. "It's like past midnight. You're birthday's over." "So? Jyongri noona mentioned that you guys have a cake for me." "Oh, yeah." BamBam coughed. "Are you going to let us in, Chaewon noona?" "Oh, right. Sure. Come in." Melanie opened the door wider to let them in. "Hey, GOT7 is here minus one." She then looked at Jaebeom who was the last to enter. "Where's Mark?" "Hyung went to accompany Jyongri noona just now." "Oh, right. I forgot she went to take Biscuits out for a walk." Melanie shrugged as she closed the door. "Oh well. They're both missing out on the amazing cakes."

"Yeah they are." BamBam agreed as he ate another forkful. "This is the best cake I've ever had." "It's just a pre-made cake that we just mixed, baked, and then decorated, BamBam." Melanie told him with a shake of her head as the twins agreed. "Yeah, BamBam, even you guys can make it." Jasmine told them as she finished cutting the cake into individual pieces while Jeannie handed them to the others. "Yeah, because I don't even bake and this turned out really super well." "It's still good." Jaebeom agreed as he took another large forkful of the cake. "Like really good, Chaewon noona." "Whatever. You're just hungry that's why." Melanie told him as Jaebeom chuckled. "That, too." He shot her his signature eye-smile as Melanie shook her head as Jeannie handed her a plate.

"Hey, let's play Mafia." Youngjae suggested once the group of nine were settled around the living room eating their own plate of cake slices. "Um, yeah no. You guys can play Mafia. Leave me out of it." Melanie told them as she grabbed one of the remotes to switch back to DramaFever from Youtube. "Yeah, I'm not good with Korean games." Jeannie stated. "I'm down to play." Jasmine agreed to playing the game. "But I don't want to be the moderator." "I'll be the moderator." Jinyoung decided. "I just need paper and a pen." "What if I wanted to be the moderator?" Jackson asked as everyone looked at him. "What?" "You won't be able to keep the story straight, hyung." Yugyeom said as the others agreed. "What? I can totally keep the story straight."

"I'm the moderator." Jinyoung firmly stated as Jeannie returned with a pen and notebook. "Thank you, Jaehwa noona." "You're welcome, Jinyoung." "Alright," Jinyoung began to list game's players as he wrote them out. "The Mafia, The Detective, The Doctor, and the three Civilians." When he was done Jinyoung folded the pieces and then shuffled them. He handed the papers over to Melanie who was closes to him. "What's this for?" Melanie asked him with a raised eyebrow not taking the slips. "So that no one cheats." "Who's going to cheat, hyung?" Yugyeom asked and Jinyoung eyed him. "I know my members quite well." "It's just a game." Jaebeom stated. "Besides, Minjae noona is going to playing with us, too." "Oh don't mind me." Jasmine dismissed his intention. "Let's just play."

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Mark and Serena quietly walked side by side along the streets of Cheongdam as Serena let Biscuits lead her towards the park. She didn't expect the idol to actually join her for another night of walking beneath the night sky. The female felt awkward as she was hanging out with her sister's bias, but felt even more awkward that he was an English speaker as well so she couldn't get away with saying anything in English afraid that he'll overhear. Neither of two initiated conversation due to their reserve and quiet nature, but Serena felt like she just had to say something. "You know you're missing out on cake, right?" "Yeah." Mark softly replied as the two continued their silent atmosphere.

"So, Biscuits, huh?" Mark started another topic a moment later. "She's my friend's dog that I'm pet-sitting." Serena explained as Mark nodded his head. "How old is she?" "Two or three years old. I forgot." "She's around the same age as Coco." "Oh, right, she is. How is Coco?" "She's good, but still needs some training." "Ha, those are tough times." "Yeah." "I'm sure you and Youngjae will get her trained properly." "Thanks." Silence fell between them again and Serena knew how totally awkward this was and maybe it was because they were just alone and weren't in a classroom or doing homework. "Um, shouldn't you guys be catching up on sleep? Since your schedule is filled up due to your comeback with the whole Flight Log Departure album, yeah?"

Mark let out a small chuckle. "We are, but a break is nice." He then cast her a look. "What do you think of it?" "Fly is a really good song. I like it a lot." Serena then looked at him and saw he was also looking at her and diverted her eyes forward again. "The music video is good, too. My favorite part is when Jinyoung is still free-falling and then he flips over to see the other members ascend as he still free falls and a tear escapes." Mark let out another chuckle as Serena eyed him. "What's so funny, Mark?" "Nothing, Serena." He told her as his laughter ceased, but a silly smile still graced his lips. "Do you have a favorite song from the album?" "I haven't listened to all of the songs yet. Fly's the only one I've listened to." "Have you watched our live performances?" "No I still haven't." "Wow." "Hey, I'm busy, too. I got a life outside of the K-Pop world."

The idol laughed as the female rolled her eyes. "Whatever, Mork." Mark stopped laughing to eyed the female. "What did you just call me?" "Mark." Serena answered hoping that the tone of her voice wouldn't give her away. "No, I'm pretty sure you just said 'Mork', Serena." "I did not." "Yeah, you did." "Mark, are you really going to argue with me about it?" "Maybe." "You're so childish." "No I'm not." "Yeah you are." "No." "Yes." And the awkward and silent atmosphere between the two from earlier started to dissipate away as the duo continued their friendly banter with one another until they reached the park. Serena released the toy poodle from her leash so the dog could run around happily. "You're not gonna follow or chase after her like that?" Mark asked with a puzzled expression. "Nah. She'll come back when she's ready or when I call for her."

"Coco's not like that yet." "It's because you baby her." "No we don't." "True, because I don't know." Serena laughed as Mark shook his head with a laugh. "Biscuits and Coco should meet one another soon. I think they'll get along well." "Can if they're free." "I'll ask Youngjae about it." "Alright, cool." "Cool." Just then Serena's phone vibrated and dinged to signaled that she had received a message notification. She pulled her mobile device from out of her jacket's pocket to read what her sister had just sent her. She let out a sigh before replying back. "What's wrong?" Mark asked upon hearing the sigh leaving the female's lips as Serena turned to face the male. "The kids want ice cream." "Ice cream sounds good. Let's go get some." He smiled at her with his pearly whites gleaming.

Serena eyed him, but cast him a tired smile. "How about you buy the ice cream and I continued to hang out at the park with Biscuits." "And leave you out here all by yourself?" "I have Biscuits." Mark looked over to where the small dog was rolling around in the grass. "Yeah, no. Let's go get the ice cream together." "I don't want to." "Serena." "Mark." "Serena." "Mork." "Aha. I knew you called me Mork." "Yeah, yeah. Stop crying." Serena told the male as she turned to scan for the toy poodle while pressing her lips together to make a kissing-like smacking of lips sound. Biscuits instantly responded and ran back towards Serena happily. "Let's go, Biscuits." Serena attached the leash back onto Biscuits' collar and then looked at Mark. "Next time, I'm making sure that none of you interrupt or cut my night walk short again." Mark just laughed in response as the trio headed back towards the apartments.

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"Let's play another game." Jasmine said after playing Mafia for the fourth time and being killed again as a civilian. "I don't know why I agreed to playing a fourth around earlier." "Oh, c'mon Minjae noona. It's not that bad." BamBam told her with a smile as Jasmine rolled her eyes. "Whatever. You killed me twice." "It's my job as the Mafia to kill." "Mmhmm." Jinyoung coughed. "You're not supposed to talk." "I'm already out. It doesn't matter." Jasmine told the younger male as Jinyoung looked at the older woman firmly. "Yes it does when I'm the moderator and about to tell the story, noona." "Whatever." Jasmine stood up to stretch. "I'll be with the other two." She meant Melanie and Jeannie who were in the kitchen to avoid the Mafia game.

"Did you die again?" Jeannie asked as Jasmine nodded her head and grabbed a bottle of iced tea from the fridge. "Yes. I'm never playing Mafia with GOT7 ever again." Melanie laughed. "Why? What happened?" "I'm too drained to talk about it. GOT7 has way too much energy for me to deal with although it was only for a short while" Jasmine joined the duo in watching the rest of the first episode of Vampire Detective. "The guy that plays Goohyung is so funny. I like his character with the guy that plays San." "You don't know Lee Joon?" Melanie asked looking at her friend with disbelief. "He used to be a part of MBLAQ." "Vaguely, Melanie." "I'm glad he's back doing something." "I think Serena would like this." "She would. It's vampire related and she likes Joon, too."

A second later there were a few loud crashing sounds and the three females became alert. "What was that?" Jeannie asked as they looked at each other uneasy. "I don't know, but I hope they didn't break anything." Melanie stated as Jasmine agreed. "Yeah or Serena's going to kill somebody." The trio then headed back to the living room to see the six males trying to put Serena's coffee table back together. "What happened?" Melanie asked upon reaching them first. The six males tensed upon hearing the female's voice and tried to block the damage with their bodies from the trio's view. "Um, it's nothing much." BamBam told them with a smile. "We didn't break anything. Ow." Jackson elbowed the younger member. "Yeah, don't worry. We didn't do anything." Jackson added as the trio looked at them suspiciously.

"You guys sound even more guilty." Jeannie commented as Jasmine agreed. "Yeah. It doesn't help that your body language says otherwise, too." The boys rubbed the back of their neck nervously as Jaebeom apologize. "Sorry. I'm not sure what led up to it exactly, but we didn't mean to break Jyongri noona's table." The idols then parted to show the trio the damage. The coffee table was broken in several pieces. "How did you guys even break it to so many pieces?" The males looked at one another which didn't answer Melanie's question. "Wow." "I hope unnie doesn't get to mad at you guys." Jeannie told them as Jasmine went to inspect the damage. "Scratch that, Jaehwa. I hope unnie doesn't beat them with one of the broken pieces."

"When I said don't make a mess guys, this is what I meant." Serena spoke from behind them as she, Mark, and Biscuits entered the apartment with a bag of individual ice cream in hand. "We're so sorry, noona." Youngjae cried as he fell to his knees to do a begging motion. "Yugyeom and Jackson just wanted to test out some stupid thing I don't remember what it was about that they wanted to test out." "It wasn't my fault. Jackson hyung pushed me because of King Jackson Day." Yugyeom defended as Serena held up a hand. "It doesn't matter. Here." Serena said as she walked up to her sister to hand her the bag. "I'll be in my room. Have them clean up." She faced the group. "Goodnight." Serena retired to her room with Biscuits in tow.

"Wow." Mark let out in surprised as he walked up to them while examining the damage and eating an ice bar. "I'm so glad I wasn't part of that." "Well, aren't you lucky then." Jeannie commented as Melanie then looked at him with a smile. "Although true, but you're going to help out your fellow members in cleaning up the mess." "Why?" "Because you're going to help them throw that down the chute." The idols groaned as Jasmine looked at them with a slightly stern look. "Hey, you guys were the ones that did the damage." "I wasn't even here for that." Mark grumbled as he handed Jasmine the other bag of individual ice cream as he still helped his members clean up while Jeannie returned from the kitchen with a broom, a dustpan, and a few garbage bags.

"I'm surprised unnie was so calm about it." Jeannie said as she began to sweep up the little pieces. "She'll rant later. Let's just help them and get this done and over with." Melanie said as she and Jasmine opened up the two large black trash bags. With that being said, the group of ten cleaned up the mess altogether. The older idols lugged the broken table out to the chute while the younger idols helped the female trio rearrange the living room so that it didn't look so opened, but it was hard when another furniture that was there was now gone. Some time later, they were all satisfied with the partial layout. They all called it a night as the girls gave the boys all of the ice cream and bid them a good night and wished them luck on their schedules for later that day and the rest of the week. The boys did the same and apologized once more. Serena didn't come back out that night due to exhaustion.

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noahsfreckles · 5 years

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The Housekeeper (12)

I decide on a little black dress with crochet sleeves and back cut into a v shape and some black heels. I wear my hair down.

I grab my bag that has extra clothes (aka Noah's clean shirt and some booty shorts, Noah's slides, my bright red bikini and some clothes to change into tomorrow) and my mini black purse with my phone and matte lip stick. I head downstairs to the living room to find Britt alone.

"Where's Justin?" I ask.

"He went home for a little bit, he should be back around nine."

"Oh okay. So thoughts?" I do a little spin in the dress.

"Sexy, Noah won't know what to do when he sees you."

"Thanks." I sit down on the couch next to her.

"What's in the bag?"

"Just clothes."

"Nothing else?"

"Like what?"

"Protection."

"Britt!"

"What you gotta be prepared too girl, don't rely on the man to have some."

"Britt, we um," I look away from her.

"What?"

"We haven't even kissed yet."

"What?! How is that possible?"

"I've kissed his cheek three times. That's as far as we've gone."

"I'm shocked."

"Why?" I look at her curiously.

"One; he's Noah Centineo. Two; You're Tree. Three; you've spent two nights with him alone."

"Yeah and?"

"Have you not wanted to?"

"Of course I have but I don't know I'm scared."

"Scared of what?" She asks.

"Of kissing him and getting completely attached, for him to leave in three weeks and forget about me."

"He could never forget about you, Tree. He likes you too much to just leave and forget about you."

"He's still going to leave me in three weeks." I look at her and pout.

"There's always long distance and you can always visit each other."

"I'm just scared of getting my heart broken the most."

"If he breaks your heart I'll break him," she says and side hugs me. "No one breaks my bestie's heart and gets away with it."

"Thanks," I say and hug her back.

We pull apart and I look at her. "I think tonight I might kiss him and maybe a little more."

"Oh naughty."

I laugh. "Nothing like that though, I kinda want that to be special if it ever happens."

"Oh it will happened."

"No meddling."

"No meddling, I promise, Tree," she says and smiles.

There's a sudden knock on the door making us both jump. I look at the door then at her. "I'm nervous."

"Don't be, it's just Noah Centineo," she teases.

I get up off the couch and go open the door. I open it to find Noah in a black t shirt with a black jacket over it, black jeans and black dress shoes.

"Hi," he simply says and smiles.

"Hi." I say and he looks my up and down.

"You look beautiful."

"Thanks, you look handsome."

"Ready to go?"

"Yeah lemme just grab my stuff. You can come in, Britt's in the living room."

He walks in the apartment and closes the door behind himself. I walk over to the couch and he follows behind me as I grab my stuff.

"Hey Britt."

"Hi Noah."

"Ready." I say and walk over to Noah. "Bye Britt."

"Be safe," she says and smiles at me.

Noah moves to open the door and we walk out to his Tesla. He opens the door for me and shuts it once I'm inside. He goes over to his side and gets in. He starts the car and pulls out of the complex.

He turns on the radio on low and I start laughing.

"What?"

"When are you not listening to this album?"

"Cosmic is a quality album and to be honest it reminds me of you."

"Aww," I say and blush a little. "So where are we headed?"

"Just a little local place you probably know, Arty's."

"Oh um I'm actually allergic to pasta."

Noah pulls up to a stop sign and looks at me, "for real?"

"Yeah sorry."

"Fuck. Um is there somewhere else you wanna go?"

"Noah?"

"Yeah."

"I'm joking, I love Arty's actually."

"What?"

I start giggling.

"You almost gave me a heart attack, Tree."

"Sorry," I say through my giggles.

"You'll pay for that later, missy."

Oh.

"I'm sorry, it was too funny."

"I'll remember that," he says as he starts driving again.

We arrive at Arty's ten minutes later. He turns off the car and gets out. He walks over to my side of the car and opens the door for me, he holds out his hand and helps me up.

He links our fingers together as we start walking towards the door. He opens the door for me and we walk in.

"Hi welcome to Arty's. Do you have a reservation?"

"Yes we do, it's under Centineo."

The hostess looks down at her paper and nods. "A booth for two." She waves a waiter over. "Please sit them in booth thirteen." The waiter nods and we follow him to our booth.

"Here's your menus, did you know what you wanted to drink?"

"A white wine please," Noah says.

I open my menu and start looking, like I've never been here before when I've been here so many times in the past.

"Is that okay? The wine?" Noah asks as the waiter walks away.

"Yeah, it's perfectly fine."

Noah opens the menu and starts looking it over, "so what's good here?"

"Everything to be honest."

"Do you know what you're getting?"

"The chicken Alfredo, like always."

"I'm leaning towards the chicken parmigiana."

"That's really good. It's my second favorite thing here."

"What's your first?"

I look at him and smile, "you."

He blushes a little, "really?"

"No, it's really the breadsticks."

He gasps and holds his chest, "I am offended."

I giggle a little, "You're the third actually?

"So I'm beat by some breadsticks and some chicken parmigiana? I see how it is Teresa."

I gasp and hold my chest, "rude."

The waiter comes up just as Noah's about to respond. "What can I get you guys?" We tell him our order and he walks away.

"What were you going to say?"

"Just that I'll remember that later."

"Oh okay."

We sit in silence for a minute until Noah slides his hand on top of mine on my thigh and scoots a little closer to me, "you look amazing tonight."

"Thanks," I say and blush a little.

"How often do you come here?"

"I came here a lot with my ex but I haven't been in about a year."

"Oh, can I ask why you broke up?"

"Yeah we just grew apart, no drama. We both got busy with work and school for him and we decided to just break up instead of dragging the relationship on. I still see him every now and then, no drama here."

"That's good."

"What happened with your last relationship?"

"We were both actors and she got this role where she would be in Australia for six month and we tried to make it work for the first month but the time difference got to us, I would be sleeping when she's up and she would be sleeping when I would be. So we both decided to break up. No drama here either unlike the one before that."

"What happened there?"

"I was away for a role in Toronto and she thought hooking up with one of my best friend's friends was okay. She said I cheated on her when I was in Toronto and I would never call her I would always be out cheating on her and hanging out with my friends from the movie when I would call her and text her all the time, but when she couldn't get ahold of me she said I was cheating when I was filming. My family didn't like her anyways, specially my sister, Tay."

"Did they know each other?"

"Tay, was a couple grades ahead of her and she caught her making out with Tay's best friend's boyfriend. More drama. Tay told me not to date her but I didn't listen."

"I haven't had any drama filled relationships probably cause I don't date that many people. I've only had two boyfriends, well that I truly count, they both lasted a year each."

"Only two? Wow."

The waiter comes over bringing the wine and our food. Once he leaves I ask what he means by 'wow.'

"I just figured you would have more than two, I mean look at you."

"Well you've seen what comes to Marko's so I'm not finding anyone there for sure. Well there was one guy that I wouldn't mind being in a relationship until he left me to get a drink when I was helping my friend," I look at Noah and bite on my breadstick.

"Whoa whoa whoa, I came back and looked for you."

"Who said I was talking about you, Mr. Centineo?"

"You?"

I laugh. "Though he does get quiet a few extra credit points for being my knight in shining armor, so I guess he's relationship material."

He smiles at me and squeezes my hand and I smile at him.

We start eating our dinner and talk here and there.

"Did you wanna try some of my chicken parmigiana since it your favorite thing here?"

"Second favorite," I joke.

"Second favorite thing," he says and rolls his eyes.

"Sure."

Noah cuts a piece for me and holds the fork up to my lips and I take the fork in my mouth, moaning softly around it. He pulls the fork out and looks at me.

"So delicious," I say after I'm done chewing. "Wanna try some of mine?"

"Sure."

I get some pasta and chicken on my fork and hold it up to his lips, he opens them and I slide the fork in. He closes his lips around the fork and moans softly. I slide the fork out and he starts chewing.

"I can see why you always get that. Delicious."

"I'm ready whenever you are, Noah."

He nods and takes another bite of food. "Ready."

He scoots out of the booth and gets out of the booth. I scoot over and he holds his hand out for me and take it, standing up. He links our fingers and we walk out of the building.

He unlocks the car, opens the door, and I get in and he shuts the door. He goes over to his side and gets in, we buckle up and he backs up, and heads to the street.

"Are we going anywhere else?" I ask.

"Um I kinda have to go to Walgreen's for something, is that okay?"

"Yeah, am I allowed to come in?"

"Yeah, I don't care."

He drives the Walgreen's down the street from the hotel. He parks near the doors and we get out, going inside. Noah goes one way and I go the other.

I go over to the fridge section and grab a orange soda and go to look for some candy. I find the candy section and grab a bag of Reese's. I decide to go find Noah.

I start walking down the middle of the store and looking down both aisle of the store at the same time. I check almost every aisle and finally find him by the chapsticks.

"You had to come here to buy chapstick?"

He looks up at me and smiles, "Gotta protect my lips."

"You're a dork, you know that?"

"Yup. And what do you have?"

I hold the orange soda and Reese's bag for him to see and he laughs.

"Typical."

"Yup. Now what flavor did you get?"

"Strawberry."

"I like strawberries."

"I'm glad. Ready to go?"

"Yup."

We head to the front of the store and Noah lets me go first, I purchase my stuff and wait for him.

He places the chapstick on the counter and looks at me, "Will you go grab me a Fuji water, I don't care what size."

"Yeah." I walk towards the fridge section and grab him one and walk back.

"Here ya go."

"Thanks."

I go back to where I was standing and he finishes, he walks over to me, wrapping his arm around my waist. We walk out to the car and get in, heading to the hotel.

A/N I suck at updating now. If anyone has a tumblr, my url is noahcentinahoe.tumblr.com (I only post Noah) and if anyone has an insta mine is noahsfreckles (only posts Noah again) feel free to follow me or whatever. Hope you enjoyed the chapter.

#the housekeeper #noah centineo #noah centineo imagine #noah gregory centineo #noah centineo x orginal character #the perfect date #sbial #Sierra Burgess is a Loser #to all the boys i've loved before #tatbilb #noah centineo fanfic #noah centineo fanfiction

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kalluun-patangaroa · 5 years

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SUEDE: THE FAN-ISH INQUISITION

www.nme.com, April 5-7, 1999

You asked and they answered. NME caught up with Suede and put your questions to them.

Day 1 (April 5)

What’s the worst insult anyone’s shouted at you? (Fred Telfer, London)

Mat: “‘Effete southern wankers.’ Someone shouted that repeatedly through our first ever Scottish gig.”

Simon: “I was in the toilet at that gig, and this bloke came up to me and said, ‘Have you seen Sede? I’m going to smash their teeth in.’ I just pretended to be from Scotland. The hard part.”

Brett: “Someone once shouted, ‘You sound like Rod Stewart.'”

Mat: “No, they said, ‘We remember Rod Stewart.'”

Brett: “Oh, that’s it. That was at a time when everyone was into bands like The Wonder Stuff, and we were playing ballads. I think the Scottish crowd thought we were old hat.”

Brett, did your arse ever get sore from hitting it with your tambourine? (Kieren Kelly, Ireland)

Brett: “I used to get a lot of bruising, that’s why I don’t do it any more. I put my aggression into singing these days rather than self-flagellation.”

Are there any songs you wish you’d never written? (Debbie Harding, York)

Brett: “‘Stay Together’. I don’t know why, it’s just not one of my favourites. It was the sole time in our career when one of our records has been successful because of hype. We’ve been accused of that a lot, but that was the only time when it was true. It was just style over content.”

Neil: “I’ve only written three, so I haven’t got much to regret.”

I read somewhere that after you moved out of one of your flats, the council had to have it fumigated. Is that true? And do you like vacuuming as much as Nicky Wire? (Gary Regis, Leicester)

Mat: “That was in The Mirror, wasn’t it?”

Brett: “That’s a bit of an exaggeration. What happened was we were in the middle of a tour, and we finished a gig and I had one too many shandies and a couple of other things, and I was moving house.

“Me and a couple of friends were sitting on my bed while these removal men went around my house throwing things in plastic bags while we were off our tits. It was a bit of a mess when we left, and I apologise to the people who moved in afterwards.

“These days I find vacuuming and washing-up quite therapeutic. I hate having a messy house, it makes me really depressed, so I try to keep my environment clean.”

Which one of you has got the biggest ego? (Softywat, West Sussex)

Brett: “Definitely not me, ha ha. I don’t think any of us has got a big ego, to be honest. It’s another popular misconception about the band. We don’t all need to be pampered, none of us are that fragile. Possibly a few years ago, I had a bit of one, but I think I’ve managed to chip away at that. I don’t feel particularly ego-driven any more.”

If you could stick pins in a voodoo doll of anybody on earth, who would it be? (Kirsty Irving, Grimsby)

Brett: “I don’t have any bad intentions to anyone really. I think when you have bad intentions to other people, you’re just looking for someone else to blame for where you’ve gone wrong with your life. It’s just a coward’s way out, and I try not to entertain thoughts like that. So, nobody.”

What were the first records you bought? (Emily Mugford, Chertsey)

Richard: “My first record was ‘Thriller’ by Michael Jackson. I think I was about six.”

Brett: “‘Never Mind The Bollocks…’ by the Sex Pistols was the first album I bought, and the first single was ‘Wuthering Heights’ by Kate Bush.”

Mat: “I think it was ‘Abba – The Album’. The one with ‘Thank You For The Music’ on it, anyway.”

Neil: “Mine was ‘Another Brick In The Wall (Part Two)’.”

Brett: “Woah, what a record!”

Mat: “What a youngster!”

Neil: “I thought it was amazing.”

Brett: “I loved the video with all the kids and that. I used to have the sleeve painted on my wall. The headmaster.”

Simon: “Ever? David Bowie, ‘Low’. Shall I tell you why? I thought he was a punk, because he had orange hair. I then went out and bought ‘Never Mind The Bollocks…’ after that.”

Brett, were you good at games at school? (Clint Stone, Yeovil)

Brett: “Yeah, I was actually. When you’re young, sport is really important, or at least it was at my school. I held the school record for the 800m for a couple of years. I was a good middle-distance runner. I used to play for the county at football as well.

“It was the only way to avoid getting beaten up. All the bullies tended to leave the kids who were good at sport alone, and not take them into the corner of the field and kick shit out of them. I fancied being an athlete when I was a kid, and then what happens, you get into cigarettes and girls and pop music, and you just end up a fat bloated fool.”

Which member of Suede can drink the most beer? (Mike Crisp, Brighton)

Mat: “Richard, probably.”

Richard: “I don’t think so.”

Brett: “Well, you’re the one who regularly empties their mini-bar wherever we go. Even if we’ve got day rooms. He brushes his teeth with vodka, he does.”

Richard: “Not really.”

Brett: “Well, yes. Who are you trying to kid? This is the man who has a bar in his bag. You sit in the back of a taxi with him and when you get out there’s glasses littered everywhere. That’s no exaggeration. After the pubs shut, you don’t try to find a dodgy offie, you just look in Richard‘s bag. That’s the truth, Mate.”

Simon: “He drinks anything, him.”

What do you say to NME’s editor, who recently included you alongside Ocean Colour Scene, Cast and Reef in a list of bands who “have nothing to say” (NME, April 3)? (Dave Thorley, Shropshire)

Brett: “I don’t think it’s true, to be honest.”

Mat: “There’s always this assumption that if you have something to say, you have to say it in terms of politics and social conditions.”

Brett: “I totally agree. When we’re in places like Germany, we’re always asked, ‘Why are you not political?’ and my answer to that is always the same. If you don’t understand the politics of the songs, then you haven’t looked into them. The songs aren’t flag-waving, they’re more subtle than that.

“I think I’m getting more interested in the music as I’m getting older, but I don’t think that’s a bad thing. I don’t think you lose that fire for life. As long as you’re inspired and have a real passion and rage for your music, that’s something to say in itself. That’s not a cop-out, that’s just how I feel about music and the band.”

Brett, you’re always photographed wearing a silver bracelet. Who gave it to you? (Samantha Jones, London)

Brett: “It was from a fan, actually. Someone sent it to me for my birthday. It’s just a cheap, silver-plated one, but I like it. I’m quite superstitious, and I wear a lot of my jewellery for that reason. This bracelet is a perfect example, it’s been quite lucky. I wrote lots of the album wearing it, so it’ll continue to be on my wrist until something goes wrong.”

When was the last time you cried, and why? (Gontie Tommy, Belgium)

Brett: “I think the last film that I cried at was Watership Down when I was young. The closing scene was really fucking sad.

“My sister used to read books to me, she liked reading to me so much she used to pay me 2p an hour to listen. She’d read stuff like Watership Down and Lord Of The Rings, and I’d cry at that too.”

Simon: “I don’t think I’ve ever cried while watching a film.”

Brett: “Neil?”

Neil: “Nah.”

Simon: “Oh, he’s a butch lad.”

Day 2 (April 6)

Have you dumbed down your lyrics to the point where they’re patronising to the listener? (Tom Stubbs, Dartford)

Brett: “I don’t think they are patronising. If you want to look for intelligence in lyrics, there’s a lot more of it in simplicity. I think the lyrics to our new album are a lot more intelligent than anything on ‘Dog Man Star’.”

Mat: “There’s a difference between dumbing down and being universal. The majority of people who buy Suede records aren’t English, their first language isn’t English.”

Brett: “When you go abroad people are just mystified about what the early stuff is all about. This is an interview for an English music paper, so everyone knows all the cultural reference points, but there’s a whole world out there and I think it’s important to communicate to them as well.

“As I’ve said before, the blueprint for a lot of lyrics on this album came from reading writers I really like, like Camus. His words are just like a simple painting of a triangle or a square or something. There’s nothing clever-clever about them, they’re just there. They describe a situation with a couple of simple brush strokes. That’s what I was trying to do on ‘Head Music’, and if that’s patronising, then sue me.”

What sort of cigarettes do you smoke? (Laura Pike, Aberdeen)

Brett: “Benson & Hedges. It’s always been the same. Mat smokes Silk Cut, but then he doesn’t count.”

If you could be any character in EastEnders, who would it be? (Sarah Glanville, London)

Brett: “I quite like Matthew Rose. I like the real ones P Matthew, Tony, people like that. I can imagine being one of them, they’re in the same sort of age-band. I really like the Mitchells as well.

“Actually, I think I’d be like Phil in the old days. He’s lost the plot a bit as a character since he gave up drink, but I used to love Phil. I’d regularly have dreams about hanging out with him and Grant, and committing various crimes.”

Simon: “I’d be Ian Beale, because I’ve always wanted to own a 50p/’1 shop.”

Brett: “Everyone hates him though, he’s the most hated man in the square.”

Simon: “Suits me.”

Neil: “I’d be Reg Cox (Reg Cox was found dead in the first episode after never speaking a word P EastEnders Ed).”

Richard: “I’d like to be Nick Cotton, but I don’t think I could pull it off. Every time he’s been in it, it’s been great. The time he tried to murder Dot was brilliant.”

Brett: “The best one was when he came back and pretended to be a Christian. That was really sinister. And I love Dot Cotton. Charlie was great as well.”

Tell us about your brown rice diet… (Johnny Robinson, Kettering)

Brett: “I still eat brown rice every morning. You get hooked on it, because it’s just so clean and good for you. I’m really looking after my body at the moment. I spent so many years abusing it, it’s time to give it a break I think.”

Mat: “I met someone at a Super Furry Animals gig who was such a Suede fan he’d started just eating brown rice. I was trying to convince him that you don’t have to do that to be a Suede fan. He should have seen Brett a few minutes earlier, he had a whole load of prawns stuffed into his mouth.”

Brett: “You’ve got to make sure you get the right sort of rice. It can’t just be brown, it’s got to be wholegrain. What I recommend to our fans is go to a standard Indian restaurant and have a fish masala. That’s very nice. I eat like a horse these days. Brown rice just gives you energy.”

Brett, did you ever want to punch Damon Albarn? (Paperback Rioter, Walthamstow)

Brett: “Punch? Nah, I’m not a violent person. Lots of people have had a go at me, but you just have to learn to deal with it because you’re always going to be a target for someone.”

Suede always seem well-groomed. How vain are you? (Jackie Long, Manchester)

Brett: “Personally, I’m pretty vain. You can only afford not to be if you’re really confident about yourself. If you’re always sticking your face in front of a camera and looking like a dog, you try to do something about it, don’t you? I spend a lot of time looking in the mirror just to iron the creases and get rid of stray bits of fluff.

“Simon‘s quite vain. The first thing he does when he gets into a hotel room is unpack his huge case of toiletries. He’s got five different sorts of aftershave, you name it. So actually, he’s the vainest member of the band, and probably the best dressed.”

Simon: “Yes, I’m glad you’ve noticed my Gucci shirt. Mat‘s got the best shoes, though.”

Mat: “They’re from Prada.”

Richard: “They’ve still got that revolting stain on them.”

Mat: “(Sheepishly) Yeah, someone was sick on them. Me, actually.”

Brett, are you still an eco-warrior (A reference to a recently unearthed school essay in which Brett complained about vandals defacing trees)? (Leonard Brown, Portsmouth)

Brett: “Oh God! I was eight years old. Listen, right, all that stuff from my past, anyone who wants to criticise that, I’d like to ask them what they were like when they were that age. When you’re eight years old you’re not boozing and injecting drugs into your eyes, are you? You’re just into stupid things. And no, I’m not an eco-warrior, it’s not something that keeps me awake at night.”

Neil: “He does live in a tree, though.”

Brett: “I have concessions to a green lifestyle, but it’s only buying eco-friendly washing powder. I’m not obsessive about it.”

Is it true you only listen to your own music and surround yourself with people who admire you in obsessive and fanatic ways? (Moa Ranum, Sweden)

Brett: “No, that’s bollocks. A lot of my close friends are into the band, but there are a lot of friends who’ve never heard a Suede song. A lot of our friends are ravers, and the music we make has no connection with their life at all.”

Simon: “My best friend in Scotland hates us.”

Brett: “I don’t think we’re that fragile that we need a load of people telling us we’re great. I think we’ve grown out of that to be honest.”

Day 3 (April 7)

Does Neil like antiques? (Purple Girl, England)

Neil: “I’m glad you asked me that. Not really, and I hate watching The Antiques Roadshow. It’s always shown in the winter on Sunday evenings, and it’s really depressing. It’s always dark outside. It’s so English, and it’s all part of that dreary idea of what it is to be English. It’s really parochial, seedy, it’s all about poking your nose into someone else’s business.”

People bully me at school for liking Suede. What should I say to defend myself? (Barry Beautiful One, Carlisle)

Brett: “Tell them they’re the cowards. If they have to persecute someone to make their own lives seem better then that’s pathetic. Tell them we’re going to go up to their school and get them.

“I don’t know, when you’re into music at school it says a lot about your identity and personality, and a lot of it was about getting into trouble with other people. You have to break an egg to make an omelette, don’t you?”

Your life depends on collaborating musically with either Damon Albarn or Bernard Butler. Which one do you choose? (Derek Brodie, Manchester)

Mat: “Well, we’ve done one of them, so it would have to be Damon.”

Brett: “What song would we do? We’d probably do a cover of ‘I’ve Got A Lovely Bunch Of Coconuts’.”

Mat: “In a ragga stylee.”

Simon: “He’ll probably phone us up now and demand to know how we knew what he was working on.”

Have Suede become a parody of themselves? (John Rickleford, Kent)

Brett: “Not at all. Part of being in a band is being a parody. I don’t think anyone will listen to ‘Head Music’ and think it’s a parody of Suede. I think what we’ve done on it is develop the sound of the band, but keep to the heart of what Suede‘s all about.

“It’s true that there are certain constants in Suede‘s world that we go back to, but there’s a fine line between repetition and just having a lexicon of words to fall back on. Sometimes I fall the wrong side of it, but I like to have a palette of words that I use, like an artist has a style. That’s part of what makes Suede what they are.”

#suede #press #interview

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MINI MANSIONS CONCERT: WHY CONFIDENCE MATTERS IN WHAT YOU LOVE

On Monday, June 24th 2019, I attended a Mini Mansions concert at The Independent in SF CA. I’ve seen Mini Mansions perform live before when they opened for Arctic Monkeys at the Bill Graham Civic Center in SF on October 20th 2018. However, this is my first time seeing them at their own show for their own tour. That night was incredible, not just because of their performance, but because I got to actually meet two members from the band.

If you are not familiar with who Mini Mansions are, I’ll give a bit of background. Mini Mansions is a music trio made up of keyboardist/vocalist Tyler Parkford (touring keyboardist for Arctic Monkeys), bassist Zachary Dawes (the Last Shadow Puppets), and guitarist/vocalist/ (former drummer?) Michael Shuman (bassist for Queens of the Stone Age). Mini Mansions is a side project for the three members since, as you can see, each of them are involved in other projects.

I became familiar with them through Arctic Monkeys, since Alex Turner was featured in their 2015 album, The Great Pretenders (track 6: “Vertigo”, if anyone was interested in what song). Then I saw them perform live when they opened for Arctic Monkeys. This isn’t their first time opening for them either, since they opened for them before in their previous tour. Needless to say, they have a strong relationship with those Sheffield lads. While standing there and feeling curious to what their other music was like apart from “Vertigo”, I came to find that their setlist was pretty good. Their music is unique, which is too simple a word to describe the kind of music they make. It’s like vintage ‘60’s rock n’ roll distorted with psychedelic elements, accompanied with groovy bass lines (compliments of Zach Dawes), poppy piano hits (thanks to Tyler Parkford), and bluesy guitar riffs (from multi-instrumentalist Michael Shuman). I am a huge fan of vintage rock/pop, like the Beatles, Beach Boys, you get the picture. So hearing something that is similar to that kind of music will most likely capture my interest. And I was definitely interested in Mini Mansions.

The concert itself was pretty cheap, about $15 a ticket. After spending about $105 for Muse, $120 for Mike Shinoda, and about $70 for Arctic Monkeys, I was pretty stoked how affordable this show was. I didn’t want to stress myself out by trying to arrive 4 hours early to get a decent spot. My mentality was, whatever spot I get is what I get. My sister, Jenni, and I arrived at the venue about 45 minutes before they opened the doors, and to my surprise, there wasn’t a lot of people waiting in line. There were maybe about 6 or 7 people waiting before us. I’m guessing everyone else had the same mentality as I did going into this concert. I was relieved that my feet wouldn’t be worn out from waiting so long, and I now had the energy to withstand the entire show. When we were finally let into the venue, I walked straight to the front of the stage, not using my peripheral vision to catch anything weird or exciting. While standing in front of the carpeted stage with a tape that ran across the edge reading “NO DRINKS” my sister tapped me on my shoulder and asked, “isn’t that Mikey working the merch booth”? as she pointed towards the corner that was diagonally across from where we were. I was like, “No, I don’t think so”, because why would a band member work their own merch booth, right? At least that’s what my dumbass thought. But then I squinted my eyes towards the direction she was pointing at, and as my eyes were adjusting in that dark room, with only a dim light hovering around the merch booth, I could tell from the gelled back hair that it was indeed Michael Shuman. He was wearing an all-black outfit: black moto jacket, black t-shirt, black skinny jeans, and black shoes. Pretty casual. This is the exact opposite to the outfit he will later change into when he will perform, which was a white satin suit with some watercolor accents on it.

It was like having two personas, one being the regular guy selling band stuff and the other is the performer. I thought it was cool that he was working the merch booth because he wasn’t acting like he was too good to sell his stuff.

Jen asked me if I wanted to buy something, and despite the fact that I needed to save as much money as possible to have enough for my rent and other bills for the summer before school starts I said, “Hell yeah I wanna buy something!” But at the same time, I kept staring at the front of the stage, and I was apprehensive because I got a decent spot for the concert. The woman next to me told me, “You totally should, they’re really nice, I mean I’ll try to extend my arm out as much as possible to save your spot”. God, what a nice woman. I thanked my fellow concert friend and walked up to the line. There was only two people in front of me and they seemed to be a couple waiting next to each other, so I wouldn’t have to wait too long. But the girl took a while figuring out if she wanted a black Mini Mansions shirt or a white one. At this point, Zach Dawes was also at the booth helping his buddy, Mikey, out with making sure he had enough merchandise at the table. She asked Zach for his opinion, “which color do you like best?” And Zach, with his calm voice says, he liked both of them. I don’t even remember which color this chick went with, but they finally left the line, and I was finally next. I was standing face to face with Mikey Shuman, with only a plastic banquet table in between us. My eyes kept darting from his face to the posters to the left of him.

He actually spoke first and said, “Hi. How are you?”

And like a square I responded with, “I’m good, how are you?

“I’m good!” He said back, “What can I get you?”

“Uhh, may I have that poster please?” I pointed to the poster, which was signed by all 3 members.

“You may” with a dip at the end of “may” (what a polite gentleman).

(I put the poster on the stage so I can take a picture of it. No one was playing yet, btw. But that’s how close I was to the stage).

I didn’t want just a poster, (which I didn’t plan on where I was putting while watching the concert) I wanted something with it, so I asked Mikey if I could buy the CD that had Mini Mansions written in yellow on the top left corner, with a stuffed toy bunny on an illuminated plate. It was their first full length album they ever released, and I didn’t have that album yet. Which by the way, is hard to come by. It was sold out on Amazon for a while, and sold-out on their website too. I tried going to Rasputin Music a few months ago at the mall where I live to see if they had it. The cashier said there was something by Mini Mansions there, but I couldn’t find anything. I tried looking at a record shop in Santa Cruz, but no Mini Mansions CDs there either. I think it may have been available again on their website, but I waited on buying it, but I don’t remember exactly why. I think I wanted to avoid shipping fees and wait for it to be prime available on Amazon. Or maybe I was hoping I will find it in a record shop around where I live.

Anyway, I asked Mikey for the CD and he asked, “This CD right here?” He pointed to the CD.

“Yeah”

He then looked in another box, and when he put the box down empty handed he said, “Wow that was the last one”.

“Cool!” I responded with, like the fucking shy idiot I am.

It took me a while to get this album, I’m glad I waited so I can actually buy the album from the band themselves, but I wish I could’ve responded better.

(Photo of CD taken after the concert on my desk)

What happens next is so surreal that it took me a couple of days to comprehend that it happened. It’s nothing even that spectacular it’s just something that had never happened to me before. He tapped on the tablet the items I was purchasing and told me my stuff was going to be 35 bucks. I handed him my card and he actually swiped my card into the card reader sticking out from the tablet and asked, “Can you sign right here, please?”

This was mind-blowing to me, because I’m thinking shouldn’t it be the other way around? Shouldn’t I be the one asking you to sign me stuff. But I signed the tablet, in a way like I’ve never been excited to sign my name to a purchase before. I couldn’t believe I was buying band merch from the actual band member himself, it was awesome. After he gave me my stuff, I handed them to my sister and asked him if I could shake his hand. The guy puts the tablet down and sticks out his hand and I’m fucking touching Mikey Shuman’s hand. I thanked him, and if I wasn’t enough of a square, my sister noticed an awkward silence and finally said, “I think you guys are great and I’m really excited for the show!” Both Zach and Mikey said thank you and both shook Jen’s hand. I thanked Mikey again and leaned over to shake Zach’s hand and went back to the front of the stage.

Obviously, I was excited that I met two of the members from the band. I couldn’t believe I actually talked to them. But I still felt unsatisfied, not with them of course, but with myself. I want to be a music journalist and interview bands and study music as a career. Because I have anxiety issues, including a bit of social anxiety, I am always awkward and shy when I meet people, which does not help me in the long run at all. There were so many things I could’ve asked Mikey: What do you like to play more, bass, drums, or guitar? I love how bluesy you get in The Great Pretenders, what was the inspiration for that? I couldn’t even ask him something as basic as, hey how are you liking SF this time around? Anything weird happen to you yet? Ever been to Oakland? My God I suck. I could’ve even said, Wow, this is the last CD? No way? How lucky am I? Such a missed opportunity to connect with the band, and actually work on my people skills when I meet musicians for the job I want. Despite the fact that I wish I could go back in time to alter how I met Mikey and Zach, I was still grateful for the encounter I had. It’s not a common thing for me to meet the people who make the music I like.

Their performance was also great. After watching two openers, Tyler Parkford finally came out, but to set up his keyboard directly above me. He bent down and plugged some wires in. I’m sure it’s creepy having people stare at you while you’re doing something, so I looked away so he can do his job. But at one point I looked back up at his direction and while he was standing behind his keyboard, he looked at me and I smiled at him. I was happy that he smiled back. Unfortunately I never got to talk to Tyler that night, but I’m hoping I will in the future.

After Mikey sound checked all of the equipment, they began to play. They started off with “Freakout!” which is what they started with when they opened for Arctic Monkeys. The song isn’t super intense but has an upbeat tempo that is perfect for getting the crowd going. They mostly played songs from The Great Pretenders, but incorporated a few from their upcoming album, Guy Walks into a Bar… So we were getting that mix of relaxed familiarity from being able to sing along with the songs we already knew, and the excitement from the new songs from the album that has yet to come. A variety of uplifting emotions that was getting the crowd pumped. The song I connected to live the most was “Works Every Time”. “Works Every Time” is from their upcoming album, but they released it on their EP with the same title first. Since the song had been out for some time now, I was already familiar with it, and enjoyed the calm soulful singing of Parkford and swaggering bass lines of Dawes. The kind of sound that someone can listen to while driving late at night. But hearing it live was a different experience for me. The dreamy tone from the piano was more upfront, maybe because I noticed it more? I don’t know, but it was lovely.

Zach was a little shy when I met him, since he didn’t really say much; however, on stage he wasn’t shy rocking out those bass lines with his buddies. The guy has mad rhythm with his bass, and he didn’t look nervous on stage. If he was nervous, then I couldn’t tell because he played each song so naturally. I know if that was me up there, I’d probably mess up a lot from nerves, since I can barely sing right while singing karaoke with two friends.

When it came to the more fast tempo songs, especially “Mirror Mountain” all the guys got really into it, but Mikey was not shy of wailing around and screaming loud into the mic. I enjoy watching him get this intense honestly, [even though a couple of the audience members who I talked to at the Bart station after the show told me, at another Mini Mansions concert they went to in Sacramento, were afraid of Mikey potentially kicking them sometimes while he was rocking out, but luckily he didn’t]. His punk rock energy bounced across the entire stage, and as a direct result I got pumped watching him go. There was a point during “Mirror Mountain” when he bent down real close to the edge of the stage. He puts the mic close to his lips, and his palm held the back of an audience member’s nape. He sang close to this young man’s ear, and the young man smiled, probably from the attention he was receiving from Mikey, but he was also leaning back, possibly because he was trying not to get too close to him. Looking back at it now, I didn’t know what was going through that kid’s head, but he seemed unsure of how to react when the singer/guitarist for Mini Mansions was singing physically close to his face. I wouldn’t know either, to be honest, if that was me.

Needless to say, there’s a level of boldness that is needed to get that close to someone, without having that internal conversation wondering if you’re doing too much or just enough. He just did it. While performing, he used his entire body (from his voice to his legs) to express himself, and while some people would think that’s too much or bold, either way, people are looking.

But that’s the thing when you express yourself in something you care about, may that be writing, food, books, or music, it will show. With Mikey, Zach, and Tyler they used their talents to create this interesting concoction of vintage inspired contemporary indie rock. They went with what they had, released it, and was able to perform it in about every part of the world.

In the end, they are going places with it, this thing that they love, or at least what it seems to me they love. In other words, they just went for it. I wish I could possess at least half the confidence of what they have. Maybe if I did, I would’ve been less awkward when I met Mikey and Zach. Now, I’m not saying confidence is the only thing a person needs to pursue what they want, but confidence helps push someone toward what they want. With confidence, you can stand on a stage and exercise your skills in front of people, you can be yourself without the fear of judgement, you can talk to someone you’ve never met before and have a great conversation. With confidence, you just go for it.

#minimansions #mikeyshoes #tyler parkford #zach dawes #concert #indie #music

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Hope I’ve Got Something To Lose - MCU AU fanfic - C20

Story overview: Peter has an accident, and Tony makes a drastic decision. In the midst of everything, a face from the past reappears - but Peter isn’t too sure about reconnecting after everything that’s happened.

Previous chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19

Part of my irondad and spiderson series.

Warnings/themes: injury, hospital stuff, hurt/comfort, mental health stuff, family stuff, corporal punishment, friendship

You can also find me on AO3

Random add-on: By some mad coincidence by way of my mix on youtube, I ending up listening to There’s A Kind Of Hush by The Carpenters while I wrote the Liz+Peter scene, so if you want a soundtrack for the end, there you have it

Chapter 20 - Me and You

Peter slept peacefully. He woke up in the morning feeling rested and content.

“So, was an argument all you needed to get all the nightmare stuff out of your system?” Liz asked at breakfast.

“Uhhh, I don’t really think that’s how it works” Peter said.

“You did sleep better last night though, didn’t you? Something must have helped”

“Yeah...” Peter looked over at Flo, who was talking to Tony over by the fridge. “I- uh... I slept in my parents bed last night”

He could feel himself turning red. Liz blinked a bit.

“Oh” she said.

“You think I’m a big baby, don’t you?”

“Oh yes, definitely” she smiled at him. “Well, if it helps, there’s nothing wrong with that. I just can’t imagine crawling in with mine”

“Mm. I never usually have nightmares if I’m next to people”

“When did you realise that one?”

“...Some time after the accident. I used to be able to sleep better during the day, too. Without the nightmares” Peter shook his head. “So, what do you want to do today?”

“Relax. Let’s spend the day by the sea. Didn’t your parents say we’re here for sea air? Let’s make the most of it while we can”

Somehow, they managed to while a full day away on the beach. It was hot, and they were happy enough splashing about in the sea and then lounging about reading afterwards. They had a few little breaks to go and get ice creams, and then up to the chippy for lunch later on.

Tony joined them some time in the afternoon, and they had a mad game of tag (Tony wisely spurned Flo’s suggestion of Stuck In The Mud). While they were running about, Tony couldn’t help imagining having a little toddler tottering about with them, and Loki joining in and giving the little kid the upper hand in every game. It was a dream that was starting to feel like a reality already. Tony was happy. He caught hold of Peter and kissed his neck and tickled his tummy, making the boy squeak and laugh and wriggle. Tony loved hearing him laugh, seeing him smile. Seeing him happy. That was the way he should always be.

“Can you believe this our fifth night here?” Peter said, sitting cross-legged on the bed while Tony got ready for bed.

“It’s gone so quickly” Tony said. “It’ll be sad to go home”

“Yeah, it will. I like it here. I’m getting used to it. I think the salty taste on my lips is permanent now. I like being by the sea”

“Me too, kiddo” he paused, looking at Loki and sighing sadly. “Poor daddy. He loves the sea too, and he’s basically missed out on half the holiday”

“He’ll be better tomorrow. He’ll be up and about, you’ll see”

“I hope so” Tony said, climbing into bed and pulling Peter close, tucking the covers round them. “You wore yourself out today”

“It was a pretty active day” Peter said. “It was good though”

“You’ve been fighting sleep since about half five. Time to settle down now, pet”

“Ok” Peter nodded, cuddling close. “Goodnight, dad”

“Goodnight, son”

Peter was right, to an extent. When he and the girls got back to the house the next evening, they found Loki sat in the kitchen with Tony, nursing a mug of tea.

“Daddy! You’re up!”

Loki put his mug down so his drink wouldn’t spill when Peter bounded over and jumped into his lap.

“Are you getting better now?” Peter asked, hugging him tight.

“I think so” Loki said, giving Peter a hug and kissing his cheek. “I’m getting there”

“Good” Peter said. “I want you to come out with us”

“Not today, pet. Maybe tomorrow, if I’m up to it”

Peter pouted, but didn’t push him. Loki picked his mug back up, taking a drink.

“What did you get up to today?”

“We’ve just been messing about on the beach, mostly, and looking in the shops again” Peter said, omitting the fact they’d also been climbing on the rocks.

“Ah, how lovely. You’ve been swimming, haven’t you?”

“Well. Paddling” Peter said. “But the waves were pretty big, so we got wet”

“I thought as much: I could taste the salt on you, and I can smell it, too”

“Is that a good thing?”

“It’s not a bad thing” Loki said, tipping the boy off his lap. “Go and spend some time with your friends”

“We’ve been together all day!” Peter protested. “Can’t I stay with you for a bit?”

“I love you, darling, but you’re too energetic for me right now. Run along”

Peter looked at Tony for help. Tony shrugged.

“Better do as you’re told, pet”

Flo pushed a postcard at Peter, and another one at Liz.

“Can you write on these?” she asked.

“What do you want us to write?” Peter asked.

“Anything. Just anything” Flo said. “Maybe... Write it as though I’m not here, and you’re sending it to me. Or something. I don’t know”

Peter and Liz looked at each other, and shrugged.

“Have you got a pen?”

They both had a think, and then set to writing. Liz looked at the picture of seals on her postcard.

Dear Flo,

It’s a shame we didn’t get to see any seals, considering all the signs saying to look out for them! Maybe it’s the wrong time of year - or maybe we’re just unlucky! It’s been fun hanging out with you this week. I can see why Peter likes you.. and Loki and Tony. I think I’ll miss you when I go back home. We’ll have to stay in touch!

Love from Liz xx

Peter looked at the picture of the seafront on his postcard.

Dear Flo,

Remember that text you sent me, promising salty kisses? Liar.

I’m joking; I don’t mind. Thanks for being here. It’s good being able to hang out with you in a completely different setting. I can’t believe that you’d never been to England before, when you grew up in so much money and went on holidays so often. Still, you’ve been now, so you can tick it off the list. Millie knows, but Macy’ll probably go mad when she finds out. You know what she’s like.

Lots of love, Peter xxx <3

Flo looked at Liz and Peter, talking quietly beside her, and Tony, scrolling on his tablet on the armchair.

“I’m tired” she said. “Is it ok if I have an early night?”

Tony looked up. “Sure. You don’t have to ask”

“Thank you” she gave Peter and Liz a hug, and then got up.

“Goodnight, Flo”

“Night, Peter” she paused by Tony’s chair, and then hugged him too.

Tony hugged her back. “Goodnight, Flopsy. See you in the morning”

Flo knocked on the master bedroom door, and pushed it open. Loki was just in his towel, having only just gotten out of the bath.

“Oh, it’s you” he said, sitting down on the bed. “Everything ok?”

“I was wondering if you’d do something for me”

Loki gestured to the space beside him on the bed, and she sat down obediently.

“What have you got there?”

Flo showed him the postcard and pen in her hands. “I’ve always bought lots of postcards on holiday, ever since I was a tiny girl”

“I’m a bit of a one for postcards, too” Loki said. “Back when Tony and I first got together, and I was still living with my brother, he used to send me postcards every time he went away, even if he was only gone for one night. I’ve still got them all in a shoe box somewhere. I buy my own everywhere I go now, too”

“That’s so cute” she looked at her hands, and the postcard. “Ever since I was tiny, whenever I went on holiday with my dad, he’d always take one of my postcards and write on it, even though we were both there together. He always put how old I was at the time on them. I’ve got them all in a photo album, and I like looking through them, seeing how the way he talked changed through the years. I like looking at them when I’m sad, because then I can remember all those good moments. Do you understand?”

“I do” Loki said. “I’ve never met your father. Is he nice?”

Flo nodded. “He’s lovely. You might like him. I think Tony definitely would. He’s an architect, and he loves the Stark Industry stuff, even though it’s outside of his remit”

“What about your mother?”

Flo was quiet for a moment. “She doesn’t like me much”

“What? Now, I’m sure that’s not true” Loki said. “Everyone likes you. Why wouldn’t she?”

“I’m not like her. I think that’s always annoyed her a bit. Dad said we never really got time to bond. She went away when I was little”

“I see”

“No you don’t” Flo looked at him. “She got cancer, when I was small. Too small to remember. She went away and lived with her parents. She took my sister, but left me with dad. It took her a long time to fight it. She didn’t come home until I was nearly five, but we used to visit. I was different from her even back then. She blamed my dad”

“Different how?”

“Well. I know it sounds silly, but different in how I dress, and the things I like. She didn’t like it when I showed up in frilly dresses and pink. She was always trying to put me in dungarees and little jeans and stuff, but I never liked it. It still annoys her now that I don’t wear that kind of thing. She’s always been a tomboy, as long as I can remember, and definitely before. She likes that, she wants me to be the same. But I like dresses... She doesn’t like my personality either”

“What’s not to like? You’re a lovely girl. And you certainly know how to keep people in order”

“I don’t think so” Flo said. “She says I’m too polite and timid. I think she always wanted feisty kids”

“What’s your sister like?”

“Well, she’s like my mothers mini-me. She’s older, she’s nearly thirty, so she doesn’t live with us anymore. I don’t see her very often, but we Skype. But she’s definitely way more like mother. I think she was my mothers vision, her dream child, and then I was... me”

Loki put an arm round her shoulders.

“I love my sister, but it’s annoying sometimes, because she can do no wrong, and I can do no right”

“Believe me, Flo, I know exactly what it’s like to live in someone’s shadow. Just count yourself lucky you’re not closer in age. My brother and I were constantly compared. In that mans eyes, I can still do no right. You learn not to care. Or at least, you learn not to care so much. You can’t really change what you like, and you can only change yourself to a certain extent. If I were you, I wouldn’t bother. Your father loves you, and sometimes one parent is enough”

“Are you and your mother close?”

“Well, we were. A long time ago. I haven’t seen her for years”

“Do you mind?”

“...Sometimes” he moved his arm and carefully took the postcard and pen from her. “Right, let’s see...”

Flo,

You’ve always been the best of the bunnies. It’s been good having you around. It’s been good seeing Peter with his friends. It’s endearing. You’ll understand that if you ever have children in your life in the future.

Sorry I haven’t been around much, but my flare-ups always chose their moments (always the bad ones), and there’s not much I can do about it. I hope you’ve enjoyed your little trip anyway.

As I always tell Peter; ‘Chin up. Stiff upper lip’

Loki x

Tony watched Peter and Liz over the top of his tablet. Their heads were resting against each other, and they were holding hands. Peter had his eyes on the screen, but Liz seemed a little distracted. Quietly, he stood up and left the room.

Loki wasn’t very happy about being woken up.

“What?!” he snapped.

“I want to talk to you”

Loki scowled and sat up reluctantly, reaching for his Lucozade. “What is it?”

“I want to talk about Peter... And about Flo and Liz. And Malaki”

Loki lowered the bottle. “What about them?”

“Well... I’m not sure how to say it”

“Just spit it out, Tony: I’m too tired for your riddles”

Tony sat next to him, taking his hand. “Should we put a stop to it?”

Despite his fatigue, Loki knew what he was getting at straight away. He sighed heavily.

“Tony, you were a rich slut once too”

“Uhh, rude. I was a playboy”

“Same thing, isn’t it?”

Tony scowled, and nodded reluctantly. “Peter’s not like me. Look, I think him and Liz are getting close. I see the way she looks at him. So that might happen. But then there’s Flo, and we both know that little thing. And then there’s... Malaki”

“You really don’t like Malaki, do you?” Loki said, unable to help noticing how Tony had spat the boys name.

“No, but I can’t really stop them from being friends, can I?”

“What is it about him that’s so bad?”

“You haven’t met him properly, and you haven’t heard the things I have” Tony said. “Let’s just say, there’s a specific reason you make a kid board when you live a twenty minute drive away from their school”

“You don’t think he’s good enough for our baby, do you?”

Tony gave him a look, which confirmed his assumption. “Anyway, that’s like, nearly three people that Peter’s letting lift his shirt, and-”

“Tony, that kid is not ready for sex. Take it from me, the man of experience in frigidity. Plus, you’ve seen him with Flo: that girl’s not likely to so much as bite his neck, let alone anything else”

“What about Liz?”

“I don’t know! I barely know the girl”

“I’m just a little worried. What if someone gets hurt?”

“What if no one does? Look, it’s just kissing. Each person knows he’s kissing other people, and if they had a problem with it, they’d back out, or at least say something about it”

“I’m still not sure”

“Tony, he’s not doing any harm. He’s just - I don’t know, exploring. Just back off and leave him to it. If he needs us, he’ll make it known”

Tony sighed. “Maybe you’re right”

“Just turn a blind eye”

“I’ve got another concern”

“About?”

“Malaki”

“I see. What is it?”

“Peter doesn’t speak to him”

Loki paused. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, as in the selective mutism thing? He can talk to the bunnies a bit, and he can talk to Flo completely, and Liz, for whatever reason. But Malaki? He’s never spoken a word to him, and I know that for a fact. What does that tell you?”

“Tony” Loki sighed. “We both know his mutism doesn’t make sense. There was a time he couldn’t even talk to Happy and Pepper, but he’s always been able to talk to some of your Avenger friends”

“Nat and Bruce and Thor, and Clint. He’s not met Wanda yet...” Tony sighed. “Ok, so he can usually talk on the home front nowadays, and he’s better in most situations. It’s just school and parties really, isn’t it?”

“Mostly. He’s come a long way. Maybe it’s just the school thing”

“But he sees Malaki outside of school too, and-”

“Tony, what exactly is it that you want me to do?” Loki interrupted. “Peter doesn’t understand what makes him mute, so how are we supposed to? Just leave it. We can’t wrap him in cotton wool all the time”

“You’re talking about the kid who slept in our bed last night because he was scared of having another nightmare”

Loki gave him a look, looked at the wall, and then back to Tony. “Can I go back to sleep now?”

Tony sighed and gave him a quick kiss. “Sure”

Once Peter was fast asleep, Tony carefully lifted him up and took him to his own room. He tucked him in carefully, and left him to rest.

Peter awoke with a gasp, his heart thudding. Tears sprung to his eyes, and he rolled over to go to his dad for comfort, only to find him gone. He sat up quickly, and realised where he was. He took a few deep breaths, and slipped off the bed, heading for his parents room. He tripped over a pair of shoes someone had left on the landing, and landed heavily on his hands and knees. While he was still getting over the shock of the fall, there was a creaking sound, and he froze.

“Peter?”

It was just Tony, awoken by the thud, coming to check. Peter looked up at him, and started crying properly.

“I had a bad dream-!”

Tony sighed, going over to the boy and lifting him into his arms.

“Come here, chonk” he said, holding him tight and carrying him back to the master bedroom.

“I woke up and you weren’t there”

“Shh, sh, I know. I’m sorry, chick. I thought you’d be ok in your own bed once you were asleep”

He set him down on the bed and climbed in beside him. Peter cuddled close, and Tony rubbed his back until he’d stopped crying.

“There now” Tony said once he’d gone quiet. “You’re ok. I’ve got you”

“I’m sorry..”

“I told you you shouldn’t’ve left him” Loki mumbled, making them both jump a bit.

“You’re awake!” Tony said.

“Cleverly observed” Loki held an arm out to Peter. “Come here, chick”

Peter moved over and let Loki pull him close against his chest. Tony sighed, and cuddled up with them. Loki opened one eye to look at him. He wrinkled his nose as Tony kissed him on it.

“Love you”

Loki sighed, resting a hand on Tony’s arm. “Love you too”

After another full day, incorporating another train trip and another look round all the shops, Peter, Liz, and Flo sat on a wooden landing stage, watching the water bubble through the cracks of the wood as the waves receded into the ocean.

“I don’t want to go home” Peter said, breaking the silence.

“This week has gone so quickly” Liz said.

“Tony did say it was only going to be a little trip” Flo said. She sighed. “I don’t want to go home either”

“Can’t you convince your dad to extend the trip?” Flo tried.

Peter shook his head. “He has to get back: he’s got a big press conference in a few days”

“What time are we leaving tomorrow?”

“I’m not sure. I’ll ask dad later”

“We’ll arrive earlier” Flo said. “New York is five hours ahead of here. So maybe we won’t have to leave too early”

Peter looked out at the sea, watching a cargo ship in the distance making its way across the horizon. He always hated the last evening of a trip: it was always so melancholy. He jumped as someone suddenly had their hands over his eyes.

“Guess who?” A familiar voice said.

Peter wriggled away and twisted round to see. “Dad! You made it!”

Loki sat down, pulling the boy onto his lap. “I said I would”

“Where’s other dad?”

“Buying me an ice cream. He’ll be here in a minute”

Peter relaxed against Loki’s chest. “Do you know what time we’re leaving tomorrow?”

“Well, Tony said our flight isn’t until midday, but it’s a few hours drive to the airport, so probably around eight, half-eight”

“Ok, let me work this out” Peter said. “So, leave at eight, flight at twelve, nine hour flight...So we’ll get back at nine in the evening English time, so... four in the afternoon in New York time?”

Loki nodded. “Yes, that way we can drop you girls off at your respective residences before we go home”

“Can’t we leave later and have them stay the night at ours?”

Loki laughed slightly. “No, darling. You know what your dad’s like the first night back after a trip. Besides, I’m not one hundred per cent myself. It’s been a fight enough getting out here”

Peter sighed, resting his head back against Loki’s shoulder.

“That was a tragic little sound, chick”

“He doesn’t want to go home” Liz said, taking Peter’s hand. “None of us do”

“I take it you’ve enjoyed yourselves this week, then?” Tony said, appearing behind them.

“Oh yes, definitely” Flo said.

“Good” Tony said, squeezing in between her and Loki and handing Loki the Mr Whippy he held.

“Thanks, chick” Loki said, moving Peter a little so he could eat.

Peter peered up at him. “Two flakes?! No fair!”

“Hey, this is only my third ice cream of the week. I was expecting lots more, so I think I deserve two flakes as compensation”

Peter pouted, but nodded. “Yeah, ok, I’ll give you that”

“So, what happens tomorrow?” Liz said.

“Well, I want you to get the vast majority of your packing done tonight” Tony said. “That way we can get ready to go quickly in the morning. Get up, have breakfast, tidy and pack up the house, drive to the airport, get on the plane, probably sleep for most of the flight. Land, drop you girls off, go home, sleep. Or something like that”

“I want to stay” Flo said.

“I know, pet. I do too” Tony said. He noticed Liz. “Liz? What’s the matter?”

“I don’t want to go back. I’ll be going back to Oregon not long after we get back”

“I thought you were staying for ages!” Peter said.

“Well, we’ve been in New York for a while now. Mum texted me the other day saying we’ll be going back sooner than planned”

Despite himself, Peter’s eyes filled with tears.

“I don’t want you to go. Not now we’re friends”

“I’ll miss you too” Liz said. “We can stay in touch, though. I’ll make sure to give you my address, then we can write to each other too”

“Like those pen pals you see on Instagram?”

Liz smiled. “Definitely”

Flo, ever the organised one, finished packing first. She helped Liz finish, and then decided on an early night. Liz wasn’t ready to call it a night yet. She went downstairs first, where Tony was sorting out the kitchen while Loki sat on the unit drinking tea. They both looked up when she came into the kitchen.

“Hey Liz” Tony said. “You on your own?”

“Yeah, Flo’s gone to bed. She’s tired”

“Bless. Well, an early night is probably a good idea, even though we’re not leaving stupidly early, and we’ll have loads of time to sleep on the plane”

“I think she’s just ready to say goodbye to the holiday” Loki said.

“Where’s Peter?” Liz asked. “I thought he was down here”

“He’s in his room, pet” Tony said. “I think he’s feeling a bit sad. He might appreciate a bit of company”

Peter was packing halfheartedly, feeling very glum indeed. He managed to offer Liz a slight smile when she came into the room. She sat down shoulder-to-shoulder with him.

“How are you doing?”

“I’m sad”

“About leaving?”

Peter nodded. “And about you”

“You’ve still got Flo, and that boy. And those other girls. And probably a whole lot more besides” Liz said. “You’ll still have me, too. You’ve got my number, and I’ll write, like I said. All old-fashioned, like. We’ll see each other again some time”

“I hate it when good things end”

Liz put her arms round him, rubbing his arm firmly. Peter leant into her.

“I bet this isn’t what you expected when we bumped into each other on the street”

“No” Liz said. “It’s better”

Peter looked at her. Liz kissed him on the cheek. Peter stayed where he was. Liz slowly moved her hand, slipping it under his shirt and resting it on his tummy.

“Do these scars still hurt?”

“No. They’ve been healed for a while now...”

He could feel his face flushing. He liked the feel of her. He liked being close to her. She was looking into his eyes. They were close again. Very close. Peter’s heart was thudding. He knew this feeling. He knew what was going to happen. Liz kissed his cheek again, ever so gently. Peter put a hand on her arm, holding her tight, trying to calm his nerves. She kissed him again, just at the corner of his mouth. There was a pause, and she did it again. Peter let his eyes close. He wanted this. He could feel the heat of her, and he took a deep breath. This was it, finally. One more kiss to the corner of his mouth, and-

“Peter! Do you want a drink?”

Liz and Peter sprung apart at the voice, jumping when the door opened. Loki took one look at their flushed faces, and turned his head slightly, looking at them incredulously.

“Am I interrupting something?”

Liz and Peter shook their heads. Loki gave them a look which clearly said he didn’t believe them.

“Tea?” he said.

Peter nodded. “Sure...”

“Liz?”

Liz nodded. “Thanks...”

“Ok. Pop down in a minute or two”

He left, and Liz and Peter slowly looked at each other. They sighed and exchanged little sad smiles. It was the beach with Flo all over again. The moment had gone.

#my writing #fanfiction #mcu fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #frostiron #irondad and spiderson #*does your mother know by abba starts playing*#three chapters in three days!! incredible!#I'm so proud

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