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voltagesmutter · 4 years

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Satan x MC - Public.

Pairing: Satan x MC (F).

Fandom: Obey Me.

Prompt: Asphyxiation || Orgasm Denial || Public

Warning: Warning: Public sex, mutual pining, vaginal sex, hand-job, fingering, talks of masterbation, angry Satan.

Day 2 of Kinktober event/prompt list.

Amazing thank you to @crystal13unny for being my beta 💛

Mid-terms were looming and overstressed didn’t come close to explaining how everyone felt. Whilst life was normally chaotic amongst demons, this way beyond words due to how dysfunctional life had become. Mammon had been “retail therapy” shopping so much that goldie broke, Asmo repainted his nails at least four times a day, while Leviathan's beloved console was becoming dusty with neglect. All because Lucifer was bringing forth tenfold his normal strictness to ensure revisions happened, causing tension to run through the household.

Beel was stress eating, which meant consuming triple what he normally ate, hardly leaving anything in the fridge. To say Lucifer lost his shit would be an understatement. He was livid causing sparks of arguments to fly across the house of Lamentation. Of course as soon he started, Satan retaliated as he always did.

“Will you be considerate for just once and not eat us out of food!” Slamming the fridge shut, his red eyes pulsing with anger, “Shouldn’t you be studying rather than indulging in your gluttonous ‘habits’,”. It was asked as a question but meant clearly as a statement.

“Lay off him Lucifer! You know how he gets around exams,” The blonde rolling his eyes at Lucifer's comment, the others around him on the table all going silent, eyes falling upon him before darting back to Lucifer for his response.

“Don’t you start getting involved Satan, keep your nose out where it doesn’t belong,”.

“Doesn’t belong? You're openly yelling at Beel for something he can’t help, just back off Lucifer, I am sick of you breathing down everyone’s necks!” the sound of Satan's fist slamming down on the oak table range clearly through the air. The tension was thick in the room, one wrong move and it would set alight, causing a blaze to rupture in the household. All it took was a tutt and snide remark from Lucifer before Satan dashed across the room and pinned him against the kitchen counter, fists balled up in a firm grasp with the material of the eldest shirt.

“Another word Lucifer and I swear,” Satan hissed, his normal soft demeanour now lost in a sea of wrath. Green eyes normally the colour of soft apple candy now shone dark with tinges of yellow, the iced-cold anger behind them enough to make any human freeze and shiver with fear. Lucifer was no human and went unfazed at the younger's outburst, simply pushing him off him with a, “If you cared this much as your midterms rather than your dopey siblings you could actually pass them with a decent grade,”.

It took the strength of Leviathan and Mammon, quickly running from the table to grip Satan to stop him from swinging at Lucifer. A simple tut, a wave of his hand and a “childish,” was all he left them with before exiting.

“I’ll kill him, I’ll actually fucking kill him,” Satan screamed, chest heaving up and down as the others tried to calm him down.

“Who we killing?” A young girl came strolling into the kitchen, yawning as she did, stretching her arms above her head causing her shirt to slide up and expose her stomach slightly.

“Morning cutie!” Asmo rushed to her side, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her with him back to the table.

“Lucifer,” Belphine huffed, head resting upon the table with his eyes shut.

“Oh I’m in,” Reaching for for a slice of toast only to out it back when she saw a scorpion tale sticking out of the crust, demon food was just not her thing, “He’s been on my case for the last few weeks, I’ve hardly had any time to myself because of his schedule he’s made for me,” her eyes fell to Satan who was still heaving in the corner, before swapping a confused expression with Levi. Levi touched the tip of his nose twice, a signal between the pair to indicate an argument had/or was about to break out.

“You okay there?” She asked, standing up and walking a few paces forward to lean against the counter, meeting Satan’s eyes.

“Yeah just old bossy arse ruining everything as usual,” He murmured, breath finally calm.

“Don’t let him wind you up, you know he gets a kick out of seeing you so angry,” She lent over and gave his hand a gentle squeeze. A shared look amongst the other brothers and just as Mammon was about to protest the gesture, Levithan stamped on his foot to keep him quiet.

There was something between the two, they were the best of friends, anyone and everyone could see that. It was also apparent the sexual tension that lingered between the two, slowly building up, waiting to overspill. While they loved each other as friends, certain feelings now occurred between them. He found himself rather embarrassed at fisting his cock to the thought of her nearly every night, whilst she let his name slip between her lips when her vibrator brought her to orgasm. Neither knowing or revealing how they felt for the sake of their friendship. As if too blind to recognise their feelings for each other.

“So what was he going off about this morning?” She asked the room, going into the fridge and opening a cartoon of juice.

“Beel’s eating,” Levithan answered, watching as Beel was still moping in the corner of the room, kicking fallen debris on the floor with a huff.

“Oh Beelze! Are you stressing eating again?” She asked, feeling sympathy for him, she did for all of them. Whilst they were demons, they had no control over their powers, each of them having their own individual quirks tied to their demonic power.

“Yeah-” sulked from the red-head in the corner, scuffing his shoes along the floor.

“Oh honey I’m sorry,” She took a sip out of the juice she’d poured into a clean cup, “I mean he cancelled my date for me for the other day, deemed it as not suitable time for doing my studying,”.

The word ‘date’ made Satan’s ears prick up, he repeated the word out loud causing everyone to turn to him.

“Hmm, with one of them cutie players from Beel’s team I do believe,” Asmo chimed in, causing a blush to grace the girls cheeks, “Muscular, tall, handsome, a little dim-witted but still!”.

A string of curses falls from Satan’s mouth, pushing his brothers off of him, a ‘this day keeps getting fucking better’ is all he says before storming out of the room. The slam of the door is enough to signal his departure.

“What's wrong with him?” She questioned, watching how the brothers all turned to each other before her slowly.

“Isn’t it obvious? He l-” Mammon rolls his eyes with a tut but if cut off by Asmo jumping in, “He’s just stressed sweetie, he’s probably gone up to the library so why don’t you go check on him for us,”. Asmo doesn’t take a second for her response, taking the cup out of her hand and putting it down, practically shoving her out of the room. “But Asmo I!” But her protests are cut short as he shuts the door behind her.

“You!” He hisses to Mammon who blinks in confusion.

“The fuck did I do? I can’t help that Satan is too much of a pussy to admit his feelings, The Great Mammon would never chicken out like that,”.

“Shut up Mammon, you big idiot, let Satan tell her himself,” Levi added, the group of remaining brothers now sitting around the table.

“You think she likes him back?” Beel asked, causing a snort from Asmo.

“Please! Have you seen the way she stares at him? I also know about her little nightly activities,” He sings in a sickly song, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Asmo the fuck that’s gross. I didn’t need to know they were fucking, no wonder he was upset she had a date,” Belphegor sighed, throwing a book at him.

“Oh sweetie no, they’ve not done it yet, but the way she says his name at night she definitely wants too,”.

“How do you even know that?”.

“I’m the avatar of lust sweetie,” Asmo rolls his eyes and flicks his wrist with annoyance at even having to state it, “Plus her room is next to mine and the other night there was definitely a ‘Satan’ slipped between them plump lips after a good ten-minutes of buzzing,”.

“Stupid human, should be thinking of me instead of him,” Mammon pouted, crossing his arms infront him as he sulked like a child.

“Lets just hope the pair admit how they feel,” Levi stated, each of the brothers secretly praying for their brother.

Asmo’s hunch was right, the young girl found Satan angrily moping on the first floor of the library within the house. He had his back against the wooden bookcase sat on the floor, book in lap but little attention being paid to it.

“Hey,” She smiled, taking a few steps forward waiting for his response. He grunted, trying to bury himself in the book without looking up at her.

“Can I sit?”.

“Free place isn’t it,” he responded, flicking the page as she sat beside him, outstretched legs touching.

They sat in for a few moments in silence, Satan still pretending to be studying in his book until he finally broke it.

“So your date,” Finally closing the book and turning to her, “You never said anything,”.

“I,” Her face was blushing slightly, “I wasn’t really into him but I just, I felt too nice to say no,”. Her confession made them both laugh, finally breaking the tension between them. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I didn’t know how you would react,”.

“Me? What does it matter what I think?”.

“Your my best friend, your opinion matters the most,” She whispers, reaching between them and finding his hand, their fingers intertwining like they so often did especially when they sat in bed watching movies on a Friday night.

It took a few minutes again before Satan spoke up, “I’m glad you didn’t go,”.

“Oh?” He squeezed her hand, “I didn’t want to go anyway, I think he only asked because he overheard Beel teasing me about my lack of sex life,” she snorted a little with laughter, “I haven’t had sex since living in the human world. Do you know how long ago that was?” Her following words sending the demons cheeks a light pink, “I mean girls have needs too but I think Lucifer kind of got a whiff of why he wanted to take me out and well…”.

He knew exactly how many months to the exact day since she’d entered the Lamentation household, the shining ball of light that was herself weaving her way into all of their lives. How long it had been to even the touch of another person because the minute she walked into his life it lit a carnal desire which only she could quench.

“I mean it’s been the same for me,” He laughs.

“Yeah, why is that? I always see the girls throwing themselves at you, you don’t seem that phased though?” She asked.

“I have my eye on someone else,” He rubbed his thumb over hers in a soft manner, “Someone important,”.

They shared a glance, the avatar of wrath melting into her eyes as if trying to convey the words he couldn't say out loud. Hers mirroring as she softly whispered his name.

“Satan I-...,” She started a waver in her voice, the feeling mutual for Satan to her. Both of them leaning until they were an eye-lash apart, her eyes slowly closing as Satan swallowed with an anxious breath.

It was unsure who started it but they kissed with a passion, tongues meeting in a sloppy exchange as he pulled her into his lap to straddle him. Both of them indulged in a feeling that this was right, that it was meant to be. Her hands fisted into his hair, both of them groaning as he held her waist whilst she subtly began to grind on him.

“Is this okay?” He groaned against her lips as he unbuttoned her shirt slowly, just enough to cup her breast beneath it, thumbs tugging down the material of her bra to let her perky breasts stand free. His fingers rolling her nipples in his hands causing her to grind harder against him, heat pooling inside her stomach as her panties grew wetter by the second.

“Yes, fuck Satan, yes don’t stop,” She replied, inhailing sharply as he pressed kisses to her neck, a trail leading down until his mouth latched over her breast.

Neither of them wanted to stop, losing themselves in the embrace of one another. When his hand skirted up her thigh beneath her skirt to rub against the wet patch of her panties she moaned his name, causing him to still for a second before continuing, the breathless way she called it made his cock stand solid. A moan he’d imagined thousands of times in his head, but none of it compared to the real thing.

She popped the buttons on his jeans, palming his erection beneath the fabric before tugging them down just enough with his boxers for his cock to spring free. Her eyes widened as she marvelled at it, delicately taking it in the palm of her hand, his leaking head oozing wetness onto her skin.

“L-Like that,” Satan encouraged her after a few strokes, his mind fogging over at her movements. He let out a low groan against her neck, almost forgetting his brothers were only a few doors down from them and that they risked any one of the walking in.

“Your so wet,” His hand snaking beneath her panties to rub his index finger against her wet folds, her hips bucking into his touch.

“Only for you Satan,” She whimpered, back arching as he pushed a finger inside her tight, wet heat. A noise like no-other left his lips as her walls gripped around his digit, pushing out to thrust back in until the grip around him loosened and he sped up his movements.

“Satan, I- more please,” Mouth formed in a delicate ‘o’ as two of his fingers worked inside her, knuckle deep and dripping with arousal. Her hand tightly around his cock, jerking it slowly as they both moaned into others mouths. Both eyes brimmed with lust, neither of them wanting to part from one and other for even a second.

“I can’t, I haven’t got a condom,” He swallowed, he may have one in his room but the thought of stopping now to search for one was too much. Even if she came around his fingers whilst he came on her hand, it would at least be enough to satisfy the need until they could be protected.

“I’m on,” Pressing her lips to his, pulling his hand away from her as she lined herself over his cock, “Birth control”.

“Are you sure- fuck,” He groaned so loud the bookcase behind him trembled, the warmth of her tight walls stretching over him send his head flying backwards. It was unknown who said it, but a breathless ‘fuck’ was whispered as she lowered slowly over him. Satan pressing gentle kisses to her lips as she rose up before lowering back down, inching him further into her with each movement. She took a few moments to roll her hips slowly, Satan’s hands cupping her ass to help her down until he was fully hilted inside her.

“Your perfect, so perfect,” Satan repeated over and over in a loving tone as her forehead pressed against his, slowly grinding movements of her hips in tightly circles.

Small rolls of her hips as his hands delicately ran from the curve of her ass to the smooth of her waist beneath her skirt, the sheer wetness dripping from her coaxing over his balls. The pit of her stomach dropped, mouth opening as her eyes expanded, the head of his cock rolling perfectly against her g-spot with each movement causing her to rock directly against that spot. His lips moved from hers, to her neck, moving down slightly to capture a nipple in his mouth as she moaned louder. He had to bite back the chuckle inside him to think for sure his brothers would hear them, but in this moment all he could focus on was the tight-heat eloping over his cock in gyrating movements. That he was claiming her, that she was his human. Heat pulsed throughout her body, feeling no shame at the sudden happening of her orgasm building.

“I'm gonna cum, Satan, I’m gonna-” Fingernails digging into the soft green of his sweater, lips parted with her head tossed back, cheeks dusted a heavy pink as the tension in her stomach rose higher and higher. Satan’s hands working her hips, letting her move at her own leisure as she brought herself to the edge of climax, ready to be pushed off it. His vision was lost in her beauty, admiring each and every thing about her, how she was physically and mentally taking the air out of his lungs as her walls tightened over him. She came crying out his name, unable to hold back, an orgasm with the intensity like none before she had experienced. Drool pooled out the corner of her mouth, hands grasped onto him to keep her grounded as her vision flooded white, Satan’s hands pulling her down to be fully impaled by him as her walls flexed over his cock. Her sweating forehead pressed against his, rapid breaths falling from her mouth as she came down from her high, Satan groaning as her walls slowly stopped withering around him.

“Satan I lo-,” And just as she opened her eyes, they heard it from outside, Asmo screaming out.

“Lucifer don’t-!”.

“I’m sorry,” Satan whispered, cupping her face as he pushed her off of him. The whimper she made broke his heart but he threw her behind the bookshelf, hissing at the loss of her warmth over him and the tightness of his jeans over his still solid cock as he tucked himself back in just in time for the door to burst open.

“Where is she!” Lucifer raging across the room in demon form, black onyx horns pulsing and Satan swore he could see steam coming out of his nose. “The fuck is she Satan!”.

“I don’t know what you mean, I’m simply revising as you told me too,” Satan peers up from the book he had tugged into his lap, although his sweating face, ruffled hair and panting breath was enough to signal otherwise. The heavy smell of sex dominating the aroma of the dusty library.

“Don’t play coy. I heard you down the corridor! You vile creature, tainting her like that, you should be ashamed Sata-” Lucifer barks but is stopped. Satan growled, anger controlling him as his demon form takes over, standing and pinning Lucifer against the wall as if he was merely as light as a book.

“I might not be good enough for her,” He hisses, tinged eyes pulsing with anger, “But I fucking love her, you have no right Lucifer, no right. Just because you can’t have her doesn’t mean you can control her,”. He gives a dark chuckle, smirking to see Lucifer's face fluster, “Yeah that’s what I thought, that's why you want us all to study, so you can keep her all to yourself but guess what Lucifer,”. Satan peered into his eyes before moving his hold to choke Lucifer, leaning to the side of him as he whispered in his ear, “It was my cock she was just coming over,” The whimper from Lucifer made Satan smug with pride, “So I suggest you leave, unless you want to watch me fuck her... Oh how glorious that would be seeing you wishing, no, lusting to be me as I drive my cock into her tight walls, for only me to ever do so. She’s my human Lucifer, mine,”. He lets out a cheshire grin before releasing his hold on Lucifer, watching him choke a few breaths before turning on his heels and leaving, his pride purely kicked to the curb.

“Are you okay?” Satan turned back around, running to the bookcase where he had pushed the girl off, watching her nod from behind where she was hiding. “I’m so sorry you had to see that,” He whispered, cradling her in his arms, the moments of darkness passing as fast as it came, she bringing out the best and light out from inside him.

“It’s okay, really I’m just glad he came in then and not when- you know, I guess we were a little loud,” She smiled with a light blush, her askew clothes now fixed, “Did you mean what you said… about Lucifer liking me…?”.

“You can’t tell? That’s why he’s kept us all ‘studying’ to keep us away from you,” Satan tucking a strand of stray hair behind her ear.

“I didn’t realise, I mean- I didn’t realise you liked me either so,” A nervous laughter followed.

“All my brothers like you,” Cupping her face in his palm and stroking her lip with his thumb, “But I-... I love you,”.

“I love you too Satan,” She whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down to kiss her. The kiss quickly deepend, the couple picking up their previous rhythm before being interrupted before she pulled away. Satan frightened he had scared her with his actions to Lucifer.

“Do you-” Twirling her index finger along his chest, hiding her face in a bashful manner, “Do you think that… we could finish this in your room?”.

“Of course, we don’t have to continue if you're uncomfortable,” Pressing a kiss to her forehead, a softer side of Satan that only she would ever get to see.

“No no!” She quickly added, “It’s just- Lucifer's room is next door and I- well, you know, I feel we owe him a little revenge for the past few weeks… and as well,”. Her hand moved down to cup his still hard cock through his jeans, “You didn’t get to finish,”.

“You are perfect, you know that?” Satan laughed, cupping her face again and kissing her nose.

“Um as well,”.

“Yes?”.

“Do you think the whole wall pinning and choking… we could-maybe-try it?” Her face burning red as Satan felt his cock twitch, the horns on the side of his that had subsided as his anger calmed now re-appeared but this time for lust, not anger.

“Fuck me you’re so fucking perfect,” He mumbled once more, picking her up in his arms with her legs around his waist as he kissed her deeply, carrying her from the library to his room.

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mochii0park · 3 years

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meraki; chapter 01 I jhs

Title: Meraki

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader / Jin x Reader

Part of series: Waterlilies and Japanese Bridge

Genre: angst I fluff

Pairing: literaryscout!hoseok x writer!reader

Word count: 4.5k

Summary: Throughout your whole life you lived in your sister’s shadow, watching from side-lines as she formed herself into a successful businesswoman with an envying life. Never being able to fill her shoes you gradually understood the meaning of an estranged family and the burden it carried. The twenties began slowly slipping from your grasp which had been embedded with insecurities and longing for fulfilment. Pouring your heart out to strangers with a pseudonym meraki, you began second guessing the decision when an email lands in your inbox.

Author's note: unedited, it's 2am I'll reread it tomorrow

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< intro | chapter 02 >

Seokjin got engaged and moved to the USA.

Your lanky fingers hover over the keyboard, the reality of the situation still lingering in the air. The send button felt heavy, as if the action would make a shift in your universe. You have already made mends with how things were going between you, but it still felt crushing.

Sucking up the little pride you had left after lying to your friend, you push the button and lock the phone hoping to gain some sanity in your walk back to the apartment. It had been a regular night out with your friends. Coffee chitchat alongside freshly baked cookies which you got as an apology for being late.

Your mutual friends felt the need to notify you of the sudden change in Seojkin’s life, wanting you to hear it from them first. Pushing it to the back of your mind as nothing but an additional fact, you continue through the night with a smile. That lasted until you the rounder the corner.

Seokjin had been your friend through university and even later as you grew up and struggled to make ends meet. You had been there for him when his girlfriend of five years decided to dump his ass having a shift in her feelings towards him. You mended his heart through late night talks and rides across the city. He was your kiss partner after breakups, picking up your self-esteem and gluing it together. In conclusion, Seokjin was your everything. If only the feeling was mutual.

Days before deciding to confess to him, he blasts your phone with messages about a girl that pulled all the strings in his heart and awoke oceans of memories. Kim Jisoo was his high-school crush with whom he lost contact after entering his last relationship. Reconciling through social media the two hit off where they last left it and suddenly you became the dust under his shoes.

Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months of not seeing him. With a deeply rooted pain in your chest and a jealousy for the new girl in his life you stepped down allowing Jisoo to consume his being. Afterall who were you than a mere friend, easily replaceable.

The last slap came when you drunkenly confessed, having enough of their roller coaster like relationship. That was the last time you’ve heard of Seokjin’s teary-eyed voice telling you goodbye over the phone. No matter how many times he told you this sounded like the end and the suffering he felt was unbearable; it was nothing compared to the sound of your heart shattering into pieces.

Sehun told you many times that the timing was so off it made him uncomfortable, but that’s the thing about you and Seokjin. Everything was off with the two of you. From kisses to cuddles to nudes after midnight to serious conversations about pineapple pizza. Friends don’t do that, is what you kept telling yourself when the feelings for him slowly grew from platonic to romantic.

In midst of your thoughts your phone rang. Sehun the attachment dealer flashed across your phone. Giggling at the memory of how the nickname came to be, a warm feeling nest itself inside your chest. “Hello?”

“Where are you?”

“I left the Howl Cafe, I’m near home.”

He hums, the sound of the blinker echoing in the distance. “I’m there in five. Meet me at the bus station at beginning of your street.”

There were instances when disobeying Sehun felt like the biggest thrill of your life but right now when feelings you couldn’t pinpoint ran through you clouding your judgement, Sehun felt like a silver lining. As you wait for him to arrive, you can’t help but scroll through your phone in search for that one picture of Seokjin.

The only one you’ve saved after your last conversation. He was leaning against the wall of the bakery, a cigarette hanging from his mouth. His bleached hair fell over his rimmed glasses giving him an emo vibe. It was somewhere around three am when you’ve taken this photo.

Both of you exhausted from running aimlessly around the city. He begged you to visit this bakery at the top of a hill, assuring you about the quality of their goods. You remember that night vividly, how you would steal a kiss or two in the shadows hiding from the reality. How he would woo you with his terrible French accent and you would answer him in your broken German.

You miss him. You miss him to the point where it physically hurt.

Sehun honks ever so caring about the people sleeping peacefully in their homes. He bursts into laughter at your jumpy reaction making you feel annoyed as you lock your phone. Settling yourself in his car you wait for his I told you so, but it never comes. Instead, he turns on his Spotify playlist clicking on Olivia Rodrigo’s good 4 u blasting it a such high volume all thoughts you had were overridden with the upbeat song.

Sehun had been your friend for the same amount Seokjin was. The two knew each other through a few short encounters, for some reason they never crossed paths for longer than ten minutes. For that you were thankful. The song comes to a finish and Sehun observes you from his seat. The lights of the city painted on the window illuminated your face, giving him a prefect view of your perplexed expression.

“How are you feeling?”

You knew he would ask this question, after all the sole reason you were driving on a highway was because of your damped mood but in whole honesty you didn’t know the answer.

“A part of me had expected it. He talked about marrying her, but he also talked about wanting to drop everything and own a cottage in Sweden.”

“Your taste in men is terrible. Remember Mark? The guy who had so many career goals but couldn’t leave his house because he thought having a life outside work was overly distracting for his oh so important career as IT support at ZARA? Or Mino who was so high you couldn’t recognise him when he dropped the weed after your breakup.” Sehun snorts.

You roll your eyes at him. Surely your boyfriend track wasn’t the best but it’s not like you seek out boys with issues, it seems that they attach themselves to you and you can’t get rid of them without a major heartbreak. “Whatever.”

Sehun stretches forward pulling your favourite chocolate bar out of the compartment, throwing it in your lap. You smile, munching on it as you switch the song to Zayn and Sia’s Dusk Till Dawn.

“I just expected him to inform me.”

Sehun shakes his head. “I am not sure why you expected that. You two haven’t shared one conversation in two months. You’ve asked for space when he told you he can’t choose between you and Jisoo. Plus, that was a dick move to be honest making him choose between his girlfriend and his best friend.”

“Space,” you emphasise,” not utter silence. He didn’t move two fucking blocks Sehun. He moved to a whole fucking country without telling a soul. Our mutual friend finds out through an Instagram story. Fucking Instagram. And I don’t care, he was a dick that started this charade might as well end it.”

By now you were fully shouting, the tears that threatened to spill before now rushing down your face. In this moment you didn’t care much about Sehun’s awkwardness regarding tears and crying, that was pushed aside when he backed Seokjin’s decision and pissed all over yours.

“Y/N,” he whispers, turning down the volume as you whimper, “there is not much you can do. You must respect his decision. You can’t force someone to love you.”

It was your turn to huff at the stupidity of his words. “I don’t know about you, but I don’t go about kissing people. Respect decision? Fuck that. Did he respect me when he made a fool out of me?

“No.”

Sehun exhales knowing that in this case you weren’t in the right mind to have a rational conversation. Seokjin was your weak point, he knew that much. Your emotions began to pour out, leaving you a sobbing mess in his car.

“Look, I can’t stop you from having all sort of emotions for him. I can only advice you to turn off your phone for tonight and give yourself time to process the information before doing anything you might regret.”

“I won’t blast his phone with insulting messages if that’s what you think.”

“Good, also don’t eat out your emotions. You can’t stand too much sugar in your system.”

“Thanks doctor. I’ll just write out my emotions instead.” You say leaning into the seat, closing your eyes as you listen to the music.

“You still write on that blog?” You can hear some amazement in Sehun’s voice, and you know it’s not to mock you but to praise you for managing to stay faithful to one thing this long. You had a reputation for giving up on things in early stages because you couldn’t finish them perfectly.

The rest of the ride was spent with you eating out your emotions with the food Sehun bought from your local fast-food restaurant. Not much was said between you and him as he drove into the night letting you process the whole situation, only dropping you off at home when you felt yourself calming down.

Once in the confides of your room you strip yourself of any pent-up emotions letting all the pallet of different feelings overran you. Taking a pen, you let your heart pour into endless words scribbled away in your notebook. When you’ve felt empty the high gone, you take your laptop opening the site you’ve a long time member of. It came to you on Instagram in a form of a poorly done advertisement. It was a website for people wanting to share their poetry with strangers.

At first, you’ve done what you always do: began self-doubting your poems and their worth. Most of them were written in a spur of a moment when you felt like you would burst from the number of things you felt. But one night, when sleep couldn’t come to you and the pain of losing the person you held dear lingered in the air threatening to choke you; you signed in posting your work. It was raw and you suddenly felt exposed and naked in front of the world.

That’s how Meraki came to be. How your pseudonym became your shield, allowing you to burden it with any thought or emotion you’ve felt. In the online world Meraki was a fierce writer, letting her readers know of the pain and suffering she felt. In real world Meraki was an introverted person hiding herself from anyone willing to come close.

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It was a hot Wednesday morning when you’ve gotten an e-mail from your sister informing you of her whereabouts. Due to your mother’s work preventing her from traveling, she decided to pay you a visit instead; much to your delight. The days to her wedding were numbered and so was your sanity.

Luckily for you she and her fiancée decided to stay with your parents.

The thought of her roaming the halls of the only place you’ve managed to cover in comfort was disturbing you. It wasn’t that you hated your sister but although you’ve dealt with your own insecurities some parts of the trauma still hung over you.

You’ve managed to avoid her for a good number of days since she landed in Seoul but now a week later you ran out of excuses. That’s how you found yourself sitting in a posh sea food restaurant, juggling your anxiety during the family dinner.

The last time you saw your whole family was at your grandfather’s birthday (which happened six months ago). The event left a bad taste in your mouth after you’ve spent majority of time listening to your sister’ success only receiving attention when she addressed you.

Solar and her fiancée Minho discussed the menu as they skimmed through different meals. You have been so busy staring at one spot that you’ve never noticed the waiter taking orders.

“Y/N?” Solar spoke catching your attention.

“One chicken fillet for me please.” You were so preoccupied with different thoughts you never saw what they had to offer therefore you went with your go-to food.

The moment the waiter leaves the table with the menus, your mother scoffs. “Aish you’re eating chicken again, we’re in an exclusive sea food restaurant and you’re embarrassing us. “

“Mother, let her eat what she wants.” Solar interrupted your mother’s complaining, switching the topic to her wedding dress. Your mother beamed at the photos she showed her.

It was somehow sad how much power Solar had over your parents. One word was enough to ease them into doing whatever she liked whilst you had to beg and crawl your way and even then, you were no match for her.

You felt severely out of the place. The two talking about preparations while your father and Minho gushed over their new apartment in Tokyo. You sat there in your chair counting down minutes until you could leave. Any other day you wouldn’t bother to attend the dinner but now Solar insisted you showed up. Something about the sight of her family warming her heart, bunch of bullshit.

“How are you doing Y/N?” She asks ignoring your mother as she mumbles under her breath about your bad habits, one being smoking.

You took up smoking in your last year of university when the pressure of getting a master’s degree and balancing your parents had been too much to take in. A lot of your friends decided to find comfort in weed, but you never understood the thrill of it. Rather than spending enormous amounts for just one puff, you could buy a pack of cigarettes and still have money left for some booze.

“Not much, same old same old.” You answered pushing your nervousness away.

There wasn’t much happening in your life. You’ve started a job in a bookstore and spent your free time either with Sehun or Jihyo.

“How’s Seokjin?”

That one question had caught the table’s attention and suddenly you felt a terrible need to smoke one. Your families were acquainted through work, your fathers working together on a project. They had been shocked when they discovered that you and Seokjin had been close friends for a long time.

“He’s fine.”

“I heard he got engaged,” Your mother spoke up,” to Kim’s daughter Jisoo. Ah what a wonderful being that one is.”

“Oh?” Solar gave your mother a perplexed look narrowing her head at you. You played with the glass in front of you, the object suddenly becoming interesting.

“I thought you and he were dating.” Minho joined, telling the words that were stuck on the tip of your sister’s tongue.

“Y/N and Seokjin? Don’t make me laugh. They are worlds apart. Seokjin is so focused on his career while our Y/N thinks writing will make her a fortune.”

Taking a sip of water, you try your best to wash away the nasty words threatening to leave your mouth. Your parents never approved of your career choice not that you even cared about their opinion.

Solar hums pulling her lips into a straight line. “I’ve must’ve mistaken then. I was sure I saw you-“

“Here is your food.”

And that’s how you were saved from the embarrassment of having to explain to your sister that what she saw was imagination playing tricks on her and not you and Jin making out in front of your house. It was awkward enough when she pestered you about it the next day.

The conversation takes on a different dynamic and you breathe out in relief. You were still trying to process the news and talking about him wasn’t helping your soul. You gather yourself before your façade could fall and mask it with a stoic expression continuing your countdown till desert when Sehun would call you for an “emergency”.

Right on time you think as your phone began to ring.

You pretend to gasp covering your mouth to show concern as Sehun sputtered nonsense. He kept talking about his trip to the gym and how his feet hurt from all the exercise he did while you tried not to show disgust as explained in detail how hit his little finger against a metal device . Solar shot you a worried look as you excused yourself from the table.

“And the award for the best actress goes out to Y/L Y/N” Sehun pitches once you close the door of the restaurant. Shooting a quick apology message to Solar, you jump into his car deJa’vu hitting you.

“I should get paid for spending so much time with you.” Sehun dripped in sweat, his black shirt sticking moistly to his body, hair pushed back.

You shrugged falling into a comfortable silence. Half an hour later he stops at the number 13, the windows of your house distinguishable by the large number of flowers catching last rays of Sun before the night settles.

“That will be 100 won and a Mcdonald’s later when you’re free.”

“Yeah, not happening” you tell Sehun, already halfway out of the car, rucksack slipping from your shoulder.

He raises a brow at you.” I am not your personal driver Y/N. I had to leave my girlfriend to drive you back.”

You scoff as you roll your eyes at him.” I’ve told you to call me for an emergency. There was no picking up included.”

He mimics your words mockingly before pressing the gas pedal leaving you behind him. Unlocking your apartment door, you’re greeted with your dog sleeping in the hallway not giving you a second glance as you pass over him. Haku’s snores echo through the empty apartment warming your heart. The Shiba became your companion two years ago when you were going through a rough patch. It took some time for you to get used to each other but now you couldn’t image not having his snot buried into your business.

Turning on the lights you sit at the kitchen table pulling your leg up to rest your head on the knee. Opening your laptop, you see a few notifications popping up on the sideline about your recent orders. Just when you were about to close the notification center you see one mail standing out. The name Jung Hoseok makes you jolt in your seat.

Dear writer aka meraki,

I hope this e-mail find you well. My name is Jung Hoseok, I’m the CEO of ZER Publishing company. I’ve taken interest in your poetry and would like to have a meeting to discuss a possible collaboration between us.

Kind regards,

Jung Hoseok

The scream that came from you couldn’t possibly be human. Closing the laptop as if it will burn you, you throw it on the sofa choosing to avoid it until tomorrow.

You didn’t know how he found you giving that any personal information on the site was strictly private. Pacing back and forward you facetimed Sehun. He picks up after three very long rings making your heart beat erratically against your chest.

“I swear to God if this is another one of your emergency calls.” Sehun stands there in nothing but a towel hugging his waist. He moves to the other side of the bathroom, bare feet pacing against the marble floor.

“I got an e-mail.”

He curses, his voice muffled from the towel pressed against his face. ” You called me to tell me about a mail?”

“Not any mail, Sehun. I was contacted by Jung Hoseok.” You whisper still walking back and forward, Haku following every step of yours. Sehun tries not to pay close attention to you, getting slowly dizzy from all the commotion.

“And something tells me I should know who that is?”

You halt taking a moment to stop yourself from starting a conversation about common knowledge again, it was a sour subject. “He messaged through the mail used for Meraki.”

This time Sehun is quite for a few seconds taking in your words. You don’t see him, but you can hear deodorant spray and shuffle of clothes. “How? Isn’t that private?”

“Yes.”

And suddenly the anxious feeling was back. The poems you wrote there were strictly private, the mention of your love life and your hardships with your family were never meant to be linked back to you. You’ve checked the websites policy not wanting anyone to associate you with the account. If that were to happen you can immediately start packing your things to move to another continent.

“I am sure he didn’t hack it; nobody is that desperate. Maybe he contacted the website owner?” Sehun takes his phone, hair freshly washed strands falling over his face. He moves from the bathroom to the kitchen placing you carefully , so you could see the whole room.

You think for a second, there was a possibility. “Isn’t that a violation of my privacy?”

“I can try to read out the rights and policy. Come up with a text signed as your lawyer but Y/N” Sehun’s voice is soft, something he did to calm you down. He stood in the middle of the kitchen, eyes having an internal battle, the look you’ve seen on him in rare moments.

“Yes?”

“I am sure if you refuse, he won’t bother you. I am also sure you don’t have much to lose if you agree.”

____

Hoseok was on his fifth coffee by noon, deprived of any sleep last night. He was starved for a good literature piece that would leave him in myriad emotions. Sadly, he came up with an empty line. He spent his days cocooned in the corner of Suho’s café reading page by page poetry that awoke no emotion except irritation. He was on the brink of losing his mind.

Suho slides into the booth, careful not to startle Hoseok.” Have you found anything?”

Hoseok ruffles his hair before resting his head in his hands. He was desperate enough to visit fanfiction sites in hopes of stumbling upon work that had the spark.

“Maybe you should take a break? Visit those open mic nights where people recite their poems?”

Hoseok shakes his head having already used that option last week. “I’ve been to three mic nights and not one was interesting. I am on a verge leaving everything behind to become a stripper. Yoongi did say I have an amazing body."

Sehun by now used to his friend’s dramatic antics shrugs his shoulder.” You should really take a break. You’ve been searching for a month now.”

Hoseok wished he could take a break, but the existence of his firm lay in his hands. That enough gave him tremendous worry pushing him way above his limits.

“I know but if I don’t find a good piece in a month, I can close the firm. Do you know what that means? Hundreds of people losing their job.” Hoseok wasn’t the one to crumble under pressure but now he felt like crying. Suho offered him a smile he’s seen before, the pity smile. Patting his shoulder he gets up at the sound of doors opening ,customers swarming in.

At the end of the day Hoseok thinks everything has turned against him. His laptop dies in the middle of reading, and he discovers he forgot his charger at home. In all the despair and anger he accidentally knocks over the mug spilling coffee over important documents and his newly bought jeans. The stain will probably leave a small burn that he wasn’t ready to face today. He’ll take care of it tomorrow.

On the side Suho observes his restless friend. He felt bad for not being able to help him more, but he already used all his resources and sent them anonymously to his mail only for Hoseok to turn it down.

Sehun walks into the café with his gym in one hand and candy in the other, drops of sweat forming on his forehead. He was waiting for a call from Y/N, prepared to jump into his car at any second. He greets Suho, his sight landing on an exhausted Hoseok bumping his head repeatedly against the table lightly. He hoped to never reach this point of insanity.

“What’s his problem?”

Suho follows Sehun’s line of sight. Hoseok sits in the booth, forehead rested against the table. Both his mind and body were tired, and the clock was ticking. “He needs to find a good poetry piece to publish otherwise he’s toast.”

In that moment Sehun weights his options. He knew how self-conscious you were about your work thinking it lacked emotion and quality and this seemed like a good opportunity to prove you otherwise. On the other hand, there was the issue with people closely linked with your poems. He takes his time picking between different sugars, steering the coffee slow enough to buy him at least one more minute.

Pushing the bills to Suho he takes a sip. “There is a website called Nora, it had lots of good poetry. I've read some.”

Suho nods following Sehun out of the café promising to deliver the message to Hoseok. Once locked up he slides back into the booth watching Hoseok pack his belongings ready to call it a day. “This costumer told me about Nora site. You should give a shot.”

“Nora?” Hoseok mocks, he heard of all the websites used for writing but Nora didn’t ring a bell.

“I think it’s new. I’ve never heard of it but he seemed sure of his words. The worst that can happen is he lied and knowing Sehun that’s unlikely.”

Hoseok nods eager to go back home to his cat Nobus and prepare himself a warm bath to release the tension built up in his muscles. Waving goodbye to Sehun, he exits the shop from the back door and turns on the engine of his car driving away to the beat of classical music easing him.

Entering his small apartment located in the centre of Seoul, he throws his shoes to the side not bothering for order tonight. Slouching himself on the couch he pets Nobus, the cat bumping his head against his arm purring softly. With eyelids half closed he opens the website on his phone, picking poetry as his preferred category.

Selecting a random writer he opens the first poem, eyes scanning the text.

I love you like the habit I picked up in college of sleeping through lectures or saying I’m sorry when I get stopped for speeding because I drink a glass of water in the morning and chain-smoke cigarettes all through the day because I take my coffee Black and my milk with chocolate because you keep my feet warm though my life a mess I love you because deep down I know you'll never be mine again (author of the poem: Nikki Giovanni, I added three last sentences)*

With every word that Hoseok took in he felt himself back in university, all drunk on the idea of loving the girl that sat two seats in front of him during microeconomics. He relives the ecstasy of having love running through his veins, he feels the desire under his fingertips for just one touch, he crumbles at the pain of finding her kissing his best friend. Hoseok feels like his heart had been ripped apart with just few simple letters placed in a neat poem.

He sees the words meraki scribbled in a messy handwriting under the poem and he feels as if his prayers have been answered.

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leejungchans · 3 years

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— juliet’s relationship with dino.

a/n: so i may or may not have chosen dino (seventeen) as juliet’s love interest 🥺👉👈 in case you were wondering why dino wasn’t included in the “notable relationships outside ateez” post, it’s because at the time i was still stuck between a few choices, and didn’t want to spoil her love interest in that post ahsjahsj 🤡 this is some basic background into their relationship but there will be more to come in the future!! have a nice day 💕

— how they met.

they met through yeri (red velvet) since she’s their mutual friend!!

he watched some of ateez’s stages and interviews, in addition to juliet’s viral wonderland and answer fancams

and maybe also her aegyo clips from weekly idol but you didn’t hear that from me 🤪

they also saw each other a few times during music shows, award shows or backstage at events they were performing at; like at mama 2019 when ateez sat in front of seventeen for a portion of the show

juliet, like the boys, is a huge carat; but she was too nervous to approach/interact with the seventeen members aside from bowing to them, bc they’re fucking seventeen???? honestly, just being able to be in the same room as them is more than enough for her

she is a carat and kpop stan before she is an idol 😔🤚

dino saw a clip where juliet mentioned she is close with yeri

so he texted her to ask her for juliet’s number around the beginning of 2020

juliet was getting ready for bed and just about passed out when she saw a text from a number she didn’t recognise that said it was from dino???? of seventeen???????

what the fuck??? why???? how????? W H A T

the text from dino was pretty straightforward, just that he liked her performances, got her number from yeri so they could get to know each other and be friends

she definitely wasn’t panicking at this point hAHa 🤩

the first thing juliet did was text yeri just to make sure she actually did give dino her number and it wasn’t just some prank or scam

“unnie, did you give dino-sunbaenim my number???????????”

“yeah :D”

“you mean [insert phone number] is actually him????”

“yep!! :DDDD”

“YERI WHAT THE FUCK WHAT DO I SAY”

“oh, would you look at that! i gotta go, havefunchattingbyeeeeee!!”

full panic mode activated

the first thing juliet did after that conversation was to go to wooyoung because she knows he will be personally offended if he wasn’t the first person to know about this lmao

“uh...wooyoungie? i think seventeen dino-sunbaenim just sent me a text?”

“what do you mEAN DINO-SUNBAEMIM TEXTED YOU???? WHAT DO WE DO HOW ARE YOU GOING TO RESPOND OH MY GOD WHAT—”

“I DON’T KNOW I’M PANICKING JUST AS MUCH AS YOU ARE”

wooyoung was quite unhelpful bc he was too busy freaking out with juliet and the two just stood there in the room in shock and flailing around and screaming

seonghwa got very concerned and went to check on them so juliet showed him the text from dino and her texts with yeri

seonghwa said :O

but managed to stay calm enough to help juliet come up with a response 😔

— impressions of each other. (ahjshajs idk what to call this section)

after that they started texting more frequently!!

at the beginning juliet saved his contact as “dino sunbaenim” lmao 😭😭😭😭 she was very nervous

but as they texted more and got to know each other better it got a lot less nerve-wracking!!

when they don’t have schedules, they basically text each other 24/7 about everything; music, dance, food, comebacks, childhood/trainee stories etc.

okay maybe there was a tiny bit of flirting involved ahskahsjsj 💀

once they got more comfortable with each other, they started having phone calls, which then turned into video calls where they were basically just two sweet, giggly beans :((((

juliet loves his smile and laugh so much 🥺 they’re so contagious and cute :((((((( peak devastation

and he thinks she’s really sweet and cute and funny and pretty :((((

everyone say it with me: whipped

but aside from their more fun conversations, they also share their aspirations and fears with each other and those conversations mean a lot to juliet!!

he wants to feature her on one of his dino’s danceology videos but it’s hard to coordinate their schedules at the moment :(

(update: jk they collabed!! 👀)

he called her minnie (after her korean name minyoung) once by accident and it stuck; he’s the only person she’ll let call her minnie, it’s kinda like an exclusive thing between them

the boys found out about this and will sometimes call her minnie just to mess with her 💀💀 she’ll either cringe or playfully smack/throw something at them

— first “date”.

it wasn’t a date-date

it was more of a friend date!!

because they were still getting to know each other and didn’t want to rush into things; plus, if they unfortunately got caught by news outlets (they didn’t, fortunately), they could explain that it was an outing between friends, then it technically wouldn’t be a lie since they haven’t made it official

yet

it was very chill, they met late at night and got food, but they had a lot of fun just chatting and enjoying each other’s company!!

— their current relationship.

at the moment, they’re just friends

but they both definitely know there’s a “you like me, i like you” thing between them, it’s just that they won’t act on it for now

juliet understands that kq is still a relatively small company, and that ateez is very important to it

she doesn’t want to do anything that, in the public’s eyes, will hurt her group and company, and wants to give it a little more time until they’re more established before deciding on anything (a/n: please remember that you do not own idols nor are you entitled to them; they are human just like us and we have no right to dictate their personal lives; they deserve privacy and our respect)

dino was very understanding when she told him, and they both agreed to wait a bit!!

(update: they made it official 👀)

— ateez’s reactions.

hongjoong was the supportive father; seonghwa was the supportive mother; the other boys were the supportive brothers :’)

we stan One (1) family :’))))

when they first knew about them becoming friends they were so!! shocked!!!! bc they are all such huge fans of seventeen

juliet the introverted social butterfly!!!!!!!!

they trust juliet 200% because they know that she knows what the best course of action is for now; she’s a thoughtful person who always considers every detail, so they know that she will be mindful of not making rash decisions

so they’re all very supportive of this friendship/relationship and are honestly just happy that she’s happy!!!!!! and very excited for her ahjdhwjs

#misc.juliet #ateez 9th member #ateez ninth member #kpop oc #idol oc #ateez oc #kpop addition #idol addition #ateez addition #kpop imagines #idol imagines #ateez imagines #kpop au #idol au #ateez au #dino x oc #lee chan x oc

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mwdders · 5 years

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Second chances.

Summary: You and Tom broke up 2 years ago because of your busy lives, you being in a popular girl band, him with his filming schedule, things ended mutually but you still love him and he still loves you. When you randomly meet at a party, will fate bring you back together?

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Warnings: Swearing (?) implied smut, alcohol

Word count: 4.5K

A/N: In this you’re the fifth member of Little Mix. I know this is awful writing but it took me ages so I’m posting it anyways.

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You were attending a party Ariana Grande was throwing, it was very rare you ever attended parties with your busy schedule but your manager insisted saying it was good opportunity for you and the other girls to socialise with other people in the industry.

You sigh as you finish your hair, you weren’t sure if it looked nice or not but you’d spent the time and effort curling it, so you weren’t bothering changing it now.

“Your hair looks fine before you ask.” Perrie says as she sits on the bed applying her lipstick.

“Thanks, I was thinking if it looked okay.” She rolls her eyes, “It looks gorgeous. Stop fretting.” You just nod and apply a lipstick to match what you were wearing, a black dress, black perspex heels and a red clutch bag.

“Are you both ready? The cars here.” You turn to the door and see Leigh-Anne, looking gorgeous in a yellow two piece. “Yeah we’re coming.”

You exit the room and walk down the stairs, your mood was clearly not the best and you didn’t mean for it be bad, but you weren’t much of a party person, you hated any social gatherings.

“Cheer up darling, tonight will be great.” Jade says as you slide in the back of the Uber. “I hope you’re right.” She smiles and grabs your hand squeezing it lightly.

The drive to Ariana’s was short but familiar as you’ve been to her house before, what wasn’t familiar was the sound of loud music and paparazzi all lined up outside her gates and a long queue of cars down the road.

When the cameras spot your car they try and force their cameras up to the windows and take photos of whoever is inside. The driver presses the intercom and you’re let in through the gates as security stand next to the car to ensure no paparazzi get through while the gates are open.

Once at the top of the drive you get out the car, thanking the driver. You sigh looking up at the big house, “Come on! Don’t be glum, we’re going to have a good night.” Jesy grabs your arm, linking it with hers and drags you into the party, being with Jesy was probably a bad decision because she knows how to party and is the complete opposite of you. “Jess please don’t make me drink.” You sigh as she grabs two champagne glasses off the table by the door. “Oh come on Y/N! At least one, settle your nerves.” She hands you the glass and you take, nodding in agreement that one drink probably wouldn’t hurt.

You all continue your walk through the big house, up the stairs and into the party, you spot Ariana and Jesy drags you over, her hand still tightly gripped to your forearm so you have no choice but to follow her.

“Ariana!” Jesy gets her attention and she smiles widely, “Jesy, Y/N! So nice to see you both. Are Leigh-Anne and Perrie here?” You return her hug, “Yes, they’re here somewhere.”Your voice came out a bit quieter than you would of liked but you brushed it off. “Well ladies, enjoy yourselves. The bar is out back and help yourself to anything from the buffet in the kitchen. Go mingle.” You smile at her as Jesy drags you away, “Oh Y/N! The dogs are in my room if it all gets too much.” She says with a wink, you smile widely, Ariana knew about how you didn’t do too well in social situations from when you were on tour together and how the dogs always helped calm you.

You loosen the grip Jesy had on your arm but stay close to her as she walks outside to where most of the people attending the party were.

There were a lot of familiar faces jumping out at you but some were strangers. You smile at a few people you know and say a few hello’s here and there but not really speaking to anyone, until someone grabs your arm and pulls you in a hug, you’re startled slightly and pull back as quick as you can until you see it’s Tom, “What not happy to see me?” You laugh and hug him this time, “I am, just wasn’t expecting you to be here.” He chuckles, “I mean- I could say the same about you. Seeing you at a major party was last on my list today.” You shrug, “Its a band thing.” You say, “Oh makes sense.”

You take in his appearance and he looks dashing in black jeans, black shoes and a white jumper. “How’ve you been?” Tom asks and you answer honestly, things had been hectic, especially since you last saw Tom nearly 2 years ago after your break up. “Mad, honestly, I’ve not stopped, I feel like I’ve been on the run for 2 years. My body’s on overdrive.” He frowns slightly, “You always were overworked.” He turns to look around the room, “Yeah I suppose.” He then looks back at you, “Come on, let me introduce you to some people I’m here with.” He grabs your hand and pulls you through the crowd.

You spot who he’s leading you to and you gulp, you recognised everyone he was about to introduce you to and you were nervous. “Y/N!” Harrison yelled, causing everyone to turn to you. “So nice to see you.” He hugs you, which causes you to relax a little more. “Yeah you too Harrison.” Tom squeezes your hand again and you turn to him. “Y/N this is Jacob, Zendaya, Sebastian, Chris and Anthony.” You wave lightly in their direction, “Nice to meet you all.” Zendaya laughs, “Oh no, not another English accent I can’t understand.” This makes everyone around you laugh, “Sorry I’ll try my best to pronounce my words clearly.” You smile at her and she returns the gesture. “Y/N what are you doing back in the states? Thought you were done over here for a while?” Harrison asks, seemingly more interested in you than anyone else as everyone returned to the conversations they were having before. “Oh well-so did I! But we’re over here filming a music video.” He nods, “Well it’s nice seeing you, to be honest since you and Tom broke up it’s been boring, you were the fun one.” He jokes causing you to really laugh because you know he didn’t mean it, you were far from the fun one, you were the shy, quiet, not very outgoing one.

The sound of your laugh causes Tom to look up at you, he can’t help but smile, that was one thing that made him love you more, your smile, your laugh, the way you wrinkled your nose when you laughed, and how your eyes shone, he never really did move on from you, he just jumped straight into a new relationship and then another one, and another one, until he finally got with Zendaya and he was happy, but she wasn’t you.

“How long you here for?” Harrison’s asks you, “Around 2 months, we have a lot of writing sessions scheduled too so that should be fun.” He nods before being asked something by Jacob and turning away from you. You stand there awkwardly as everyone is having a conversation and you’re just listening like an outsider.

You decided to walk through the crowd a little more, see if there’s anyone else you know, although you wouldn’t normally do this not being a party person you felt confident enough, knowing that that the girls wouldn’t be far away and also Tom and Harrison are here, it also gives you chance to think things over.

Seeing Tom really threw you off, you hadn’t seen him in 2 years and although your relationship ended mutually, he took some getting over and you’d barley done that. You’d had one other relationship in the last 2 years, and that barley lasted, you compared everything about that relationship to your relationship with Tom and it was hard.

You knew he was with Zendaya now though so you wouldn’t do anything to jeopardise that, you wanted to see him happy, you wouldn’t ruin his happiness for selfish reasons, plus he’d moved on, you couldn’t risk everything for him to potentially not love you anymore.

You smile as you pass a few more people you know but one person catches you eye more that anyone else and you walk over a wide smile on your face. “Well well, look what the cat dragged out.” You giggle as you jokingly hit his arm. “Y/N, what a pleasure.” He turns around and hugs you, “Didn’t think I’d be seeing you so soon Mendes. You’ve only just left London.” He slings an arm around your shoulder, “Just can’t stay away from you.” You chuckle, “It’s nice to see a familiar face, even if it is a boring one.” He drops his arm and puts his hand on his chest, “Boring! How dare you.” He turns away faking hurt and you pull at his arm to turn him back, “You know I’m joking?” He crunches his nose but smiles at you, “Of course darling.” His eyes then dart across the room, “Oh you know your ex is here?” He points to Tom, “And he is eyeing you up.” You roll your eyes, “No he’s not. He’s with Zendaya.” Shawn sighs, “Yeah and does he look happy?” You turn in Tom’s direction and take in the image in front of you, Tom was leaning against a wall, Zendaya stood next to him, his hand linked with her’s but he wasn’t interacting with her, he was staring into space, as she spoke to Jacob, all he did was smile every now and then. “Seems to me, he wants you back.” Shaking your head you say, “No, he doesn’t.” You cross your arms over your chest, hugging them lightly, you needed a breather, “It was nice to see you Shawn but I’m gonna go inside for a bit.” You begin to walk away, “Hey, you okay? I didn’t mean to mention Tom, sorry if it upset you.” He says after you, “It’s okay.” You smile reassuringly but continue to walk inside, Tom notices you leaving, of course he did because all he’s done is keep his eyes on you since he knew you were here. He gives you a few minutes before following the way you went.

You make your way up to Ariana’s room, needing a minute, you tried to find the girls but no luck, tonight had gone completely different to how you thought it would, the party was surprisingly nice but seeing Tom really threw you off, you’d been in denial about still loving him but you knew now you couldn’t lie to yourself anymore.

You unlock Ariana’s bedroom door and you are immediately met with Toulouse and Myron jumping up your legs, “Hi babies.” You step into the room more and they follow you as you sit on the bed. Myron jumps into your lap and Toulouse lies next to you, sighing contently you stroke them both, immediately relaxing.

Your feelings were everywhere, you couldn’t think anymore about Tom and also what Shawn said. Did Tom want you back? You’d only witnessed him with Zendaya for a few minutes but you couldn’t help linger over what Shawn said about him not looking happy, he really didn’t.

A knock on the door interrupts your train of thought, you place Myron on the bed and stand up walking to the door, you open it to find Tom on the other side. “Hey- I was er looking for you.” He scratches the back of his neck nervously, “Here I am.” You giggle opening the door wider, allowing him in and then shutting it again. “Is everything okay?” He asks, sitting down on the bed, “Yeah I just needed a minute, you know me, I’m no good in social situations.” You sit next to him and he places a hand on your thigh, “Yeah I know.” You move slightly, not sure how to read his actions. “I wanted to talk to you, about something- well ab-about us, actually.” You scrunch your face up at this, “Not to be straight forward but, I didn’t think there was an us anymore.” You keep your eyes on your hands in your lap as you play with your fingers, it was a good distraction from Tom’s hand on your thigh.

“I know, but I, erm I don’t know about you but I kind of want there to be an us again.” Your eyes go wide at his words, and your cheeks deepen, “Ar-are you serious?” For the first time you look up at him and his brown eyes are already staring deeply at you, “Very serious. I’ve not stopped thinking about you for the last 2 years, I kinda get the vibe you feel the same.” You gulp, “I do. Tom, I-I still love you, but I know you’re with Zendaya and I don’t want to ruin that for you.” He shakes his head as you speak, “That’s my problem.” He then looks from your eyes to your lips, and back to yours eyes, you nod, knowing he’s asking permission to kiss you. He smiles cheekily before pressing his warm lips against yours and you kiss him back, faster than ever before because you’ve missed his lips, the warm feeling kissing him gave you, the way he made your tummy tingle and your skin get hot, you’d missed him.

He pushes you lightly and you lie down on the bed, and he slips between your legs and you wrap them around his waist, and put your arms around his neck, this kiss was deepening quickly and you knew you couldn’t take if any further no matter how much you wanted to, “Tom.” You mumble as you break the kiss but he only kisses you again this time biting your bottom lip making you moan slightly. “We can’t, not here.” You pull away again, and he groans dropping his head into the nape of your neck, he kisses the spot his lips meet and you giggle. “We still need to talk properly.” You say and although you didn’t want to put a dampener on the mood, you wanted to be cautious about jumping straight back into something with him.

“I know.” He sits up next to you but pulls you up so you’re sat in his lap. “I need to end things with Zendaya,” he sighs, “You do and that’s one thing, but we also need to talk about, why we ended things before, how stressful it all was.” He kisses your temple, “Things are going to be different this time i can feel it. We wouldn’t of come back to each other if it wasn’t.” He was right and you always hoped after you broke you would somehow find your way back to each other. “I agree.” You look at him, as his hands slowly make their way down your back and to your bum, pushing you down into his lap even more, his hips meeting yours, making the sexual tension in the air rise even more, especially when you can feel his erection against your thigh.

“Tom, I’m serious when I say I am not having sex with you in my friends bed.” You laugh, but it soon turns into a moan when he rocks his hips against yours, “You sure?” You groan again as he lies down, allowing you to fully straddle him and basically be sat on him, placing your hands on his chest. “Yes.” You whimper, as much as you wanted to grind your hips against him and rip his jeans off and ride him there and then you couldn’t, not in a house full of people.”Your choice.” He rocks his hips one more time and it takes everything in you not to have sex with him, “It is my choice.” You stand up but regret it as you feel how wet your pants now are. “Wet for me angel?” He comments, remembering from your relationship how it only took a little bit of contact and you were soaked.

“Shut up.” You mumble, he laughs standing up, heading towards the bathroom, “Doors that way Tom?” You say and point towards the door. “I know but I’ve got to sort this out.” He points down and you blush, “Go ahead.” He shuts the door behind him and you leave the room, knowing full well if you sit and wait for him, hearing his moans, would tip you over the edge and you’d go into the bathroom and sort his problem for him, so you stand outside the door patiently.

“There you are! I’ve been looking for you.” Perrie says as she see’s you stood outside the door, your eyes widen, Tom will be out in a minute and this is going to look completely wrong. “Sorry I needed a time out,” you say and try to grab the door handle behind your back but your too late as the door opens and Tom walks out, looking flustered but also you can tell

he’s been running his hands through his hair because it’s all messed up, looking like sex hair.

“Oh, Hey Perrie.” Tom says coolly, you groan, already seeing the look on Perrie’s face, “I see huh babe, you needed a time out.” She winks at you, “Pez it’s not like that.” She smirks, “Really? Cause he doesn’t have sex hair and your dress isn’t creased, no it’s not like that.” She comments but places her hands out, “In the end, it’s none of my business.” Tom wraps an arm around your waist from behind you and Perrie practically squeals, “Does this mean you’re back together?” You look up at Tom and he looks down at you, “Provisionally.” You let go of Tom as you hear footsteps coming up the stairs, you turn and lock Ariana’s bedroom door, putting the key back where you found it.

You smile as other guests pass by you, “I’m gonna go, find Harrison.” You look up at Tom, “Okay.” He glances around to make sure no one’s coming before he grabs your face in his hands and kisses you again, “Love you.” He mumbles which causes you to blush as he lets you go and makes his way down the stairs, disappearing from sight. “Perrie you can’t say anything to anyone.” You say before she can even say anything. “I know pet. I promise I won’t. But tell me, how do you feel about all this?” She asks and as she does you feel all warm inside thinking about actually being back together with Tom. “I’m so happy. Really, I- I didn’t think we’d work again but he kissed me and I felt everything fall into place. I’ve been so out of sync with myself these last 2 years and I think he was the reason why, I didn’t have him by my side.” You gush about Tom and you feel like a school girl with a crush. “I’m so happy for you’s.” She says and leans to hug you. “I always knew you were right for each other.” You giggle, “I hope so.” You stand up and make your way downstairs, following Perrie back into the party, you head straight outside and she heads for the bar.

The warm air hits you and you look around, you notice Tom talking to Harrison and you can’t help but smile. You walk over to the table where all the drinks are and you make a vodka and coke, taking a long gulp from the cup, you don’t notice Harrison stood behind you. “Someone tells me you’ve been up to no good.” You turn around at his words, “Shut up Haz.” You kaugh, “No, jokes aside I’m glad you’re back together. I like Zendaya, she’s a great friend but I think that’s all she’ll ever be to him; a friend.” You cant help but stare at him, watching his every move. “I hope so, I want to be with him again, so badly. He’s everything to me, it just took me 2 years to realise.” You smile at Harrison, “I’m glad you did realise though. I’ve already noticed a change in him, in just this last hour alone.” You blush and look down at your cup. “Oh he’s coming over, act natural.” Harrison jokes, “What are you two talking about?” He asks, standing next to you, “Oh nothing, just you.” You comment, “Really?” His eyebrow rises. “Yeah just how you’re perfect for me and I’m never letting you go again.” He’s cheeks turn pink and he smiles at you, “Couldn’t agree more darling.” He then notices Zendaya’s by herself for the first time, “I’m going to go and have an awkward conversation.” He coughs before walking over to her and sitting on the patio chair.

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The party was nearing an end and you’d not seen Tom since your conversation with him and Harrison, in fact you hadn’t seen Harrison either. You were sat in the living room with the girls waiting for your car, you waited to find Tom and tell him you were leaving but your time was running out.

“Cars here.” Leigh-Anne says as she tiredly stands up, leaning on Jade for support. “You guys go, I’m just going to find someone and say bye.” None of them question you apart from mumbling for you to hurry up and not be too long.

You walk outside and thankfully see Tom with Jacob and Harrison, “Tom!” You shout gently across the patio, he turns to you and you wave, he smiles and excuses himself before walking over to you. “Hey darling, didn’t think you were still here.” He leans in for a kiss which surprises you, and you pull back, “Tom there are people around.” You put a hand on his chest, “There are but what’s the harm in me kissing my girl?” You eye him slightly, “You broke up with Zendaya?” He nods, “There wasn’t really anything to end, she knew things were mostly platonic and it ended nicely, I told her about you so things didn’t seem weird and she was really happy for us.” You bite your lip as you look up at him, “Really?” All he does is nod before kissing you, causing wolf whistles to sound from Harrison and Jacob. “Give it a rest you guys!” Harrison yells, causing you to pull away from Tom and laugh. “Dude.” Tom scolds as he wraps his arms around you pulling you into him.

You pull away from Tom, “I only came to say goodbye, me and the girls are leaving now.” He kisses your forehead and bobs his head, whispering in your ear, “Come back to mine.” You nod straight away without even thinking. “I’ll text the girls.”

You: to Perrie Edwards

I’m staying at Tom’s so go home without me, see you tomorrow babe xx

“Done, you ready to go now? Because these shoes are killing me.” You comment, “I am yeah. Harrison, let’s go. Jacob, see you tomorrow man.” Tom points at Jacob and they do a bro handshake mid air, some weird shit you’d never seen before, you shake your head at their antics and start walking away, dragging Tom with you, although once you exit through the front door you have to follow him because you have no clue how you’re getting back to his. “I called an Uber already so it should be here.” You cling to his hand as you walk down the hill to the gates, it was late now so there were no paparazzi outside which was nice for a change.

You see a black Range Rover pulled up and Harrison jumps in the front and you and Tom jump in the back, Harrison tells the driver the address and you’re soon driving down the streets of L.A.

“Baby.” Tom shakes you lightly and your eyes flutter open, you look around and see you’re still in the back of the car, “We’re here, you fell asleep.” You shuffle out the car, and lean against Tom you didn’t even realise you’d fallen asleep. “Thanks mate.” Harrison says to the driver as Tom unlocks the door, to his house.

It was just how you remembered, big white fence, black door, big windows, a table by the front door, with a photo of him and his parents and another of him and his brothers, one of Tessa and one of you and him, you pick it up and smile, “You kept this?” Your voice is quiet, “Of course I did.” He chucks his keys in the bowl and walks down the hall, leaving you to smile at the photo.

You follow his actions and walk down the hall to the kitchen, you’re shocked slightly when you get him talking funny, until you turn the corner and see Tessa sat by his feet.

“Oh my god.” You say and she immediately runs to you, jumping all over you, you sit down and she leaps into your lap, “Hi Tess.” You scratch her ears and kiss her head as she licks your face, you’d missed her almost as much as you’d missed Tom.

“How?” You turn to look at him, “I didn’t think she lived with you here.” He smiles as his dog gushes over you, “She didn’t. But after we broke up, I spent more and more time out here and I couldn’t live without her so I bought her out here and this is where she lives now.” You stand up and walk over to him, “I’m so happy.” He wraps his arms around you, “Me too.” You kiss his cheek before walking away and down the corridor, “Where are you going?” He questions, “To bed, I don’t know about you but I am tired!” You walk up the stairs and into the room you remember is Tom’s, again it was still the same, big bed with crisp white sheets, hard wood floors, with matching furniture, very simple but very Tom.

You unzip your dress and step out of it, taking your heels off and tying your hair up, you sigh and walk over to the drawer, taking out one of his t-shirts, “Oh I see how it is, make yourself at home love.” Tom says as he stands in the doorway watching you, “It’s like I never left.” You slip the material over your head and jump into bed, he laughs at you but follows suit, undressing down to his boxers, turning the light out and then joining you.

“This is nice, I love you. I’m so glad you came back to me.” He lays beside you, arms around your waist, head nuzzled into your neck, “I love you too. ” You snuggle down deeper into him, feeling sleep take over, you were happy again, in Tom’s arms, finally feeling at one with the world.

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This is shitty I know, don’t hate me

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isthisthingeven0n · 5 years

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press play : i.f

brief summary: taking care of your ex, ilya after he gets super drunk. pure fluff and ilya - what’s not to love?

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Driving towards his house I glanced to my right, seeing my equipment all ready to film. It’s going to be an easy day before the long night ahead, as when it’s someone's birthday we go all out. It’s what any friend would do, especially when one friend is a millionaire.

I climb out of my car, carrying my bag of equipment before letting myself in. “Hey, Dave!” I call out as I shut the front door behind me, a smile on my face as I hum along to the song I was playing in my car.

As I turn the corner into the living room I drop the bag without realising as he turns his head. “Hey?” I watch as he brushes his hair back, it’s gotten a lot longer since I last saw him.

His eyes soften as they remain focused on me, and suddenly I feel self-conscious of my appearance. Before I can speak I see David enter the room, focused on his phone before lifting his head and smiling at me. He moves to sit down opposite Ilya but then stands back up, realising the situation he is in.

“Oh shit.” He mumbles before he widens his eyes up at me whilst I stand with my arms crossed.

I tilt my head, avoiding Ilya’s gaze. “Yeah.” I state before walking towards him and place my hand on his upper arm, dragging him towards his room where we can speak in private without prying ears. “Seriously?” I mutter as I groan loudly.

David stands still whilst I pace up and down the room. “I didn’t know he was coming to celebrate Zane’s birthday!” He exclaims and walks over, placing his hands on my shoulders in order to calm me down. “Can you just at least talk?”

Raising my eyebrows to him he sighs quietly. “We have nothing to talk about, Dave.” I tell him, thinking back to the last time we spoke and it was nothing more than a few passing words.

“At least be nice? For Zane.” He asks and I let out a heavy sigh before reluctantly nodding. I feel him bring me into a tight hug to which I slowly lift my arms, patting his back. “It’s one night, and then you won’t have to see him again.”

I nod in response, knowing it’s true. I won’t have to see his stupid face for at least a few months now. It’s one night, ten hours at the most being within the same company as him. As long as I keep my cool and not let him get to me it’ll be fine. “What’s the worst that could happen?” I half laugh, but David pulls a face. “Yeah let’s not go there.” I follow up my statement as I can picture him ending up in the hospital because he tried to climb up the side of the house. That was the last straw, causing our relationship to crumble.

Sitting in the bar with everyone all I can hear is him. He’s already drunk and is making sure, like always that everyone can hear him. It was something I once was able to overlook because I was blind sighted by how much I loved him. But since I ended things seeing him like this makes me feel uncomfortable, unable to relax as I fear what he’ll end up doing.

“-and then I see Karl staring at me whilst he’s sat on top of Link,” Zoning back in I turn to face Kristen, clearly aware I wasn’t paying much attention to her story as her smile diminishes. “Y/n, have you actually spoken to him?” She asks and I sigh before sipping at my drink.

“I don’t exactly know how, and I doubt now is the best time.” Motioning to the sight to our right Dima lifts Ilya’s legs to do a handstand as he begins to drink from the keg that David ordered. “Plus, I have no idea what to say.”

Kristen raises her eyebrow to me, giving me that look. “I think we both know what you would and want to say.” She nudges me lightly and before I can respond a loud thud and commotion begins.

“Oh no,” She mumbles before standing up and we both begin to move closer towards the crowd of people.

As we weave through to find our friends the keg is on top of Ilya’s chest whilst he is flat on his back, eyes closed. “Great.” I state as I bend down next to Dima and roll it off of him. “Want me to take him back?” I ask Dima who nods and gives me a small smile.

It’s been a long time since I saw Dima, but we have this mutual understanding regardless of everything that happened between me and Ilya. He knows in these situations I’m the most sensible person to deal with a very drunk Ilya, whether I like it or not.

Slowly Ilya opens his eyes and I reach my hand out, waiting for him to take it.

His eyes meet mine and he mumbles incoherently. “Come on you drunk bum.” I state as me and Dima help him to his feet. I slowly begin to walk forward, his arm resting around my shoulder as I pass by our friends. “I’m sorry Zane, I’ll make it up to you.” I tell him as I give him a quick hug.

Much like Ilya’s, Zane’s eyes are glossed over, I know he won’t remember me not being here for the entire night, but he ought to have some form of explanation from me.

Passing Kristen I watch as she gives me that look once again as she sips her drink. “Stay safe, okay?” She calls out, holding her phone up. I’ve learnt over the time I’ve known Kristen that means ‘text me everything that happens.’

I book the Uber and stand against the wall of the bar with Ilya barely able to keep still. “Why’re you doing this?” He slurs his words as he turns to face me.

Letting out a sigh I shrug my shoulders. “Honestly, I have no idea.” A small laugh escapes my lips and I look up to see him a little bit closer.

“I always loved your laugh,” His words are clearer this time and he leans closer towards me. I step away as I recognise that expression on his face and quickly step behind him, taking a hold of his hair as he begins to throw up all over the sidewalk.

“And this is one of the things I loved the least.” I mutter as I see our Uber arrive. “You going to be alright to get in the car?”

He gives me a thumbs up as I wait for him to slowly climb in, his energy slowly returning whilst mine is diminishing. “Can we go get food? I’m hungry. How about we go to karaoke? Like old times.” He nudges me before he poorly tries to wink and I sigh loudly, pulling out my phone and ignoring his comments.

As we arrive back at David’s I open the back door, thanking the driver. “You two have a nice evening,” He calls out as I pull on Ilya to get out of the car.

“’M comfy.” He mumbles as he rests his head against the seat.

“I’m sorry, he’s not normally like this,” I excuse his behaviour, having momentary flashbacks to every time we went out like this. How it would always end with us in an Uber, me ignoring him whilst he begins to act out and slowly become a child again. “Ilya, move your ass.” My tone becomes harsher and he lifts his head silently complying as he opens his door and falls out.

I climb out, closing the doors before walking over and helping him to his feet as he remains laid out across the driveway. “Look at how pretty the stars are baby.” He mumbles and I straighten up hearing him call me baby. It was something that once made butterflies fill my stomach, but now I can feel them slowly emerging from a long hibernation.

“Come on, we gotta get you inside.” I reply, ignoring his words once again.

He kneels before reaching out to hold my arms as he gets to his feet, a daft smile plastered across his face whilst mine remains hidden from his view. “I miss your smile.” I listen to him talk clearly as I fiddle with the keys. “Your smile made everything okay.”

Closing my eyes I try to push it all back down, ignore what he’s saying as the lock clicks. “Well, aspirin and water will make everything okay.” I reply as I help him inside, placing him on the sofa whilst I hed to the kitchen for a moment to myself.

As I stand in the kitchen I look at my reflection in the glass doors. I can’t hide the tears rising in my eyes, the fact that I know he’s drunk and his words don’t really mean anything to him.

“Y/N/N?” He whines and I pause as I hold the glass of water in my hand as I feel a shiver go through me. “Baby, do you have any aspirin?”

I swallow the lump in my throat as I walk over and hand it to him, standing by him as I refuse to sit down next to him. I carefully watch as he fumbles to tie his hair up as he puts down the glass. He stares at the hair band in his hand before lifting it above his head, but every time he seems to miss some hair.

He glances up at me, pouting as he holds the hair band towards me. “Could you?” He sweetly asks and I sigh before taking it from his grasp and standing behind him.

As I tie his hair up he hums quietly. “You smell good,” He whispers before leaning back, his head just below mine as he smiles up at me.

“You smell like shit,” I respond as I straighten up and walk away.

Ilya sighs loudly before rising from his seat, proceeding to fall over onto the floor. “Why’d you do that?” He calls out. “Why must you shut me down like that?”

A scoff escapes my lips as I turn around to see him now standing up uneasily. “Because you broke us up.” I state and he looks slightly bewildered. “You’re the reason we can’t be together Ilya. This, this drunken behaviour is something else and it’s not safe. You, you couldn’t and still can’t control yourself.” My words slowly become louder. “I wanted us to work, but when you ended up in hospital,” I begin to mutter, unable to finish my sentence.

“I know,” He speaks up, taking a slow step towards me. “I know I was a complete dick and I still am. That I don’t deserve you as you’re so giving, so wonderful and considerate.” I try to shake off his words, but I can feel them sticking. “You’re so beautiful, Y/n.” He mumbles as he steps closer and I can feel his hand touching mine.

Shaking my head I pull my hand away. “You’re just drunk,” I mumble before walking away.

“I might be! But,” He calls out and I can hear his footsteps following me eagerly. “but that doesn’t mean what I’m sayin’ isn’t true.”

Sighing I step closer towards him, placing my hand on his shoulder. “If that’s true, tell me in the morning when you’re sober. If this, if what you’re saying is true then tell me again tomorrow.” I tell him before walking towards the studio, leaving him stood there.

“Guess the morning can’t come soon enough.” He yells as I close the door to the studio and pull my phone out.

Sitting on the sofa I can feel the butterflies returning after a long absence. I guess the morning will just have to wait.

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wanna1things · 6 years

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Neon Lies | Hwang Minhyun

Genre;; fake relationship!au + angst OOF

Warnings;; well this hurt my heart to write so i’m warning you it might hurt you to read haha

Pairing;; Hwang Minhyun x reader

Requested;; yes!

Summary;; Minhyun really needs your help, but for how long can you keep this act up?

Style;; bullet point

Word Count;; 2126

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me? writing something that isnt fluffy for minhyun? crazy sdshsh also i’m still on a hiatus (kind of)!!

you weren't sure when you fell in love with minhyun

was it first sight? when you saw him appear in the playground of your primary school? probably not

was it when he presented you with the most thoughtful gift you'd ever received from anyone on your 16th birthday? maybe

but it didn't matter, you were willing to support him no matter what he did, to the point of fault

you both moved to Seoul together, him to follow his dream of becoming a singer and you to attend a top university

you didn't live together, but close, and you met up less than you hoped to

but you stayed best friends, no matter what, even though your feelings were... stronger

that was until one day, when he turned up at your apartment completely flustered, tripping over his words as he begged for your help

"I need you to do me a favour, a massive favour, y/n, only if you're comfortable with it-"

"What is it?"

"Can you date me?"

"What?"

your heart fluttered slightly, watching him closely as he spoke

"Not like actual dating, it's just... I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place right now and I think you're the only one who can help me."

"Come in, explain to me what's going on..."

Minhyun wasn't lying when he said he was caught between a rock and a hard place

a rumour was spreading in the industry that he was dating his managed, a married woman of about your parent's age who you'd met a couple of times, and well... the media had picked up on it

it was set to be breaking news the next day but of course, none of it was true

but typically the media wouldn't accept his denial so...

he had one final option, to say he was dating someone else

and for that, he needed someone he could trust; he needed you

when he'd finished reciting his story to you, you couldn't even find words to say

you just sat there, looking deep into his eyes, searching for something

what you were searching for, you didn't know

a sign your feelings were mutual? a sign that this was a stupidly late April fools?

but your heart responded before you even had time to consider the implications of what was to come

"I'll help you."

"Really? You will? Thank you so much!"

you didn't know what you were getting yourself into, that was for sure

you woke up to missed phone calls from all of your friends, texts from almost everyone you knew

'You're dating THE Hwang Minhyun? Since when?'

'I knew you two would get together eventually! Congrats!'

'Why didn't you tell me?! I had to find out from the news!'

the news?

ohhhh god

sure enough, when you flicked on the tv the first thing you saw was a picture of you and minhyun

sure, your face was blurred slightly, but anyone who knew you could tell it was you, and it didn't help your name was being blasted to anyone who would listen

as much as you wished to pick up your phone, dial minhyuns number, and call the whole thing off you remembered

if you didn't do this, his career would be in danger

and as much as you had a reputation to protect, you also had a best friend to protect- the one you love to protect

and so, the lie continued

“We should probably start, like, going out to places.”

you fiddled with your chopsticks, moving your noodles around the bowl

“Yeah, but... ramen.”

you rolled your eyes at Minhyun, turning to look at him

“If we keep staying in and not going out together, they’ll start to suspect somethings up, and that’s not good.”

“Yeah, I know. I just don’t want you to get dragged into all this.”

he too started to fiddle with the noodles in his bowl, staring down and not meeting your eyes

“I’m already in this enough, we might as well make it believable.”

“If you’re okay with it then...”

“I said that, didn’t I?”

Minhyun looked up from his plate, his eyes meeting yours

“Thank you, really.”

within a week, the two of you were out on carefully planned dates, with just enough PDA to satisfy the press

Minhyun had taken the opportunity to practically move into your apartment

he claimed it was to make everything more realistic, but in reality he just wanted to steal your cooking

one day, when you finished your work for the day, you came home to find him sat on the couch, staring into space

you moved closer to him, slowly, quietly, curious as to what he was doing

as you approached, you noticed a newspaper next to him, the cover scrunched up, barely readable

before you could make out the words, Minhyun snapped out of his trance and snatched the newspaper away from your view

“What was that?”

“Nothing.”

“Show me it.”

Minhyun looked up at you, his stern face faltering

“Y/n, I can’t show you.”

“Please.”

he took a deep breath, shutting his eyes and taking the time to steady his breath

he then patted the seat next to him, signalling for you to take a seat in it

you sat down cautiously, studying his features as he opened the newspaper in front of you two

the headline shocked you as soon as you processed it, your breaths starting to shake

“What are we going to do?”

“I don’t know, y/n. I don’t know what to do.”

you took the newspaper out of his shaking hands, placing it down on the coffee table in front of you before wrapping your arms around him, holding him softly

he shrugged off your touch, standing up to leave

“I’m sorry for bringing you into this.”

he grabbed his jacket, throwing it around him before grabbing his set of keys and going out of the front door, slamming it behind him

you rushed to follow him, forgetting your own jacket and leaving the newspaper on the coffee table

‘Minhyun’s new relationship only a cover-up for cheating scandal?’

you caught up with Minhyun as he walked next to the river, his head down and his steps fumbled

“Minhyun, stop!”

his head shot up at the sound of your voice, spinning around to face you

“Why are you here?”

“I told you I’d help you! I’m not going to stop helping you because of this!”

you moved closer to him, his face lit up by the street lights

“I’m so sorry...”

you peered into his face, noticing the tears that were threatening to flow from his eyes

“Don’t say that. You have nothing to be sorry for.”

he squeezed his eyes shut for a second, before pulling you into a tight hug, nestling his face in your hair

“Thank you.”

you smiled, rubbing his back soothingly

“We’re not done yet. We just have to make this even more believable.”

the next day the two of you met up, hoping to come up with an action plan to make your relationship more... believable to the press

you spent the majority of the day planning ways to make it seem real, watching tv programs to see how real couples acted, eventually ending up just watching tv lol

when you were in the middle of a program, you turned to minhyun, thinking to yourself slowly

“We can kiss.”

“But you said-“

“Yeah, but if its just once...”

“I don’t want to make you do anything you don’t want to do...”

“Who says I don’t? Plus it will shut up the media.”

“That’s true... but...”

“It also means I get to say I kissed the one and only Hwang Minhyun, benefits go to both of us.”

Minhyun smiled up at you, his eyes showing his hesitation

“If you’re sure...”

“I’m sure.”

“Have you ever kissed anyone before?”

Minhyun tilted his head, his hands on your cheek and your hip, holding you steady

“Maybe...”

“How are you meant to be realistic then? No wonder you’re so bad at even getting the positioning right!”

“Like you can talk! You literally only know this from tv shows!”

Minhyun’s cheeks flushed a bright red, turning away slightly and pulling his hands away

“Listen, let’s try practising again.”

his hands went back to their positions on your cheek and your hip, your own hands pressed against his chest

he looked down at you, his eyes flashed with something you didn’t recognise

“Should I go for it?”

“Sure.”

his lips touched yours hesitantly, your own mind going blank at the feeling

your mind swirled for the few seconds that your lips touched, heat rising to your cheeks

you were suddenly reminded of how much you were in love with Minhyun, his stupid jokes and his beautiful face

your thoughts wandered, what if this was real? what if you were really in a relationship with Minhyun? what if this kiss was real?

his lips left yours suddenly, your mind returning to normal at the loss of contact

“That was pretty good for a first try, I think that should convince them.”

his own cheeks were flushed bright pink, using his hand to scratch the back of his neck

his phone buzzed in his pocket suddenly, the smile on his face dropping

“You’re right, y/n. Pretty good. I’m going to go home now.”

his words were stuttered, his demeanour suddenly changing

Minhyun picked up his jacket and, like before, left quickly and swiftly, with barely a goodbye

as soon as the door was shut behind him, he pulled out his phone, seeing the message from his agent

the text was short but it made it feel like his world was crashing around him

“Just tell the truth.”

before the week was up, Minhyun was invited onto a chat show with guess who as a guest

yeah

you

to say the least, it was unexpected but

I mean

you had to go along with it now, hell you’d even kissed in public, if you said no to this people might get suspicious

so you and Minhyun worked together to make up a plan

working out false dates for when you started dating, when you met, and how you got together

making up anecdotes about your dating life to make it seem more reasonable

hell, you even made up fights in case the chat show host asked about that

and before you knew it, the two of you were backstage waiting to go on

Minhyun had informed you that you’d go on after him, with a big scripted entrance and all that

but there were still a good few minutes before that, before your lies would step up a level

the two of you stood together, holding hands to calm one another

you took the moment to look up at him, to think to yourself

he was dressed in a suit, something you rarely saw him wearing, and god did he look beautiful

somewhere in your heart you were thankful for this, even if it wasn’t real you were... ‘dating’ someone you loved, since before you could even remember

but your thoughts were interrupted by Minhyun coughing, snapping back to reality

he moved to face you, letting go of your hand to look down at his watch

“It goes live in one minute. That gives us 2 minutes to talk.”

“At least your math skills still work in stressful situations!”

Minhyun smiles, his eyes bright

“Why wouldn’t it work? I’m pretty sure my skills are so good they’d work even if my brain stopped working!”

you smiled back at him, both of you falling into a silence that wasn’t awkward, but wasn’t exactly pleasant either

you felt the urge to say something, to speak, but before you could even process a thought, Minhyun’s hands were on your cheeks, and his lips against yours

something told you to push away, to stop him, but you gave in, your heart beating faster

he pulled back, the contact lost, glancing at his wrist quickly before pulling you into a tight embrace

just like before, he nestled his face in your hair, but this time he planted a small kiss on your cheek

“I love you, and I’m sorry.”

before you could process his words, his arms untangled themselves from you body, and he stepped back

you tried desperately to grab onto his hand, get him to stay, but he shrugged off your touch and made his way onto the studios stage

he sat down next to the host, the first question leaving the host’s lips

“So, what’s this about you and y/n?”

you watched his face on the monitor, his eyes squeezing shut and his expression hardening

“It was all a lie.”

i’m gonna go cry bye

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Life’s Miscalculation 3/14

I know it's been a while and I'm super sorry about that! I did create a post explaining something that deeply affected me, I was actually planning on putting a chapter out that week until the thing happened, really didn't expect to have to take this long of a hiatus from this. You can read the post [Here] if you missed it.

Just like Sherlock Holmes, Emily Hadley sometimes was called upon by Scotland Yard to help solve the most puzzling of cases much to Holmes’ distaste and much to his annoyance, even his brother Mycroft used the woman’s services at times. After Hadley moved to America those services stopped, the contact between Scotland Yard stopped and so did the messages between Hadley and clients. It was almost as if Emily Hadley never even existed until she returned, a new friend following very closely behind her.

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The two headed upstairs. Emily rolled her eyes at Sherlock who lay stretched out on his sofa with his head resting on a cushion. The man still had his jacket on with the buttons on his sleeves undone and pushed up his arms. The man didn't even open an eye when Emily and John entered the room. Sherlock had his right hand pressing against his left arm, just under the inside of his elbow. His eyes then shot open feeling Emily’s gaze on him.

"What are you doing?" John asked as Emily curiously watched Sherlock.

"Nicotine patch." He answered lifting his arm to show three round nicotine patches stuck to his arm. "Helps me think."

Emily rolled her eyes. He continued: "Impossible to sustain a smoking habit in London these days. Bad news for brain work."

Emily shook her head, reached over and ripped the patches off his arm making the man wince slightly. "What the hell was that for?"

"Do you seriously want an addiction?" She snapped throwing the patches at his chest. "Because that's what will happen Holmes."

"No, it won't." He replied.

"It will if you keep using three patches at a time!"

"I don't understand how this concerns you." He sniffed.

"It concerns me because if you mess up this case it messes up for me too." She narrowed her eyes at him. "This isn't just about you Holmes."

"The case isn't your concern either, I can handle it."

"Look." She sighed shaking her head. "I don't know if you understand in that thick skull of yours but this case is mine just as much as it is yours. Now you called John for a reason and even asked me to come so what did you want?"

"How did you know?" John stared at her.

"I saw your texts." She shrugged.

"Oh, yeah, of course."

Sherlock looked at John. "Can I borrow your phone?"

"My phone?"

"Don't wanna use mine." He replied. "Always a chance that the number will be recognised. It's on the website."

"The website no one looks at?" Emily raised a brow.

Sherlock merely narrowed his eyes at the brunette.

"Mrs Hudson's got a phone." John reminded.

"Yeah, she's downstairs. I tried shouting but she didn't hear."

"We were at the other side of London." John gritted his teeth.

"There was no hurry."

John glanced at Emily who shrugged slightly, not bothering to argue any further. "Here." John sighed handing his phone over.

"So what's this about – the case?" John raised a brow.

"Her case." Sherlock softly replied.

"Her case?"

Sherlock opened her eyes. "Her suitcase, yes, obviously." He muttered. "The murderer took her suitcase. First big mistake."

"Okay, he took her case. So?"

"It's no use," he shook his head, "there's no other way. We'll have to risk it."

"On my desk there's a number. I want you to send a text."

"You brought me here..." John gritted his teeth again, "to send a text."

"Text, yes." Sherlock nodded. "The number on my desk."

"And you wonder why I despise you, Holmes."

"The feeling’s mutual." He smiled and held out John’s phone to said man. John snatched the phone while Sherlock placed his hands together and under his chin as John walked over to the window and glanced out of it.

Sherlock opened his eyes and tilted his head slightly in wonder. "What's wrong?"

"Just met a friend of yours."

Sherlock frowned in confusion. "More like an enemy." Emily cut in making them both look to her. "Your arch-enemy." She glanced at Sherlock who nodded slightly in understanding,

"Do people have arch-enemies?" John asked.

"Did he offer you money again?" Sherlock sighed.

"Yes." Emily rolled her eyes. "And for your information we said no."

Sherlock narrowed his eyes. "We could have split the fee. Did you not learn from last time Hadley?"

"I wasn't going to live in the same flat as you even if it was a last resort." She replied. "Plus it wasn't for it, it was for John."

John glanced between the two people who were narrowing their eyes at each other. Honestly what was their problem? "Who is he?"

"The most dangerous man you've ever met," Sherlock softly replied, "and not my problem right now." He then looked at Emily a final time before glancing at John, speaking slightly louder. "On my desk, the number."

John gave Sherlock a dark look but the man was already looking away from him, staring up at the ceiling. "Jennifer Wilson." He frowned. "That was... Hang on. Wasn't that the dead woman?"

"Yes." Sherlock replied. "That's not important. Just enter the number."

John shook his head and began to type it into his phone. "Are you doing it?"

"Yes."

"Have you done it?" He asked a moment later.

"Ye..." John automatically replied before stopping himself, frowning at Sherlock. "Hang on!"

"Stop acting like a child." Emily rolled her eyes at Holmes who shot the woman a look before ignoring her. "These words exactly: 'What happened at Lauriston Gardens? I must have blacked out'." John began to type the words, briefly glancing at Sherlock with slight concern. "'Twenty-two Northumberland Street. Please come'."

John stopped typing and frowned. "You blacked out?"

"What?" Sherlock frowned. "No. No!" He then stood up and walked over the coffee table, heading towards the kitchen. "Type and send it. Quickly." He then moved one of the dining room chairs and flips it, making it face his own chair.

"Have you sent it?"

"What's the address?"

"Twenty-two Northumberland Street. Hurry up!"

"Bloody hell, Holmes!" Emily exclaimed seeing what he had under his chair. The man casually reached under and brought a bright pink suitcase out from underneath his chair, setting it on the dining chair as he unzipped it. "

"That's..." John stared at the case. "That's the pink lady's case. That's Jennifer Wilson's case."

"Yes, obviously." Sherlock rolled his eyes at them both.

"What the hell are you doing with her case?"

"Well I didn't kill her if that thought crossed your mind." He remarked.

"I'm not stupid, Holmes." She narrowed her eyes. "I'm not Anderson or Donovan, I'm actually here to help, not to try and get you stuck behind bars!" The woman exclaimed.

"Oh that's a first." He shrugged using his arms on either side of his chair, pulled his legs up and perched on it. His back being supported by the backrest of the chair.

"This isn't a game Holmes."

"No, it is a case where four people have died. I'm using this evidence to help solve this case, okay?"

"Does Lestrade know you have this?"

"Lestrade?" He chuckled. "Of course he doesn't. Lestrade would take this off me in a heartbeat."

John merely stared at the two before he slumped into his chair. "How did you get this?"

"By looking."

"Where?"

"The killer must have driven her to Lauriston Gardens." He explained. "He could only keep her case by accident, if it was in the car. Nobody could be seen with this case without drawing attention – particularly a man, which is statistically more likely – so obviously he'd feel compelled to get rid of it the moment he noticed he still had it. Wouldn't have taken him more than five minutes to realise his mistake. I checked every backstreet wide enough for a car five minutes from Lauriston Gardens... Took me less than an hour to find the right skip."

"Pink." John scoffed. "You got all that because you realised the case would be pink?"

"Well, it had to be pink, obviously."

"Why didn't I think of that?" He muttered.

"Because you're an idiot." John just stared at him. "No, no, no, don't look like that." He waved a hand. "Practically everyone is."

"Holmes." Emily warned.

"Fine." He glared at her. "Almost everyone." He narrowed his eyes at her. "Happy?"

"Very." She gave him a mocking smile.

"Now, look." Sherlock nodded at the case. "Do you see what's missing?"

"From the case?" John frowned. "How could I?"

"Hadley?" Sherlock looked at the brunette.

The woman moved towards the case and glanced at it, frowning. "Her phone." She glanced at him. "Where's her mobile phone? There was no phone on the body and there's no phone in the case. We know she had one – that's her number there; you just texted it." She looked at John.

"Maybe she left it at home."

"No." Emily shook her head. "She wouldn't leave it at home."

"Exactly." Sherlock nodded. "She has a string of lovers and she's careful about it. She never leaves her phone at home."

"Er... " John frowned suddenly realising what he did. "Why did I just send that text?"

"Well, the question is: where is her phone now?"

"She could have lost it." John shrugged.

"Yes, or ...?"

"The murderer..." He looked up. "You think the murderer has the phone?"

"Maybe she left it when she left her case." Emily cut in. "Perhaps he took took it from her for some reason." She shrugged. "Either way, the balance of probability is the murderer has her phone."

"Sorry, what are we doing?" John frowned. "Did I just text a murderer?!" He exclaimed. "What good will that do?"

They all glanced at Johns phone, ringing on the arm of his chair. He looked across at Sherlock and Emily. "A few hours after his last victim, and now he receives a text that can only be from her." Holmes said aloud. "If somebody had just found that phone they'd ignore a text like that, but the murderer..." He paused as the phone stopped ringing. "...would panic." He then stood up, flipping the lid of the suitcase closed, while walking across the room to pick up his jacket.

John stared down at his phone while Sherlock put his coat on. The man then looked up. "Have you talked to the police?"

Emily snorted. "Of course he hasn't."

Sherlock narrowed his eyes at her. "Four people are dead. There isn't time to talk to the police."

"So why are you talking to us?" John asked.

Sherlock reached behind the door, grabbing his coat. He frowned at the mantelpiece. "Mrs Hudson took my skull."

"So we're basically filling in for your skull?" John asked.

"No." He replied making them both blink. "Hadley isn't she is actually proving to be useful and you're doing fine."

John didn't move while Emily raised a brow surprised that Sherlock didn't make some kind of remark about how annoying she apparently was. "Well?" Sherlock looked towards John.

"Well what?"

"Well, you could just sit there and watch telly."

"What, you want me to come with you?" John asked.

"I like company when I go out," he shrugged, "and I think better when I talk aloud, plus I might end up killing Hadley if there is no one to stop me."

"And he's back." Emily rolled her eyes. Sherlock merely smiled in reply before walking out the door. Emily shook her head and went to follow a few moments later.

"I thought you said he was dangerous?" John frowned at her.

"Dangerous but also very intriguing." She shrugged. "Plus it helps when I just think about the lives I will be saving by stopping this killer. As much as I hate to admit it, if Holmes and I work together we can find the killer much quicker than if we were tearing at each other's throats. It just makes things messy in the end."

"Right..." Watson slowly replied as the brunette left. John quickly grabbed his cane and slowly caught up with the two when entering the street. Emily was already walking beside Sherlock as if they had left together and not one after the other.

"Where are we going?" John asked, now a few steps behind the two.

"Northumberland Street's a five-minute walk from here." Sherlock replied.

"You think he's stupid enough to go there?"

"No – I think he's brilliant enough." He answered. "I love the brilliant ones. They're always so desperate to get caught."

"Great, he's encouraging it now." Emily rolled her eyes.

"Oh come off it, Hadley." Holmes rolled his eyes. "They want appreciation! At long last the spotlight. That's the frailty of genius.

It needs an audience."

Sherlock spun around as he walked, gesturing to around them. "This is his hunting ground, right here in the heart of the city. Now that we know his victims were abducted, that changes everything. Because all of his victims disappeared from busy streets, crowded places, but nobody saw them go." He then held his hands up to either side of his head to focus on his thought. "Think! Who do we trust, even though we don't know them? Who passes unnoticed wherever they go? Who hunts in the middle of a crowd?"

"I don't have an idea." Emily muttered.

"That's a first." Sherlock raised a brow, making Hadley roll her eyes while John gave his reply.

"Dunno. Who?"

Sherlock lowered his hands. "Haven't the faintest. Hungry?" He glanced at Hadley and Watson.

Sherlock lead the way, walking up to a restaurant as a waiter instead gestured to a reserved table near the front window. The three entered the restaurant, Sherlock removed his coat while Emily removed her own jacket. "Thank you, Billy."

John took his jacket off next while Sherlock moved his seat to the side so he would be able to see out of the window. Emily did the same sitting opposite to Sherlock while John sat in the middle of the two.

"Twenty-two Northumberland Street." Sherlock broke the silence as he nodded at the street outside. "Keep your eyes on it."

"Yes boss." Emily muttered mocking a salute.

"He isn't just gonna ring the doorbell, though, is he?" John frowned. "He'd need to be mad."

"He has killed four people." The curly haired, man replied.

"...Okay." John slowly nodded.

The manager Emily remembered to be named Angelo walked over to the table, a smile on his face. "Sherlock." He shook the man's hand before turning to Emily. "Miss Hadley." He lightly kissed both her cheeks. "Anything on the menu, whatever you want, free." He glanced between them both. "On the house, for you both." He stared at them both a moment before letting out a content sigh. "It is lovely to see you both here again and together after your row last time."

Both Sherlock and Emily grimaced at the mans assumption. John coughed slightly seeming to have choked on his own spit. "These two?" He glanced at the two people next to him. "Together?" He laughed slightly. "They've been close to killing each other all day."

"Ah." Angelo glanced at John. "You brought your friend to help sort yourselves out then."

"Angelo..." Emily tried to cut in.

"This man got me off a murder charge." He cut in, nodding to Sherlock.

"This is Angelo." Sherlock nodded at him.

"Three years ago I successfully proved to Lestrade at the time of a particularly vicious triple murder that Angelo was in a completely different part of town, house-breaking."

"You?" Emily scoffed. "I'm pretty sure it was me who actually got the evidence together, you just went and told Lestrade."

Sherlock narrowed his eyes at Emily who rolled her eyes.

"Your eyes don't scare me Holmes."

"Shame." He hummed. "Thought they might have chased you off the case."

"Never."

Angelo slowly backed away looking at John. "I'll grab a candle for the table." He muttered before walking away.

John glanced at Sherlock and then Emily. The two still glaring at each other. "Why do you two hate each other so much?" He questioned.

"Hate isn't a strong enough word." Emily muttered tearing her eyes away from Sherlock to glance at John.

"Ditto." Sherlock added.

"Okay well why do you two look like your about to kill each other almost every second?"

"Two years." Emily gritted out staring at Sherlock again.

"I'm sorry?" John frowned.

"Two years I was working on that case and then suddenly Sherlock Holmes turns up and solves it within a couple of days." She then looked towards John. "He made me look like a complete idiot in front of everyone and he didn't even want to take recognition for what he did. He gave it all to Lesteade, then to top it all off his brother started to follow me around whenever he was on the same case I was."

"It wasn't my fault Mycroft did that." Sherlock protested. "I can't control him you know. He isn't some kind of pet." Sherlock sighed and rubbed his forehead, looking at John as he changed the topic while Angelo returned to the table. He had a small glass bowl containing a lit tea-light in his hand. "You may as well eat. We might have a long wait." He placed down the bowl before he disappeared.

"Can't you two drop the past?" John spoke up looking at Emily and Sherlock who were both staring out the window, watching the street from across from them. "At least drop it to the point where you don't argue like you're about to murder each other?"

Neither of them replied, only glancing at each other.

____

A short while later John had a plate of food while Emily and Sherlock continued to look out the window. "People don't have arch-enemies." John said, looking at the curly haired man.

"I'm sorry?" Holmes frowned.

"In real life." He added. "There are no arch-enemies in real life. Doesn't happen."

"Doesn't it?" Sherlock replied sounding not very interested as he looked back out the window. "Sounds a bit dull."

"So who did we meet?"

"What do real people have, then, in their 'real lives'?"

"Friends; people they know; people they like; people they don't like ...Girlfriends," John slowly added, "boyfriends ..."

"Yes, well, as I was saying – dull."

"You don't have a girlfriend, then?"

"Girlfriend?" He frowned not listening that much. "No, not really my area."

"Mm." John slowly nodded before noticing what he had missed out. "Oh, right." D'you have a boyfriend?"

Sherlock sharply turned towards the man. "Which is fine, by the way."

"I know it's fine."

"So you've got a boyfriend then?"

"No." He replied.

John smiled slightly, the look on his face becoming more forceful by the second. "Right. Okay. You're unattached. Like me." He glanced at his plate. Emily turned around to them holding in a laugh. "Fine." He slowly nodded. "Good." He then continued to eat.

Sherlock looked at him a little suspiciously, he then glanced out of the window before his eyes widened. "John, um..." He muttered. "I think you should know that I consider myself married to my work," he then began to speed up, "and while I'm flattered by your interest, I'm really not looking for any..." Emily then burst out laughing making them both look at her.

"He didn't mean it like that." She giggled shaking her head. "Idiot."

Sherlock narrowed his eyes at her while she raised her hands, having remembered what John said earlier. "Hey I didn't mean it like that. I was joking, okay?"

"Fine." Sherlock muttered glancing across the street again. He frowned noticing a taxi, no one got in and no one got out. "Look across the street." He said making them both look. "Stopped." He muttered as Emily brought out her mobile, pretending to look at it while watching the taxi out of the corner of her eye. "Nobody getting in, and nobody getting out."

"Why a taxi?" He muttered before blinking. "Oh, that's clever. Is it clever? Why is it clever?"

"That's him?" John asked.

"Don't stare." Sherlock ordered. "Hadley knows how to do it." He nodded at the woman.

John turned to Sherlock and frowned. "You're staring." He looked at Emily. "Both of you are."

"I'm doing it discreetly." She hummed. "Plus all three of us can't benightedly stare.

Sherlock then rose to his feet, grabbing his coat and shrugging it on, Emily did the same, following him out while John grabbed his own jacket. Sherlock kept his eyes locked on the taxi which suddenly drove off. Sherlock then ran towards it. "Holmes!" Emily shouted quickly noticing the bright lights of the car coming from their right. She pulled the man back by his jacket. Making him glare at her.

"What was that for!" He exclaimed.

"You almost got ran over!" She shouted in return.

Sherlock scoffed and turned around, seeing the taxi drive off.

John sighed. "I've got the cab number."

"Good for you." Sherlock dryly replied quickly bringing up his hands to either side of his head as he concentrated, remembering the streets of London. "Right turn, one way, roadworks, traffic lights, bus lane, pedestrian crossing, left turn only, traffic lights." He rolled off his tongue. He lifted up his head and noticed a man unlocking a door. Sprinting towards it Emily sighed and followed a second later. John close behind.

"Oi!" The man exclaimed as they both passed.

"Sorry." John apologised as he too ran past.

The three headed up the stairs and out onto a metal spiral, fire escape. Sherlock missing one or two steps at a time while Emily ran up them all, seeming to be much faster where she was lacking the height Sherlock had to miss the steps.

"Come on, John." Sherlock called back reaching the top of the stairs, they ran to the edge and spotted a shorter metal spiral staircase that lead down the side of the building to another door on a floor lower than the one they were on. Sherlock ran down the stairs and climbed onto the railing before he leaped across. Emily did the same a second later, John a few after her.

Sherlock ran across the roof of the building and leaped across to the next. Emily winced slightly and did the same, Sherlock grabbing her as she lost her balance almost falling backwards. "Thanks." The brunette nodded while John skidded to a stop seeing what they had done.

"Come on, John." Sherlock called the two taking off again as John glanced down. "We're losing him!"

John backed up a few paces before running and jumping across, catching up to Holmes and Hadley who were running down another metal staircase before running on a ledge and dropping down into an alleyway. The three ran out of the alleyway just as the taxi was turning the corner, the three only just missed it. Sherlock angrily cried out. "Ah, no!"

Emily shook her head as she continued running, determination to catch up to the car after Holmes blamed her for saving his life. "This way!" She shouted turning in the opposite direction. Sherlock followed frowning before understanding what she was doing as John followed behind. They ran down another alley and some more side streets, Sherlock ran out in front of the car as it came to a screeching stop. Emily groaned at his carelessness again while he dug into his pocket and brought out a DI badge, running to the right hand side of the cab he opened the door.

The passenger stared at him as Emily caught her breath before sighing and closing her eyes. "L.A." She panted. "Santa Monica. Just arrived, this evening."

"How can you possibly know that?" John asked.

"The luggage." Sherlock answered for Emily.

"It's probably your first trip to London, right, going by your final destination and the route the cabbie was taking you?" Sherlock said to the passenger. "Sorry – are you guys the police?"

"Yeah." He flashed the I.D. at the man for a moment. "Everything all right?"

"Yeah." He nodded.

Sherlock glanced at Emily unsure what else to say next. "Welcome to London." She added before turning away, Sherlock following her.

"Er, any problems, just let us know." John quickly added before shutting the door and walking towards Emily and Sherlock. "Basically just a cab that happened to slow down."

"Basically." Sherlock and Emily both replied, briefly narrowing their eyes at the other.

"Not the murderer," John added.

"Not the murderer, no."

"Wrong country, good alibi."

"As they go." Sherlock added.

"Hey, where-where did you get this?" John asked reaching for the I.D." Emily shook her head while Sherlock handed it to him.

"Here."

"Right." He frowned, "Detective Inspector Lestrade?"

"Yeah. I pickpocket him when he's annoying. You can keep that one, I've got plenty at the flat."

"When he is annoying?" Emily raised a brow. "Isn't that every day with you?" Sherlock glared at her while she chuckled slightly shaking her head. "I have to say it is funny when you're not the one who’s getting interrogated about having a 'missing I.D."

John slowly nodded and returned the I.D.

"What?" Sherlock frowned noticing the way he was staring.

"Nothing, just: 'Welcome to London'."

The three stared at each other before they all started to laugh. They then looked down the road as a police officer who seemed to be investigating why a taxi stopped in the middle of the road spotted them. Pointing at the three. Sherlock glanced at Emily then John

"You two got your breath back?"

"Ready when you are." John replied.

"Hadley?"

"Don't have to tell me twice." She added as they took off down the road.

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The three arrived back at 221B breathing heavily as Sherlock hung his coat on the banister. Emily wrapped her own jacket around her waist.

"Okay, that was ridiculous." John panted. "That was the most ridiculous thing I've ever done." He admitted, leaning against the hall wall.

"And you invaded Afghanistan." Emily muttered catching her own breath.

Both John and Sherlock giggled at that making the brunette laugh too. "That wasn't just me." Sherlock shook his head while John frowned. "Why aren't we back at the restaurant?"

"Oh, they can keep an eye out." He waved a hand. "It was a long shot anyway."

"So what were we doing there?" John asked.

"Oh, just passing the time." He shrugged looking at John. "And proving a point."

"What point?"

"You." He called towards Mrs Hudson’s ground floor, flat. "Mrs Hudson! Doctor Watson will take the room upstairs."

"Says who?" He questioned.

"I think the man at the door says so." Emily smirked glancing at it a moment before there was a knock on it.

"Nice." Sherlock quietly whispered while John stared at Emily for a moment before he moved towards the door and opened it, finding Angelo on the other side.

"Sherlock texted me." He explained holding up Johns can.

"He said you forgot this."

John stared at the cane slightly surprised before taking it. "Ah."

He looked at Sherlock then turned back. "Er, thank you. Thank you." He then shut the door as Angelo turned away.

"Sherlock, what have you done?" Mrs Hudson walked into the hallway, Emily instantly frowned. This wasn't the Mrs Hudson she knew. She glanced at Sherlock with narrowed eyes.

"Mrs Hudson?" The man replied, ignoring the brunettes glare.

"Upstairs."

Sherlock hurried up the stairs, John following. Emily stopped for a moment and smiled at Mrs Hudson who returned it with her own sad smile. "Can we talk later."

"Of course, dear." The woman replied. Emily then headed upstairs hearing Lestrade who was sat in Sherlocks arm chair, multiple other people in the flat, moving the two men's possessions around.

"You can't just break into my flat." Sherlock protested as Emily joined them in the living room.

"And you can't withhold evidence." Lestrade replied before noticing Emily and looking past Holmes to address her. "I thought you would help him Emily. Not let him make you like him."

The woman narrowed her eyes at both Lestrade and Sherlock. The DI turned to the man not feeling that threatened by Hadley’s look. "And I didn't break into your flat."

"Well, what do you call this then?" He huffed.

Lestrade looked at his men before his eyes moved back to Sherlock. "It's a drugs bust."

"Really, Holmes?" Emily pinched the bridge of her nose. "Really?"

"Seriously?!" John exclaimed. "This guy, a junkie?!" He laughed. "Have you met him?!"

"John..." both Emily and Sherlock warned, the curly haired man nervously bit his own lip while Emily winced as John continued. "I'm pretty sure you could search this flat all day, you wouldn't find anything you could call recreational."

"John, you might just want to shut up now." Emily whispered seeing that even Sherlock was getting a little too uncomfortable.

"Yeah, but come on..." he rolled his eyes before noticing the, very real and sympathetic look on Hadleys face as she glanced at Sherlock. She wasn't joking or trying to kill him with her death stares. The woman actually looked a little sorry for him.

"No." John shook his head.

"What?" Sherlock snapped.

"You?"

"John." Emily warned.

Sherlock glared at John. "Shut up!" He turned to Lestrade. "I'm not your sniffer dog."

"No, Anderson's my sniffer dog." He nodded towards the kitchen while Emily pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Bloody hell."

"What, An..." Sherlock stared while Emily closed the doors to the kitchen as several more officers searched through the room.

Anderson raised a hand, giving a sarcastic greeting. "Anderson, what are you doing here on a drugs bust?" Sherlock snapped.

"Oh, I volunteered." He replied.

"They all did. They're not strictly speaking on the drugs squad, but they're very keen." Donovan then walked into view holding a small glass jar. "Are these human eyes?" She asked looking into the jar with white orbs in it.

"Put those back!" Sherlock shouted.

"They were in the microwave!"

"It's an experiment."

"Keep looking, guys." Lestrade ordered as he stood and turned towards Sherlock. "Or you could help us properly and I'll stand them down."

"This is childish." Sherlock shook his head and began to pace around the room.

"Well, I'm dealing with a child." He protested. "Sherlock, this is our case. I'm letting you in, but you do not go off on your own. Clear?"

Sherlock stopped and stared at him. "Oh, what, so-so-so you set up a pretend drugs bust to bully me?"

"It stops being pretend if they find anything."

"I am clean!" He exclaimed.

"Is your flat? All of it?"

"Oh you're both acting like children!" Emily exclaimed making them all stare at her. She huffed glaring at Lestrade and Sherlock. "Can't we just all work together, people have died and more people will die if we don't work this out."

Lestrade sighed for a moment. "We've found Rachel."

Sherlock's eyes brightened. "Who is she?"

"Jennifer Wilson's only daughter."

Sherlock frowned. "Her daughter? Why would she write her daughter's name? Why?"

"Never mind that." Anderson cut in. "We found the case." He pointed to the case in the living room. "According to someone, the murderer has the case, it can't be Emily's because why would she leave her stuff with you." Anderson mocked a glare. "Oh and we found it in the hands of our favourite psychopath."

"I'm not a psychopath, Anderson." Sherlock rolled his eyes. "I'm a high-functioning sociopath. Do your research." He turned to Lestrade. "You need to bring Rachel in. You need to question her. I need to question her." Emily lightly coughed making Sherlock sigh. "Hadley needs to question her."

"She's dead." He replied.

"Excellent!" Sherlock grinned, John look startled while Emily snapped at him.

"Holmes!"

"How, when and why?" The curly haired man asked, ignoring the brunette next to him. "Is there a connection? There has to be."

"Well, I doubt it, since she's been dead for fourteen years. Technically she was never alive. Rachel was Jennifer Wilson's stillborn daughter, fourteen years ago."

"No, that's..." Sherlock frowned, "that's not right. How... Why would she do that? Why?"

"Why would she think of her daughter in her last moments?" Anderson sarcastically replied. "Yup – sociopath; I'm seeing it now."

Emily glared at the man. "Anderson, think about it for a second." She cut in. "Jennifer didn't just think about her daughter, she scratched her name into the wooden floorboards as she died that would have taken a long time and it would have been very painful especially since it was done with her fingernails."

Sherlock frowned beginning to pace back and forth.

"You said that the victims all took the poison themselves," John pointed at both Emily and Sherlock, "that he makes them take it. Well, maybe he... I don't know, talks to them? Maybe he used the death of her daughter somehow."

Sherlock stopped turning to him, "Yeah, but that was ages ago. Why would she still be upset?"

John just stared at him then noticed that everyone searching had stopped and stared at him. Sherlock turned to Emily looking slightly awkwardly. "You're a Detective Hadley, not good?"

"Bit not good, yeah." She whispered.

"Yeah, but if you were dying..." Sherlock said stepping closer, "if you'd been murdered: in your very last few seconds what would you say?"

"Umm..." she frowned. "I don't know, I would try and help whoever was on my case." She shrugged. "I guess. But she couldn't do that, could she?"

Sherlock stared at her. "She was clever." He muttered beginning to pace again. "She's trying to tell us something, just as you said."

"Isn't the doorbell working?" Mrs Hudson asked. "Your taxi is here, Sherlock, Emily."

"What?" Emily frowned.

"I didn't order a taxi." Sherlock waved her off. "Go away."

"Oh, dear. They're making such a mess. What are they looking for?"

"Its best if you don't get involved." Emily replied as John opened his mouth to answer. "Nothing bad Mrs Hudson."

"Alright then, but come grab me if you need anything dear."

"Will do." She nodded as the woman returned downstairs.

"Shut up, everybody, shut up!" Sherlock suddenly shouted. "Don't move, don't speak, don't breathe. I'm trying to think. Anderson, face the other way. You're putting me off."

"What? My face is?!" He blinked.

Emily snorted before stopping when Sherlock shot her a serious look.

"Everybody quiet and still." Lestrade ordered his colleagues. "Anderson, turn your back."

"Oh, for God's sake!" Anderson huffed.

"Anderson!" Emily shouted making him turn around. "Thank you." She nodded then turned to Sherlock. "Holmes?"

"Come on, think." He muttered. "Quick!"

"What about your taxi?"

"MRS HUDSON!" He loudly shouted making the woman jump.

"Sherlock!" Emily exclaimed eyes narrowed at him in a glare. "Stop it, now."

Sherlock shot her a glare back before he stopped and stared at nothing in particular. "Oh." He then smiled. "Ah! She was clever, clever, yes!"

"She's cleverer than you lot and she's dead." He laughed. "Do you see, do you get it?"

Emily's eyes widened. "How did I not bloody see it." She muttered shaking her head.

"See what?" Lestrade asked.

"She didn't lose her phone," the brunette answered, "she never lost it. She planted it on him."

"When she got out of the car, she knew that she was going to her death." Sherlock cut in. "She left the phone in order to lead us to her killer."

"But how?" Lestrade asked.

"Phones these days are quite advanced." Emily explained. "You can use google on them, talk to friends halfway across the world on them. But Jennifer didn't think about any of that before her death she thought about Rachel."

"I thought you two already explained this to us?" John frowned.

Sherlock groaned. "Don't you see? Rachel!"

The rest of the room just looked blankly at the two. "Oh, look at you lot. You're all so vacant. Is it nice not being me?"

"Ego."

"Shut up." Sherlock automatically replied before looking back at the blank faces in the room. "It must be so relaxing. Rachel is not a name."

"Then what is it?" John asked, a stern tone in his voice.

"Now this is slightly more exciting." Emily grinned slightly making them all blink at her. "What?" She shrugged. "I've been away for at least a year, give me a break."

"John, on the luggage, there's a label." Sherlock cut in. "E-mail address."

John moved to the case and looked at the label. "Er, jennie dot pink at mephone dot org dot uk." He read aloud.

Sherlock sat down at the dining table and typed away at the computer. "Oh, I've been too slow." He muttered. "I'm blaming you Hadley."

"Oh thanks." She dryly replied with an eye roll.

"She didn't have a laptop, which means she did her business on her phone, so it's a smartphone, it's email enabled."

"So there was a website for her account. The username is her email address..."

"...and all together now, the password is?"

"Rachel."

"So we can read her emails. So what?" Anderson cut in.

"Anderson, don't talk out loud. You lower the I.Q. of the whole street."

Emily snorted. "Nice one, but yes we can read the emails, not only that, Jennifer had a smartphone. She was a busy woman seeing multiple men at once so of course her phone was important to her. If she even lost it who knows what might come out about her? A business woman with multiple lovers all at once, scandalous."

"Hadley just cut to the chase." Anderson snapped.

The woman rolled her eyes. "The phones got GPS, Anderson and that means if you lose it you can locate it online." She glanced over Sherlocks shoulder and grinned as the computer searched for the phone. "Look at that she's leading us directly to the man who killed her."

"Unless he got rid of it." Lestrade cut in.

"We know he didn't." John answered.

"Come on, come on." Holmes groaned. "Quickly!"

"Sherlock, Emily. This taxi driver..."

Sherlock rose to his feet and walked over to Mrs Hudson. "Mrs Hudson, isn't it time for your evening soother?"

John sat down in the chair which Sherlock had left and watched the clock on the website spin.

"We need to get vehicles," Sherlock turned to Lestrade, "get a helicopter."

"We're gonna have to move fast." Emily told them both. This phone battery won't last forever."

"We'll just have a map reference, not a name."

"It's better than nothing." Emily shrugged walking over to John just as the computer zoomed in on the map as it found the phones location.

"Sherlock." John muttered.

"It narrows it down from just anyone in London." He told Lestrade. "It's the first proper lead that we've had."

"Holmes you're going to want to see this." Emily called over her shoulder.

Sherlock frowned walking across the room. "What is it? Quickly, where?"

"It's here." Emily frowned looking up at him. "It's in two two one Baker Street."

Sherlock straightened and frowned. "How can it be here? How?"

"Well, maybe it was in the case when you brought it back and it fell out somewhere."

"No." Emily shook her head. "Jennifer wasn't the kind of woman to just leave her phone in her case."

"What, and I didn't notice it?" Sherlock cut in, ignoring the brunette. "Me? I didn't notice?"

"Anyway, we texted him and he called back." John told the DI

"Guys, we're also looking for a mobile somewhere here, belonged to the victim ..." Lestrade told his colleagues.

Emily frowned at Sherlock who looked like he was in another room. 'Holmes?" She whispered, following his gaze. Her mouth opened slightly spotting a man in a dark cardigan, a cap on his head. She couldn't see his face but clearly spotted the badge on the cord that went around his neck. 'London Cab Driver.'

The man brought something out of his pocket. A moment later both Sherlock and Emily glanced down at their phones before looking at each other.

Come with me.

John looked at both Emily and John who didn't look like either of them were there. "Sherlock, Emily you two okay?"

"What?" Sherlock frowned before waving him off. "Yeah, yeah, I-I'm fine."

"Emily?"

"I'm good." She slowly nodded, her eyes locked on the door as the taxi driver walked back down the stairs. "I think I need some air, can't think in here, too many people."

John frowned before turning to Sherlock as Emily walked away. "So, how can the phone be here?"

"Dunno."

"I'll try it again."

"Good idea." Sherlock nodded. "I think I'm gonna go with Hadley, like she said, too many people here, won't be long."

"You sure you're alright?" John asked.

"I'm fine." He replied, hurrying down the stairs, catching up with Emily who was waiting at the bottom.

#my fics #sherlock x oc #sherlock/oc #original female character #my oc #Life's Miscalculation #LM no3

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misssophiachase · 6 years

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I’m back, not sure if anyone is still reading (don’t blame you if not given I deleted this story twice through frustration, urgh). I see this finishing in a few chapters so am really hoping to get it out before our endgame. Thanks Nicole @romanoffsbite for the gorgeous cover.

British Ambassador to the USA, Klaus Mikaelson, needs a babysitter to look after his daughter for one night. Nanny, Caroline Forbes, is more than qualified for the job but will their competing personalities allow it to happen?

Chapter 7:

Esprit de Corps

“No, not hot enough,” Katherine dictated, throwing her sweater of choice on a growing pile of clothes covering the bed.

“It’s babysitting not a date, Pierce,” Caroline shot back, happy with her choice even if her picky roommate wasn’t, but what was new?

“Uh, huh,” sure she scoffed, rolling her brown eyes and then throwing a red, lace, La Perla bra in her direction. “Sure it is, Forbes.”

“Might be a little bit nippy for an ice hockey match, Kat,” she growled, throwing it back at her friend. “What part of babysitting don’t you understand? There will be a child present, so sexy lingerie probably not the best way to go.”

“For the last time, this is not babysitting. The whole point of babysitting is for the parent to go out and leave you with the child. Why does the Ambassador need you when he’s going to be there already?”

“I don’t know, something about having to perform some official duties at the game,” she murmured distractedly, hoping that she could keep up the façade of not caring when in actual fact she was screaming on the inside. She loved spending time with Darcy but with Klaus too was an unexpected, but not wholly unwelcome, surprise.

When they’d bonded over Tim Tams and hot cocoa in his kitchen (that dwarfed their entire apartment) she wasn’t quite sure what to think. He’d come across as such an arrogant ass when they first met but she was beginning to think there was a whole other side to him. Seeing the way he fussed over Darcy just made him even more attractive in her eyes.

“Yes, because the British Ambassador belongs at a Washington Capitals ice hockey match,” she muttered sarcastically. “I realise these trips to dream land with Klaus are fun for you but he’s not the person you’re supposed to be conversing with, Care.”

“I’m not…”

“Oh for heaven’s sake,” she scowled. “It’s okay to say you like the guy, I mean what woman wouldn’t want to rip his clothes off and have their way with him?”

“Why do I get the impression we’re suddenly not talking about Klaus anymore but your little coffee, run-in with his older brother? I know you said you got him a new suit but I didn’t realise it involved ripping off any clothes in your atelier?”

“Get your head out of the gutter.”

“Says the girl talking about ripping people’s clothes off? And why exactly did he invite you to the ice hockey tonight if nothing happened between you two?”

“He wanted to thank me…”

“For the hot, coffee surprise?”

“For the suit,” she hissed. “Plus, he mentioned ordering a few more suits to add to his extensive collection. It’s business, pure and simple.”

“So, why exactly is tonight business for you but a date for me, even though I’ll be the only one there actually working?”

“Not only is Elijah going tonight but so too his sister Rebekah. Why does he need you to babysit when he has a perfectly capable aunt and uncle there to play that role?”

Caroline was rendered speechless, why hadn’t he told her that over the phone? And if this was his weird and convoluted idea of a date, why the entourage?

“I’ll take your silence as a confirmation of my being right, yet again,” she drawled. “Maybe Klaus is hoping to get some one on one time with you while his siblings play sitter?”

“But why go to so much trouble if he wanted to go on a date? He could have just asked me.”

“Between you and me, I think the Ambassador might be applying some diplomatic techniques to his dating life,” she offered. “Esprit de corps and all of that.”

“Huh?”

“It’s a feeling of pride and mutual loyalty shared by the members of a group. He’s trying to foster some kind of a team effort in order to court you.”

“I have no idea what the hell you’re talking about and, to be honest, it’s probably a good thing,” she uttered. “Date or no date I have every intention of approaching tonight professionally. And give that back.” She gestured to the discarded La Perla bra in her friend’s grasp.

“I’m so proud of you right now, roomie,” she grinned triumphantly.

“I never said I was going to wear it,” she responded gruffly, tucking it away just in case of an emergency.

Capital One Arena

“Do you know my Uncle Kol is the best player in the team, Caroline? Actually he’s probably the best ice hockey player in the world.” The little girl asked as she clasped her hand excitedly as they watched the players warm up for the big game.

They’d met at the front gate of the Arena, Klaus had barely murmured two words to her before scampering away for his formal duties. Caroline wasn’t sure whether it was because Darcy was doing all the talking or because he seemed nervous, if that was even possible. What she couldn’t miss as he walked away was just how well those dark, denim jeans snugly fitted his backside. The man could wear anything and still look gorgeous.

“Let me guess, Uncle Kol told you that, Darcy?” Bonnie suggested, cocking her left eyebrow. Looking around her, Caroline was beginning to think their possible date had become an open invitation. Not only were his brother and sister there, so too Darcy’s godfather and secret service agent Enzo and Klaus’ supposedly long term friend Bonnie Bennett.

Caroline wasn’t the jealous type, well that’s what she thought anyway until the gorgeous brunette appeared from out of nowhere. She was a surgeon at the George Washington Hospital and Caroline would be lying if she didn’t feel out of her depth. What could she contribute surrounded by such an illustrious group of professionals?

It was at that point she decided to sit quietly and just do her job no matter how lowly it felt at that moment, that’s why she was here after all. Apparently their party had other ideas. Elijah and Enzo decided to take Darcy for snacks though which left her with Rebekah, Bonnie and Kat. She was wondering whether it made her a bad babysitter by letting her out of her sight but given just how weird everything else was, she decided it was the lesser of two evils.

“So, Klaus invited you tonight?” Bonnie asked, taking a seat by her and Katherine.

“Yeah, I’m his babysitter while Jane recovers from the flu,” she explained, thinking just how weird this whole experience felt. “And you’re…”

“His long suffering best friend,” she huffed. “And I’m not going to lie, it’s been an ordeal for the most part.”

“That bad, huh?” Katherine asked curiously.

“When you befriend one you suddenly have to deal with the whole family…”

“Family present, Bonnie, and not going to lie about being deeply offended by those off handed comments,” Rebekah growled by way of reply. “Although, how you put up with Niklaus astounds me.”

“Nik and his grumpy disposition is a dream compared to Kol’s frequent admittance to my emergency room,” she drawled. “There’s only so much of my day that I can tend to his stupidly acquired wounds.”

“Stupid is his middle name, Bonnie,” Rebekah drawled. “I put it down to the fact he’s been hit with a hockey stick way too many times to remember and that ball thing.”

“A puck?”

“Yeah that,” she replied dismissively. “You made that suit my brother was wearing, didn’t you?” She accused Katherine, rather than asking. Caroline looked over at Katherine proudly, happy that she was finally being recognised for her hard work and immense talent.

“I did,” she answered, her guarded tone obviously unsure of where this was going.

“I loved it,” she exclaimed. “Such a contemporary twist on the traditional suit but still classic at the same time. In fact, I have a few clients that would be interested in your designs, if you’re interested?” Caroline could tell that her best friend was madly trying to hide her excitement while forming a controlled response.

“I suppose I could look into that,” she said, trying not to give anything away. “Here’s my card.” Caroline knew she’d held onto those hoping that someday someone would ask for them. If anything came from this night, it was the fact her best friend made it big and she couldn’t be happier.

“So about your date?” Bonnie offered.

“I’m just babysitting…”

“Sure you are,” Bonnie shot back. “Nik doesn’t just invite people to watch ice hockey, in fact he’s never done that before. Mainly because he doesn’t actually understand the sport and secondly struggles with general intimacy.”

“He seems to be enjoying it,” Caroline replied feebly, trying to ignore that whole intimacy explanation.

“He doesn’t know what a ball is…”

“Kind of like his sister,” Bonnie quipped responding to Rebekah’s misguided attempt at conversation. “Speaking of which, what’s Enzo doing just hanging around?”

“That has nothing to do with me,” she pouted. “He’s like a stray dog you can’t get rid of…”

“He’s kind of a hot stray dog, if you don’t mind me saying,” Kat offered, her honesty coming through even with the promise of new clientele. Rebekah’s death stare was enough to make her retreat.

“Surely he can’t be that bad…”

“Oh you’d be surprised,” Rebekah responded tartly. “That man has the power of infection down and I, for one, don’t want to get fleas.”

“So, how about we focus on the game?” Caroline said, trying to bring the conversation back to something decidedly less From what I hear the Washington Capitals are headed for top spot on the ladder.” At that point the cheering suddenly dulled and she could see Klaus making his way gingerly onto the ice, his awkwardness obvious.

“Now, it’s time for the coin toss,” the announcer bellowed through the sound system. “And tonight we have the British Ambassador, His Excellency John Elliott to get the ball rolling. Caroline had to stifle a giggle, so too her companions. Suddenly his cover that this was a formal engagement was beginning to unravel fast. The fact he was there because he wanted to spend time with her filled Caroline with equal parts happiness and surprise.

Klaus looked slightly confused before announcing the winner and placing the ‘ball’ on the ice ready for play. She figured Kol had ushered him away before he could wrongly name the puck a ball. Suddenly all her nerves had dissipated and she was relieved that he’d created this weird scenario just for her.

It was difficult not to like him when he was putting himself out there so openly and that his wing men and women were willing to be part of his battle. His esprit de corps as she so familiarly recalled from Katherine were all about pride and loyalty for his family and friends and all in the pursuit of her. To say she was lightheaded by that fact was an understatement.

“So, thank you,” he murmured. They were standing on the doorstep of the Embassy a fw hours later. Caroline had refused to relinquish her home address and wanted to see Darcy home safe and sound. “I would have preferred to see you home, especially after coming tonight and…”

“Seeing you own the ice John Elliott,” she quipped. “I’m pretty sure they care about the British Ambassador throwing out the first ball, oh I mean puck.”

“You’re enjoying my misery all too much, love,” he chuckled, sweeping a stray blonde lock out of her eyes.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Mikaelson,” she drawled, trying to breath but the cold air and his close proximity was making it difficult.

“I hope my family weren’t too annoying,” he admitted sheepishly. “Trust me, they don’t get those traits from me.”

“Well, Elijah thinks that you need to improve your dress sense,” she shared, thinking back to their conversation. “And Rebekah thinks you need to improve your lines. Bonnie thinks you need to improve on everything in general…”

“Wow, way to make a guy feel bad, anyone else offering their unwanted opinion?”

“Kol apparently, but he was too far away on the ice to really be heard,” she smiled.

“Exactly the way we like it,” he grinned. “Sorry for being such a bad date.”

“So, you’re admitting that it was a date?”

“I haven’t dated in years, in fact I’m pretty dismal at it,” Klaus shared somberly, his gaze downcast. “Having a daughter who takes up all your time leaves little time to be cool, hence tonight.”

“I’d be willing to give you a second chance,” Caroline grinned, from underneath her lashes. “As much as I love your posse, I’d just love to get to know you without all the fanfare.”

“Funny you mention that, I couldn’t agree more.”

#lessons in diplomacy #misssophiachase #klaroline drabbles #esprit de corps

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evakfanficsrecs · 7 years

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EVAK FANFICTION RECS / PART 10

Halla! So, as time comes and goes, I’m here with another masterpost of some of my favorite Evak fanfics for you guys. As you can see, I’m trying to be a bit more creative and make these posts look at least somewhat more appealing, so I hope you like this little header I made (even though I suck at Photoshop).

As always, the list is divided into oneshots and chaptered fics. My personal favorites are tagged with a “ ★ ”. Completed chaptered fics are tagged with a “ ✓ ”

Without further ado, all the fanfics can be found under the cut. Enjoy!

ONESHOTS:

the punchline to a very bad joke by clarabelle Summary: “Halloween?” Even inquires softly as he draws patterns on Isak’s bare shoulders. A shiver runs down the length his spine, and not from the cold October breeze.“ Lea asked me to take her. Pappa has to work, and Mamma…” Isak lets out a small sigh. “There’s no one else.” OR: Captain America, Vladimir Putin, and Princess Leia go trick-or-treating.

All Those Little Things by Evakoorhelm Summary: Isak comes home to the apartment that he's shared with Even for two years. To a suprise.

even, isak, and the four-week-old kitten by hippopotamus Summary: “You know how elephants are scared of mice because they have the intelligence to recognise that they might step on them and hurt them?” “I did not know that, Isak, but are you saying you’re scared of this tiny cat?”

Did you hear oxygen and magnesium got together? OMg by sugarbeat24 ★ Summary: Isak and Even are chemistry partners. Fluff and chemistry jokes ensue.

wish i could live in your heart by cynical_optimist Summary: Some mornings, Even will untangle himself from Isak completely, rolling out of bed to make breakfast. More often, he will try, and Isak will hold tight, and Even will stay, chuckling to himself and murmuring about octopi. These are the mornings Isak prefers, the ones where he can stare at Even’s face until he slips back into sleep or curl into him, every part of himself warm and safe.- Or, domestic mornings and being in love.

Accidental Pride by shakespeareandsunshine Summary: Pride!au; Isak lets Even pull him along and show him the sights. Sights that yeah, he could’ve seen on his own, but not like this, not the way Even sees them. Or: The one where Isak goes to Pride. Unintentionally.

Would You Mind Closing The Bedroom Door? by allyasavedtheday ★ Summary: The boy falters in the threshold, eyes widening when they land on Even. “Oh fuck- sorry! Eva didn’t say anyone was home.” Ah. No wonder she was up late last night. Even can’t really fault her taste – the boy is beautiful. He’s got golden hair mussed and curling over his forehead and cheekbones not even Michelangelo himself could sculpt and the most well-defined cupid’s bow top lip Even’s ever seen. Also he’s shirtless. Did he mention that part? There’s a stunning, shirtless boy in his kitchen with pillow creases still on his cheek and Even can’t do anything about it because he’s Eva’s one night stand. Fuck.

a letter to isak by alltimemarrit ★ Summary: Even is going on a trip for a week and leaves Isak a letter. Or: Even loves Isak a whole lot and is a massive sap.

snuggles by hippopotamus Summary: Even is sick and all he wants is snuggles from his boyfriend.

Afire Love by pressurerin ★ Summary: Isak can't seem to stay out of trouble. A hot firefighter makes trouble seem not that bad.

Before or after? by thekardemomme Summary: Before AND after Even posted to Isak's instagram.

Love As The Stars Went Out by Salambo06 Summary: “In some universe,” Even whispers, lips soft against Isak’s neck, “you are walking back home and I’m on your path, Isak.”

hell yeah, you the shit (that's why you're my equivalent) by colazitron Summary: Even can't keep it in his pants, or his heart. Or: Sometimes your boyfriend proposes and you just really want to sit on his dick.

The Joke is on You by winterpassing Summary: Isak has been dealing with Even and Eskild's pranks for a while now, but the most recent prank has come with an unplanned surprise.

lucky for you (that's what I like) by thekardemomme Summary: Isak is trying to be sexy, and Even is just not having it.

sweet creature (but we're still young) by kittpurrson ★ Summary: summer camp!au; Isak meets seventeen-year-old Even Bech Næsheim at Tyrifjorden on his fifteenth birthday. Or: the one where Isak tries to convince the boy next door to put his hands on him.

don't wake up (i'll be here for centuries) by eatthatup Summary: Even doesn’t find it weird, he’s had lucid dreams before. And it’s normal to dream about people you think you’ve never seen before. It’s all good, until he dreams about the blonde boy again.

Our Steady True North by verlore_poplap Summary: parenthood!au; Five times Isak and Even were amicable; plus one time they just weren't.

Make a spark, break the dark, find a light with me by LostInAdmiration ★ Summary: Isak can't sleep, so spends his nights wandering around the street. Even works the night shift at the store around the corner, and they bond over their mutual insomnia.

walk this town by sweetwines Summary: Isak Valtersen is late for class.

Venus by Skamtrash Summary: Even buys Isak a buttplug and tells him to wear it all day in school. Isak's desperate, he's horny and Even fucks him into oblivion.

now i'm back with the boys again by Rine Summary: So here’s the thing: Sana never intended to be friends with Isak Valtersen. If someone had told her even six months ago that they could be friends, she would’ve laughed and rolled her eyes. But it turns out, he's actually quite easy to get along with. Or, a fic about Sana gradually becoming friends with Isak and Even.

I Love You (Don't Leave Me) by i_once_wrote_a_dream Summary: “Tell me a story?” They do this sometimes. When the real world is too much and all they want is to melt into each other. Isak slides so that only his legs remain in Even’s lap and pulls his man into his chest. It’s awkward but neither want to let go of the other. Alternatively, Even talks about his past, and Isak loves him.

like a willow tree, intertwined by sonhoedesrazao Summary: Isak’s hand is shaking.

Christmas Surprises by bashfulisak Summary: Isak and Even celebrate Christmas together by going to Even's house for dinner.

It's Just a Cough! by bashfulisak Summary: Even comes down with a cold and Isak is determined to take care of him.

a light in your eyes by verlore_poplap Summary: A little oneshot about our boys. Set during sesong 4, episode 5.

Close but never close enough by diamondjacket Summary: “Isak,” Even repeats, quiet and a little awed, like he’s testing it out on his tongue. Sana narrows her eyes at him, trying to work out his angle. She remembers the way he used to fixate and focus, used to throw himself relentlessly into his passions, both old and new. Used to live and love and care with his whole body. But she’s never seen him like this.

before it's all too much by thekardemomme Summary: “It's in the past, Even. You can keep it there if you want to.”

Yes I'll meet you coming back (but we move forwards) by diamondjacket Summary: There’s nothing left to do but wait for Even to laugh, or yell, or leave. But, remarkably, Even doesn’t do any of that. Or: Isak tells Even about the thing with Jonas. It doesn't go the way he expects.

(kisses on the neck of) best friends by birthmarks, desert_coffin & kittpurrson Summary: Five times Jonas watched Isak and Even, and one time they did something about it.

relax, take it easy by lovedisak Summary: “Actually, my other mom, Therese is the one who loves film. She teaches at the art academy in Oslo, actually, she’s a musician, taught me how to play guitar,” Even smiles fondly. Isak blinks.“What?” he asks. He knows it’s a stupid question, there’s nothing about what Even said that he could ask this to but. What. “What?” Even shoots back, shrugging. Or, Even has two moms. Isak did Not know.

i need a man that makes it right by highpraises Summary: He feels his skin draw tight, his muscles tensing, Even fucks him just like that right up until Isak is just about to come, but then Even’s pulling out and kissing along his jaw, murmuring, “Don’t come yet, baby.”

friday, i'm in love by bbyfruit ★ Summary: Five times over the course of one day that Isak falls in love a little bit more, plus one time he talks about it.

if you have lost a right track then i'll lead you right back by kittenmichael Summary: “Even,” he whispers, as if it’s a secret Norway’s nights shouldn’t hear, “my tongue feels really weird.” Even chuckles at his boyfriend’s antics, before realising that he’s genuinely confused. “Kind of like cotton?” “Yes,” Isak says. “Like cotton.” Or, Isak gets drunk.

The one where Even tells it all by Schedazzle Summary: “Babe?” there was a little cloud from Isak’s breath in the cold air. Even couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t keep this in any longer, but he also couldn’t say it to that concerned look in Isak’s eyes either. Desperately gasping for a bit for air Even dived his head forward. Hiding his face in his favourite place. Pressing his cold nose against the warmth of Isak’s neck and finally getting some oxygen into his lunges. Breathing Isak in.

and i thank god i'm alive by thekardemomme ★ Summary: 5 times Even looks at Isak and 1 time Isak calls him out on it.

Ice Cream Parlor by bashfulisak ★ Summary: AU where Even works at an ice cream parlor as a summer job and Isak really likes the ice cream and he and Even play a game where Even tries to guess Isak's favorite flavor of ice cream but every time he gets it wrong, he gives Isak the ice cream for free.

promises by Isabeauu Summary: Even’s enjoying the wind in his hair and the cold air turning his cheeks red, his favorite song of the moment blasting in his ears when all of a sudden the music stops and his ringtone replaces it. He’s riding his bike, so he can’t see who’s calling but going through all the people he knows, Noora definitely isn’t one of the few he’d expected it to be.

kiss with a fist is better than none by DarkBeauty_890 Summary: “What the fuck,” Isak sighs, and grabs Even’s arm, “I swear I used to be a really good fighter. Have I ever told you about last year with the Yakuza?”“I am so fucking mad at you right now.”

Careful by bashfulisak Summary: Even rushes Isak to the hospital after the chaos with the boys and the next day Sana visits them.

Emergencies by bri_ness Summary: Even and Jonas talk in the emergency room. Set immediately after 4x05.

all he wants to do is party with his pretty baby by highpraises Summary: Even and Isak attend Even's very first movie's premiere.

Bright Eyes by boxesofflowers & Eeyoreneedsahug Summary: Isak is a great singer. Several people are surprised. Happy karaoke where nothing hurts and Isak sings to his boyfriend.

Imagine All The People by samclarke0000 Summary: How the boys are feeling as Even performs and their reaction to him freezing - basically Isak worrying about his boyfriend.

We'll Be Okay by Dooka Summary: In which Even is drowning in his own guilt, Isak is boyfriend goals, and Sana gets some proper friends. Or, the aftermath of Episode 5.

Evak texts by Skamtrash Summary: Sexual Evak texts featuring a lot of memes and gifs.

settle down by allyasavedtheday ★ Summary: An archive of canon compliant oneshots. Can be read separately.

firing away as they gay by cosetties ★ Summary: Just because Isak and Even hooked up doesn't mean that Even actually cares about him, no matter how badly the meddling assholes he calls friends want them to be together.

Babysitting by bashfulisak Summary: Isak ends up having to babysit Even's seven-year old sister, Alissa.

Don't Come Easy by evakisgolden Summary: Even's last few loves were ruined by his bipolar disorder. Now he's fighting the aftermaths of a new manic episode, and he's certain that he isn't able to love Isak the way Isak deserves to be loved. He's positive that it will all end like his past relationships. It never comes easy with Even.

how far away the stars seem, and how far is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart by elspethelf Summary: Isak and Even in the aftermath of the events at the end of 4x05.

No one gets to treat you like that by Gansey44 Summary: After Isak finds out what Mikael did to his boyfriend he decides to take matters into his own hands (literally)- no matter the consequences.

This feels like falling in love by ForEvenAndEver (yuraxchan) Summary: What if Isak had tried Grinder? Or, how Isak meets Even in the bathroom of a bar after a failed attempt at Grindr.

Draw The Line (Need To Know That You're Mine) by thesoulsailor ★ Summary: fake dating!au; Five times Even pretends to be Isak's boyfriend, and one time there's no pretend at all. Or the 5+1 Fake Boyfriend Evak AU we all deserve.

hold me close don’t ever let me go by sonhoedesrazao Summary: Isak is not beyond admitting that he might, on occasion, be a little dramatic.

CHAPTERED:

the city of illusions, the city of yearning by elisewin Summary: The whole point of going on a student exchange program is to meet people from different countries, learn about different cultures and so on. Isak, of course, falls in love with another Norwegian while in Rome.

Behind These Four Walls by Lisa94 ✓ Summary: AU in which Isak's mother is in a mental institution and one day when he goes visit her he sees a beautiful boy painting outside and as he waits for his mother to come join him he approaches the boy to see what is he painting and he sees, it's a painting of him. He sits right next to the boy who presents himself as Even and theycstart talking. Even explains he'd seen him coming to visit every weekend and thought he was the most beautiful boy ever.

Paint Me a Picture (With Your True Colours) by Evenbechbaesheim ★ Summary: Isak frowns, rolling over to bury his face into the soft pillow beneath his head. Up until that point, he’d still been asleep, Even’s long fingers gently brushing down the curve of his spine, lulling him into a carefree, floating state. There’s something magical about the way Even touches him- Isak swears that there’s some kind of mystical power his boyfriend is hiding. It shouldn’t be normal that every time Even’s skin brushes against his, every electrolyte in his body lights up and starts firing on all cylinders. Even moves his hand away, and Isak feels like he’s going to implode. Or, a collection of moments, told in any order, in Even and Isak's new life together, taking place in and around season 4.

Half Blade and Half Silk by smokeshop ★ ✓ Summary: uni!au; Isak's friends introduce him to an art student at a college party. He won't stop calling Isak baby and Isak's bad at pretending to hate it. College AU where Isak's past is a little more colorful but Even still won't leave him alone.

catch me a catch by Bellakitse Summary: Even and Mikael get kicked out of Bakka for a mysterious stunt and transfer to Nissen in the middle of their 3rd year. Even hates everything about it, except for the cute 1st year he’s seen around the school. Mikael doesn’t hate Nissen and in fact, has taken to amusing himself by spreading wild rumors about why they got kicked out and by the fact that his best friend has a crush on some kid. Still, Even his best buddy and he’s going to help him out. * A story where Even is mooning for Isak from afar, Isak is intimidated by the hot 3rd year everyone at school is whispering about, and who he’s caught staring at him and Mikael is the best the wingman ever.

boom! by ImSoSupernova Summary: Isak just wants a summer job. Eva's trying to figure herself out. But it only takes a bouquet of flowers, some newspapers, and some hot blondes to change both of their lives.

evak & yousana | the hot baristas by WritenStuff Summary: coffee shop!au; When Isak finds perfection works in the local coffee shop, he can't resist dragging Sana there for their biology study date.

Isak by sira89 Summary: Even sees Isak for the first time.

think i know where you belong by CarolineMiller Summary: childhood friends!au; Feeling exhausted, Even took the page out of the sketch book, tearing it and folding it carefully before placing it in the bottom drawer of his desk, along with all the others he had never dared to show Isak. With all the others he desperately wanted to show to Isak. "Another day ..." he murmured to himself, closing his window with resignation. Or, a childhood AU/friends to love in which Isak and Even spent their lives exchanging messages written on sketchbooks through their windows (and keeping many other messages, full of unspoken stuff, in the bottom of their drawers).

Come On, Set the Tone by boxesofflowers & Eeyoreneedsahug ✓ Summary: HateToLove!au; Isak is a recently out popstar who wants to prove that he is not just another pretty face in pop music and has the skills to make his own way in the musical world (just like his newly found idol, Even Bech Naesheim). Even is a self contained, indie singer songwriter who takes shit from nobody - anyone in his cult following will tell you (including a certain popstar). Shortly after a public feud between the two begins, they’re forced together for a nationwide tour. 9 weeks, 50 shows, and countless hours (together) on the tour bus leave Even writing cryptic love songs and Isak wondering if he should leave everything he knows behind. Ft. BL!SS, Balloon Squad, Wireless Problems, Jonas, and the Wobbles.

Oh when you look at me like that, my darling, what did you expect? by Blueskyblack Summary: "You should really stop doing that", Even tried to reason. It was the middle of the night and though his guard was up, as usual when being around Isak, he wasn't in the mood to uphold it much longer. "Doing what exactly?", came the innocent-sounding response. Even raised his eyebrows at that while turning towards the only other person currently being in this kitchen with him. "Don't play dumb with me, Isak." Even sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, leaning against the cabinet opposite the kitchen counter where the sneaky little bastard was sat with his legs dangling in the air, observing every move Even made. Even let his eyes wander, took in the guy in front of him. Sure, there was no denying this guy there on the counter was attractive. Even could admit that, there was nothing wrong with that. Isak was cute. And attractive. Yeah. He just wasn't for Even.

let me count the ways by anathema (azirapha1e) Summary: The worst part, the humiliating part, is that he’d thought he was over all this. He had been. He hasn’t thought about any of it in months – but sometimes life fucks you over, and sometimes a boy you tried to kiss, a boy who pushed you away, shows up to your first-month-of-living-together party unannounced, and sometimes you end up bolting out of your own apartment to have a panic attack where nobody can see you.

as if by magic (thoughts of you are gone) by hippopotamus ✓ Summary: Isak hates being the third wheel to his best friends, until that means he gets to sit next to a handsome stranger on a rollercoaster.

Someone Somewhere Loves You by ReadingDreams07 Summary: uni!au; Even never thought that he would fall in love at first sight and on top of that at his school library. Now he is on a search to find the love of his life again. Too bad that this damn university was so big. But he never gave up and he will make this come true.

Crash Into Me by endlessandinfinite ★ Summary: "One boy who loves with his entire soul. Another boy who barely knows how to love at all. This is what happens when a shattered mind meets a lonely heart." Or: Isak and Even have hella issues but they can't help falling in love no matter what universe they're in. Even saves Isak. And Isak saves him right back. It's not all sunshine and rainbows. It hurts. But it's love.

torches (life's too short) by xxLeviBech ★ Summary: "My mom used to tell me my thoughts would pour out of my ears if I kept thinking too hard." Isak threw back another fry, keeping his gaze down. "That's pretty fucked up, man." Even deadpanned, making Isak snap his head up in a laugh ."Fuck you," He giggled, tossing one of the soggier ones at Even and being decidedly unimpressed when he caught it in his mouth. Or, a canon divergence AU in which Isak's childhood is exponentially more severe -- where he can't remember coming to school without bruises, a bottle of hand-sanitizer, and long sleeves. It's fine, he's fine. It wasn't for his friends, though; and that's how he wound up here, in a fold-up chair every Tuesday and Friday, talking about his experiences with other post-secondary kids diagnosed with some kind of PTSD. It's also where meets a guy whose name starts with the same letters as everything, because that's... exactly what he is.

LUST FOR LIFE. by kosektivet Summary: "In these stolen moments, the world is mine." An AU where Isak is 19 and out of the closet, but he's still pretty bitter. Even is 21 and he never met Sonja, but he's still charming as all hell.

don't wanna fight no more by boxesofflowers & Eeyoreneedsahug ✓ Summary: The events over the hiatus told in short form. Sana and Evak's friendship mostly. Updated daily.

I could fall, or I could fly. by Superflysister342 Summary: Even was nervous. Considering it was his first day at a new school, it shouldn’t have been that much of a surprise. But to Even, it was. This is how it all started... Or, the events of s3 told from Even’s POV.

Picture Perfect by Angelevak Summary: Isak is a semi-professional photographer living in LA, California. On his search for models to take photos of, some of which you wouldn’t see in a normal modeling company, he meets Even, an insecure boy who traveled to LA to become an actor. Even;s career hasn’t taken off yet, but with the help of Isak, can he finally get out there enough to achieve his dreams?

Nothing To Kill Or Die For by i_once_wrote_a_dream ✓ Summary: It’s Isak. His Isak. Bowed over, hands holding his face. Even doesn’t react immediately, but the others are pushing Isak back; yelling, screaming, hitting. Alternatively, Even and his thoughts during and after 4x05.

I'll give you the brightest sunshine by iheartpeterhale ✓ Summary: parenthood!au; It was something that they new would always happen, a life being brought into their lives that would make all the gloomy days into something so bright.

Martini Shot by BraveKate ✓ Summary: It’s not like Even had never spent any substantial one-on-one time with Marianne before. He just wishes Isak had more faith in all three of them. And worried less. Also, so there would be no war or hunger in the world. Simple things.

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The 2017 Hot List: InStyle's Annual Rising Stars Portfolio Of The Names You Need To Know

Bill Milner

Age: 21

Originally from… Surrey, UK

You’ll recognise him… as that kid in the hilarious Son of Rambow (Bill was only 12 when he landed the role) He’s since gone onto to star in X-Men: First Class and Anthropoid plus this month makes his Netflix debut alongside Maisie Williams in iBoy, the streaming service’s first movie based on Kevin Brooks’s 2010 young adult novel, about a teenager who gains iPhone -related superpowers.

Can you remember what the first VHS or DVD you bought?

When I was 13 or 14 years old I started watching films properly. My friend and I were obsessed with Christopher Nolan’s Batman. That one of the first times I realised films could have a deeper kind of story and started to notice the difference between huge blockbusters and Indie.

Do you think Netflix is starting a whole new genre?

Yeah, the consumer is so different now. It’s given us a great opportunity for long-form storytelling. People kind of think it’s ‘binging’ if you watch three episodes on television but really that’s like 2-3 hours, that’s a film! And if you do that a few nights in a row you’ve watched like 9 hours of a story and you are really following the characters. I would rather prefer an opportunity to do a series to really get in deep with the character. That’s more exciting!

What was it like making iBoy?

I was surprised how much more creative control Netflix give. They were quite happy for us to do what we wanted with regards to how far we took the language and how dark we wanted it to be.

Do you think you’re going to recognized a lot more because of its reach?

Hmmm maybe. It’s exciting that it’s always going to be online. Like in ten years time people could still be stumbling across it.

What word do you always overuse?

Well I know that in interviews a lot of actors use word “exciting” which I’m guilty of too. Like ‘I’m excited to work with them’ and ‘this is a really exciting project!’ Everything is always ‘exciting.’

What was the last lie you told?

I’m much of a liar really. If I have to lie…hmmm I actually just avoid it. Like if someone says: ‘Oh are you free this week?’ and I just don’t want to see them I just don’t text them back. It’s avoiding but also I’m being honest.

Tell us your signature cocktail?

Whiskey sours. I made them last night. My top tip? Don’t use pre-squeezed lemon juice, you have to squeeze the lemons yourself. I know it’s long but it make a big difference.

Your top three most used emojis?

That laughy-cry one. A heart. And the nail paint, for when you want to just snap someone out.

Pearl Mackie

Age: 29

Originally from… London

You’ll recognize her from… West End hit The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time and BBC’s daytime soap Doctors. But you’re going to be seeing way more of her in 2017 when she makes her Doctor Who debut as Peter Capaldi’s companion.

Was acting always the career plan?

Always! Apparently when I was five my mum was washing my hair on a Sunday night before school in front of Saint Louis. Judy Garland was singing the trolley song and I turned to my mum and said I want to do that.

Where were you when you got the Doctor Who call to say you’d got it?

At home with my housemate. The whole process was mad. At the recall I read with Peter and it was all really hush hush, the whole process was like being in M15. Then my agent called me to tell me I got it. There were tears. I had to call her back and say ‘look I’ve imagined that moment a lot so please can you tell me it did actually happen!’

Have you met any fans yet?

They’re incredible. I went to Comic Con in New York and there was a girl dressed exactly like me. The trailer I appear in is only two minutes long but she had really nailed it.

Has anyone given you any good advice?

On my first day of filming Jenna Coleman sent me a bunch of flowers with a note saying that I didn’t need any advice but if she was to tell me anything it would be something that Karen has passed onto her. And that was to tell me not to eat the faggots in the canteen. They had them on the menu the other day and I was like no way!

How do you feel about Peter leaving?

I’m so sad but I’m just happy I got to work with him. He’s such a generous actor. I’m very new to camera acting and all the technical stuff and he will always check if I’m ok. We really get into the scenes and he’s very open to my opinions.

Your go-to karaoke song?

Journey’s Don't Stop Believing. That’s embarrassing.

Word or phrase you overuse?

Literally. I literally use it all the time.

Trait you value most in your friends?

Honesty. Even if I look like shit I’d rather you’d tell me.

Monday motivation?

I love those quotes on Instagram. Mine would be ‘This too shall pass.’ It’s not always going to be Monday. Just get up and go.

Go to cocktail?

I’m a classic gin and tonic gal. I love a Hendricks with a slice of cucumber.

Blake Harrison

Age: 21

Originally from… London

You’ll recognise him from… The Inbetweeners, where Blake played the hilarious dopey Neil for seven years and last year starred alongside Catherine Zeta Jones and Bill Nighy in the cinematic remake of Dad’s Army. Next up he’s swapping comedy for drama taking on roles in ITV’s Prime Suspect prequel Tennison and BBC thriller Trust Me.

Do you still get lots of people stopping you in the street and asking you to do Neil impressions from the Inbetweeners?

There’s a lot. But you know, that’s just the test of the time. I can’t knock it, it’s just is what it is.

Was it hard to avoid being typecast?

Some people are so into the show that they are quite disappointed when they realize you’re not quite that character. But I feel quite lucky with my next roles. In Tennison I play a hot-tempered police officer in the 70s. And in Trust Me I play a recovering alcoholic. That’s really the fun of acting, playing a variety of roles with different types of people.

And now you’re venturing into directing too?

My lovely wife wrote a play and I thought I’d love to make it into a short film. Directing was always something I had in mind but I’m just starting and quickly learning that there is a lot more to it than I originally thought. The note sessions with my wife are interesting too!!

What’s your signature cocktail?

We had Christmas party last year and I made eggnog for the first time and it was delicious. I just followed a recipe off the Internet. It went down incredibly well. That was a real surprise for everyone involved.

What’s the most romantic thing your wife has done for you?

She tried to throw a surprise party for me but she was really rubbish at keeping it a secret. But she tried and that was romantic. I did something really great for our proposal. I made our mutual friend pretend to book a holiday to Paris and then tell us they couldn’t go so did we want the tickets. Then I got my parents involved so when my wife called them to ask them to look after our daughter they were like ‘Oh this is very last minute…’ When we got to Paris I got down on one knee outside the Sacre-Coeur. She was totally shocked.

What are the most used emoji you’ve got?

I don’t like using them. At my age I slightly missed them. But I sometimes use the monkey covering his eyes. Maybe my vocabulary is too small but I can’t think of something that describes the monkey covering its eyes in just one word.

Tom Bateman

Age: 28

Originally from… Oxford, UK

You’ll recognise him… as the violent table-smashing Robert Jekyll in ITV’s Jekyll and Hyde and as a handsome and hilarious Shakespeare in the stage adaption of Tom Stoppard’s Shakespeare In Love. Next up you’ll see him playing Amy Schumer’s love interest in Snatched and he stars as Bouc in the 2017 version of Murder On The Orient Express alongside Johnny Depp.

So was acting always the plan?

I grew up in Oxford, that’s where my fake posh accent comes from! I wanted to be a thousand different things but I didn’t have the commitment to do any of them. But my family is all very creative so it stems from there. I’ve got thirteen siblings!

Hang on, what?

I’ve got a twin, we’re not identical but my baby brother actually really looks like me. And then there are 10 others. Some are half siblings.

What do they think of your career?

I come from a very modest background so when I told my parents they said: ‘We can’t support you but chase what makes you happy.’ I think that is good advice. They were very happy that I found something that I loved doing for living.

You’ve come straight to tonight’s party from the set of Murder On The Orient Express. What’s it like?

Stunning! Before Christmas we were filming on a 70ft high mountain range. All the action takes place on and around the train. My character Bouc owns the train and is Poirot’s best friend. I help him in solving the case.

You’re working with some pretty impressive co-stars?

It’s like Hollywood royalty. We’ve got like Derek Jacobi, Judi Dench, Olivia Colman, and then there’s Johnny Depp, Daisy Ridley and Penelope Cruz too. So it’s basically everyone! I had to do a scene which was a speech in front of the whole cast and I said ‘this is like being at the at Oscars.’

In Snatched you star alongside Amy Schumer. Is she as hilarious IRL?

She is great! She is absolutely hugely intelligent and also very sensitive. A real laughing person to those around her. But she is actually quite shy if you really get to know her.

Has a co-star ever given you good advice?

You learn by seeing. Working with Judi Dench, I mean she is heaven on Earth. The way she treats people as well as acts, you think this is who I aspire to be.

What’s your go-to karaoke song?

I once won a competition once with Easy – Commodores.

What word or phrase do you overuse?

Probably ‘Lots of love.’ I say it to everyone!

What’s your go-to cocktail?

A Negroni. Go big or go home! And it’s the only one I can make.

Most used emojis?

I genuinely don’t know what those are. Are they like smiley faces? I don’t use those. I think they’re shortcuts and awful. I don’t really text, I like phone calls.

So you’re not into social media either?

No f**k that. I was and felt like I was selling my soul. I mean do we really need to see photos of what people are eating for breakfast?

From left – right: Sacha Dhawan, Rory Fleck-Byrne and Scott Arthur

Sacha Dhawan

Age: 33

Originally from… Stockport

You’ll know him from… 24: His big James Bond moment in Live Another Day, as well as gritty crime drama Line of Duty, and the period drama for fashionistas Mr. Selfridge

When did you first describe yourself as an actor?

I used to tap dance when I was a kid and the teacher said to my parents, ‘ His tap dancing’s not bad but he should really go into performing.’ She set me up with an agent in Manchester and soon after I was cast in a children’s series, Out of Sight, at the age of 12. So around about then, I guess.

Does the acting bug run in the family?

No but both of my parents are singers. My Dad is huge fan of Elvis so he sings and my Mum is a beautiful Indian singer. They’ve got more confidence to get up in front of the family than me. Because I’m an actor, they’re always trying to get me to do a monologue. I’m, like, guys, no WAY.

What was the first VHS/ DVD you bought?

Making Michael Jackson’s Thriller by Douglas Kirkland and also – this is really embarrassing – Dirty Dancing. Me and my sister used to watch it on endless repeat.

Have you ever had any on-set disasters?

Sometimes you think you’re invincible and, one time, I had to throw a guy over my shoulder. The producer said, ‘We’ll get you a double,’ but I was insistent on doing it myself. And then I went and dislocated my shoulder.

What’s your go-to karaoke song?

Summer Nights from the Grease soundtrack. I might even put it on Spotify on the way home.

What word or phrase do you overuse the most?

'Imagination’ and ‘mate.’ I call guys and girls ‘mate.’ It's a northern thing.

You’ve got friends coming around for drinks. Tell us your signature cocktail.

Espresso Martinis to perk everyone up a bit. Or set them up for a fall.

What’s the most romantic thing someone has done for you in London?

For my thirtieth, my significant other told me we were just going out for dinner. But she’d booked a restaurant and invited all of my closest friends, which was amazing given that she’d never even met half of them. It was perfect.

Rory Fleck-Byrne

Age: 27 Originally from… Ireland

You’ll recognise him… from films including The Quiet Ones and Vampire Academy plus this year you’ll spot him starring alongside Pierce Brosnan in thriller The Foreigner.

What was the fist VHS you bought? I think it was the Lion King. I feel so sorry for adults that didn’t watch it during their childhood. It is like the Lion King is our Hamlet.

What’s been your worst on-set disaster?

When I was doing a fight exam for a role my sword broke so I had to keep styling it out. I was trying to put it back together but couldn’t. I ended up with a bit of blade in my bare hand. I think I can handle anything after that.

Has a co-star ever given you some good advice?

Pierce Brosnan. He is a very open, connected and grounded individual. He kept saying to me: ‘Stay open, live well, be good to yourself. It was more about how I looked after myself as opposed to my career or how I acted. Just watching him was a lesson in itself really.

What’s your Monday morning motivation motto?

I watch Meryl Streep making her speech at the Golden Globes. That kind of shit that will get you out of bed.

Tell us your signature cocktail recipe? A Negroni. And I have just tried a chocolate Negroni for the first time. You just add a bit of Mozart chocolate Liqueur. Some mixologists think it is wrong, but I am all about it.

What are your three most used emojis? The dancing senorita, peace and the concrete face. It is so random

Scott Arthur Age: 23

You’ll recognise him from… his big-screen debut alongside Jack O’Connell in the harrowing The Somnambulists, and last year played the lead in Bridgend, a drama that explored a mysterious real life suicide cluster that took place in Wales. Next up he joins Shia Labeouf in Borg Vs McEnroe, that looks at the epic 1980 Wimbledon final match.

What was the fist VHS/ DVD you bought? I spent my pocket money on Wayne’s World. I loved Mike Myers as a child. And I remember going to Blockbuster with my parents and I begged and begged for them to buy the Lion King, It is my favourite Disney movie by far.

Tell us about the best advice a co-star has given you? Shia LaBeouf said to me ‘Do what you want and don’t do anything else’, which is what Brad Pitt had told him. A lot of actors get told to do what ever is given to you, and as much as I think that is sound advice, I think you need to be more responsible and have your own ownership over what you do. Always do what your gut tells you, if your gut is saying no, get out of there. Your gut will always tell you what is the truth, what is real and good and what is bullshit. Don’t do any old shit because you will either end up hating it or yourself in it.

What’s your go-to karaoke song? I am quite alternative, I like doing women’s songs like the Beautiful South. And being Welsh, the Stereophonics. It gets the crowd going, not like there is ever a crowd!

What word or phrase do you overuse the most? In Wales we basically say the word ‘mun’ at the end of a sentence. So you would say something like ‘For god’s sake, mun’. It is Welsh colloquialism. I swear a lot as well which is quite bad, but I read something the other day that intelligent people like to swear a lot so…

What’s your Monday morning motivation?

I don’t have my phone by my bed any more. I have an alarm clock instead. So if I am not doing anything I will just sleep and wake up when I want to wake up. If I have got work my alarm goes off, I shower, and then I check my phone. Because of this day and age, we all wake up and check our phones but I was like I can’t do this any more. I struggle some times but I do it.

What’s your go to getting ready for a party song? If I am going to a club I quite like hip hop, maybe a little bit of Drake or Kanye West. Anything that has a good beat or base and makes you go ‘F**k yeah I am loving this’.

Hermione Corfield Age: 23 Originally from… London You’ll know her from… Mission: Impossible – Rogue Nation with Tom Cruise, Pride and Prejudice and Zombies plus war TV drama The Halcyon. This year she stars in xXx: Return of Xander Cage alongside Vin Diesel, and King Arthur: Legend of the Sword, directed by Guy Ritchie.

What was the first VHS/DVD you bought? I was given Top Cat in my Christmas stocking when I was four years old. However, I remember I had actually wanted The Aristrocats but I just wrote on my list ‘the cat film’ so I ended up with Top Cat.

What has been your most challenging role? Playing Emma Garland in The Halcyon just due to the sheer volume of it. We filmed six days a week for five months. So stamina wise definitely that.

Have you ever had any funny on-set disasters? I have spilt coffee on myself multiple times. I’m always told to wear a dressing gown and don’t and then end up almost in tears saying ‘I am so so sorry I have done it again!’ And I corpse (film slang for spontaneous laughing) a lot as well. That is a big one for me!

What word or phrase do you overuse the most? ‘That’s it.’ I always say ‘that’s it.’ My friend from Wales is like where did you pick that up from it is so Welsh?

What’s your Monday morning motivation? Music. I just blast it on my speakers.

Tell us your signature cocktail recipe? I am quite good at making a mescal, lime coriander and chilli thing that I learnt in Mexico.

Eoin Macken

Age: 34

Originally from… Dublin

You’ll know him from… Sixteenth Century small screen romp The Tudors, TV fantasy series Merlin, and fast paced hospital drama The Night Shift

When did you first describe yourself as an ‘actor’

I still feel like I’m learning and becoming an actor. Make sense?

What was the first VHS/ DVD you bought?

The French film La Haine. I bought the special edition and I remember being very excited, because it was hard to get your hands on.

What’s been your most challenging role?

Killing Jesus with Kelsey Grammer, because I was playing Herod Antipas, an unlikeable character who put the thorns on Jesus’s head. It was my job to make the audience warm to him. I tried to understand him in terms of politics, how people are put in positions and you can’t always necessarily judge them.

Have you had any on-set accidents?

I cut up my wrist punching a window once. I was in character and I didn’t realise I’d actually sliced it open. I carried on filming when I really should have got it seen to. When I finally went to hospital the nurse had to reopen the wound and take the glass out. She gave me a big telling off.

What’s your go-to karaoke song?

Ice-Ice Baby by Vanilla Ice. It can’t really fail. People are genuinely amused even if you’re terrible.

What was the last lie you told?

That I’d be at this event in five minutes when I knew I was really half-an-hour away.

What word or phrase do you overuse the most?

You know?’ It’s in every other sentence.

What’s your Monday morning motivation?

Give me a pot of coffee with cinnamon and a newspaper on a Monday morning and I’m all set.

What’s your go-to getting ready for a party song?

Come Together by Primal Scream

You’ve got friends coming around for drinks. Tell us your signature cocktail.

Straight whisky. Then you know who you’re real friends are because they’ll drink it with you.

What are your top three most used emojis?

The smiley face with the wink, the one where the eyes look totally perplexed and the jazz hands. Usually all at once.

Patrick Gibson

Age: 21

Originally from… Ireland

You’ll recognise him from… The OA, where he plays the terrifying Steve Winchell, the deeply troubled bully who strikes up a friendship with Prairie played by Brit Marling. Next up he stars alongside Idris Elba and Abraham Lewis in Guerrilla plus he has landed the lead role The White Princess, the highly anticipated follow-up to historical drama series The White Queen

What was the first VHS/DVD you bought? Donny Darko. It is to this day one of my favourite films. I remember I got a portable DVD for Christmas, which I’d watch it on. That’s so weird because now you just watch it on your phone.

What’s been your most challenging role? Every role is in its own way is quite challenging, I feel like I am starting from scratch every time. It is always different approaching every character. The OA was tough in a lot of ways, physically but also emotionally which I didn’t realise at the time.

What about funny on-set disasters?

This probably doesn’t sound that funny, but in hindsight it is kind of. So there was a scene that we did in OA where I have my dog with me and I basically tell it to attack Prairie – which is Brit Marling’s character. One of the dogs was extra aggressive in real life and I was told not to say attack at the end of the scene because it really would attack. It was like a three-minute scene and we got really into it. At the end I shouted ‘Attack’ and it did. It really went for Brit. But luckily the dog was well trained enough that he stopped mid air.

What’s your go-to getting ready for a party song? It’s so corny. I didn’t even realise I was this cheesy…but it has got to be Drake. Any Drake tunes.

Tell us your signature cocktail recipe? I made mojitos for two years, not in my house but in an actual bar, so mojitos it has got to be.

What are your top three most used emojis? Without looking at my phone? The glitter stars one, the wave and the dancing girl in the red dress. Do you have a strategy for making it big or do you think it is all about luck? I don’t know if I want to make it big in the conventional sense of being a celebrity. My strategy is hopefully to always do work that I am genuinely passionate about and scripts that I really believe in. And to think if there was no money involved would you still want to do it.

Abraham Lewis Age: 21 Originally from…London You’ll recognise him from… How to Talk to Girls at Parties where he played the smooth talking Vic. Next up he stars alongside Idris Elba in Sky Atlantic political drama Guerilla.

What do your family make of your career choice?

When my mum who is an actor told my grandfather who is also an actor that I wanted to do acting too along with my sister he said ‘Oh fuck not another one!’ My dad is an actor too and he was quite cautious as knows how tough this industry is but they are all amazingly supportive now.

What has been your most challenging role? In Guerilla I play a heroin addict and had to loose 25 pounds in a month and a half to do it. And also the headspace of an addict is really weird so that left me feeling quite low at times.

What word or phrase do you overuse the most? I think everyone my age overuses the word ‘like’. I hate it when I use it.

What’s your Monday morning motivation? When I was going to the gym a lot for Guerilla I started watching these YouTube videos by a guy called The Hip Hop Preacher to motivate me. He is really cool.

Tell us your signature cocktail recipe? I used to be a cocktail waiter. I make a good Dark and Stormy.

What’s your go-to getting ready for a party song? Young Americans by David Bowie. What’s the most romantic thing someone has done for you in London? For our third date my girlfriend and I went to a David Hockney exhibition For my birthday she went back and got all of the postcards of all of his paintings then wrote quotes from all of my favourite people ever on the back of each one.

Lucy Boynton

Age: 23

Originally from… New York, raised in London

You’ll recognize her from… horror flicks The Blackcoat's Daughter and Don't Knock Twice plus Sing Street, where she totally won audiences over with her portrayal of the self-proclaimed model and main love interest Raphina. Next up is a major Netflix series Gypsy and blockbuster Murder On The Orient Express.

Like Tom (Bateman) you’ve come straight from the set of the Orient Express. What’s your character like?

I play Countess Andrenyi. She’s a Hungarian countess and ballerina. I get to wear some fantastic handmade 1930s costumes. It’s all very opulent and extravagant.

That sounds pretty different from the Netflix series Gyspy you’ve just wrapped in New York?

Definitely. That’s about a psychotherapist played by Naomi Watts who becomes too immersed in the lives of her patients. I play Alison, a drug addict. She is addicted to speed so I used to eat a lot of M&Ms for breakfast at 7am to portray that jiggy feeling and hysteria.

Did you read lots of books on psychology?

I did, I’ve always been interested in psychology and have taken classes. It helps with acting, like understanding people and why they are how they are.

Are you starting to get recognized more?

I’m what the industry call a ‘plain actor’. I have this thing where no one remembers me. Plus I’ve changed my hair colour a lot so I think that helps.

What word do you overuse?

I tend to refer to every one as ‘woman’ but that’s better than girls or hun right?

Favourite karaoke song?

I don’t do it. I’ll go and support my friends but that’s it. I’m a cheerer. I’ll holler!

Tell us your go-to cocktail?

Aperol spritz. Every single time. Even in winter.

What’s your Monday morning motivation?

I’m not a morning person. And at the moment my call time is 4am. So I just have to remind myself how much I love my job!

Alex Lawther

Age: 22

Originally from… Hampshire

You’ll know him from… Indie Brit flick, A Brilliant Young Mind, as well as The Imitation Game and the coltishly brilliant Black Mirror

When did you first describe yourself as an ‘actor?’

My first job was a play called South Downs at the Harold Pinter theatre in the West End and an actress in the cast turned to me and said, ‘Is this something you want to carry on doing?’ It was the first time someone had asked me that question and it made me realise that I did. Before that I never realised it was something that would pay my rent.

What was the first DVD you bought?

Matilda by Danny DeVito. My friend and I can quote pretty much every line from that film.

What has been your most challenging role?

I recently did an episode of Black Mirror (Shut Up and Dance) and played a very troubled person. Trying to understand someone who I don’t feel like I’ve got any connection otherwise was tricky. But when the script is good, it makes it easier.

Have you ever had any on-set disasters?

I did a film last year called Old Boys and the character I played spends all of his time falling into muddy water or tripping over and generally being quite miserable. My memory of it was being very wet and very cold.

What’s your go-to karaoke song?

Abatina by Calypso Rose. It’s got this wonderful Afro beat to it. I’m obsessed with it.

What word or phrase do you overuse the most?

'That’s very interesting.’ Because I find so many things SO interesting. My friends make fun of me and it’s become my catchphrase.

What trait do you value most in your friends?

Kindness. I like kind people. It’s so underrated.'

What’s your go-to getting ready for a party song?

Abatina by Calypso Rose!

You’ve got friends coming around for drinks? Tell us your signature cocktail.

A martini although I’m not sure how good I am.

What are your top three most used emojis?

The puppy, the alien face and the one of a camel. I use it as a private joke with a friend of mine.

From left – right: Arinzé Kene, Conor MacNeill and Rosie Day

Arinzé Kene Age: 29 Originally from: Lagos, Nigeria and raised in London You’ll recognise him from… The Pass opposite Russell Tovey, the Netflix series Crazyhead and this year spot him in the Shakespearean drama Some Sweet Oblivious Antidote

When did you first describe yourself as an actor? That hasn’t happened yet. I have what is called imposter syndrome. I kind of think one day someone is going to come knocking on my door and say ‘Hey man, you told everyone you are an actor, but you are just a normal bloke and you have somehow tricked everybody. The majority of the time I say to people I perform rather than saying I am an actor. It just feels weird coming out of my mouth.

What was the first VHS/DVD you bought? When I was young I looked older than I was. I remember buying a film called Crooklyn, by Spike Lee when I was blatantly only fourteen and should have been much older to be allowed to.

What was the last lie you told? On my way here the driver asked me ‘Are there a lot of famous people in there?’ and I said no, none at all. What word do you overuse the most? Absolutely. I say absolutely way too much. I only realised it the other day when I was writing an e-mail.

What’s your Monday morning motivation? Meditating. I do it every morning when I wake up. I mean if you have to take a piss then do it but get right in there with the meditating afterwards.

Conor MacNeill Age: 28 Originally from… County Antrim, Northern Ireland

You’ll recognise him from… The Fall plus Channel 4 comedy No Offence. He also wrote this year’s BAFTA nominated film The Party. Talk about multi-talented.

When did you first describe yourself as an actor?

When I was 18 years old I told my teachers that I wanted to be an actor and they were like ‘Oh that is a silly thing to want to do.’ So when I landed a theatre job while still doing my A-levels I turned to them and said ‘I’m now an actor.’

What was the first VHS you bought? Watership Down. And I loved it. Apparently to the point where my mum and dad were like: ‘If we have to watch Watership down one more time…’

Tell us about the best advice a co-star has given you? I worked with a theatre actress called Eleanor Methven who told me to never look at anyone else’s career because everyone’s career is different and to just concentrate on your own.

What has been your most challenging role? My character in The Fall was a schizophrenic with convulsive and delusional disorders. That was pretty hefty. For the role I did loads of research and watched a lot of documentaries about mental health and illnesses. I wanted to be really respectful to people who suffer from it too. So I felt a lot of pressure with that.

What word or phrase do you overuse the most? Class, which is a Belfast word for brilliant. I use ‘That’s class’ all the time.

What’s your Monday morning motivation?

I just think you have got to get paid don’t you? And actually, I love the shower. If I can bring myself to shower I will spend ages in there, and a good song in the shower to listen to. That will get you going.

What is the most romantic thing someone has done for you in London? Surprised me by flying in from New York.

Rosie Day

Age: 22

Originally from… Cambridge

You’ll know her from… Granchester, Homefront, The Seasoning Hour

When did you first describe yourself as an ‘actor’?

When I was 11 I was in a kids show called Hope and Glory. I probably rather precociously said it to a teacher.

Does the acting bug run in the family?

My sister did it when she was younger and that’s how I found my way into it. But before that, never.

What do your family make of it as your career choice?

They’re very supportive. My sister is with me tonight, sat at the bar. She looks just like me.

What was the first DVD you bought?

St. Trinians. I know Gemma [Arterton] now and I still tell her, ‘I used to have a photo of you on my bedroom wall.’

What has been your most challenging role?

In a film called Butterfly Kisses, which premiers at the Berlin Film Festival next week, I play a 16-year-old prostitute from a council estate who had to sleep with people to feed her younger siblings. It was difficult to be in that mindset.

Tell us about the best advice a co-star has given you?

I worked with Suranne Jones when I was 13 and, afterwards my work ethic changed. I can’t remember exactly what she said, but she made me be a better actress.”

What’s your go-to karaoke song?

Believe by Cher. I got very drunk in Malaga once, got my ear pierced on the strip and sang this to my ex who wasn’t there.

What word or phrase do you overuse the most?

‘Like’ and ‘do you know what I mean?’ My dad always replies in an exhausted tone, ‘Yes, Rosie. I know what you mean.’”

What’s your go-to getting ready for a party song?

Anything by Taylor Swift. I’ve outgrown her a bit now but for 10-years, she was my idol.

What are your top three most used emojis?

The ghost sticking his tongue out – I’ve even got it on a T-shirt – the kissing face and the unicorn. I’m a big unicorn fan.

Josh O’Conner

Age: 26

Originally from: Cheltenham

You’ll know him from… Some great telly dramas think: Ripper Street, Peaky Blinders, and The Durrells

When did you first describe yourself as an ‘actor?’

When I got my first job on Lewis. I only had one line but had to retake it about 30 times. I’m much better now.

What was the first VHS/ DVD you bought?

Family Man with Nicholas Cage. I love that film so much. That, and Love Actually. The kind of films I’m doing at the moment are indie and art house but, in reality, I love a bit of cheese.

What has been your most challenging role?

The one I played in God’s Own Country which premiers at the Berlin Film Festival next week. I lost two-and-a-half stone and I’m already quite slight so I looked pretty gaunt.

Tell us about the best advice a co-star has given you?

I worked on Florence Foster-Jenkins with Meryl Streep – name drop there! I was terrified and filming started the day after Glastonbury so I wasn’t in the best shape. I was visibly anxious. She said to me ‘never be nervous.’ It was amazing because it worked.

What’s your go-to karaoke song?

Angels by Robbie Williams. I’m not a classy guy.

What word or phrase do you overuse the most?

‘Lush.’ I’m from Somerset and it’s very typical of that area. Plus, my ex-girlfriend hated it so I use it even more now.

What trait do you value most in your friends?

I like that they drink at my local pub with me.

What’s your Monday morning motivation?

Go to the gym but I’ve never fulfilled it. I don’t think I’ve been to the gym in, like, a year.

What’s your go-to getting ready for a party song?

Anything by Blood Orange.

You’ve got friends coming around for drinks? Tell us your signature cocktail.

I love cooking Persian food and like to eat it with a killer negroni.

What’s the most romantic thing someone has done for you in London?

About five or six years ago I was living in Bristol and someone took me to London. We stayed in a hotel and that was really exciting for me because I’d never stayed in a hotel in my entire life. I grew up camping!

What are your top three most used emojis?

The thinking face, the face that’s rolling its eyes and the fire. The last one’s an in joke and I use it a lot.

Lorne MacFayden

Age: 26

Originally from: Isle of Skye

You’ll know him from… those addictive TV series including The Level, Grantchester, Tina and Bobby

When did you first describe yourself as an ‘actor?’

When I dropped out of uni – I was studying Media Design – I had to start calling myself an actor for people to start taking me seriously. Once you make that step, it all starts unraveling.

What was the first VHS/ DVD you bought?

My Great Uncle owned a rental VHS shop so I used to watch whatever was lying around. Jaws was probably one of the first films I ever saw. To this day, I’m still terrified of sharks.

What has been your most challenging role?

Probably playing Bobby Moore. It’s quite the story; battling cancer and then winning the world cup. But, throughout filming, I was hyper aware that he was such an iconic football player and such a hero to so many people, so I had to get it right.

Have you ever had any funny on-set stories?

Whilst filming Tina & Bobby, Michelle Keegan and I were driving along in a beautiful old sixties Jag. I’m really into my music so would play stuff that was appropriate to the era. I was trying to find a track and for some reason, the Notorious B.I.G came on and my phone froze. We did have a laugh about that.

What’s your go-to karaoke song?

I actually worked in a karaoke bar for a year! Mine is A Little Less Conversation by Elvis. I don’t know the words off by heart but I have fun singing it after a few drinks.

What word or phrase do you overuse the most?

‘Sound.’ It’s an expression of general acceptance to something. So if someone says, ‘Can I get you a drink?’ I’ll reply ‘sound.’

What’s your go-to getting ready for a party song?

Depends. Probably Underworld or some other nineties rave tunes.

You’ve got friends coming around for drinks? Tell us your signature cocktail.

Long Island Ice Tea. It involves everything and can get a party started pretty quickly. It’s lethal stuff. Just what you want, right?

What are your top three most used emojis?

I use the crying with laughter one when I’m totally stony faced. The winky face I use but I HATE the winky face with the tongue sticking out. I mean, what’s that supposed to express? Don’t answer that.

Photographer: Schohaja

Creative Director: Jamie Spence

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