LET THIS BE A REMINDER THAT JUST BECAUSE FRANK DOESN’T SAY ANYTHING DOESN’T MEAN HE’S NOT UNCOMFORTABLE
this is the exact same thing with how he said hugs make him uncomfortable but he doesn’t want to disappoint people so he doesn’t know how to say no.
OCCASIONALLY if frank is in a good mood or someone is very upset/emotional while talking to him he will hug them of his own accord. people have also said that he held their hand to comfort them while talking to them. but don’t use seeing him do this with someone else as an invitation to do it yourself.
so please, as i have said countless times, don’t ask him for a hug. don’t ask him to hold his hands. and for love of god don’t just grab or touch him without even asking. you are a stranger to him.
if you’ve done it in the past, there’s no need to get defensive over it, you didn’t know, now you do, and you can go into future interactions with him with this knowledge in mind. it’s all about respect and making sure we’re not doing things that make him want to stop meeting people.
about : Tom is away at SDCC while promoting Spider-Man Homecoming. Things start to go downhill as a Facetime call ensues and jealousy arises.
Warnings : a teeny bit sad. drunk tom!
The ID caller showed up on your phone and you grinned, flopping down onto the bed as you answered the call. Tom’s smiling face filled your screen and you giggled, greeting him with a simple ‘hello Thomas’.
“Y/N! It’s crazy here!” Tom shouted, “I’ve never seen anything like this before! There were thousands of people on the panel it was insane!”
“Are you having fun?” You asked, a small yet tired simper reaches your lips.
“Loads! Everyone’s amazing! Laura is here, Jacob is here, Tony is here, oh and Zendaya is here too!” He continued to ramble on about how everyone had secretly arrived to the convention but your heart sank at her name.
Tom was an extremely sweet person, and he was definitely good-looking. Your biggest fear from letting him leave to Atlanta was him finding someone new. What if he found someone else prettier, smarter and better than you? Maybe he was already tired of you.
And it didn’t help that Zendaya was a part of your worry. She was the kind of girl you’d always want to be. She was gorgeous and successful, not to mention extremely talented. You let your insecurity get the best of you sometimes and you would always feel a bit glum whenever you saw them together. However, Tom wasn’t aware that you felt that way.
“Isn’t Zendaya pretty?” you piped up randomly, playing with the hem of your sweatpants.
“Yes, she is. Why?” Tom sounded confused. He looked at something behind the camera and he laughed, slapping his chest.
“Oh, that’s amazing, Z,” he chuckled before looking back at you on the phone, “sorry babe, were you saying something?”
You were about to say something before he interrupted you, laughing again and talking to someone you could only assume was Zendaya. You could hear her laughter too and you flinched, feeling annoyed. Anger and jealousy was already bubbling inside of you. Rolling your eyes, you scoffed at how he was so oblivious to you on the phone as he dropped his phone to his side so all you could see was his pants.
This was the first time in days he had facetimed you, and you felt so put off by how he wasn’t even paying attention to you.
Pissed off, you pressed the end call button hardly, ending the facetime. You put your phone beside you and picked up your laptop, trying to calm yourself down.
It seemed like the world wanted to rub everything in your face when you clicked on a random song on your spotify. Everything I’m Not by The Veronicas came on and you gasped, throwing up your arms in anger.
“Oh, come on!” You yelled at no one in particular.
The song blasted on your speakers and you sighed, letting it play.
Your phone beeped once.
Tom’s face popped up on the screen, indicating a call coming in from him.
You ignored it, letting the ringtone play amongst the loud tunes of The Veronicas.
It stopped for a few seconds before ringing again. This time you decided to decline the call.
A text came in. You peeked.
Tom x : babe, what’s up? u just hung up?
10. 50 pm
Tom x : y/n? Im gonna call u again.
10. 52 pm
Tom x : why did u decline the call?
10. 58 pm
Tom x : did i do something wrong?
11. 05 pm
You snorted, picking up your phone and typing a quick reply.
Me : idk ask zendaya lmao
Me : im gonna sleep. Have fun at comic con.
Just as you were about to put away your phone, it vibrated.
Tom x : I think I know what’s going on. Are you jealous of Z?
Tom x : I hope you know I love you, and that I will never eye another girl that’s not you. I understand how you feel, I get sad whenever I think of all the other boys that are with you everyday. So i dont blame you. But you can trust me love. I promise.
Tom x : z and i are just friends, nothing more babe. Im way too in love with you. Also im sorry if ive been distant. I miss you so much and i havent been able to really talk to you. Ive been very busy with work and everything else i just idk i feel really guilty now.
Tom x : call me back when u wanna talk. Im sorry, i love you. Xx
You sighed, giving in. You could tell he was feeling really crappy about it as you watched a livestream of the convention. Marvel was holding a livestream for the interviews and you saw Tom pop up in the screen when you opened the website.
His eyes were downcast even though he had a small smile on his face. Tom was less energetic and gave the interviewer half-assed answers. He kept crossing and uncrossing his arms and he fidgeted a lot on his feet.
His iPhone was gripped tightly in his hand, and every few seconds he went to check it.
Probably for my reply, you thought.
When the interviewer ended, you saw him walk away from the camera. The interviewer was about to interview Lupita Nyong’o next when another text from Tom came in.
Tom x : love i really am sorry. maybe u went to sleep already. Im sorry. I love you. Goodnight. Xx
“Meh screw it,” you mumbled, pressing the call icon on his contact name.
He picked it up immediately after the third ring.
“Hello?” he said quickly.
“It’s okay,” you sighed, slumping on the bed, “sorry, I just got jealous. I shouldn’t have hung up on you like that.
“It’s just..I miss you so much Tom. And we haven’t facetimed in so long and.. I don’t know I was pretty pissed off by how you weren’t paying attention to me.”
“I know, I know,” you could hear his guilt from across the line, “I’m really sorry. There’s just been a lot going on right now.”
You sighed, “okay, now go and have fun. We can talk more later. I’m not mad at you anymore so don’t worry.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive, I’ll be fine,” You lied through your teeth, even mustering a fake smile.
Tom hummed, before speaking again, “I’ll call you when you wake up. I love you so much, Y/N. Goodnight, love.”
“Goodnight,” you mumbled back as you hit the ‘end call’.
Grabbing a pillow from the top of the bed, you clutched it tightly into your chest as sobs began to rack through your body. The tears didn’t stop flowing, even after half an hour.
You’d think he would notice that you really weren’t okay.
You missed him so much.
And it already felt like, to you, he was slowly drifting away.
The next morning was horrendous. You woke up to the feel of your soggy pillow and puffy eyes. Rubbing your face, you snuggled further into your duvet.
There was no way you were going out today. Your heart felt the heaviest it had felt in a long time and nothing seemed to motivate you to get out of bed.
You missed him too much.
Making calls to everyone, you apologised for not feeling well and rescheduled everything.
Nothing mattered more than the ache in your heart. If your mind wasn’t in the game, there would be no point in getting into the game in the first place.
You decided to check your notifications and was surprised by the amount of texts Tom had sent in.
Tom x : Good morning, babe. I hope you slept well. I’m out here in San Diego, in some bar. Missing you. 💛
Tom x : I hope you’re not angry anymore. It’s been bothering me the whole day. I’m still sorry.
Tom x : baEb i lpve you si much…….im sorry yoi think i luv zebdaya….i dont… i love you im sorry
Tom x : jacOb says in Drunk! Haha@ he keeps tellinf me that i should go homE
Tom x : i sAid wherE? LonDon? He saiD no You IdioT the Hotel
Tom x : i saiD it aInt HoME UNLESS y/n is wit me
Tom x : jeusu chrisy i lovw you
Tom x : i jusT PUKED I WISH YORE HERE Y/N YOU MAKe me FEEL BETTER
Tom x : I MISS YOUUUY
You stared at the screen, taking it all in.
Tom got drunk last night.
Yet, all his words seemed so sincere. Just before you could exit the chat, a new message came in.
Instead, this was from Harrison.
Haz O : hey y/n, i think you probably read the drunk texts tom has been sending. just want to tell you. tom has been drinking a lot for the past 2 hours. he’s upset, y/n. after he puked on the sidewalk, he cried. he cried about how much he missed you and how he didn’t deserve you. that you lie when you say you’re okay. he said that it would be easier if you both broke up. you could find someone better. so, stop being mad at tom. there’s nothing going on between z and tom. If they did, i would’ve told you. he’s feeling so guilty for no reason.
You felt hot tears gathering at the side of your eyes. He was beating himself up because of your jealousy. Guilt took over you as you fumbled to type out a quick reply. A plan was already forming in your head and although it involved a lot of money, you knew it would help in fixing this problem.
It was probably too reckless and spontaneous, but you had enough of missing Tom and clearly, Tom was sick of missing you too.
You : I’m getting on the next flight to San Diego. Take care of Tom for me. x
wow i got another one of these done! yay me :3 i got like halfway through then accidentally deleted them so rip me but heres the brother that i love so much i cry every time. like these r probably really hecking biased because i love him so much but like! i dont care :3 anyways here they r
he uses the same stuff as mob but somehow his hair ends up like feathers
Huge sweet tooth
like u’ll find him late at night eating chocolate and hes like ‘… what dont judge me’
just all around defensive when he gets caught doing stuff hes not supposed to
with adults hes able to talk himself out of it but w/ others….. hes just ‘this ISNT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE youre making ASSUMPTIONS’
mobs just like ‘… ok?’
teru makes fun of him
shous just like ‘PASS THE FUCKIN COOKIES’
the first time ritsu was like ?????????????? ok?
after that tho he would see shou walk in and just hand him whatever he was eating
k so like hes demi
you can fight me on this but u’ll lose tbh
for a long time he thought he was just too focused on school and extracurriculars to ‘have time’ for crushes
but then like after a year of hanging out w/ shou, shou says something really stupid but endearing and ritsus just ‘oh shit. Oh Shit.’
mob kept finding all of the silverware bent into shitty hearts and undid them with a grin
ritsu was So Mortified the first time it happened
and all the other times but the first time REALLY mortified
mob… tries to help his little brother with this.
fun fact: it doesnt work
once he tried to shove shou into a hug w/ ritsu but instead pushes shou down the stairs
mob quickly walked away like so fucking fast
there were other attempts but like….. they were all as bad as The Stair Incident
shou is luckily so impulsive that like a month after ritsu realized that he was Kind Of In Love With His Best Friend hes like ‘uh ur blushing and its really fucking cute so like uh date me maybe?’ and it. works.
their relationship is soft and pure
angst? no fuck you im not about that shit
actually i am its gonna be on shous
just thinking about it is making me cry ahead of time and its only like half an idea fuck whatever
so like ritsus always fucking Done
especially when teru has to do anything with it
teru really likes to lovingly poke fun and ritsus just like ‘haha im gonna stab you now’
ok so like at first ritsu thinks reigen is just like manipulating mob but when reigen throws mob a Huge birthday party and asks ritsu for help he realizes reigen really loves mob and stops hating him
in fact that experience is when reigens like ‘welp ive got another child i have to care for’
how does this man continually adopt children. how.
has really cute freckles
like… really cute
has a pet cactus named ‘hanazawa teruki fucking sucks’
its marley for short but its true name is ‘hanazawa teruki fucking sucks’
why? teru gave it to him and said ‘i found ur clone’
please read and pass along so queen Vic sees it and comments on it/ reblogs (part one)
okay y'all. im goons try to keep this short. over a year ago, i began reading red queen. it was by far one of the best days of my life. im writing this for three reasons. one, i want queen v to see it and know just how much she means to me. two, today i got scared. i got really scared that one day red queen will no longer make me feel the intense love i feel now. three, i had this dream that i was a number one nyt bestselling author and me and queen vic went to go have lunch. queen vic if you read this hmu. i know some pretty gucci restaurants in ri. haha. 😂 okay so back to the beginning of the story, i was walking around bn before gs came out and i saw this book … with the most gorgeous cover i have ever seen. and then i read the back. i instantly connected with this book. i loved it so so much and i hadn’t even read it yet. my depression and anxiety were so bad at this point and i had already started cutting. so then i started reading this book, it was AMAZING. i just felt this connection with mare, as if she were real and i could just talk to her. and i felt so … not alone for the first time in a long time. it was this unimaginable love. it made my heart hurt in the best way possible. glass sword came out by the time i finished reading it. i was so so in love. ask anyone, there is not a day have gone without having a conniption at least one since i started reading it. so the next year was really hard. the arrival of kc kept me going. during that year, I MET VICTORIA AVEYARD in east long meadow at kidly winks in June of 2016. IT WAS LITERALLY THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE. it was the most personal thing to me so im not gonna describe what happened other than HOLY SHIT. I WAS ON CLOUD NINE ☁️ FOR WEEKS. she was just so amazing. idek what to say. after we left the store, I cried. and honestly i miss her sm. i gave her a million hugs and was honestly an awkward but. i hope she didn’t judge too much. it was great. we hugged, complemented each other, our moms talked to each other. I STILL can’t get over it, but quite a while after that, things got so bad that i couldn’t function anymore. i was NEVER happy. i hid my rq books because i didn’t want to see them and have them lose their meaning in this dark time. so, then i was admitted to bradley, a children’s psychiatric hospital, an intensive outpatient program. the first day i was there i was determined to die. i said i would kill myself before kc because i waited so long and came so far, i just had to make it until then, right? wrong. so while i was in Bradley, i was happy for the first time in a while, but not until kc came out. everyone there, even my psychiatrist said it helped immensely with my recovery. everyone told me i look so much happier. even in that hellhole they call school. my mom said that i was the happiest she had seen me in a long time. my best friend the hope, the sparkle in my eyes was back. it made me realize how much i love some of the things in this world. when i left Bradley, everyone said i was the red queen and positive messages about how strong i was like mare. I still carry those letters around because there still are low points. they never just go away. but now there’s a difference. im happy. i have hope. for that, i am immensely grateful. i love you so so much queen vic. and let me just say, i absolutely support the end of kc. of course im sad, but i understand that as an author sometimes ya gotta do whatcha gotta do. and just like kc gave me hope in my life, i have hope and faith in queen vic and what you do with rq4. stop hating on her y'all. again, i just want to say thank you and *anxiety takes over* please don’t think im crazy. (Btw just thought of this, im gonna post some pics right after bc idk how to put them in here) i just want you to know this because you deserve to and honestly, it was helpful for me to put it all down and not try to cram it into you’re ask box in a few asks as possible. again, thanks and love you. ❤️ @vaveyard
So I got carried away and this is really long… But I also love it so I hope you do.
Maybe I was the cause of all the problems in my relationship with Cal. Maybe it was actually me and not him. I mean we both had fucked up schedules and many times we went weeks without actually seeing each other.
He goes to bed around three in the morning and I wake up at about four in the morning to train. I don’t get home till about five and by then Cal is already filming or doing other things.
I’m a gymnast and he’s youtuber and quite honestly I thought his schedule was messing us up, but now I’m sure it’s mine.
I do an hour of yoga and stretching before eating breakfast and doing a few miles of running. Then I drive to the gym where I live from six to three. Then I finally head home to my flat and I’m exhausted, but it doesn’t end there because after dinner I go back to the gym to teach a class for the little ones.
Unfortunately, for my relationship, I do this Monday through Friday and weekends are the same minus teaching classes.
Maybe I was the reason my relationship was failing. It was most likely me and the olympics.
“Why are you falling off the beam on a simple turn?!” My trainer screams from the other side of the gym and I look up at him.
“Because my relationship is failing!” I scream back.
“Well get back on the beam and focus. Even the three year olds can turn on beam without falling and you have a gold medal on it.”
He has a point. You’d think after being an overall bronze medalist at worlds two years in a row and having a gold medal on beam at the olympics, I’d be able to do better.
“Can you get through today’s practice or do I need to send you home to work out your boyfriend troubles?” He asks and I shake my head.
“No because he doesn’t even realize that we’re falling apart.” I explain before stepping back onto the beam.
“Nope get on down. You’re not gonna get injured right now because you’re unfocused.” He reaches up and grabs my waist before pulling me down.
“Go home, talk to him and come back here tomorrow ready to stick the routine we’ve given you because in two months you’re competing in the qualifier and I need your head on straight and the routine clean.”
“Okay.” I nod in agreement before walking over to my bag and pulling on my team Great Britain sweatshirt that match my blue shorts that sit on top of my leotard. Once I’m outside I pull out my phone and stare at it for a few moments.
“Hey Cal, can I come over?”
“Yeah of course. I just have some of the guys over filming. I thought you had training.”
“Let me out early, but I’ll be over in a few. Love you.”
“Love you too. I’ll unlock the door.” He hangs up and by the time I get to the flat all I hear is pure chaos.
“It’s the Olympic gymnast who got stuck dating Callum!” I hear Harry shout before pulling me in for a hug.
“Aren’t you usually doing flips at this time of day?” He asks and I nod.
“Coach sent me home.” I explain as he steps away and let’s Cal come over to greet me.
“You hurt?” He questions before kissing me on my head.
“No just off my game I guess. I mean I fell off the beam doing a simple pirouette and I’m the gold medalist on beam. I do pirouettes in my sleep.” I ramble slightly and he notices something is wrong.
“Well go change and join us.” He pats me on the shoulder and I nod before placing my bag down and walking to his room. I pull off my leotard and other clothes before grabbing one of his weezy tops and pulling my shorts back on. I go to leave his room before looking in the mirror and realize I actually look like shit.
“I’m not gonna be caught on camera with this.” I mumble as I pull my hair out of the messy bun. I quickly put some concealer on my neck because a bruise the beam gave me looks like a hickey and then I’m ‘ready’ to be seen by others.
“Guys look it’s the girl with the Olympic gold medal.” Someone throws a vlogging camera in my face.
“Stop it. It was one gold medal.”
“Yeah but you’re family has a room in their house dedicated to medals and awards that you received growing up.” Cal points out
“Well it’s my only Olympic gold medal.”
“My bad I forgot about the bronze on uneven bars.”
“I could be better. Have you met the American team their incredible.” I look down at my callused hands and think about the eighteen years of my life that have been dedicated to the sport. My twenty first birthday was spent at the gym training for nationals. I mean I pushed so much of my life off just to compete. Yet I still feel unaccomplished. Like I could do more and to others it sounds stupid but for me it’s just the life of a gymnast.
“Anyway I’m gonna go lie down. I didn’t realize how out of it I am till now.” I stand up off the couch and Callum looks worried.
“Guys set up the video I’ll be back.” He follows me into his room and I take a seat on the bed.
“What’s going on? You haven’t missed a day of training since you had the flu three months ago.” He asks and I shrug while rubbing on my right ring finger that has the Olympic Rings tattooed onto it.
“I’m ruining our relationship. I mean we barely ever see each other and when we do, the guys are around, or we’re both out of it and tired. I mean we haven’t spent time watching Netflix and relaxing together in months. I mean we maybe get to call each other every week or so.” I shrug before looking up and facing the reality.
“I mean you started dating me right after the Olympics and I’m not the same person I was back then. I had about three or four months of normalcy where I just hung out and relaxed and only went to the gym twice a week. Now it’s a year later and I’m training hard for nationals and to make the national team for worlds. This is the real me and the real me is fucking up everything. I mean did you not notice my lack of presence at the party last week or that I wasn’t there for the Sidemen football match? I mean I missed a lot and I feel like you don’t care. Like it doesn’t matter.”
“You think I don’t care or notice that you aren’t there? Cause I do and yeah it hurts but I don’t say anything because you’re pursing a dream and I’m not gonna stop you from doing that. You’re incredible and I’m not gonna stop you from reaching you’re highest potential. I don’t wanna make you feel bad so I don’t say anything. And yeah maybe you and I don’t talk much and this is the first time I’ve seen you in person in a month, but I still love you. I mean what do you want me to say? That I mad? Cause I am, but I’m not gonna do that to you. I mean it sucks when all the others guys have their girlfriends around and we all go out to eat and mine isn’t there because she’s training. Yeah it sucks but I don’t say anything because I’m not gonna stop you from doing you’re best. Im not gonna make you feel like shit for doing you. So don’t come in here and act like I don’t try because it’s you that doesn’t have time for me.” He shouts back and I realize that I was… no I am… the problem.
“So what does this mean?” I ask and he places his hands over his face before looking up at the ceiling and back down to me.
“I think it means we’re done.” He admits and I nod before picking up my bag and walking out of the room.
“Wait where you going?” Harry asks and I just ignore him. Once I’m out of the flat I just run. I run to my car and I drive straight to the gym.
“Why are you back here? I’m not letting you train upset.”
“I’m here because he fucking broke up with me.” I finally respond after a few moments of silence.
“And I’m ready to train.”
“You look so tense. Like go get a drink.” My teammate jokes and actually consider that as an option.
“I mean Cal and I split like a month ago and I have been quite lonely. I mean I haven’t slept with a guy in so long. I mean it’s hard to have a sex life when I’m always here.”
“Well there’s always the boys.” She motions over to the chalk bin where some of the Olympic guys are standing.
“Mel really?” I fidget with my grips and she nods.
“I mean I had that fling with Luke.” She smiles and I look over at them.
“They’re just as horny as we are. Like I’m just about to for one of them at this point.” She shrugs and I nod.s
“Let them know you’re single sweetie.” I wink before grabbing her hand and pulling her over to the chalk bin by the bars.
“Move it or lose it boys.” I smirk before looking up. “Or do something with it.”
“Oh is that right?” Ash grabs my waist and I nod. He pulls me closer to his body and leans down to kiss behind my ear. “I’ll see you by my car.” He leaves another kiss on my neck before looking around.
“I’m sorry do you guys need some space?” I hear my coach shout and I quickly pull away from Ash and turn around to face my trainer who is holding up an elastic band.
“I thought we were doing bars.” I raise an eyebrow and he holds up another elastic band.
“You and Ash here and gonna be having fun today and not the fun you wanted to have.” He throws the bands at us and I contemplate throwing myself on the ground and crying.
“Feet together and up the rope. Come on you two, now you’re gonna do that ten times each and once you’re done do it another ten times.” He shouts and Ash looks at me while smirking.
“Good I’ll get to see your cute ass climb up the rope.”
“Not gonna be cute when he makes us do even worse things. Last time he caught me kissing my boyfriend I was sixteen and he made me do twenty times up the rope, a five mile run, and thirty standing tucks before making me call the boy and tell him he would ruin my future and I couldn’t date him.”
“Yeah and he only let me date after I won gold on beam. Now he’s pissed because of you because he thinks you’re gonna ruin my chance at gold again.” I explain while tying my ankles together.
“What about my chance at gold?” He jokes and I grab onto the rope. “My bad I mean my chance at gold for the third worlds in a row.” He reaches over and tries to tip me over before climbing up the rope.
“So Im gonna go take an ice bath. I gotta take an ice bath.” I limp over to ice baths as Asher follows me.
My trainer had us do five miles, and then it got worse. Back tuck followed by a burpee. Twenty sets of five followed by chin ups on the high bar and then he made me continue running. Then he made me do my floor routine full out four times in row. The worst was that Ash was allowed to stop after the running and he sat back cheering me on while laughing.
“Can you possibly carry me?” I ask and he grabs onto my waist and throws me over his shoulder. Once we get to the ice baths he puts me down and I slowly climb into the freezing water.
“How’s the boyfriend been?” He asks and I can’t help but laugh.
“I wouldn’t have flirted with you if he was still my boyfriend.” I explain and he leans against the edge of the tub next to me.
“Why’d you split?”
“I don’t have time for a relationship when I’m here being an Olympic gymnast.”
“Oh trust me… There’s time. That one hour break we get between twelve and one for lunch and then the break we have from three to seven and again when you have a break at nine after you’re done teaching the little ones. Trust me there’s time, but unless both people are trying, you won’t feel like there is time.”
“And weekends at night. You’re boyfriend sounds like an ass.” He laughs and I shake my head.
“No I’m the ass. I didn’t try either. I wanted him to try and I couldn’t expect him to.” I look up at him and he shakes his head before standing up.
“I can’t sleep with you. I’m sorry but I was flirting back because I’m an ass but you love another guy. Like come on you still love Cal.” He grabs my hand and pulls me up out of the ice bath.
“You should stretch, take a shower, and go get your boyfriend back.”
“No I don’t love him anymore, it’s fine.” I try to dissuade him and he smiles softly.
“Can’t do that to you. I mean you’re on my Olympic team.” He laughs and I cross my arms over my chest.
“Okay, well thanks Asher.”
“Hey Harry, is Callum home? I gotta talk to him.”
“Oh, what’re you doing here?” He hugs me before pulling me inside and pointing to the kitchen.
“Wait before I go, is he seeing someone new?” I ask and he shakes his head.
“You’re good.” He laughs while motioning for me to follow him inside.
“Callum? Can we talk?” I ask and he looks up before nodding and motioning for him to follow me.
“Mind me asking why you’re here?” He asks while shutting the door behind us.
“Cause I got to practice and for the first time since I was sixteen I got fully punished. I had to climb the rope with just my upper body twenty times and then ran five miles. Then did so many back tucks into burpees that I almost passed out and it didn’t stop there. I had to do chin ups and handstands and all that other shit before dying and doing my floor routine fully out.”
“The last time that happened I got caught having my first kiss outside. It was my first boyfriend and it was so worth the pain I endured after. However, today wasn’t the same because I got caught flirting with another guy who then turned me down because he told me I’m still in love with you. And he’s right, I am still in love with you, but he also made a really good point and I want you to listen.” I place my bag down and he motions for me to continue.
“He mentioned that I do have enough time for us. He pointed out that there is enough time and I think I messed up before and yeah I do want to get back together but please just tell me if I’m already overstepping my boundaries. I mean I’ll just go now if you don’t want to get back together.”
“Don’t think that, please don’t think that. Yes I want to get back together and yes I’ll find a way to work this out so please don’t cry.” He pulls me into his arms and I wrap my arms around his waist.
“Missed you shorty.” He pulls away and brushes my hair away from my face before kissing me.
“I love you.” He picks me up and I place my face into his shoulder.
“I love you too.” I smile before leaving kisses on his cheek. “I love you so so much.” I laugh as I keep leaving kisses on his cheek and he smiles before turning his head and kissing me again.
PD: Alright, that was excellent kids! You all can have a 10 min break!
Jeno: *drops his smile & pulls out his phone*
Haechan: *takes a deep breath* how many times. how many TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL UR CHINESE ‘HI IM CHENLE HE HE’ ASS TO STFU AND LET ME SPEAK. YALL AINT SHIT WITHOUT ME.
Jisung: *rolls eyes* here we go again….
Chenle: *smiles & says somethin in chinese*
Haechan: bitch what tf did u just say to me????
Renjun: he called u a no good attention seeking cunt that needs to back off before he buys your family & sm
Mark: y'all can u keep it quiet over there? i’m tryna practice for high school rapper
Haechan: boy shut yo ass up no one was talking to you go practice in a washroom stall
Jaemin: *pops out with a smile and some popcorn* hEy guys!!!!! How’s my fav team members doing???
Haechan: *fixes hair* um hello, can someone tell this unknown nugu hoe to get outta here??
Jaemin: Haechan. it’s me.
Haechan: sorry i don’t talk to strangers bye. *stands up* SECURITY WHERE TF ARE U?????
Jaemin: thats a really funny joke but seriously stop Donghyuck, I was just gonna ask if anyone wanted to watch Finding Dory with me?
Haechan: *whispers* this bitch even knows my real name. *shrieks* SECURITY IM GONNA HAVE YALLS ASSES SUED IF YALL DONT POP OUT RIGHTNOW ISTG
Jaemin: Mark cmon u remember me right???
Mark: *smiles* sorry if your a fan you’re gonna have to stay outside, this is against company policy. I can give u half-off at our next fanmeet if you’d like?
Haechan: mARK GETCHO RAMEN BLEACHED ASS FALLIN APART HAIR AWAY FROM THAT DISEASE INFESTED CHILD.
Jaemin: w o w. y'all really gonna play me like that huh?
Chenle: Hi! i’m chenle! he he! You look like this hyung I know but he’s kinda injured right now and needs rest so you couldn’t possibly be him!
Renjun: *says something aggressively in chinese to chenle*
Renjun: *nervously smiles* ha hah um if you’d like to contact us please talk to our manager over there…
Jaemin: *turns around*
Renjun: *knocks him out with a roundhouse kick*
Haechan: finally, thank u renjim, he was really gettin on my nerves
Jeno: *looks up* guys u do realize that was Jaemin who was part of our Chewing Gum promotions right???
Haechan: Jeno go back to looking up turtle porn, no one called on ur ass boo
Chenle: Hi! I’m Chenle! he he! I’m Nct dream’s main vocalist!
Renjun: shut up before haechan whoops ur ass to china
Haechan: it don’t matter ramjam, after all i’m the one carrying this group as USUAL, his hoeass can spout whatever nonsense he wants to. BECAUSE I WON THE FIRST AWARD FOR NCT. ME LEE DONGHYUCK. y'all can roll in mud and eat shit for all i care
Mark: *throws table* i TOLD YALL TO SHUT THE FUCK UP BUT YALL TRICKASS BABY SHITS CANT EVEN DO THAT FOR FIVE BLOODY SECONDS!!!!!!!!!
Haechan: lol ok who got his spongebob panties in a twist?
Mark: DONGHYUCK ILL NUTKICK U TO PLUTO AND BACK JUST TALK ONE MORE TIME AND CHENLE DON’T EVEN THINK BOUT INTRODUCING UR CHINGCHONG HEHE ASS AND RENJUN TALK SHIT IN CHINESE& ILL SUE YOU. JISUNG UR A FCUKING CUNT BECAUSE U JUST SIT THERE WHEN WE ALL KNOW U DO SATANIC RITUALS TO GUIDE US TO HELL AND JENO- JENO…… u alright tbh
PD: alright boys! we’re on in 5!-
*makeup & hair staff sprint in and fix the boys*
Jisung: *mutters some satan verses*
Renjun: *drags Jaemin and shoves him in a locker*
Haechan: *cracks neck and mutters repeatedly* you’re the queen, everyone else is a peasant
but listen… i was thinking about how ziam would’ve met if they werent famous so i came up w this: zayn as an english professor and liam as a fire captain… so maybe zayn is a single father (bc im a slut for kid fics), and he has this lovely little boy… and like maybe his son had made this cute book for zayn, w a lot of doodles and things like ‘baba is my hero’ ‘i love you baba’… and zayn’d take it everywhere bc it meant so much for his son… and then one day there was this huge fire at the university, in the building where zayn was in… so he was asked to leave immediately, and he managed to forgot his bag, by the time he remembered the firefighters had already evvaccuet the room… his son would be so sad, without thinking zayn’d run at the fire’s direction. a pair of strong arms’d have stopped him… ‘pls pls i forgot my son’s book’ ‘pls man pls let me in’ and the firemen’d say how sorry they are, but they couldnt do anything… but then, the man who had his arms on zayn, looked straight into zayn eyes and said ‘stay here sir, im gonna get that to you’ and he would run through the fire, causing every fireman to be shocked ‘liammmm liammmmm wtf’… and minutes later he’d return… and maybe liam got hurt, a few burns and he inhaled the toxic smoke… but zayns book was right there, he managed to get it, he would point at zayns direction before the paramedics came to his rescue. and zayn would have felt so guilty and he couldnt forget the brave man’s eyes… so he’d take his son to the hospital to thank the gorgeous man. and by the minute they entered liam’s room, his son would have yelled ‘CAPTAIN PAYNE’ and then flashbacks occur to zayn, and ofc thats the fireman his son couldnt stop talking about since his school travel to the fire station… ‘i want to be like cap payne, baba’ and idk you can go from here… maybe zayn invites liam over from dinner…
Your life has been great ever since you got fired. Which was an odd sentence to say but still very true.
After you got fired that day, you immediately vented your feelings out by writing them all down. This is what you went to college for after all, you were a major literature and writing. And writing always made you feel better.
After a couple hours later and a lot of typing, you got an email. You saved your document and leaned back to stretch. As you went to open the email, you recognized the address as Mr. Hamilton’s.
I know this may seem unprofessional but with the current circumstances of your job I do believe this is appropriate and necessary. I am truly sorry about what happened in the office and Miss Maria Reynolds told me the reasons why Laf and Jefferson had let you go, which is quite preposterous.
You raised your eyebrows. You didn’t know Mr. Hamilton and Maria were close.
I am very good friends with Lafayette and it seems very unlike him to fire someone without any good reason. And although Jefferson and I do not get along, even he isn’t that big of an asshole to do something like this, excuse my language.
You giggled at this.
The reason why I emailed you was because you are truly an amazing person, not just as a secretary, and I am checking to see if you are alright. I enjoyed the talks we had in my office and I will deeply miss them. I hope to receive a reply soon!
You smiled sadly as this. Sometimes you would get in trouble because you and Mr. Hamilton would stay in his office and just talk about the most random things. Although most of the time, it was just one of you ranting about something to the other, but you are still going to miss that and him.
You were about to simply type back a “Thank you, I am fine” but instead you opened up your document you were working on and copied and pasted it to send it to him. You added a little note at the bottom thanking him for his concern and saying that you also will miss him.
With that you shut your laptop, the events of the day finally catching up to you leaving you drained of energy. You looked at the clock to see it read 12:48 AM and you laughed.
Only Mr. Hamilton would send an email at this hour, you thought sleepily as you yawned.
With that you dragged yourself to bed and fell into a dreamless sleep.
You didn’t know that sending Mr. Hamilton (you now call him Alex) your paper about how you felt about That Day would change your life. After reading it, Alex sent it to his sister-in-law who was the CEO at a big newspaper company. She absolutely loved and asked you to become a writer at her company.
Seven months later you climbed to the top and became a head writer in The Schuyler Times. You couldn’t be more proud of yourself and you wouldn’t trade your job for the world.
You became very good friends with Angelica Schuyler, the woman who hired you, and you became a well known writer across the east coast.
You never missed your old job, but you would miss a couple of the friends you made while working their. Every once in a while you would meet up with Maria and Alex to see how they were doing, but they were the only ones you kept in touch from your old work.
One day, you were writing an article about a local robbery that happened last night when you got a text from Alex.
mr. nonstop: (2:03 PM)
omg u would not believe what i found out
mr. nonstop: (2:03 PM)
(Y/N) answer it’s so important there’s so much drama
mr. nonstop: (2:03 PM)
it’s such juicy gossip
mr. nonstop: (2:03 PM)
PLS answer i must tell you
you: (2:04 PM)
what alex im working i get off at 3
mr. nonstop: (2:04 PM)
OH PERFECT can you meet me at the coffee shop by my building at 330? i believe this will be better if i told you in person :D
Your eyebrows raised at this. It didn’t sound bad, but you knew it had something to do with you, and you can’t resist talking about drama. You texted back “sure” and went back to work.
Time flew by and you hauled a cab to meet Alex at the normal coffee shop you both went to talk shit about people.
You checked your watch and saw it was 5 til 3:30, but you already spotted Alex gulping down his coffee at your normal table while shaking his leg vigorously as his eyes roamed around the café.
The gossip must be very good today, you thought.
His eyes widened when he saw you and grinned mischievously as he waved you over.
“Ok, here’s your frappuccino!” He handed you your drink as you sat down. “Now let’s get to the good stuff.”
You took a sip of your drink and waited for him to start.
“So obviously a couple months ago you got ‘let go’,” He said as he put sarcastic quotations around “let go”.
You rolled your eyes and nodded.
“So since you got fired, Lafayette and Jefferson needed a new secretary, right?” He said with a smirk.
You put down your drink at this, you totally didn’t think about how your old bosses would need a new vict-assistant to hire.
“They hired this one guy but fired him the next week, then they hired this girl who was there for a month then quit, after they they hired a girl who they, no joke, fired the next day,” Alex went on.
Your eyes widened as Alex kept talking about how many secretaries Mr. Lafayette and Mr. Jefferson have gone through.
“…So in total for the past seven months they have gone through twelve secretaries, (Y/N). Twelve!” Alex laughed as he slammed his coffee down. “I feel so bad for the one working right now, I swear they cry whenever Laf barely talks to them sternly.”
You chuckled with Alex but you still couldn’t believe it.
Twelve assistants? Nobody is that picky about assistants.
“But that’s not the juicy part!” Alex suddenly stopped laughing.
“It’s not? Because that sounds pret-ty good to me.” You said as you stirred your whipped cream with your straw.
Alex scooted closer to you, “I found the real reason why you got fired.”
You snapped your eyes up to his, “The what?”
Alex chuckled sinisterly and leaned back against his chair, “They didn’t fire you because you were distracted,”
He leaned closer and whispered into your ear, “They fired you because you were distracting.”
You moved your head away from his and looked at him to see if he was really saying what he you think he was saying.
Alex nodded his head and took a sip of coffee, “Oh yes, (Y/N), they were distracted by you.”
You jaw dropped as he confirmed what you thought he was saying.
“There’s no way!” You gasped. “Who told you this?”
Alex then told you how he eavesdropped-
“Overheard!” Alex would object.
How he eavesdropped on a conversation between Jefferson and Lafayette.
“Apparently they couldn’t handle wanting to jump your bones every time they called you into their office, so they had to fire you. Lafayette kept saying you were ”*une belle fleur” and Jefferson said you were “a sight for sore eyes.”
You laughed hard as he did (very bad) impressions of the two of them and he started cackling with you. Afterwards, you wiped the tears from your eyes, but then you remembered what Alex said.
“So, is that all you came to tell me?” You asked Alex.
He shook his head, “I think you should stop by the office and say hi to a couple friends. I’m sure a couple people missed you, some more than others.” He winked and with that he was off, waving goodbye and yelling he hopes to see you soon. That night he texted you to come “stop by” the office next Tuesday.
You left him on read.
The next week came soon enough and you texted Angelica that you’re taking the day off.
you: (7:17 AM)
hey angie im not gonna be at work today i have some…stuff to take care of
angie: (7: 21 AM)
make sure you make them regret firing you ;)
You froze and re-read the text again.
Of course Alex would tell her, you thought. He can’t keep his big mouth shut.
You dressed nice today, not because you wanted to impress people. Oh no, you’re a well-known writer! You can dress whenever you want because you can!
You were walking into your former building when you heard someone behind you call your name.
“Hey (Y/N), dressed to impress a certain pair a people, huh?” Alex asked teasingly as he fell into step with you.
You blushed and grumbled, “Shut it, Hamilton. I can dress nice if I want to dress nice.”
Alex held his hands up in defense and went to press the both button 10 and 11 of the elevators.
Nice to see they’re still working, you thought sarcastically.
As the elevator neared the 11th floor, you quickly became nervous. You started fidgeting with your hands and straightening your shirt more times than you could count.
You felt Alex put a hand on your shoulder, “Hey, you don’t have to do this you don’t want to. I’m sorry if you felt pressured to do this.”
You shook your head a took a deep breath, “No it’s fine, Alex. I think it’s best if I do this. Plus, I really wanna see that new secretary they have.”
Both of you laughed and the elevator dinged that you finally arrived at the Alex’s floor.
Alex walked out while you held the door to keep it from closing. You looked around to see that nothing had changed which made you smile.
You looked at Alex, “Is Jefferson or Lafayette in today?”
“That’s why I wanted you to come in specifically today,” He smiled. “Both of them are here.”
Your eyes widened while Alex smirked.
He’s really enjoying this, isn’t he?
“Alright I’ve gotta go, (Y/N). I have a meeting with Washington.” He said with a wave.
You waved goodbye to Alex and told him you would meet up with him soon.
It only took a few seconds to get to the next floor. The elevator dinged again and you took a deep breath and stepped out. You walked around, trying to find someone you recognized when you saw Maria.
Her head snapped up from the paperwork she was working up and a bright grin appeared on her face.
You both met each other halfway with a big hug.
“Oh my gosh, (Y/N)! Look at you dressed all fancy and competing in the big leagues!” She said as she stepped back from you hug. “God I missed you!”
You both caught up with each other and she led you around the room until you reached your old cubicle. You saw a woman typing frantically on the computer while talking on the phone to someone and being surrounded by enormous piles of paper. You grimaced as you were reminded of your days being stuck in the same position as her.
“Yeah that’s their new secretary,” Maria whispered into your ear. “Have you heard she’s their-”
“Twelfth one? Yeah I’ve heard.” You interrupted.
You both walked away and passed by both Mr. Jefferson’s and Mr. Lafayette’s office and saw both were empty. Maria noticed your confused expression and quickly explained they were having a meeting with Washington downstairs. The same meeting Alex is in. The same floor Alex is on.
“Y'know Maria? I’m gonna go say hi to Al- Mr. Hamilton and I’ll be on my way. It was so nice seeing you again.” You smiled as you gave her another hug.
You decided to take the stairs down to see Alex since he was only a floor away. On your way down the stairs you texted him asking if he was done with the meeting since you didn’t want to wait for him.
you: (9:01 AM)
are u done with ur meeting?
mr. nonstop: (9:01 AM)
yeah just finished! im in my office come stop by
mr. nonstop: (9:02 AM)
u might hear me talking to people in my office but just come on in it’s fine ;)
You didn’t know why he added the winky face, but you shrugged it off. As you neared his office, you couldn’t help but feel something was off, but you kept moving forward. You opened the door to see Alex and Jefferson yelling at each other while Lafayette tried to calm them down. Alex was the only one to notice you walk in as the other two men’s back were facing the door.
“(Y/N)!” Alex exclaimed as he jumped from behind his desk to give you a hug. “I didn’t know you were stopping by today! What a nice surprise!”
As he hugged you he whispered to play along and you huffed and rolled your eyes.
You pulled out of the hug, “Hey Alex! I was just passing by and I couldn’t miss a chance to see you.”
Alex gave you a wink to signal that you’re doing great.
“Oh Lafayette! Jefferson!” He turned to the two men who were gaping at the two of you. “You remember (Y/N), right?”
Your two former bosses gulped and nodded, still unable to form any words.
“How have you guys been?” You asked sweetly with a big smile.
The two just stared until Jefferson nudged Lafayette.
“U-um…we’ve been f-fine, (Y/N). How about you? Do you have a new job?”
You were about to answer when Alex beat you to it.
“Well actually they work for my sister-in-law! They are one of the head writers at The Schuyler Times and one of the biggest names on the east coast!” He said proudly.
Both men looked even more shocked than before.
“W-wow (Y/N), that’s great!” Jefferson finally spoke.
You smiled, “Well I better be on my way! I’m a very busy person and I just wanted to stop by and say hi to Alex!”
Alex went up and hugged you again, but this time he kissed your cheek.
“Make sure to text me when you get home!” He said as you walked out.
You nodded and walked out of his office, finally relaxing your shoulders. You were about to get in the elevator when a pair of hands grabbed you and shoved you into an empty room. You squealed and saw that Mr. Jefferson had been the one to grab you.
“How long have you and Hamilton been dating?” Jefferson asked you.
Your eyes widened at his bluntness. You peeked over his shoulder and saw Mr. Lafayette staring at you with crossed arms.
“I-well we aren’t…uh…dating.” You stammered.
Mr. Jefferson took a step back from you.
“Then what was with all the hugging?” He asked.
“And him kissing your cheek and to text him when you got home?” You heard Mr. Lafayette spit out as he walked over to the both of you.
You blushed, “I have no idea,” You started backing into a corner. “Alex and I are friends, but he usually is never affectionate like that…”
Mr. Jefferson put his hands on either side of your head against the wall, trapping you.
“Oh so you call him Alex now?” He growled his name.
You furrowed your eyebrows and look straight into his eyes, “Whoever I’m friends with and I date is none of your concern! Of either one of your concerns!” You yell as you look over to Mr. Lafayette and push Mr. Jefferson away. “From what I remember you were the ones that fired me! So I shouldn’t even have to be speaking with the two of you!”
You started walking towards the door but you felt a gentle hand grabs yours.
“Oui, we’re sorry (Y/N). We just…” You heard Lafayette say.
You turned around and motioned for him to continued.
He looked over at Mr. Jefferson for some kind of reassurance and looked back at you, “We let you go because we…like you too much, ma chérie.”
You gasped. You know that Alex told you the same thing, but actually hearing it from them makes it completely different.
“We couldn’t take the way how flawless you looked everyday. With your gorgeous eyes and hair. We couldn’t take how intelligent you are and-”
Lafayette was interrupted when you gasped again, but this time it was because you felt Mr. Jefferson wrap his arms from behind you.
“We couldn’t take the way your hips would move when you walk or how your eyes sparkled. We especially couldn’t take it whenever the word ‘Sir’ came out of your pretty little mouth.”
You whimpered at this, you didn’t know how much more you could take.
“Ma chérie,” Lafayette asked. “Would you be willing for us to make it up to you? You can come over to our house tonight and have dinner.”
“W-well uh Mr. Lafa-” You started to stammer.
“Mon amour, just call me Laf.”
You blushed at the new nickname. You were used to “ma chérie”, but this was new.
You felt Mr. Jefferson kiss down your neck, “And you can call me Thomas, darling.”
You shuddered at his administrations and nodded.
“How ‘bout this, darling? You doll yourself up and come over to our place around 8. Then we can treat you to dinner,” Mr. Je-Thomas said. “And then at the end of the night we can make everything up to you.” He whispered.
This time you shuddered and whimpered, already ready for what may come.
Laf pulled you out of Thomas’s grasp to pull you into his.
“Here’s our address, ma chréie,” Laf gave you both his and Thomas’s number along with the address. “We’ll be waiting, mon amour.”
The three of you then walked out of the room, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible. But Alex caught your eye when the elevator doors were closing and winked at you.
This was quite a turn of events for you.
When you got home, it took a while for you to comprehend that you’re going on a date. With two men. Who were your former bosses.
When 5 o'clock rolled around, you changed into your favorite “night out” outfit, which made you look sexy but still very classy.
You had to control your breathing as your GPS told you that you were nearing their house.
It’s ok (Y/N), you told yourself. You look hot and you’ll do fine. They’ve seen you at your worst, you’ll be fine.
As you pulled up to park, your mouth dropped. Their house was huge!
It’s not even a house! More like a mansion! You said to yourself.
You shakily made your way up the stair and rung the doorbell. You nervously fiddled with your outfit until the door opened and your jaw dropped.
You know how usually when you see men in suits it usually makes them hotter? It wasn’t true for you since you see men in suits all the time. But behind the door you saw Thomas and Laf in completely normal and comfortable clothing which somehow made then ten times hotter.
“(Y/N)! You look amazing as always, darling.” Thomas said as he and Lafayette led you in.
You looked around at the grand room and couldn’t help but gawk at it. You were stopped when you smelt something amazing coming from what you assumed to be the kitchen!
“I made pasta for us, ma chérie.” Lafayette told you. “It’s simple but I think you will like it.”
You grinned and nodded at him, unable to contain your excitement for the night.
After dinner all three of you decided to watch a movie. The three of you might have had a bit too much wine since you all ended up cuddling on the couch. You were enjoying the movie until you felt a hand wrap around your thigh. You looked and saw that Thomas was watching the movie as if he had done nothing different, so you shrugged and focused your attention back on the screen. A couple minutes later, however, another hand wrapped your other thigh.
You blushed and knew this was no mistake, but you weren’t going to say no to them. This is was you signed up for.
During the movie, both hands started creeping up your thighs until they reached just under your core.
You were already very needy from before, but this was driving you insane. You needed one of them to do something.
“Ma chérie, shall we continue this in the bedroom.” Laf whispered in your ear.
request : anonymous: an “i’m a makeup artist and you’re an actor and i’ve seen my fair share of nervous actors but your leg has been bouncing up and down for the past twenty minutes and you keep saying that you can’t do this over and over and i’m about to slam my face onto a desk” AU
summary : ur a makeup artist and lin is a nervous smol
warnings : cussing,, slight smut
a/n : thank u all for the request i need this !!
you almost squealed when you saw your list. you would be doing lin manuels makeup. this was. wow. you were just another extra, obivulsy, but that didnt mean you couldn’t have interest. and lin manuel miranda was more then just an interest, if you get my drift. you decided to put effort into your clothes for once, pairing a nice pastel purple skirt and an alien crop top. although it didnt really matter, since you were going to be wearing an apron over it anyways.
“ok babe listen up” your best friend said, holding your shoulders, “no screaming, no flailing, no asking for an autograph on any obscure body parts, no fainting, no picture taking without his consent, and most importantly, no flirting” she demanded.
“just a little flirting”
“no.” you huffed. she was being unfair. but in all honesty she was probably right. you brushed down your hair, as you waited with the rest of the crew for the cast to come.
lin was nervous. visibly nervous. his knee kept bobbing up and down and up and down and his hands kept drumming into the wooden makeup table. you knew he was nervous, everyone was before a public performance, but damn was he on edge. his face red, his lip bitten raw.
“stage fright?” you chuckled at the irony. he looked up suddenly.
“huh-what? oh, no, uh definitely not i can’t have stage fright I’m an actor just-”
“oh hush. everyone has stage fright. i get stage fright seeing my name on the credit screen of a movie. its not stage fright, its, as i like to call it, pre-stage fright. you’re so nervous but once you get up there- believe me, you’ll do amazing. now stop biting your lips, its one of your best attributes.” you laughed. lin blushed at your words, then regained his usual composure.
“so you’ve been staring at my lips then, huh?” he smirked.
“don’t try to flirt with me when nearly three seconds ago your were about to go into cardiac arrest” you noted, pulling out the straightener to do lin’s hair.
“thats very unnaccurate. i was just…” he searched for the words.
“nervous?” you supplied. he nodded.
“yes. nervous. whats your name anyways? you never did introduce yourself.”
“oh! I’m sorry, I’m y/n. i guess i was kinda nervous meeting the writer of some of my favorite musicals ever.”
“you listen to hamilton?” lin asked, cocking an eyebrow.
“more than id like to willingly admit.”
“im honored that someone so beautiful listens to my creations.”
“stop flirting with a girl who’ll never have a chance with you and maybe you’ll meet someone who does.” you tell him. “word of advice” you add. he laughed.
“who said you don’t have a chance with me?” and with that you two were silent. lin’s nervousness attacked him again. your conversation had managed to keep it at bay.
“hey man, calm down for a second. you’re gonna do great. even if you fuck up somehow, i know my boy jimmy, hell make it work. don’t worry about it ok? just breathe” you put your hands on his shoulders and look into his eyes.
“ok ok ok.” was all he could muster in response. he was staring at your eyes. you were breathtaking. how did he get the most beautiful person to help him through this? he took a deep breath and smiled.
“no problem. now go out there and break a thousand legs” you laughed.
“You have said that,” says Laurent, “four times within the hour.”
“And yet it never stops being true.”
“I know. You wish we could be married in the Akielon style, and be done.”
“We will be married in the Akielon style.”
“A blow to the head and throwing me over your shoulder?”
A hush with the tension of teetering glass falls over the guards and servants in the room. Laurent throws a thin-lipped smile at his betrothed, and feels his skin dance with the knowing heat in the look that Damen throws back at him.
“Oh, it’s different for kings,” Damen says. “We don’t dirty our hands; we get someone else to knock our spouse unconscious. I’ve had ten separate people volunteer for the job.”
Laurent’s face breaks before he can stop it. He’s not entirely on guard, here, surrounded by the activity of two kingdoms and two traditions and one immense, ponderous, all-important ceremony. Someone is trying to fit Damen for some garment or other, and Laurent doesn’t think Damen has noticed yet. His dark eyes are still delighting in Laurent’s laughter.
They will be married in the Akielon style. They will be married in the Veretian style. No head injuries will be involved, but if Laurent has to endure a formal dance that ends with their hands being joined and covered with olive leaves, Damen can put his mind to learning a few lines of recitation.
“Barbarian,” Laurent says lightly.
Damen says, in Akielon, “I wish we could be married today. I am tired of waking up in a world where you aren’t mine. All of this is just…words.”
Laurent’s breath catches. The furtive, curious quiet of the room doubles in intensity.
“Ten minutes,” Laurent says. It’s a dismissal.
When the room has emptied but for the two of them, Laurent goes to the table and flicks through the pages of the Veretian ceremony–along with the added sections for royalty, and a whole new section, the ink barely dry, creatively drawing on a legend of harmony born out of war, to allow for the fact that the King’s intended will not be expected to bring forth heirs in the usual way. He finds what he’s looking for, the call and response, and hands the page to Damen.
“Start at the top,” Laurent says.
Damen raises his eyebrows and reads, “Who walks this path and leaves their shoes behind?”
Laurent says, “I come to you in trust, with the skin of my feet unprotected.”
“Who poured this cup to over-full and spilled water on the floor?”
“I come to you in plenty, and pledge you all that I have.”
“Who stands alone in such a room of souls?”
“I come to you in pride, and give only myself away.”
“Who ground the salt that now sits on your tongue?”
Laurent almost misses the cue. He is remembering one of the few weddings he saw as a child: bare toes beneath the sweep of the bride’s dress, the hem of it wet from stepping willingly across the puddle of water. The groom’s mouth, smiling, open for the white salt.
He says quickly, “I come to you in sorrow, heavy with all the tears yet to come.”
“Who bares their hands of gold and silver, and shows only skin?”
“I come to you in joy, light with my choice.”
“Who.” Damen swallows. “Who holds their heart so still beneath the knife?”
“I come to you in love, with my life’s blood for the taking.”
Damen opens his mouth, looks at the paper, and then lets his hand fall to his side. Awe rims his eyes like bruising fatigue. In the steady light of his expression, Laurent feels unbreakable.
guys all im saying is to not go around looking for fights, because it will only result in you and the other person upsetting each other until you both get too fed up with the situation and leave. thats all.