In which Harry’s no good with his words but he sure is good with his mouth.
some harry face sitting action maybe?
Author’s note: This is a continuation of “Mess o’ Mine.” I would suggest reading that first, if you haven’t already. I thought this was gonna be the end but then I fucked up so… there’s also a part 3. Hope you enjoy! I did!
You’ve been running through the events that have occurred, confused at the escalation and the outcome. No issues have been resolved, and there wasn’t really a conversation or discussion. You don’t know any more than you did when you heard Harry singing your poems. Has he used your writing in more songs on his album? Has he read your whole journal? God, you hope not. One poem is bad enough.
Harry hasn’t been around, hasn’t tried calling for the two weeks since he showed up on your doorstep. You’ve flipped the channel whenever he shows up on your television and scrolled at record speed when he’s popped up on your social media feeds. Maybe you should feel relieved and cleansed of his toxicity, but you don’t. Instead, you feel a little broken, like your stomach is splintering into pieces, and your mind still feels split open. Not only that, but you can smell him, feel the weight of him on top of you, taste the foreign flavor of his mouth. This isn’t what you need.
A whole other wave of confusion has rolled over you in terms of your relationship with Harry, if there still is one. The two of you have crossed a line without any prior thought or contemplation. Years upon years of friendship have been threatened, and you’re not even sure how it happened. Why did he kiss you? How did the two of you end up in bed, naked between the sheets? If you were confused about it before, trying to figure things out has only worsened your introspection.
Technically, I shouldn’t be counting semesters and weeks anymore, since my last exam of the year/degree was on Tuesday. Ever since Wednesday, my life has been filled with paperwork for next year and my ‘home’, job hunting, cleaning, tidying etc… I also managed to finish two novels (The Upside of Unrequited, and Last night I sang to the monster) and two TV shows (Dear White People, and Sense8) in the past ten days, but that’s not being really productive, is it? My plan for this afternoon is: organising my notes (because revisions time put a mess in my stuff) and packing my bag for a weekend at my best friend’s, in the city where she studies, with other friends! EDIT: Lovely desktop by @emmastudies (that I also use in black on my phone)
“We’re closed!” You called, not bothering to turn at the sound of the bell above the door chiming.
“Even for your favorite customer?” You instantly recognized the voice and spun to greet him with a smile.
“Customer usually implies you pay. You show up unannounced and charm your way into a box of free pastries.” You teased your old friend, who in turn leaned against the counter and shrugged casually.
“I distinctly remember striking up a deal. Free food for free tickets.” Oak grinned when you squealed in excitement.
“You got it?”
“I got it! Orchestra, right in the middle so you have an unobstructed view of my beautiful face.” He struck a few poses as you snatched the ticket from his hand, confirming its existence.
“I owe you five million free pastries! You have to bring some in for the crew, as a thank you.” You immediately got to work, stuffing as many baked goods as you could into various pink boxes from behind the counter.
“Don’t you have actual paying customers to feed?” Oak’s voice rang out. You popped up from behind the glass display case with four boxes stuffed to the brink.
“Screw them!” You insisted, pushing the boxes into his empty hands. “Thank you, I promise not to embarrass myself in front of them!”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep!” He called to you as you pushed him out the door, knowing he was on the brink of running late for the first show of the day. “See you tonight!” You stood at the glass door, watching for a moment as he struggled under the mass of boxes while crossing the busy street.
You sighed, making sure the ticket was secure in your pocket before flipping the sign at the door from ‘closed’ to ‘open’.
“Oak, let me help!” Random people called, each taking one box from him and placing it on the common table.
“What are these?” Daveed asked, raising his brow and investigating the closest box.
“My friend owns a bakery and is seeing the show tonight, she wanted to give these to you guys for luck.” That was all it took for the rampage to start. The entire cast and crew acted as vultures around the boxes, barely leaving crumbs behind.
“I call the croissant! My wife will kill me if I don’t bring one home for her!” Lin called over everyone, who parted for him to take claim over a few treats. He took note of the bakery’s name for future use before sauntering over to Oak with a skip in his step.
“So…” He started, “This friend of yours…” He wiggled his eyebrows, much to the displeasure of Oak. “They’re the friend, huh?”
“Shut up.” Oak grumbled, snatching his usual chocolate chip muffin, snapping a picture of the cast as they swarmed around the few remaining pastries, and stomped off to his dressing room.
“I cried before you even came out.” You insisted.
“Nothing sad even happens in the first few minutes!” He responded, tugging at your hand as he ushered you backstage.
“I know, but I knew what was coming.” You whispered, very aware of where you were. You dragged you across the rotating floor without stopping, weaving through the halls before stopping in what appeared to be a makeshift kitchen.
“Hello, hello!” Called the very last person Oak wanted in contact with you tonight, Lin. “The baker has arrived!”
“The genius!” You shot back, noticing Oak’s discomfort, “Oak says you’re not that smart in real life.”
“Guilty.” He shrugged, twisting his hair up into a makeshift bun, “Thanks for the goodies this morning, by the way! Oak’s been keeping you a secret for too long.” Lin elbowed him, eliciting a grunt and a whine from Oak, who had stayed awfully quiet during this interaction.
“My bakery is the best kept secret in New York.” You insisted as Oak grumbled something about seeing his dressing room before Anthony and Daveed left for the night.
“I’ll let you kids get to it.” Lin saluted, zipping his hoodie up and preparing himself for the crowd that had more than likely gathered outside the stage door. “Peace!” He threw up the peace sign, taking his leave as Oak dragged you away.
“He seemed nice.” You told him, trying to make conversation. He didn’t respond, and you wondered why Lin was such a sore subject for him.
“We’re closed!” You called, not bothering to look up from the register.
“Sorry, just here for the croissants!” Lin called, pulling his headphones down to wrap around his neck. “My wife, Vanessa, she loved the one I brought home last night. Thought I’d stop in?” He made his way to the counter, leaning against it just as Oak had the morning before.
“You guys are always welcome here, closed or not.” You got to work packaging a few croissants and a cookie. A treat for his son, you thought. “Can I ask you something?” You pushed the bag across the counter, shaking your head when he tried to pull out his wallet.
“Are you and Oak friends? He was kind of cold after we talked to you last night.”
He winced at the question.
“It’s just…I know things.”
“Things? Well, you’re a certified genius, hopefully you know something.” He let out a single loud laugh, and you prided yourself in being witty enough to elicit the sound.
“I mean, it’s not really my place to say. Oak, he’s a quiet guy. He likes to talk, though. Most of the time we talk, it’s about you.”
“Me?” You pointed to yourself, as if there was another you living somewhere that he could be referring to.
“It’s very cute, if not a little annoying. Although, now that I’ve met you and earned your trust enough to get free croissants.” He grabbed the bag off the counter, “The praise is well earned.” He took in your dumbstruck expression, “If you feel the same way about him, you should talk to him. He’s got a few things to say.” He threw up his peace sign again as he backed out the door and across the street towards the theater.
You were very grateful the doorman had recognized you on sight. With the cover story of ‘Oh, I’m bringing Oak lunch!’ and a wrapped panini in your grasp, it only took a minute for you to be let through.
You passed through pretty much unnoticed save for a few people who thanked you again for the treats from the day before. You nodded, stopping to ask where you would find Oak. They all pointed the way back towards the kitchen area you had been in before.
He sat at the table, scrolling through his phone and sipping from a water bottle, half in costume. He looked up as you entered, unsure how or why you had come.
“Hi. Lunch.” You pushed the sandwich into his hands before he could protest, “Also, do you want to go out tomorrow?”
He looked back and forth from the panini to you, wondering how the two were related.
Inside, a parade was running through your head. On the outside, you played it cool. Letting a simple smile grace your lips, you tried to casually back out with your head held high. You eventually ran into a wall, and then another person.
Finally, you took your leave, throwing up Lin’s signature peace sign as you ducked out.
The pieces began to put themselves together. The familiar box Lin carried in this morning. The peace sign. The smug grin Lin wore all morning.
“Lin-Manuel Miranda!” Oak called, pushing out of his chair as he heard a distant scream of panic.
Netflix big-beast thriller "Okja" impresses at Cannes after boos
* Screening halted due to technical glitch
* Streaming vs theatre debate dominates festival
* Star Tilda Swinton hails director’s “liberated vision” (Updates after news conference)
By Robin Pomeroy
CANNES, France, May 19 (Reuters) - A technical glitch on Friday halted the screening of Netflix’s first movie to compete at the Cannes Film Festival, but “Okja”, starring Tilda Swinton and Jake Gyllenhaal, which opened to boos, ended to hearty applause.
One of the most keenly anticipated films of the festival, because of its stellar cast and director as well as the video streaming company’s decision to give it only a limited theatrical release, opened to a packed press screening.
As the Netflix logo hit the screen, sections of the crowd booed, and the opening scene was difficult to hear due to heckling and slow handclapping - apparently due to the film being projected in the wrong aspect ratio.
The projection was stopped, the screen adjusted and the movie then restarted, with the Netflix logo again being booed, but the rest of the film watched in respectful silence.
“This incident was entirely the responsibility of the Festival’s technical service, which offers its apologies to the director, his teams, the producers and the audience at the showing,” the festival said in a statement.
Directed by Korean Bong Joon-ho, known for “Snowpiercer” and “The Host”, “Okja” is the story of a little girl’s relationship to an intelligent giant pig-like animal which has, unknown to her, been bred by a U.S. biotech company to produce cheap meat.
The animal is saved, but also used, by activists from the Animal Liberation Front (ALF).
With elements of “King Kong”, British magazine Sight and Sound said the “snazzy science fiction succeeds as both a critique of the modern meat industry and a bittersweet tale of the bond between a girl and a mighty beast”.
Gyllenhaal made light of speculation the screening glitch had been sabotage, possibly by Netflix’s opponents in the French movie industry angry at its refusal to release the film in theatres, saying: “It was the ALF I guess.”
French rules mean that movies cannot be streamed online until three years after their theatrical release, and Netflix has ruled out any such release in France - creating a controversy that has been hard to avoid at the festival.
Pedro Almodovar, the head of the jury that will award this year’s big prize, said he did not think a film not shown on the big screen should get the Palme d'Or.
Swinton, a co-producer on “Okja” who has served on the Cannes jury twice, said thousands of “the most beautiful and esoteric films” are screened at Cannes but never get seen in cinemas, and defended the U.S. company for giving the director free-rein on such a big budget film.
“Netflix have given Bong Joon-Ho the chance to make his absolutely liberated vision a reality, and for that I am so grateful.” (Editing by Andrew Heavens)
Summary: On Chuuya’s 14th birthday, he makes a wish that Dazai will keep surprising him for as long as they are partners. When Dazai leaves the Port Mafia, Chuuya believes that Dazai will never surprise him again, but for his 23rd birthday, Dazai gives him the biggest surprise of them all.
Author’s Notes: Happy birthday, Chuuya! It’s 12:06 AM on April 29th, 2017, and this fic is only the beginning of my celebrations today!! I have a wonderful day planned ahead of me where I will be cosplaying and marathoning BSD with my best friends as we celebrate not only Chuuya’s birthday but the fact that it’s officially been one year since the three of us got into BSD together.
Before we dive into this fic I’d just like to take a quick moment to say that as much as this fic is dedicated to Chuuya, it is dedicated to this entire fandom as well. My life wouldn’t be half as wonderful as it is right now if I hadn’t gotten into BSD. I wouldn’t have so much confidence in my writing, I wouldn’t have met Keelin and Ami and Peyton and Livvi and Lenin or any of the other amazing people that I only started talking to after joining this fandom, I honestly would be a lot worse off and I’m so glad that my Dazai made me watch the anime with her and that I decided to stick with it and all. I really love all of you guys so much, thank you for loving me and supporting me the way that you do.
This fic is based off of an ask that an anon sent me on tumblr about the ways that Dazai surprises Chuuya on his birthday throughout the years. I really hope you guys enjoy this fic. Happy birthday, Chuuya! And here’s to a year in this incredible fandom!!
Summary: Lin and the reader are internet friends, and Lin informs the reader that he’s visiting Brisbane. The reader plans a ‘best of’ tour for him.
Warnings: Language, australian slang, slow burn
A/N: Day 4 of the @hamwriters write-a-thon. These imagines just keep getting longer, but hey, I don’t mind.
I sighed, walking in to my place with an invisible weight on my shoulders. I checked the clock on my wall and saw that it was 9:30. I groaned at the fact that today was another case of late night, early morning classes the next day. I opened my laptop and scrolled through Tumblr, laughing at some of the posts that popped up on my dash. I suddenly heard my phone buzz and I picked it up, wincing slightly at the light. I noticed that it was from Lin and I felt myself perk up a little.
Linny: Hey Y/N! I know it’s probably late at night for you, but I thought I’d send you a text to let you know that you’ve got someone in your corner all the way across the sea. Keep fighting cariña. You can do it.
I read the text and felt my cheeks heat up at his pet name. I read it over once more and decided to pull up Skype on my laptop. I clicked on his contact and called him, hoping that he picked up. His face suddenly appeared on my laptop and I shot him a tired smile. “Buenos días Linny.” I said and Lin smiled brightly. “You should speak Spanish more often. It sounds good when you speak it.” Lin said and I felt my cheeks flush pink. “That’s not why I called you Miranda.” I said and Lin chuckled, yawning slightly. “Bad day?” He said and I nodded. “Like you wouldn’t believe. It’s 9:30 pm and I only just got home.” I said and Lin’s jaw dropped. “Seriously?” He said and I nodded. “Uni was hella stressful. Because it’s June it’s getting cold and midterm exams are coming up and I’m drowning in work. Not to mention my asshole boss and insensitive coworkers.” I ranted, running a hand through my hair as I spoke. Lin set his phone down against something so his full body was in shot, and I chuckled at his choice of pyjamas. “Well, I have exciting news for you mi reina.” Lin said and I froze momentarily. He called me his queen. “And what would that be Lin-Manuel?” I said and Lin shook his head slightly. “You know only my dad calls me that.” He said and I nodded, leaning back in my chair. “I know. Anyway, what’s your news?” I said and Lin’s face brightened, his smile widening greatly. “I’m coming to Brisbane!” Lin cheered and I felt my jaw drop so low it almost hit the floor. “Oh my god. Seriously?” I shouted and Lin nodded, his smile bright. “My flight leaves Friday morning, so I’ll get in Saturday morning!” Lin said and I laughed, shocked and in disbelief. “You’re coming here. To Brisbane. On Saturday.” I said, trying to process what I was hearing. “Yep. Technically I leave on Friday, but yes. I’m coming to Brisbane Y/N.” Lin said and I smiled widely. “I wanna hug you but I can’t.” I said and Lin laughed, nodding slightly. “Same here. I can, however, hug you on Saturday.” Lin said and I nodded vigorously. “I can’t wait.” I said and Lin’s cheeks went a dusty pink. “I wish we could talk a little longer, but you look incredibly tired and I have to get to work soon. I’ll see you on Saturday!” Lin said and I waved at the camera. “See you on Saturday. Adíos Lin.” I said and Lin smiled. “Adíos Y/N.” Lin said, waving slightly at the camera. I waved back, and pressed the end call button. I sunk down in my stool, praying for Saturday to come fast.
I woke up bright and early Saturday morning, at 6:30 to be precise. I got out of bed and pulled on a decent outfit and ate faster than normal, and began the drive to Brisbane International Airport. I made it to the arrivals section in record time and glanced at my sign once more. It read ‘Linny Boy!’ and I chuckled, hoping he liked it. I checked the time and saw that it was 7:30, and Lin’s flight landed in ten minutes. I spent about twenty minutes patiently waiting, tapping my foot on the clean airport floor. I suddenly heard the intercom call out something about a flight from Los Angeles landing and I perked up. I saw people make their way out to the arrival area and I held up my sign proudly, gaining some strange looks from other people. I saw a familiar mop of unruly black hair and I gasped, realising that it was Lin. “Lin!” I shouted, hoping he could hear me over the crowds of people. Lin looked around and made eye contact with me, his eyes wide and his smile bright. He jogged over a little and I smiled, placing my sign in my bag. “Y/N!” Lin called just as eagerly, and almost tackled me in a hug. I wrapped my arms around him and held him tightly, overjoyed at having him here in the flesh. “Oh my god it’s you. You’re actually here.” I said and Lin chuckled, taking in a deep breath. “I’m here. Now, let’s go. I’ve had enough of airports.” Lin said and I laughed, reluctantly letting go of him. “You got your bags mate?” I said and Lin laughed a little. “You sound so Australian when you say mate.” Lin said and I groaned, my cheeks going a little pink. “Shut up and take your bags.” I said and Lin smiled and grabbed the two suitcases that lay near his feet. “Come on. My car’s not that far away.” I said and Lin nodded, wheeling his bags behind me as he walked. “Gosh, it’s so pretty here.” Lin said and I half-smiled, looking out at Brisbane city. “It’s not that great.” I said and Lin scoffed, mock hitting my shoulder. “It’s beautiful, so be quiet.” Lin said and I nodded, glancing over at him. He looked very good in person. “So, what’re the plans for today?” Lin said and I smiled, unlocking my car. “Well, I’m gonna take you back to my place and you can set up your room and dump your stuff. Then we’re gonna head down to Southbank for lunch and maybe a swim. Then I know this great Chinese place in the Valley that we can go for dinner.” I said and Lin looked at me with an amused smile. “The Valley? Do you just have this giant valley with restaurants along the side? God you Australians are weird.” Lin said and I groaned, shoving him as he entered the car. “Shut up. It’s this placed called Fortitude Valley. Australians are super lazy, so we shorten everything. It’s pretty schmick, but that’s where Chinatown is, and therefore, my favourite Chinese restaurant.” I said and Lin chuckled once more. “Schmick? Do you speak another language down here?” Lin said and I rolled my eyes, starting the car. “You haven’t heard the half of it Linny boy.” I said and Lin laughed, shaking his head slightly. “So, where’s your apartment?” Lin asked and I shot him a sly smile. “It’s near St Lucia. I go to uni at UQ, so I’ve gotta be close to school. Thank god for student accomodation.” I said and Lin laughed, nodding his head. “Amen to that.” He said and I smiled, turning on the radio. I decided to listen to whatever CD was in there, and I blushed as the opening notes to In The Heights filled the car. Lin looked at me with disbelief and surprise, before his smile turned into a smirk. “You’ve got my CD in your car.” Lin said and I nodded, desperately trying to hide my blush. “It’s cute.” Lin said and my eyes widened. We began singing along as Lin’s voice played over the speakers, and the drive to my flat seemed to pass by in the blink of an eye. “You know, you’d make a very good Vanessa.” Lin said as we got out of the car. I rolled my eyes to try and cover up the fact that I was freaking out internally. “My voice isn’t that great.” I said and Lin frowned, shaking his head. “I beg to differ. I just heard you singing It Won’t Be Long Now and lemme just say, you could give Karen a run for her money.” Lin said and I blushed slightly, shaking my head. “You’re too kind sir.” I said and Lin chuckled taking his bag out of the boot. We chatted between ourselves as we approached my flat. “Here we are. Casa del Y/L/N.” I said and Lin smiled, looking around my place. “For student accomodation, this is really nice. My room in college was horrendous. Not to mention my dorm mate sucked.” Lin said and I laughed as he set his bags down on the couch. “So, how far away is this mysterious Southbank you speak of?” Lin said, sitting on my couch as if he were at home. “It’s about 5 to 10 minutes down the road. Did you pack your togs?” I said and Lin stared at me with blank eyes. “My what?” Lin asked and I laughed, realising he had no clue what I meant. “Your togs. Swimmers. Swimsuit. Bathers. Whatever the hell you yanks call them.” I said and Lin’s eyes widened in realisation. “Oh. I swear you speak another language down here, my god.” He said and I chuckled, nodding my head. “Yep. Now I suggest chucking your swimmers in my bag so that that way you can just change when we get there.” I said and Lin nodded, opening one of his suitcases and rifling through it. He pulled out a pair of black swim shorts and I caught them as he suddenly threw them at me. “Oh, and get your thongs out as well. You’ll need them if we go to the beach.” I said and Lin looked at me with horror written all over his face. I froze and then burst out into peals of laughter, seriously contemplating taking a photo of his face. “Oh my god. Flip flops. I forgot you Americans think thongs are underwear.” I said and Lin’s face slowly went red as he pulled out a pair of blue thongs. He threw them at me and I had to duck to avoid getting hit with one. “You Australians are so weird, dear lord.” Lin said and I nodded, picking up my already packed swimming bag. “Don’t be such a sour puss Miranda. Let’s get going.”
“You built, a beach?” Lin called when we got out of the car. “Uh huh. We built our own beach here. It’s pretty cool.” I said and Lin turned to me, his mouth agape. “That’s more than cool. That’s, god I have no words.” Lin said and I chuckled, resting an arm on his shoulder. “I know. Now, let’s go get some lunch. What’re you in the mood for?” I said and Lin paused, a thoughtful look in his face. “Anything. I’ll let the local choose.” He said and a smile bloomed on my face. “Then it’s time to reenact a Y/L/N family tradition. Vamos Miranda.” I said, grabbing Lin’s wrist and pulling him along behind me. “This is so cool.” He muttered to himself as we approached the small array of shops opposite the cinemas. “We’re getting fish and chips. Come on.” I said and we approached the store. I ordered the food, occasionally checking back with Lin to see what he wanted. “American, huh?” The lady at the counter said and I nodded. “It’s his first time in Brisbane. I’m showing him around.” I said and she smiled, handing us our food. “You two are so cute.” She said before we left, and I blushed bright pink. I didn’t notice that Lin’s cheeks were the same colour. “This is so nice.” Lin said as we sat down on the grassy area in front of the stores. “I know. My parents and my brother and sister used to come here all the time. We’d ride here on our bikes and then get fish and chips and a Boost. Then we’d head back home. It was always so much fun.” I said and Lin smiled softly, taking a bite of his chip. He suddenly dropped it and I gave him a curious look. “It’s so hot, oh my god.” Lin said, his voice slightly muffled. I laughed and picked up a chip, biting into it. “How do you do that?” Lin asked, looking at me with wide eyes. “Years of practice, my friend. Years of practice.” I said and Lin let out a small laugh. We enjoyed the rest of our food, and occasionally had to fight off the odd ibis who wanted some chips. “That was incredible. Watching you fight off that bird was truly the highlight of our lunch.” Lin said and I rolled my eyes, lightly punching his shoulder. “Shut up Lin. Anyway, seeing as lunch is done, it’s time to hit the man-made beach.” I said and Lin smiled, getting up off the grass. I groaned slightly and Lin looked at me disapprovingly. “Come on Y/N. Don’t be lazy.” He said and I groaned more dramatically this time, rolling over onto my back. “But I’m Australian. We’re all lazy.” I said and Lin let out a loud laugh. “That is kinda true. I saw a sign for McDonalds and the sign read Maccas. Do you all call it that?” Lin said and I nodded, reaching a hand up towards him. “Can you pull me up please?” I said and Lin sighed before grabbing my hand and pulling me up. I tried to ignore the tingly feeling in my hand as he tugged me upwards, and smiled at him once I was standing up. “Thanks. Now, it’s only a short walk so let’s get going.” I said and Lin smiled, grabbing my hand. My cheeks went a light pink and I laced my fingers with his. He smiled at me and we walked towards the beach. I had to occasionally shout a few directions but we eventually made it. “This is awesome.” Lin muttered and I nodded, walking towards the bathrooms, still holding his hand. “The guys bathroom is over there. I’ll meet you back here in a couple of minutes.” I said and Lin nodded. “You know, I might actually need my togs.” Lin said and I smiled widely as I fished through my bag. “You said togs.” I said and I didn’t notice Lin nod and flush pink. “It has a nice ring to it.” He said, scratching the back of his neck. I passed him his swimmers and he took them in his hands. “I’ll meet you back here.” He said and I nodded, walking off to the bathroom. I got changed quickly, hoping that my black and blue one-piece made me look someone decent. I walked out of the change rooms and I saw Lin standing there, his board shorts on and no shirt. I nearly froze but I tried to shake myself out of the trance I ended up in. “You ready to go?” I said and Lin smiled at me, looking me up and down briefly. “Yep.” Lin said and I smiled, hoisting my bag over my shoulder. We made our way to the beach and walked down, the sand soft under our feet. I dropped my bag in the sand and looked up at Lin. “Let’s go.”
I glanced at Lin as he pulled his shirt back on, his hair still damp. “Was that fun, or was that fun?” I said and Lin nodded, a bright smile on his face. “That was incredible. Never in my life did I think I’d be swimming in a manmade beach in October.” Lin said and I laughed, drying my hair with the towel. “Well, our next stop is The Enjoy Inn. Hands down the best Chinese restaurant I’ve ever been to.” I said and Lin nodded, hopping into the drivers side of my car. “Lin. That’s not the passenger side. Get your ass out.” I said and Lin shook his head, a smile on his face as he climbed into the passenger side. “Even your cars are weird.” Lin muttered and I rolled my eyes, sticking my tongue out at him. “If you insult me and my country again I will deny you Chinese food.” I said and Lin raised his arms in mock surrender. I chuckled and started the car. The radio played In The Heights, and we rocked out as we made our way into the Valley. “Here we are. The Enjoy Inn.” I said and Lin looked incredibly happy. “This better be as good as you say it is.” He said, opening the restaurant doors. “I can assure you that it is.” I said, approaching a waiter. “Table for two please?” I said and the waiter nodded, ushering us towards a booth. “That was incredible.” Lin said and I shrugged my shoulders, taking a seat in the booth. Lin sat down opposite me and took two menus from the waiter. “Thanks.” I said and the waiter smiled before walking away. “Saturday is, surprisingly enough, their least busy day.” I said and Lin nodded, a smile on his face. “Well, you can order. You seem to know this place well.” Lin said and I rolled my eyes. “Understatement of the century. I was born and raised in Brisbane. I know this place like the back of my hand.” I said and Lin chuckled slightly, waving the waiter back. I ordered our drinks as well as our food and he smiled, walking off. “So, what’s New York like? I thought I’d ask seeing as we’ve done so much Brissy sight seeing.” I said and Lin arched his brow. “It’s slang for Brisbane.” I answered quickly and he nodded, taking my menu and putting it on top of his near the back of the table. “New York is busy. Like, you can’t get on the subway without being shoved at least once.” Lin said and I snorted, gaining quizzical looks from the other patrons. “You think that’s bad? Queensland Rail is so unreliable. The trains are never on time, and they’re always boiling in summer and freezing in winter. And when I say boiling, I mean boiling. It can get to like 40 odd degrees on those trains in summer.” I said and Lin looked at me strangely. “40 degrees isn’t boiling, what the hell.” Lin said and I sighed, putting my head in my hands. “You bloody yanks. I forgot that you use Fahrenheit. 40 degrees Celsius is like 100 degrees Fahrenheit.” I said and Lin’s jaw dropped. “Holy shit. Are you Australians all right?” Lin said and I laughed, shaking my head slightly. “Everything here wants to kill you and it’s always hot, so no. We’re not ok.” I said, laughing as I spoke. Lin’s eyes lit up and he let out a loud laugh. “That was gold oh my god.” He said, looking up as the waiter placed the food down in front of us. “Here it is. Dig in Linny boy.”
“I swear I’m going to burst. I’ve never eaten this much food ever.” Lin said and I nodded, feeling as if I were going to explode. “You were right when you said that it was the best Chinese food. Because damn.” Lin said and I let out a laugh as we pulled into my complex. “I told you Miranda. I never disappoint.” I said, a smirk on my face. A yawn slipped out of his mouth as I unlocked the door and my smirk grew. “Tired are we?” I said and Lin nodded sheepishly. “You can get changed in the bathroom. It’s just down the hall next to your room.” I said and Lin smiled, picking up his bag and trudging down to the bathroom. “Hey Y/N?” Lin called and I made noise of acknowledgement. “The bathroom’s next to your room.” Lin said and I walked over to him. “Yeah. I’ll take the couch. It’s no biggie.” I said and Lin nodded, a look of annoyance on his face. “No, I’ll sleep on the couch. It’s fine.” Lin said and I folded my arms over my chest, shaking my head. “Absolutely not. You came all this way and I’m not having you sleep on my shitty couch.” I said, trying to get my point across desperately. Lin sighed, clearly not having it. “How about we both sleep in your room?” Lin suggested and I nearly dropped my pyjamas. “I uh, my, um. Sure.” I squeaked, surprised that my voice didn’t break too much. “Great. I’ll go get changed.” Lin said cheerily, ducking off to the bathroom. Once he was gone I let out a shaky sigh, wondering what would happen. Lin emerged and I smiled halfheartedly at him. I quickly changed into my pyjamas and made my way out of the bathroom. “I’m knackered, so I’m gonna head to bed.” I said and Lin chuckled, looking at me strangely. “I could only assume that means tired.” He said and I nodded, yawning slightly as I did. “Just saying, I call dibs on the left side of the bed.” Lin said, walking into my room with a smile on his face. “All yours Miranda.” I said, pulling back the covers on the bed. “How perfect is it that you have a double bed.” Lin said and I nodded sheepishly, my cheeks pink. Lin smirked slightly at me before launching himself on my bed. “Left side, as promised.” He said and I smiled at him, my eyelids beginning to feel heavy. “Goodnight Lin. It was so nice to finally see you in person.” I said, my voice trailing slightly. I closed my eyes and slipped down into my bed. Lin laughed lightly and pressed a feathery kiss to the top of my head. “You too Y/N. You too.”
Warnings: mistreatment, cheating (the finest things in life)
”What a wicked way to treat the Girl that loves you,” - Hold Up, Beyoncé
While most people in the room spent their time laughing with joy over The Saviors’ triumph between themselves and a rivaling group (who’d somehow been causing ‘trouble’) - you sat secluded in a chair, picking at the food that was served.