[cy-nica-l]

And Chaos Ensues, a LoveFilm AU

(read here) | rated: m | side pairings: NaMon, OffGun

Summary: Mishaps follow ever-cautious Love Pattranite after making-out with a bassist from a band whilst drunk; said bassist Film Rachanun, ever-adventurous, isn’t complaining at all, though.

Tags: romance, fluff, chemist!Love, bassist!Film, college setting, nerd x rockstar, lgbtq+, girls’ love, boys’ love

[cy-nica-l]

people lovers as types of rain:

torrential downpours: the one that's everywhere and all at once. gives the kind of love that consumes you. steady and holds nothing back. even in fights, most especially in fights. but still can soothe you with their presence, calms you even. when they're near, you go blind to everything but them, you end up washed and soaking and wondering, always wondering. when they're gone, you sometimes wish for them.

drizzles: soft hearts and softer smiles. with their presence comes laughter and moments you want to remember forever. you don't need to shield yourself from them. they don't feel like another person. and sometimes, they don't feel like anyone at all. but they won't ever hurt you so sometimes, you end up hurting them. too quiet, too good to be true that you start doubting yourself as to which part was real? was any of it?

summer rains: you didn't know you've been waiting until they came and they're all you can think about. still a trace of warmth in their cool exterior and will never keep you hanging. everything was vivid with them. and you savor everything when they're here but you've also accepted it wouldn't last long. you were bound to hold the umbrella up when it gets too humid with them. you will feel like you were a little bit suffocated.

thunderstorms: are hard to fall in love with and if possible, should be avoided. easier said than done, of course. the warning signs are everywhere but somehow, you keep refusing to see them. after the flash and the clap, you'll find yourself standing in the middle, drenched and falling faster than the rain you're standing under. a whirlwind of emotions; mesmerizing and chaotic; you keep remembering everything.

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I keep meeting you in alternate realities, in timespaces of sudden mind wandering, in distorted neon dreams and most times they’re on near-ending house parties: lone soul finding lost soul on isolated back porch swings and there is something comforting about the way a loud night quiets down slowly, the tune from someone’s guitar becomes magic and the lights become fireflies and you and I sat there between the normal-ness and vast loveliness of endings. I finally ask you the question hanging on my lips: are you okay? But this time you tell me the truth. The dawn comes, discarded red cups unfinished beside us. The dawn comes and magic fades to crickets. The dawn comes and we wait for it. The dawn comes and it’s there and still, we’re here.

[cy-nica-l]

April, 2020. Three years later.

find me again in alternate realities, in timespaces of sudden mind wandering; find me again in distorted neon dreams and on near-ending house parties: lone soul and lost soul on isolated back porch swings; find me when this too loud night quiets down slowly, when music becomes magic and lights become fireflies. let's sit again right there between the normalness and vast loveliness of endings. and when i ask: are you okay? you don't have to tell me the truth. i already know. find me again and stay with me when the dawn comes, when the magic fades to crickets and the fireflies sleep in time for the sun to rise. we don't have to be anything this time. find me again and stay.