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The Best Distraction (KoehlerHWU)

Written by: KoehlerHWU

Game: Hollywood U: Rising Stars

Genre: General

Ship/s: HuntxMC (implied)

Warning/s: None

Word Count: 600

The Best Distraction

Today was not going as Thomas Hunt had planned it.

MC had to work today, they were directing and filming on location today. It had taken MC months to convince the owner of the store to let them film in her store, but she finally agreed to three short days of filming. There was no time to waste, and MC needed to be there all day.

Llyria was supposed to watch Jessica today, but there was a family emergency and she couldn’t watch the infant. He wasn’t exactly thrilled with the new development, but he knew he could manage. MC had gone back to work after having Jess in record time, with encouragement from Thomas. It was her big break, and she needed to focus. Her focus didn’t, however, keep her from spend every second of her free time with Jess and Thomas.

Thomas backed into the heavy oak doors, opening them without using his hands. He carefully walked into his classroom, setting down his briefcase and baby bag on his desk. Careful not to wake the sleeping baby in his arms, he began to set up for the day’s lessons. He sat down at his desk cradling Jess against his shoulder. She was 2 months old, and Thomas was surprisingly gentle with her. Mc had never seen him so protective and loving towards anything in his life.

A few students noisily barged into the classroom, and Thomas glared at them instantly. They stopped walking in shock, seeing the tiny human in his arms. Thomas intensified his glare and the students scurried off to their seats.

The seats in the classroom filled quickly, and Thomas was relieved at that. The class was silent, with the exception of a few students chatting amongst themselves and exchanging classes between Hunt and each other.

Thomas cleared his throat and the class instantly quieted. He stood and walked to the front of his desk, baby in arms. “This is Jess. I will be watching her today since my spouse is working on their movie. Yes, she is my daughter. The person who was supposed to watch her had a family emergency. If you have an issue with her being here, you may leave now.” Not a person in the class moved an inch.

“Good. Now onto today’s lesson. The difference between camera angles and camera shots. It is important you do not confuse the two unless you want to sound like even more of an imbecile. A camera shot is the amount of space that is seen in one shot or frame. Camera shots are used to demonstrate different aspects of a film’s setting, characters and themes. As a result, camera shots are very important in shaping meaning in a film.”

Jess started to squirm in the blanket she was wrapped in. Alarms instantly sounded in Hunt’s mind, and he stopped speaking and directed all of his attention to the wriggling baby. He started to bounce Jess up and down slightly, trying to soothe her. “Camera angles are used to position the viewer so that they can understand the relationships between the characters. These are very important for shaping meaning in film as well as in other visual texts.”

Jess began to wail, and Hunt instantly became 10 times more alert. He cradled Jess in his arms quietly soothing her. “Jess, it’s okay. Daddy’s here, he won’t let anything bad happen to you.” The class was shocked at how he was acting, but Hunt ignored them. Hunt leaned his head down and lightly planted a small kiss on her forehead, quieting the child instantly.

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Flirting with Danger (Ashton)

Written by Ashton (@danielnelsen)

Game: Hollywood U Genre/s: Romance Ship/s: Danny/Val Warnings: blood (not graphic) Word Count: 1316

Author’s Note: A drabble that got longer than I expected about Danny and @askmaxwarren’s vampire OC Val, based on the new vampire quest, Flirting with Danger (if Danny hadn’t been distracted by Lisa and Addi) and the amazing picture that Estella drew for that (this one). It’s not really romance, but that’s the best genre that fit. I will see you all in hell.

Flirting with Danger

It had been a while since Danny had really let loose. He and Lisa had spent a few hours dancing together at Amaranth and it felt good to finally take a night off writing papers for what felt like the first time in weeks. They had both had a few shots and he had somehow lost his shirt, but he didn’t mind. As the night went on, he watched Lisa go off to flirt with an attractive bartender and glanced around the dance floor for someone of his own, his body moving to the thumping beat of the music.

As he surveyed the club, he felt a light tap on his shoulder and quickly spun around to see a familiar smirk and a fringe of mauve hair that he recognised as belonging to Val, one of Addison’s new friends that he had met outside the club earlier that evening. His eyes were drawn to the young man’s muscular arms that were shown off by a sleeveless shirt, then up to the star tattoos adorning his neck, and finally to his eyes, which Danny noticed seemed to be a dark shade of crimson. He suddenly became very aware of his heart pounding in his chest as Val spoke.

“Dance with me,” he instructed, his voice somehow perfectly clear amongst the music and surrounding dancers’ conversations. Danny stared at him for a moment, imagining those arms wrapped around him and that strong voice in his ear…

“I’d love to!” he replied, barely missing a beat. He took a few confident steps towards Val, draping his arms around his neck as Val wrapped his around Danny’s waist. Despite being in a packed nightclub, Val’s hands were cool against his skin and everything other than him seemed to fade from Danny’s view. Their bodies moved together fluidly as the rest of the world disappeared and he grew more and more mesmerised by Val’s eyes.

Val’s face moved closer to his and their cheeks rested together, Danny’s eyes falling half shut at the sound of his voice. “Gorgeous and an amazing dancer?” He gave a throaty chuckle. “I may be in love.”

“Careful…” Danny teased, “we barely know each other.”

“I want to get to know you, Danny,” Val replied, moving his head back into Danny’s view, capturing his gaze again. “Addison told me much about you, but her stories did not capture how truly fascinating you are… and how attractive,” he added, his eyes flickering down momentarily to Danny’s neck. Danny shuddered as a shiver ran through him. “Would you like to come up to the balcony with me?” Val asked, pulling Danny harder against him, their chests pressed together. “It’s a much more… intimate setting. Better for conversation.”

“Yes,” Danny gasped before he even had a chance to consider Val’s offer. Not that he would have come to a different answer had he thought harder about the idea. “Just for conversation, huh?”

Val’s smirk returned. “Let’s just say I adore your lack of clothes.” He ran a hand down Danny’s chest, his fingertips leaving a cold trail in their wake. “And I’d just love to take a closer look at your neck.”

A little confused, but deciding to play along, Danny pushed his hips harder against Val’s. “Are you sure my neck is the only thing you wanna see up close?”

Grinning, Val curled his fingers around Danny’s arm and began to lead him towards a staircase across the room. “Come on, then.”

The staircase led up to a second floor, and they stepped through a doorway which opened onto a small balcony, and Danny sighed as the cool night air washed over him. The music faded to a soft pulse as Val shut the doors behind them, leaving them alone, away from the scrutiny of any other dancers who happened to also make their way to the second floor. Within seconds he had pulled Danny back into his arms and Danny pressed their lips together. He felt Val’s lips curve into a smile and the kiss quickly turned passionate, their hands roughly exploring each other’s bodies.

“Ah!” Danny suddenly pulled his head back, having pricked his tongue on something sharp. “Fuck,” he muttered, his mouth filling with the taste of blood.

“I’m sorry, my bad,” Val said, his eyes alight and clearly no remorse in his expression to support his words.

“What was that?” Danny asked, frowning. Val moved his mouth back to the side of Danny’s mouth, slowly kissing across his jaw and down to his neck. “Val?”

He sighed, drawing back, but keeping his arms around Danny, who gave a short glance at the closed balcony doors. “You taste good,” Val breathed, somehow pulling him even closer.

“Val…?” Danny repeated, hesitantly. “What’s going… Oh!” His eyes widened as Val grinned, exposing a sharp set of fangs. “You’re… You’re a vampire?” A hand behind Danny’s head, Val gripped his hair, tilting his head and running his thumb over the exposed skin. “That makes sense…” He swallowed, Val’s eyes capturing every movement. “Are you going to bite me?”

“Yes,” came the simple reply, Val’s voice rough as he dipped his head back down towards Danny’s neck. “Mmm, I can hear your heart pounding, the blood running through your veins… Are you scared, Danny?”

Danny took a deep breath, feeling Val’s breath tickle his skin. “No.”

“I don’t believe you.” He could practically hear Val’s smirk now. “This will hurt.”

“Bring it on,” Danny countered, confidently, and Val paused, his eyes flicking back up to meet Danny’s.

“You want this?” he asked, and Danny gave a small shrug. “Well that’s no fun…”

Danny let his arms wind around Val’s back, bringing their bodies closer still. “Isn’t it?” It was his turn to smirk.

“You’re impressive, Danny.” Val looked back at the sensitive skin just centimetres below his fangs. “I might just enjoy this.”

Danny closed his eyes as Val pressed his fangs against his neck, feeling the pressure of the points against his skin. As they broke through, he gasped at the flash of pain, clutching tightly at Val’s shirt. Val’s hand around the back of his neck held his head firmly in place as Danny groaned, his breaths deep. Over the next minute or so, he slowly relaxed his grip and let his hands slip down to Val’s lower back, starting to feel a little lightheaded. When Val finally released Danny’s neck from his hand and teeth, his head fell against Val’s shoulder, and he let the vampire hold him up.

“Your blood is delicious,” Val marvelled, turning his head to lick at the blood that was still leaking lightly from the punctures in Danny’s neck. “I’ll have to keep you on tap.”

“Literally,” Danny muttered, slowly lifting his head and bringing up a hand to touch his neck. He winced slightly at the sting, but smiled lazily. “You look… rejuvenated.”

“You don’t,” Val smirked. “You’re probably going to pass out.”

Danny shook his head, trying to ignore the way the movement made him a little dizzy. “I’ll be fine. Now, do you wanna go dance more, or would you rather we go somewhere even more intimate?”

“Let me know how that works out,” Val shrugged, loosening his hold on Danny, who frowned.

“You’re just going to leave me now?”

Val gave a short laugh. “I’ve taken all I need.”

Danny pulled away from Val, irritated. “Fine.” He stumbled over to the balcony doors, but collapsed heavily against them, his head spinning. Through the sound of his heart pounding in his ears, he heard Val sigh, before a strong arm wound around his waist, holding him up.

“Come on, I’ll help you home,” he offered, pulling the doors open and supporting Danny back down the stairs. “But you owe me,” he added as they slipped out of the club. “Not that I could resist coming back to you…”

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When I Say I Like You (wezraf)

Game: High School Story Genres: General, Romance Ship: Wezra (Wes/Ezra) Warnings: N/A Word Count: 1,700

SUMMARY: Imagine Person A is a busy single parent of a toddler and B often helps them out to babysit and housewatch. One day A invites B out to dinner together with the child as their token of gratitude for helping them out. During the dinner, A’s child loudly exclaims that A is in madly love with B, making B flustered and A extremely embarrassed. Intrigued, B asks A’s child how they know this information, to which they say that it’s because “A never shuts up talking about B all day.” (x)

Excerpt:

“Why do I have to be the one to marry her?” Wes asks, swallowing his food. “Why can’t your dad do it?”

He sends Ezra a broad smile, and Ezra wants to choke himself with the tablecloth.

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Obsessions (Ashton)

Written by Ashton (danielnelsen​)

Game: Hollywood U Genre/s: General, Romance Ship/s: Dethan (Danny/Ethan) Warnings: none Word Count: 2205

Author’s Note: Just a quick thing I wrote for my Ethan with OCD headcanon (x). I don’t know how well I explained things (mostly because I already understand the stuff I tried to talk about), so I hope it all works. If you want a song for this, I guess Obsessions by Marina and the Diamonds works well (I kinda sorta stole the title heh).

Danny woke to a loud buzzing sound. He gave a small grunt, taking a few seconds to realise that it was his phone vibrating against his nightstand. He could usually sleep through the sound, but for some reason it had woken him up this time. After another few seconds, he guessed that it was probably because the phone was still vibrating. After receiving what sounded like another two or three texts, he reached across to grab the phone, squinting as he turned the screen on.

“Oh, baby…” he muttered, scrolling through a dozen texts from Ethan.

‘Hey, how are you doing?’ … ‘Sorry, I know you’re sleeping, just let me know.’ … ‘We should catch up for coffee or something.’ … ‘I know we see each other on set, but I like checking in with you.’ … ‘I just want to make sure everything’s okay.’ … ‘I’m sure you’re fine, don’t mind me.’ … ‘But if you’re not, please talk to me.’ … ‘Only if you want to, though.’ … ‘I’m sorry, I don’t mean to bother you.’ … ‘You don’t have to answer, sorry.’ … ‘I’ll just see you tomorrow and talk to you then.’ … ‘Sorry, I’ll leave you alone now.’

Danny sighed, trying to work out what to text back. He knew that Ethan was prone to over-worrying about things and that he sometimes talked himself into thinking the worst of a situation. He texted Danny at about the same time each morning, but didn’t usually send so many in the middle of the night. His eyes focussed on the time, and he frowned. It was about 3:30 in the morning, and he doubted Ethan had woken up, which meant that he hadn’t slept yet. Considering he was usually up before six, that gave him only about two hours. Shaking his head, Danny slipped out of bed and grabbed a t-shirt off his chair, pulling it on. Clutching his phone and keys, he stumbled towards the door of his dorm and stepped out, locking it behind him.

Yawning, he made his way to Ethan’s dorm and knocked on the door. When there was no answer after a few seconds, he tried again, still with no response. Sure that Ethan wouldn’t possibly have gone to bed so soon after texting him, he slipped the key Ethan had given him into the lock and let himself in.

He immediately spotted Ethan sitting at his desk, staring at the screen of his laptop while a pair of headphones blasted a heavy beat into his ears. Danny slowly walked up to him until he was standing beside him, and reached over to push the screen of the laptop down.

Ethan jumped, shoving the headphones off and looking quickly up at Danny, his eyes wide, but shadowed with tiredness. It took him a few seconds to relax, but eventually he sat back heavily in his chair, while Danny sat on the edge of his desk.

“I'm fine,” Danny said softly. “Are you?”

Ethan was silent for a moment, looking back down at his lap, before returning his gaze to Danny. “Yeah.”

Danny sighed. “Ethan, there's a very inviting and unused bed over there, and it's calling your name.”

Ethan shrugged, his face falling. “Sorry, sugar, I'm not really in the mood right now…”

Danny gave a small laugh. “We both have to get up to work in a few hours, baby. Do you really think that's what I'm asking? You need to sleep.”

“Sorry,” Ethan murmured, looking down again.

“Hey…” Danny leant forward. “What do you have to be sorry about?” He placed a comforting hand on Ethan's right shoulder.

Ethan instantly pulled away, pushing his chair out so that he was out of Danny's reach. He squeezed his eyes shut and grabbed his left shoulder. After a moment, he also grabbed his right shoulder and took a few deep breaths.

“Ethan...?” Danny began, slowly getting to his feet and taking a step towards him. “Are you--”

“Don't touch me,” Ethan said quickly, his eyes snapping open. “Please, Danny…”

Danny reluctantly sat back down, worry written into his face. “It's okay, baby, I won't,” he assured him. “What's wrong? Is there anything I can do?”

Ethan gave a small shake of his head, biting his lip. He finally relaxed his hands, placing them carefully in his lap. He didn't look at Danny as he took several long, deep breaths.

“Will sleep make you feel better?” Danny asked unsurely.

“I can't sleep,” Ethan replied quietly. Danny waited for him to continue, and it was a long moment before he did. “I keep... I-I just…” He sighed, his voice small. “I'm too scared, Danny.”

“Of what?”

Ethan finally looked back up at him, and Danny took in the complete exhaustion in his expression. “Don't worry about it, Danny, there's nothing you can do.”

“Somehow I’m still worrying, Ethan.” Ethan closed his eyes again, rubbing his hands slowly up and down his thighs. “I understand if you don’t want to talk about it, but if you think you can’t because I don’t want to hear about it or I won’t want to help, please know that that’s not true.”

Ethan shook his head. “You wouldn’t like me very much if I told you.”

“What?!” Danny exclaimed. “Look, Ethan, you’re by far one of the best men I know. I don’t know what this is about, but I can assure you that fear doesn’t make you a bad person. Whatever it is, you don’t have to go through it by yourself. That’s why I’m here.”

“I… I’m not as good as you think I am…” Ethan mumbled. “I get these… these thoughts, and… I don’t know how to get rid of them.”

“Bad thoughts?” Danny asked, and Ethan nodded.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He put his head in his hands. “Or anyone. And… and I don’t want to die…”

Ethan’s breath shook, and Danny fought the urge to run over to him and pull him into a hug.

“Oh god, Ethan…” he breathed. “They’re that bad?” He watched Ethan struggle not to cry for the next few second. “Is there anything that makes them any better?”

Ethan gave a small shrug, still covering his face. “Having someone with me usually helps.”

Danny nodded. “Then I’ll stay with you, okay?”

“But… but what if I…” Ethan took a deep breath. “What if I hurt you?”

“Do you want to?” Danny asked.

“Of course not!”

“And have you hurt someone because of these thoughts before?”

“No, but…” he trailed off.

“Ethan, it’s clear that you don’t want to be thinking these things and that you don’t agree with them, so you’re not a bad person. You make me feel safe and I trust you,” Danny said. “If me being here makes you feel better, then I’ll be here, okay?”

Ethan shrugged again. “It’s just… It’s not only the thoughts that are the problem.” He finally looked back at Danny, his eyes reddened. “I… I have obsessive-compulsive disorder.” He paused, as if waiting for Danny to say something, but he didn’t. “Um… And, uh, this stuff is all part of it. M-most people think that OCD is just making things neat and arranging things, but there’s so much more to it than that…”

“I know,” Danny said quietly, and Ethan gave him the smallest hint of a smile. “I can’t stand it when people use it like that… as an adjective, I mean. I know it’s a lot harder than that.”

Ethan nodded. “I hate it so much… There are a lot of aspects to it, but I think the two that are the hardest to deal with are the thoughts and… and how when I feel some kind of sensation on some part of my body, I have to recreate it in the same place on the other side.”

Danny have him a slightly confused look. “What do you mean?”

Ethan sighed. “Like… If I bump my right hand or something, for example, I have to bump my left hand in the same place too, or it just feels wrong. Sometimes it gets really bad, especially when I can’t recreate it exactly. It drives me insane,” he said, kicking at the base of his chair with his heel. He quickly repeated the kick with his other foot and groaned. “It’s sometimes just really hard to deal with. I don’t know how to describe how it feels, but it’s just wrong and I can’t handle it.”

“Is that why you don’t want me to touch you?”

He nodded. “I’m sorry, Danny…”

“Don’t be!” Danny said quickly. “Obviously it’s not something you’re doing on purpose. I’ll do anything to make this easier for you to deal with. Why… why haven’t you asked me not to before?”

“It’s usually not this bad,” Ethan explained. “But there are times when everything is just awful. The thoughts, the sensations… Everything just gets too much. I can’t sleep because every time I lie down, I feel like something bad’s gonna happen, even if it’s something stupid like the ceiling’s gonna fall in on me. But I can’t do much else, because using my phone or my computer involve touching them, and there’s nothing productive I can do that’s completely symmetrical. All I can do is sit here and try to block everything out with music and hope I just get too tired to stay awake any longer. But… but you’re okay with this?”

Danny coughed incredulously. “Ethan, I’m not gonna stop caring about you, or anything, because you’ve got OCD. I want to help you through this as best I can, but I understand if there’s not much I can do. Regardless, I’m here for you, and I always will be. Just let me know if there’s ever anything that will make it easier, yeah? You don’t have to worry about what I think of you, because I think you’re incredible. This doesn’t change that.”

“But you’re such a physical person, Danny,” Ethan countered. “I don’t want to make this too hard for you, especially when you’ve got other people--”

“Ethan.” Danny stood up and took a few steps closer to him. “If you ever need me to not touch you, whether it’s because of your OCD or anything else, I won’t touch you, okay?” He crouched down in front of Ethan. “I care about you, Ethan, not touching you. You said it’s not always this bad, so if you want, I can ask before I touch you.”

“What, every time…?”

Danny shrugged, smiling. “Why not? I’m sure we’ll find a way to make it fun.”

Ethan’s cheeks reddened slightly as he smiled back. “If… if you’re okay with that, then that’d be great.”

“Ethan, it doesn’t matter if I’m okay with it. Now that you’ve told me this, it would be awful of me to touch you if I knew it might cause you so much distress. You’d have every right to cut me out of your life if I kept trying to force that on you.”

Ethan looked at him for a few seconds, before finally speaking.“Stand up and hold still,” he said quietly, gradually getting to his feet as Danny did the same. He moved his hands to Danny’s upper arms, keeping them still for a few seconds. Danny breathed slowly as their eyes met, and the situation suddenly felt far more intimate than anything they had ever shared. He didn’t move as Ethan trailed his hands up to his shoulders and neck, then behind his head. His eyes fell closed as Ethan leaned in and pressed their lips together. After a moment, Ethan pulled back, smiling. “Thank you.”

“Anytime,” Danny said, winking.

Ethan gave a small laugh, his smile fading slightly. “Uhh… You couldn’t wink with the other eye, could you…?”

“Oh!” Danny quickly winked with his other eye.

Ethan blushed slightly. “Sorry. Just… when it’s this bad, sometimes things other people do bother me a bit…”

“That’s okay,” Danny assured him, then tilted his head towards Ethan’s. Taking the hint, Ethan kissed him again, his lips moving softly against Danny’s. “Mm, this is nice…” Danny breathed when Ethan pulled away again. “But it’s really late. Or early, I guess. How are you feeling about sleep now?”

Ethan shrugged. “I guess I could give it a go.” He took his hands away from Danny’s head and rubbed them on his jacket for a few seconds. “Um… I’d appreciate if you stayed, but also if you still didn’t really touch me…”

Danny nodded. “Yeah, of course. Only… well, you know I get a bit clingy when I wake up.”

Ethan chuckled. “That’s fine, I should feel better once I’ve had some sleep. I usually do.”

“If you’re sure,” Danny smiled.

They settled into the bed, Danny lying on his side to face Ethan, who lay flat on his back.

Ethan took a few deep breaths. “I wish I could hold your hand,” he whispered.

“You’ll be okay, Ethan, I promise,” Danny replied. “I’ll make sure nothing happens to you.”

He watched Ethan nod and close his eyes. “Thanks, Danny.”

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Affairs of the Heart (Alli)

Written by Alli (alli-ann-seville)

Game: HWU Genre/s: fluff, romance, humor Ship/s: WinterHunt (Chris Winters x Thomas Hunt) Warning/s: none Word Count: 1,734 words

Author’s Note: The temptation was too great not to write this. This is inspired by danielnelsen‘s headcanon post about Chris. More specifically, the part where he and Hunt bond at Danny’s wedding.

The song used is “You Shouldn’t Kiss Me Like This” by Toby Keith. Enjoy~!

Affairs of the Heart

“I now pronounce you husband and husband. You may now kiss your spouse.”

Those thirteen words are enough to send many of the excited guests at Danny Nelsen and Ethan Blake’s wedding into a round of applause and cheers as the two stood at the altar.

However, not everyone was completely happy. By the time the reception kicked off, Thomas Hunt was already at the open bar. Screw seating arrangements, Thomas thought. I’d rather be miserable alone than in front of his face. He took a sip of his first scotch of the night – the first of many, he was sure of it. Thomas honestly didn’t want to come to this wedding. Not at all. The thought of being at Danny’s wedding, of all places, on a Saturday night where he could drink alone instead absolutely drove him insane. Much like everyone else at this reception, he was extremely happy that Danny found his happiness with Ethan. He was just jealous that he didn’t have his own happiness. Loneliness is a hard thing to swallow when you’re a few years from the age of forty. In seconds flat, Thomas chugged the scotch sans ice and put the glass back on the counter. “I’ll have another,” he stated to the bartender, who nodded and took his empty glass. He caught the drink when the bartender slid it back. “Already going for the hard shit, huh?” someone spoke up as they sat next to Thomas, whom he discovered was a mutual friend of both him and Danny: Chris Winters. “I shoulda known I’d find you here.” Thomas shrugged. “Old habits die hard.” He sighed. Chris sighed. “Don’t worry, I’ll be joining you very soon in that regard.” They sat in silence for a moment after Chris ordered his first glass of wine, not sure what to say to each other. “I can only imagine how you must be feeling right now,” Thomas finally spoke. “You proposed to Danny, for God’s sake…” “Well, you were Danny’s professor,” Chris retorted. “You know him almost as well as Ethan does. Our chances were pretty even.” Thomas shook his head. “No way in hell. Your chances were far better than mine ever were…” Chris placed a hand on Thomas’s shoulder in an attempt to comfort him. “Don’t be so hard on yourself, Thomas. It’s only gonna eat at you. Like it’s done to me…” He sighed. “I don’t want Danny to come over here and see us moping. Today’s supposed to be a day to celebrate two people getting married – even if it’s an ex.” He smiled, grabbing his drink. “So you and I are gonna drown out our sorrows with alcohol tonight and have no regrets about coming here. Got it?” Sighing again, Thomas nodded. “Okay. No more feeling sorry for ourselves.” “Pinky promise?” Chris held the appendage out as he held his glass. Thomas smiled and rolled his eyes. “You’re such a dork.” Chris shrugged. “Part of my charm, I guess. Now, are we doing this or not?” Laughing a little despite himself, Thomas wrapped his pinky finger around Chris’s. “Okay, okay.” The actor nodded, holding up his wine glass. “Cheers to a new start.” Clinking their glasses together, Thomas nodded again. “To a new start, indeed.”

Both of them had to admit: the night went better than they hoped it would. As they expected, the first dance for the newlyweds was a tearjerker - Ethan's own brother Ezra playing the song himself. Berry gave a beautiful speech as best man, and Danny had a special dance with his sister Katie. Once the actual party portion is finally underway, Thomas and Chris have each had one glass of champagne and three glasses of their normal drinks - enough for them both to be on a high but still mostly coherent. They have the most fluid conversation as the party rolled on. "You're probably gonna say no," Chris began, "but... do you wanna dance?" Thomas nodded. "I'd be honored." Chris smiled wide as he stood up and offered his hand to Thomas, who took it with vigor. Both men walked to the dance floor, staying right on the outer fray of the crowd. Chris wrapped his arms around Thomas's waist as the professor draped his arms over the actor's shoulders. "Has anyone ever told you," Chris began as they swayed to the music, "how despite your other beautiful qualities - that jawline, for example..." Thomas rolled his eyes. "That joke got old years ago. Your point?" Chris sighed. "Has anyone ever told you how beautiful your eyes were?" Suddenly caught off-guard, Thomas blinked. "I-I, uh... No." "Well they are." Chris gave a smile. "It's like looking into two indescribable gems." Thomas blushed. Chris chuckled and brought Thomas closer. "All of you is a work of art." Blushing brighter, Thomas leaned his forehead onto the younger man's forehead. They stayed silent for a moment before Chris pulled Thomas to his chest and kissed him gently. Both of them melt, not expecting it to be as sweet and as natural as it was. Chris pulled away, smiling with a bright blush on his face as another slow song began to play. I got a funny feeling The moment that your lips touched mine All Thomas could do for a moment was pause, processing what had just happened. Something shot right through me My heart skipped a beat in time

There's a different feel about you tonight It's got me thinkin' lots of crazy things I even think I saw a flash of light It felt like electricity "Thomas?" Chris asked quietly. Snapping out of his trance, Thomas blushed a bright red.

You shouldn't kiss me like this Unless you mean it like that 'Cause I'll just close my eyes And I won't know where I'm at We'll get lost on this dance floor Spinnin' around and around And around and around "Did I do something wrong?" Thomas shook his head. "No, of course not." Chris brushed back Thomas's hair with his hand. "Is this... something you want?" "Yes," Thomas replied without a second thought. "But let's just start with tonight." "Sounds perfect."

They're all watchin' us now They think we're falling in love They'd never believe we're just friends When you kiss me like this I think you mean it like that If you do, baby, kiss me again

Everybody swears we make the perfect pair But dancing is as far as it goes Oh, you've never moved me Quite the way you moved me tonight I just wanted you to know They're silent again for a good chunk of time before Thomas locked eyes with Chris again, getting lost in them. "I want you, Thomas," Chris spoke. "So badly..." Smiling, Thomas leaned his forehead on Chris's again. "For tonight... you've got me." Chris smiled, pulling Thomas into another kiss, this one more passionate than the last. I just wanted you to know Thomas instantly melted into Chris's hold, for once his inhibitions telling him it was okay to be weak. And boy, was he ever. Closing his eyes, Thomas let Chris guide him through the dance as they kissed, losing himself in the moment. You shouldn't kiss me like this Unless you mean it like that 'Cause I'll just close my eyes And I won't know where I'm at We'll get lost on this dance floor Spinnin' around and around And around and around They're all watchin’ us now They think we're falling in love They'd never believe we're just friends When you kiss me like this I think you mean it like that If you do, baby, kiss me again Kiss me again Chris pulled away, and Thomas looked on with slightly hazy eyes. “I know a place around here where we can be alone,” Chris told him quietly. “…if you want.” Thomas nodded. “The music is getting a little too much for me, anyway.” Chris led the way the way as they made themselves scarce.

Before either of them know it, the night is over. They decided to go to Chris’s hotel room, and although Thomas couldn’t properly explain it, it felt like… home to him. “You tired yet?” Chris asked, shedding off the suit jacket he was wearing. “A bit, yes,” Thomas answered as he took off his dress shoes. “I think it took a toll on both of us on top of how we were feeling already.” Chris nodded, going into his suitcase and pulling out several items of clothing “I have some stuff you can wear. You obviously don’t wanna sleep in that suit, right?” Thomas shook his head. “Of course not, but you really didn’t have to-” “I insist.” Chris handed Thomas a set of clothes. “Go ahead and use the bathroom. I’ll change out here.” “Fair enough.” When both men are finished changing, Thomas sat on the bed and fiddled with his fingers, unsure what to do with himself. Chris sighed, sitting on the bed next to Thomas. “Let’s just get some sleep, okay? I don’t want to push you to do anything, I’ll just go sleep on the couch, if that makes you more-“ Thomas placed a hand on the actor’s. “I don’t think I could sleep by myself tonight… I’ve done it for so long that I don’t know how much longer I can do it...” “I understand.” Chris stood up and got into the bed. “Don’t feel pressured to do anything that you don’t want to, okay?” Silence lingers for a few seconds before Thomas replied with an, “Okay.” He joined Chris in the bed, trying to get comfortable as he laid on his side. Chris pulled up the covers, draping them over the both of them. Thomas curled up under the blankets, trying to get warm. Wrapping an arm around Thomas’s waist, Chris pulled Thomas closer. “Is this better?” “Yes… but nothing more than this,” Thomas answered. “I want whatever our relationship is to go slowly. I’m not ready for even any physical intimacy yet…” Chris kissed Thomas on the cheek. “Don’t worry, I thought the same thing. But I just really wanted to spend tonight with you in general more than anything. Just being here with you tonight is enough.” Smiling, Thomas closed his eyes. “Sleep well, Chris.” “You too, Thomas.” Chris placed a kiss on the side of Thomas’s head as they both drift off to sleep.

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Connection (Alli)

Written by Alli (alli-ann-seville)

Game: HWU Genre: humor, romance Pairing: Ethan Blake x Chris Winters Warnings: none Word Count: 1,212 words

Author’s Note: So, this is for my good friend wes-winters because there isn’t a fic for this pairing yet. It’s set before the events of the game itself. I’m also using danielnelsen‘s headcanon of Ethan having OCD. This is my first time that I am writing this disorder ever, so please go easy on me about the portrayal of the disorder. Enjoy~!

Connection

"It was awful nice of you to take me to Blitz for my twenty-first birthday, Ethan," Addison Sinclair said to her best friend Ethan Blake as they walked down Rodeo Drive.

"Don't sweat it, Addi," Ethan replied. "Someone's gotta make sure you don't get too wild in there."

Addison giggled and put a hand on Ethan's shoulder.

Ethan paused in his tracks, blinking a few times in both surprise and slight unwarned agitation.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Ethan…" Addison quietly spoke as they continued - although a bit slower - down the street, nearing the club. "M-Make sure you have a little fun, too, okay?"

"Don't worry about me, Addi," Ethan told her as they reached the entrance and realized that there was a terribly long line. "Crash must already be inside the place."

Addison smiled. "I wouldn't doubt it."

They waited for about fifteen minutes before they got inside Blitz, finding their friend Crash Yamaguchi already at a table.

"Hey, guys!" Crash yelled out with a wave. "I was wondering when you'd get here!"

Ethan smiled and sat down at one end of the table. "Hey, Crash."

"I already ordered all three of us each a glass of champagne."

"Sweet! Keeping up tradition. I like it."

Addison giggled again. "You guys are too sweet. At least let me pay for one round before the night's over."

Ethan sighed but gave a small grin. "Okay, birthday girl. Whatever you want."

"Mind if I join the birthday girl for this little celebration?" a voice asked from the other side of the table.

"O-Ohmygod, you're Chris Winters from The Last Lumberjack!" Addison replied with her eyes wide.

Crash gave a thumbs up. "Of course you can join us, Mr. Winters!"

"You guys can just call me Chris," the movie star replied as he sat down across from Ethan.

Speaking of the agent, Ethan was nervous as hell. Things were already not going to plan because he hadn't accounted for Chris Winters, of all people, to join them for Addison's birthday. He tapped 'S.O.S.' in Morse code three times with his index finger, signaling the table that he was quite a bit overwhelmed with the new company.

Crash raised an eyebrow. "Oh crap…"

"What happened?" Addison asked as she was pulled from her conversation with Chris. When she saw Ethan, she realized. "Oh, um… Chris, you may need to go for a little while. It's, uh…"

"Oh man, I'm sorry about this," Chris finally said as saw how Ethan was reacting. "I-I understand. My brother Tyler gets like this too." He stood up, looking right at the young agent. "Is it because I'm sitting here with you guys and messing up your seating?"

Ethan nodded, blushing slightly.

"Hey, it's okay, buddy. I totally understand. How about I sit at the table next to you guys and talk to you instead?"

"That… that sounds much better."

Chris nodded, sitting at a stool next to the adjacent table. "There we go. Anything else that I need to be cautious of?"

Addison looked to Ethan. "Can he pay for the last round of drinks, Ethan? I'll pay for the third because you said anyone outside of the equation has to pay last."

Ethan gave a small nod as he returned a bit back to his normal state.

"Okay, I think we're good now," Crash said with a small smile.

"That's good because I really wanna dance off this champagne now…" Addison giggled and blushed softly.

Crash hopped out of his seat. "I'm game! C'mon, Addi." He grabbed the blonde's hand and led her to the dance floor.

Ethan sighed, taking a sip of his champagne.

"You feeling better now, Ethan?" Chris asked just above the bass of the song blasting through the speakers.

Smiling shyly, Ethan nodded. "You know, I was pissed when you came over because the funk of the group changed, but… I'm so glad you understand and I totally didn't creep you out."

Chris shook his head. "I'd never be creeped out by that." He stood up. "Do you wanna go up there and dance with me?"

Ethan nodded. "I'd like that." He stood up and followed Chris closer to the disc jockey booth. "Can we go dance near the wall, if you don't mind? Being mid-dance-floor makes me a bit claustrophobic."

"Yeah, definitely." Chris kept quiet for a moment before he said, "You decide whether you lead or not. I don't want to touch you… somewhere I shouldn't."

Nodding again, Ethan took a deep breath as he tried to keep his cool. He waited until the current song was over before wrapping an arm around Chris as the next song began. His hands were a little clammy, Chris noticed.

"You okay?" Chris asked the younger man.

Ethan nodded slightly. "Yeah, just nervous, I suppose."

Chris smiled. "It's okay, I understand." He paused. "Move my hands where you want them to go."

"It's fine. Go ahead and put them wherever you want to." Ethan winked.

Laughing, Chris wrapped his arms around Ethan's waist as they started to sway to the slow song that was playing. "You're really cute, you know that?"

Ethan smiled and blushed a bright red. "Y-You too, Chris."

Neither of them could stop smiling the entire song as they quietly swayed and got lost in each other's eyes.

Before they know it, the song ended, and they stayed in position.

One of the ways Addison could tell that Ethan intuitively liked someone was if he clicked his heels twice, so when she saw that Ethan do so after dancing with Chris, she smiled and breathed a sigh of relief.

And then, with a soft closing of his eyes, Ethan kissed Chris.

Chris smiled into the kiss, holding Ethan a little tighter and closing his eyes as the agent hummed in pleasure.

Ethan slowly pulled away from Chris, and they both blushed a bright red, goofy smiles still on both of their faces as they stood inches apart.

When the night was over, Chris waited with the group of three as they tried to hail a taxi.

"Is it gonna… set you off if I ride with you in the cab?" Chris asked Ethan.

Ethan bit his lip and nodded. "Yeah, I'm sorry… Tonight was awesome, though. You really made my night, Chris."

Chris leaned over, kissing Ethan on the cheek. "I could say the same for you."

"As Pauly D from Jersey Shore would say, 'cabs a' heeya'!" Crash let out.

Ethan sighed. "Damn… I gotta go…"

Chris frowned and kissed the agent's forehead. "I guess I'll see you around, then?"

Nodding, Ethan saw Addison waving him over as she got into the cab. "Yeah, I'll see you later." He tucked a piece of paper into Chris's jacket. "Call me, okay?"

"Oh yeah, I definitely will."

Ethan smiled and grabbed Chris's hand, kissing the actor on the lips before walking off and into the cab.

Chris waved, smiling like an idiot and watching Ethan as he smiled like an idiot and waved back.

The cab slowly pulled away, and all Chris could do was watch it go, hoping he didn't throw Ethan completely off tonight.

Something told him that this was just the beginning of something beautiful.

He hoped he was right.

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Forgiveness and New Beginnings (Alli)

Written by Alli (alli-ann-seville)

Game: HWU Genre: humor, drama Pairings: a few mentioned Warnings: none Word Count: 1,196 words

Author’s Note: Okay, so this one is much more lighthearted than the last fic I wrote. This is a tiny present for crash-yamaguchi and hwusophie. Enjoy!

“So, tell me where it is we’re going again?” twenty-two-year-old Amy Seville asked as she walked with her uncle Thomas Hunt across Hollywood University’s lush greenspace. “Richard Sheridan invited me to lunch with him,” Thomas replied, adjusting his messenger bag. “He’s bringing Aria, and he invited me to bring someone along as well. I would have picked Bree or Kane, but they’re both busy with Karlie today.” Amy nodded. “I understand.” She smiled. “Thanks for letting me tag along. I haven’t hung out with Aria in weeks.” Thomas smiled as they reached a Starbucks that was fairly quiet for a Saturday afternoon. “Coffee frappucino, right?” “Yes, sir.” Aria and her father Richard sat a at window booth, sharing a laugh over a story about Lisa and Ilyria’s new-found sisterhood as Thomas and Amy walked in. “Hi!” Aria exclaimed, quickly jumping out of her seat in the booth next to her father and rushing over to hug Amy tightly. “It’s so good to see you, Aria,” Amy replied, hugging Aria back. “You too!” Aria let go, looking up at Thomas. “Handshake or hug, Professor?” Thomas shrugged. “Either is fine with me.” Standing up on her toes, Aria wrapped her arms around the older man before letting go just as fast. “We already got your drinks.” “Oh?” “Yeah, we already paid.” Aria bounced a little as she led them to the booth. “C’mon, take a seat!” Amy giggled slightly and shook Richard’s hand as Thomas slid into the window side of the booth. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Sheridan.” “Likewise,” Richard said with a nod and a smile. “No Bree this time?” “She sends her condolences, Richard,” Thomas stated to clear the air. “Busy with the baby.” “Ah, family first.” Richard pulled Aria next to him and kissed her cheek softly. “I understand completely.” “Daddy…” Aria groaned. Richard chuckled. “Don’t be embarrassed, pumpkin.” Aria blushed slightly and pulled herself only an inch or so away. “Too late for that.” “Sorry, princess.” Richard patted his daughter’s shoulder, rubbing it gently as she sat back upright before he looked to Amy. “You’re Thomas’s niece, correct?” Nodding, Amy smiled. “Yeah, that I am. I hope to be the next big producer someday.” Richard chuckled. “There’s a lot of you Sevilles around campus, aren’t there?” He gestured his hand in almost a pinching formation. “Especially six little ones?” “Oh, here we go…” Thomas replied with a smile and an eye-roll. Amy sighed. “Yes, the Chipmunks and Chipettes are my semi-adopted little siblings.” Bouncing a little again, Aria squealed. “That’s so cute! Didn’t they used to live out here instead of New York?” “Yeah, but that’s a long story. They’re back here for the end of the semester and the summer.” Aria squealed again and turned to her father. “Can we meet them?! Please, Daddy?” Richard laughed. “Of course you can, sweetheart! Anything you want!” “Oh, thank you, Daddy!” “How about you and Amy talk about that while we all head over to the rose gardens across town?” “Yes, please!” Amy nodded. “Sounds like a plan.”

Thomas insisted on driving, knowing that Richard was of a certain age and not wanting either of the girls to drive because he wanted to be a gentleman. Amy and Aria were both quite talkative enough for the four of them, making the awkward silence between Thomas and Richard much less noticeable because they each at least had input into the conversation despite not actually talking to each other. Once they arrive at the rose gardens, the four of them exited the car.

Richard looked in Amy and Aria’s general direction. “You can go your own way, girls,” he told them. “We don’t mind.” Aria nodded, pulling Amy by the hand and rushing over to the entrance of the gardens. Thomas slowly followed behind them with Richard, putting his hands into his pockets and taking a breath. “It’s… It’s been quite a while, hasn’t it?” Richard finally spoke to break the silence. “Yes,” Thomas answered. “It’s been a long time since you and I have been by ourselves together.” Richard, without a care in the world for appearances at this point, linked his arm around Thomas’s as they entered the gardens themselves. “You don’t mind, do you?” Thomas blushed but shook his head in response. Smiling, Richard led Thomas to a very secluded spot in the garden with a bench and a small fountain. “Feels just like our good old days – doesn’t it, Thomas?” Not giving a response this time, Thomas kept his focus straight. Richard’s smile immediately faded as they both sat down on the stone bench. “We need to talk about our little… affair, don’t we?” Thomas turned away. “What is there to talk about?” he asked in response. “It was a short fling that you wanted during your teaching time at Hollywood University. You were my professor, and I was your student. It wasn’t supposed to happen because it would ruin our integrity and reputations.” “Grace has long since forgiven me for that,” Richard explained, “but the only two people that haven’t forgiven us are ourselves.” Richard was right. Thomas hadn’t forgiven the older man or even himself for what happened between them all those years ago, and now here they were finally able to talk it out without anyone overhearing. Thomas sighed, turning back around. “I’m sorry, Richard.” “No, I’m the one that should be sorry about the whole situation,” Richard replied. “I’m the one who pushed us deeper into the situation.” “We can’t go back to that relationship. You have your wife, and I have Bree and Kane.” Thomas sighed. “…but I don’t want to lose you as a friend.” Richard smiled. “You’re not going to lose me, Thomas. And I was going to advise us to do the very same thing.” He kissed Thomas on the cheek. “Though I can still do a few of those every now and again without anyone suspecting a thing.” Gasping softly, Thomas blushed slightly. “Come on, Richard, not here.” “You’re still just as handsome as you were in your college days.” Thomas blushed brighter. “Richard!” Richard laughed. “Okay, I’ll stop. But I mean what I said.” “Daddy!” Aria chirped from the entrance to the secluded area. “Does next week sound okay for a meet and greet with the Chipmunks and Chipettes?” The older man smiled wide. “That sounds perfect, cupcake.” Aria cheered, hugging Amy tightly. “Oh, I’m so excited!” “I’ll have to join you for that,” Thomas admitted. “They are staying with me…” Richard clapped Thomas on the shoulder. “Sounds fantastic. Maybe we should hit the local mini-golf course for this get-together.” “That can be arranged,” Amy told him. “Say, next Saturday?” “Wonderful!” Richard stood up, linking arms with Aria. “Let’s head to that little malt shop downtown.” “You mean the ice cream parlor?” Thomas asked with an eyebrow raised. Richard laughed and nodded. “Just testing you. Now, come, let’s go and – how do you kids say it these days? ‘Blunt this joint?’” Unable to control herself, Amy laughed. “It’s ‘blow this joint,’ Mr. Sheridan. Thomas laughed as well and shook his head. Aria giggled as they walked out of the gardens together. “Oh, Daddy…”

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Where We Started (wezraf)

Written by Lake (wezraf)

Game: High School Story  Genres: General, Romance Ship: Kohnishkura? (Koh/Nishan/Sakura) & minor Wezra Word Count: 1,492

Author’s note: Thank you to those who prompt me, reblog and like my work, comment, everything. Thank you so much.

Summary: (Loosely based off of) OT3 prompt: All of them being in a group chat, and two of them are always on and talking to each other, so when the other wakes up and checks their phone they have loads of messages. (x)

But it’s basically the story of how Koh comes together with Nishan and Sakura.

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Guardian Angels (Alli)

Written by Alli (alli-ann-seville)

Game: HWU Genres: angst, romance Pairing: Thaneree (Thomas Hunt x Bree Wesley x Kane Washington) Warning/s: self harm tw, depression tw, suicide tw, suicide attempt tw, also NSFW Word Count: 1,960 words

Author’s Note: ...basically, this is just very personal for me in regards to Thomas’s emotions in this fic... I don’t really have much to say, sorry :(

Guardian Angels

I, Thomas Orson Hunt, am not the person everyone thinks that I am.

Everyone seems to think that I'm one of the most esteemed professors at Hollywood University. I'm not really sure if 'esteemed' is quite the right word. 'Infamous' definitely seems more fitting to my character, if you ask me.

Supposedly, I'm also one of Hollywood's best directors of the modern age. Tell that to my solitary Audrey Award and my ongoing feud with Anders Stone. …Probably the most popular farce that people seem to believe is that I'm one of Hollywood's most eligible bachelors. That is the biggest load of crap I have ever heard in my life. I mean... Just look at me. I'm not the best when it comes to social endeavors, and there must be plenty of other men (and women) that must be more appealing to the rest of the world than I am. And besides... Who could possibly ever love someone with a cold, fragile, broken heart like mine...? You see, once upon a time, I truly did feel like I really did have it all. I had an absolutely wonderful fiancé, my career was on a quickly-rising comeback, and I was on my way back to my former glory days. That is… before I left it all behind. …God, I can't even write her name or even think of her without sobbing, this pain hurts so much. I keep thinking that one morning, I'll wake up and see her sleeping next to me with her head on my chest or her face right in front of mine… But she won't. I know she won't. I broke her heart more times than I can count. Wanting her here and, against my better judgement, wishing she'd come back to me is making me feel selfish. I don't deserve her; I was never supposed to in the first place, and I probably never will. I don't deserve anyone, and I… I don't even deserve to live. Especially because all I am is a monster…

Thomas quietly shut the door to his apartment as he re-entered it one Friday afternoon. He placed his messenger bag down, slid off his dress shoes, and took off his signature beige button-up sweater. For a quick moment, he fiddled with his satin navy-blue tie and debated on just undoing it just to wrap it around his neck in one grand pull. What a way to go, Thomas thought sadly, ruining one of my ties with my own blood… He sighed, unfastening his tie and walking into his bedroom. Tossing the tie on his bureau and unbuttoning the top few buttons of his dress shirt, he walked into his bathroom. There were bags under Thomas’s eyes - which pretty much anyone could tell even with the third-of-a-bottle of concealer that he had on his face. Against his better judgement, he reached for a facecloth, running it under the warm water before wiping off his face and his revealed arms. He kept his eyes closed, knowing that the second that he opened them, he wasn’t going to be himself again for the rest of the night. Although that was debatable from this low that he was already at, so what would this really do to him other than make it inevitably worse? Letting out a breath, Thomas dropped the now ruined facecloth into the trash can between the toilet and the sink before opening his eyes slowly. Thomas is met with the exact image he expected to: self-inflicted bruises still covering his face – even after two weeks, a still-visible scar right in front of his left ear, and several bruises and cuts up his arms. For once, Thomas didn’t cry at the sight of the damages he had done to himself. He simply shook his head as he exited the bathroom. Memories started to flood his already out-of-sync mind, and in an attempt to make himself feel better, he turned on the radio to see if something upbeat would play. Unfortunately, no such luck. Say something I’m giving up on you… Thomas sighed sadly, sitting down on the couch as his mind had started to drift further into this irrational emotional state. More memories bombarded him – so many that he couldn’t really focus on them in order as they all fluidly ran together and out of order. What immediately came to his mind was the very last night he was with Bree – over a year ago now. Bree found a note from someone else Thomas was “seeing” (although it was only one date to turn him down), and… and he caved right in, telling her that he was going to make too many mistakes for her to want to keep him. …so he left. And I am feeling so small It was over my head I know nothing at all Thomas still hasn’t forgiven himself for doing that. He spent every single day over the fourteen months thinking of her and instantly starting to cry because of the terrible decision he made. And I will stumble and fall I’m still learning to love Just learning to crawl Say something I’m giving up on you… He couldn’t live like this any longer. And I will swallow my pride You’re the one that I love I’m saying goodbye Thomas gulped, only one thing on his mind that could end this once and for all. He stood up quickly and walked into his small kitchen, sliding a hand over the wooden utensil drawer’s handle. Unable to stop himself, he grabbed one of the sharper knives from the rightmost side. His focus is so narrow that he doesn’t realize that someone is knocking on the door. Feeling numb, Thomas held the blade in his hand, gripping it tightly in his palm just to feel the sensation of holding something for what could possibly be the last time. Thomas doesn’t hear the door open as he brought the knife to his neck, about to press it in. Another hand quickly grabbed Thomas’s, just before he can do anything that he’ll definitely regret later. Stopping in his tracks, Thomas slowly turned his head to see Bree’s friend Kane gripping the outside of his hand. Bree is behind him, eyes widened in fear and tears rolling down her face. That makes Thomas finally break down. He placed the knife on the counter, moving his hand out of Kane’s grip and rushing into his bedroom with tears in his eyes. He collapsed onto the bed and curled up on his side under the covers of his bed as he heard a knock on his bedroom door. “P-Please don’t come in,” Thomas pleaded. “I-I don’t want either of you to see me like this…” Bree immediately rushed into the room – despite what Thomas had just said – as she was overcome with her own emotions, crawling into the bed next to Thomas and leaning her head into his chest and placing a hand over his heart. Kane laid down on the other side of Thomas, rubbing his back and crying a few silent tears of his own as he pulled both Bree and Thomas even closer to him. None of them spoke for what felt like hours as they all cried and held onto each other for dear life, and by the time one of them does speak, sunset has already begun. “I forgive you,” Bree finally whispered before kissing Thomas lightly on the lips, wiping away her own tears before wiping his. Thomas only nodded in response, kissing her on the forehead and shifting slightly so that he was more comfortable. All of them are silent as night fell and the stars had slowly brightened. Kane wrapped an arm around Thomas’s waist. “You two still awake?” he whispered. Bree made a “mhm” sound as she looked up at Kane. Thomas nodded slowly, wiping away the last of his tears for now. “Yeah… I’m still awake.” “I just… I wanted to say that I’m sorry.” …What? Kane took a deep breath. “I’m really sorry for beating the crap out of you that night before the day you left. I just couldn’t control myself and-” “I don’t blame you,” Thomas replied. “You were defending Bree. I deserved it.” “No, Thomas,” Bree answered. “You didn’t deserve it.” Thomas turned around to face Kane and took a deep breath, not saying anything for a moment. Kane bit his lip, locking his brown eyes with Thomas’s blue-gray ones. “You deserve better, and we’re going to prove it.” He gently pushed Thomas down so that he was laying on his back before leaning over him slightly. “You’re… you’re okay with this, right…?” Realizing what Kane had meant, a blush tinted Thomas’s cheeks before he nodded slowly. “Are you sure, Thomas?” Bree asked again with doubt in her voice. Thomas nodded again. “I’m absolutely sure.” “Okay, but if at any time you get uncomfortable, tell us to stop and we will.” Thomas nodded again, the blush fading away slowly. Kane slowly tucked his right arm under Thomas’s neck as he laid on his right side. “Just close your eyes for us, sugar.” Without any hesitation, Thomas’s eyes closed. Slowly, Bree moved her right hand so it went under Thomas’s shirt, gently brushing over the sensitive areas of the professor’s chest. Thomas gasped, arching his back slightly before getting used to the touch and relaxing into it. Kane smiled at Thomas softly, moving his left hand under Thomas’s jeans and going under even more before finally reaching the area he wanted. He brushed a finger alongside Thomas’s shaft from under his underwear. Feeling that sensation alone made Thomas quiver, and when Kane had fully grabbed him and started to stroke him, he melted into the touch. His body went limp as he laid underneath them, his breathing starting to get faster. Bree leaned down next to Thomas’s ear as her fingers still hovered over his chest. “I love you,” she whispered. “I never stopped loving you.” Thomas’s heart skipped a beat, the ecstasy in him starting to become overwhelming as they both sped up. “I love you too,” he managed to reply between panted breaths. Kane slowly leaned down next to Thomas’s other ear. “You do deserve better than you think you do, Thomas,” he told him. “And… if you’re willing, all three of us can be together.” Nodding quickly, Thomas almost reached his climax. “We love you so much, sugar,” Kane continued. “Both of us do.” Thomas had been used to hearing Bree tell him that, but the fact that Kane for once had told him something he had heard for years finally pushed him over the edge. He sunk a little further into the mattress when he came down from his high, his mind drifting for a moment before he pulled Bree into his chest. “Did… you mean what you said about the three of us entering a group relationship?” Kane nodded, kissing Thomas on the cheek. “Every word.” Bree yawned softly, curling into Thomas and slowly closing her eyes. Thomas felt two pairs of arms wrap around him as he felt himself start to drift off to sleep. “I couldn’t ask for anything more.” Smiling softly again, Kane leaned over and lightly kissed Thomas on the lips, feeling the three of them huddle closer together instinctively. “Get some rest, okay? We’re getting you checked out in the morning, but we all need our sleep.” “Of course.” Thomas closed his eyes. “Thank you… both of you. For everything.” Kane kissed his cheek. “Anything for you.” He rested his hands around Thomas’s waist. “G’night, sugar.” Thomas, for the first time that night, actually smiled. “’Night.” Within moments, all three of them were asleep and closer than ever before.

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Breakaway (firefly0140)

Written by: firefly0140 (fiathehotshotdirector)

Chapter: 1 of 2 (Part of my fanfiction anthology The Professor and The Fledgling)

Game: Hollywood U

Genre/s: Romance, Angst

Shipping: Fia Harting x Thomas Hunt

Warnings: Cursing (but nothing explicit) / Alcohol 

Word Count: 4,312

A/N: Hey guys. I’m just posting a chapter of two from my fanfic anthology: The Professor and The Fledgling. Feel free to check it out on my ff.net page.

Summary: Sometimes you’ll only know that person’s worth once they’re gone.

Breakaway

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Plik Plik Plik The annoying sound was coming from his kitchen sink but he didn’t get up and do something about it. Friday nights were usually reserved for taking a certain someone out for dinner or a casual get together in his living room for movie marathons. But now he was just lounging on his leather sofa, wearing his rolled-cuff gray polo with a pair of faded slacks, the most casual clothes he had in his home. On the coffee table, the usual steaming cup of chamomile tea was replaced by a shot glass that was half full and two bottles of scotch that was emptied before it was even dark out. Drunk at six in the evening… a record he was ashamed to mark.  All because of her. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. It was his decision, his choice to break it off between them. So why was he the one who was drowning his sorrows with alcohol? Why was he moping when he was the one against the relationship in the first place? He wiped his face with a frustrated hand and leaned against the couch. His eyes stared at the black screen of his television; reflecting the pathetic scene that reflected his true emotions. His jacket was thrown unceremoniously on the mahogany table by the entry way and his briefcase was lying in the middle of the hallway. Order and cleanliness seemed to be of no use right now and his head hurt like he ran head first through a concrete wall.  Somehow, the silence of his house made him uneasy. He usually loved the peace and quiet, it made it easier to think but now there was an empty silence that was, at the same time, deafening that it caused his headache to multiply three times.  Hunt clenched his eyes shut and his mind immediately jumped to what happened last week.

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Flashback

They were walking in the park, it was unusually quiet and there was the absence other people. It was a perfect scenario for them to have a nice evening together without dodging anyone who might recognize them. It was getting more difficult to hide their relationship; while they both didn’t give anything away, it was nearly impossible for them to have dinner without raising any alarms from both the paparazzi and the school officials.  But his doubts about their dangerous liaison began when Priya was starting to ask questions about his paramour. She knew that he wasn’t keen on sharing his private life, especially to an ex-flame. He had already told her that he was seeing someone else so her sudden piqued interest about his personal affair made him break a sweat. Sneaking around was indeed exhilarating but he knew it would explode on their faces one way or another. It might not be tomorrow or next week… but it will happen. He didn’t want to be in the middle of it and he didn’t want to see her fall from grace either. Their future was on the line, both their lives would be ruined and he can possibly go to jail because of the illicit nature of their relationship. The longer they keep this up, the harder it will be for them to let go. The moment he had kissed her at the charity masquerade, he knew she will never be ‘just another student’ to him anymore. That’s why he should break this off as soon as possible. So he asked her out and took her in the park for a nighttime stroll which she was contented with. But instead of a nice evening walk, he stopped right in the middle of the pathway, making her stop as well. She tilted her head; light hazel brown eyes bright with sincere curiosity and her black hair tied to its usual low side-ponytail. Her stray bangs fell on her forehead and his hand automatically lifted itself to sweep it away from her face before he stopped the urge and let it fall to his side. “Thomas?” she asked in a soft tone. Worry seeped into her voice like she was anticipating something. “We…” he started. A million thoughts travelled into his brain in an instant before he took a deep breath to clear his mind. Now or never. He looked at her straight in the eye, which was a huge mistake in his part because he could see his reflection on them. But he strengthened his resolve, this was best for everyone. 'Best for everyone? Or best for your career?’ a quiet voice in his head murmured before he shut it out. “We should stop” he finally uttered.  The words was lost to Fia who made a questioning expression “We have stopped” she said. She was wearing her favourite off-shoulder beige sweater and red plaid skirt. Funny, he was usually repulsed by grungy outfits and the tackiness of the oversized top on other women but somehow, she just looked perfect in them. He shook his head a little, trying to regain his train of thought and steeled his gaze on her. “I meant- we should stop seeing each other” he said.  The words flew from his mouth and he knew he can never take it back. He had just sealed their fate and for that singular second, he felt all the pain he had experienced in his life punched him squarely to his gut. And it hurt like a bitch. It hurt more than the time he walked away from Yvonne, letting himself destroy a once happy relationship. It stung more than the time he had received his first negative review that shredded his self-esteem and made him doubt himself, it hurt more than the time he was turned down for a lead role he had spent months practicing for. It hurt more than the time he decided to retire from directing and acting because of the Silver Circle’s pressure for him to compromise his ethics. All of those experiences were twisted into a single jagged blade and drove straight into his chest.  He took a deep breath and looked at her, expecting her to cry or get angry… to do something. But instead, her already pale complexion became impossibly paler and he thought he saw her right hand twitch. She didn’t say anything nor take any action; she just stood there and stared at him. Hunt knew she could just see right through him; that was the face she makes whenever she was thinking hard about something. Eyes, focused and void of any emotion, lips curled into a thin line and her shoulders squared into a defiant posture. But even when he had told her many times that she was such a verbose person, he felt uneasy whenever she was silent.  When Fia opened her mouth; he thought she was going to scream at him. Maybe even plead or demand an explanation as to why he was calling it quits but as always, Fia Harting was full of surprises. “I see. Well it was fun while it lasted, thanks for everything, Thomas.” That was it, and to add salt to the glaringly open wounds; she sounded sincere. Wasn’t she the one who pushed him to be together? Risked her future by asking him to give themselves a shot? Now she’s standing there with a blank face and letting him go without asking for any viable reason. Where was that defiant young woman who sat on the chair when he told her to get out because she was late on her first day? The director who stood up against Brian Ratzik, Carlotta Valentine, Anders Stone, Richard Sheridan and Priya Singh all in a single lifetime? He realized that he was standing there like a statue, utterly surprised at how casual she was with everything that was happening. Her expression softened slowly before she leaned up to him and pressed a kiss on his cheek, a couple of inches shy from his lips before she gave a sad smile, “I better go. I have to meet up with Lisa and Addi later anyways. See you in class… professor.” Without waiting for him to say anything, she ran away with her phone glued to her ear and began to talk quietly to someone in the other line. He wanted to go after her, explain why he did it but in the end; he just watched her climb into a cab and disappear into the LA streets. She must have known the reason; maybe she just woke up from her dream and realized how dangerous their familiarity with each other was.  Hunt went back into his car and drove back to his house in complete silence; his eyes kept wandering to the empty passenger seat where Fia would usually look out of the window to take in the lights of the LA nightlife. Her subtle floral perfume lingered in the vehicle… he then thought that he needed to air it out as soon as he finds the time.

End of Flashback

————————————————————————————— He blinked the memory out before he swiped the glass from the table and chugged all the amber colored liquid down. The liquor burned his throat before he covered his eyes with his left arm. Their tryst was wrong in every possible way.  He was too old for her, although he had colleagues who had affairs with women twenty years their junior. His age gap with Fia was thirteen years. She was his student and he was her professor, something the school and the general society frowned upon. They can easily slap him with a law on the abuse of authority if they had enough evidence. He had built a reputation for being one of the toughest professors in HWU (Priya stayed on top of that ladder for four years in a row now) and his hellish assignments and sharp-tongued critiques had never failed to make half a classroom burst into tears. And he will not risk ruining it all for some woman. But she wasn’t JUST some woman.  The moment she’d step in the university board room, he knew he’d never met anyone like her. She came in with her hair messed up like she had just rolled out of bed, her clothes were barely passable in a professional standard and she was whispering to Ethan Blake, the hotshot junior agent who somehow took her in as his client, unaware how much in deep shit she was in before she could even start her first class. When he told her that she was on probation, she had the guts to glare at Bianca Stone and begrudgingly nodded as he told her that she needed to complete three high-profile projects within a month; an impossible feat. But she persevered. She grabbed the bull by the horns and completed those projects just in time before her hearing. But it wasn’t without casualty; she had gained enemies- powerful ones that can tear her up to pieces. And yet she stared into the void of uncertainty with defiance in her light brown eyes; he knew that she wasn’t going to back down without a fight. She had the talent; she had completed every assignment he had thrown at her and she will push back by showing, not just him, but to everyone else that she indeed deserved to be in the university. Her optimism was endearing, to say the least. When Hunt first told her to tone it down, she had the gull to poke out her tongue at him and called him a 'cranky and jaded old man’ he retaliated by assigning her on makeup duty, again. She was still naive- a trait that she still hasn’t changed despite being in the business for a year now. Her confidence came in throes but she had reservations with other matters (like the fact that she doesn’t have a future as a makeup artist or an underwear model) and her taste for fashion was somewhat debatable.  Then there was her passion; Fia was the most driven student he had in the years he had spent teaching in the university. She had given her heart and soul in every project and assignment no matter how simple or difficult the task was. But overall the qualities she possessed, the one thing that stood out about her was her tenacity. The young woman just doesn’t know when to quit. But she was not without faults, Fia was also by far the most insubordinate and stubborn person he had ever met. She can be a bit of a brat and her sharp tongue had landed her in more trouble than anyone else in this school. Except Bianca Stone but her father`s money had this power to make every problem go away. She was bold and daring, trying to prod him to certain point so she would know how to press them and play it to her advantage. That 'devil may care’ attitude of hers was definitely a stand out especially to her chosen career as a director. He always took the safe side when it came to his career; he had already retired from acting and directing because of the chauvinistic Silver Circle so he can’t afford losing his status as a professor. But every look she had sent him, every touch had crumbled his resistance and she had kicked the final wall with a tiny nudge of her penny loafer-covered toe. With her kicking the Silver Circle out of his way, he slowly but also strongly came back to practice his craft. As if someone else was driving his body, Hunt marched into his bedroom and opened his journal that was quietly sitting on his bedside table. Every kiss, every embrace that he shared with Fia- they all meant something for him and he wrote it all in this small book of secrets. His journal was usually reserved with five pages at most for every woman he had ever dated but Fia’s section had almost eaten away the entire section. He had written about every date they have been, all the details he observed. It was so strange that she had easily outnumbered Yvonne’s pages just after a few dates whilst Yvonne’s was a year-long affair. And after dating Fia for a year and a half, her name was almost always present on every page. He added small notes on every entry. One such note was about their first movie marathon night- 'Fia brought all the movies she’d ever loved. Surprisingly, amidst the classic titles and several of Stanley Kubrick’s works, was a copy of Tim Burton’s Nightmare Before Christmas. She got defensive when I pointed it out and prided herself on how she had always appreciated the stop-motion technique Burton used. I didn’t comment on how she hummed along with the songs.’ A wistful smile crept on his face as he read further into Fia’s section. The dates and times were written down in precise detail. The amount of effort he had spent on writing this just after a date was grueling but at that time- it seemed so important for him to write about her as soon as he got back from their date or after she had left his home. He stopped leafing through the pages when he stopped at a page that was folded on the edge. He remembered this particular night. Fia had asked him to accompany her to the newest planetarium that opened just a couple of miles away from the Hollywood sign.  'I told her it was foolish to be seen together in public but in typical Fia-fashion, she stubbornly told me that it would be impossible for us to be seen since it would be in the dark and the visitors would rather stare at the planets and stars rather than other people. I had to give her that one. When we arrived, there weren’t many people around and she led me to the stargazing room. It was a nice experience, although she caught me off guard by telling the stories of different constellations with much fervor. I asked her why she loved stars so much and she explained that 'It was because their light was still shining brightly even when they’re long burned out so it gave everyone a chance to see that they had existed before they will be replaced by a new one.’ I think that I fell in love with her more after that-” He stopped reading the passage and threw the journal to the other side of the room. He’s a damn masochist. Why the hell was he recounting those memories about her when their ties were now severed? It was the scotch that was messing with his brain. But thankfully he was sober enough to keep himself from calling her. He at least had the dignity to keep himself from acting like the fact that they were through bothered him, which was an Audrey-worthy performance.  The break up happened a week ago but it was only now did he gave in to the urge of drinking himself to a stupor. And why? It’s all because of Fia. He wasn’t lying when he told her that her very presence can undo him. Hell, even the mere thought of her had muddled him into a brainless, spineless Neanderthal who clutched on to the memory of yesterday with the pages he wrote with his heart on his sleeve.  Then, he felt anger. Unbridled, unhinged fury ate away the guilt, regret and sorrow. How dare she?! How could she walk in campus, go about her days like nothing ever happened between them? How come she didn’t even look the slightest bit of bereft over the loss of their rapport?  Maybe it was his bruised ego talking but he just let it simmer; this was the upside of drinking alone, at least he could wallow in self-pity and put the blame on someone else without embarrassing himself. He sat on the edge of his bed and placed his head on his hands.  When he closed his eyes, the events of what happened earlier had somehow replayed in his mind-

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Flashback It was just before his class and the students had began to file in the lecture hall. He was leaning against the stage as he waited for the other students to grab a sit before he could kick out at the late ones. Out of habit, he immediately sought her out among the crowd. One of the students, a blond young male who was wearing the Special Effects attire was walking towards Fia and Addison who, by some miracle, were actually early for their class. They were sitting on the second row with the Fashionista talking to her in what seemed to be a serious discussion before Fia realized that the SFX tech had approached her. Several others noticed it too and some had whispered amongst themselves. Normally he could care less about this kind of tripe event but the hall was suddenly buzzed with excitement when the boy talked her with a nervous face. Hunt knew he was above eavesdropping- he was above the emotion of jealousy as he was the one who had cut their ties but he can’t help but notice the way the boy (who was actually her old partner for an assignment) smiled when she pleasantly grinned at his words and gave a small nod, prompting him to smile like an imbecile (which was how Hunt had puerilely described it) before he took his seat on the row behind Fia and Addison. That’s her game? Make him jealous and flaunt her power over him? Well unfortunately for her; he wasn’t the type of man who would grovel for a woman to come bavk to him. And if that was really her plan, did she really think he would feel the slightest hint of envy towards an SFX tech? He could almost laugh at the pathetic excuse of- “Fia!” Everyone’s attention was grabbed by a flashy pink hair and ripped jean shorts. Lisa Valentine jogged right up to Fia’s seat and gave her a hug all the while saying, “You lucky girl! You’ve just won the jackpot!” Fia’s eyes widened before she shook her head at the noisy popstar. “Lisa, I don’t think this is the time to-” “Oh c'mon! Chris asking you to be his plus-one on his movie premier is a bombshell! You should be planning your engagement party right now and lock 'im down!” Lisa giggled before she stopped and finally noticed a very, very irritated man who was standing in front of everyone. The other students gawked at Lisa’s words as if she announced that she will enter a nunnery. “Miss Valentine” he growled, “I would appreciate it if you would bother someone else who isn’t in my class”. His tone was soft but venom dripped on every syllable. His left eyebrow started to twitch and the singer had taken the hint and ran out of the hall. But not before giving two thumbs up to Fia who was sliding down to her chair for some unknown reason. 'Chris’ she had said. The only 'Chris’ Hunt knew who was having a premier night that day was Chris Winters. Did she agree to be his date? Were they an item now? Well Chris could have her for all he cared because right now, he was more focused on trying to impart his knowledge to these noxious soft-headed young adults. And with that he started- “The basis of every dailies is-”

End of Flashback ——————————————————————————————- If he had any second thoughts about being a masochist, then this would confirm the earlier statement. Because he had just turned on his TV and watched the entertainment channel that was covering the movie premier with a poker face and a glass of scotch on hand. The camera showed the hyped audiences behind the velvet ropes as the limousines pulled up by the driveway. One by one, the cast and crew of the movie walked on the red carpet; smiling and posing with the fans for the cameras. He knew the fake smiles from genuine ones and almost everyone wore the masks. Chris Winters came into the view, making almost all the female scream into a high-pitched tone that nearly broke the speakers of the TV and his ears.  The young actor was smiling, a real smile that got even wider when he gently pulled someone next to him. There she was, wearing a silver dress with her hair pulled up to a stylish bun. Fia grinned reservedly at the reporters who wasted no time thrusting the microphones to their faces. While Chris answered all the questions regarding the film, she excused herself and walked towards the velvet ropes where Hunt spied Ethan waiting amongst the screeching fans. Once she was out of the picture, a rather enthusiastic reporter asked the actor, “Chris, is it true you’ve brought Fia Harting as your date tonight?” Before he can answer it, another reporter interjected, “Is it true that you’re more than just friends and frequent coworkers?” Chris gave an enigmatic smirk (which Hunt deemed as a smug expression) before he answered, “Well I don’t want to get ahead of myself. We’ll see. For now, we’re just here to enjoy the film!” The camera now shifted to Fia, who was also being goaded by the paparazzi- 'Fia, is it true that you and Chris have been seeing each other secretly for months now?!’ She was caught off-guard at the question; the natural blush of her face had shamed the rouge that was dabbed on her face and her eyes showed that the very idea was simply impossible to be true. But she just shook her head and said “Oh no, I just came here to support him. Actually we’re just-” The sudden wave of nausea hit him and before Hunt knew what he was happening to him, he was doubling over the porcelain toilet and heaved out all the liquor in his system. After spitting out the last sour taste from his mouth and flushed the toilet, he lashed out a curse before washing his face and rinsed his mouth to rid any remains of alcohol. He could still hear the voice of the reporter that seeped from his living room, “There you have it folks; the two people the public wants to see get together may OR may not have a secret relationship so this leaves us with another cliff hanger. What do you think Mark?” An energetic male voice replied to the woman’s question “Well I don’t know about Chris but Fia Harting, the director of `Permanent Wound` and producer of `Centaurus Lost` was keeping quiet about her love life. But if she and Chris would get together- then Hollywood will get a new power couple!” Hunt’s grip on the edges of his sink tightened at his words. Clearly Fia had come with the actor as a plus-one, maybe she just went there as a friend and it might even be a PR move since Ethan’s tailing her to the theater with a VIP pass he wore on his neck. He pushed the power button savagely before he plopped himself on the couch and tried to sleep off the migraine that started to attack him. Minutes- maybe even hours had passed before he heard the annoying beep of his phone. He turned around and tried to ignore it but the sound persisted. With his patience wearing thin, he stomped towards the infuriating device, almost throwing it at the wall to silence it when he saw the word that flashed on the screen: 5 missed calls from Fia H.  And one voice message.

His thumb hovered above the confirm button before he placed the phone down the table and pinched the bridge of his nose. 

END OF CHAPTER 1

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Only One (wezraf)

Written by Lake (wezraf)

Game: High School Story Genres: General, Romance Ship: Wezra (Wes/Ezra) Warnings: Mentions of sex + cursing Word Count: 1,464

Prompt: Imagine your same-gender OTP adopting a kid, and that kid getting a single “#1 dad/mum” mug for fathers’/mothers’ day. They leave it on the breakfast table before their parents wake up. What happens next is up to you. (x)

Excerpt: “Who’s the number one Dad?” Ezra asks.

Wes runs a hand through his chin-length brown hair. “That’s what I’m trying to figure out.”

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Worth It, (MCXEzra)

Ive been meaning to write a mcxezra fic ever since I started posting on here and ari-the-berry requested it (thanks for the request btw) but I didn’t have any ideas, but I finally got one yesterday! Good timing too, since the Ezra date an all (which was so good😍) 

This has nothing to do with the Ezra date though! So if you didn’t read it, there’s no spoilers. 

Word count: 1.4k 

Warnings: no swearing, but there’s a vague implication to do with any sexual, but that’s only because of the lyrics

Listen to Worth It by Fifth Harmony to get more feels with this! I hope you like it!

It was time for practice. Ari’s favorite part of the day.

Everyday for the past month, she decided to finally learn how to dance. She could dance before. If dancing was moving your body weirdly to the sound of the music. Yikes. It would always be in her room, though, so she was safe.

She could sing, why not dance? Isn’t that necessary for the band? And Ezra had been very helpful, too. He would come in and be her dance partner when the dancer helping her had plans. She hadn’t let him come in until recently, though. When her dancing was getting slightly better. Okay, much better. That way, she could impress Ezra instead of embarrass herself in front of him.

The room they practiced in was like any room where dancers practiced. Like a ballet room, where there were mirrors covering a whole wall. Just as Ari’s wrapping her flannel around her waist, leaving her in just a tank top from the waist up, Ezra enters.

“You ready?” He asks her after greeting and hugging her. She was probably still red in the face.

Today was one of the days the dancer she usually practiced with busy. He had to attend some dance contest he was the judge for.

“Yeah, but we changed the song again. I sent you the lyrics?” Every week they changed the song they danced to. It didn’t hurt to also practice her singing.

Ezra clears his throat. “Uh, yeah. But I’m not very good at rapping.”

He always claimed he could do anything, and she couldn’t wait to see this. “I’m sure you’ll be fine.” She reassures him. “Let’s just get started okay? Remember that the video I sent of Nick and I dancing? It’s the same routine.” It was a little flirty, but so was the song.

“Got it.” He stepped to the side so Ari could begin, facing the same mirrors that cover the wall.

The song’s beat begins to play, and she starts out dancing the same way they did in the music video. Legs spread, bending her knees, arms spread out and tossing her head side to side, which causes her hair to fly around her.

Give it to me, I’m worth it Baby, I’m worth it Uh huh I’m worth it Gimme gimme I’m worth it

She repeats the verse again, watching her movements in the reflection in front of her. Moving aside for Ezra’s verse, she tries to remember what she did when Nick was trying to sing it, but she can’t seem to.

Ezra raps, only messing up once or twice. For a guy that said he can’t rap he was pretty damn good at it. His spine was unnaturally stiff, staring at his reflection while continuing his verse. She circles him slowly, swaying to the beat of the music, watching him under hooded eyes. He looked incredibly hot. Ezra always did, but he looked extra hot rapping.

When he was done, Ari began singing and dancing again. So that Ezra wasn’t only needed in the routine when his rap came on, he would spin her around and dip her every once in a while. She would avoid looking at him when she rose up, even when she felt his stare on her back.

Having a crush on a guy like Ezra was never easy. Especially when he had girls throwing themselves at him that were much prettier and bold than Ari ever was. She tried talking herself into doing something that she wouldn’t normally do, because this dance routine gave her that opportunity, and she should seize that.

She will seize that.

Her favorite part of the song was coming up, and even though what she was going to do wasn’t in the routine, she didn’t care. She wanted to daring.

It’s all on you, it’s all on you It’s all on you, so what you wanna do? And if you don’t have a clue Not a clue, I’ll tell you what to do

Be daring, be daring, be daring, she chanted in her head.

Ari walked over to where Ezra was standing and put her hands on his shoulder, butterflies flying around in her stomach. He looked taken aback, but he didn’t remove her hands, and she considered that a good sign.

“Come harder just because, I don’t like it,” she reached up onto her toes, her lips brushing his ear slightly. He shivers. “Like it too soft,” she sang into his ear. She tilted her head back, staring into his wide eyes. “I like it a little rough, not too much, but maybe just enough,” she winks at him, a smug smile on her face as she steps away and continues with the dance routine.

Stomach flipping over itself, she smiles widely while continuing on. She couldn’t believe she just did that! Never in a million years would she have ever done that, but dancing must have given her a major confidence boost. At least when it came to Ezra.

His rap was coming up again. When she turned to look over at him, he was still where she left him, shock clearly evident on his face. A triumphant smile made its way to her face. She motioned for him to start his part, and he shook his head before beginning rap the verse again.

This time he was a little off, words getting mixed up more than usual. He kept stealing glances at Ari that she pretended not to notice as she danced behind him. She’d never seen Ezra lose his cool as much as he did then. Maybe she shouldn’t be so happy about it. Finished again, Ezra motioned to her.

Uh huh, you see me in the spotlight.

Ezra stares at her with a glint in his eyes she had never seen more. It almost made her trail off her singing.

“Ooh, I love your style”

She makes her way over to him, tugging on his shirt as she sang that line.

Uh huh, show me what you got ‘Cause I don’t wanna waste my time. 

Shaking her fingers while looking up at him, his eyes captivate her. They were the sweetest color of brown, just like chocolate. And she really liked chocolate. She looks away, and continues with the verse.

The ending was coming up, and Ezra seemed to finally come out from his immobile state.

Give it to me, I’m worth it Baby, I’m worth it Uh huh I’m worth it Gimme gimme I’m worth it

Ari put a lot of space between then for the ending of the routine.

Give it to me, I’m worth it

She walks back from him, motioning with her hands for him to follow her. Which he does, but she doesn’t think too much of it since it was part of the dance.

Baby I’m worth it Uh huh I’m worth it Gimme gimme I’m worth it Give it to me—

She cuts off, finally realizing the position they were in. They had continued on until Ari was pressed against a wall, but this time when she looked up at Ezra’s eyes, she couldn’t look away. You could lose yourself in his eyes, just as she was now. He was so close to her, almost pressed against her. She could feel the heat his body was radiating, hear the ragged short breaths he gave out even when she was the one who did most of the dancing. She forgot for a second what was going on before forcing out the last three words of the song. “I’m worth it.” She breathed softly, still staring up at him.

He smirked, “You are so definitely worth it.” Ari lets out a small breath before Ezra plants his lips onto hers. It was a sweet, gentle kiss. And before she got the chance to kiss back, he pulled back, and those sweet chocolate-y eyes stared down at her once more.  

“That wasn’t part of the routine.” She says in a quiet, breathless voice. She wasn’t even sure why she was breathless. The kiss hasn’t lasted that long, and the routine wasn’t that much of a sweat breaker, either.

“I sure hope not,” he says in a huskier voice than usual. “Because I wouldn’t be too happy to know that Nick gets to kiss you every time you do this routine.”

“He doesn’t,” she shakes her head, trying to reassure him. But she didn’t understand why she was doing so, he already knew he didn’t.

“Good.” Ezra whispers, leaning down to kiss her again. And this time she got the chance to kiss back.

okay so little back story on ezra’s “you’re definitely worth it” comment:

a few months ago I discovered that my older brothers girlfriend looks a lot like Camila Cabello (whos a singer in Fifth Harmony if you didn’t know) and so I told him and I told her and they agreed with me. So one night, my brother was driving her home, and Worth It came on the radio. When the “baby I’m worth it” line came on she turned to him and was like: “see, she’s worth it.” And my brother replies: “if she looks like you then she’s definitely worth it”. After my brother told me this I was like AWWWW and when I got this idea I had to include something like it. Okay that’s enough rambling, hope you liked it!(:

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Katie (Ashton)

Written by Ashton (danielnelsen)

Game: Hollywood U Genre/s: General Ship/s: Mentions of Dris (Danny/Chris) and Dethan (Danny/Ethan), and kinda Hunny (Danny/Hunt), but not a ship-based fic Warnings: none Word Count: 3441

Author’s Note: Some Nelsen sibling goodness. Basically, I just wanted to write some Danny+Katie interaction, so this happened. It’s a bit random and jumpy, but there were a few things I wanted to talk about... I’ll have to write more with these two some time.

“I still can’t believe you got in here,” Katie chirped, following Danny as he strode across the campus of Hollywood University. “I mean, I know you’re super talented and everything… but it was pretty lucky that you were able to get someone to pay for you.”

“Lucky, yeah.” Danny gave a small shake of his head.

“I can’t wait to go to college,” Katie continued. “This place is amazing. It looks like heaps of fun!”

Danny smiled. “Whoa there, slow down. You’re not even in high school yet.”

“Yeah, I’m yet to see how good your school really is. But I’ll be done with that in a few years, anyway.” Danny led them into the platinum dorm building and Katie gasped. “Wow, this is so cool! Do you really get to live here?”

He laughed. “Sure, that’s why it’s so expensive.” He let them both into his dorm room Katie looked around for a minute or so.

“It’s so big!” she remarked after a while. “For a dorm, I mean. I didn’t know you could even get dorms with double beds.”

“Yeah, well, that c--”

Katie held up a hand. “Ew, don’t even go there, Danny!”

“You know me too well,” he mused. “But anyway… I haven’t seen you in ages. Sit down. How’s everything going at home?” Katie climbed onto the bed and sat cross-legged at the head. Danny sat opposite her, mirroring her position. “How’re Mum and Dad?”

“Well, maybe you’d know if you actually called,” she said pointedly. “But they’re good. It’s weird not having you around, though, and I think they miss you more than they let on.”

“What about you? Do you miss me?”

Katie grabbed a pillow from behind her and threw it at him. “No way!”

Danny chuckled. “Sure. What about school? How’s that going?”

She grimaced and shrugged. “It’s awful.”

His face fell. “Yeah?”

“Okay, it’s not that bad,” she amended. “But loads of people are obsessed with you and it’s weird. Then they work out that you’re my brother and they keep asking me if they can meet you or I can get them your autograph or something.”

“Ah.” Danny’s smile returned. “Sorry.”

“Could you, like… not be famous until I’m finished school?”

He laughed. “Not really.” He paused. “Are you serious, though? About people being obsessed?”

Katie rolled her eyes. “They’re so annoying. They always talk about you and how great you are and they spend all their time watching videos and looking at pictures of you and-- oh my god, can you please stop modeling. If I see another picture of you in underwear I’m actually gonna puke.” Danny grinned. “And they spend ages talking about rumours of who you’re dating and how they wish it was them, and they’re, like, thirteen, so ew.”

Danny shrugged. “You learn pretty quickly how to handle stuff like that. There’s no way I’d ever date any of them, and they know it.”

“Some of them I’m not so sure…”

“Aw, come on, Katie. Are you really telling me you’ve never had a crush on a celebrity?”

She folded her arms and made a face. “Like I’d tell you if I did.”

“Go on,” Danny prompted. “Who’s your favourite actor right now?”

Katie glared at him for a few seconds, before sighing. “Fine. Because you’re way too new to all this to have anything to do with him… Chris Winters.”

Danny gave a sudden cough of surprise, gawking at her. “Chris? Really?”

“What?” Katie asked, smiling sheepishly.

“I take it you’re not as obsessed with him as your friends are with me, yeah?”

She shrugged. “No way. But he’s still my favourite. Why?”

“He’s, uh… Well…” Danny smirked, trying to picture what her reaction would be. “He’s a pretty good friend of mine, actually. He’s a really sweet guy.” He watched her eyes widen as he continued. “Don’t tell anyone, but he’s actually playing a big role in my next movie, after he’s finished filming his current one, so I’ve been working with him for a while. In fact, I just got back from Thailand a few days ago because he’s filming there right now. He and I have known each other basically since I started at Hollywood U, and… Well, I’m kind of sleeping with him.”

“Shut up!” Katie exclaimed, whacking him a few times with another pillow. “Why would you even tell me that?” she continued as Danny laughed loudly. “Is any of that even true?”

“Yes!” Danny answered. “Every word! We’ve been dating for a while now. He’s taken me out a few times.” Katie gave him an unimpressed look. “Seriously! You know what? How about I give him a call. That should clear things up for you.”

He quickly pulled out his phone, and Katie’s expression turned to one of horror.

“No! No, Danny! Don’t!”

“So you believe me now?” he teased, scrolling through his contacts to find Chris’ number.

“Danny, please!”

“I thought you were a big fan of his,” he said, switching the phone to loudspeaker and holding it out of her reach as it rang.

“Exactly!” she exclaimed. “You can’t just call him! I’m not ready! What do I say? Danny, hang up right now! Danny!” She grabbed his arm, trying to get him to drop the phone. “Danny, please, just--”

“Danny?”

Danny and Katie fell silent as a voice came through the phone. Katie’s mouth hung open and Danny smirked, bringing the phone between them.

“Hey, Chris!” he said, trying not to laugh at the look on Katie’s face.

“You caught me at a good time,” Chris remarked. “I was just about to head to bed. I can’t talk for long, though.”

“We’ll make this quick, then,” Danny agreed. “You enjoying your last few days of filming?”

He could practically hear Chris’ smile when he spoke. “Thailand is beautiful, as you well know, Danny. And filming’s been pretty fun, but it’d be even better if you were here with me.”

“I bet you’re keeping pretty busy, though.”

“I’ll never be too busy to miss you, Danny.”

Danny looked pointedly at Katie, who blinked a few times.

“Well, when we’re filming Permanent Wound, we’ll see each other every day on set,” Danny reminded him.

“And off set too, I hope,” Chris replied, earning a raised eyebrow from Katie. “I’m looking forward to it. I’ve only ever heard good things about your skills as a director.”

“Wait, now are you talking about on or off set?”

“Both,” Chris answered. Katie grimaced.

“Well, I’m looking forward to it, too. And, uh, Chris?”

“Mhm?”

“My sister, Katie, is over right now and I’m sure she’d love to say hi.” Katie shook her head furiously. “She’s a bit of a fan.” She facepalmed as Danny spoke. “Here, you’re on loudspeaker.”

“Hey, Katie!” Chris greeted. “Danny’s told me a bit about you. How’s it going.”

“Uh, g-good!” Katie stammered, shooting Danny a sharp glare. “H-how are you?”

“I’m doing pretty well,” Chris answered. “I’ve been filming in Thailand for the last few weeks and I’m heading back to L.A. in a few days. I’ll definitely be catching up with your brother, so maybe you could join us sometime. I’d love to say hi in person.”

Katie blushed, unable to speak.

“If that’s alright with Danny, of course,” Chris added.

“Sure,” Danny shrugged. “Just as long as I get you to myself as well.”

“That’s a guarantee. But the three of us could grab coffee, or something,” he suggested. “My schedule’s pretty packed with premieres and promotions for the movie once I get back, but I should get a day or two off before the L.A. premiere. Sound good?”

“Yeah, that sounds great!” Katie managed to say.

“Well, we’d better let you get some sleep,” Danny chimed in. “But it was great talking to you, Chris. I've been missing you."

"I miss you too, baby. I'll send you the details of my flight home as soon as I know them." A brief silence followed. "I'll, uh, I'll see you in a few days, then."

Danny gave a distant smile. "Sweet dreams."

"Thanks, Danny. I love you."

Danny rolled his bottom lip between his teeth momentarily. "See you soon, Chris." He hung up and, after a few seconds, he looked up at Katie. "Satisfied?" She nodded quickly.

"Yeah, but don't ever do that again!"

Danny laughed, moving to place his phone in his nightstand.

"He, um... He said he loves you," she remarked, and Danny froze. "And... you didn't say it back."

"Yeah," Danny said after a moment. He finished putting his phone down and turned back to her. "I know."

"Don't you love him too?"

Danny opened his mouth to reply, then closed it a few seconds later, sighing. "I care about him a lot," he eventually answered. "I don't think I'm ready to bring love into it." Even the word felt strange on his tongue, he found. "He understands."

"Well... At least that clears one thing up."

"Hmm?"

Katie grinned. "The rumours about who you're dating. Chris Winters."

Danny gave a small chuckle. "That's certainly part of the truth..."

"What do you mean?" Katie looked confused. "Oh, are you dating a few people, like with Berry and Ash?"

"Not exactly, no."

"So... you're dating a few people?" Danny nodded. "But separately?" Another nod.

"But they all know about each other and they're all fine with it," he added.

"All?" Katie raised an eyebrow. "So more than two, then?"

"More than two," Danny confirmed.

"Wait, if you're dating lots of people, then are there any, like, secret ones? That you don't want the media to find out about? There's got to be, right?"

Danny felt his cheeks pale slightly.

"Oh my god, I'm right! Tell me everything!" She shifted forwards onto her knees.

"Katie..."

"Oh, come on, Danny! Like I'd ever tell anyone!" She gave him a pleading expression, and he shook his head, smiling slightly. "Okay, so who would you not tell people about? It can't be someone you work with because that'd be like Chris and you're an adult anyway... Is it one of your teachers, or something?" she guessed. When Danny didn't say anything, she gasped. "What? Danny! You're dating one of your teachers?"

"We're not dating, exactly, just--"

"That's so risky, Danny! Are they hot? What do they teach? Do they treat you differently from all their other students? Oh my god, this is just like--"

"Shut up!" Danny hissed, reaching forward to cover her mouth with a hand. "Of course he's hot," he replied quietly. "He teaches Hollywood 101, which is basically an introduction course to working in the industry. And no, he doesn't give me special treatment. If anything, he's even worse to me than he is to anyone else."

Katie pulled his hand away. "You mean he's usually really strict? Does he get you in trouble a lot? Oh! And does he ask you to stay after class? That's so bad, Danny!" she giggled.

Danny could feel himself beginning to blush. "Shush!" Katie giggled more at his embarrassment. "Most people just think he hates me, really. He’s a nice enough guy, but he’s brutal as a teacher.”

Danny was saved from any further conversation by a knock at the door, and he quickly jumped up to open it. Sighing with relief, he welcomed Ethan into the room and shut the door behind him. Ethan pulled him into a hug and kissed his cheek.

“I have a meeting soon so I can’t stay long,” he began, “but I’m free from about six, and I thought you might want to go out, if you don’t already have plans. There’s a Thai place I’ve been wanting to take you to, and we could make a date of it… Grab dinner, maybe head down to the pier, go back to mine for the night…”

Danny smiled warmly. “That sounds wonderful.” He pressed his lips against Ethan’s for a few seconds, his arms lightly circling his waist. Eventually pulling away, he turned back to Katie and dragged Ethan further into the room. “This is Ethan,” he announced. “He’s my… agent.”

Katie smirked. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

Danny glared at her, then looked to Ethan. “This is my little sister, Katie.”

“Hey, I’m not little!” she shot back, folding her arms.

Danny shrugged. “You’re smaller than me, and that’s what matters.”

“Nice to meet you,” Ethan said, stepping forward and extending his hand.

Katie shook it, then gave him a small hug, which he returned. “Are you really Danny’s agent?”

Ethan laughed. “Yes. I was pretty lucky to snag him on his first day here. He’s my best client to date, for sure.”

“Your best client to date?” Danny smirked, throwing an arm around him.

“For sure,” Ethan repeated, grinning at him. “Well, I only really intended to stop by here a minute or so, so I’d better get going. I hope to see you around, Katie.”

“It was nice meeting you,” she replied.

Ethan nodded and walked back towards the door with Danny. He stopped before leaving, wrapping his arms around Danny and pulling him close. “I’ll pick you up at six, then?”

“Yeah, I can’t wait,” Danny purred, reaching up to fiddle with Ethan’s tie. “Don’t wear yourself out this afternoon, okay.”

Ethan leant forward to rest his forehead against Danny’s. “I’ll see what I can do.” He brought their lips back together for a few moments, before pulling back with a small sigh. “What did I possibly do to deserve you?”

“Nothing remotely bad enough,” Danny chuckled, opening the door for him. “See you in a few hours.”

“See you, sugar,” Ethan grinned, giving him a small wave.

Once he was gone, Danny slowly turned back into the room and walked lazily back over to the bed.

“Well, I like him,” Katie said, as Danny sat next to her.

“Me too,” he sighed, lying back on the bed. “He gets really busy, so we don’t get to go out much…” He smiled up at the ceiling for a few moments, before looking back at her, clearing his throat. “You, uh… You like him?”

She shrugged. “He seems nice. And you two looked so natural together. It was cute.”

“Yeah, he is…” Danny breathed, and Katie laughed.

“You’d better have told him you love him,” she said. “I’ve never seen anything more obvious.”

“Huh?” Danny sat up again.

“You’re completely smitten, you idiot.” She shook her head, amused. “Both of you. How can you not see that?”

“Well, I mean…” Danny trailed off. “I do really enjoy spending time with him…”

Katie furrowed her brow and stared at him for a few seconds. “Do you love him?”

Danny frowned. “Katie, I--”

“It’s a simple enough question, and I think the answer is pretty clear, too. Do you love him?”

They looked at each other in silence for a moment, before Danny glanced down. “Yeah, I think I do.”

Katie gave a small squeal and pulled him into a hug. “Danny! This is perfect! He seems really sweet and he’s cute, too, and he obviously loves you… You need to tell him!”

“Maybe later,” Danny muttered softly.

“‘Maybe’?” Katie gasped. “I get that maybe you’re not ready to say it now, but you have to tell him sometime! What if he thinks you don’t? You can’t leave it too late!”

“Yeah, I know,” he said quietly, then smiled. “What about Chris? Why didn’t you insist I say it to him?”

“Well, I didn’t really see you interact,” she explained. “Maybe you have that kind of chemistry in person, but I didn’t see that. But with Ethan, you just… I dunno. You clicked. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so in love.” Seeing him chew his lip slightly, she sighed and hugged him tighter. “Don’t rush it, just work on it, okay?”

Danny gave a small nod, then shook his head. “What about you?”

Seeming to accept his change of subject, she pulled back from the hug and folded her arms. “What about me?”

“Are you seeing anyone at the moment? Any crushes?”

“Hell no!” she laughed.

Danny smiled. “You make it sound like it’s ridiculous.”

“Well…” Katie gave a half shrug. “I guess I wanted to talk to you about that…”

“Yeah?” Danny crossed his legs, sitting opposite her. “Is everything alright? Is someone giving you trouble, or…?”

“Oh, no, everything’s fine!” she said quickly. “I just…” She took a deep breath. “I think I might actually be aromantic.”

Danny nodded. “That’s fine.”

“It is?” Her shoulders slumped. “I mean… obviously it is. But it’s okay with you?”

“Of course.” He reached out and put a hand on her arm. “Nothing wrong with that. But I know it can be a big deal telling people, so well done. I’ll always have your back.”

A wide smile stretched across her face, and she gave a relieved laugh. “I just thought… Well, I know sometimes that kinda thing isn’t really accepted by people, even other people who aren’t straight. I see people invalidate asexuality a lot, so I’d expect it would be even worse for aromanticism, because even less people know about that. I know a few ace people in my school’s GSA, but no one who’s aro. I feel… pretty alone sometimes. Like no one will ever really be able to love me because I can’t handle romance.”

“Hey…” Danny soothed, initiating a hug of his own. “You’ll always have me. And, besides, I know a few aro people and some of them are in perfectly happy relationships.”

He felt her shrug. “I know some aro people are okay with romance, even though they don’t feel that way… But it just makes me really uncomfortable and even though I really want to have some kind of relationship, I know I can’t…”

Danny shook his head. “Relationships don’t have to be romantic, Katie. You know Ash? He’s just the same - aromantic and completely romance repulsed. But look at him and Berry… They couldn’t be happier.”

Katie pulled back. “Ash is aro and romance repulsed?” she asked, surprised. “But… weren’t you…?”

“We were in a relationship, yeah,” Danny finished. “Just not a romantic one. If you really want to be with someone, then just work out your boundaries and make them clear. Work out what you’re uncomfortable with, and get rid of those things. He always said to Berry and me that what he wanted in a partner was a best friend. Even in a romantic relationship, you should look for someone like that, too. You can just skip out on the romance.”

“That’s… that’s really a thing?” She looked shocked, but excited. “Because that’s what I want. I want to be able to spend my life with someone and for it to be a committed, steady relationship, but without it being romantic. And that’s what they have?”

Danny nodded. “Yeah. You should go talk to them about it sometime.”

Grinning, Katie pulled Danny back into yet another hug. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“No problem,” he chuckled. “But I’ll warn you now… from my experience with Ash, you’re probably gonna come up against some rough patches. Romance is so widespread and ingrained into society, and as someone who doesn’t relate to that, it might get you down a little, but remember you can always find people to talk to about that. There’s me, and then I’m sure he’ll be there for you, too. He’ll understand. He told us that a lot of his trouble was that he didn’t have any other aro people he knew that he could talk to, so I know he’ll be able to help if you need someone.”

“You’re the best, Danny,” she murmured into his shoulder. “I don’t know why I was nervous to tell you. I haven’t told Mum and Dad because I don’t think they’ll understand, even though they’re fine with you, so I thought maybe you’d also not understand. Sorry…”

“It’s fine, Katie. I’m really proud of you for telling me, and I do feel pretty honoured.” He sighed. “You’re probably right about Mum and Dad, though… I’m sorry…”

She shrugged. “I’ve accepted that I might not be able to tell them for a while. I’m just glad I can talk to you.”

“Always,” Danny smiled.

They stayed in the hug for a few more seconds, before Katie quickly pulled back.

“Ugh, that’s enough sentimentality for today!”

Danny laughed. “I hear you! Come on, how about I show you around some of the campus?”

“That sounds great!”

Danny led them back across the room and pulled the door open. “Let’s go!”

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Atonal #2

Title: Zoom (The Last Dinosaurs) Pairing: MCxHunt Warnings: None Summary: A series of drabbles/one-shots based on songs. For full effect, listen to the song in the title as you read. (Or not, it’s your life.)

When Hunt found out he was invited to the premiere party for Chris Winter’s latest film, he figured it wouldn’t get any worse than being forced to mingle with people who had the IQ of a common squirrel and sub-par hors d’oeuvres.

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One Look (Alli)

Written by Alli (alli-ann-seville)

Game: HWU Genre/s: romance, drama Ship/s: Thaneree (Thomas Hunt x Bree Wesley x Kane Washington) Warnings: none Word Count: 1,340 words

Author’s note: I am an absolute sucker (in a good way) for this threesome. This story is, of course, for Bree ( breeisjustanawkwardturtle ), and I have absolutely no regrets.

Original prompt belongs to hwusoph.

The song used is “You are in Love” by Taylor Swift. Enjoy!

One Look

“Ethan, what are we doing here?”

Bree Wesley was standing outside a newly-opened lounge with her best friends Kane Washington, Addison Sinclair, and Ethan Blake.

“I heard this place was like a coffee shop, but with alcohol,” Ethan said with a slight chuckle. “The perfect place for us to unwind after this week.”

“And you didn’t want to go to my karaoke bar?” Kane quickly asked.

Ethan laughed and shook his head. “You’d still be working. You need to chill out like the rest of us.”

Kane smiled and rolled his eyes. “If you insist…”

“Of course he insists!” Addison chimed in. “He needs it as much as we do.”

“You’re spoiling us, Ethan,” Bree said with her arms crossed, a smile on her face.

Ethan smiled. “I’m only going to make that worse; everything is on me tonight.”

Addison giggled softly. “Oh, that’s why.”

“Can we get inside already?” Bree asked before the others could add on something.

“Of course we can go in, darlin’,” Kane replied, his hand swiftly going for the door.

The second they walked in, there’s soft piano music playing. A man in a pitch black suit sat at the piano, and Bree and Kane exchanged glances in response to how familiar the figure at the instrument seemed to be as they sat down at a booth with Addison and Ethan.

Minutes passed by before the first round of drinks is brought to the table. Addison’s drink is a martini, Ethan’s is a water (before he moves on to rum), Bree’s a hot tea, and Kane’s a coffee.

The man at the piano started up another song, quickly adding vocals to this song unlike the past ones he played.

One look, dark room Meant just for you Time moved too fast You play it back

“Oh, I love this song!” Addison said with a smile, clasping her hands together.

Buttons on a coat Lighthearted joke No proof, not much But you saw enough

Ethan’s the first of the four of them to recognize who’s singing, and when he did, his eyes widened and he almost spat out his water.

“What is it, Ethan?” Bree asked, concerned.

“Listen,” was all Ethan could say.

The table got quiet.

Small talk, he drives Coffee at midnight The light reflects The chain on your neck He says “look up” And your shoulders brush No proof, one touch You felt enough

You can hear it in the silence, silence You can feel it on the way home, way home You can see it with the lights out, lights out You are in love, true love You are in love

“Alright, Ethan, what gives?” Kane finally asked.

“You don’t recognize who that is?” Ethan quickly retorted.

The other three shook their heads.

Ethan sighed. “That’s Professor Hunt!” He whispered loudly so that they didn’t cause a scene.

Bree and Kane’s faces paled. So it was who they thought it was earlier.

…Well, this was going to make things a little awkward.

Both Bree and Kane had history with Thomas Hunt, but in two completely different ways. Bree was an on-and-off ex-girlfriend, while Kane was quite often being Bree’s protector against Thomas. The last time any of them saw each other was six months ago, and already the encounter was something neither Bree nor Kane wanted to speak of in front of Addison and Ethan again.

And yet… something was different about this whole thing compared to the awkward encounters before.

Morning, his place Burnt toast, Sunday You keep his shirt He keeps his word And for once, you let go Of your fears and your ghosts One step, not much But it said enough

Listening to the words, Bree and Kane looked at each other, as if this was some unspoken code for a conversation between them.

You kiss on sidewalks You fight and you talk One night, he wakes Strange look on his face Pauses, then says “You’re my best friend” And you knew what it was He is in love

Bree’s facial expression reflected confusion, wondering the same thing as Kane: why didn’t Thomas change any of the words to the song at all?

You can hear it in the silence, silence You can feel it on the way home, way home You can see it with the lights out, lights out You are in love, true love

They both think about the whole situation for a moment: some lyrics represented a memory from the past relationship Bree had with Thomas, but not all of them made sense.

Unless…

Kane’s eyes widened as he realized something:

Thomas was singing about him too and not just Bree - not only that, but Thomas had fallen in love with him too.

…No wonder things had seemed a bit different this time.

And so it goes You two are dancing in a snow globe round and round And he keeps a picture of you in his office downtown You understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars And why I’ve spent my whole life trying to put it into words

Bree and Kane glanced at each other one last time, coming to an agreement with only their eyes as they exited the booth and went into a hallway by the restrooms, hoping that if Thomas was paying attention, he’d take the hint.

You can hear it in the silence, silence You can feel it on the way home, way home You can see it with the lights out, lights out You are in love, true love You’re in love

You can hear it in the silence, silence You can feel it on the way home, way home You can see it with the lights out, lights out You are in love, true love You’re in love

You’re in love You are in love, true love You’re in love

As soon as the song ended and the crowd applauded, Thomas stood up from the piano bench and took a bow. He buttoned his suit jacket before exiting the stage and walking out toward the hallway.

None of them spoke for a moment, looking into the others’ eyes as if making sure that what was happening was actually real.

“Will the both of you ever forgive me for my actions…?” Thomas finally asked to break the silence, keeping himself composed for the moment. “I know that I haven’t been the best person to either of you… ever… but I promise that I won’t do what I did to both of you ever again.” He sighed, his voice about to crack. “I-It took me a while to find out for myself what I really wanted… and-” There was the crack. “-a-and I want you. Both of you.” He let one single tear fall from his face as the rest of his body stayed hard as a stone. “No more regrets between us. And no more running away. Not again.”

Bree and Kane were at a loss for words until, after another silent moment, Bree walked over and wrapped an arm around Thomas. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

Thomas nodded firmly. “Now that I’ve realized this, I’ve never wanted anything more. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

“In that case…” Bree smiled before standing on her toes - even in her heels - and kissing Thomas softly. “I can forgive you.”

“So can I,” Kane replied, wrapping his arm around Bree as she let go of Thomas.

Thomas let out a sigh of relief, showing a small smile.

“Now, were you just going to do an impromptu gig and leave?” Kane asked. “Or were you going to stay and have a round or two?”

Shrugging, Thomas chuckled a bit. “Well, I guess I do have a reason to celebrate with a couple rounds.”

Bree giggled and grabbed Thomas’s hand and led as the three of them started on their way back to the booth.

“You’re still kind of an asshole, Thomas,” Kane said frankly, “but you’re our asshole.”

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Welcome To The Family: Chapter 2 (Trinity)

Written by Trinity (tracematthews)

Game: Hollywood U Genre/s: Drama, Romance Ship/s: Trace/Chris Winters Warnings: None Word Count: 1142

Author’s note: This chapter is long overdue, it took me a while but I’m done! This is dedicated to Fatima thomasorsonhunt. <3 ily

Chapter One

Chris, his parents, and I sat at the dining room table in complete silence. I kept my eyes down on my plate, avoiding making eye contact with Nancy who was sitting right across from me. I was afraid to say anything after witnessing the argument between her and Chris. You could cut the tension between them with a knife, and it made me extremely uncomfortable to be caught in the middle of their dispute.

“So… Chris,” Chris’ mother began, breaking the frigid silence. “I forgot to mention this earlier, but I invited Tyler and Sean over for a visit. They should be here sometime tomorrow morning.”

“Great. Why don’t we just have a full-on family reunion while we’re at it?”

“I think that would be a great idea. It’s been awhile since you’ve seen the rest of the family, and I’m, uh, sure they would, um… love to meet Trace.” I glanced up at her, and she gave a fake, close-lipped smile.

“Awesome,” Chris mumbled. “More people to judge me.” I placed a firm hand on his knee. “Chris, control yourself,” I muttered sharply, not wanting his temper to get out of control again.

“Christopher, please. Now is not the time,” Nancy said. And for once, I agreed with her. I already had enough drama for one day.

“And when I told you I was getting married wasn’t the time for you to shit all over everything like you always have a fabulous way of doing.”

I sighed in defeat. Here we go again.

“Chris, don’t talk to your mother like that,” John said sternly. “It doesn’t matter how grown you are, it’s disrespectful.”

“What’s disrespectful was how she treated Trace and I earlier.”

“You know that was not what I intended, Chris.”

“It wasn’t? Then why do you always act like this every time I try to make decisions for myself?”

“I just don’t think marriage is good for you right now! I don’t want you to-”

“You don’t want me to what? Be happy? I honestly expected a lot more support from my own mother, but I guess I was fucking mistaken.” Chris slammed his fork down, stood up from the table, and stormed out of the dining room. His hard footsteps echoed throughout the house until I heard a door slam and it suddenly got quiet again.

I let out an exasperated sigh and excused myself from the table. I quickly exited the dining room and dashed upstairs to find Chris.

“Chris?” I called out as I pushed open the door to the guest room where we were supposed to stay. Chris was standing in the middle of the room, rubbing his temples and rocking back and forth on his heels, breathing heavily.

“Chris...? Are you okay?” I asked and entered the room, closing the door behind me. I took a few steps toward him and lightly put my hand on his shoulder. “Calm down and talk to me, please.”

“I’m sorry, Trace, but this is just so frustrating… she’s always fucking like this...”

“Like what...?” I asked.

“She always has a problem with everything I do. It’s just not fair.”

“I know it’s not fair... but I don’t think cussing your mom out at the dinner table is helping your case.”

“What did you expect me to do?”

“Um, definitely not that.” I took both of his hands in mine and looked up at him to see that his glassy blue eyes were filling with tears, which surprised me a little. I wasn’t used to Chris being so… emotional.

“Look at me, Chris. I know how hard it is for someone that’s supposed to love you not accept you for who you are. It hurts. It hurts really fucking bad. But you can’t just keep lashing out at her. I think you guys should just sit down and have a real discussion."

“Like that’s going to work,” he mumbled, his gaze drifting down to the floor. “I don’t think I’ve told you, but I haven’t always had the best relationship with my mom and… let’s just say we don’t always see eye to eye.” He closed his eyes and took another deep inhale. “I’m just so upset because… I’ve been with you for so long, and I thought she would at least be accepting by now. I thought things would be different. Fuck…”

“It takes time, Chris,” I said and cupped his face in my hands. “ I know it’s hard right now, but I promise you that things will get better.”

And hopefully in time for the wedding...

“Thank you, Trace.” He gave me a small smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” He exhaled deeply and lowered his head, pressing his forehead against mine, and gave me a kiss.

"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable again. It’s been a long day and I don’t really feel too well.”

“It’s okay. Do you… want to go back out there and finish eating?”

“Hell no.”

“Me neither, to be honest,” I said with a nervous laugh. “Do you want me to go tell your parents…?”

“That’d be great. Thanks.”

I released myself from Chris’ embrace and turned to leave the room. I opened the door and stepped out into the hallway. I closed the door and began to make my way back to the dining room until I bumped into John.

“Gah! I’m sorry!” I exclaimed and took a few steps back from him.” I was just going to, um, tell you that Chris and I won’t be returning to dinner....”

“I kind of figured that,” John said. “I actually wanted to come and talk to you.”

“Um, about what?”

“I wanted to apologize for my wife’s behavior.”

“You don’t have to do that. I mean, I completely understand where she’s coming from.” I nervously tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “I’m used to this type of thing.”

“That’s an awful thing to be used to.” His eyebrows drew together in concern. “But I can assure you, all this shenanigans isn’t for the reason you think.”

Oh?

“I thought it was made pretty clear that she doesn’t want Chris marrying me because I’m a man.”

“It’s a lot deeper than that…” he continued. “It’s just some things that happened in the past, that’s all. It doesn’t have anything to do with you at all, so don’t waste your time worrying about it.”

“Oh… alright then.”

“Anyways…” John cleared his throat then flashed me a big smile. “It was nice to be able to finally meet you, Trace. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, sir.” I turned around and headed back down the hallway to the guest room. I was so confused. I knew it wasn’t any of my business, but I felt like there was a lot that Chris wasn’t telling me.

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Pretty Special (Ashton)

Written by Ashton (danielnelsen​)

Game: High School Story Genre/s: General Ship/s: Danny/Ace Warnings: none Word Count: 593

Author’s Note: I needed to write some Danny/Ace drabble because of archie-holywoodu-art-blog

Danny was finding it hard to get Ace out of his mind. They had spent most of the day campaigning, then had practiced his debating long into the afternoon, but it wasn’t the politics that he had stuck in his head. It was the lines, the looks, the charm… He sighed, looking around the quad, which was mostly deserted, except for a few of his friends. He spotted Ace pacing back and forth in front of a bench, talking quickly into his phone, took a deep breath, and walked towards him. Seeing him approach, Ace held up a hand as he wrapped up the phone call.

“…Yes, and tell him that he’s got until Sunday. … No, this Sunday. … Work with me, Montillique. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.” He ended the call, sighing, then looked up. “Danny.”

“Uh… problem?” Danny asked, and Ace waved the question off.

“Not at all,” he smiled. “What’s up?”

“Well…” Danny began. “I actually wanted to ask you something…” He trailed off, hesitating.

Ace studied his face curiously, and Danny felt his cheeks warm.

“I, uh… I mean… Well, I thought maybe, um…” he stammered. Ace waited patiently as he took a few more breaths, trying to get his thoughts in order. “I was wondering if you wanted to go to, uh… a cafe, or something,” he said quickly. “N-not to work on my campaign, or anything. Just us. I mean, that could be just with us… But not for that. Um… Just, uh, for… for fun…? No, not forfun… Well, it would be fun, but…” His blush deepened. “Sorry,” he mumbled, and Ace’s smile softened.

“Are you asking me out, Danny?” he asked, earning a quick nod in reply. “I’m touched,” he said, genuinely. “Um…” It was the first time Danny had seen him falter, and he thought the way that Ace tilted his head slightly and fiddled with the phone in his hands was unbelievably cute. “I… I can’t,” he responded. “I’m sorry…”

Danny nodded, hoping his cheeks hadn’t gone too red. “That’s okay,” he assured him. “It was a bit of a long shot, anyway.”

“It’s not you, Danny,” Ace quickly added. “I just… I don’t…”

“Oh! Oh, I didn’t assume…! Not that there would be anything wrong with that, um…”

“Breathe,” Ace chuckled. “You’re fine, Danny. And I’m not straight, either.”

Danny gave a slow nod. “Right…”

“I’m asexual,” he clarified. “Not that that affects who I date. That’s just not on the agenda at the moment.”

“You’re asexual…” Danny repeated, thoughtfully. “That’s… convenient. Given your name, I mean.”

Ace laughed. “That’s what I was going for when I chose it.”

“You chose your name?”

Ace shrugged. “Yeah, why not? I like it.”

“So do I,” Danny blurted. “Uh…” He shuffled his feet awkwardly. “Sorry, maybe I should go… Just forget this happened, okay?”

Ace placed a hand on his arm, looking softly into his eyes. “It’s cool, Danny. I think it’s a little farfetched to say I’ll forget - I meant it when I said I was touched - but this doesn’t have to affect anything. I’ll keep working with you through your campaign, and I’ll stay in touch after you win. You’re… you’re pretty special, Danny.”

Danny gave him a shy smile. “You’re not too bad yourself.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow for the debate, okay?” He slowly withdrew his hand, his eyes sparkling. “You’re going to do great.”

“Thanks, Ace.”

Danny’s cheeks were still pink as he gave a small wave and turned to walk away, still smiling to himself.