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Title: Strawberry flavour, chapter 3/?
Author: Las
Pairings: Jonne/Linde, Jonne/Ville (not sure if I’m gonna live up to that one…), Ville/Linde
Rating (this chapter): PG
Summary: Linde holds a secret love...
Author’s notes: Because I was reminded this morning it’s time to write more… sorry that it's not longer!
Find all the other chapters here!
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Things changed. It was good to feel his heart beating in his chest again, and feel a smile forming on his lips each morning, just because someone was there for him. Whatever the true reasons or true feelings behind whatever-it-was that was going on between him and Jonne, Linde secretly loved feeling special again.
He didn’t want to think about how this was supposed to be him and Ville all along. Or how this was destined to end at the end of the tour anyway, and how everything would be back to dull and lonely when that happened.
Under Jonne’s influence Linde had even started drinking again, which he hoped would go unnoticed, but of course there was little chance of that. As soon as he ordered his beer, his friends fell quiet and stared at him in amazement - then at Jonne.
“He hasn’t had a drop in him since… the birth of his daughter! What did you do to him?” Mige joked with a loud laugh.
“Perhaps we should have kissed him senseless.”
Ville’s remark set loose a wave of teasing remarks about the ‘lovebirds’, both from Linde’s and Jonne’s friends - even if the Negative members seemed to do so with a sigh. Linde thought he might know what they were thinking, and he didn’t want to be reminded of it. Jonne is still a slut. A sweet one, but he is.
And so, Jonne took it all with a graceful smile and pulled Linde closer, but from Linde’s face the smile had faded. It was not their right to make fun of them. Why can’t they stay out of it? I’m happy pretending this is all as normal as it used to be.
For the first time, even Migé and Ville felt like strangers, and he had no urge to enlighten them about the situation. The alcohol dragged him down into silent pessimism.
In his recollection he hadn’t even had that much to drink, but by the time they decided to go back to the hotel Linde’s head spun. He could only just keep his act together when Jonne called Ville for help to support him. It was only then that silent butterflies once more sneaked into his stomach - one love on the one side, one love on the other.
Ville took him to bed and covered his face with soft kisses.
The next morning Linde was reminded again what a hangover felt like, and the realisation that it was Jonne who’d gone with him and not Ville last night, wasn’t a pleasant one either. This was their day off, and he would be happy to just stay in bed all day being miserable.
He was left alone for most of the morning, then a rapid knocking on the door woke him out of his hazy state. While wondering whether he was going to react or not, he heard Migé’s voice. “Lin, I brought you brunch. Better open up!”
With a groan, Linde got up from his bed and groggily unlocked the door. He looked the big man up and down, from the knowing smirk to tray with fresh bread and orange juice. “Okay, thank you.”
Migé pretended to offended. “Can’t I come in? After going through all this trouble?”
Linde gave him a tired look, but couldn’t help but smile at the other’s determined expression. “Fine, if you’re sure.”
“Just reminds me of the good old days… in love, are you?” Migé elegantly set the dray down on the small table, and pulled back a chair. “There you go, monsieur.”
Linde sent the other man the darkest look he could muster. “What do you want?”
“Should I want anything?”
Linde just sighed and sat down, hunger overtaking his wish that he'd never let his friend in.
Migé sat down on the bed and quietly watched him eat for a while. “We just want to be sure you’re alright, you know.”
Linde was slow to respond, his brain not cooperating with coming up with a smart reply. “‘We’? And why shouldn’t I be alright?”
“‘We’, as in your band? If you remember us?” Migé added with a pointed look. “You’ve hardly spoken to any of us in between the gigs.”
“Sorry,” Linde replied flatly, and continued eating.
“We’re not angry. We’re happy that you seem happier, and are getting back to your old self. If you want to be with Jonne, you know we’re not objecting or anything. We’re your friends. There’s no need to avoid us.”
“Migé…” Linde met the other man’s eyes, suppressing his annoyance. He’s here on behalf of the band to talk sense into me. Gah, who has grown boring over all these years? He knew what Migé suspected his reaction would be - a bit of shame, a lot of sense, and a ‘thank you’ that they cared so much. Linde’s head throbbed dully. “I really don’t need your permission or approval.”
“That’s not what I’m saying,” Migé protested.
“Well I’m not quite sure what it is you’re saying, and I don’t really want to know either,” Linde sneered. “I’m doing fine, I’m ‘hopelessly’ in love with someone who is - after Ville, naturally - the most sexy guy on earth, and we’ve already made marriage plans and will adopt children. Happy now?”
Migé just stared at him, light frown on his forehead, eyes speaking of mixed annoyance, hurt and confusion.
Linde felt a blush coming to his cheeks, and rose abruptly. “I’m gonna have a shower. I’ll see you around.” A few moments later, he heard Migé leaving the room, and he felt a pang of guilt as he stepped under the warm spray of the shower. I never knew how much pent up frustration I had. I’ve been spending way too much time with these people.
Author: Las
Pairings: Jonne/Linde, Jonne/Ville (not sure if I’m gonna live up to that one…), Ville/Linde
Rating (this chapter): PG
Summary: Linde holds a secret love...
Author’s notes: Because I was reminded this morning it’s time to write more… sorry that it's not longer!
Find all the other chapters here!
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Things changed. It was good to feel his heart beating in his chest again, and feel a smile forming on his lips each morning, just because someone was there for him. Whatever the true reasons or true feelings behind whatever-it-was that was going on between him and Jonne, Linde secretly loved feeling special again.
He didn’t want to think about how this was supposed to be him and Ville all along. Or how this was destined to end at the end of the tour anyway, and how everything would be back to dull and lonely when that happened.
Under Jonne’s influence Linde had even started drinking again, which he hoped would go unnoticed, but of course there was little chance of that. As soon as he ordered his beer, his friends fell quiet and stared at him in amazement - then at Jonne.
“He hasn’t had a drop in him since… the birth of his daughter! What did you do to him?” Mige joked with a loud laugh.
“Perhaps we should have kissed him senseless.”
Ville’s remark set loose a wave of teasing remarks about the ‘lovebirds’, both from Linde’s and Jonne’s friends - even if the Negative members seemed to do so with a sigh. Linde thought he might know what they were thinking, and he didn’t want to be reminded of it. Jonne is still a slut. A sweet one, but he is.
And so, Jonne took it all with a graceful smile and pulled Linde closer, but from Linde’s face the smile had faded. It was not their right to make fun of them. Why can’t they stay out of it? I’m happy pretending this is all as normal as it used to be.
For the first time, even Migé and Ville felt like strangers, and he had no urge to enlighten them about the situation. The alcohol dragged him down into silent pessimism.
In his recollection he hadn’t even had that much to drink, but by the time they decided to go back to the hotel Linde’s head spun. He could only just keep his act together when Jonne called Ville for help to support him. It was only then that silent butterflies once more sneaked into his stomach - one love on the one side, one love on the other.
Ville took him to bed and covered his face with soft kisses.
The next morning Linde was reminded again what a hangover felt like, and the realisation that it was Jonne who’d gone with him and not Ville last night, wasn’t a pleasant one either. This was their day off, and he would be happy to just stay in bed all day being miserable.
He was left alone for most of the morning, then a rapid knocking on the door woke him out of his hazy state. While wondering whether he was going to react or not, he heard Migé’s voice. “Lin, I brought you brunch. Better open up!”
With a groan, Linde got up from his bed and groggily unlocked the door. He looked the big man up and down, from the knowing smirk to tray with fresh bread and orange juice. “Okay, thank you.”
Migé pretended to offended. “Can’t I come in? After going through all this trouble?”
Linde gave him a tired look, but couldn’t help but smile at the other’s determined expression. “Fine, if you’re sure.”
“Just reminds me of the good old days… in love, are you?” Migé elegantly set the dray down on the small table, and pulled back a chair. “There you go, monsieur.”
Linde sent the other man the darkest look he could muster. “What do you want?”
“Should I want anything?”
Linde just sighed and sat down, hunger overtaking his wish that he'd never let his friend in.
Migé sat down on the bed and quietly watched him eat for a while. “We just want to be sure you’re alright, you know.”
Linde was slow to respond, his brain not cooperating with coming up with a smart reply. “‘We’? And why shouldn’t I be alright?”
“‘We’, as in your band? If you remember us?” Migé added with a pointed look. “You’ve hardly spoken to any of us in between the gigs.”
“Sorry,” Linde replied flatly, and continued eating.
“We’re not angry. We’re happy that you seem happier, and are getting back to your old self. If you want to be with Jonne, you know we’re not objecting or anything. We’re your friends. There’s no need to avoid us.”
“Migé…” Linde met the other man’s eyes, suppressing his annoyance. He’s here on behalf of the band to talk sense into me. Gah, who has grown boring over all these years? He knew what Migé suspected his reaction would be - a bit of shame, a lot of sense, and a ‘thank you’ that they cared so much. Linde’s head throbbed dully. “I really don’t need your permission or approval.”
“That’s not what I’m saying,” Migé protested.
“Well I’m not quite sure what it is you’re saying, and I don’t really want to know either,” Linde sneered. “I’m doing fine, I’m ‘hopelessly’ in love with someone who is - after Ville, naturally - the most sexy guy on earth, and we’ve already made marriage plans and will adopt children. Happy now?”
Migé just stared at him, light frown on his forehead, eyes speaking of mixed annoyance, hurt and confusion.
Linde felt a blush coming to his cheeks, and rose abruptly. “I’m gonna have a shower. I’ll see you around.” A few moments later, he heard Migé leaving the room, and he felt a pang of guilt as he stepped under the warm spray of the shower. I never knew how much pent up frustration I had. I’ve been spending way too much time with these people.