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I'm back into the writing mood after some heavy shit.

Now opening up the requests for Will Poulter, Jeremy Allen White, Ben Hardy (and their characters) as well as the usual roster.

Will and JAW girlies slid into the DM's

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GEORGE MACKAY  in  femme.  dir. sam h. freeman & ng choon ping (coming soon).

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it’s probably just me but for LPAG i can only think of Max Minghella as Jude...

He is beautiful!

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Hey I was wondering if you had a master list

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George MacKay for Flaunt Magazine

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George MacKay＠FLAUNT - Issue 176.

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Dear Diary Prt. 13

A/N: We're back Baby

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December 22nd, 2011

Dear Diary,

It’s six o'clock in the morning, a ludicrous time to be awake really, but we’ve got a long day ahead of us. We’re driving home with George and Jordan today.

Now, We’ve been doing this for a couple of months, and it’s been working out well. Starting everything off with ‘Dear Diary’ (something I was critical off, but now is so natural) and then me verbally purging my innermost, and most inappropriate thoughts onto the painfully white pages - We’ve done well, we’ve faced a lot but now we’re going up against the most painful thing we’ve ever faced since we started this journey.

Christmas with my family

Don’t get me wrong, I love my family but they drive me insane with their constant nagging about my love life - now at least I’ll have something to brag about - and my career choices.

Will I work in the family practice? Go on to a surgery discipline?

Drives me mental.

I’ll write more soon, I have to get my parka into my bag,

Love, Y/N.

December 22nd, 2011 - One o'clock

Jordan, George and I are finally in the car, we left after Jordan and George practically had to pull me from why bedroom as I was running around picking up anything I might need on the week-long visit.

“Y/N,” George yelled from the couch. “You nearly done?"

"Yeah.” I puffed out. “Just tryna….” Breathing raggedly from trying to shove my parka into the bag.

“What?"

"Parka,” I grunted. The material for this thing was too damn puffy, and not nearly malleable enough. “Just trying to fit it,"

"Just carry it Y/N,” Jordan called, “We’ve gotta get on the road, or we’ll not be there until tonight and I don’t know about your mum,” He appeared at the door, eyes watching me as I tried to fold the material, “But mine’s already threatened to cut off my balls if I’m late for tea, and I quiet like my balls, useful for things,”

"He’s right,” George called.

“I know he is,” I groaned pulling the coat out of the overstuffed bag. “That’s why it’s so annoying.” I zipped the duffle up and pulled the coat over my body, looking to Jordan who was giving me a toothy grin. I still can’t believe this is the same Jordan who tried hitting on me the first night I’d met him, and subsequently every night out up until a couple weeks ago,

“Y/N?” Jordan snapped his fingers, “You in there?”

“What?” I shook my head, “Yeah, I’m here.” I picked up the bag and looked around. “Okay,“ I looked around checking for anything I may have forgotten to shove into the bag, "I’m ready,"

"Finally,” Jordan clapped. “Let’s go, I’ll carry it,” He reached for the duffle. I passed it over to him, closing my bedroom door behind us as we walked into the living room.

“Where are your bags?” I looked around for George and Jordan’s luggage.

“We put it in the car before we came to get you,” George pulled open the front door and stepped into the hallway, holding it open for us.

“Such a gentlemen,” Jordan teased as he passed George. I quickly looked around making sure everything was locked. “Harry checked it all before he and Dean left,”

“Oh,” I walked out the door and waited for the pair. “Ready?”

“Only a couple hours till we all get to eat a home-cooked meal,” Jordan cheered.

“Only a couple hours until my mother and father, and the rest of my family ask me unending questions about my first semester, you mean.” I altered.

“Tell em about the time you got drunk,” Jordan suggested as I shut the door behind us,

“Which time,” George cackled to himself as we began our way down the hallway,

“I think the nacho time was probably the best one,” Jordan smirked,

“Oh, you mean the dinner we weren’t invited too?” George looked over to Jordan, a smile bubbling on his face.

“That’s the one I mean George,” Jordan pushed open the door to the stairwell.

“It was supposed to be a study session,” I defended myself, “Dean turned it into something more, not me.”

“Don’t blame Dean just because you didn’t want us there,” George tutted.

“Yeah Y/N,”

“But don’t worry Y/N, we have five hours to discuss why you didn’t invite us to dinner,” I could hear the smirk in George’s voice as we stepped down another flight.

“Seems like it’ll be more like five hours with two bullies in the car,"

"Don’t be silly Y/N,” Jordan threw his arm around my shoulder. “Doncaster is only 3 hours away,"

"Lucky me,”

“You love it Y/N, admit it.” George chuckled. “Wouldn’t want to make this drive with anyone else,”

He’s got you there Y/N, five hours sitting next to George… I need to sit in the front seat.

“Yeah sure,” I quickly moved down the stairs. Beat Jordan, Beat Jordan. Beat Jordan, Beat Jordan.

“So, now your in a rush Y/N?” Jordan laughed.

“No,” I called over my shoulder back towards the idle walking men, “Just wanted shotgun,” I screamed as I pushed open the final door and began running towards George’s car.

“No, you don’t Y/N,” Jordan screamed at me, the sound of his feet hitting the concrete stairs in the stairwell echoing as he ran after me. “I’m gonna get ya,"

"Stop it Jordan,” I squealed over my shoulder. “George, tell him to stop it,"

"Y/N?"

"Tom?” I stopped, Tom was standing in front of me, his hands in his pocket a look of confusion covering his face.

“What are you doin?” He laughed,

“Run Y/N!” George yelled from behind me as he emerged from the stairwell.

“Go!“ Tom pushed my shoulder gently sending me back into a full sprint towards the car. “Run Y/N,”

Jordan and I were neck and neck as we reached the car.

"Mine,” We screamed together, hands reaching out.

“I got it,” Jordan cheered his palm flat against the metal.

“Fuck,” I groaned, hands dropping to my knees as my lungs tried to kill themselves. “Jesus,"

"You really aren’t fit are you?"

"No,” I shook my head wildly, “Not at all,"

"After Christmas,” He patted my shoulder.

“Great,” I panted, hands still resting on my knees. “Can’t wait,"

"You alright Y/N?” George strolled towards me, Tom by his side. “You lost by the way,”

"Yes, I know.” I groaned. “Hi Tom,” I stood up a little straighter, ignoring the burning of my lungs, a smile coming to my lips as I took him in. “Won’t be a second George, I’ll meet you both in the car?"

"Yeah,” George held his hand out to Tom, “Happy Christmas,"

"See you in the New Year?” George nodded, “Mates throwing a party for New Years, you’re all welcome,"

"We’ll be there,” George winked cheekily at me as he passed. Tom walked over to me, pulling me to his chest,

“It’s going to be weird not seeing you for a week,” He mumbled into my hair, “I’ve grown used to seeing

you."

"At least it’s only a week,” I looked up at him. “I better go,” He nodded and leant down placing a chaste kiss on my lips. “Seven days,"

"Seven days,” He let go of me. His hand wrapped in mine as he walked with me to the car. He opened the door and waited for me to sit in the backseat behind Jordan, “Keep her safe MacKay,"

"Always,” George laughed as he started the ignition.

“Message me when you get there,"

"I will,” Tom closed the door and stepped back onto the footpath,

“Ready Y/N,” Jordan turned around in his seat looking back at me.

“Ready,”

So far the trip has been fine, Jordan, from the front seat, has been trying to get George and I to play I-spy with him, nearly the whole way, somehow he’s not figured out yet that if he stops picking things and looking at them for three minutes before he speaks we won’t guess so quickly what he’s chosen.

I’ll write more when I’m home diary, I’ll let you know how dinner with the family went.

Love Y/N,

December 22nd, 2011 - Seven o'clock

Dear Diary,

I just need to quickly write down what just happened for prosperity, then I have to run down and have dinner with the family. So it began when George had pulled up out the front of my house.

“Here we are,” George pulled the car into the curb bringing it to a still. I looked out the window and up at the house I’d grown up in. “You’re not going in?"

"Just want one more minute of silence before I run in and get bombarded with all the questions,"

"It won’t be that bad Y/N,” I looked from the house to him, He was leaning back on his headrest looking at me already.

“You don’t know my family,” I copied his form. “They’re mental, I’m surprised my mum hasn’t popped her head through the window yet,” I groaned. “And then it’ll be onto their constant nagging about my love life,”

“Least you have Tom now,"

"I wish it ended there, it’ll then go to my career choices. Will I work in the family practice? Go on to a surgery discipline maybe?” I let my head fall. “Every year, since I was fifteen they’ve been asking the same questions,"

"I’ll make you a deal, you go in there and face the hordes, and if it gets too much, send me a text saying Christmas tree and I’ll come to save you, we’ll run away together,"

"Christmas tree?” I laughed, George nodded his head,

“Christmas tree,"

"Okay,"

"Okay,” He reached across and pushed my fallen hair behind my ear, “You can do this, you’re Y/N Y/L/N,"

"Sounds so much bigger than it is when you say it,” I laughed picking up my duffle bag from my feet. I opened the door and went to step out, stopping to turn back to George, “Christmas Tree,” He nodded his head.

“I’ll be here, with bells on,"

“You’d look cute with bells on,”

“You’re cute when you’re flirting.”

“I wasn’t flirting.” I watched him as he turned away and looked up at the sky once more.

“I wish you had been. Tom better now how bloody lucky he is,”

So that happened. George happened. But he always happens when I don’t expect it…

Now it’s time for Christmas dinner with the family, I’ll write more if anything other than the nagging happens,

Love Y/N

December 23rd, 2011

Dear Diary,

I’ve survived two days (Basically two days), only just. I’m already starting to pull my hair out. The constant invasive questions from my family… It’s unbearable… The worst one though had to, by far come from my Aunt Mildred, who at dinner the night I’d arrived asked if I’d lost my virginity yet, or if that had happened a while ago. She then went into excruciating detail about how she lost her virginity.

I’ll never be the same.

I’ve considered messaging George, but I don’t want to ruin his time with his family.

Five more days Diary, five more days

December 24th, 2011

Dear Diary,

I’m ready to kill my family. As if Aunt Mildred’s descriptive, beyond detailed story about how she lost her virginity wasn’t enough. Now, my mum has sat me down, tonight, the night of the birth of Jesus mind you, and tried to have a safe sex talk with me… Like I haven’t known about sex, let alone sex for the last few years, since grade seven actually, and then she had the audacity to act surprised when I cut her off mid-sentence telling her I knew about the birds and the bees as she so aptly put it.

Now she thinks I’m lying about being a virgin.

Great. Just, great.

I had gotten through nearly three days before I’d sent a message to George, I needed some normalcy or my new sense of normalcy. He replied pretty quickly, saying he’d be out to pick me up, true to his word, Ten minutes later he was beeping out the front of my house.

“I’m going out,” I called as I trudged down the stairs.

“You can’t Y/N, it’s Christmas,” Mum cried from the kitchen as I passed by.

“It’s Christmas Eve, Ma.” I groaned. “I’m just going to see some old friends, and I’ll be home before tea,"

"Let her go,” Mildred called from her seat on the settee. “She’s only young once,” For once Aunt Mildred wasn’t speaking utter crap.

“I’ll be home soon,” I back out towards the front door when my mother didn’t protest to Mildred. “Before you know it,” I called finally as I shut the door behind me. I’d have to fight this battle later, but at least for now, I’d have a couple of hours without being driven up the wall.

“Your chariot, M'lady,” George called from inside his car, his head hanging out the window, I jogged over and slipped into the passenger side. “Your mum’s watching us,” I followed his line of sight to the window where my mum and Mildred had gathered to spy on us.

“And my Aunt Mildred.” George snorted turning the key in the ignition. “Where are we going?"

"No idea,"

"Want to play twenty questions?”

“Sure."

"You go first,” I moved in the seat so I was looking more directly at him. Watching as his lips pursed, before he smirked.

“Have you ever checked me out when I’ve walked away from you.” My cheeks burned a bright red. “And remember friend’s don’t lie to each other.” I leaned over the console a little.

“I am not answering that,” I gawked.

“Don’t worry, You just did,"

"My turn…. What’s your favourite eye colour,"

"Yours.” My heart melted as he looked over and smiled sending me a cheeky wink. “I like the colour of yours, What’s more important? Truth or Happiness?"

"Truth. We make our own happiness…” George nodded his head a smile pulling on his lips. “Have you ever been arrested?"

"Once.” He nodded his head, his jaw clenched a little as he spoke. “I was seventeen… Young and stupid."

"What happened?” I listened carefully to George. I’d seen many sides to him since our first night together on Ben Daniel’s roof, but this was new. A softer side, a more fragile side.

“This was when I was dating Laura Francis, you remember, her and Mason and Taylor?” He gave me a quick sideways glance, waiting for an indication I’d remembered his friends.

“Yeah,"

"We were out one night in Cambridge before we were eighteen mind you,” He cleared his throat as he thought about this next words, “We’d all been drinking with Mason’s older brother and his friends, so we were smashed, and we went to this club,” He cleared his throat again, His eyes narrowed as he watched the road, “I started a fight and a lot of stuff got broken, we all got arrested."

"Why’d you start a fight?"

"Laura was hooking up with another guy,"

"And you punched him.” I filled in the blanks. “And that’s how you got arrested."

"Yeah,"

"Well,” I cleared my own throat, “Laura was kind of a bitch in school, so it’s really not a big loss,” George’s lips move as laughter bubbled through.

“Only you can make me laugh over that, Y/N,” He shook his head. “What are your favourite hobbies?” I ran a hand through my hair, using the minute to digest the story George had told me,

“I like photography and writing.”

“I do always see you writing in your diary?” He looked across at me as we pulled to a stop. “What are you writing about?”

“Things,"

"Am I one of them?"

"What a thing?"

"Something you write about?"

"You’re in my life aren’t you?"

"Yes,"

"So yes, you are"

"Will you show me one day?"

"Maybe one day.” I nodded my head, I had no intent to show him, Diary.

“How about some food?” He pulled into the car park of the McDonalds we’d wasted hours in the night we’d met. “Is that?” His eyes narrowed as he leant forward on the steering wheel, squinting out into the sun. “No fucking way,” I followed his eyes to where he was looking. Standing beside a shitty old maroon car was Julian and Sarah.

“Julian,"

"And stalker Sarah,” George quipped. “They’ve seen us,” Julian had stood up straighter, nodding his head towards George’s car.

“Yup,” I nodded.

“Alright,” George cleared his throat and turned, his hand went to the back of my headrest, as I turned to face him. “We’re doing this,” He nodded. "We're doing this." He repeated without a second thought, he leaned in, his lips touching mine. His other hand ran up and grabbed my face, holding me in place. His tongue traced my bottom lip urging mine to open when I did our tongues touched. He pulled away lips going to my neck. “Y/N.” I grabbed onto his face and pulled him back up, reattaching our lips again. My hands left his face and went to his shirt, lifting it up as he pulled me over the console and onto his lap. I grabbed his shirt and lifted it up and over his head throwing it in the back seat. My lips went to his neck as he grabbed onto the handle for the seat, letting it fall backwards so we had more room. “Y/N, we need to stop.” George grabbed my face holding it gently. “Believe me, I’m a guy, and I don’t want to, but if we don't…” I nodded my head, opening the door and slipping out. I straightened my clothes and watched as George got out and pulled a shirt on.

“Y/N,” Her voice called across the car park, “Is that you?” I looked at George as Sarah called out to us, “Y/N Y/L/N,"

"George,” I groaned, “Can’t we do a drive-through order?"

"Not after than show,” He chuckled, fixing his shirt. “C'mon, we’ll just ignore her.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the doors. Sarah and Julian watched us as we neared them.

“So you two are a thing, huh?” Julian’s voice called as we passed. “Enjoy the slutty sloppy seconds MacKay,” My feet stilled, George’s hand squeezed mine.

“No, You know what,” I growled turning around. I stalked up to Julian and slapped him across the face, “How dare you,” I screamed. “You fucked this up Julian, you cheated on me with her,” I hissed at Sarah who’d slunk back. “So don’t think you can go around, accusing me of being a slut,” My eyes turned to slits. “You didn’t fuck me, and I’m sure if you did I wouldn’t have been able to feel it,"

"Fuck,” I heard George whisper under his breath.

“So next time you try and accuse me of being a slut because I’ve moved on, have a look back and think why that’s happened, you small cock fuck,” I turned on my heel and walked back to George,

“Y/N Y/L/N, I may just be in love with you,"

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Dear Diary readers. I created a TikTok and this video. Dream Grace was a legend and did a V/O for me for this whole thing!!

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Dear Diary Readers

Where are you! I have something amazing to show you!

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Let's Play A Game. CH.5

A/N: I'm so sorry this took so long, but enjoy the smut.

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He’d watched me all night, every move I made, from moving the fork from the container of chow mien to bringing it to my lips, his eyes never left me. As the red wine I’d drunk spilled out the side of my mouth and ran down my neck, he watched me.

“Something wrong?” I finally asked him when he’d groaned for the sixth time in the last hour as I reached up above me into the cupboard to return the dishes to their home after I’d spent the last fifteen minutes meticulously washing them.

“You.” He said simply.

“I’m wrong?” I grabbed another plate moving to my tippy-toes to put it back. As I reached I heard the chair scratch against the floor as he stood up. “I didn’t think I’d done anything wrong.”

“Really.” He was behind me now, his front pressing into my back as he took the plate from between my fingers and put it on the upper shelf. “Because from where I’m standing,” His hand dropped to my shoulder, running down until his fingers clasped around my wrist. “I can see how you are moving now, and all I can see is how you were moving last night.” Game, set, match.

“Oh,” I shrugged. “Is that all.” I moved my body, shuffling around in the small space he’d left me. “I thought you had some serious mental illness that was making you verbally react to every tiny thing I’d done throughout dinner.” I looked up at him a bright smile on my face. “I’m glad to know you’re all there,” I tapped a finger on the side of his head, just below his temple. “Well,” I shrugged. “As far as we know.” I drug my finger drown the side of his jaw.

“Cheeky,”

“Honest.” I slipped out under his arm and walked towards my bedroom. “I’m going to bed, can you please turn off the lights before you sleep on the couch.”

“Honeybird, I won’t be sleeping on the couch,” I snorted pushing the door open, as I turned back to look at him.

“If that’s what you really think,” I walked to the bed and slipped under the covers laying in the centre of the bed. I turned on the small radio by my bed to distract myself as my heart began beating erratically as I heard him shuffle about in the kitchen. The tink of the wine glass against the counter top. The muffle of his jacket as he stripped it off and threw it over the chairs. Then the sound of his feet tapping against the floor as he walked towards my bedroom.

“Move over Honeybird. You’re hogging the bed.”

“This isn’t the couch.”

“I know.” The cool air nipped at my skin as he lifted my quilt. “Don’t wanna move,” I felt the bed dip as he slid in beside me. “Look’s like we’re snuggling then,” His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me into his chest.

I hated how his hand on the bare skin on my hip made my heart beat faster.

“Hastings,” I wiggled trying to push his body off mine. “You need to leave me alone and get to the couch,”

“There’s no way to treat your boyfriend, is it?”

“I don’t know, let me go get one and I’ll let you know.”

“Are you saying I’m not your boyfriend.”

“I can’t believe this is how my night is ending.” I groaned from my spot on the bed. Long gone was the warmth the wine had provided me, now I was beginning to feel the cool chill of the night that had begun to settle, and I wasn’t sure if it was the remnants of the wine or if it were Hasting’s words that were beginning to make my cheeks flush against the chill of the room.

“I love this song,” Five hundred miles by the Proclaimers cut through the air. “When I wake up, well I know I’m gonna be, I’m gonna be the man who wakes up next to you.” Hastings sung softly his fingers drawing on my skin. “But I would walk five-hundred miles, and I would walk five-hundred more.” I let a laugh slip out, beyond entertained by the man in my bed, not that I’d ever tell him that. “See a good song.” He pushed some of my hair behind my ear as he continued to sing. “I remember when Johnny D’aleno broke your heart in eight grade and every time I saw you for two months after you were singing this song.”

“I was,” I nodded my head knowing where this story was heading.

“Until me,”

“Until you.” I reluctantly agreed. Praying for my brain to not relive the memories.

“You still mad at him?”

“Who Johnny?” He nodded his head. “Can I even be?” I was fourteen at the time and Johnny was the cutest boy in my grade, but of course every girl wanted him. “Should I be? I knew it would never happen, even at that age.”

“Even if you know it’s coming, you’re never prepared for it, and that.” Hastings let out a soft low whistle. “Your first heart break…” He shook his head. “I know how it feels,”

“What girl would be stupid enough to hurt the Jude Hastings?” His finger dragged over my hip again, slipping his finger underneath the waist band of my panties. “Hastings?”

“Bianca Phillips.” He conceded. “We dated,”

“I remember.” They’d dated for two years until they suddenly broke up, shocking most of our class. “But no one ever knew why,”

“I found her making out in the art room with my best-friend.”

“Jason?” I gasped.

“No, Leah.”

“Leah! What a total dick she was.” Hastings laughed, nodding his head.

“She couldn’t help it, neither of them could.”

“So she was… They both…”

“Yeah.”

“And she never thought to tell you?”

“What? That she was interested in pussy?”

“Well, I wouldn’t have put it quiet like that.”

“I would.”

“Would Hastings from sophomore year put it that way, or would current working professional Jude Hastings put it another way?”

“We both would.” I grabbed onto his hand, stopping it’s movements against my skin.

“Well, sophomore Hastings, I’m sorry that happened to you.” The song began to change as he shrugged his shoulders, the sheet covering his torso slipping down.

“Dance with me.” He whispered as the intro to Ed Sheeran’s Give me love began to play through the small radio.

“What?” Hastings sat up, pulling himself up and chucking his legs over the side of my bed.

“Dance with me.”

“Hastings, I’m tired, and wine drunk I need to sleep.”

“Dance with me, Darcy,” I looked between his outstretched hand and where he stood. “C’mon Darcy, it’s just one dance.”

“What if it isn’t?” I whispered, worried to speak any louder, incase I’d break whatever spell Jude Hastings was trying to put on me.

“And what if it is?” He flashed another of his heartbreaking grins, the kind that would have made sophomore Darcy crash and burn harder than Johnny had. “Be brave, Ali.” The use of the old nickname he’d bestowed upon me in our early childhood made my heart flutter so much that I found myself offering him my hand and allowing him to pull me out of the bed and up to my feet. He pulled me into his bare chest, his left hand holding onto my right, the other wrapping around my waist. My free hand wound itself around his neck, holding on tightly, I knew I was afraid to let go…

It’s the wine, Darcy. Not Jude Hastings.

It is the fucking wine.

We swayed back and forth, my head finding it’s own way to rest on his shoulder, allowing the exposed skin on my neck to his outwards breaths.

“No, I just wanna hold ya.” Hastings sung quietly as we swayed back and forth to the music.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuckity fuck.

What was happening? I, Darcy Alice Edwards cannot be feeling anything. If anything this is just my brain malfunctioning because this is what every single rom-com has told me I need, what I want a man to do for me, but this was Jude Hastings, and I couldn’t want this… I did not want this.

But why did it have to be so nice?

Fuck a duck.

I couldn’t deny it, that dancing with Jude Hastings wasn’t making me feel all types of tingles wherever he was touching, and elsewhere in other place he wasn’t touching anymore, and maybe I did want to see where this night was going to go, where this fucking bet was going to go, but the other side of me, who knew what actual heartbreak, not Johnny breaking my heart in eighth grade heartbreak, but real heartbreak felt like. On the other hand, this was fun, as much as I would never admit it to him I always enjoyed our battle of the wits and I’d always found Jude handsome, I mean I’d be blind if I didn’t… but dancing with him in my bedroom wearing nothing more than his dress shirt… there was just something else happening and I couldn’t take my eyes off him.

Shit-balls, is this what a stroke feels like?

Am I meant to be smelling toast?

My heartbeat spiked, I’m sure if I could concentrate I could hear the thump, thump, thump nearly as loudly as I could hear the song through the room. Hastings had noticed I’d stopped swaying, and was now watching me, his hands remaining in their previous position. My breathing was hitching, becoming a varied mess of deep calming exhales and jagged short intakes. Adrenaline started to pump wildly through my body as my brain tried to focus on a silent prayer, praying that I don’t fuck this up, that I don’t fuck up such a perfect moment.

“Darcy.” It was so soft, I’d have missed it if I wasn’t so focused, so consumed by him. He lent down a little, bending at his knee’s so our eyes were level, his hands moved from my waist, each holding onto a side of my face keeping me looking at him. “Darcy,”

“Jude?” Then he was kissing me, a quick peck of soft lips, testing the boundaries, When I didn’t resist the peck was immediately followed by a hungry open mouthed kiss, one I’d only seen in movies like Gone with the wind, and anything by John Hughs. It was wet, and hot and everything teenage me always imagined kissing Jude Hastings would be. My hands traveled his body as his moved around mine, gripping lightly onto his shirt, encouraging to come closer, needing him closer…

Like it were possible for us to be any closer than we were.

His hands left my face, one going to my shoulders, the other around my back as he tried to pull me closer to him and I was at a total surrender, he had me. All of me as I titled my head up we were still kissing like the world was going to end at any moment, his tongue slipped into my mouth, gentle but demanding, controlling the passion of the kiss. My fingers gripped his hair pulling at it as I nibbled on his bottom lip, pulling it between my teeth.

I had never wanted anyone like I want Jude Hastings, ever.

Remember, Darcy. This is all a game. This is all part of his game plane.

“Jude,” I whispered, half torn between him and his lips, and wanting to go open the door to show him the way out so I didn’t fall for his trick any longer. “This isn’t part of the bet, I’m not falling for it.”

“Darcy, you should be kissed often.” His hand came up to my check, the other resting on my hip his shirt pushed up. “By someone who really likes you. Not in a stupid game.”

“Then what’s this? Isn’t it your game?” Just shut your eyes, Darcy. Close them tight… It’ll be over soon and Jude Hastings kissing you will all just be a distant memory, a memory you can use when you’re lonely because you kept telling him to fuck off and one day he did it.

“No?” He shook his head. “All I know is that when someone mentions you. I light up, and the idea of being around you, being consumed by you, and your time… Our stupid pranks” I put my hands against his chest and pushed. He countered my move and held onto my hands.

“You don’t mean that.” Hastings smiled. A happy carefree smile. I used to love those smiles once upon a time. “I can’t think right now, there’s too much in my head.” Too much wine in my system.

“Let me distract you.” He sat down on the bed and pulled me to stand before him. I averted my eyes to the ceiling, if I looked at him right now, I’d lose it. “Let me touch you the way only I can touch you. I know what you need,” His hand went to the waist band of my panties. “I know what you like Darcy, even after one night.” His hand returned to my shirt, his shirt pushing the material upwards. The cold air hit my skin. I felt his lips next. Kissing along the exposed skin. “Tell me you want it,” He whispered against my skin. I nodded, biting my lip, hands going to his shoulders. “I need you to tell me.”

“Please.” I whispered, head finally tilting down from the ceiling. Jude’s hands were on my thighs, slowly pushing my, his, shirt up. His lips still attached to the skin on my stomach, the kissed below my belli button, pulling the waistband of my panties out of the way ever so slightly. God I’ve died and found heaven. He looked up, his lips leaving my skin. Jude’s fingertips hooking onto my underwear. Thank God I was wearing one of my nicer pairs today… Not that Jude would pay much attention to them I’m sure, “Hastings.” I whispered as he pulled my underwear down my legs, dropping them when they got to my knees. He pulled me towards him, I fell onto his lap. My hands still holding onto his shoulders.

“Do you know before last night it’d been three years since I kissed you last?” He leaned in, hands going to the buttons on the shirt.

This was really fucking happening again.

“You remember.” His fingertips ran up and down my spine.

“It’s never left my mind.” My hands left his shoulders and went to his cheeks. “Another stupid game that brought us together.”

“We need to stop playing games together…” I lent down and pressed my lips against his. When I pulled away, his hands wound in my hair pulling my lips back to his.

“God.” He whispered in a moment of separation between us. His tongue traced across my bottom lip gently, but with an urgency and neediness that sent shivers down my spine. I pulled away, his bottom lip was between mine, a trick I’d learned from him, three years prior, now reused on him. “Fucking christ.” His lips moved to my neck, greedily leaving kisses all over.

“Hastings.” He pulled back, grabbing my hand with his dragging it down his chest, he stopped when our hands reached the bulge in his pants.

“Look what you do to me. You feel it?” I nod and move back in, running my fingers through his hair as I kiss him again. Jude’s hands went back to my shirt, moving it so he had more access to my back. Fingertips pushing roughly into my skin. It should have hurt, but instead it made me want more.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” I whispered. Ignoring my own warning as my hands left his hair and went between us to his belt. “Such a bad idea…” I whispered agains as I undid his belt. What are we even doing? My mind is so muddled by the feeling of his hands running along my back tugging at my hair. The way his teeth nip at my bottom lip as he pulls away, he puts some distance between our lips, looking down at where my hands are working on the buttons on his jeans.

“Then why are you unzipping my jeans.” He grabbed onto my face, holding so gently as if he were worried I would break. “I want you Darcy,” Taking his words as encouragement I reached for his jeans again. Running my fingers along the skin above, fingers playing with the hair leading down from his belly-button.

“Are you sure this is a good idea.” I whispered, looking up from where my hands play to look at Jude. He lowered his head to mine, a hand moving from my back, tickling it’s way up to the back of my neck tilting my head up, until his lips met mine. His lips brushed mine, softly as if he was waiting to see my reaction, when I pushed forward a little he gave me a real kiss, soft and slow. His hand left my neck, going back around my waist, pulling me onto his lap even more, I could feel him underneath me, hard. Ready and waiting. Jude pulled away first, his eyes stared into mine as he watched me move my hand slowly down his bare chest. Dragging it once more down, before leading it into his boxers.

Now, this wasn’t the first time I’d seen a penis. I wasn’t seventeen anymore, I wasn’t a virgin, But this was Jude, and this was Jude’s penis, and while I wasn’t a virgin anymore, I wasn’t a veteran in the penis riding rodeo,

“You look surprised.” He whispered. I couldn’t help but giggle.

“Just thinking about how the high school rumour mill was true for once.” I whispered, I could feel the hard bulge under my fingers and I squeezed it a little, teasing a hiss from him. I took that as a good sign, running my hand up and down the outline of him. I looked down at my hand, watching as it palmed him through his boxers.

“God, Darcy,” He hissed. I looked up his face. His eyes were closed, mouth parted slightly. This was Jude Hastings. Suddenly his eyelashes fluttered open, his eyes meeting mine and he winked at me, biting his lips when his hips rolled pushing himself into my hand, “Jesus.” He whispered, and the tent in the boxers was now bigger, feeling heavier in my hands. He pulled my hand away, kissing me fully and hungrily, my hands roaming his back, while his were firmly planted on my jaw. My hips rolling out of instinct, a soft moan ripping from his throat.

“I need you.” I whispered against his skin, His lips going to my neck.

“You’ve got me.” His hand left my jaw, going back to my shirt, pulling it from my body. He watched me, shirtless, nothing but my silk skirt left, on his lap. His eyes filled thickly with lust. “Take what you want.” I didn’t need any more, My hand went to his pants again, pulling the boxers down. I stared at him he was definitely bigger, longer, thicker than my last, well my last before him. My hand already around his length, my thumb swiping over his tip to collect the liquid that had gathered there.

It was now or never. Now was the time I was going to have sex with Jude Hastings, sober… Or mostly sober, the boy I’d fallen so helplessly in love with during my childhood. My best-friend till we started middle school, and now my… friend?

It was fine though, He was now only a friend to me too… We were friends? Enemies? Frienamies. Frienamies who were about to have sex… Sex Frienamies…

“Darcy… You gotta do something honeybird,” He whispered, pulling my lips to his. I knew he was right, and before I knew it I was lifting up a little, hovering over him. It was as if Jude could sense how nervous I was, about what was going to happen as he placed his hands on my hips, encouraging me, lowering me down on him. Jesus, fuck… This hurt. “Darcy.” But hearing Jude Hastings moan my name did something to me. Elicited something primal in me, something I didn’t know existed… Suddenly I didn’t care about the pain anymore, All I was sure about was I wanted to hear Jude moan my name again. My hands gripped onto his shoulders digging in as I began to roll my hips into his, Feeling him inside, hitting me in all the places no one else ever had… No one else could like him.

“Hastings.” I whimpered. He looked up from where our bodies met, his hands holding tightly onto my hips. He moaned loudly, God I don’t think I’d ever heard anything more attractive. His fingertips dug into my hips as he began to thrust his own hips upwards. “Jude.” Another strained whimper. “I need…” I closed my eyes, I couldn’t keep this up. It was too much. “I can’t.”

“I know.” He whispered. Lips meeting mine as I fell forward into him. Jude lifted us, rolling us over so I was under him now. His jeans had fallen down his legs and pooled at his ankles. “God, you feel incredible.” He whispered, pushing my hair away from my face as his hips rolled into me. “Even better than last night.” It was slow this time, both of us leaving feathery touches on the other’s body and kissing as if it was the last day we had on earth, and this was how we wanted to go out.

To be fair, if I was going to go out… This would be the way I’d want to spend my last day.

“Oh god.” I moaned loudly when he started going faster, One of my legs hooking around his waist the other bent at the knee, as he hit harder, deeper. One of my arms hooked around his shoulder, pressing his body to mine in a desperate attempt to have him as close as possible. I started to suck a mark on his shoulder, wanting to drown the moans that threatened to come out.

“Don’t think about it.” He demanded already seeming to know where my mind was drifting too, “Just think about right now, think about me.” He whispered lips attaching to my neck, his hips moving harder and making me forget everything I had in my mind, every fear I had about what would come next. What would happen once this was over. The only thing I could think about after was him, his name falling from my lips. “Just think about how good this feels, how right this feels.” He moaned when I started clenching around him, nails scratching his back roughly. “Let go.” I couldn’t stop or command my body to stop doing it, all it could manage to do was shake and quiver as a billion and one small bubbles of pleasure burst inside of me. I kissed him eagerly, the low grunt and the curse he let go when he reached his high, enough to make me want him all over again. “Fuck.” He whispered his body slowing. Jude tossed his head back, moaning once more as he came down from his high, his hand clinched at my hip until he relaxed, falling down on top of me his lips going to my forehead in a splatter of kisses.

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Let's play a game. Prt 4.

A/N: Sorry it took so long, I had uni but how are you all liking the story and the characters?

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"Let me in, Edwards." Hastings continued to bang on the door.

"No," I called back at him. "I don't want to spend another night in your bed. Never. Ever." Back braced against the wood.

"Don't lie. You'll make the baby Jesus cry."

"Shut up, Hastings." I turned, fingers digging into the wood grain as I stood on my tippy-toes watching him. There he was out in the hallway, one arm resting on the other side of the door, his teeth showing as he laughed all too easily at his own dumb joke. "I'm not opening the door, so you may as well leave." He rolled his eyes, looking at the peephole. "I'm serious." He stood there for a minute, contemplating the options I'd given him.

"Fine." He pushed away from the door. "Have it your way." and then he was gone, disappearing down the hallway.

"Alone again, finally." I pushed myself away and walked back into my kitchen, where my frozen meal sat on the cutting board. I'd been reading the directions before Hastings had so rudely interrupted me. "Heat on high for ten minutes… ten minutes." I picked the box up and looked at it. "You're supposed to be easy and quick!" I cried at it as if it had the ability to apologise for the disgusting amount of time I was going to have to wait for it to heat up.

"I am sorry about this." I heard Hastings voice from the hallway. "Forgot my key again." Jude Hastings says what now?

"It's not a problem, Jude. I'm just happy you and Darcy finally got over your issues." The voice of my too sweet, too kind, too naive landlady Patricia Gregson cooed at Hastings. "And what you have planned for the night, It's the least I can do after the effort you've gone through." Was the last she said before the door swung open.

"Honey, I'm home." My own personal demon smirked, stepping into my house. My domain. He was not allowed in my house. "What are you doing there? I told you I was taking you to my apartment for a special dinner." He walked in like he owned the place.

"Hi Darcy, sweetheart." Patricia waved from the hallway. "I was just telling Jude here how happy I am for the two of you." She smiled happily. "If my Colin was around to see you two now." She shook her head, her eyes glazing over to another time. She pulled herself back, shaking her head, looking at both Jude and I. "He'd be so happy to see this. We always knew you'd wind up together."

Oh, Patricia. If only you knew.

"Yeah." I nodded my head, unable to break her heart. "It's a shock to us all." I walked over to where he stood and slung an arm around his waist. "Thanks for letting him in." I smiled through gritted teeth. "I must have been in the bathroom when he was knocking."

"You've been peeing a lot lately." Hastings looked down at me. "When was your last period? You don't think-"

"I better be off, lots to do." Patricia reached in and grabbed the door handle, quickly pulling it shut behind her. When I'm sure she was gone, I pushed Hastings away from me, shoving him hard.

"Are you out of your mind?"

"What?"

"What?" I mimicked his stupid voice. "You just insinuated to my landlady that I am with child, you absolute dickhead."

"Sorry." He snorted.

"Sorry?"

"Yeah, sorry." He turned away and started to look through my house. "You packed your bag yet?"

"You know I haven't." I sighed.

"Well, go pack one." He put his hands on his hips, his shirt lifting as he moved to reveal the slither of flesh that I have a distinct memory of running my tongue across last night.

"Look, Hastings… Tonight really isn't a good night." I ran a hand through my hair. "I have to be at work early tomorrow, and it's just… I don't know how ready I'll be to teach a group of kids if I don't wake up in my own bed, and I'm still tense from a sleepless night lying beside you." I admitted. "I know what the whole game is, but I don't know if I can play tonight-"

"Darcy." He stopped me mid-speech. "Don't worry about the game. Your job's more important." He pointed through to where my bedroom was visible. "Besides, your bed looks comfortable, so I don't mind. I'll sleep here." He shrugged, walking into the small kitchen. "We'll order some food because that looks like unappealing crap… watch a movie, and then I'll woo you to death." I watched him. For the first time in a long time, I watched Jude Hastings rifle through the assortment of take away menu's I had hanging on the fridge. His body looked abnormally large in the small kitchen. "Aha." He cheered when he found a menu he liked. "Chinese." For the first time in a long time, all I could think was maybe this wouldn't be the worst night ever.

"What are you doing."

"Ordering us Chinese." He waved the menu. "Still a fan of chow mien?"

"You remember?"

"You ate it every Friday for a year." He winked. "And I have a good memory."

"I see your good at self-encouragement."

"It's not the only thing I'm good at." He smirked, holding his phone to his ear. "I'm also good at rescuing a damsel in distress from a microwave meal."

"I'm not going to sleep with you again, Hastings." I walked to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of wine, grabbing the nearby glasses. "So this whole thing, the hot guy coming to order Chinese food with his dreamy bedroom eyes… It won't work."

"You think I have dreamy bedroom eyes?" He gave a lopsided grin. "Hi yes," He spoke into the phone. "Can I order a delivery please." I tuned him out as I poured the two glasses of white wine and sat down at the small island bench. I wasn't even sure if he drank wine, but it was open, and I wasn't one to waste alcohol. "It'll be about fifteen-twenty minutes."

"Okay." I passed the second glass of wine to him, taking a large sip of my own.

"Can I tell you a secret?"

"Only if it's a good one I don't want anything subpar." He moved, sitting beside me on the second chair. His glass of wine clanking against the bench as he moved. He leaned in, his free hand brushing hair behind my ear, teasingly slow.

"If you think I was giving you bedroom eyes before." He chuckled lowly, head dipping so our eyes were level, the very tip of his nose bushing mine. "Then you won't believe what it's like when I really give you bedroom eyes."

"You think you're so smooth, don't you."

Part of me really wanted to see those bedroom eyes, the other part of me knew that I may not have the will to not sleep with him again if I did.

"I don't, actually." He pulled away slightly. "But I'm trying to win your heart, and your beautiful, so I'm going to tell you."

"Are you drunk?"

"No." I leant an elbow on the counter, laying my head in my hand looking up at him. "And tomorrow morning, I'm still going to be sober, and you." He shook his head, looking up to the ceiling. "You… You are still going to be beautiful." Am I imagining this, or is THE Jude Hastings giving me a compliment.

"Woe." I couldn't help the smile that came to my face. A big smile, one that felt like it was the first genuine smile I'd had in years. "You really are a smooth, smooth man Hastings."

"Why do you never call me Jude?"

"Why do you hardly call me Darcy."

"Because you call me Hastings all the time."

"I only call you Hastings because—"I stumbled. "I don't know I've just always called you Hastings." I sat up, pulling one of my knees up into my chest. "Who knows, maybe one day I'll call you Jude."

"I think my heart would stop if you ever did that,"

"How do you think the town is taking the news of our epic romance?"

"Well, I checked the obituaries this morning, so far we haven't shocked anyone to death yet."

"So you're saying we've failed." I laughed. "A day of pretending to be a couple and no one has rolled over and died?" I gasped.

"Maybe that means that we need to step it up, huh?"

"Flattering, but I am not interested."

"Honeybird," Another new nickname? Calm down Edwards. "You looked me in the eye a little too long to not be interested in me."

"You're really trying this aren't you." I waved a finger between us.

"Trying what?"

"To get me to fall in love with you." A smile pulled on his lips, not his usual asshole smirk, but a genuine smile, the one that to make butterflies launch themselves all around my stomach.

"It'd be an honour to have the Darcy Alice Edwards fall in love with me, so I'm going to give it my all."

"As it would be an honour to break your heart, Jude Alexander Hastings."

"So you do know how to say my name." He sat back, arms crossing over his chest as he looked me feigning shock. "I'm also going to need you to tell Sato that Fredrick isn't my real middle name."

"No." I began to pick at the hem of my nightgown, thankful he'd given me a Segway comment from the conversation that was getting all too serious too fast. "I don't think I can do that,"

"What is the obsession."

"With?"

"Telling people I have that heinous name as any part of me?"

"I like the idea of all these girls being so enraptured by Jude Hastings, picturing themselves as Mrs Jude Hastings, then having that dream crash and burn around them when they think that your middle name is Fredrick… I mean the name isn't exactly a turn-on." I shrugged. Hastings watched me for a moment, studying me as if this was the first time he, a male, had ever come in contact with me, a female.

"You really are evil." His hand stretched out, his fingers tapping against my temple gently. "This brain in here, it was made for terrible, terrible things,"

"Not terrible things." I denied. "Just terrible things when you're involved."

I needed him to stop touching me, because the slight rub of his fingers over my skin made flashbacks from last night pop up all over my brain, which caused my heart rate to increase, which caused me to want to see if he was as good as he was last night sober, which was a horrible thought to have indeed when you're dealing with a childhood enemy.

"More wine." I stood and walked back to the fridge, ignoring the half-open bottle on the table. I needed space from him.

"There's wine here." I kept my back to him, walking to the small sink and standing in front of it. I needed my space. I hated Jude Hastings, with a passion… But something inside of me wanted to let him in, let him change my mind about him, or at least let a part of him in… "Darcy." His voice was suddenly behind me, his hands on my hips, the edge of my shirt lifting as he held on.

Stop it Darcy. Stop thinking with your metaphorical dick.

His right hand left my hip and went to the hair that covered my neck, pushing it out of the way. My hands gripped onto the bench tighter, as I told myself over and over not to turn around, not to face him because if I did then that was it. We'd end up in my bed, our incoming food forgotten. But then his lips touched my neck and my knees went weak as my head lolled backwards resting on his shoulder, and I wasn't sure I was in the mood for Chinese anymore. I turned around, looking up at Hastings.

"Do you want to know what I think when I think about you, Darcy?" He whispered, his hands pushing the hair behind my ear as I numbly nodded. "I see the little girl who wore a sunflower sundress and ran around my parents' backyard like a kid on a sugar high." I knew the exact dress he was talking about. "The little girl who I got Christmas photos with every year up until we were thirteen… That was when you started to hate me." He was right. "You will always be the little girl I had a crush on when I was eight."

"You… You had a crush on me?" A smile that made my heart race spread across his lips.

"Only the biggest one, you were the cutest girl I'd ever seen."

Don't fall for it Darcy, this is all part of his big old plan to make you fall in love with his stupid squishable face.

"Dinner will be here in a minute. I'm going to wash up." I sidestepped around him and made my way to my small bathroom. "Get together, Darcy." I muttered, leaning against the door as soon as I'd shut it, disconnecting myself from the girl who was just fawning all over Hastings. "Fuck," I walked over the sink and took a look at myself. My cheeks were flushed and my hair was slightly puffed from where Hastings had moved it aside to kiss my neck.

Involving parents and colleagues was a level of dirty. Inflicting emotional bullshit from the past was a whole new level of dirty. Clearly, Hastings had no problem playing that card.

If he really thinks he can get me on the sentimental crap just because I'm a woman, then I'm going to use the greatest weakness of a man against him.

"Hastings, you are going down." My hands gripped onto the edge of the sink as I formulated my plan. Thankfully years of watching Hastings be a man whore in front of me I knew exactly what to do to get his blood pumping.

"Darcy," His fingers tapped against the door, "Dinner is here."

"You start." I walked over pulling the door open wide. "I'm just going to change." I walked past him and into my bedroom, shutting the sliding doors that cut it off from the rest of the apartment, making sure I left a sizeable gap for any peering eyes - trust me, there were going to be peeping eyes. "Where are you," I muttered, looking at the pile of clothes I'd discarded before I'd begun cooking today. I needed Hastings shirt. "Bingo." I spotted the white material underneath my jeans. Stripping from the dress I made sure the straps of my bra - I'd paid a lot for it once upon a time, I needed it to come through for me - could be seen, or at least enough for Hastings to see through the thin fabric of his shirt. Pulling it over my body, I fastened the buttons before pulling a pair of white socks over my feet. I could feel his eyes on me as I stood back up, fixing my hair and pulling the shirt down.

Play innocent, Darcy.

"Smells good." I called out as I turned. There he was, standing at the kitchen bench filled with Chinese take out watching me. His eyes looked drastically darker and I don't think it was just because of the distance between us. I pushed the doors open trying to control the smile that wanted to break out on my face as I walked over to the bench. "Yum." I picked up the container of chow mien. "You not eating?"

"What I want isn't exactly on the menu."

"Oh?" I picked up the menu and waved it. "They're usually pretty good. You could have asked them to make it." I lifted myself up onto a clean spot on the bench, crossing my legs underneath each other. "I'm sure it could have been on the menu."

"Darcy," His eyes were travelling all over my body. "This isn't fair."

"What I'm going to eat all this Chinese, and you don't get any?"

"Yeah." He picked up a nearby carton and shoved a pair of chopsticks inside. "Something like that."

"I can't wait for bed." I lifted one of my arms above my head and stretched, cool air hitting the newly exposed skin. "I'm so beat."

"Fucking Christ." He mumbled, shaking his head.

Darcy - One.

Man-whore demon - nill.

"Language." I quipped, picking a noodle from the carton and popping it into my mouth. "Mhhhmm." I moaned excessively at the taste. Turn it up, why don't you, Darcy.

Good luck not busting a nut tonight, Hastings.

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What happened to Dear Diary? I loved that one

It’s being published! Or in the works too be, so I’ve had to stop posting it online. Which is why I’m dedicating time to LPAG!

[george-mackay-macfine]

I think Dylan O'Brien, Calahan Skogman or Ben Hardy would be best for Jude... But more so the first two because I see Jude being REALLY tall and built.

This is the vibe.  I concur 100%. The first two also have that super cheeky persona to them, while still being serious, it also doesn’t hurt that I am simply in love with them.

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If Jude in LPAG calls Darcy Honeybird that will end me.

Well, now I want this to happen.

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I think I'm in love with Dylan O'Brien.

That's it, that's the post.

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Let's Play a game - CH.3

Chapter three of let's play a game, as usual pick your own Jude. I know I have!

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If Jude Hastings thinks he can show up at my family brunch and act like he wasn’t committing an act of war, he sure had another thing coming.

I was going to be the best’ girlfriend’ this man had ever seen. I was going to be such a convincing girlfriend that his parents would be begging him to propose to me by the time I break his heart. I was going to be that girl that all his friends, colleagues and all his family compare his next girlfriend to.

I was going to be the girl who destroyed Jude Hastings for other women.

“Hi.” I smiled at the female officer who sat at the front desk. She looked borderline depressed with her piles of paperwork around her. “I’m here to see Jude Hastings.”

“Name.” She drawled out.

“Darcy Edwards.” I plastered the fakest smile on my face as she picked up her desk phone.

“What is your reasoning to see Officer Hastings?”

“I’m his girlfriend,” I held up the picnic basket by my side as the woman eyes widened. “And I brought him dinner.” I put the basket on the bench and riffled through finding the container of cupcakes I’d baked - Oh yeah, I’d also baked dessert - “Cupcake?” I offered the now open container of sugary sweets to the woman who looked at them like they’d offended her entire family. “There is chocolate and vanilla.” She didn’t speak, just kept looking at me.

“Hastings… There’s a woman here to see you.” She looked me up and down. “Claims she’s your girlfriend.”

“Darcy.” I prompted right as she put the phone down.

“He’ll be out in a few minutes if you sit down.” She mumbled before looking back down at her open file.

I guess that’s a no to the cupcake, then.

I pulled the container back, shoving the lid back on and storing it back inside the basket before walking over to the waiting chairs. I put the basket on one and began to fiddle with my dress.

A long summer maxi dress with sandals was the best accompaniment to this whole dinner scheme of mine. Not only was it workplace appropriate, but it gave off this virginesque vibe which would only help me win over his colleagues.

Hastings would have no clue what was hitting him.

“Darcy?” I turned at the familiar voice. Standing holding the door open was Jason Sato. Hastings partner and one of the many people I’d gone to high school with who didn’t seem to want to leave this damn town. “I didn’t actually believe him when he told me you were here to see him.” He began to laugh.

“What do you mean?” I picked the basket up and walked towards him. “Is Jude coming?” I held the basket up slightly. “I made him dinner.”

“Is it poisoned?”

“What?” I faked as gasp - poisoning it would have been too obvious. “Why would it be poisoned.”

“Because the last time you made food for him, you put laxatives in it.” Oh yeah.

“That was high school, Jason.” I gave a giggle. Sweet and innocent. “Besides, I wouldn’t want to poison my boyfriend; he’s too cute for that.”

“It was only two years ago,”

“Was it?” I tapped the side of my head gently. “Bad memory.”

“So you and Jude finally put it all behind you, huh.”

“Sure did.” I smiled as Jude appeared behind him. “Hi Bunny.” I beamed at him. Relishing in the way, his smile dropped at the use of his new nickname.

“Bunny?” Jason tried to hold in a laugh as I nodded idiotically. “Wow.”

“What you got in there?” Hastings pointed to the basket.

“I made your favourite.” I lifted the basket some more. “Egg salad sandwiches and cupcakes.”

“Egg sandwiches are your favourite food?” Jason raised an eyebrow at Hastings. Absolutely not. He hated egg salad sandwiches.

“Picnic food it is.” Hastings amended.

“Did you want to join us for dinner?” I stepped towards Hastings, who wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me back against him. “I made plenty for everyone.” Jason looked between Hastings and me. “You don’t mind, do you, Bunny?” I looked up at Hastings with a wide smile, the smile only becoming broader as I heard Jason let out a snort of laughter.

“Of course not,” Hastings grimaced, leaning down kissing my cheek.

“I am only saying yes because I want to see more of this.” Hastings grabbed my hand and led me through the police officers towards their break room. I made sure to smile and wave at everyone who looked at us, cementing myself as the polite and sweet girlfriend I was.

“How has your day been?” I asked Hastings as I began to grab all the items out of the picnic table, laying them out in front of the two seated men. “Catch any bad guys today?”

“Not yet.” Hastings grabbed a can of root beer I put down in front of him. “How has your day been, babe?”

“Babe?” I pushed my bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout. “You never call me babe.”

“What does he call you then?” Jason asked mid-bite.

“He usually calls me wifey.”

“You what?” Jason spun to look at Hastings while I struggled to keep the shit-eating grin off my face.

“What can I say? When I see something, I want I go for it.” He picked up one of the sandwiches. When he sat back down correctly, he looked at me again, maintaining eye contact as he began to smile. “But, baby. If you’re happy to let people know I intend to make you my wife, then I’m happy to call you that in public. I just thought you didn’t want people to know.”

A challenge.

“Of course Bunny.” I walked around the table and sat down in his lap. “You know I want nothing more than to win this big heart in here.” I tapped his chest. “If you want everyone to know you intend to marry me, then I’m okay with it if you tell them.” Do it, Darcy. Win this one. “It’d make me happy, actually.” I kissed his lips, fighting off the bile that rose with the action.

“Sato.” A voice bellowed from beyond the break room, giving me a reason to break the bile raising kiss. “Call for you at your desk, line three.” Jason stood up slowly, looking at us as if we were some mutation.

“Right, coming.” He called back to the voice. “I’ll be right back.”

“Okay.” I smiled, watching Jason walk out, the door shutting behind him.

“Is this your feeble attempt at a surprise attack,” Hastings whispered in my ear, his chin resting on my shoulder.

“You mean like yours from this morning?”

“I didn’t think we were playing dirty, Edwards.”

“We weren’t, then you crashed family Sunday brunch.”

“You needed your wallet,”

“Then you shouldn’t have lifted it from my purse.” I turned to look at him. “You started this. I’m finishing it.”

“Oh no, this is just the beginning… Wifey.” A twisted smirk covered his lips. “You know that comment I made about no more pranks.”

“Of course,” I remembered everything he said that morning.

“I take that part back.” He nodded towards my outfit. “After this little prank, I think everything is fair game.”

“Prank?” I shook my head. “This is no prank. I wanted to make my big strong man some dinner.” I poked his cheek as I spoke.

“You know I hate eggs.”

“No, I knew eggs give you insane gas,”

“Tamato, tomato.”

“Whoopsies.”

“I’m not eating them.” He looked at the sandwich.

“What’d I miss.” Jason sauntered back in.

“Nothing.” I turned back to him. “Jude was just going to try the sandwiches and tell me what he thought.” I spun around to face Hastings. “Isn’t that right, Bunny.”

“Darcy…”

“It took me a long time to make it all, the sandwiches and the cupcakes.”

“It’s lovely of you, Darcy.”

“Thank you, Julian. If only my boyfriend felt the same way.”

“Try one, man. They’re good.” Julian slid a sandwich over to him. Julian and I both watched as Hastings disgruntledly unwrapped the foil that wrapped the sandwich. Taking half of it, he brought it to his lips.

“Take a big bite! Make sure you get all the flavours.” I clapped my hands together. Honestly, I have never wanted anything more than for this sandwich to react badly with Hastings’s gut. The idea of people thinking he shit himself is nearly funnier than it would be if he actually shit himself.

“Of course.” He muttered, bringing the sandwich to his mouth. To my surprise, he took a massive bite out of it, more than I’d expected him t take. As he chewed, Jason and I watched on. “Wow,” He reached for the root beer, taking a long gulp. “Nice.”

“Try a cupcake now.” I grabbed one of the cupcakes and scooped the icing off with my finger. I was bringing it to my lips before Hastings redirected my finger to his lips. I felt his tongue work around my fingertip, sucking off all the sugary sweet vanilla icing.

“Okay, you two might just be enough to gross me out.” Jason broke us from our moment.

“That was my icing.” I sighed, pulling my finger back. I subtly wiped it on Hastings shirt, thankful that Jason couldn’t see.

“Delicious.” He laughed. “You should try one.” He looked over at Jason.

“Give me your finger, Darcy.” He winked at me.

“Sorry mate, But you’ll need to find your own girl.” His hands wrapped tighter around my waist.

“I should get going.” I unwrapped Hastings arms from around my waist. “I’ve got class tomorrow.”

“I finish in an hour. Why don’t you go to my place.”

“I don’t have clothes, Bunny.” I loved seeing a part of his soul die when I used that nickname, thank you, google.

“Well, go home, and I’ll swing by and get you on the way home.”

“He wants to romance you, Darcy, by the sounds of it.” Jason cackled, unwrapping a cupcake.

“Is that true?”

“Of course it is.” His hand ran down my back, stopping at the swell of my hip. “Romance is my middle name.”

“Now I’m sure your mother told me your middle name was Fredrick.”

“Oft.” Julian hissed. “That’s a sexy name right there.”

“Isn’t it just,” I giggled, throwing my hair over my shoulder. I knew by the look on Hastings’s face he wished I were dead right now, and I knew he could tell by the look on my face that I was loving this more than anything.

Payback is a bitch.

“I better go.” I picked up my purse and walked to the door. “Can you bring those back to me whenever?”

“I’ll bring them by tonight when I come to get you.” Jude stood and walked behind me. “I’ll be back.” He called over his shoulder. “Let’s go.” He swatted my ass, causing me to flinch forward. “Didn’t mind it the other night.” He winked.

“You bloody bastard.” I muttered under my breath as he scooted past me. “I’ll kill you.” I growled as he grabbed my hand, pulling me through the station. “When you get home, I thought we could take a bath together.” I began to rattle. “And maybe I can give you another facial, and we can watch the notebook.” I thundered as we passed by a group of highly masculine-looking officers. “Like we did last week, you seemed to like it. I’ll even use the pink face cream.”

“Jesus.” Hastings hissed, shaking his head. “I’ll walk you to your car.”

“You don’t have to.” I passed him pushing open the same door I’d entered only minutes ago.

“I’m walking you to your car,” He confirmed, holding the door open so I could move through the threshold. “C���mon.” His hand grabbed mine, pulling me along behind him. We passed by the silent woman on the front desk and out into the warming summer air. “You are -“

“Incredible?”

“No.”

“Amazing… Phenomenal… Astounding… bewildering… bewitching…”

“Insane… mad… cretinous.”

“Oh a big boy word.” We’d reached my car by now, but Hastings still wasn’t letting go of my hand. “Can I have my hand back now?”

“I don’t know.” He leant back against the car, pulling me into his chest. “I rather like the way it feels in mine.” His other wrapped around my waist, holding my body tightly to his.

“I think we need to clear some things up.” I tried to pull my hand back from him. “This whole facade thing doesn’t have to happen all the time… only when we’re around people.”

“No, sweetheart.” He nuzzled his nose into the underside of my jaw, breathing deep. “I’m going to make you fall madly in love with me.”

“Whose says I’m gonna let you?”

“Whose says your gonna stop me?” His lips crawled up my jaw before moving across the skin of my cheek towards my lips. He flipped us over, so I was trapped up against the car “Darcy,” When did his voice become so husky, and why is it sending a shiver up my spin. “Whose going to stop me?” Why did the idea of his lips on mine seem so appealing? Why did I feel like I was starving? And without the feeling of his lips against mine, I was going to die. “I don’t think you’re going to stop me, Darcy.”

He was right. I wasn’t going to stop him.

Without a second thought, I pulled his head, so our lips met. His hand let go of mine and ran up, grabbing onto my face, keeping me locked to him. My tongue traced his bottom lip. I wanted more. His lips left mine again, kissing all over the skin on my face.

“Baby.” I grabbed onto his face this time and reattached our lips. My hands wandered the expanse of his body, feeling all the muscles I was reluctant to remind myself about. “Darcy, we need to stop.” I shook my head against his lips, my own going to his neck. His hands left my body completely resting against the car on either side of my head as I kissed his neck. “Believe me, I don’t want to stop this either, but if we don’t - We’re going to end up naked on the street, and I don’t think that’s appropriate for an officer of the law.”

Dammit, he was right.

“Your right.” I pulled away from him, my chest heaving. “I should save shows like that for when people are around.” He let out a chuckle.

“What games do you have planned in that twisted head of yours.” His fingertips tapped my temple gently.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” I pushed his body away from mine, moving so I could open my drivers’ door.

“Well, was your show in there, was that how it was supposed to happen?”

“Let’s just say, it’s not exactly how I planned it - I expected more people wanting cupcakes, I mean they’re cupcakes c’mon - but it’s turning out better than I thought.” I stopped as I was about to step into the car. “You’re going to fall in love with me, Jude Hastings, and then I’m going to break your heart into a million little bits.” Disturbingly he smiled. Not the reaction you really wanted from a man when you tell him you’re not only going to break his heart but also shatter it into a million parts.

“I’m sure you will, Darcy.” He stepped back away from the door. “But I suppose the real question is, will I break yours first.”

“Don’t count on it.” I slipped into the car.

“I’ll see you soon.” He called out as I turned on the ignition. I rolled my window down and stuck my head out.

“You won’t see me if I don’t answer the door.”

“You will.” He winked before turning and walking back down the path we’d walked together moments ago.

As I took off, my mind was consumed by one thing.

Jude Hastings.

Thoughts of him clouded my senses as I drove, and the feeling of his hands on my hips as he pulled me closer to him left chills on my legs.

He was good, but I was going to be better.