#// anyways they all have names and they all start with N because his model is Nomad
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Sometimes it ain't so bad hanging out with my snapshots!
#raptor's ramblings#fortnite tumblrverse#// you can probably find my main just by how I draw Mato help#// anyways they all have names and they all start with N because his model is Nomad#// from left to right: Neo. Novah. Navi. Nash. Nicky. (Vulture remains unnamed iirc). Noble. Noah. Niko.#// I know. Im insane.
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hii i love your fics so much! i was wondering if you could do a latina!reader x charles fic were reader is asking charles juicy questions fans sent in or him guessing female products? i hope this make sense â€ïž
I think I get it. Iâm going to make Y/N like Kika, she has a heavy social media presence but is also a model.
Grill the Boyfriend
Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Latina!Reader
Summary: Charles fans have questions and Y/N will give them the answers
Warning: spelling and grammatical errors, a few +18 questions
A/N: sorry it took me so long, this was written on my phone
Y/N was setting up the camera and ring light in the living room so her new video would turn out well.
âMuñeco, are you ready?â Y/N asked,
âIâm coming!â Charles called out from his room before coming into the living room with a black shirt and gray sweatpants. âDo we have to film this today?â
âWe donât have to, but I want to get it out of the way.â Y/N said. Both sat down on the couch and Y/N clicked a button so it could record. âHola, mis amores, if youâre new here, my name is Y/N and welcome to a new video. Today we are here with my boyfriend, the beautiful monegasque man whoâs face card never declines, Scuderia Ferrari F1 driver Charles Leclerc.â
âHello, everyone.â Charles waves hi to the camera.
âSo all of you have sent me your questions on Instagram, and today we are going to be asking them, how are you feeling, muñeco?â Y/N asked.
âA little nervous.â Charles said
âWe will start with an easy question, who is your celebrity crush?â Y/N asked.
âYou are.â Charles said.
âAw, thatâs sweet. Mine is (your celebrity crush) actually.â Y/N said and Charles was offended.
âThatâs how you want to play it? I change my answer, my celebrity crush is Camila Morrone.â Charles said.
âOh my gosh, Charles, sheâs my friend, you are never beating the homie hopper allegations now.â Y/N said and shook his head.
âNext question, please, before you give me a migraine.â Charles said.
âVery well, what is your favorite MĂ„neskin song?â Y/N asked.
âMm, i like zitti e buoni, mamma mia is very good too. Zitti e buoni is my favorite.â Charles said.
âOf course it is, there are so many edits of you to that song. I like supermodel and baby said, which is also used in your edits.â Y/N said.
âYou watch edits of me, Mon coeur?â Charles asked.
âNext question!â Y/N exclaimed and Charles laughed at her abruptness. âBesides wiener dogs, what is your favorite breed?â
âI like all dogs honestly, I donât have a favorite breed, but I always wanted a golden retriever.â Charles said
âThatâs because you are a golden retriever boyfriend. I always wanted a Saint Bernard.â Y/N said.
âThatâs because you loved Beethoven as a kid.â Charles said.
âI still love Beethoven, such a cute movie. Anyway, next question, if we broke up, would you try to date one of my friends?â Y/N asked and Charles covered his face.
âNo I wouldnât, all of your friends are in the states.â Charles said.
âSo if one of them came here, would you go out with her if we broke up?â Y/N asked.
âOf course not! I would be trying to win you back.â Charles said.
âOkay then, do you think the car has gotten worse since Monaco?â Y/N asked. Charles paused for a moment
âLegally I canât confirm or deny that statement. I think there are strategies that the team are implementing that only work in theory but not in practice and thatâs causing poor results in races.â Charles said
âWhat a diplomatic answer, Mr. Leclerc. Based on your recent grill the grid video, have you ever thought about standing me up when we were first talking?â Y/N asked.
âNo I did not think about standing you up at all.â Charles said.
âMĂĄs te vale, eh. Okay, this question is in Spanish, has pensado en tener una fiesta de despedida para Carlitos? Have you thought about throwing a goodbye party for Carlos since itâs his last Ferrari season?â Y/N translated the question to English.
âYes, at the Ferrari garage, weâve already started planning.â Charles answered
âSi, en el garaje de Ferrari, ya estĂĄn planeando todo para Carlitos.â Y/N translated in Spanish. âNext question, do you like my cooking?â
âThereâs no way they asked that.â Charles stated but Y/N showed him the Instagram inbox with the questions. âDoes Charles like your cookingâ Charles read. âI do like her cooking, she tries to make her cultural dishes fit into my diet and I appreciate that.â
âThank you, muñeco.â Y/N kissed him. âWhat is your favorite sex position?â
âWhy?â Charles asked facing Y/N. âWhy do you need to know?â Charles asked facing the camera.
âTheyâve asked this multiple times, the world wants to know.â Y/N said.
âFine, I like Cowgirl, I like it when she rides me, I also like reverse cowgirl and doggy because I like seeing Y/Nâs tattoo of my driver number.â Charles explained in detail and Y/N covered her face.
âLike Haley from One Tree Hill, anyway, what is one of your kinks?â Y/N asked.
âI like choking, hair pulling, being called sir.â Charles said.
âThere will be no demonstrations. Craziest place you had sex?â Y/N asked.
âOn the yacht.â Charles answered easily.
âI find it concerning how comfortable you are answering these types of questions.â Y/N commented. âMoving on, have you ever thought about marriage?â
âI have thought about getting married someday, having a family, 3 children like my mom did, a nice family dog.â Charles said.
âIâve also thought about it, I think most women have Pinterest boards of wedding dresses, rings, centerpieces, shit like that.â Y/N commented. âHave you thought about moving away from Monaco?â
âI like Monaco, my family is here, I donât think I can love somewhere else.â Charles said.
âHave you ever read fanfics about yourself?â Y/N asked.
âIm sorry, what?â Charles asked.
âFan fiction, have you ever read fan fiction about yourself?â Y/N asked again.
âNo I havenât, but I admire the creativity all of you have.â Charles said.
âI have read fanfics about you.â Y/N admitted to Charles. âThey are really well written on tumblr, you know.â
âWhy read about me when you have the real thing, Mon coeur?â Charles asked
âBecause I have trouble sleeping and I need something to read.â Y/N said. A few questions later, we are in the last question. âAre you excited for Lewis to join Ferrari?â
âOf course I am! We have talked a lot off the track, we are very good friends, I canât wait for him to join Ferrari.â Charles said.
âAnd thatâs it for this video, hope yâall liked it, make sure to like, comment, and subscribe. For more content, follow me on TikTok and Instagram, besitos.â Y/N said and stopped the recording. âPerfect! I just need to edit it and I can post it later. Thank you for being a good sport, muñeco.â Y/N said, kissing Charles.
âOf course, Mon coeur, anything for you. Now what were you saying about someone else being your celebrity crush?â Charles asked.
âWell they are my celebrity crush, you were my celebrity crush but now Iâm dating you.â Y/N said. âYou really think about marriage and having a family?â
âWhenever I picture myself having a family, you are right there.â Charles said, they shared a loving kiss. âYou want to head out in the yacht today?â
âI would love to.â Y/N said.
The End
hope yâall liked it!
#hispanic reader#latina#hispanic#f1 x reader#charles leclerc x reader#f1 imagine#f1 fanfic#charles leclerc#charles leclerc fanfic#charles leclerc fluff#charles leclerc x you#charles leclerc imagine
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KEEPING UP WITH THE LECLERCS | Leclerc brothers x sister! reader
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Pairings: Charles, Arthur, Lorenzo Leclerc x sister! reader (model reader)
Summary: As Arthur and Y/N are on live together, Arthur accidentally spills his guts on Y/N crush on this mystery man, who is this man? And what will her brothersâs reaction be.
Warnings: Iâm using meeya dugiedâs photos as a reference! But reader has no faceclaim!
Authorâs note: WHOO itâs been a while, hope you guys have been well, I just wanted to say Thankyou for being so patient with me, Iâve had a lot going on in my life but just know your requests are in the process of being finalized! Iâm the meantime, this is just a little short fic for everyone!
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âDo you think the chicken came first or the egg?â
ââŠ.Shut up Arthurâ
The boy narrowed his eyes at his twin, the two youngest leclercs were on Y/Nâs Instagram live because they were so bored and since then itâs been a blur.
âY/N who is your favorite brother out of the 3, Lorenzo for sureâ she reads out the question and answers it without hesitation.
âGirllll whats up your ass today, did Jo-â before he could say more, the girl quickly covers his mouth, âShut the fuck up Arthur! I swear Iâm never telling you anything again!â She says, pushing his face out of the frame.
âOuch! See guys this is what happens when youâve had the fattest crush on this dude named J-â She interrupted him once more.
âOk everybody! Thatâs it for this live, Thankyou so much for keeping us entertained and I hope you all have an amazing day! Love youâ she says quickly before turning the live off.
âYouâre actually such a cunt Arthurâ she says as she pushes him again.
âWhat? Itâs not like I said his nameâ he responds standing up
âitâs not your place Hoeâ she responds standing up.
âWhatever girl, talk to the fucking handâ he says raising his hand in the most sassy way possible before walking off.
What in the sassy men apocalypse, she shook it off and just allayed down on the couch, before she got a text.
She rolls her eyes again, âIâm so sick of themâ she scoffs.
She smiled at the replies her tweet got, the f1 fanbase has got to be the most creative one yet to exist. Tired from scrolling, she shuts her phone down and decides to rest her eyes. However, her peace only lasted for 20 minutes as her phone rang for a Group FaceTime call. She lets out a loud groan but answers it.
âSo Y/N, Tell us who this manâ Lorenzo asks.
âAgain, no hi, no helloâ she responds.
âY/N I swear!â Charles interrupts her.
âOh my god, for fucks sake, itâs Jo-â Arthur starts but is immediately interrupted,
âSTOP, fine, Iâll text it to youâ she says before shooting the groupchat a text.
âOh Y/N, you know that never ends wellâ Charles says.
âSays you? Let me ask all your ex girlfriendsâ she responds in a very snarky way, Charles looked taken aback.
âOk damn girl, calm down no need to get all violentđâ he says visibly rolling his eyes.
âSorry Charlie, i didnât mean that, if Alexandra and Charlotte are there tell them i love them and that theyâre way better than their mans, anyways bye goodnight, have a good tripâ she says.
âYou too ChĂ©rie, hope your photo shoot goes well tomorrow!â Charles says before hanging up, Lorenzo adds to that with âand goodluck with J-â
âOK GOODBYEâ she says hanging up, she lets out a sigh and puts her hand on her face. She gets up and does her skincare routine, and goes to sleep.
The next morning, her flight to Milan was very early so she was at the airport by 6.
She hugs Arthur, âBye tur tur, hope your race testing goes wellâ he hugs back tight, âyou too Y/n/nâ
She hugs her mom tightly, âLove you Mamanâ she squeezes her, Pascale reciprocating the action. âI love you, text me when you landâ her mom says, and the young girl nods. She waved one last goodbye to her mom and her brother before boarding the flight.
She makes a quick post on her Instagram before shutting her phone off for her flight.
y/n.leclerc
y/n.leclerc june with my fav people everđ«¶đ» p.s. Alexandra is the best photographer
tagged charles_leclerc, arthur_leclerc, lorenzotollotaleclerc, alexandrasaintmleux, carla.brocker, charlottedipietro, pascale_leclerc
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What the girl didnât expect was to get a text from one of the most popular teams ever.
Bengals Hello! We would like to host a partnership with you, we wanted to invite you to one of our games as an honorary guest, you can bring up to 6 people.
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#f1 fanfic#f1 imagine#f1 x reader#charles leclerc x reader#charles leclerc x sister!reader#arthur leclerc#arthur leclerc x reader#charles leclerc x female reader
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still into you
after abruptly leaving hawkins (and you) seven years ago, eddie munson, ex-boyfriend turned rockstar, makes a grand return. how will things pan out when your lives couldnât be further apart?
this has been in the drafts for god knows how long and you can definitely tell where my writing started to improve as i came back to it.. hope yâall enjoy anyway! this is so long good lord. also includes a bit of bestfriendism with stevie!
18+. mdni. smut. mentions of alcohol. eddie is a dickhead. no use of y/n!
read part two here.
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âyou know heâs coming back next weekend?â steve mutters, nodding towards you as you rip the sellotape from the brown box, beginning to stack the cans of soup.
âis he? oh my god oh my god,â feigning excitement with a straight face.
youâd already known he was coming back, youâd received the invitation just like everybody else. except, youâd swiftly put the gimmicky piece of paper into the trash and got on with your day. confused why everyone else seemed to be losing their goddamn minds over it.
he huffs quietly, helping you with the heavy tins, âare you gonna go?â steve didnât actually work in melvalds but came in on his breaks purely to chat and distract you from your work.
âam i gonna go? hmm, let me think.. no.â
âhe wants to see you.. you should come,â prodding his elbow into your side, collapsing the box into a flat piece of cardboard.
âyou spoke to him?â ears perking up. you didnât care if heâd mentioned you. no, really.
âyeah.. he called a few weeks ago, yâknow when the invitations got sent out,â picking up the next box to start filling the shelf.
âoh! itâs nice to know he called you and just hilarious to know i never got a phone call,â getting frankly quite sick of hearing about eddie fucking munson and his grand return.
once upon a time, eddie had actually been your boyfriend. mustâve been 7 or so years ago by this point.. anyway, that was before heâd got his big break and decided that he was going to completely forget about hawkins.. and about you. youâd still been together after his first tiny tour, excitedly waiting for him to come home when he just.. never did.
heâd had the decency to at least call and tell you that he was breaking up with you.. weâre just in different places right now.. itâs not you.. i donât want you to ruin your life waiting for me..
it was essentially a whole bunch of bullshit, because the very next month he was spotted with some bottle blonde model looking suspiciously close at some club heâd have absolutely hated the year prior. it was like a punch to the gut, flicking through the pages of the trashy magazine just knowing that you hadnât been enough for this new lifestyle of his.
from then on, youâd decided to disengage with any and everything about him. turning the tv off when corroded coffin came on one of the morning talk shows, leaving the room at parties when one of his songâs inevitably came on and just completely blanking out of the conversation when his name was brought up. it was easier that way, saved your feelings and the awkward glances youâd get.
at some point things had become slightly more complicated and youâre not sure how exactly it had happened but you had wound up pregnant. and by jason carver no less. maybe it was your shared disdain for eddie that had brought you together. who knows?
but it had happened and now you had to deal with it. and although jason may come in a close second to worldâs biggest assholes.. you had gained a beautiful daughter from it all and had become quite content with your single mom life.
people had come and gone, robin jetting off to some fancy college in california.. jonathan and nancy ending up in new york at some hot-shot newspaper.. the kids youâd sort of gathered had all gone off to various colleges, becoming adults themselves. all except for steve.
steve had stayed in hawkins like you, begrudgingly following his fatherâs footsteps, getting a job at his accounting firm. it was good money and kept his dad happy so he couldnât fault it really. heâd even got his own place just down the street from your house and at some point youâd just accepted that he was probably your only friend in hawkins.
it had brought the two of you undeniably closer and maybe youâd even call him your best friend now. well, except for right now as he was beginning to piss you off with all this fussing over eddie.
âyou have to come.. itâs not just for him, everyone is going.. itâs a reunion,â steve continues to pester you despite your efforts to shut him down.
âsteve, iâm not going and thatâs that.â
he sighs, staring at you with a blank expression, âokay, well.. iâll tell him itâs a maybe,â checking his watch before frowning, âshit, iâm late.. iâll see you later,â throwing the empty cardboard to the floor before dashing off down the aisle, giving you an exaggerated wave as he disappears.
you just knew that he was not going to drop this until you agreed to go. but he could kick and scream as much as he liked, you had absolutely zero desire to go this flimsy reunion and even less desire to see eddie in the flesh.
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itâs another dull week of stacking shelves and managing a team of absolute morons and before you know it, itâs the day before that fucking reunion and steve is still as incessant as ever that you must go.
âmy mom can look after ella.. please just come,â he sounded like he was a second away from getting on his knees to actually beg you to go.
youâd started to just ignore him now, getting on with whatever you were doing, choosing to give him the silent treatment. he hated that.
âyouâre so annoying,â he scoffs, still helping you unbox the bags of chips, âwill you just come for five minutes.. you donât even have to talk to eddie, itâs the first time weâll all be together again.. puh-leaseee,â breaking into a weird sort of sing-song tone.
you exhale through your nose, visibly frustrated by the man, âiâm going to ban you in a minute,â raising your eyebrows, taking the same tone you used when ella was being a brat.
âno you wonât,â furrowing his brows, âwhat if i promise to stand in between you the whole night? iâll beat him with a stick if he even tries to talk to you,â completely serious with what he just said.
you chortle, covering your mouth as one of the elderly customers walks past, slightly bewildered by the noise that just escaped your mouth, âcouldnât you just beat him with a stick anyway?â
âehh.. not really, he is paying for the whole thing,â straightening the bags of air heâd just placed on the shelf, âi mean, i could if you really want me to.â
you roll your eyes, of course he was. heâd rented the fanciest restaurant just outside of town for your gaggle of pals. any chance to flaunt the fact that heâd made it out of this hell hole and left the rest of you in the dirt.
âi have a child, steve, i canât just go out and leave her at home.. some of us arenât free like you are,â turning to face him with a stern hand on your hip.
âi just told you my momâll look after her.. she hasnât seen her in so long and.. and you can stay at mine and iâll take you to her first thing in the morning,â his eyes are round, glimmering in the harsh overhead lights.
âi donât have anything to wear,â shrugging, you really didnât. becoming a mother isnât quite so glamorous and a lot of clothes youâd once fit into had become a little tight.
âwhen dâyou finish?â
narrowing your eyes at him, âtwo..â
âgreat.. okay well, iâll take a half-day and we can go shopping.. on me,â wiggling his eyebrows at you. the thing about steve is that he believes that most problems can be solved by throwing money at it.
he wasnât wrong, of course.
because you reluctantly agree to go shopping with him on the condition that you werenât definitely going to this thing. you were just going to try on dresses. that was it.
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you get a cab to the restaurant, there was no way in hell you were doing this sober nor did you want to subject steve to being sober for your sake. palms clammy as you clamber out of the vehicle, immediately regretting your decision.
no one would care if you didnât go, right? you could quite easily just get back into the taxi and go home without forcing yourself to endure the night.
steveâs one step ahead of you, grabbing your hand so you canât run away. throwing him an awful glare but you werenât really mad, just annoyed that heâd succeeded in persuading you to come.
âcâmon.. it wonât be so bad once youâre in there,â smoothing down his fresh shirt as he begins to walk up the winding path, dragging you along behind him.
heâs wrong. itâs so much worse inside. the place was huge, extravagantly decorated and full of people youâd once regarded as your best friends, all too busy in their own conversations to notice you and steve walk in.
it wasnât like you hadnât heard from them, it had just been through occasional letters and christmas cards rather than seeing them face to face. robin would call sometimes, fill you in on whatever she had been up to and beg to speak to ella who absolutely loved it. you were sure they were on the same wavelength.
you look to steve with wary eyes, digging your fingertips into his hand, âwe could just leave right now.. no one would even know,â tugging gently on his arm.
âhey,â he whispers, âitâs okay.. look, robinâs coming over, weâll say hi and see how you feel,â using his spare hand to wave at the bubbly girl, dropping your hand to give her a hug.
âoh my god,â she rushes, âhow are you? you look so good.. and i donât mean you,â pulling away from steve to throw her arms around you, her gentle hands rubbing on your back.
âhah, itâs nice to see you too,â steve rolls his eyes, grabbing two of the champagne flutes being ferried around by fancy waiters.
she pulls back, âi didnât think you were coming.. how are you doing? howâs ella?â the words falling out of her mouth at super speed, it was as if her mouth moved before her brain did.
âi wasnât gonna but i wanted to see you guys,â you nod, taking the glass from steveâs outstretched hand and taking a lengthy sip, âiâm okay.. ellaâs okay.. youâll have to come and see her before you leave.â
âi will i will! i literally landed like two hours ago and had to rush but iâm back until friday,â her hands flying around as she spoke, âcome and say hello..â her arm intertwines with yours as she leans in closer to your ear, âheâs staring yâknow..â
your eyes roll back on their own, not even wanting to search the room for him, âiâm not speaking to him so he can stare all he likes,â straightening up as you approach the group robin had left.
nancyâs talking to max about something in incredible detail but is quite to stop when you approach, mouth in a small âoâ as she hugs you, âyou came? i thought we were gonna miss you,â grinning wide when she pulls back.
you give an overdramatic sigh, âof course i had to come.. youâd all miss me too much,â waving to the rest of the group.
there are a lot of small pleasantries swapped, asking about their journeyâs here and how theyâd been.. standard small talk. but then el asks to see a picture of ella, ecstatic that their names were so similar. youâd come prepared, pulling the creased picture out of your bag.
they all gush and coo over her, it was a picture youâd snapped from her first day of kindergarten, cheesing with her pigtails and pink hair bobbles. passing it around the gathered group, still steadily sipping on the bitter champagne.
âwhoâs that?â eddie asks, you hadnât noticed him sidle over to the crowd, stood peering over lucasâ shoulder at the photograph.
your eyes meet his, seeing his face for the first time in what felt like centuries. he looked older, obviously, still sporting the same long curls except now it actually looked as if itâd been styled. heâs in a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, forearms now littered with tattoos and a nice looking watch. your heart just about stops beating when you realise youâll now have to explain exactly who that is.
âuh.. thatâs ella,â you nod, not quite meeting his eyes, â..my daughter,â taking the photo from lucasâ hand, the atmosphere had quite suddenly shifted and people begin to scatter, starting their own conversations so they donât have to bare witness to this one.
âoh.. oh, right.. well, congratulations then,â the shadow of a smile on his lips, could he feel how fucking awkward this was?
âthank you,â giving him a half nod, startled as steveâs hand brushes the small of your back. heâd seen that you were in conversation and had left dustin to fulfil his security guard promise.
âitâs nice that you two found each other.. you have a beautiful daughter,â still not fully committed to smiling but he was getting there.
your face contorts, immediately looking to steve before letting out a god awful cackle, âoh no.. sheâs not steveâs,â covering your mouth before another taunting laugh comes out.
steve is trying to stifle his grin but fails, reaching his hand out to shake eddieâs hand, âah man, no ellaâs not mine but she is beautiful, isnât she? how are you?â
youâre eternally grateful that he heâs managed to sway the conversation and you arenât forced to explain why or how youâd had a child with jason fucking carver. turning back to robin as you hear steve ramble on about work and corroded coffinâs new album, something you had absolutely no care about.
âshall we get another drink?â robin asks, eyeing the open bar and your empty glass.
âplease.â
the rest of the night is going.. relatively well. itâs kinda unsettling to watch the younger kids drink legally, getting more boisterous and loud as the night progresses. itâs nice, if not a little sad just thinking about how you werenât really able to enjoy yourself at their age because you had a newborn.
you mustâve been deep in thought as you donât even notice eddie creep up to the empty table, standing awkwardly besides your chair, âcan we talk?â
your eyes shoot up to meet his, baffled by his presence, âwhat could we possibly have to talk about?â
he exhales through his nose, âuh.. a lot? we donât have to do it here.. i have a room upstairs or.. outside?â
âno,â gripping onto your glass of wine, desperately trying to grab the attention of someone behind eddie to come and save you, âi donât want to speak to you.â
heâs exasperated, clutching onto his beer with strained white knuckles. how were you ever supposed to move past this when you wouldnât even give him the opportunity to explain himself. but that was exactly it. you didnât care about any of the silly excuses youâre sure heâd conjured up, he did what he did and that was that.
âiâm trying here..â sounding exasperated, âhow âbout dinner? sometime this week, on me,â his voice is deeper now, raspier. you figure as a result of constant partying and chain smoking while on tour.
âi have a child and a job.. i donât have time for dinner with you on top of that,â swallowing the rest of the sweet white wine, putting the empty glass back on the table with a forceful slam.
you make brief eye contact with will who was passing behind eddie and decide to take the opportunity to pounce, standing from your chair and rushing over the second he nears your table.
âwill.. hey,â speeding to catch him up, mouthing a small save me, clinging to his arm as you move away from eddie who was stood deflated at the table.
will thankfully catches your drift, steering you towards the bar, âyou okay? i was just about to leave..â placing his empty glass onto the bar with a soft sigh.
âwhat? no.. if i canât go then youâre not allowed either,â talking sternly to the boy even though he now towered above you and just about everybody else in here.
he screws up his face, looking over to the dance floor, âitâs just..â sighing once again, âawful, isnât it?â following his gaze to an intoxicated mike performing an elaborate air guitar routine in the middle of the floor.
it wasnât exactly the same, but you could empathise with the difficult situation and that foul feeling in your stomach that you were sure he could feel too. you could imagine that it wasnât easy to see the man youâd once, or perhaps still loved after so long. in fact, you didnât really need to imagine at all.
deciding it was better to change the subject, distract him from the unraveling scene on the dance floor, âdâyou smoke?â
he looks around quickly, watching out for a listening jonathan, you assume before he nods quickly, âbut no one can know,â a hint of a smile creeping onto his face.
you return the devilish grin before hooking your arm in his, pulling him towards the door where you could get the hell away from annoying men and their long black hair.
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itâs gone three by the time you get back to steveâs, genuinely having to coax him from the party and into the cab youâd shared with a belligerent dustin, making sure he had got home safely.
âi wasnât too mean, was i?â snuggled up in steveâs blankets, facing each other in the low light of his room.
ânooo, no you were on fire,â he laughs, he was still tipsy and slightly reeking of booze as he lay next to you.
âreally? youâre sure?â he was definitely just drunk and blabbing on but youâd take it.
âyes.. it was perfect,â he hiccups, interrupting his sentence, âbuuut.. and iâm not the only one who said this so donât kill me..â kissing the back of his teeth, âyouâre not gonna like what i have to say.â
âwhat? what is it?â prodding his shoulder with a quick jab. knowing eddie, heâd probably gone round the party whispering some bullshit about the two of you.
âwell..â holding his hands in the air, âthereâs still chemistry there.. yâknow i could see it,â raising his eyebrows, hands collapsing onto the blanket.
âright, iâm going to sleep.. youâre drunk and just saying stupid shit now,â rolling your eyes as you settle into the soft pillow, closing your eyes so you no longer had to entertain his idiotic nonsense.
he chortles, hiccuping mid-laugh which makes a horrid choking noise, âiâm not that drunk.. robin said it too,â the lamp clicks off, darkening the room, âand dustin..â
âgo to sleep steve,â unamused and tired.
âokay okay.. goodnight,â he calls, you can hear the smile in his voice as he turns to face the other way, taking that as your opportunity to rest your head on his back, nuzzling into the soft cotton t-shirt.
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monday is particularly awful and youâre reminded exactly why you donât drink often. two days on and youâre still exhausted, half-heartedly filling the shelves and just trying to make it to two oâclock.
in your tired state, one of the bottles of shampoo you were putting out, falls out of your hand and rolls off somewhere down the aisle. you sigh, a deep, fed-up, exhaustive sigh and get up to go and fetch it when the bottle appears before your face, a tattooed, ring-filled hand latched onto it.
âcarver? really?â eddie frowns, watching you from above, eyebrows furrowed together.
you place the bottle onto itâs rightful spot on the shelf and choose to ignore him. if heâd come all the way down here just to piss you off about your poor life choices then he could get fucked.
âwhenâd that happen?â
blanking him again as you continue to put stuff onto the shelves. this was the easiest way to guarantee that you werenât going to get yourself fired for being rude to him.
âyou gonna ignore me? i just wanna know,â still poking and prodding, he clearly wasnât very good at picking up on context clues.
nothing.
âfuck, can you just talk to me for five minutes?â your silence was driving him crazy, aggravating him to no end.
âiâm at work, so no,â hurriedly trying to finish the stock you had so you had an excuse to rush out the back and away from him.
he was fortunate that it was a quiet monday, the store full of mostly older ladies who had no idea who he was. you sorta hoped that heâd get mobbed and would have to hurry off and leave you alone.
âwhy jason? out of literally everyone else in this shithole you choose jason?â screwing his face up in disgust.
you slam the box cutter down with a loud clatter, causing a few turned heads and raised eyebrows. fuck âem. if you had done what youâd really wanted to do, youâd be locked up forever.
âi donât know if you remember this but my boyfriend of like, two years ran away and never came home so yeah.. that kinda fucked with me a little and lucky for me, jason carver was there and also hated my exâs guts.. so it was perfect, you know?â staring flatly at him, you were not dealing with his shit today.
eddie scoffs, âso you had a kid with him? and now.. what? you play happy families just to spite me? is that it?â
âyes eddie, i had a whole child just to piss you off.â
he gawps back at you, clearly also did not possess the ability to sense sarcasm.
âno,â scowling at him, âit was an accident and now heâs.. i dunno, coaching basketball at some school in ohio or some shit.. why donât you go and bother him?â
âso youâre not together?â
you can only roll your eyes in response, in sheer disbelief that heâd made such a fuss because he couldnât just outright ask if you were single.
un-fucking-believable.
youâve had just about enough of this conversation, pulling your little trolley back towards the swing doors that lead to the warehouse. at least he wasnât allowed in there.
âwait! wait..â he grabs onto the other side of the trolley, stopping you from walking off, âhave dinner with me tonight or.. tomorrow?â eyes big and pleading.
ânow why would i do that?â
âbecause i want to explain myself.. i need to.â
one of the younger shoppers notices who he is and begins trying to talk to him, coming over to where you two stood rather excitedly. eddie is kind enough to smile and give her a few polite words, eyes still latched onto yours despite the ecstatic woman beside him.
âokay,â honestly just wanting to get away from all this commotion, âtomorrow.â
his scowl subsides, replaced by a gleaming grin, âsix oâclock.. pinoâs, iâll sort it, okay?â already starting to walk away from the crazy woman.
âright,â you nod, pulling your trolley away and into the back warehouse, leaning against the concrete wall. the whole exchange was tiring, knocking whatever tiny bit of energy out of you.
were you actually gonna go?
absolutely fucking not.
-
by the time six rolls around the next night, you really had forgotten all about it. rushing to get ella her dinner after swimming lessons, already worrying about paying for yet another field trip sheâd sprung on you earlier. youâd begun to wonder if they even taught in the classrooms anymore with the amount of permission slips she brought home.
sheâs finally settled into bed, after much protesting and a lot of coaxing. youâre just about to finally relax on the couch when someone hammers on your front door. and if you werenât already pissed off with ellaâs whining, you were most definitely about to be with whichever mindless prick was banging on your door.
âwhat do you want?â you hiss, jerking the door open to reveal a pathetic looking eddie on the other side, face forlorn and dejected.
heâs in that white shirt again. it makes you sick to your stomach to admit that it really does look good on him. his arms now more defined, the cotton sticking to his muscles, briefly showcasing the new tattoos underneath. maybe heâd actually got off of his ass and did something other than smoke weed all day.
âoh so you are alive, dâyou forget about something?â heâs snarling now, having conjured up some elaborate excuse in his head as to why you hadnât showed, only to find you at home, seemingly with no care in the world.
âoops,â the corners of your mouth twitching into a smile, you hadnât even actually meant to stand him up, you were just gonna call his hotel and cancel but the thought had just completely slipped your mind.
and even if it shouldnât, it really did feel good. knowing he was the one sat waiting for you for once.
âoops? i sat there for an hour waiting for you and then spent the last hour trying to convince dustin to give me your fucking address.. and all you can say is oops?â
you shrug, âfeels pretty shitty to be forgotten about, doesnât it?â tilting your head, watching as his face falls. heâd been got.
âokay.. okay, i get it, and iâm sorry.. thereâs not a day that goes by that i donât feel like shit for how i treated you,â his head dips low, looking particularly sorry for himself.
and for a second you do too. not that he deserved it. quickly having to remind yourself exactly what he had done to you, which was not at all helped by the fact that he now had everything heâd ever wanted in life.
and you couldnât fault your life. truly. but fuck did it sting sometimes, to know that your life had stagnated, stuck in the same shitty town youâd grown up in while he was on the other side of the country, more money than sense and a hoard of doting fans that would do absolutely anything heâd ask of them.
âgood,â you bark, going to slam the door shut only for it to bang against his black boot wedged in the door, âif you donât move your foot iâll- iâll call the police.â
âno you wonât,â his hand reaches out to grab onto the other side of the handle, he couldâve easily pushed his way in if heâd really wanted, âletâs talk.. like adults,â begging you now, âplease.â
you huff, this would end with you either letting him in or being forced to wake ella after you bashed his head into the doorframe. it was easier to just accept the first option and youâd find some bullshit to get him to leave later on.
opening the door wider to let him in, keeping your eyes square on the ground as he walks through, peering around at your home. probably comparing it to his mansion in the hollywood hills the pretentious fuck.
ânice..â he nods, leaning in to look at the photo of you and ella a few christmasâ ago, she was tiny then, sporting a miniature santa hat.
âyeah well, sheâs asleep upstairs so.. make it quick,â you frown, closing the door behind him, watching as his eyes take in the cluttered room, smile fading when he catches sight of the singular picture you have up of jason and ella.
âi canât believe you chose to fuck jason of all people.. i mean, iâve made some shitty decisions in my life but..â he stops himself from going any further when he sees your face, if looks could kill, heâd be long gone by now.
âdid you come here for a reason? or are you here to talk about my life decisions.. because i really donât want to hear it from you,â crossing your arms over your chest, wanting him out of your house.
âno.. no, shit- iâm sorry,â he shuffles on his feet, banging his head, âi wanna talk.. properly.â
you roll your hand to motion for him to continue, âgo on..â
he inhales, chewing on the inside of his cheek, trying to psyche himself up to actually say what he wanted to say. it wasnât that he didnât know what to say, he just couldnât string it together to make sense.
âiâm sorry for the way i treated you.. it wasnât right and i know that now,â his hand coming to rub the back of his clammy next, why was your house so fucking hot?
âokay.. apology accepted, was that everything?â you say flatly, glancing up the stairs to make sure ella wasnât awake and out of her room.
his face falls, âcan you just.. just let me explain,â his adam apple bobbing as he swallows, âwhy donât you sit down..â motioning towards your ratty couch.
you relent your stern stature, hesitantly going to sit on the couch, trying to ensure that he couldnât possibly sit next to you by sprawling your legs out onto the empty cushion. so he takes the seat furthest away, running his hands down his tight jeans. designer, no less.. the only person you knew stupid enough to spend thousands on designer jeans just to tear holes in them.
âwhen i ended things with you, i wasnât.. well, it was me, but i had my manager screaming in my ear that itâd never work and he could hook me up with some fuckinâ model.. itâd help the band.. so thatâs what i did,â and for once, he looked genuinely remorseful, fiddling with the loose threads on his expensive jeans.
âso you sold out? thatâs your excuse?â
his head shoots up, mouth hung open with absolute disgust all over his face, âi am not a sell out.â
which is incredibly refutable, youâd heard a snippet of one of their recent songs on the radio at work and it had sounded exactly like the commercial shit he used to rag on when you were together. not a touch on the corroded coffin you sat and watched practice for hours on end.
âoh? so you didnât break up with me to further your career? you just wanted to fuck hot models? which one is it âcause iâm a little confused here,â completely losing it, springing up from your slouched position.
âokay, yeah.. yeah i did, i broke up with you because i wanted to fuckinâ make something of my life.. and look at where i am and look at-,â
â-donât you dare finish that sentence,â you snap, gritting your teeth together as you near his face, positively shaking with rage.
âwhatâre you gonna do? you gonna hit me? do it,â his chin tilted to match your elevated position, eyes glued to yours.
âi should.â
his lips twitch into a smirk, âyou wonât.â
and before your brain has the time to really process your next movements, he balls his fist into your t-shirt, causing your chest to collide into his as his lips smash into yours, knocking the air out of your lungs.
scrambling to find his shoulders for balance, sliding one hand onto his stubbly cheek. itâs all teeth and tongues, heâs ravenous and unrelenting, letting go of his grip on your shirt to place his hands on your hips, âmove,â mumbling against your lips as he attempts to manoeuvre you onto his lap while twisting around.
he slides down the couch, keeping a solid hold of your body as you find the right position. your legs are either side of his waist, sliding into the gap between his body and the couch sitting right on his crotch. wasting absolutely zero time in connecting your lips against, honestly not wanting to run the risk of him opening his mouth and ruining this.
his large hands find solace on your ass, creeping up to remove the oversized shirt youâd thrown on. you place your hand above his, restricting him from moving any further. itâs not that you were embarrassed- okay, maybe you were a little. but your body had changed since becoming a mom and eddie had become accustomed to gorgeous models and perfect women that heâd certainly not want to see your boring, frumpy mom body.
he groans in protest, trying again to lift the shirt further only for your fingernails to dig into his hand, âno,â speaking into the filthy kiss.
eddie pulls away from the kiss, fingers coming to gently brush the hair from your face, âyou canât be serious? iâve seen it all before,â he grumbles, fingers itching to try lift it again.
ânot like this you havenât.. i just.. want it on, okay?â
âno- why wonât you let me take this off?â fingers curling around the hem, already trying his luck with getting it up again.
you sigh, meeting his blown out eyes with your glossy ones, âi donât even know what iâm doing.. fuck,â attempting to climb off of his lap while the spare hand he has on your ass clamps you down, keeping you pressed to him.
âhey.. hey, keep it on.. i donât care,â already trying to chase your lips, âiâm just saying, you donât need to,â the denim covering his growing erection starting to rub against your throbbing clit, the sparse material of your pajama shorts were not leaving much to the imagination.
âjesus christ, just take it off,â giving up in your protest, it was useless against eddieâs persistence.
you press your lips to his the second your shirt is off, there was no time to judge your body if he couldnât see it. pulling at his jacket to get it off, the metal buttons digging into your now bare skin.
âi didnât.. i didnât mean.. what i said..â babbling through the kiss as he shimmies out of the jacket, landing on the floor with a soft thud.
âshut up,â you whine, running your hand along the length of his chest until you reach the hem of his black shirt, gripping your fingers around the fabric and lifting it slightly, exposing his midriff, the soft trail of hair ascending the skin.
his head jerks backwards, allowing you to tug the shirt off, finally allowing his eyes to wander to your chest. âholy shit,â he remarks like heâd never seen a pair of tits before. itâs futile for him to pretend that he hadnât seen some amazing boobs in his time so you scoff, rolling your eyes.
working your hand at his belt buckle, fiddling with the metal until it pops undone. heâs hard already and it makes you groan, brushing your hand over the raised denim. this week seriously mustâve been difficult if he was getting hard so easily over you.
it doesnât ever occur to you how much of a mistake this was. and even if it did, you didnât have much time to ponder on it as his hands are grabbing at your breasts, palming them as his lips suck at your jaw and down onto your neck softly. guaranteed to leave a lovely violet mark that the old ladies at work would certainly gasp at.
heâs helping you with his jeans, one hand gripping onto your waist to keep you steady as he lifts his hips from the couch and the other hurriedly yanking them down just enough to reveal his boxers. thatâs the next port of call, fingers grabbing at the thin black cotton, pulling them down his thighs as his cock springs into action.
eddieâs lips are still on your neck while you mindlessly wrap your hand around his cock, pumping your fist as you shuffle upwards. his breath hitches in his throat, still peppering sloppy kisses to the sensitive skin.
âoh god,â he whines into your collarbone, feeling his eyelashes flutter against your jaw. for a man who had been painted as womaniser in the media, he sure was still just as pathetic as he used to be underneath you.
youâre a little annoyed that itâs you whoâs taking control right now. after so many years of disrespect from his end, you think he at least owed it to you to take charge.
your hand grabs onto his shoulder, pulling his face from your neck, âbe quiet, okay?â sitting taller to position yourself comfortably, the harsh fabric of the couch grazing your knees.
he nods, sliding his hand up your waist and back to your hip, taking in the sight of you. you wouldnât ever admit it aloud, but truthfully, you really did miss him sometimes. missed the way his pretty pink lips looked after being glued to yours or the way he gazed at you doing the most mundane tasks.
you cant your hips, sinking down onto his length slowly, biting down onto your bottom lip as his cock fills you to the hilt. his eyelids flicker, fingernails digging into your doughy hips. itâs been a little while since youâd done this so you have to take a second to become accustomed to the slight stretch. itâs good, in the most masochistic way.
your hands cling onto his shoulders, watching his slack jaw, tiny breaths escaping from his mouth as you attempt to move. painstakingly slow at first, knees beginning to shake as you try to remember what you should even be doing. your cheeks flushing, feeling so incredibly embarrassed. the man was fucking models and then youâre here, pitifully trying to ride him. itâs awful, you know itâs awful.
his arm comes to snake around your waist, taking matters into his own hands and flipping the two of you around, your back suddenly pressed into the couch. holy shit. you appreciate the initiative, wrapping your legs around his waist, readjusting your grip on his shoulders.
âneed you a little faster than that darling,â large hands digging into the couch either side of your head. youâd feel utterly mortified if you werenât thoroughly enjoying the sight of him looming over you, his hair falling beautifully into your face.
eddie starts slow at first, moving his hips slowly, obviously well versed. your mouth opens but no noise escapes, well aware that you werenât the only ones in your house. instead you pant softly, desperate for his lips to grace yours again.
itâs not long before heâs quickening his pace, unable to contain himself when you feel so perfect around him. âi missed you- fuck, iâve missed you so much,â he groans, keeping his voice low despite wanting to start screaming.
you donât reply, too fucked-out to even think about words. eyes drooping as his cock nudges against the soft spongy spot no one other than him had been able to reach.
the couch creaks beneath you, the old thing unable to keep up with his rutting hips, the top of your head knocking into the arm rest every time his hips collided with yours. your living room had never bore witness to such filth and as quiet as you were trying to be, the sounds are indistinguishable.
having to bite down onto your lip when his thumb meets your clit, legs tightening around his waist with every soft circle he draws around the sensitive bud. eddie was never bad in bed but holy shit, maybe money had done something right for him.
he sits up, soft sighs falling out of his lips as his hand disconnects from your clit, sliding toward your knee and positioning your leg onto his shoulder. your nails press into his forearm, willing yourself to stay quiet even now heâs seemingly trying to kill you.
and through it all, heâs smirking. relishing the way youâre writhing around, trying not to cum when he nudges against that sweet, spongy spot this position allowed.
his thumb finds your clit again, âholy shit sweetheart.. you gonna cum?â grunting softly with every thrust.
youâre positively wrecked beneath him, face pressed into the couch cushion as your stomach flips. panting into the fabric, incoherent ramblings of eddieâs name and a bunch of curse words fill the room.
âcum for me baby.. shit,â struggling to keep his own pace as you tighten around him, leg trembling around his neck as your orgasm takes over. pleasure overtaking your limbs as your hips buck instinctively, thankfully muffled by the couch.
âoh my god,â you breathe, struggling to see straight when your eyes eventually reopen, gazing up at eddie above, certain heâs about to draw blood from his teeth digging in to his lip.
âwhere.. where shall i- shit,â he squeezes out, feeling his hips begin to stutter, eyes rolling to the back of his head. heâs just about quick enough to pull out, thick ropes of cum paint your thighs. narrowly avoiding the couch.
if you had the energy to get annoyed, you wouldâve snapped, but in all honesty, your brain was still reeling and anger was the last thing you felt.
eddie reaches over, ever the gentleman and grabs his shirt to clean his mess. didnât matter to him obviously, he had more than enough money to buy another.
and there it is. the bitterness filling your body again the second heâs no longer on top of you, or inside of you rather. you attempt to bite it down.
âyou wanna talk now?â he asks, pulling his boxers back up to a more respectable position.
âiâm tired eddie,â and you are, on a school night like tonight youâd have been fast asleep by now.
he sighs, shoulders slumping over. even after youâd just had the most mind-altering sex, you couldnât speak to him. âplease,â pleading with you almost, desperate for one more chance.
maybe itâs the exhaustion or maybe the dopamine still pumping through your brain but you concede, pulling your shirt back over your head before motioning for him to speak.
âi donât have any excuses, iâm just-,â he sighs, turning on the couch to face you fully, âiâm sorry for hurting you, i was wrong and i know that,â his eyes are dipped, peering at you from underneath his spindly lashes, âwhy dâyou think iâve avoided this place for so long?â
âi donât know? because youâre a pussy? because youâre too scared to face me?â letting the words rattle off your tongue without much thought.
âbecause iâm embarrassed,â he corrects, without much offence, âbecause iâm ashamed and feel like i owe you more than some dick and a shitty apology.. i just didnât know how i could ever make it up to you,â half-moon eyes glossy in the low light.
your heart thumps in your chest, blood echoing through your ears. eddie munson, world renowned rockstar was sat on your couch, apologising for something you shouldâve forgotten about a long time ago.
the years of hatred and avoidance come tumbling down in a millisecond. all youâd ever wanted was to hear him say sorry. to admit that heâd fucked you over for a life of fame and now you had it, you werenât exactly sure what to even do with it.
âokay.. now what? are you gonna make it up to me? because i want to believe you eddie, i do.. but you canât just traipse in here and expect me to forgive you like that,â the tears roll over, sliding down your warm cheeks.
he nods, grabbing onto your hands in a last ditch gesture to show his sincerity, âiâm going to.. i-i want to,â heâs still nodding, bringing his face closer to yours, âtell me how, iâll do anything,â adamâs apple bobbing with every word.
âstay here,â your eyes are trained on him, ignoring the blurred vision, ânot forever, just for now,â lips pursed, ready to be broken once more.
you half-expect him to come out with some sorry excuse, tell you he had to get back to his hotel so he couldnât possible stay here.
but he doesnât.
eddie takes your hand, tugging it gently and with words you donât register, babbles something about bed. so you follow him, allowing him to guide you to your room and slide in between the sheets next to you.
everything is so gentle, soft and pure. something you hadnât felt in a long time.
-
âhey.. sweetheart,â eddieâs hand gently shakes your arm, whispering into your ear, âyou awake?â
you squint in the dim light, feeling his hand descend onto your waist, chest pressed against your back, âi am now,â you grumble, it was early.. early even by ellaâs standards.
âi gotta go.. you got work today?â he asks, making no effort to actually get up and leave your bed though.
you nod into the pillow, rubbing your sleep heavy eyes. in your sleep hazed state, you shuffle, moving backwards against him.
âokay.. shit- donât do that,â strained as you shift against him, unknowingly brushing against his cock, âiâll be back.. after you..â heâs losing it a little now, âafter you finish..â lips pressed to your ear.
you were moving deliberately now, just ever-so-slightly rocking your hips back and forth, you could feel him growing against your ass.
âi canât..â he groans, grip tightening on your hip,
âplease,â you breathe, reaching backwards to find his mop of curls, taking a fistful for leverage as his own hipâs thrust into your backside, his low growls only spurring you on.
you had been on your own for so long now, could he really blame you?
eddie doesnât leave for another hour, creeping out of your house with his head low and a shit eating grin plastered on his face.
-
the key turns in your door as youâre loading the dishwasher. youâd given steve a spare for emergencies but it seemed to get used for anything but.
he slinks into the kitchen where you stand with your back to him, âhey,â already knowing who it was.
âwell hello,â announcing his presence, something about his tone of voice already seemed off, he sounded short, annoyed almost, âhow have you been?â
âiâm good..â you spin to face him, puzzled by his strange demeanour, âhow are you?â
heâs holding onto something behind his back but you canât quite catch a glimpse, âactually.. iâm a little pissed off,â you can tell heâs not completely serious by the hint of a smile on his face.
âhmm? whyâs that?â
he looks around the room expectedly, âoh i donât know.. you donât have anything to tell me, do you?â shaking his head, still gripping onto this mystery object.
âno..â narrowing your eyes, determining whether he knew what you thought he knew.
he did, he one hundred percent did. holy fuck. heâd figured you out already. eddie had opened his big, stupid mouth and told dustin, who wouldâve told steve and god knows who else. fucking moron.
âno? soo..â his pulls the magazine from behind his back, flipping it to the page heâd already saved, âthis isnât real then?â shoving the glossy pages into your face, âbecause to me.. this looks an awful lot like eddie.. at this very house,â he jabs his finger at the pixelated image, âand this little blob here.. thatâs you, no?â
youâre utterly gobsmacked. mouth hung open in pure shock. because that most definitely was eddie.. and your house.. and you. you hadnât seen anyone with a camera, hell, you hadnât seen anyone on the street at all.
âand correct me if iâm wrong, but is this not our friend eddie leaving your house the next morning?â showing the next image of him leaving your house the day after, hair unruly and messed up, holding his denim jacket in his arms as he climbs into his car.
your mouth moves but no words come out, croaking as you struggle to meet steveâs eyes. completely speechless, there was no feasible excuse. you had been caught with your pants down. literally.
âi can explain,â waving your hands around while steve stands smug against the kitchen counter. â..no i canât,â shoulders slumped as you blink at your best friend, no you really couldnât. suppose you couldâve come up with some lie about a look-a-like youâd been seeing but that wouldâve made you look particularly strange.
âwere you ever gonna tell me?â heâs almost hurt that you hadnât ran to him to tell him immediately. this was true best friend gossip and youâd kept him from it.
âi was! steve.. i donât even know what happened- he came over to apologise and then we were arguing and then.. then we had sex and itâs not my fault..â youâre trying, and failing, to contain your smile, flashing your cheeky grin to your best friend in the hopes he would let this slide.
âi canât believe you didnât tell me!â jutting his bottom lip out, âso, youâre getting back together?â his eyes sceptical yet sparkling with a sense of hope. youâre grateful that all he seems to care about is the fact you lied. or actually, withheld the truth as you preferred it.
âno.. well.. no, we had dinner together yesterday and he mightâve stayed over but no..â shaking your head, âheâs leaving again soon and we both know what happened last time..â you shrug, leaning back against the counter, âi guess i donât hate him now, thatâs good isnât it?â
steve looks perplexed, âwait wait wait.. so youâre just.. screwing around? and then he leaves again, thatâs it? whatâs the point?â taking a seat at the small kitchen table, fully engrossed in the conversation.
âi dunno.. i guess thatâs it?â you hadnât really thought about the fact that heâd be leaving again, in fact, you hadnât really had time to think much at all about what was happening.
youâd just sort of acknowledged that at some point heâd go back to california and youâd stay here and whatever was happening would.. end? it wasnât as if you were going to be super upset about it like you once were. lots of people fuck their exâs.. this was fine.
because thatâs what this is, right?
just sex with an ex?
âthatâs it?â steve reiterates, looking completely flabbergasted that the woman who once left the room whenever eddie munsonâs name was mentioned was now being so casual about this.
âyeah,â you shrug, not wanting to make a massive deal out of it though you could always rely on steve to be over dramatic on your behalf.
âno,â he straightens up in the chair, âall of this canât be for nothing,â sounding utterly exasperated, âyou two obviously belong together so why donât you go for it? i could see you living it up out in la.. big house, big car-,â
you cut him off before he can divulge into his delusions any further, âi think youâre getting ahead of yourself steve,â shaking your head at his ludicrous attitude.
youâd be lying if you said you hadnât thought about it once or twice but it seemed silly to start imagining this crazy life together after all these years. heâd barely just made it into your good graces again, you were hardly going to run off to california with him. it was utter delusion.
âokay okay..â he scoffs, âbut i still think you need to talk to him. i donât want you getting hurt again, okay? just make sure that youâre both on the same page,â nodding as he stands from his seat and begins to rummage through your cupboards for something to eat.
he was probably right and you knew it deep down. you werenât keen on being the one to bring the conversation up, not after that first night. after you had sobbed in his arms in bed, letting him soothe you to sleep with a bunch of probable empty promises.
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when eddie lets himself into your house a few hours later, steveâs eyebrows fly up his forehead but he doesnât say a word. instead, he nods at the man, keeping his opinions to himself.
the pair of you resemble an old married couple, except youâre the grumpy old man with your wife cuddled into your side. your wife being steve that is.
âoh.. is this uh, something that happens often?â eddie asks, settling into the empty chair across from you. slightly miffed that steve was nestled into your side.
âyup,â you nod, smiling at him your chin resting on steveâs head. he hadnât a reason to be jealous, youâd really rather poke your eyeballs out with a fork than do anything remotely sexual with steve.
âright.. yeah okay,â eddie says, looking perplexed but sitting back in the chair. if he was going to stick around then this would have to be something that he got used to. because you sure as hell werenât going to stop being so close with steve for the guy that broke your heart at eighteen.
âyou want a drink?â you ask, realising that you should probably be a good host even if it was only eddie.
âyeah sure.â
you untangle yourself from steve and trundle off into the kitchen. steve takes this as the perfect opportunity to grill eddie on his intentions, sitting up straight and making sure that you were really gone before beginning his interrogation.
âso.. you two?â
eddie shrugs, not wanting to get into it with steve after such a long day.
steve sighs, leaning toward eddie, âiâm gonna say this once.. but if you hurt her again, i will kill you,â staring the other man down. contempt in his eyes. he was dead serious too.
âiâm not- iâm not gonna hurt her,â eddie sits up, praying that youâd hurry back with this damn drink.
âi mean it eddie,â raising his eyebrows, âyou didnât see how she was after you left.. iâm not going through that again, iâm not letting her go through that again.â
âsteve-,â eddie blinks, stopping himself as you re-enter the room. hoping that you hadnât heard their conversation, heâd only just got you to stop hating him. he wasnât prepared to go back to that like, ever.
âwhatâre you talking about?â placing the bottle of beer in front of eddie and collapsing back into your spot on the couch.
âfootball,â steve answers quickly, groaning as he pushes himself off of the sofa, âiâm gonna head home, got work in the morning but iâll see you tomorrow,â he smiles, winking at you from above.
âokay,â you utter, sounding more like a question than a statement, watching carefully as he gathers his things without so much as a glance at eddie. you can only imagine what was actually said but that was truly none of your business.
youâd just grill eddie later to make sure steve hasnât been too much of an asshole.
âbyee,â you call out behind him, already eyeing a sheepish eddie. thisâd probably be it. youâd known it was coming at some point, you just werenât sure of when.
if steveâs sudden departure was anything to go off, you were probably right.
the door clicks shut and you turn your attention to eddie who was still sat on the solemn chair. oh god. maybe you had got a little used to having him around again and now to know that itâd all be coming to an abrupt end once again.. yeah you felt a tad shit.
âwhatâd you say?â you ask outright, it made zero sense to beat around the bush.
âme?â he looks almost offended, âi didnât say shit.. didnât get the chance to,â but heâs smiling ever so slightly and your heart relaxes.
christ you were so stupid. letting him back into your life just to let him walk away a second time. perhaps youâd done something horrific in a past life to deserve this same fate twice.
âso what did he say?â you press, unsure of if your even wanted the answer.
eddie sighs before coming to collapse on the couch next to you, âit wasnât important.. look, i wanna be honest with you,â his hand comes to grab yours and you freeze, bracing yourself for what was inevitably going to come next. âyou mean a lot to me and.. and i donât want you to think that i donât care or that iâm just leaving you again,â his eyes are focussed on yours, full of what you hope is sincerity.
you donât reply, instead you nod slightly and urge him to continue. this was it. the kicker. ïżŒ
âiâve gotta go back to la next week,â his grip tightens around your hand, âbut iâm coming back as soon as i can, okay?â heâs serious too and youâd like to believe him but if the past was anything to go by, you werenât eager.
you nod silently. fuck this. once again, you were sat before eddie munson, listening to his plans to jet off to la. it felt like the cruelest case of deja-vu. if anything, you want to kick yourself for even allowing him to wiggle his way back into your heart. most people know better after the first time.
âitâs three weeks.. maybe a month, but iâm coming back, i promise,â he pleads, hanging his head low. he knows thereâs absolutely nothing he could say to you that would make you believe him but he had to try.
you hum, frowning just a little before finally replying, âiâve heard that before,â not meaning to sound as snarky as you did, but it was true.
âiâm serious, iâm not.. not gonna lose you again, iâve learnt my lesson,â his eyes are big and pleading and youâre thrown right back to being eighteen, listening to him convince you how going to la would be the best decision.
âso.. what? youâre gonna come back to hawkins just to see me? i donât-,â you sigh, as much as you wanted to believe him, it just wasnât plausible in your mind, âi just donât understand, are we together or are you just coming back to fuck? you donât have to, you know? iâve made peace with it all and iâm fine.. you donât have to lie to me anymore.â
if anyone was going to fuck this up, it would be you. thatâs for certain.
âwhat the fuck?â he exclaims, genuinely flabbergasted, âthis is me telling you that iâm serious about this.. about you,â he takes your hand into his properly, scooting around to face you fully, âi love being here with you, and ella and there is nothing out in la worth more than this,â you think he might just start crying, or you might. or perhaps both of you.
you sniff, not wanting to speak in fear of bursting into hysterics. it was all just so confusing and weird. youâd grown accustomed to eddie being on the other side of the country and now suddenly he was back in your life with what seemed like a a declaration of love. it was just too much to handle. and maybe you blame yourself a little, for not truly thinking about the implications of fucking your ex that had abandoned you years prior. but now it all just seemed to be hurtling in the most intense direction.
you were the one that had told him to stay after all. because really, you couldâve kicked him out, refused to ever even acknowledge him again. but you hadnât.
âare you telling me the truth?â is all that you manage to squeak out. baring resemblance to a small child.
you really mustâve looked pathetic, eyes brimming with tears, bottom lip quivering as you hold in the implosion of emotions. itâs always scary being vulnerable with someone, let alone someone that once meant so much to you.
he still did. as much as youâre absolutely petrified to admit it, heâd weaselled his way back into your heart and now here you are, a mess of emotions and perplexing feelings that are too complicated to handle.
âi promise you,â he sighs, clearly fed up of your whining, âiâm coming back this time.â
and maybe youâre stupid. maybe youâre still hung up on some high school relationship that ended long ago but you canât help it, you nod.
idiotically believing him because what else can you do after letting him into your home and your heart again.
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Yo, Can u write about Mexican! Batbro (same age or a year older than Damian, like Damian he's a biological son of Bruce) who celebrates dia de muertos, he could make an altar of Thomas and Martha Wayne, he could explain his roots and culture to the batfamily
Sure thing. Damn, Bruce is really mister Worldwide.
Summary: (Y/N) is Mexican. Everyone is curious.
Warnings: nothing bad, talking about Mexican culture, which is really cool with the day of the dead honestly,
Bruce has been thinking about getting a vasectomy, since he has found out about (Y/N), his son who was born and is being raised in Mexico. Bruce slept with a model and hence, (Y/N) was born. His mother loved him, but she wanted (Y/N) to go to the USA, to get a safer life and better education.
Bruce, being ever so suspicious, decided to do a DNA test, just in case. You just never know and Bruce didn't want to be used for his money and a green card for the boy that wasn't his. And once a DNA test showed that Bruce was the father, he took it upon himself to get (Y/N) into the USA and to get him his citizenship.
And immigration is not fun to deal with, everyone knows that. After pulling some connections, (Y/N) managed to get to the USA on a visa for now at least. Bruce has started the process right away with an immigration lawyer, the best on he could find in Gotham city. And since last name Wayne opens up a lot of doors everywhere, Bruce has decided to use that to his advantage.
The boys were not shocked by the news of another biological son. Damian wasn't afraid or threatened and unlike the first time he came to the manor, he's established himself as a biological son. And (Y/N) is a year younger than Damian anyway, so Damian welcomed (Y/N), but of course, it would take time for everyone to adjust to the new addition to the family.
Once (Y/N) settled down in the manor, Bruce sat him down to talk about everything moving forward. Bruce told (Y/N) that he will never prohibit any aspect of his culture and that if there are holidays that are important to him, that they would celebrate it. Bruce didn't want (Y/N) to lose his culture. He wanted (Y/N) to be proud of his culture and seeing the beaming smile on (Y/N)'s face made it all worth it.
So, the two decided to make a list of holidays that are important to him and that they were going to celebrate. (Y/N) made sure to put DĂa de los Muertos, alongside  Cinco de Mayo and El Grito de Independencia. Which (Y/N) clarified for his brothers. Cinco de Mayo commemorates the bravery of Mexican soldiers who made the French army retreat. El Grito de Independencia is the actual independence day, where they got their independence from Spain.
For some reason, Americans think that Cinco de Mayo is their independence day, which (Y/N) doesn't understand why Americans would think so. Like why? Do they not like to research? (Y/N) couldn't understand it, but decided to let it go since maybe Cinco the Mayo is far more easier to remember for them... No, that doesn't make any sense in that.
Maybe he'll never know.
(Y/N) was doing just fine in school. Bruce noticed how hard working he was. And it wasn't like Bruce had to force him to, he was just doing it on his own. Bruce wondered why, since he was a good student before coming to the USA. (Y/N) just explained how his mother taught that hard work is something that will make him succeed in life. She told him her story of hard work and how she became successful.
And Bruce understood why. (Y/N)'s mom didn't have connections and a last name that could open doors and simply pave the way. Bruce understood that and agreed that his mom did good. You can't expect that last name open up doors for you. Because anything can crumble when you least expect it.
So Bruce encouraged (Y/N) to take breaks, since it's not good to study for a long time. (Y/N) nodded and understood that. He promised Bruce that he would try his best to take breaks and Bruce smiled, knowing that he can't force change over night.
Jason on the other hand, needed help. He couldn't understand Spanish for the life of him. And he asked (Y/N) for help. And (Y/N) was surprisingly a good teacher. Teaching him how to pronounce certain sounds and taught him more than the teacher did. Jason was thankful and (Y/N) had no problem giving him tips he needed to remember certain things.
Dick was more interested in his culture. What were certain traditions of Mexican culture? What were values there? What is something you shouldn't do there? What should you do there? Dick was always more interested in learning about other cultures.
That turned into a nice during dinner. (Y/N) explained his roots and culture to them, beating a few stereotypes along the way and everyone listen intently. (Y/N) also said that he would like to celebrate the DĂa de los Muertos, reminding them that it start from the eve of October 31st until November 2nd. Bruce nodded having no problem.
What did shock Bruce was that (Y/N) revealed that he made an altar of Martha and Thomas Wayne. Bruce didn't know about it, but wasn't mad. (Y/N) explained what it meant to have an altar. It would mean having pictures of the deceased, alongside some candles and a cross. (Y/N) also added their favorite flowers.
Bruce was touched by that. To have his parents honored and remembered like that was... Touching. And a bit better than the way they do it here in America...
" Can you show the altar to me? " Bruce asked and (Y/N) nodded.
" I will papa. " (Y/N) sipped his water and Bruce nodded. After dinner, (Y/N) would show Bruce the altar of Martha and Bruce Wayne. It was a simply altar, with pictures, probably provided by Alfred, favorite flowers, just like (Y/N) said. There was also a cross.
" And it's normally that simple? " Bruce asked, curiously.
" Well on the Day of the Dead, we make ofrendas, in English language that means offerings. We leave water in the pitcher so that the spirits can quench their thirst, paper banners that are traditional and they represent wind and then we have earth which is normally bread. Then you have candles that are often arranged to look like a cross, so that the spirits can find their way, " (Y/N) explained and Bruce nodded.
" Also, some altars have level. Most elaborate ones have have seven levels, but most have 3 levels. And we also have flowers in Mexico that grow a lot and have a strong smell that is said that spirits are attracted to it to visit their mortal loved ones, " (Y/N) added and Bruce was going to get those flowers for (Y/N), no matter what connections he had to pull.
Bruce nodded as he listened more. He really liked this holiday. It was nice and you can feel closer to your lost ones, rather than in America where you bury your loved ones and then simply visit their grave. Bruce never thought about the spirit of his dead loved ones would come.
But he liked the Mexican mindset on that matter.
" That's a nice way of thinking. That their spirits try to come and visit... " Bruce trailed off, smiling at the altar.
" Whatever you need for the altar, you'll get it. Whatever it is, I'll get it for you. "
(Y/N) nodded, knowing that Bruce would do that.
" Well, you can help with cleaning up the grave, since we take care of the graves to put some offerings there. Oh, you and the rest of the family need to learn a lot. " (Y/N) crossed his arms as he chuckled, Bruce chuckling alongside him.
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love me like you paid me - co-written with @marvelouslizzieâ
Summary:Â You accompany businessman Bucky Barnes to all the events he has to attend, and you find yourself wishing he wasnât paying you to be his date.
Pairing: businessman!Bucky Barnes x female reader
Warnings:Â 18+, age gap (the reader is 24, Bucky is 34), teasing, dirty talk, pet names, daddy kink, fingering, nipples play, oral sex, clit play, no condom (but they are both clean and the reader is on birth control), cursing, no mention of y/nÂ
Word Count:Â 11K
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A/N:Â @marvelouslizzie and I had a great time writing this story, and we really hope you will, too, while reading it.
Please, do not repost or translate without my permission!
> I think I'll be late for a couple of minutes, I am very sorry. You can go inside, you just need to say your name.
You look at the text he sent you once again, to make sure you didnât miss any details. The thought of going inside alone spikes up your anxiety even though you never met him before. Everything looks so fancy, and you are already feeling out of place.
So you decide to wait. It's better for appearances, anyway. You didn't properly establish the context of you being his plus-one before, and you don't want to make mistakes.
And it doesn't even take a long time. He arrives just five or six minutes later. You watch him get out of the car and look around before your eyes finally meet for the first time.
"I am so, so sorry for being late. But why are you standing here?" He says awkwardly looking at you from head to toe twice as he starts arranging his suit jacket.
âI thought it would be better if we go inside together. It wouldn't look too convincing if we came separately.â
He nods. "Smart. I'm sorry, I'm..." He pauses, unsure, and extends his hand. "You're very beautiful, thank you. I'm Bucky."
You offer him a smile while extending your hand and giving him your name. âThank you. Youâre looking very dapper yourself.â
He snorts. "Not thanks to me."
âHuh?â You raise an eyebrow in confusion.
"I meant my stylist." He explains, freeing your hand.
âOh.â You feel awkward. You didnât even think about that. âYeah, but you are carrying it well.â
You see his cheeks getting red. "Thank you. Shall we go inside?"
âYeah, of course.â You offer him your arm.
"I think I should be doing that." He does the same thing.
You feel so embarrassed for a second but take his arm anyway. âSorry. Iâm just nervous.â
âDon't be sorry." He gives the man at the entrance a smile before saying your names, and in no time, you are led to your table.
You take a look around, trying to be as subtle as possible. Itâs even fancier than it seemed when you were waiting for him outside and people seem to know one another as they greet and talk to each other. You feel a faint pain in your stomach.
"You know⊠in case someone asks you, my three favorite things are eating my family and not using commas."
âWhat?â You feel so lost.
"My three favorite things are eating my family and not using commas." He repeats this expired joke he read online at some point. "You know, eating my family and eating, my family."
You suddenly snort, not expecting him to make a joke like this.
"I guess you can smile, and what a beautiful smile you have." He pauses and scrunches his nose as soon as he finishes the phrase. "I don't mean to be you know... I am not trying to...."
âYou are not trying to what?â Youâre still smiling because of his dad joke, totally unaware of why heâs trying to explain himself.
"To make you uncomfortable or something. I just wanted to help you feel better. I am surprised, though. Usually, models feel a little less nervous."
âModel?â You repeat, visibly confused. âIâm⊠Iâm not a model.â Did they tell him you were a model?
"Oh, it explains the height." He lets out a deep breath.
âThe height?â You canât believe he actually said that. Like your height isnât good enough for his standards. Probably, you arenât good enough for his standard since you arenât a model.
"Oh god, no." He groans. "That sounded terrible. I meant, models usually are very tall and look... different. I told them I don't want a model, but my team didn't quite listen. Thatâs why I said that."
âSo you arenât the one who specifically wanted a model?â
"God, no." He shakes his head. "I actually chose you." He scrunches his nose again. "That sounds even more terrible."
âI know you chose me. How do you think they found a photo of me to send you?â
Bucky snorts. "I should shut up."
âNo, no. I meanâŠâ You lower your voice a little to make sure no one hears you. âI was aware of what this is when I said yes. Itâs fine.â
"I am making a fool out of myself, I am sorry."
âNo, you are not. Itâs actually helping me to relax because I was really worried aboutâŠâ You stop yourself right before saying something stupid.
"Did I seem intimidating?"
âYeah.â You quickly accept it because his choice of words is much nicer than what you were originally thinking. You expected him to be a pretentious asshole. Instead, he seems like heâs just as nervous as you are.
He smiles. "What would you like to drink?"
âWhite wine is fine.â It seems like a safe choice.
"I love wine." He smiles. "And to be honest, itâs the only thing I drink at those events. Oh, and champagne, of course."
âThat also works, but I canât have too much.â
"Want to order food before?"
âNo, not because of that. I have an early work meeting tomorrow.â
"Oh, we can leave earlier." He immediately offers. "I don't stick much around usually, anyway."
âThatâs not necessary, we can stay as much as you want. Iâm already prepared for my meeting. I just donât want to seem unprofessional tomorrow by looking like I have a huge hangover. I kinda need it to go well.â
"What do you do if you're not a model?" He asks with a smile, genuinely curious to find out more information.
âI am running my own bakery.â
"That sounds so awesome. Family business?"
âNo. I actually started it pretty recently. Still learning how to manage a business and get clients.â You suddenly stop, feeling self-conscious. âSorry. That must sound really silly to you.â
"Silly?" He tries to tuck back a few strands of his hair as he looks at you. "I want to know more. If you want to share of course. Maybe I can even help. I know how hard it can be, especially when you don't have experience. Do you have a partner?"
âNo.â You canât help but smile because he seems genuinely interested. âIâm doing it by myself. Or rather trying.â
"Wow, that must be exhausting and challenging. Do you have employers? How new..." he stops mid-sentence when the waiter comes. "Can you bring us some white wine, please?"
"What kind?"
You watch him as he casually orders a specific brand, then his eyes meet yours again. You realize heâs actually waiting for your answer. âI have one person that works with me.â
"Paying a salary must be hard."
âYeah, money is kinda tight.â Thatâs the whole reason you accepted being his date tonight: you want to be able to pay Nicoleâs salary, but you donât say that.
"I'm sorry." He sighs. "Maybe I can help, though." He thinks about a donation or something, but he doesn't even know you or your business.
âYou already are. Donât worry about it.â
The waiter returns with the wine, asking you if you want to taste it, but Bucky gives him a polite smile after looking at you. "Thank you, but no need."
The man nods and starts pouring slowly.
When you taste the wine, you understand why he specifically asked for this one. It leaves a really gentle after-taste on your tongue.
"Do you like it?" He asks nervously as he takes a sip himself.
âVery much. Probably the best wine I have ever tasted.â
"I am so glad to hear that. But did you eat anything before coming here?â
âIhm⊠No.â
"Then we should order. Excuse me," he calls the waiter again with a hand gesture.
While he is ordering food, you find the perfect moment to stare at him. Heâs speaking in a way that shows he belongs here. He is kind yet commanding. You focus on his face and watch a strand fall on his forehead. He doesnât pay any attention to it, just gently pushing it back, but you find yourself taking a deeper breath. His lips are full, his smile is gentle and his eyes are curious. Thatâs when you notice he is actually talking to you.
"Do you have preferences?"
You shake your head. You have no idea what preference he is talking about, but even if you did you are sure you would have no idea what to order in a place like this.
"Do you trust me with this?"Â
âYeah.â You quickly answer to cover the fact that you werenât paying attention to his food choices. âJust no sea food, please.â
"Of course." He nods and turns his attention to the waiter again. "The same for her, please. Also a bottle of water."
*
It's already pretty late, and it's clear neither of you has much energy left, but you can't interrupt this conversation. You are trying to listen so you can be prepared if they ask you something.
"I agree, the market doesn't look good, but let's see if something changes once they apply the new policies," he says looking at both of you for a couple of seconds. "It's hard for new businesses, unfortunately."
You take a deep breath, knowing what he says is true and how it affects you. Still, you donât comment on anything, just watching them.
Bucky leans in, laughing politely when the man cracks a bad joke, and you notice how a few hair strands fall on the side of his face and forehead.
Before your mind can register what you are doing, you find yourself leaning towards him and pushing the hair back. Then you notice what youâve just done and freeze. Your hand lingers on his hair.
He freezes too, mid-sentence, and looks at your hand, his neck getting so red in just a few seconds.
"Oh, look at that. Your girlfriend is taking good care of you." The man in front of you teases.Â
âIâm sorry.â You try to retreat your hands as gracefully as possible so it wonât look suspicious. His hair is back in its place.
"Don't apologize." Bucky smiles, taking your hand into his. "She's always shy in public."
âI forgot for a second we are in public.â Thatâs not a lie. You really forgot your surroundings and how you were supposed to behave.
"What a beautiful girlfriend you have, Barnes."
You can feel your cheeks burning because of his words. You are not his girlfriend obviously, but will he point that out?
"She's also incredibly smart. You know, she started her own bakery a few months ago in this crazy market."
âReally?â
"Yes, with no help either. I'm really proud of her."
Did he just say heâs proud of you? Jesus christâŠ
âThat doesnât surprise me at all. You know why?â Heâs directly asking you that question, and you just shake your head as in no. âBecause he started his own company, probably around your age, too.â
"Michael..."
That you didnât know. You had no idea how he got this rich, and hearing that makes you feel more hopeful.
âIâm just saying.â The man continues. âI can see why you like her. And sheâs pretty lucky because she can get the best investment advice or tips on how to run a successful business from you.â
"Oh, trust me, I am luckier." He gives you the warmest smile you've ever received.
You have no idea what to say or do. Should you act like his girlfriend? Should you just smile and nod? That would be rude, wouldnât it? You should return the compliment. You would definitely do that if he was your boyfriend.Â
âOh, I know how lucky I am,â you say with a smile.
Bucky takes a quick look at his watch. "Alright, I think we need to go. Tomorrow is a long work day. Hope you don't mind." He shakes Michael's hand.
"It was nice to see you."
You are glad itâs finally time to leave. You were getting worried about how much longer you would have to stay here. Not because of him. Bucky seems like a perfectly nice guy, but this fancy place makes you uncomfortable. You gently smile while shaking Michaelâs hand and take Buckyâs arm.
"Have a good evening. It was nice to meet you."
âIt was nice meeting you too, Michael.â
"I'm sorry for that. Took too long," Bucky whispers in your ear.
âThe event isnât even over yet. We are leaving early.â He shouldnât have to say sorry for something you agreed to do.
"Is it okay if we drive you home?" He gestures to his driver who's pulling in. You didn't even realize when he texted him.
âYou donât have to, I can take a cab.â
"At this hour?" He puffs. "Not in a thousand years. My driver can drop you off." Bucky offers instantly. It's clear he won't let this go.
âOnly if it wonât be a botherâŠâ
"Of course not." He gestures to his driver. "I want you to drop the lady off and make sure she gets inside safely, please. I'll take a cab."
âWhat?â You didnât expect him to take a cab. âNo, I canât accept that.â
"Please. Also thank you for tonight, I am really grateful and I enjoyed having you here."
âBuckyâŠâ You stop for a second, feeling hesitation over using his name. âCan I call you Bucky?â
"Of course."
âBucky, thank you for tonight. I enjoyed it more than I expected. You are a gentleman, but I canât take your car. I thought you meant dropping me at my place on your way home.â
"I thought..." he pauses. "You felt uncomfortable around me and that's why you refused the ride."
âNo. Why would I feel uncomfortable around you?â
He smiles shyly and opens the door for you. "Alright, then let's go."
You really donât know why he thought that and it bothers you. While you take your seat, you decide to apologize for what happened in there. Maybe thatâs why he felt uneasy.
He looks absolutely confused when you actually say the words. "What?"
âI am just really sorry about what I did back there. I donât know what came over me.â
"What did you do?â
âYou know⊠Making you uncomfortable by fixing your hair.â
Bucky can't help but giggle softly. "Why would you apologize for that? That was very thoughtful, thanks."
His giggle catches you off guard. âI thought⊠I crossed a boundary.â
"No, not at all. Sorry for the boring conversations."
âIt wasnât that boring. I actually learned a couple of things.â
Bucky smiles. "Did you? Not surprised, you're a businesswoman after all."
âI try to be.â You smile back even though you are feeling kinda sad that your time with him is about to end.
"I think you have a big potential. You control your emotions very well. You are smart and know how to enjoy good wine." He gives you a playful but innocent wink as he says the last part.
âAnd now I know you, so I can ask for business advice.â You repeat Michaelâs words very poorly.
Bucky nods. "Of course. And you know maybe I can help... with a donation."
âA donation?â You really didnât mean to sound that offended, but you are.
He frowns. "Yeah, I really think you got potential in business and it's hard when no one helps you."
Talking about money always bothers you. Getting paid for going out with someone already feels wrong enough, but the way he walks about it makes you feel worse.Â
âCan weâŠ. not⊠talk about this?â Your discomfort is much more clear in your voice than you realize.
"I-Of course, sorry if I bothered you," he immediately says apologetically.
âTalking about money like this bothers me and⊠just to be clear, I donât want any help.â
"I understand. I wasn't trying to intrude."
You offer him a smile, but it doesnât reach your eyes.
"I'm really so-"
"Is this the right address?" The driver interrupts Bucky all of a sudden.
âYeah, it is.â Your answer comes instantly.
"Perfect."
âThank youâŠâ You stop for a minute realizing you donât know his name. âIâm sorry I didnât catch your name before.â
"Noah."
âThank you, Noah.â Then you turn to Bucky. âAnd thank you for tonight, Bucky.â
"Thank you." You give him one more smile before opening the door. "Wait."
âWhat?â
"Are you free on 18?"
âI⊠think so. Why?â
"I have a proposal for you."
*
As the 18th comes closer, you get more worried about what to wear. You used your fanciest dress at that event and now your options are pretty limited. You search your closet and try to think of a friend who would let you borrow a dress. Thatâs when you finally see that simple black dress. That might work. When you put it on, your feelings are conflicted, though. It looks good on you, but it doesnât seem good enough. You are not completely sure about how fancy this event is. Maybe⊠maybe you can ask him.Â
< Hey. Sorry to bother you but how fancy is this event?
> Hey, no bother. Like the one we attended.
> Why?
< Iâm not sure about my dress. Is it okay if I show it to you? I donât wanna be underdressed.
> I am sure that's impossible but of course.
You send a mirror selfie, showing your dress.
>You look very beautiful.
>The dress is absolutely amazing too, but it's a black-tie event. Would you consider me disrespectful if I sent my stylist to you?
< Thank you.Â
< No, of course not. I need help. I would appreciate it.
> Gonna send Lila a message and then I'll give her your number if that's okay.
< Thatâs perfectly okay. Thank you and again sorry to bother you with something like this.
> You don't bother me.
> I mean it.
< I know you are busy. Thatâs what I meant.
> Well, I am sure you are very busy yourself.
> How is the bakery and how was the meeting?
< Iâm done working for the day. So I get to worry about the dress Iâm gonna wear.
< The meeting went well but I didnât hear anything from them yet.
> I hope it was a full day.
> I mean with many clients.
> And I hope they will give you a call.
< It was a tiring day. How was yours?
> Tiring, but productive, thank you for asking.
> Lila will call you in two minutes. She's a nice person. She manages to make me look decent every time.
< You look more than decent and I donât think itâs all her doing.
5 minutes later
< Talked to Lila. We go shopping tomorrow. Thanks again for the help.
> Don't thank me for that. My pleasure. Have a good evening.
< You too.
The next day, you meet Lila and go shopping together like you agreed. She seems like a fun person and definitely understands your style. Her suggestions are great. but the only problem is the cost When you notice the price tags, you want to leave, but she assures you that it is all taken care of. Thatâs when you realize Bucky Barnes is paying for this shopping trip. You feel dumb for not thinking about this while talking to him. Thatâs why he was guarded when he offered help. That usually restlessness creeps up on you because you donât want his help like this, but Lila convinces you that he is the reason you need new dresses anyway. And it is true. He is dressing you so you look the part. That eases your anxiety and finally, you are able to enjoy your dress hunt. When you come back home, you are completely exhausted but ready for any event he might want to take you.Â
*
> Hi
> How are you?
< Iâm good, getting ready. How are you?
> I am good too.
> I was wondering if you mind me picking you up...
< You wanna pick me up?
> Yes. I might need your address again, though.
< Noah doesnât remember?
< I am picking you up.
Oh.
> You should say no if you don't want that.
< No, why wouldnât I? I just didnât think you would come without your driver for some reason.
> Do you want me to come with Noah?
> I can.
< I donât need someone extra to feel comfortable around you, Bucky.Â
< Itâs up to you. Whatever you wanna do, I will be fine with it.
> Perfect đ
> 7:30 or 8? We should totally skip half an hour.
> So boring
< That emoji makes me feel like I did something wrong and you are being kind.
< Both are fine by me.
> See you at 8 then đ
> Since you hate the other emoji
< Oh this one is much better.
< See you at 8. Leave your overthinking hat at home.
You quickly send him your address.
> Thank you
*
The evening comes even quicker than you expected. He picks you up alone and you have a great conversation on your way to the event. He gives you some pointers about it and the people you will most likely have to talk to and warns you that itâs gonna be boring. And he is right. It is even more boring than the first one. A lot of speeches and conversations with people you donât know. You try to stay composed and play your part, trying to hide the fact that you are bored as fuck. Bucky comes to your rescue with a fun game. He makes funny comments and on-point jokes before and/or after you talk to someone. His observation skills are extraordinary. He notices stuff that you wouldnât normally remark. Like a missing wedding ring, so he knows not the mention their spouse during their conversation. He whispers into your ear and makes you laugh the whole night. Hearing his voice that close, and feeling his breath on your neck drives you crazy. Does he know the effect he has on you? Is he doing it on purpose or is he just trying to pass the time as pleasantly as possible? You donât know. Just like the first event, you leave a little bit early. He drives you back home, offers you a warm smile, and mentions when the next event will take place. You just nod in agreement, already looking forward to it.
*
> Friends or The Office?
> Also hi
< The Office. Love how intentionally awkward it is.
< Hiii back.
> How are you?
> Let me guess who you like the most
> Is he tall?
< Yeah genius, itâs Jim.
< Iâm good, how are you?
> I knew you have taste.
> I am good. Now even better.
< Why better?
< Also who else could I like? Heâs the only sane person in that office.
> Because I talk to you.
> So true.
Heâs feeling better because heâs talking to you. God, that makes your blood rush.
< I like talking to you, too.
< Okay I have a question. What do you think of Karen?
> Karen? Don't make me be a hater while texting.
> It would never end.
> You?
< You know the word hater? Iâm impressed.
< I donât like her either. She tried too hard to make things work.
> I am 34, not 304!
> I feel offended
< Itâs so easy to tease you.
> She is boring and annoying. More annoying than that douchebag.
< You mean Roy?
> Yeah
> That punching scene though
< God, that guy is a walking red flag.Â
< Pam was truly blind.
> She was. Sad...
< Favorite season?
> Hard.
> Very hard.
> Maybe 4.
> Yours?
< Either 4 or 6.
> Tastee
< You are starting to sound like meÂ
> Well, I am older, so it's the other way around
< Sure old man. Whatever you sayÂ
> Old but handsome, to quote you
< I canât be held responsible for the things I say when Iâm tipsy.
> Excusess
< Shh you are exposing me too much
As time passes, your conversations become friendlier. You donât feel like this is something you have to do just to keep your business going. It feels like you two enjoy each otherâs company. It feels like flirting. Yet you are not sure if thatâs how he feels about all this, too.Â
> Hi. Are you home?
< Yeah?
> in a few minutes you might have a delivery
< A delivery?Â
< Bucky what did you buy this time?
> I can sense a tone
< Can you?
> A bratty tone.
> You'll see when it comes.
Just a few minutes later you open the door and see a huge bouquet of flowers.
< Jesus Bucky!
< These are so pretty!
< Thank youu.
> No complaining, huh?
> Glad you like them.
> I can complain if thatâs what you want.
> I want you to be good and put them in a vase.
< They are already in a vase, sir.
You send a photo of the flowers in your prettiest vase.
> Great.
< I canât stop smelling them.
> Noted
< Iâve got something to show you. Well two things because I canât decide.
> Waiting
You send two mirror selfies in two different dresses. The first one is a black dress with a high slit on the right side. The other one is a simple pastel pink dress but the cleavage is on display a little.
< Which one should I wear for the next event?
> You think I am the right person to choose?
< I am your date, arenât I?
> They both look great.
> Depends on what you want.
< Thatâs what I think too!
< And thatâs why I canât decide.
< Please help me out.
> Pink?
< Pink it is.
< Thank you.
*
What you didn't expect from this arrangement is how your attachment grows more and more every time you see Bucky. He makes it hard not to miss him with his smile and his jokes, the way he tries to integrate you and always asks how you feel. Truth be told, you're not even professional anymore and you catch yourself wanting to make a move on him every time he compliments you. But you can't, so you're forced to wait for him to do it. And you really hope he will.
*
You probably put too much faith in a rich person because when you see your notification from the banking app, you have to refrain from making a scene. You check twice just to be sure. For some reason, you are paid double the amount for this date and itâs not because he missed any previous payments. No, he just decided to pay you more the moment you started to grow closer.
When you look at him, he immediately catches something's wrong and leans in to whisper.Â
"What happened?"
âI donât wanna talk about it right now.â Because you know if you do, your whole act will be exposed.
Bucky nods and looks at the rest of the table. "We're gonna head back home now. It was really nice to see you."
His reaction surprises you. You have the whole night ahead of us and he already paid you double. Why does he want to leave already?
"Of course. Have a good evening!"
âOh, are you really leaving this early?â Someone else asks.
"Yes. We have plans for tomorrow pretty early in the morning."
âAh! Too bad. Still, it was nice seeing you two.â
You both nod before you make your way to the door. You absently watch him asking for both of your coats and holding the door for you.
The way heâs acting like everything is fine infuriates you more. You really hoped something was going to happen between you two. It felt like you were headed in that direction, but you are not so sure anymore. Maybe he never saw it that way. Maybe he was thinking the worst of you and heâs just paying you more for everything he considers extra. It makes you feel nauseous.
"I should have made them change the plateâŠÂ Do you have an allergic reaction?"
âYeah, I am having an allergy reaction.â You lash out as soon as you feel safe to react. âAn allergic reaction to you trying to buy everything.â
"What?" He looks at you so confused as if he didn't double paid you a moment ago.
âTell me itâs just a mistake and you didnât do it on purpose.â
"Do what? Pay you?"
Oh⊠He did it on purpose. And just like that the last hope you were hanging on vanishes.Â
âYeah, pay me double just as we were getting closer. Is that all I am to you?âÂ
"All you are to me?" He repeats shocked.
âSomeone you can pay for whatever you want.â You donât wait for an answer. You just keep going. âOf course, thatâs all I am. What else can I be? Itâs my fault for accepting this⊠deal. I put myself in this position. Why would you see me as someone other than a hooker.â
"Stop!" He screams back but not as loudly as you do. "What are you saying? What the actual fuck? When did I even imply that? Paying you double has nothing to do with disrespecting you! Contrary!"
âYou donât have to say it! The moment we started to get closer, you decided to pay me double. I donât need to be Einstein to put 2 and 2 together.â
He scrunches his nose. "How about us getting closer and me wanting to help you, huh? Did that ever cross your mind? Me wanting to help you pay your debt faster, knowing the effort you make to accompany me to these," he gestures to the place behind you. "But no, of course, you didn't because you think the lowest of me. That I would believe I can buy you and your affection!"Â
âHelp me?â He must be joking. âWhen I specifically told you I donât want help!â
"I just don't want you to struggle. Is it so bad?" His voice is soft now while he stares at you, trying to show you he's entirely honestÂ
âHave you ever stopped for a second and thought how getting help would make me feel? Iâll tell you. It makes me feel like a failure.â
"You're not a failure. And getting help doesn't make anything you did and do less important, especially since it's small. Please..." he sighs. "Let's continue talking in the car at least, it's freezing. You shouldn't get sick."
âFine. I will get in, but this⊠this conversation is not over.â Heâs right. Itâs freezing and you canât take it anymore.
He nods gratefully and opens the door for you, which you close with force.
As soon as he gets in the car and starts the engine, he turns on the ac, giving you a look. You keep taking deep breaths and avoid looking at him.
"Please... do you really think that low of me?"
"I don't know what to think anymore." You finally look back at him. "Are you gonna drive or are we gonna have this conversation here?"
"I don't want to drive you home upset. I want to talk about it..."
You stop for a second, consider your options. You can't have this conversation in a public place. "Your place or mine?"
*
Money is clearly not an issue for him so he probably didn't even blink to pay you double you realize as you get inside the house. You try not to look around too curiously. Your image in his eye is already as bad as it could get.
"How low do you think of me?" He repeats the same question while he starts to take off his shoes.
âI should be asking you that question.â
"You're the one who thinks I tried to buy you as a hooker."
âWhat were you trying to do then if not buying my affection? And donât tell me helping!â
"To help."
âI donât want help!â You donât notice how loud you are. âI donât want anyoneâs help! I have to do this on my own. Is that so hard to understand?â
"Yes and no." He sighs. "I get this drive, I had it too, but I wish you could try to see... that you don't have to do this alone. But instead, you think I see you as someone buyable."Â
âImagine when you started your business and had debt, someone had the means to help you, just give you money like itâs nothing and you donât get to pay it back. Would you accept it? Would you think itâs your success if someone helped you out like that? Just be honest and answer.â
"Fuck no." He sighs. "But you deserve the money. And you put up with the events and your business..."
âFuck no indeed. I want to do this myself. I have to prove myself Iâm not a failure like my-â You stop yourself from finishing that sentence.
"What? Like what?"
âIt doesnât matter. I just need to prove that to myself, okay?â
"How could you think you are failing when you already did so much?
âAs long as this business doesnât succeed, whatever Iâve done so far does not matter. Only the result matters.â You donât notice you are repeating your fatherâs words.
"That is bullshit. You think success is based on wins only?"
âIt doesnât feel like winning when you are worried about paying the next month's salaries.â
"That's a worry that honestly doesn't stop. Or at least not for me. Success means failure and worries sometimes. Success means trying and holding on."
âIâm not here to have a conversation about what you view as success, Bucky. Iâm here because Iâm mad at you.â
"You're mad at me, but you think I am an awful person." He starts taking off his jacket.
âIâm mad at you because you canât pay me double just because you want to. Thatâs not how real life works.âÂ
"Oh, really?" He smiles sarcastically. "I should totally give zero shits about you worrying about paying salaries and having student debt. Totally real-life fun stuff."
âStudent debt? How do you even know about that?â
"You mentioned it."
âI donât remember mentioning my student debt to you.â
He puffs, not breaking eye contact. "I have ears."
âYou heard me mentioning my student debt and decided to pay me double?â Heâs unbelievable.
"Yes."
âDo you have any idea how much you were paying me before?â
Bucky blushes embarrassed and strokes his beard. "No..."
âYou were already paying me nearly a monthly salary. Just for going on a date with you once a week. Do you have any idea how it made me feel seeing that double payment in my account while I was hoping forâŠâ
"Fuck, I want to say I am sorry, but I am not. I am not buying you, no matter how low you think of me. I want to help you. I thought we are already friends."
âFriends.â You give him a bitter smile. âFriends donât pay each other.â
"Friends help each other." He is getting closer to you.
âNot without the other one asking for help.â
"You're impossible." He sighs. "You can pay me back at some point." He is so serious.
âWhich point will that be?â
"Whenever you won't be worried about salaries."
âYou said it yourself, that time never comes.â
"Please, doll." He closes his eyes, not even realizing what he said.
âPlease what?â
"Can we just stop fighting?"
âWe can if you stop paying me.â
"It's your money. You come with me every time. This event was more boring than usual... consider this a bonus for putting up with it and me."Â
âI donât want- I donât need that.â
"Why not? It's just for now." He seems upset. "Do you want nothing to do with me anymore?"
âI donât need money to⊠enjoy my evening with you. I was actually hoping for you to⊠you know⊠stop paying me soon.â
"You want to end this?" He doesn't even try to hide his disappointment. His voice starts trembling.
âI want to end the payments.â
"So no more events..."
âI didnât say that. I said I donât want you to pay me for that anymore.â
"Oh." Bucky thinks a little. "You want to come to meet more people?"Â
âDear god⊠You are so dense for a smart businessman sometimes!â
"You are calling me dumb."
âYeah, because you are being dumb or just acting dumb, I donât know anymore. You can call me if you want me to accompany you as your friend⊠or date, okay? Itâs up to you now.â You reach for your stuff to leave his place.
"I just want to know why you'd find it so bad for me to pay you. Would you not pay me?"
âDonât you really see the implication?â
"What implication? Tell me what you think."
âWould you pay me if we had sex?â
He freezes, completely taken aback. "What?"
âYou heard what I said. Would you love me like you paid me, too?â
"You want to fuck me?" He asks unsure. As if he doesnât know if he heard you right.
âDo you need things spelled out for you like this?â
"Do you mean it?"
âI have already said too much, Bucky. I think itâs better if I go.â
He grabs your hand when you turn toward the door. "I don't think you said enough."
âYou want me to embarrass myself more?â He rolls his eyes. âI think I have made myself clear enough. Time for me to leave.â
"Come on." He smiles. "You didn't say anything."
You let a frustrated breath out. âTake care, Bucky.â
"Doll, please. You can't leave in the middle of a conversation like this!"
âOf course, I can leave. What else is there to talk about?â
"You asked if I'd pay you for sex."
âAnd I think I got my answer.â
"No, I would not pay you for sex."
âBecause you didnât even consider that option.â
He puffs, and you notice sweat drops on his neck. "Why did you even ask that? I already said I do not consider you buyable."Â
He is very close now, holding both of your hands and staring into your soul.
âBecause thatâs how I feel every time you pay me to spend time with you.â
"God, doll. You are really fucking impossible. You think I don't want to kiss you or fuck you? I think about it all the goddamn time if I let myself, but we had an arrangement..."
âAnd thatâs why I wanna end the arrangement.â
"Done." His answer is instant.
âSo you can take me out on a normal date, maybe.â
"Yeah?" He wraps his arms around your waist, making you drop both: your coat and bag. But you donât look down even when they hit the floor.Â
âIf you wantâŠâ You feel your voice suddenly getting smaller.
"May I kiss you?"
âOnly if you arenât gonna ask permission for everything.â
He snorts. "Just answer."Â
âYou may.â
He does, moving a hand to your chin as he immediately tries to deepen the kiss. The way he kisses you takes you by surprise. You didnât expect him to start this kiss so strongly, but you definitely arenât complaining. His other hand goes from your waist to your ass, grabbing it over your pants. You gasp in surprise, which interrupts the kiss.
He smiles. "Hi."
âHi.â You try to catch your breath while he starts to kiss down your neck without warning. Your right hand trails up from his neck to his hair as you let out a low moan.
"Fuck." He starts sucking on a spot below your collarbone.
âJesus, BuckyâŠâ You try to sound as normal as possible. âTake a girl out to dinner first.â
"You want dinner?"
âWell, not right now.âÂ
"What do you want right now?"Â
âJust keep doing what you were doing.â
He kisses you so sloppily, his hands going under your shirt without realizing. You wrap your hands around his neck and close the remaining distance between your bodies.
"Fuck, you taste so good."
âMaybe itâs the lipstick.â You joke and without letting him answer, you start to kiss him again, immediately using your tongue. He moans in the middle of the kiss and then opens his mouth a little further, inviting you in. Your hands go to the buttons of his shirt.
"Oh, fuck."
âCan I take this off?â You ask for permission the way he did before.
"Please." He is breathing slowly, looking at your hands
You take your time unbuttoning the shirt, testing his patience.
"Doll, please." His mouth finds your neck.
âPlease what?â
"Faster."
âThat part comes later,â You say with a suggestive tone and he snorts, leaving another kiss on your neck.
"Left you a few pretty marks."Â
âMaybe I should give you some too.â
"Later." When you finally finish unbuttoning, he takes it off in a heartbeat. "Hope you won't hate me."
âFor what?â He simply rips your shirt in half in response. âBucky!â His hands grab your bra while you are still talking. âThat was an expensive top!âÂ
"Was." He just rips off the bra, too. "Just like this was on you. Past tense.â
"Do not!" You lift your finger. "Rip off anything else!"
He bites that finger without hesitation, sucking in it further. You try to take your finger back.Â
âJesus Bucky, how am I gonna go back home now?â
"What? You want to go home?"
âI have to go home eventually, you know.â
"I have clothes, you know?" He starts to take off your belt. "Pants too." You can see he wants to get rid of them too.
âYou want me to leave your house in your clothes?â
He kisses her. "What?"
You take a deep, annoyed breath. âFine, I will worry about this later.â
"May I rip these too?"
âNo. No more ripping, please.â
"Alright," he says disappointed but lets you take off your pants while heâs simply staring at your breasts.
âAt least I have this to wear while going back home,â you say, swinging your underwear.
"You talk so much about leaving."
âHmm, do I?â
"Yeah." He's obviously trying not to show he's upset, but he's failing. And this makes you happy⊠the fact he doesnât want you to leave.
âDoes it bother you?â
"No," he whispers and looks at his own pants. "I can just make you feel good, you know? No rush, then I'll drive you home as you want."
You reach for his pants and start to unbuckle it. âI have a mind that⊠keeps on worrying. I think about stuff I have to do later constantly, but thereâs a way to turn it off. At least for a while.â
He tries to stop you. "I can make you feel good, drive you home and take you on a date tomorrow."Â
You finally understand what he actually means. âWhat? No. Thatâs not what I want.â
"Okay. Just wanted to make sure you understand we can stop like any time."
âOh, I know. I just donât want to.â
"Okay." He smiles and lets his hands fall down.
âI feel like you are tiptoeing around me. Whereâs that Bucky I see at these boring events every week?â
"He's here, just trying to do everything right. But I don't know what you mean by that Bucky."
"I mean that Bucky who doesn't hesitate."
"This is different though. I don't want you to think I am a douche, you know?" He sighs. "I don't want you uncomfortable."
"Your hesitation gives me anxiety. And I know you by now. You don't need to worry about that." You push his pants down and they pool around his ankles. Impatiently, he takes off his boxers himself and steps out of them.
"Alright then. Should we move to the bedroom?"
But you are too busy to finally look at him, all naked, to hear him. He looks better than you anticipated and that makes you even more eager to touch him.
He tries not to smile, but it's hard.
âUhm⊠what?â
"Nothing, nothing. Keep going."
âOkay.â You move closer and start kissing him again. You grab him gently yet firmly and start moving your hand slowly, just to get him used to the feeling.
"Fuck." He moans against your lips. "Feels good."
You gently bite his lower lip while you keep moving your hand. Itâs still slow, but you pay attention to grab his balls and brush against the tip, just to see his reactions
"Doll..."
âHmm?â You stop kissing him and look into his eyes as you decide to kneel down.
"Doll, no." He groans. "Fuck, I really dreamed about this, but let's go to bed."
âIf you dreamed about it, why are you saying no?â
"Because we can do something else fun for you too."
âOh, believe me, this is fun.â You take your tongue out, swiping it on the shaft from the bottom to the top, making him moan immediately. âDo you want me to stop?â You ask, your lower lip touching the tip. He doesn't even seem to hear you.
âHmmâŠâ And thatâs your answer. You take the tip into your mouth, gently licking. "Oh, shit," He moans and without thinking he wraps his hand around your ponytail.
Your tongue swirls around the tip, occasionally swiping on that sensitive spot that makes him moan really loudly. "Holy fuck." He's fully playing with your hair now. "Baby, please..." He doesn't seem to know what he's begginh for though.
âHmm?â You silently ask while your tongue keeps working on him.
"We should... stop."
You take your mouth off him for a second, just enough to ask: âWhy?â Then you take him right back inside your mouth.
"I'm gonna come," he says a little embarrassed.
He might have wanted you to stop because of that, but you have no intention of doing it. You want him to feel good, so you grab the shaft, moving it up and down while you take your mouth off for a few more seconds.
âThen come.âÂ
Your tongue goes back to the tip, moving in sync with your hand. He can't even ask you if he should pull out because he's already coming in your mouth. You keep moving your head and hand until he finally hisses because of overstimulation.
"Doll."
You look at him while swallowing. âYeah?â
"Thank you so much, I'm just... fuck me," he groans at the sight in front of him. There is something absolutely sinful about you like this. "I am just really sensitive."
âThatâs normal.â You kiss his cock really gently on a spot that wouldnât cause any discomfort. He lets go of your hair and smiles. You quickly wipe away that line of come dripping down to your chin before he helps you stand up and kisses you hard. You are already unbelievably wet, but the way he uses his tongue takes it to another level. He lifts you in his arms when you least expect and a yelp leaves your lips.
"Gonna take you to the bedroom."
âYeah, okay.â You wrap your legs around his torso, trying to hide your excitement.
"I'm gonna eat you, okay?" He opens the door with his leg.
The way he says it sends shivers down your spine. You can feel the throbbing between your legs.
"You want to ride my face, pretty doll? Or do you want me on my knees?"
âGodâŠâ You think for a second, both options being tempting. âOn your knees.â
"You want me on my knees? Want me to beg to eat your pussy?"
âWould you?â
"Beg for it?" He puffs. "For you? Of course."
âJesus fucking ChristâŠâ
"Just Bucky." He puts you down on the bed and kneels. You laugh a little. His nervousness is definitely fading away. He smiles and starts kissing below your knee. "Please, can I eat you, baby?"
âOh god⊠I wanna hear that again.â
"I am begging. Please, allow me." He kisses all the way up.
âItâs all yours.â
He makes the most animalistic sound you've heard from his mouth before and lifts both of your legs over his shoulders.
"Gonna let me do it over and over again?"
âI might wanna do different things in between, but yesâŠâ That makes him smile.
"Thank you." Then he finally starts licking at your entrance.
The first moan you let out sounds like you are trying to catch your breath. Bucky's fingers dig into your thighs when he properly enters you with his tongue.
âOh god...â That feels amazing. He says nothing, trying to move his tongue around for a little while testing what you like. You instinctively move your hips a little, forcing his tongue closer to your clit.
"Fuck." You barely hear him say as he properly moves his mouth to your clit.
âYess!â You shake with excitement. Bucky starts to flick his tongue gently on your clit, bringing his hand to your entrance. You donât realize how you are moving your hips to create more friction. And he adds the first finger inside you without stopping his tongue motion.Â
âAhh, yes.â It sounds like you have been waiting for this forever. His free hand goes up just to squeeze and massage each breast as he adds his second finger.
âBucky, fuck!â It feels like heâs everywhere. His flicks turn into full licks while his fingers move faster.
âIâm gonna- Iâm gonna- come.â You can already feel your legs shaking. He continues the pace exactly like this and moans against your clit.
âOh fuck. Oh fuckk. God, please- donât stop. Please.â He doesn't stop, he couldn't even if he tried, eager to make you come.
After a few seconds, something snaps inside you and finally, you feel loose. Your whole body is shaking and you canât get enough of the way he makes you feel. The movement of his tongue, the way his fingers move⊠And it doesnât end quickly. No, he keeps going and you feel the same high over and over again until itâs too much to bear. You stop him by grabbing a handful of his hair.
âThat was⊠incredible.â He smiles, raising his head enough for you to see how wet he is. âJesusâŠâ His beard is soaked. You had no idea you were that wet.
"Just Bucky." He repeats the same joke as he licks his lips.
âYour beard⊠itâs so wet.â You are too shocked to react to his joke.
"Wanna clean it for me?" He winks and god, he looks so charming.
âCome here.â You open your arms.
He hugs you immediately, his beard making contact directly with your breasts as heâs spreading your wetness all over them.
"Oops." He giggles. "Guess I have to clean up my mess."
You giggle, too. âYou know you donât need an excuse to suck my nipples, right?â
"What? This is not what I'm doing. I like to clean."Â
And just like that, you feel Bucky's tongue all over your tits, making sure to avoid your nipples.
âHmm⊠That feels good.â He bites a little the skin on your left breast, and you whine in response.
"Hurting?"
âA little.â
"Sorry, baby." He sucks a little around the bite as an apology.
"It's fine. Come here and gimme a kiss."
"No." He gets stubborn and he finally takes the first nipple into his mouth.
You grab his hair and force him away from your nipple. "You are so stubborn."
"You like pulling my hair."
"I was thinking about pulling it for a long time."
"Why didn't you?"
"Well, I touched it instead of pulling. On our first date."Â
"Yes." He smiles giving you a small kiss. "Not enough."
âThereâs no way I could pull your hair there, you know.â
"True. I would moan."
"You and me both." You giggle again.
"So you felt okay?"
"Okay?"
He smiles. "More than okay?"
"You have no idea how okay that was."
"Probably not. You get to feel pleasure in ways I never will."
"Poor you. We should totally try to change that."
He snorts. "You want to suck me again? Or do you want to fuck me?"
"I want you to fuck me."
"Yeah?" He kisses your cheeks. "That's easy."
"Yeah?" Your hips move a little, rubbing against his erection. "Then what are you waiting for?"
"Gonna be right back." He tries to get up, but you stop him.
"Condom?"
"Yep. Any preference?"Â
"Yeah, none if possible."
Bucky looks at you confused. "What?â He thinks maybe you meant the flavor. âI can find one without it."Â
"I meant no condom because I'm on the pill, so it's up to you."
"You sure?" You arenât sure if heâs excited or surprised.
"Why wouldn't I be? As long as you are clean."
"Want me to bring my blood tests?"
You laugh a little because you know he means it and you couldnât help but imagine him dutifully showing you the papers. "I will take your word for it, Mr. Barnes."
"Mr Barnes?" He repeats amused as he spreads your legs properly. "Are you gonna call me that when I come inside you, too?"
"Mr. Barnes sounds too formal for that. Gotta find something else for that moment."
He grabs and positions himself at your entrance. "I'm sure you're creative."
You push your hips impatiently. "I will find something fitting."
He enters you without waiting, but he's careful not to hurt you so he stops for a little. You throw your head back because of the way you feel with his cock inside you. A lower, nearly animalistic moan escapes your lips.Â
"Oh god."
"Please move."
He kisses you gently as he finally starts to thrust slowly. You are so wet that he's moving so smoothly, dragging your walls every time he pulls back and then filling you up all over again.
"Aren't you a wet little doll?" He shifts his weight on his elbows that he places on both sides of your head.
"Iâm so unbelievably wet."Â
"Perfect." He buries his head into your neck and starts to move faster.
âI have been⊠imagining how⊠this would feel.â
"Did you dream about it?" He doesnât miss the chance to ask that.
âOnce.â
"Only once?" He tries not to sound disappointed, but he fails.
âYeah, and I was surprised because I donât dream about sex.â
"How?" He starts sucking harder.
âAhh.â You moan softly. âDuring one of those fancy events.â
"Fuck." He lifts his head to look at you. "Did you dream of me fucking you in the closet? Or the baby changing room?"
âIn a dark closet. Suddenly you are all over me.â
"Fucking you from behind? Or holding my baby?"
âYou were holding me and- ahh. I was trying to- stay quiet. But- you kept fucking me- harder.â His hips move so fast now you can barely speak.Â
"Did you scream?"
âI was about to, but I woke up suddenly.â
"Fuck." He groans. "The worst. Did you finish the job?"
âYeah.â You breathe out. âI was so fucking wet.â
"Just...." He closes his eyes. "I'm imagining you using your little fingers under your panties to play with your clit- Shit."
âAnd it wasnât enough.â
"No? Poor baby." He leans in to bite your bottom lip for a few seconds.
âIt was frustrating.â You moan when he moves his hips a little harder. âNowhere near⊠this.â
"Nothing like my cock? Like us?"
âNuh-huh.â
"God, can't wait to come inside you... to see you dripping."
âShit, Bucky. You canât just say things like that.â It makes you clench hard. You need to come. Now.
"Why not? So fucking hot." His thrusts slow down but become deeper at the same time. "Dripping down your thighs. Gonna clean that up for you and share it." He curses. "Gonna pass you my come in a kiss."
âOh fuck.â His words, the image just pushes you over that edge. âIâm coming. Oh fuck, please donât come. Not yet. Please.â
"Why not? Do you want me to pull out?" He teases.
âI need one more.â You say while shaking hard. âJust one more.â
"I'm right here," he whispers assuringly. âI'm inside you, not going anywhere. I dreamed about you too." He pauses to curse. "Fuck, I was fucking my bed."
âTell me⊠tell me about it.â The orgasm keeps washing you in waves. Over and over again until it fades away.
"You were in my office at work. Came to talk about a gala or we were leaving from there, I donât know. And we just... we were suddenly kissing and I was ripping off your dress. And I was simply fucking you all over the desk."
âHow did it feel?â
"Not even close to this, but it was good. So good. I almost came in my sleep."
âYou didnât come?â You finally feel like your breath is going back to normal.Â
"I stroked myself after I woke up and came. A lot."
âMade a big mess because of me?â
"Mhm." He brings his fingers to your lips. "And you weren't there to help me."Â
âIâm here now.â
"Gonna help me this time?" His index finger plays with her bottom lip.
âOh, I will.â You bite his finger gently. âAnd no mess this time. Iâm here to take every drop of your come.â
"You sure you can?" He teases. "What if it's too much?"
âItâs all mine. I donât care if itâs too much.â
"I'm all yours."
âOh, Bucky.â You feel like you are melting. You kiss him on the lips passionately. âIâm all yours, too.â
"Yeah?" He smiles and starts thrusting faster. "Aren't you a pretty little doll? All mine, ready to take my come."
âYours.â You repeat and that familiar pleasure starts to build up again, but you want to try something else. Something you have been imagining. âCan you⊠flip me over?â
"Sure," he answers a little surprised, and helps you move.
âI have been imagining how this would feel.â
"Thought you did it only once."Â
âYou know dreaming and imagining are different things, right?â You tease him. You canât see his expression, but you know he made a face right after hearing your words.
"How many times did you imagine it?'
âOh, who knows? A lot of times.â
"Tell me what did you imagine when we were like this." He squeezes your hips, so turned on to see your on all fours.
âYou fucking me hard.â
"How hard?" He teases leaning in to kiss your back.
âAs hard as you can.â
As soon as he starts to properly thrust inside you, a few gasps and whimpers leave his mouth. The positions opens you up in a different way.Â
"God, this is... fuck me."
âYeah, I would say- the same.â Itâs hard to speak when he is pounding you like this.
"You're making such a mess on the bed, baby. Around my cock. God, so fucking wet."
âShould I apologize for the mess?â You ask cheekily because he seems so gone.
"You should." He squeezes your ass. "By making a bigger mess."
âI think- thatâs- possible.â
"Yeah?" He fucks you even harder, properly using his knees and your hips. "You gonna come?"Â
âYeah! Please!â
"Please what?"Â
âPlease, daddy.â The words leave your lips before your mind can register them.
"Holy fuck, what did you just say?" He barely manages to keep going, just slowing down. He looks at you as if he doesn't know if he imagined something, and that's how you realize what you said.
âShit! Iâm sorry. Iâm really sorry.â You start to panic.
"Hey, baby." His voice is soft, assuring. "What are you sorry for?"
âI didnât mean to say it out loud. I was just⊠thinking that.â
"God, baby." He tries to turn your head to look into your eyes by grabbing your chin and titling it up. "You think of me as your daddy?"
âIs it bad if I do?â
"Yeah, it's bad because I can come any second when you call me that." He kisses your forehead. "Be a good girl for daddy and try to come, okay?"
âGod, Bucky.â You moan because of his words. Youâve imagine this, indeed, a lot of times, but hearing it? Itâs something that canât be described.
He pulls your hair. "Daddy."
âOh, fuck.â It turns you on even more and you donât know how thatâs even possible. âYes, daddy.â
"Did you imagine this, too?" He is leaving you breathless with the way he is pounding you, yet he still demands an answer. "Did you imagine calling me daddy while I fuck you like this?"Â
âYes.â You are so close to coming. So close that you can taste it. âI did- so many times.â
One of his hands finds your right breast and sqeezes. "Please, come for daddy. Gonna be a good girl and come?"
âOh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuuckk, Iâm coming!â The way your orgasm hits you makes you lose the last drop of control you had over your body. You canât think of anything beside Bucky and how good heâs making you feel. His pace quickens for a second before he comes. He doesn't manage to warn you he's coming too, but he doesn't have to. His moan and the feeling of his come are enough.
He keeps it going until both of you finish and when you do, the only thing that you can hear is your loud breaths. Then you feel a trail of kisses all over your back.
âOh my god,â you finally manage to speak.
"Just Bucky." He reaches your neck. "Or daddy."
You laugh. âGod, you are so smug.â
"Smug?" He smiles and pokes your skin with his tongue.Â
You turn around, finally fully facing him. âYeah, daddy is real smug.â It feels so good to be able to call him that without worrying about anything else.
"Thank you."
âWho knew Bucky Barnes had a daddy kink?â You canât help but say.Â
"Not Bucky Barnes himself." He snorts.
âYou just found out?â
"Yeah." He burst into laughter a bit embarrassed. Heâs never thought about being called daddy before, especially not in bed, but with you? With you, it just makes sense. It feels hot.
âOh god, I am so lucky.â
"Did you always have a daddy kink?"
âI didnât even know I had one before meeting you.â
Bucky's smile is so big. "Fuck, I am the lucky one." He kisses you properly now, immediately trying to open your mouth by licking your bottom lip.Â
âI thought I would freak you out, but look at you, fully embracing it.âÂ
"How could I not?"
âYou liked it that much, daddy?â You wrap your arms around his neck playfully.
"God, I did. You're so hot when you say it. And the way you looked at me."
âHow did I look at you?â
"Can't even explain it... I just wanna see that over and over again.â
âWell, you can.â
He scrunches his nose in the most adorable way possible. "Thank you."
âFor what?â
"For everything. And for wanting me."
You frown because of that last part. âWhat does that even mean?âÂ
"Boring older man."
âHandsome older man, who I have been fantasizing about for a while.â
He giggles shily. "You make me sound like a dirty dream."
âWell, itâs because you are.â
"You are mine too."
âLucky us.â
"You might never get rid off me." He kisses your forehead.
âI might be okay with that.â
*
It has been a while since you started to date Bucky. After that night, everything slowly started to fall into place. You found a great balance between your lives and your relationship, always making time for each other. You spend a lot of nights at his place. It doesnât feel like his anymore, it feels like you are living together. Everything is so natural.Â
âI just got the most unexpected call ever,â you say, still feeling fairly surprised by the job you got offered.
"What was it about?" Bucky is still in bed, surprisingly. He's usually the first the get up and go to the kitchen in the morning.
âMrs. Moore called me to ask me if my bakery could do the catering for their next event.â
"Oh my god. Thatâs amazing."
âIt is! But I am not sure if I can actually do it.â
Bucky frowns and immediately taps on the bed. "Come here."
You listen to him and continue talking while moving closer. âI havenât given her the final answer yet, I acted like I need to check in to see if we are available, but the more I think about it, the more I notice how hard it would be.â
"I am gonna say something, but I don't think you'll like it."
âYou will say you can help me out.â
"Yep." He gives you the biggest smile. "But it doesn't take away anything from your success or your efforts, okay? Just hear me out."
You take a deep breath. âOkay. Iâm listening.â You have been warming up to the idea of him helping you. Maybe not financially, but he has been helping you. He has the best ideas and a great perspective. So you wonât say no to hearing him out.
He reaches to hold your hand.Â
"Let me take care of the transport and hire the extra stuff who can serve at the party. I'll call a friend." He pauses. "Just this once, okay? You can curse me out later, bit let me help so you can get more jobs in the future. This is a great opportunity."
âHow did you even know I needed help with transport?â
"Baby," Bucky giggles at your confused pouty face. "It's a first experience. You don't have employees for this and it's a big party." Then he shurgs, like it wasnât that hard to guess.
âTransport, service staff, and extra place to store the food. These are the problems I need to solve if I wanna do this.â You list the things you need to be able to take this job.
"Is that a yes?"
âThatâs an I am considering it.â
In response, he simply raises on his knees and kisses you, with his hands on your neck. "Good girl."
âI didnât say yes yet!â
"Ihm."
âIf you assume I will say yes, itâs definitely gonna be a no.â
"No, I am very, very, very fucking horny right now."
âJust because I might say yes to your offer for help?â
Bucky blushes. "It's very hot. And I'm so hard..."
âJesus⊠You really want a sugar baby, donât you?â He must have. He loves the idea of taking care of your every need. That would explain why.
"I just like doing this for you."
âDo you like being useful or do you like spoiling?â You insist. You want him to say it.
He makes a sound from the back of his throat. "Can we just focus on you?"
âNo, please⊠Tell me why exactly this turns you on.â
"I don't know." You see the sides of his neck getting red.
âBut I wanna know.â
"Please, just..."
âGimme an answer and I will give you one back.â
He takes a deep breath but doesn't look at you. "I just love spoiling you even though you don't let me."
You smile. âI might let you a little bit.â
"Just..." He sighs embarrassed. "Just ignore me, okay?"
âThis is me⊠saying yes.â You spell it out for him.
"For my help?" He finally looks at you.
âYeah.â
"Wow.â He sounds completely surprised. âThis is... great." He tries to keep his emotions under control. "Then go ahead and uhm, call Moore back as I send a few messages, okay?"
âShe can wait a little bit longer.â You gently grab his erection. He has gotten really excited just because you let him help you. Itâs just unbelievable yet you love it. You love that he cares about you this much. âI need to take care of daddy first.â
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not according to plan | hjs (teaser)
summary: your ex-fiance is getting married and everyone you know is going to be there. when he calls to ask if you're coming, you accidentally mention a boyfriend. which would be fine, if you weren't very single. thankfully your best friend comes through with the perfect solution when he sets you up with a friend of his.
pairing: joshua x f.reader genre: fake dating, strangers to ?? | fluff, slight angst, smut rating: explicit (in the full fic), minors DNI word count: ~1.1k in this teaser (full fic ~22k) notes: johnny suh as the ex (sorry!), also includes other idols not in seventeen solely as face claims, there's a heavy focus on the fake dating, mentions of food & drink, warnings to be added to the final fic fic post date: friday, april 26th (full fic here)
a/n: i started this legit months ago as kind of a joke, talking about it with @shuadotcom but it's finally done (and a lot longer than i anticipated).
thank you to: @wonwussy & @kwanisms who read over this for me (too long ago), and to @cheolism @wooahaeproductions @hannieween, & sj for all the brainstorming help along the way. tagging: @aaniag @gyuminusone @crepecakeu
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You still think this is a terrible idea, yet agree to meet Jeonghanâs friend, Joshua, anyway. Apparently, heâs somewhat new to the area, doesnât know many people, and is incredibly easy to be around. Thereâs no mention of why Jeonghan thinks he might be willing to pretend to be your boyfriend. A part of you wonders if your friend even told him, but heâs not that cruel. So, whatever the case, Joshua must at least have some idea of what heâs walking into.Â
Several days pass between the nightmare of a call from Johnny and you actually meeting Joshua, which only adds to your anxiety about whether or not this is going to work. Johnny is asking for a name for the seating chart and for dinner selections. Your mom wants to know when theyâll be able to meet this new boyfriend before the wedding (because âmeeting him for the first time at a wedding is gaucheâ and we wouldnât want that). Your sister is convinced that he doesnât actually exist since you havenât posted him on social media. That you can at least answer to say that not everyone posts their entire life online like she does. It doesnât seem to allay her suspicions, though.Â
Then, thereâs the fact that youâre actually meeting Joshua for the first time at dinner. All you wanted was to go for coffee, yet he insisted. You couldnât exactly press the point. Not when youâre planning to ask this stranger to pretend to date you just so that you can avoid the embarrassment at your exâs wedding. On top of that, because Jeonghan really is a demon at his core, you donât know what Joshua looks like. Donât know who to look for. Which leads to you doing the only sensible thing and showing up 5 minutes late for dinner, hoping that heâll already be at the table when you get there.
It works.
When you give the reservation name at the host stand, youâre immediately led back to a table. Without even thinking about it, you smooth your hands down the front of your dress, looking for a small amount of comfort in this situation. Itâs not even that you struggle around new people, this is justâŠwell, itâs a lot. Itâs out of anyoneâs comfort zone. Whatever youâre expecting, itâs not the man sitting at the table the host leads you to. He nearly stops you in your tracks.Â
His black hair is perfectly styled down to the pieces on one side that come down over his forehead. The black dress shirt he wears is open at least one button too many, but he makes the exposed chest look work in a way models would envy. Even though his pants are black as well, he makes it look classic and effortless, rather than too dark. Thatâs all without even acknowledging the soft smile on his face. This man would break a thousand hearts without even saying a damn word. While youâre appreciating him, you miss the way his eyes rake over you appreciatively. Miss the way his eyes trace your curves and the way the dress clings to you.Â
In one fluid motion, heâs standing up to greet you, a gentle kiss placed on your cheek. Is it weird if your knees are a little weak? Well, even if it is, thereâs nothing you can do. Youâre completely captivated.Â
âYou must be Joshua,â you say. Brilliant, you think. Thatâs obvious.
âItâs nice to meet you. Jeonghan had nothing but good things to say,â he answers with another smile as he pulls your seat out for you.Â
âI feel like he hardly told me about you,â you respond. Joshua raises a perfect eyebrow at that.
âThen why did you agree to go out with me?â Joshua asks.Â
âGo out withâŠis this a date?â The question comes tumbling out.Â
Joshuaâs eyes widen in genuine confusion. âIs it not?âÂ
âWhat, exactly, did Jeonghan say to you?âÂ
A lot and nothing at all, it turns out. Joshua tells you about how heâs somewhat new to the area, which you knew. About how he met Jeonghan through work, kind of. They work in the same building doing very different things and happened to run into each other getting coffee a handful of times before Jeonghan introduced himself. The two had hung out several times, something Jeonghan had not really mentioned, and gotten to know each other over drinks more than once. The very first time, Jeonghan had mentioned you and Joshua admits immediately being intrigued without pressing for more information.Â
In any case, Jeonghan talked about you pretty freely, a fact thatâs hardly surprising. Before Joshua texted you, Jeonghan had mentioned, in what Joshua calls an offhand way, that you were sick of dating the same people. According to Joshua, through Jeonghan, you were looking to possibly be set up. (Read: Jeonghan thinks heâs crafty and isnât going to come out and tell this man what youâre really looking for. Typical Jeonghan, honestly. You know that âoffhand commentâ was anything but. And you had the audacity to think Jeonghan would have to tell Joshua what heâs getting into. Rookie move.)
Now youâre in a bit of an awkward situation because this man is honestly gorgeous, one of the prettiest humans youâve ever met. And, already, he seems like he might be sweet with a pretty good sense of humor. Itâs justâŠwell, youâre absolutely not looking for a relationship and this is the last person you want to get involved in your mess. Thankfully, you get a moment to catch your breath when someone comes by to take a drink order and suggest an appetizer. Itâs just enough time for you to talk yourself into telling Joshua the real story.
To his credit, he only looks mildly surprised as you outline your whole situation, inform him that yes, Jeonghan does know all of this, and clarify why you didnât actually realize it was a date. Itâs hard to miss the way his eyes seem to sparkle a bit when you also admit that heâs absolutely stunning in a way that hurts your feelings. Easier to miss is the way his face barely falls when you say that youâre not actually looking for something right now. Interesting.Â
âSo thatâs the whole thing and now that Iâve embarrassed myself in front of you, Iâm sure youâll understand if we never see each other after tonight,â you finish.
âHow am I supposed to go to a wedding as your boyfriend in a matter of weeks if we donât see each other after tonight?â Joshua wonders.
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stupid horse | kenma x reader
synopsis | stupid horse i just fell out of the porsche, lost the money in my bank account oh no!
in which you frequently visit an arcade to destress after school and have the highest score on your favorite game, until one day you donât. someone named applepi has dethroned you and you almost go broke trying to reclaim your spot.
details | slow burn, kind of crack, rivals (?) to friends to almost lovers, possibly ooc kenma, no use of ây/nâ
word count | 10.3k
note | for @xoxojisu and @tlissablr and all the other kenma enjoyers 𫶠anyways this is my second long fic and i kinda think the pacing sucks? the fic is mostly me yapping. also i tried to be very vague when it came to the games because i wanted you 𫔠the reader to insert whatever you wanted BUT while writing i imagined the reader was obsessed with space invaders and kenma was playing brawl stars on his phone! (random yes i know) also i literally had no idea how to end this so sorry if the ending sucks :/
You stare at the screen, hoping the reason the name ranked first is unfamiliar due to the adrenaline running through you after losing a few seconds ago.
With jittery hands you move the joystick, spelling out the name you always use to claim your spot as second on the leaderboard for the first time in ages. It was only then that you truly realized you had been dethroned by someone with an odd name.
âWho the hell is Applepi..â You grumble, taking out more coins from your pocket before inserting them into the slot.
You spent a lot of time at the arcade and therefore recognized a lot of faces, especially those from your school. Normally people used their real name or a recognizable nickname so they could easily boast about their score to their friends, so it was a bit odd you couldnât place your finger on who the name belonged to. You could only assume they really enjoyed apple pie.
Hearing the familiar start-up tune of the game you lock your eyes onto the screen, watching as the enemies roll in. You play as usual, pushing the buttons and timing your attacks just right to gain points. It was a simple process: attack, dodge, repeat.
From what you remember his score was just a couple points higher than yours, so all you needed to do was put in a little more effort and youâd win.
As you continued to play you felt the initial hurt of losing your place in the leaderboard drift away. You donât know why you got so botheredâ you come to the arcade to relieve stress, not stress yourself out.
You were having fun again, thatâs what matters now.
The game itself was pretty old, with newer games and models surrounding it it almost looked out of place if it werenât for the fact that you were in an arcade. Due to that, it didnât receive much attention so the leaderboard always remained stagnant, the same people had been in their spots for months without it changing and with you at the top. Itâs because of this that you unofficially claimed it as your game, so when you saw someone else had taken your spot you were thrown off. Who likes losing at something theyâre good at?
You huff, almost feeling angry again at the thought before focusing back on the game. The enemies were getting faster now. It was around here that you died last time, so all you need to do is survive for a little longer.
You followed the usual pattern, attack dodge repeat, before eventually succumbing to an attack.
You watched as the leaderboard came back up and just as you had predicted you were in first place again. This time you were ahead of Applepi by a couple hundred points, so youâd be good for a while in case they ever tried to take your spot again.
You looked at the leaderboard again, observing the new spots of the players since everyone got knocked down by one. The person in last place was entirely kicked out.
âPoor guy,â You mumble, reaching into your pocket for more coins. Itâs then you realize youâre out, you had spent your last few on the round you just played.
Momentarily you contemplated going to the counter to buy more but ultimately settled on being done for the day. You had spent enough time at the arcade for today, now it was time to head home and catch up on school work.
You picked up your bag and walked towards the exit.
The arcade was unsurprisingly busy today.
It was the weekend, to be specific Saturday. Those free from work and students who finished their assignments roamed the streets to destress after a long week, your friend and yourself included.
By some miracle your schedules aligned and after days of not being able to hang out the two of you finally set a date. Initially, the plan was to just hit a couple of stores since your friend, Riko, claimed she needed some retail therapy after a hectic week of school combined with work. Soon clothing stores turned into food stalls, then into shoe stores, followed by stores that sold trinkets, and the list went on.
While Riko planned to spend most of her paycheck, you had different ideas. Before the day ended you wanted to stop by the arcade. You claimed it was to wind down, but you secretly wanted to see the leaderboard on your favorite game. Since she had been dragging you around everywhere she wanted to go that day and she knew how much you liked going she complied with your request.
Upon entering you noticed the claw machines had restocked their prizes and among them was the most adorable cat plush you had ever seen. The leaderboard could wait, you had to have it no matter what.
Amongst the loud chatter and music in the room, you were able to hear your friend calling your name from somewhere behind you.
âYeah?â You answered, focusing on the task in front of you.
You had promised yourself you would only try to win the plush three times before giving up and you were on your final try. Your hand was hovering over the red button that would drop the claw when pressed, waiting for the right moment. It was nearly in the perfect spot over the plush. Just a few more taps to the left andâ
âSome guy took your first place.â
SLAM!
You watched in horror as the claw swung violently left and right from your accidental jab, dropping slowly and missing what wouldâve been your plush completely. You stare at the glass for a moment in sorrow before turning around and walking to your friend.
Luckily your favorite game was only a few steps away from the claw machine so you made it in time to see the leaderboard before it disappeared, and she was right. Applepi had once again taken your spot, this time by a significant margin.
âWhoa, whatâs with that face? Are you shocked that someone finally took your spot?â
It was obvious you couldnât hide the look of surprise on your face given your friendâs reaction. You quickly looked away in embarrassment. âItâs not that, this happened like two weeks ago and I just never expected theyâd do it again.â
Rikoâs eyes widened in surprise, before narrowing in on you. A smile slowly creeps in on their face. âAgain?! So thatâs why you were so insistent on coming here! I know you like this place, but I felt like this time you were being extra pushyââ
âI was not that pushy!â You gasp at her dramatics before picking out tokens from your pocket and inserting them into the machine.
She giggles before leaning against the side of the machine, watching you focus on the game. âCanât believe you didnât tell me about this earlier! I feel like a boring show I was watching just got slightly interesting.â
âNo way you just called me boring,â You shot her a glare before looking back at the screen. âAnd I didnât tell you because I didnât think it mattered. Last time they only beat me by a few points so I never thought Iâd see their name above mine again.â
âYouâre not boring, but I just donât understand how you can play the same thing over and over again without getting bored.â She sighed.
âItâs my comfort game, it helps me relieve stress. It's kind of like how you love to go shopping, if you already have a lot of everything, why buy more?â You reply, hoping you explained it in a way she understands.
Itâs still a mystery how the two of you become friends when you couldnât be more different. The two of you had different likes and dislikes, but the two of you still indulged in each otherâs interests where you could. You guys understood each other and wouldnât push each other into doing anything the other didnât like, which is probably why youâve remained best friends for as long as you have.
A childhood bond that likely wonât ever be broken.
âMm, guess you have a point.â She nodded. âOr maybe youâre just saying that âcause youâre unemployed.â
You let out a sigh that sounded more like a laugh. âFair pointââ
The game stopped and the death music silenced you. You feel your stomach drop, you had gotten so wrapped up in the conversation that you forgot to focus. There was no possible way you could have beat his score.
âDid you beat them?!â Riko quickly invades your space, eyes looking all over the screen for a sign of your score.
You watch with her in anticipation as the screen loads, bringing up the leaderboard.
âFuck..â Your friend curses and you groan, throwing your head back in frustration.
Your eyes catch her various shopping bags on the dirty floor and you canât help but feel bad. âYou can head out if you want, it might take me a while to beat their score.â
Your friend, the loyal angel she is, shakes her head and crosses her arms. âNo way, Iâm staying with you until you win!â
You won't say it out loud but her response made you genuinely happy. Before you could say anything she held her hand up, stopping you. âShh! Donât say anything! I just want to see you happy, so hurry up and win so you can be happy!â
You smile and nod, sliding in another coin and starting over.
The two of you are there for nearly another twenty minutes. The arcade isnât as full as it was when the two of you first got there, but there were still a good handful of people. Your friend continued to remain by your side but had taken out her phone to pass the time. Itâs only when she hears the death music followed by your gasp that she puts her phone down and rushes to your side, grabbing your shaky hands.
âWhat is it?! Did you do it?!â She asks, glancing between you and the screen for a reaction that could indicate an answer.
You donât respond, your eyes remaining fixated on the screen. Youâre honestly not sure, you had been playing for a while but Applepi had gotten further than you ever have, so you were in the dark when it came to your score. When you see the words new high score pop up on the screen you and your friend squeal. It was only by a few points, but you had beaten Applepi once again. She shook you by the shoulders from joy and screamed âYou did it! You did it!â repeatedly. You shush her after noticing the silent glares you two were getting from other players.
âCanât believe I actually did it,â You said shakily while plugging in your name again.
âNever doubted you for a second!â Riko laughed seeing your glare.
You quickly glance at the claw machine. One more try couldnât hurt, and you were currently riding the high of your win. This time youâd win.
The two of you walk over with you helping carry your friend's multiple bags. Once you set them down you reach into your pocket for more coins. âNow that thatâs done I can finally try andââ You pause when you donât feel any in your pocket.
You turn to look at your favorite game, wondering just how many rounds you played.
Doesnât matter, you tell yourself while pulling out your wallet, Iâll justâ
Everything in your system nearly shuts down after seeing your wallet was completely empty, excluding your student ID. Your friend notices your silence and looks up, seeing your empty wallet.
âNo cash?â She asks before pulling out her own wallet. âDonât worry, your beautiful and employed friend has got you coveredââ She gasped while peering down into her wallet. The look of horror on her face told you she in fact did not have you covered.
Just as you started to pick up her bags she stopped you. âWait! I know I probably have something in my bank account!â She quickly tapped the screen on her phone. Her face quickly morphed into distress.
âS-Sorry.. I got nothing..â
The two of you turned to look at the plush. It sat there, stranded in the middle of the claw machine, almost beckoning you to save it from its misery.
You put your forehead to the glass. âIâll come back for you soon..â
To keep your promise the next day once school ended you wanted to head back to the arcade to check the leaderboard and get that cat plush. As a result, your friend called you paranoid.
âPlease come with me, itâs not like you work today.â You begged, tugging on her backpack as you walked together.
âI donât work, but I have homework I gotta catch up on!â Riko argued back, quickening her pace in the hopes sheâd get away from you. âBesides, Iâm sure that person has a life outside of the arcade. They couldnât have beaten your score that fast!â
When you didnât respond she glanced behind her, which was a mistake.
Your hands still gripped her bag strap tightly, but your face held the most adorable pout. She knew she was in a losing battle with you now, you wouldnât give up until she said yes. Besides, she stood by her point. Once you guys went to the arcade youâd see she was right and youâd stop being paranoid all the time. Hell, maybe sheâd stay with you so you could win the plush in the claw machine, but thatâs it.
âFine! But Iâm just accompanying you, if you stay to play Iâm leaving.â
To both of you guys's surprise, your score had been beaten, once again by a significant amount, by none other than Applepi. To make things worse the cat plush you had been eyeing had disappeared too.
âI stand corrected, I guess whoever Applepi is does not in fact have a life.â Riko sighed. âLook man, Iâd give you some change to play but Iâm still all out, I work tomorrow though soââ
âDonât worry about it, I brought some with me just in case.â
â⊠What?â
Your friend could only watch as you pulled out some coins and an extremely wrinkly bill from your pocket. She had no idea where you even got the money from, unlessâŠ
âDid you search through your couch for money?â
â.. These are desperate times..â
Your friend had no words. She canât believe she was ready to help fund your new addiction, almost did too, until you pulled out your suspicious money. She couldnât lie though, she admired the dedication you had. She silently watched as you inserted a coin to start playing.
âAlright then.. goodluck with your one-sided competition.â She waved goodbye and you reciprocated the action.
Normally youâd visit the arcade a couple times a week. She knew this because she would walk you part of the way before she split off to either go home or go to her job. Once, twice, on the rare occasion three times youâd go to the arcade, but now it was basically everyday. Once school ended as usual you two would walk together before you split, walking in a direction that she knew was not where your home was.
She wanted to say something, but she didnât know how to bring it up to you without making you seem crazy. She knew this game brought you comfort, and this new rivalry excited you, but you were spending money you did not have. You were addicted, whether you knew it or not, and you needed to take a break away from the game.
And she missed spending time with you.
Luckily, as fate would have it, the opportunity presented itself in the form of a job application.
âPlease help me get a job.â You placed the form on your friend's desk.
She stopped packing away her things to pick up the sheet of paper. The job application form was from her job. âWhen did you get this?â She asked, wondering how you got the paper since she hadnât seen you around.
âA while ago when I went to visit you while you were working, I thought itâd be cool if we worked in the same place.â
âUh-huh..â She eyed you suspiciously. âWhatâs the real reason youâre applying?â
You scratched your cheek nervously. âI told you, itâd be cool ifââ
âNo, the real reason.â
You sighed knowing there was no way you could lie about it when she already knew. You donât even know why you tried to lie when the reason was so obvious. She just wanted to hear you say it.
âI want to get a job so I can continue playing at the arcade.â You sighed while looking down at your feet. Once you said it out loud you realized it was a little embarrassing especially considering the extra context.
She called your name softly and you looked up. âListen, I love you and Iâll gladly help you get a job, but you gotta take a break from that damn game.â
If sheâs telling you this, that means youâre really in deep. Sheâs not one to judge but when she does usually has a good reason. You take a moment to think about when this first started and do some quick mental math. Itâs then you realize youâve spent an alarming amount of money and time at the arcade.
â.. Itâs gotten really bad hasnât it?â
âIâm glad youâre self aware.â She stood up from her chair and gave you a harsh back on the back. âNow letâs go get you a job.â
âYou know, I wasnât lying when I said itâd be cool if we worked at the same place.â You said while wiping down the counter.
After school you walked with your friend to her job to submit the application. The place she worked at, a cat cafe, was run by the sweetest old lady who immediately gave you the job since you came recommended by your friend. She nearly handed you a uniform right then and there.
âI know, who wouldnât want their best friend so they can chat while they work?â Riko laughed.
The other cafe employees were young students mostly within your age group and youâd momentarily see them when they came in for their shift before you headed out. The employee who would work during your friendâs shift recently resigned, leaving a vacant spot open just for you.
âIâm gonna go on break, will you be good out here by yourself?â She asked.
âGo for it,â You waved her off. âItâs late, I doubt any big parties will come in.â
She thanked you before proceeding to grab a snack and dashing to somewhere in the back. While standing at the register the lack of customers allowed your mind to wander. It had nearly been a week since you last visited the arcade and you missed it. What you missed most of all was playing your comfort game.
Youâd be lying if you said you werenât tempted to go back and check the leaderboard. On multiple occasions while walking home you almost ended up walking in the direction of the arcade, but your friend pulled you back every time. If it wasnât for her, you likely wouldâve ended up back at the arcade and drained your bank account.
Slowly, your obsession faded, but every so often you still wondered if Applepi had beaten you once again. You let out a frustrated sigh at the thought, you did not expect to get so invested. Now youâre dealing with the consequences and having withdrawals from the game.
Note to self: never gamble.
The gentle chime of a bell rang throughout the store, signaling someone had entered. You and your friend let out a synchronized âWelcomeâ to acknowledge them.
The two who entered were boys around your age. One was tall with black hair styled in a.. unique way while the other was shorter, his hair bleached. What caught your eye was the familiar shade of red they wore. Then it dawned on youâ they were wearing your schoolâs sports jackets!
For a moment you wondered what they were doing out so late since school ended a couple of hours ago, but you quickly realized they mustâve just finished with practice. Out of all the places they came here to relax? Your eyes shifted around the small store. Thatâs not to say the energy wasnât nice, playing with the cats was definitely fun, but you personally would much rather spend your time relaxing at home.. or at the arcadeâ
âHello! What can I get you started with?â You asked in your best customer service voice once they reached the counter.
The tall oneâs eyes slightly widened once they landed on you before subtly glancing behind you, looking for something. You assumed he was looking at the menu so you didnât rush him.
âHi, um.. Iâll just have a green tea.â He sighs.
You try not to question why he said it in such a defeated tone while you plug in his order. âWill that be all?â You ask, eyes shifting briefly to his companion.
âIâll have a slice of apple pie and a hot chocolate.â He answered softly, eyes quickly shifting back down to his phone.
Your eye twitches at the mention of the sweet treat. You once again plug in the order and the tall one says thatâll be all theyâre having. They pay and walk to one of the furthest tables while you begin making their order.
While grabbing the cups for the drinks you couldâve sworn you heard one of the guys sniffing, almost as if he was crying. As tempting as it was to look, you decided to mind your business this time.
âYo!â Your friend peaked her head from the back door before walking over to you. âDid you miss me?â
âThat was the longest five minute break.â
âSorry sorry, I got caught up watching my videos.â She giggled.
âAlright iPad kid, since youâre out now help me with this order.â
She rolled her eyes but helped you nonetheless. You started preparing the hot chocolate while your friend prepared the green tea. Once you finished the base drink you prepared yourself for the final step. You brought out another cup and began frothing some whip cream. Once that was done you gently added it into the drink, sculpting the froth to make it look like a cat was popping out of the drink. You then added two small drops of chocolate syrup for the eyes, completing the drink. You took a step back to admire the cat, smiling at the outcome.
Your friend was quick to notice. âWow, I think this is your best one yet.â She smiles.
As you two finished up the drinks the dreaded final item came up. â.. Can you grab the last thing we need?â You ask.
Your friend checks the order to see whatâs missing and lets out a loud laugh. âNo way, donât tell me youâre that triggered by it?â
âDonât start..â You sigh.
Thankfully your friend complies without much more teasing. âHelp me take these to their table?â You ask.
Your friend agrees and you both make your way to the table. The tall guy seemed to be sulking, sadly moving around a cat toy that didnât catch any catâs attention while his friendâs eyes remained glued to his phone.
âSorry for the wait!â Your friend apologized while placing down a drink.
Like a switch was flipped his demeanor completely changed. Suddenly he was cheerful, looking at your friend like she made the drink personally for him. Oh, you understand now.
You resist the urge to laugh as you place down the other guyâs order, hearing the two converse. The guy with bleached hair perks up seeing his food and you feel a twinge of pride when you see him snap a quick pic of your drink.
Your and your friend head back behind the counter. Not caring about being âprofessionalâ you pull a chair up to the chair and sit while your friend leans against the counter. You eye the distance between you and the customers before mentally declaring youâre at a safe enough distance that they wonât hear your conversation.
âSo..â You start.
Your friend raises an eyebrow, but decides to bite. âSo?â
âYou and that guy?â
âI knew you were gonna say something.â She laughed. âHeâs just a frequent customer. Him and his friend would come in all the time after practice, but once you started working they stopped. I asked him about it and apparently theyâve been practicing extra âcause they have a big game coming up or something.â
You eyed her suspiciously, taking note of the slight blush on her cheek. âAlright if you say so..â
Work went by fast after that. Later that night the two of you decided to hang out a little bit before parting ways. Your friend, noticing how antsy youâd been, suggested playing Roblox.
The two of you were holed up in Rikoâs room, deciding on which game to play. The initial idea was to bully kids on Brookhaven, but a popular show involving surviving kids games had inspired many to create their own version on Roblox.
This you settled on the game, Shrimp Game.
Trial after trial both of you survived. When it was time for Mingle the both of you were doing good the first couple of rounds, occasionally getting separated but surviving nonetheless.
Once you reached the center of the stage the music started up again. You stared at the screen, anxious to see the number of how many could be in a group.
The music stopped and the screen flashed. 3 players.
You and your friend immediately raced to an empty room, hoping a single player would follow. As soon as the two of you entered another two player group followed suit.
âWhat the,â You grumbled, âGet them out, we were here first.â
You go to push one of the players but one of them had the same idea, reacting quicker and instead pushing you out and shutting the door.
âWhat the!ââ You sat up in a panic. âRiko open the door!â
âI canât!â She panicked. âThe other guy pushed me down and I canât get up!â
You quickly looked around seeing players scrambling to get into rooms, the only open one was across the stage from you. The countdown began, you knew you wouldnât make it if you ran. You accepted your fate.
There was a player standing at the door, looking through the peephole almost as if he was taunting you that you couldnât get in. It was then you noticed the username.
Applepi.
âNo way,â You gasped. âRiko itâs them!!â
The countdown ended and your avatar was shot.
Your friend dramatically calls out your name and hugs you tightly. âIâll never forget you!â She gave you a side hug while proceeding with the round.
âQuick turn on voice chat so I can cuss them out!ââ
âNo way!â She pulled back, âYouâll get me banned!â
You were tempted to spend money (now that you had it) to revive yourself but ultimately decided against it. Youâd get your revenge in a different way.
âWant me to leave?â She asked since you guys were only playing to play together.
âNo,â You flipped through the perspectives and landed on Applepiâs, âIâm gonna spectate.â
They played a couple of more rounds before moving on to the next game. You watched, unable to take your eyes off the screen while you thought about the possibilities.
âYou think thatâs actually Applepi?â You asked your friend.
âDunno,â She mumbled, concentrating on the game. âWhat are the chances someone else uses the same username?â
The sound of her frequently tapping on the screen is dulled once you begin to think. She was right, what are the chances? This couldnât be a coincidence, they were spelled the same odd way. Plus, it's very common for a person to stick with the same name, almost like theyâre marking their online identity. It seemed as though the universe was pointing you in the direction back to the arcade. First the guy from work who ordered an apple pie, now this random with the same name.
âDamn!â Your friend groaned, putting down her phone. âIâm out.â
This was a sign. You were going to the arcade tomorrow.
âI think Iâm finally gonna go back.â
Your friend looked at you, puzzled by your sudden declaration. âGo back to the arcade?â She hesitantly asked.
You nodded, confirming her statement.
âWell, it has been almost two weeks. Iâm surprised you lasted this long without going.â She leaned back against the bench, basking in the sun while she clutched her juicebox.
It had been a week since you played Roblox and possibly met your archnemesis. You mimicked her and leaned back, staring up at the clouds. Somewhere in the distance you could hear the sound of squeaky shoes echoing from the gym. âI surprised myself too, but you made me realize I was obsessing over the competition too much for it to be healthy, and my wallet was really sufferingâŠâ
She smirked and ruffled your hair. âSee what happens when you listen to me? You evolve as a person.â
You groan and gently push her away, attempting to fix your hair. She was right, but youâd never say it to her face. She knows sheâs right most of the time and you saw no need to boost her ego at the moment.
âSo, why go back now?â
âAfter we played Roblox I swore I was gonna go check the next day, but once school ended I didnât feel like rushing to see the leaderboard and ruining my mood. Since I donât work today I figured nowâs a good time, I can relax and play the game how I want. Also, I really want to see if they restocked the claw machine for that plush.â
Your friend gasped. âOh wow, youâve really changed!â
Suddenly she engulfed you in a hug, ranting about how proud she was of you. âI would go with you but I picked up an extra shift today,â She pulled away and looked at you with a pout, âBut text me how it goes!â
âI will.â You laugh.
Soon after the school bell rings, signaling the end of your lunch break.
The rest of the school day goes by quickly, but not without a small hitch. During your final class your teacher announced a pop quiz. You wouldâve been fine, except you quickly realized you had lost your only pencil sometime throughout the day.
You quickly look around to see if anyone had their pencil pouches out, subtly turning around to look at the back of the class, only to see a familiar face you werenât expecting to see. You donât know how you didnât realize he was in your class earlier since he stood out because of his hair. In a sea of mostly black hair, his bleached blonde hair and overgrown roots caught your eye since it reminded you of pudding.
You gulped, feeling anxiety creep in. You didnât know him well enough to casually ask for a pencil like you would with Riko and you didnât want to seem like one of those classmates whoâs always mooching off of otherâs supplies, but you had no choice since he was the only person you sort of knew.
âExcuse me,â You whispered, catching his attention. âCould I borrow a pencil?â
He blinked at you, golden eyes staring at you momentarily in confusion, almost as if he was surprised you were talking to him. He says nothing though, only nodding and pulling out a second pencil for you to use before handing it to you.
âThank you! I promise Iâll give it back after class!â You smile and quickly turn back to face your quiz.
Minutes pass and miraculously you finish just in time. You let out a sigh of relief as the teacher takes away your exam, relaxing into your seat. You think you had a solid chance of passing this quiz.
You hear a scuffle behind you and turn around to look, only to see your blonde classmate getting dragged away by his tall friend from the cafe. You could only stare in shock as they quickly disappeared into the halls. You looked down at the pencil in your hand, wondering how youâd give it back to him.
As you pack away your things you remember he was on a sports teamâ possibly the volleyball team. Should I quickly pass by the gym or just give it tomorrow? You ask yourself. You were in no rush to get to the arcade and you knew if you waited until tomorrow youâd likely forget to give it back and end up keeping it, making it seem like youâre the type of classmate to never give stuff back.
You shiver at the thoughtâ a quick trip to the gym wouldnât hurt.
The walk doesnât take long, but once you reach the gym youâre confused to see itâs empty. Since the two players rushed out of your class you assumed they were in a hurry to get to practice. Had you gotten the sport wrong? For a moment you thought maybe he was on the soccer team, but he didnât exactly seem like the running type. You try knocking and jiggle the doorknob, only to see itâs locked. It isnât until a random student passing by lets you know the boys volleyball team practiced earlier in the day.
You sighed, guess youâd give it back tomorrow after all.
Without any more distractions you began walking towards the arcade. As you walked the familiar path you couldnât help but feel a little giddy. Maybe this time youâd go around the arcade and play some games you havenât tried yet. The familiar neon lights eventually came into view and you smiled at the sight. It had been a long time.
You made your way inside, avoiding multiple running kids when you saw people standing in front of your favorite game. It was the two from the cafe!
You watched as the blonde one fiddled with the keys for a moment, before receiving a game over. He briefly looked at the screen before walking away from the machine. Instead of taking this opportunity to look at the leaderboard you followed behind them, ready to give back the pencil when they began talking.
âSo, anything?â His companion asked.
The blonde shook his head, brows furrowed with what almost looked like a pout on his face. âNo, it was boring today too.â
You paused in your tracks, his answer echoing in your mind before you rushed back to the game. Just as you had arrived the top scores disappeared, going back to the title screen.
âDammit,â You mumbled to yourself, pulling out your wallet to take out some change.
You entered the token and began to play. Could it be a coincidence seeing that guy here at this machine? Possibly, but what could he have meant by âit was boring today tooâ? It had been a while since you played, could he have been referring to that? Not to mention when he came to the cafe he ordered anâ
Your eyes widened, you had connected the dots.
At that moment you received a game over. The screen dissolved briefly before revealing the list. Your eyes raked through the lineup, not shocked to see you were still in second place with Applepi at the top. It had been awhile since you played, but you knew his score was different. Youâre not sure of the exact numbers, but it was slightly higher from the last time you played.
You glanced at the exit. Had he been coming here to see if you had beat him?
Part of you felt bad, he probably thought you stopped trying to beat him when you were actually in rehab (work), but you were happy to know the competition wasnât one sided.
Inserting another token you prepare to try your best this round. Youâre about to make this a little less boring.
You open the door to the cafe, the smell of caffeine and sweets hitting you in the face. You made your way to the counter where your friend stood as the cashier. She lit up upon seeing your face, waving excitedly. âI thought I told you to text me! You didnât have to show up during my shift!â
âThought itâd be better if I told you in person,â You giggled. âI have some slightly crazy news.â
âOh!â She raised her eyebrows, curious as to what you could mean by that before gasping. âYou got the plush!â She exclaimed while glancing at your backpack, expecting to see it bulky or misshapen.
âUgh donât remind me,â You sighed. âTurns out it was some super rare limited edition thing so I doubt Iâll ever see it again.â
âDamn, that sucks. Anyways, are you gonna order something or are you just here to gossip?â
You briefly remember the guy you loaned you a pencil and how his hair resembled pudding. As slightly embarrassing as it was to admit you had been craving the sweet treat ever since.
âIâll have the caramel custard pudding.â
âUgh,â Your friend made a face as she tapped the screen for your order. âCanât believe you actually like that, tried it once while on my break and just couldnât finish it. You and that guy over there would probably get along.â
You look up from your wallet and shoot her a confused look, âWhat guy?â
You gestured to someone behind you. Slowly you turned your head, only to see the duo from earlier. You quickly look back at her, trying to hide your shocked expression. âDamn, do they come here everyday?â You whisper, trying to act as if that was the reason you were surprised.
âI guess? I think their schedules cleared up a bit so now theyâre coming more often.â She responded, not even noticing your panic. âAnyways your order will be out in a sec, Iâm gonna take my break and go sit with you after itâs done.â
âThanks,â You nervously laugh and go to the cat area to sit. You take a seat at the furthest table away from the duo, wondering if itâd be possible to talk about your discovery without them overhearing. You take a quick glance at them, noticing how the tall one frequently looks over at your friend and decide itâs too risky.
You spend your time scrolling through your phone, occasionally giving affection to any cat that brushes up against your leg when your friend approaches your table with two plates. âAlright,â She starts, placing the plates down before taking a seat. âWhatâs up? Did you end up spending all your money again?â
You canât help but laugh at her comment. âNo Riko, Iâm not bankrupt just yet,â You reply while taking a bite out of your pudding.
You donât know how she sensed it, but she was almost right. While playing you got a little too into it, inserting token after token. Without realizing you had spent a little more than what you planned on that single game alone. Seeing the numbers go higher and higher was addicting, you almost fell back into bad habits before pulling away and trying other games. You werenât going to tell her that though.
The sudden sound of chairs being pushed out caught your attention. You looked back to see the duo were packing away their things and couldnât help but feel joy swell up in your heart. They were leaving!
You went back to happily eating your pudding, unaware that they were making their way to your table until someone cleared their throat.
Both you and your friend turn to look at the tall man. âHey, thanks again for the discount.â
Your friend waved her hand. âIt was no problem! I feel bad you keep spending all your money here.â She laughed. You couldnât help but notice the tint of red on her cheeks before hiding your smile behind your hand.
âYou should come to our game tomorrow,â He suddenly suggested, looking eager before turning to you. âYou too, we could use the extra support.â
âMm, volleyball right?â You asked, really hoping you hadnât gotten the sport wrong. It wouldâve been embarrassing if you ended up going to the wrong place earlier.
âRight,â He clarified. âThink you guys will be able to make it?â
Before you even had a chance to respond your friend quickly answered for you. âWeâll be there!â
âGreat! Iâll let the team know, theyâll be super excited,â He smiled before waving goodbye. His friend peaked from behind him and waved a reluctant goodbye which made you immediately remember.
âOh before I forget!â You rummage around in your bag before pulling out the grey mechanical pencil, handing it to the blonde. âHereâs your pencil! Thanks for letting me borrow it.â
He looks at you surprised, almost like he had forgotten he gave you the pencil. âOh, thanks.â Is all he said before gently taking it back.
During the brief moment he was up close you got the chance to observe him. His hair was long, but it framed his face nicely. His eyes were gold and catlike, fitting given your schoolâs mascot was a cat. You wouldâve admitted he was cute if it wasnât for the fact heâd possibly been the one tormenting you.
They left the shop after that, leaving you and your friend alone in the room. âThanks for asking me if I wanted to go.â You broke the small moment of silence.
âOk listen, me and Testurouââ
âTesturou?â You asked, both shocked and confused at the fact they were on a first name basis when you didnât even know his name. As far as you know the two only interacted when he came to the cafe, just how often was he visiting? And dragging his poor friend with him to third wheel?
âYes, his name is Testurou Kuroo.â She sighed dreamily while resting her cheek on her hand, enhancing that âtotally in loveâ look.
âWhen did this happen?!â You gasped. âWhy didnât you tell me this was happening?!â
âOk first, calm down,â She giggled, acting as if she wasnât hiding any big news from her best friend. âNothings happened yet, weâve just been talking when he comes in. I was literally planning on telling you when I told you to text me.â
You eyed her suspiciously, taking another spoonful of pudding into your mouth. âOk, if he means that much to you Iâll go to the game tomorrow,â You give up, not wanting to put up much of a fight.
âGreat! Now what about you? How do you know Kenma?â She smirked, hoping to flip the tables on you. So thatâs his name, you mentally note. You open your mouth to explain the situation when she holds her hand up, silencing you. âNevermind, what did you want to tell me earlier? About the arcade?â
âActually, itâs about Kurooâs buddy and the arcade.â You quickly looked around, eyeing the exit to make sure the duo had truly left.
She looked at you confused, gesturing for you to elaborate. You recount how you had seen the two of them at the arcade and how Kenma was playing your favorite game. You make sure to include his comment about how boring itâs been lately, leading you to your highly believable theory.
âI think heâs Applepi.â
âThat.. actually makes some sense.â She nodded in agreement, surprising you.
âReally? Just like that?â You ask, raising an eyebrow suspiciously. Sheâs normally so quick to call you delusionalâ maybe you actually have a point this time.
She nods, âTetsu usually visits me alone, but when he visits with Kenma heâs always late. Iâm guessing that extra time is them being at the arcade. Plus, Kenmaâs always playing games on his phone while theyâre here so heâs probably a little nerdy, just like you.â
You ignore the nerd comment and focus on the facts she just presented to you. Everything lines up, but thereâs only one way to confirm his identity.
âJust ask him about it tomorrowââ
âTomorrow?! Are you crazy?!â You panic.
âRelax, just be casual about it.â She says in an attempt to calm you. âItâs not like youâre confronting him, just asking him about it. Who knows, maybe you guys can bond over that stuff.â
Casual, yeah, like this guy hasnât been driving me insane for weeks.. you roll your eyes. She had a point though (lately sheâs been having many of those), if you didnât ask him youâd be stuck wondering forever.
Itâs decided, youâre going to ask him tomorrow.
Tomorrow came sooner than you wouldâve liked it to. Without knowing the school day quickly passed and you had arrived at the gym, your friend dragging you alongside her.
Inside there were a handful of people eagerly chatting and rushing to their seats to watch the teams warm up. You were anxious, but not about the gameâs outcome. You were worried about making a fool of yourself in front of Kenma when it came to asking him about his possible secret identity.
âRemember, just be casual about it,â Your friend attempted to soothe you, but it didnât help much.
She led you further into the gym until you stumbled upon a group of kids wearing your schoolâs volleyball jackets. You're quick to notice the duo that frequent the cafe. Ok, just keep it casual.
âHey!â Your friend calls out, catching the attention of the captain and his friend. She drags you closer to the group before letting go of your hand, a quiet signal to leave so they can talk privately.
You take the hint, walking away with Kenma wordlessly. He walks towards a wall and you essentially follow him, trying to figure out a way to talk to him. If he notices your inner turmoil, he doesnât say anything. He leans against a wall and pulls out his phone, tapping away at his screen. It isnât until you hear a familiar sound coming from his phone that you look over, recognizing the game heâs playing.
âYou play that game?â You ask, genuinely surprised seeing another person play.
Kenma briefly looks over at you, almost as if he was surprised to see you next to him, before quickly looking back down at his phone, âYeah.â
Simple and quickâ you shouldâve expected that given what you see during your shifts. He didnât seem like the type for conversations with people he didnât know well. In fact, if you looked close enough, it seemed heâd rather be anywhere but here. Silence ensued and only the sounds from his phone could be heard.
âHave you had the chance to check out the arcade a couple blocks from here? The one in front of that one restaurant?â You nervously ask, fiddling with a loose end at the bottom of your shirt.
He stops and for a moment you think youâve distracted him and accidentally killed him in the process, but he nods. âI have, itâs fun. I only really play one game though.â
Your eyes widen at his comment and you try your best to compose yourself. âBy any chance.. are you Applepi?â
That gets him.
He stops moving again and you look over at his screenâ this time it seems you did kill him. He looks at you with confusion swirling in his eyes. âHow do you know that?â He asked hesitantly, almost like he was afraid of your answer.
You tell him the name you use when playing, one he quickly recognizes. âFor the past couple of weeks youâve been beating my score and I finally found you.â You laughed, partially because you found the situation funny and partially because you were anxious about his response.
When he didnât respond you got nervous. You looked over at your friend and found she was still talking to Kuroo. You internally groaned, there was no way for her to come save you. You slowly turned your head to face Kenma and saw him looking at you with an unrecognizable look in his eyes. It was almost akin to sparklesâ but there was a hint of something else.
âHowâd you know?â He asked, keeping his eyes on you. It was the first time he ever really looked at you directly, like he was curious about how you figured it out.
âI saw you eating an apple pie once at the cafe.â You responded honestly before realizing you sounded crazy for remembering what he ate. âThen I saw you at the arcade after you finished playing.â
He hummed and looked down at his phone despite it being turned off. You pretended not to notice the tips of his ears turning red.
âYou said it had been boring, so letâs make it interesting and place a bet.â
That caught his attention. âA bet?â He repeated, eyeing you nervously.
You nodded. âA bet. We continue doing what weâve been doing but at the end of the month whoever has the highest score wins.â
He looks at you with suspicious eyes. âAnd what does the winner get?â
â.. Did you by any chance happen to win a calico plushie at the claw machine? One with a yellow spot over its eye?â
A surprised look quickly comes on to his face again. â..Yeah?â
You feel your eye twitch at his answer. âI want that.â You quickly stated. You know you sounded demanding, like a spoiled child crying about wanting something they didnât have, but you had been eyeing it for so long you couldnât help but want it. You feel itâs only right too after all the emotional and financial damage he caused you.
Kenma hesitates, but ultimately gives in to your request. âThen what do I get?â
âWell, what do you want?â You ask, not knowing him well enough to suggest anything. Hopefully itâs not money. You shiver at the thought. Your bank account just recovered, you couldnât go back now.
He doesnât answer, looking away from you. âIâll think about it.â He mumbles.
âAlright then!â You cheer, excitement filling your body. âSo itâs a bet?â You ask, extending your hand.
Kenma looked at your hand, slowly reaching out and accepting. You couldnât help but notice how warm his hands were.
After your little bet the two of you had exchanged numbers to settle some things.
Something you were quick to notice was how much of a dry texter he was, though it wasnât surprising given how he was in real life. During a conversation (that you initiated) Kenma commented on how it wasnât fair that youâd have more time to spend at the arcade than him because of his volleyball practice, but you reassured him that you wouldnât spend all day there since you had work (and homework) to focus on.
Now if this was the old you participating, you wouldâve immediately headed straight to the arcade after school to rack up as many points as you could and get a head start, but you had changed for the better. This was a little friendly rivalry, it wasnât anything too serious.
But you still planned on winning to maintain your title as number one and get that cat plush.
The two of you also decided not to tell each other when youâd be at the arcade. Your schedules had to remain a mystery just as they had always been.
âItâs not like we donât already have a general idea of each otherâs schedules.â Kenma mumbled, picking at his desert. âIâm basically here everyday now.â
You nodded in agreement, eyes shifting over to your friend and Kurooâs table. After the game they had officially become an item. They were giggling together and on their table was a single drink containing two strawsâ truly a romantic sight.
âYeah, but without confirming anything neither of us really know, it makes this a little more exciting.â You smiled at the scene before turning to look at Kenma. âWait, why do you even come anyway? You donât need to third wheel Kuroo anymore since heâs with Riko.â
You saw his eye twitch and held back a giggle. You knew heâd say the same thing back to you if it werenât for the fact you worked here.
It was currently about halfway through the month and you and Kenma had steadily become friends. With his frequent visits you noticed him becoming more expressive, he was almost like a cat. As long as you fed him treats heâd keep coming back, despite what he says.
âKuroo still drags me along, he says I need to go out more.â He mumbled, taking a small bite of his pie.
âAnd heâs right, you need more sun.â You giggled, ignoring the glare he sent your way. âCanât have my favorite cryptid hiding away forever.â
Lately this has become the norm. The two of you would share playful banter while your friends flirted just a table away. You bonded over both being the third wheel and lately, video games.
âWho do you think is gonna win?â You asked, genuinely curious about his thoughts.
He continues playing with the food on his plate, pushing around small pieces with his fork. â.. I donât know. Youâre actually pretty good at the game so itâll be close.â
âWow, is that a compliment from the Kenma Kozume?â You gasp dramatically, but your shock was genuine. If you had learned anything from spending time with him it was that it wasnât common for him to praise someone so openly.
What caught you off guard was the smile he sent your way. âIt was boring at first, especially when you stopped playing, but you made it interesting again.â
It was almost unsettling, he smiled as if he had something up his sleeveâ no, he was enjoying this, and you were too.
Everyday you woke up you felt the thrill of the rivalry gnawing at your bones, making you excited to get through the day and head over to the arcade to see where you two stood. It wasnât until a day before the competition ended that you remembered what your friend had said back at the arcade and realized what she meant.
She was right, this had gotten interesting.
A month had officially passed.
It was easy to see your excitement throughout the day. While on your way to school you nearly ran the whole way there as if rushing to school would make the day go by faster. During lunch you talked Rikoâs ear off to the point where she traded you for Kuroo, leaving you with Kenma. He didnât seem to mind as you talked, just nodded and continued playing on his psp. During the last class of the day Kenma was quick to notice you bouncing your leg, fidgeting with your pencil, and tapping your fingers on the desk.
He was surprised to see how this was affecting you. While he was excited to see the results you were clearly more eager than anyone to see who took the top spot. For a moment he questioned why this mattered so much, but then he remembered how you told him heâd been the only one to beat your score and held back a chuckle. He couldnât lie, he enjoyed seeing you like this.
Once the bell rang you quickly turned around in your seat to face him, a common occurrence since the two of you became friends. âAre you ready?â You asked, placing your arms on his desk and leaning in close.
The giant grin on your face was contagious, he couldnât help but let a small smile slip through. âYeah, Iâm ready.â He responded, grabbing his bag and standing from his seat.
Unlike in the morning this time you slowed your pace (mostly because Kenma refused to walk any faster than he needed to).
âYou didnât bring the cat plush,â You pouted, gripping the straps of your bag tightly to keep it in place.
âAre you that confident youâre gonna win?â He raised a brow. âWhy are you obsessed with it anyway? You never told me.â
You shrug, âI donât really have a reason, I just thought it was cute. I just remember the day I was gonna try and win it I didn't have any more coins left because I spent all my money trying to beat your score.â
He quickly whipped his head to face you. âYou seriously have a problem..â
âWell itâs partially your fault, you made me competitive.â You crossed your arms.
The whole way to the arcade you bickered about whose fault it was until the bright neon lights came into view. You couldnât help but grab Kenmaâs arm to drag him inside faster, sprinting further inside until the game came into view.
You slowly approached the machine, still slightly anxious about the outcome. Kenma nudged your shoulder with his, catching your attention. He held up a coin in his hand, giving it to you. âPlay a quick game, but donât go crazy.â
You felt your heart do a small flip at the gesture. Kenma often came off as uncaring, but the truth is he cared a lot about those he was close with. You accept the coin from his hand, ignoring the brief skin contact before quickly shuffling towards the machine in hopes he wouldnât see your expression.
You play a quick round, making sure not to go all out like Kenma said. Moments later you take a hit and lose the game, watching the screen shift. You take a step back and stand side by side with Kenma, eyes unblinking as the leaderboard pops up. Your eyes quickly glance over the names until they land on yours and Kenmaâs.
âNo way,â You mumble, clutching on to Kenmaâs bag.
He said nothing at the action, only staring at the screen for a couple seconds before turning his head to face you. âCongrats.â
You cheered, shaking him from the joy you were experiencing. Kenma tried to lean away from you, especially after noticing the stares you were getting. He didnât want to ruin your fun, but he seriously didnât like the attention.
You notice and let go of his backpack. âShouldâve brought that cat,â You giggled.
âThereâs no way I was going to carry that all day,â He sighed before pulling out his phone to check the home. You look at his screen and see itâs still early in the day, it would be a waste to leave.
âHey since weâre already here, why not play a few games?â You ask, silently hoping heâd agree.
He shrugged and you took his answer as a yes. The two of you went around playing most of the two player games you could find. It was nice, most of the time you didnât get to play these because Riko didnât want to (she was extremely bad at them and hated losing).
âYouâre actually kind of good..â You laughed after seeing both your scores on the screen.
âI play a lot,â He responded, taking a quick look at his phone. He gestured towards the exit and you nodded.
âI know you do,â You laughed. âI hear you all the time before class playing on your phone. Itâs almost like you have an addiction..â
Kenma huffed at your claim. He never denied it, you held back a giggle. Once the two of you exit you see the sky is darker than it was when you first arrived. The two of you spent a lot of time there and you didnât even realize it.
âIâm curious,â You start, catching his attention, âif you had won what wouldâve you asked for?â
He didnât answer right away, remaining silent. The sounds of footsteps were the only thing that could be heard between the two of you. Maybe he never decided what he wanted, you told yourself. You couldnât blame him for it, you were mainly doing this to win and to keep your spot at the top. Though you were glad you won because you couldnât risk him asking you for money (especially with his addiction).
Kenma cleared his throat, grabbing your attention. He avoided your gaze, keeping his eyes down at the ground before turning to look at you.
âI wouldâve asked to keep playing with you.â
Extra:
You laid on Kenmaâs bed, happily fidgeting with the cat plush you won against him. You sit up and see him sitting on the floor, his posture reminding you of a shrimp. Suddenly a thought crossed your mind.
âI have a question,â You start. Kenma hums from below you, acknowledging you but keeping his eyes glued on the screen in front of him.
âWhen you were playing Roblox, specifically Shrimp Games, why did you push me out?â
He quickly looks at you, confused, before looking back at his game. âWell obviously I didnât know it was you back then, but I did it because I wanted to win and you were the closest to the door.â
You huff and lay back down. âOk, well if you did know it was me would you still have pushed me out?â
He didn't respond and from this angle you couldnât see his face. When you hear the sounds coming from the TV you turn your head and see heâs paused the game. Heâs looking at you, a small smile on his face, almost like he wants to laugh.
âNo, I wouldnât.â
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BACKSTAGE - ( m.s )
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summary- your best friend caught the eye of the bass player in a band local to boston, your hometown, so youâre invited to the second to last stop of their US tour. they can definitely put on a show, and all of them are very welcoming when you meet them backstage. then thereâs the asshole grumpy drummer with the inflated ego, who canât seem to stop staring.
warnings- cursing, smoking, drinking, ???
band au (triplets are in their mid 20s)
drummer!matt x fem!reader (this song ^^ inspired me and itâs good af so iâm including it)
a/n: this has been brewing for a while and i kinda forking love this concept, i hope i brought it to life well! hope u enjoy and as always my inbox is open for whateva #kisses ****part 2 to come
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âare you sure you want to do this?â you ask her as you two linger by the bar at the back of the venue.
people are clearing out, all happily chattering after an incredible concert. you have to admit that it was a great performance, and the sold out crowd helped.
theyâre a pretty talented band. and the bass player really wants your best friend.
all it took to get him interested was a single comment on one of his recent posts. adelaide is undeniably gorgeous, and sheâs also built a decent following through her recent modeling jobs.
she stands out in any comment section and in crowds like these, so it makes sense that he hit her up. thatâs why youâre here anyways.
mister bass player had invited you guys to the first of two sold out shows in this place. itâs the last stop on the bandâs US leg, in their hometown, which happens to be where you and adelaide live.
âyes dude, for the hundredth time, im sure. and heâs waiting on us, so stop stalling. i know you have more balls than that.â adelaide gives you a pointed look.
you canât help but roll your eyes. âi promise you i donât care enough about what these guys think to be scared.â
ânow that sounds more like you.â she teases as she pulls her phone out of her back pocket.
the light from the screen illuminates her face, and you watch as she taps something out quickly.
âchris said someone is gonna come get us.â
âcanât wait.â you smile sarcastically as you respond.
addy doesnât even get the chance to yell at you about your attitude before a big buff guy dressed in all black approaches the two of you, dark hair slicked against his skull. SECURITY is printed across his jacket in bold yellow letters.
âyou ladies enjoy the show?â his voice is deep, which matches his huge stature perfectly.
âoh, it was amazing! iâm assuming youâre jason?â adelaide beams at him, pushing her dark curls out of her face.
he nods once. âthatâs me. you guys ready to head backstage?â
âyup, just lead the way.â
the two of you follow jason back down toward the front of the stage, around the protective barricade to a door that almost blends right in with the venueâs dark walls.
he knocks on it three times. another tall man opens it for him and ushers the two of you inside before people start to pay too much attention.
âdressing rooms this way.â the new guy leads you through the backstage area, down a narrow hallway until he stops in front of one of the doors. thereâs a little placard with their band name on it, which is cute.
this time nobody thinks to knock, because itâs already pretty loud. once the door swings open the sound is even more overwhelming.
you count seven people, all sitting around on the couches and vanity seats in the dim lighting. three of them are nearly identical, which surprises you. you thought there were only two brothers in the band.
several bottles of champagne crowd the coffee table already, and theyâve only been off the stage for ten minutes.
all of them are watching the two of you now, and it makes you want to crawl out of your skin.
âlook who it is.â one of the twins (or apparently triplets) thatâs sitting on the couch sets his glass down and gets up to greet you.
his brown hair is long, longer than the others, hidden slightly by a black boston hat. heâs dressed in a celtics jersey and baggy jeans, clearly happy to be representing his city tonight.
âgood to see you, chris.â adelaide smiles into his chest as he pulls her into a tight embrace that lasts for a few seconds too long.
âi promise itâs better to see you.â he smirks as he finally pulls away, not even trying to hide his gaze as he admires the way her outfit hugs her body.
then he turns to you, and you suddenly feel like a spotlight is shining directly in your face.
âitâs nice to meet you too, y/n. addy tells me youâre even cooler than she is.â chris says, wrapping his arm around your friends shoulder lazily.
âcanât argue with that.â you shrug with a grin, impressed that he remembered your name without having to ask.
he looks around and clears his throat, and the others stop chatting. âeveryone, this is adelaide and y/n. introduce yourselves.â
one of the clones that was sitting beside chris speaks up now. âshouldnât they know who we are?â
he looks directly at you with an uninterested gaze thatâs somehow still so intense you almost lose your breath. heâs in all black, fluffy hair styled a bit shorter than chrisâs.
his harley davidson muscle tee is cut off right above his black pants, revealing just the smallest sliver of his stomach as he leans back against the cushions casually. so many tattoos, so many rings.
itâs annoying that you notice this, even despite how pissed off you are at his stupid question.
âi hate to burst your bubble, but i wouldnât be able to guess your name even if someone put a gun to my head.â you bite back without thinking, and laughter erupts around you.
âthatâs exactly what you deserve for a dickhead comment like that, matt.â another currently-unnamed guy says.
heâs on the other sofa with the last of the carbon-copy brothers, arm around the waist of the beautiful girl thatâs perched on his lap. the couple smile at you and adelaide.
âfeel free to ignore him. iâm nathan, lead guitar.â he introduces himself.
âiâm his girlfriend jen.â the dark-haired woman chimes in, offering you a friendly wave.
âim nick,â the triplet sitting next to them finally reveals his name, âiâm not in the band, iâm just their tour photographer. my brothers got the musical talent.â
âkids a genius with a camera though.â chris adds, still sidled up against adelaide.
ânames sam. iâm the singer.â a blonde boy with hair cropped close to his skull says with a nod.
heâs sitting on one of the vanity chairs thatâve been set up in a half circle, tipping the rest of his champagne back after he speaks.
âand iâm just his older sister gabby.â the girl beside him sticks her hand out, and you take a step forward to shake it.
âdont say just. and i love your necklace.â you compliment the barbed wire chain around her throat, and she waves her free hand at you, flushing slightly.
âyouâre sweet.â
âitâs nice to meet you all. the show was fantastic, we had a blast.â adelaide addresses everyone with that award-winning grin you know and love.
chris leads her over to the couch and they sit down, pressed against each other like theyâre attached at the hip. you have to admit itâs a little cute. you take the open chair next to gabby, opting to avoid sitting next to matt just to be near your friend.
âare you both from boston too?â sam asks, reaching to refill his drink.
jen gets up from nateâs lap to grab two more glasses from one of the cabinets, which is a kind gesture that you werenât really expecting.
âyeah. we met in college and ended up staying in the city together.â you answer as he moves to pour your champagne next.
âthat makes you what, 22? i am about to serve you alcohol.â
you canât help but laugh, so adelaide answers instead. âweâre 25, but iâll take that as a compliment.â
he puts his hands up in apology as you grab your glass. âso not recent graduates then, my bad.â
you can still feel matt staring at you, and when you meet his gaze over the rim of your drink he doesnât shy away. your own eyes narrow slightly, because you dont understand why he wonât fucking quit it.
âwhat do you do for work?â nathan questions, and you finally break out of your trance to look over.
âi was in publishing for a bit, but i mainly model now.â addy responds first.
chrisâs hand goes to grip her thigh endearingly as she sips her champagne. âcanât you tell?â
âstop it.â she nudges him slightly, though you can see a faint blush appear beneath her bronzed skin.
nate rolls his eyes before looking your way. âand you?â
âiâm a media manager for a few different brands.â
âreally? like who?â
itâs matt speaking, you know even before you turn your head to meet his cold eyes once more. heâs challenging you, inked arms crossed over his chest defensively as he waits for an answer.
âwell for one, those pants youâre wearing? i work with that company.â you reply bluntly.
youâd recognize those cargos anywhere, the faded star patches are a dead giveaway. mattâs face drops in surprise, and nick snorts, giving you a nod of approval that doesnât go unnoticed.
âi canât believe you work for vamped. we all get like, half of our wardrobe from there.â he admits.
âraiding her closet is a real treat, trust me.â adelaide makes it sound like a joke, but she actually does love to come over and steal all your favorite pieces.
it would be annoying if you didnât love her so much.
jen smiles, cuddled back up on her boyfriendâs knee as she looks between the two of you. âi like you girls already.â
âyeah, and i respect anyone who can humble matt that quickly.â sam nods along in agreement, and you recognize that heâs talking about you in particular.
âoh, so i take it heâs like this all the time then?â your question is directed at sam, but youâre looking at the subject himself as you ask it.
âpretty much.â chris nudges matt with a silly grin, and he scowls in return, though heâs still watching you.
you canât decipher what heâs feeling, what heâs thinking, and you donât like it one bit. to be fair, you donât know him at all yet, but you know the type.
youâve met enough high profile people through vamped to understand that this kid thinks heâs some kind of god, probably because his friends tell him so.
but youâre not his friend, and you donât owe him any politeness if he canât bother to reciprocate it. you keep your eyes on him as sam redirects the conversation away from the two of you, another challenge of your own, and he finally looks away a moment later.
you take it as a win.
a few rounds of drinks later you can feel the heat creeping up your cheeks, blissfully tipsy as you continue to swap stories about anything and everything with the rest of the group.
chris and adelaide are in their own little world, whispering shit back and forth to each other like school girls.
matt hasnât said a single word to you since you name-dropped your highest paying client just to embarrass him. he watches the rest of you interact, though that burning gaze of his always seems to meet yours anyways.
its driving you crazy, and youâre itching for a quick pause from the socialization, as nice as (almost) everyone has been.
âiâm gonna go for a smoke.â you address the group, mainly adelaide, and youâre met with a couple nods.
âsame.â matt replies gruffly, and your heart falters.
of fucking course.
he pushes himself to a standing position before you can protest, or say anything really. his shirt is even more cropped now that heâs stretched to his full height, and youâre staring straight at his exposed happy trail and v-line. youâre pretty sure you see the top of a small tattoo by his hip.
your mouth goes dry, and you busy yourself grabbing your little purse from the floor.
âhurry back, i wanna hear more about this PR box fiasco.â gabby points a finger at you as you get up next, and you smile even though you know itâs a weak attempt.
âiâll be quick.â you promise her.
adelaide gives you a little wave goodbye, which doesnât quell your nerves as you turn to follow matt, who doesnât wait for you to catch up.
he just throws the dressing room door open carelessly, letting it swing back so you have to stop it with your hand before it hits you. you glare at the back of his head, though you follow him in silence because you donât know the way outside.
another security guard stands in the hall, and matt greets him with a quick nod as he heads outside, once again neglecting to hold it for you.
you mutter a quick hello to the man before stepping onto the little back patio. itâs the end of summer, edging toward fall now, so thereâs just a slight chill in the air.
heâs already leaned up against the brick wall, situated on one of the steps down to the gated parking lot. for the first time tonight, heâs actually not looking at you, and itâs somewhat of a relief.
you dig around in your bag to retrieve your crinkled carton of cigarettes, flipping the lid open to pull one out and stick it between your lips. youâre about to put them away when matt clears his throat.
âcan i bum one?â he asks softly.
itâs the least aggressive heâs been all night, and it throws you so off guard you canât find anything to say back so him. so you just nod slowly, grabbing another cigarette for him and passing it over.
âthanks.â
âyou got a light? couldnât bring mine in.â you mutter, though your words slur because of the cig thatâs between your teeth.
matt nods, ruffling his hair with one hand as the other slips into his back pocket. he pulls out a red disposable lighter and ignites it in one swift motion.
he holds it up to your mouth, burning the end of the thin roll of tobacco. heâs staring at your lips, thinking about how soft they look wrapped around that filter paper.
matt doesnât want to be wondering what it would be like to feel them against his own, because you embarrassed him. he hates being embarrassed, especially by someone who walked right into his dressing room like she owned it.
youâre unlike any girl heâs ever met, and heâs fucking entranced.
you inhale, glancing to meet his blue eyes as the smoke fill your lungs, completely unaware of his thoughts. itâs familiar, and it calms you down a little bit.
you pull it from your mouth to exhale, watching as he lights his own before slipping the plastic device back into his pocket. he slumps back up against the wall, kicking one leg up to steady himself.
itâs silent again for a moment while you both enjoy the brief hits of nicotine, letting the clouds swirl up into the night. you both go to ash at the same time, and he breaks the tension first.
âso, what did you think of the show, sweetheart? your friend spoke for you, but iâm sure you have your own opinion.â he says, one side of his mouth tilted up.
you weigh up his statement, rewinding to an hour ago. you guys were in the upper wing, right by the stage in the front row. the view was great, and the energy was definitely there.
you remember matt, sweaty and focused as he banged on those fucking drums like his life depended on it. your eyes were drawn to him for a lot of the performance, to the intensity he brought to the stage.
that was before you knew about his superiority complex, though you should have been expecting it. he is, after all, a rising rock star.
âit was good.â you reply bluntly, shrugging as you bring your cigarette back to your lips.
he fully smiles now, though itâs not a warm one. then he follows your lead and takes another drag as well, his tattoos shifting as his muscles flex and relax due to the movement.
âdonât fucking humor me.â matt finally says seriously, and you narrow your eyes.
âi wasnât, but it doesnât matter either way. you think youâre the shit regardless.â you snap back.
matt softens a bit at your tone, but heâs also backed into a corner. you confuse him, because youâre impossible to read. thatâs never happened to him before, and itâs annoyingly enticing.
âyou donât know a damn thing about me.â
âi know your type.â you argue sourly, sucking in another mouthful of smoke.
he turns his full attention to you now, shifting so he can look you right in the eyes. you wish it didnât intimidate you so much, but the way heâs been leering at you all night makes you sweat.
âand what type would that be, hm?â matt goads.
you nudge at the concrete with the toe of your sneaker, pausing briefly to compose your answer.
âyouâre arrogant, which either comes from the fame or the praise, or most likely both. in fact, youâre so cocky that you probably canât be around anyone without patronizing them. i bet they all tell you how talented and badass you are, but you wanna know what i think?â you ask him, taking a hit of your cigarette for dramatic effect.
and it works. matt is hanging onto every word, waiting for you to deliver the final punch as you take a step closer, blowing the vapor toward him.
âi think that the whole time, theyâre just waiting for you to shut the fuck up.â
for a second the world is still, and neither of you move an inch. heâs just studying you, eyes skipping across your face like heâs trying to commit it to memory.
âyou want to know what i think?â he questions you quietly, and you canât help but watch his lips as they move.
so pretty and pink, and you know he would taste like tobacco and sweat. you want to give in, but you wonât. one thing about you is that youâre stubborn, and you refuse to make the first move for this asshole.
âi think you like it.â matt finishes, so close to your lips now that heâs practically whispering his words against them.
just as you think heâs about to kiss you, to give you the power you crave, he tosses his cigarette to the ground and snuffs it out before stepping around you.
the only reminder that the moment was real is the door slamming shut behind him.
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#đŁđđŠđ§đ! whoâs that girl?
Y/N L/N is a nobody. well, maybe thatâs a stretch, but itâs nothing compared to the other words the media uses to describe you. washed up, irrelevant, talentlessâany cruel word or insult has or will be thrown your way. but 10 years in the game has forced you to grow thick skin, even if the supposed quality of your music doesnât suit it. so why is it that today, of all the days, you awake to the worst news imaginableâworse than all the name-calling and jeers?
or, you open twitter. it doesnât go well.
BLIND ITEMS! â
## this millionaireâs daughter influencer is known for buying many of her followers across all platforms. however, brands and colleagues ignore it because of the fat check lining her pockets.
## this one-of-a-duo A-list model is having business disputes with his other half and sibling. apparently, he wants more creative control over their projects despite having been in the industry for less time. itâs so serious that legal litigation is in the works. [revealed: lev haiba, alisa haiba]
## the not-so-indie bandâs newest album is rumored to be about a controversial figure in the industry. this figure has already produced an album about the lead singer years ago, however it failed to garner any publicity.
## off-the-charts wannabe pop star is postponing her next album because her team knows her career is over if she doesnât chart well. after nearly a decade in the industry and without a single long-lasting, cultural hit, sheâs better off waiting tables than writing music. [revealed: Y/N L/N]
gracetheestallion. the haiba twins fighting ?? i canât believe, like actually
colormeshocked. if y/n doesnât clutch up rq then iâm gonna be so sad for her â underdawg. honestly, itâs just not fair how sheâs treated by the industry â garagoesgaga. itâs âunfairâ? she literally only makes trash songs and hooks up with men in relationships, girl bye â underdawg. your misogyny is showing, ugly <3 â garagoesgaga. wowwwww insults, so mature. average iq of a y/n fan
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NOTES! â
Two posts in one day? It's more likely than you think! Anyways, today's fundraiser is for the family and sons of Reyna and Javier. Reyna and Javier lost their lives in a fatal crash, leaving their three sons without parents. Of their sons, one of them was dependent on their parents as he has been wheelchair bound all his life. In this brief period of time, he has lost both his parents and his primary caregivers. The entire family is feeling the financial strain of the sudden loss, so every help counts. Please consider donating here on GoFundMe or copy the link and share it online!
If you're new here, or even if you're not since I'm just starting to post again, I strive to bring attention to different fundraisers in all my posts. I primarily focus on sharing the stories of individuals in dire need, such as refugees in Gaza or those experiencing sudden homelessness, however there is no comparison between struggles, grief, and loss here! So I also take the time to share the stories of families such as Reyna and Javier's, and would deeply appreciate it if you could show them some much needed love as well.
I won't say too much, but as someone who has had the cards stacked against them (being a poc, nonbinary, queer, a religious minority, etc.) and has experienced my own share of loss, I can say that while the pain doesn't feel the same, the knife digs itself into you either way. My family was privileged enough to afford a funeral for my grandfather, who recently passed, but with many other family members getting older in age and being taken by the devil that is cancer, it does make me nervous as to how we will make it through. Regardless, I just hope that my plea and the stories I share will implore you to help othersânot out of moral or societal obligation or to save face, but out of humanity and compassion <3
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Í Í ÍÍ Í Í Í ÍÍ Í ÍÍ Í Íthe missions (these are excerpts from eric harris's site)Í Í Í ÍÍ Í Í Í ÍÍ Í ÍÍ Í Í ÍÍ ÍÍâ Í Í Í ÍÍ
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1 The first was when we put an entire assortment of very loud fireworks in a tunnel, and lit them off at about 1:00AM. This mission was part of a rebellion against these assholes that shot one of our bikes one day. They were rather angry that night, and we were very happy. We will be doing another hit on their house sometime in the near future. And that one will be much closer. And louder.
After each mission we get drunk. Not with wimpy beer, we only use hard liquor. Aftershock, Irish Cream, Tequila, Vodka, Whiskey, Rum, and sometimes a few shots of EVERCLEAR. We also sometimes make up our own shooters. And sample others (never try a prairie fire, its killer!). In our next few missions, we are planning to hit the dorks house a few more times, along with a few other houses. And also set off some more fireworks at that tunnel. We each have a large supply of fireworks...loud ones...and soon I will have my license and we can drive around any place we want to. heh heh. Soon I will be putting our directions for mixing drinks that we make up. We will put up any good shooter or other drink that we try. So check this place out often.
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this page was written by REB
REB VoDkA KIBBz
2 Our second mission was against this complete and utter fag's house. Everyone in our school hates this immature little weakling. So we decided to "hit" his house. On Friday night (2/7/97) at about 12:15AM we arrived at this queer's house. Fully equipped with 3 eggs, 2 rolls of toilet paper, the cheap brand, no pretty flowers, (we were disappointed to) superglue, and the proper tools to make his phone box a busy box (for those of you that are stupid, a buy box is where you set their box so that when they try to make a call, they get a busy signal and when someone else calls, they get a busy signal too). We placed 2 eggs in his very large, thick bushes. We just barely cracked them open so they will be producing a rather repulsive and extremely BAD odor for sometime. We placed the last egg on his "welcome" mat. It was very neat, I cracked the egg, put the yoke in the center, and the 2 halves on either side of the yoke. Then we teepeed his large pine tree and this...oak? tree. I don't know, it's big though. It wasn't a complete teepee but it was enough to agitate the homeowner greatly. We also put the superglue on the front door and on the little red mailbox flag.Â
3 This mission was an attack on the people who shot Vodka's bike, and on some random houses. First, after sneaking out of my house at around 1:55, we lit off 1 strand of 200 thunderbombs and 6 bottle rockets. We had also set a time delayed assortment too. This was made of 10 bottle rockets and a few crackling balls. We aren't really sure if those went off though because by the time they would have, we were a mile away. After the fireworks we went over to this asshole's house. His name is brooks brown {redacted by FBI and missing in files - possibly home address}. If any of you feel like pranking him. Anyway, we didn't really do much to him. Just put some model puddy on his Merc. Then, we went to another kid's house, and started to teepee his big, tall, thick, thorny-ass-tree. We set off the motion detectors about 4 times, and we dodged 1 car. But we didn't get caught! His tree was completely covered and wrapped in ass wiping paper. Even though we only had 4 rolls, we did one helluva good job. After that we moved some rather large rocks onto people's driveways and tagged RC into a fence. Then, we came home and got drunk while watching Bordello of Blood.Â
4 This mission was frehkin unique. The mission was from my house (REB), through the corridor, past the graves, and to the place where we do all of our fireworks. It was supposed to be like the other missions to this place. The weather was nice, we had 4 items made up and ready for use. The first fuse didn't work. The second fuse malfunctioned also. Both of those items were just about 100-120 thunderbombs strapped together. We had one more like the first 2 and we also had a little contraption of bottle rockets. These bottle rockets were strapped together, and put into a bottle. We placed this bottle on top of a large hill. So quite a few people could see. After about the 3rd try, I decided to just light the fuses that were directly from the rockets. Usually we use loooong fuses so we have time to get away. But this time, with Vodka and Kibbz standing over in front of some bigass shrubbery. I just did the direct fuse. After lighting it I ran like a sonuvabitch to Vodka and Kibbz.
 By the time I made it to them the rockets were starting to go off. We had about 50 in the assortment, so it lasted a while. It was rather perrrty. Then we busted the bottle and went BACK to the 2 strips that didn't work. They both had rather crappy quality fuses so they went out before they reached their target. I took the last one, tied the remainder of the first 2 fuses to it, and lit it for the final f*ckin time. Since I am the fastest in the group, I usually light the fuses and Kibbz would be at the point where we stop running. Vodka would keep guard while I light. This time both of them went over and laid down on the side of this hill about 100 yards away. This would be the first time we have ever seen our own work in action. All the other times we just heard them. I lit it, ran to the hill, and watched the lovely ass fireworks go off. They lasted about 45 seconds, a total of around 400 went off. Dogs were barkin and everything. It was really cool to see em all to.Â
After that we went to this point in the trails that looked like the Q from quake. We smoked some cigars, and headed home. Except...when we were a few blocks away from home, we had an incident. We were walking along the sidewalk when a f*cking garage door opened at the house that we were right by! We bolted into that person's yard...and ducked down and tried to be as quiet as possible. This adult came out, got his newspaper(it was about 4:30 in the AM) and went back in. I tried to signal Vodka and Kibbz but they didn't see me. We waited...a few minutes later the man got in his car and started down his driveway. The flood of lights from his car just covered us. He stopped, got out, and yelled "WHO ARE YOU!" we got up, said we were just passin through and stuff, and he kept sayin "GET OUT OF HERE", "ILL CALL THE COPS!" and "WHO ARE YOU." We f*ckin hauled assholes and elbows home.Â
This mission was also liquor free as a result of this person named Brooks Brown {redacted by FBI and missing in files - possibly home address} who tried to narc on us. Telling my parents that I had booze and @#%$ in my room. I had to ditch every bottle I had and lie like a f*ckin salesman to my parents. All because Brooks Brown thought I put a little nik in his windshield from a snowball.......BS? yes, Anyway, that was mission 4.
5 This mission was one of the best we ever did. This was from Kibbz's house to several locations in his neighborhood. That night was probably the longest walk we ever did. First we went to this soccer field/playground. It was right on the corner of a very busy intersection. So every minute we had cars going by. There was a lot of moonlight that night, we got to the playground and dodged the lights of cars for about 20 minutes. Then we decided what our first strike would be like.
We got a big McD's cup, and went to the center field of the soccer field. We got out about 20 bottle rockets that were stripped together, and a 100 somethin strip of blackcats. Each had very good and long fuses so we had lots of time. We lit them, and ran over and got in front of these big pine trees. We were totally out of vision. The rockets went off first. They launched out over the field and then the strip went off, after that we started goin back the way we came. Which went through this trail about 35 yards wide with houses on either side. We found this large metal tub...perfect for firecrackers!!! We decided that Kibbz and Vodka would walk off toward the street on the other side of the trail and hide behind some trees while I lit it. Except...the street was over 100 yards away. And they were about 15 yards past it. Once they signaled me, I lit the small assortment of thunderbombs and about 50 stickless bottle rockets. They would only make sound, no visual effects. But anyway, I lit and sprinted the whole f*ckin way. About 3/4ths the way the fireworks went off, I was right in the middle of this bigass trail.
I never ran so fast in all the missions. But I made it to the others and watched all these lights go on from the houses. Then we walked over to this big open hill between some houses and a busy street. We got a long wooden board and placed it on the hill. We had a long strip of about 200 and a little brick of about 3 packs of thunderbombs. This time we used a cigarette fuse. We only needed about an inch of it. We lit the cigarette and went over to hide behind some trees. When it went off it was VERY loud where we were so we bolted outa there. After a few minutes we went back to see if all the stuff had gone off and it all did. So we got some souvaneers (i know misspelled) and went home. Drank some Aftershock that night too. We were supposed to have a few chicks come with us, but they couldn't make it...so maybe next time.
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              6. Awwww yeya. This mission was so fuckin fun man. Ok, first of all, my dad was the only parent home so it was much easier getting out...but still hard since all these rocks in my backyard make so much noise. Plus the neighbors faulting dog barking its faulting head off. First we went through the corridor...going through some very tall grass fields...not as tall as the ones in the Lost World, but close. Felt kinda cool. Then we set up the strip of 1132 firecrackers. Using w cigarettes as starting fuses, we had plenty of time to spare. We also had a nice little crackering fountain hooked up to the fuses too. After a few minutes of setting it up, we lit it and went over and hid it on top of this big cement pipe going under a street. We were on the side of a hill so we hid in the grass. There was also a full moon that night, and not a foaming cloud in the sky. So it was like noon on the equator when we were out in the open. But, black clothing and tall grass sure helps. After about 5 minutes (forever) it began.
Beforehand we watched as some lights in the target house went on.....then off. Maybe the bastard heard something. But when the strip started, he turned his bedroom lights off. The strip lasted for about 30 seconds.....we think.....it was very fucking long. Almost all of it went off, loud and bright, everything worked exactly how we wanted it to. After about 15 minutes we started down the bike trail to the next target. The first targets lights were on again in the bedroom but we think we got away undetected. While we were walking to the next target we shot some stuff. Heh, VoDkA brought his sawed off BB gun and a few BBs too. So we loaded it, pumped it, and fired a few shots at some houses and trees and stuff. We probably didn't do any damage to any houses, but we aren't sure. The gun was not loud at all, which is very good. At the next target, we set up the saturn missile battery and the rockets. These both had fuses about 2-3 feet long. I lit them as VoDka and KiBBs were hiding in the shadows.Â
Luckily there were some trees and stuff at the 2nd target so we could hide pretty good. Anyway, I lit and went over to the others. We watched as the fuses burned and burned...then the rockets went off. It was pretty nice, not so much meant as a prank, but more as a nice little fireworks show. They made some noise, but nothing to shit yer pants about. But the battery didn't work. So I went back, checked it out, and the fuse had burned down to about 2 inches. So I just said up yours baby nad lit it. Right as I made it back to the others it went off. It was pretty quick, and loud too. Since the missiles are whistlers, they probably woke up a few residents. YEY. Then we started heading to this construction site. Itâs right on the side of a kind of busy road, but before the houses. We dodged a few cars, messed around at the site and we also swiped some signs from this fence that was put up around the soon-to-be-foundation of whatever is being built. The signs read "RENT-A-FENCE" and had some 1 800 number on them. So we got some very nice souvoneers (spelled close enuf) from that place.
Then, as KIBBz and VoDkA were down in the foundation hole and I was up on top, a cop drove by. We had enough time to see it, take cover, and watch it go by, so it didn't get us by surprise. But once we saw it was a cop we decided it was time to farming LEAVE. He didn't stop, he drove right by, but @#%$ he mighta been looking for us. So we got out of the fence, grabbed our signs and went to the neighborhood again. We didn't have that much trouble getting back home, just some dogs and @#%$. Once we got in, we were tired as a priest after a 5 hour orgy. The total mission took about 3 hours. We left around 12:30 and got back around 3-3:30. We are not very sure but it lasted a while. And damit, it was well worth it. We needed that mission too, we were all pretty tired of waiting and our nerves were just about shot. So it was perdy relaxing to be free like that.
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NEXT MISSION=aaaan whenever
Ok people, Iâm gonna let you in on the big secret of our clan. We aint no god damn stupid ass quake clan! We are more of a gang. We plan out and execute missions. Anyone pisses us off, we do a little deed to their house. Eggs, teepee, superglue, busyboxes, large amounts of fireworks, you name it and we will probably or already have done it. We have many enemies in our school, therefore we make many missions. Itâs sort of a night time tradition for us.Â
Itâs a very close replica of the missions sites. But we have never seen the inside of the houseâŠso we just guessed. Itâs also cut off where the area isn't important (ya know I didn't want to put in all of the neighborhood!). Â
The mission has been done. And the rebelsâŠonce again⊠emerged victorious. Vee falking blew de sheeeit outta lossa stoof!!
As for the next mission, we haven't decided what to do or where to do it. I had some thoughts about hiding in some large bushes and shooting stuff. Or maybe some more aerial attacks. But we need to go up to Wyoming and load up on that stuff. We are running low. Plus we just got our paychecksâŠ.they aren't bigâŠbut they can cover quite a bit of shit. We still need to get the fuses too. So far, the next mission will probly be in July sometime. But we AINT SURE.Â
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a soft life
Prompt: Retired! Simon Riley. A slow life in a Manchester farm.
warning: mentions of PTSD, mentions of cartel related violence, mentions of violence, MDNI.
PS: Opening line is from the book "Jarhead" (2001) by Anthony Swofford.
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A story.
A man fires a rifle for many years, and he goes to war. And afterwards he returns the rifle in at the armory, and he believes he's finished with the rifle. But no matter what else he might do with his hands, love a woman, build a house, change his son's diaper; his hands remember the rifle.
Sometimes he could still hear the bullets.
For a long time, it was hard to convince himself he deserved to grow old. It might have been a given fact to some other people but not for those in the military, not for Ghost, at least; not after Tommy and Beth, or Las Almas or Johnny. It took him a lot of time to be grateful to be almost 40. For several reasons, he never saw himself living past 20.
And now he was opening up the crates of the chickens he kept in his very own farm, a piece of land he actually owned, without a mask on, very far away from the bullet sounds and a barrack, from the mud and the camo, away from everything and everyone, not sound in the horizon but the chickens and Riley, the border collie dog he got, barking at a three somewhere in the distance.
He retired the summer he turned 40, there was a ceremony and everything, with Laswell and Price and he got more chest candy that would eventually end up in a wooden chest, never to be seen again, under the bed. There wasn't a reason, he just had to. He was in his prime, physically, but his mind was made of glass lately, everything rubbed him the wrong way, couldn't even train recruits without snapping too hard at them, making them quit, yell at them too much, scare them too much, beat them up to a pulp too much.
Every man in the military had a story. A life before, a life after. And in the middle, sand, or mud, or just camo. A war that last years, a mission that lasts hours. Silence and nosie.
He, like other recruits, like other Sergeants, Lieutenants, Colonels, had shadows over them. It took months for him to stop looking over his shoulder while doing the big shop on a sunday, started going to those overnight groceries store to shop alone instead. The butcher's reminded him both of his adolescence and the carnage he had caused, flinched whenever he saw a mohawk kid walking down the street, looked twice sometimes only to find a stranger.
Sometimes he could still hear the bullets, aye.
He turned in his paperwork and retired silently with lots of medals under his name, lots of dead men and probably women under his knife, missing friends, missing nerves and too scarred to be a model now. Ha.
Oh, and Y/N's wanted to get away at some point anyway.
Y/N. The last drink he never should have had, the cut that made him hide his face, and the party that made him feel his age. Pulp's words, not his. All it took was a few nights shopping at the Tesco she was working in as a cashier, late night shift, for them to become acquainted.
A year of mutual pinning, a single night in which Y/N placed the bourbon bottle and the batteries inside of the paper bag and looked up at Simon, change in hand (because he paid in cash always, no traces behind) and smiled at him. COVID had made it easier to transition from the skull balaclava to a medical mask and then to a bare face, so Simon looked at her behind the black medical mask and stared at her while she opened her mouth.
-Why do bees have sticky hair?
Simon blinked, looking down at her. -Pardon?
No line behind him. It was the first time the cashier talked to him other than "Goodnight" and "Drive safe", or "It will be 5.66, please". There was a faraway sound of some sort of 80's American pop music, something to pass time by. Simon had noticed her since the first time he came into this very same Tesco a few months ago, had noticed how she sang along whatever music was on, how her Tesco blue uniform looked too big on her, making her look insanely small and slinky. He noticed how she was always almost without a medical mask and whenever she used it, it was laced around her chin; he noticed short, clean nails, and a heart necklace over her chest, a pair of dazzling dove eyes, full hips, a belly.
He really noticed the full hips.
The girl fucking giggled and repeated. She must had a bit of Irish in her judging by the sound of her accent. Simon felt as awkward as a teenage boy in front of any girl ever -Why do bees have sticky hair?
The man shook his head, still confused, a quid in his hand.
-Because they use a honeycomb.
Ah, a woman after his own heart. Such a lame joke.
He snorted out a laugh.
It simply slipped and he memorized the name tag before grabbing his shopping bag and shaking his head, hearing her giggle behind him as he exited the store, and he came back two days later after convincing himself he needed two jars of red bean jam instead of the usual one.
Sometimes he could still hear the bullets.
And now she sleeps here; and Simon had stared at her sleeping form wondering how much time it would take for her to start hating his way of loving, of being, how many times he would go silent on the phone, a bad texter, a worst caller, how he hated crowded places and loud noises and most of their dates happened in her flat, when her roommate was out, staring silently at a film on TV, her friends thinking she's getting her brains fucked out by an experienced, older, lust thirst Vet when in reality, Ghost was gathering up the courage to wrap his arm around her shoulders.
And now she sleeps here.
In the crook of his neck, his thigh over his hip, wild hair all over the bed, sometimes inside his mouth because he stopped using a mask a while ago.
In the mornings, tangled in their bed, warm sheets, the soft breeze of Riley sleeping under the bed, her sweet sweat and vanilla scented skin under his, it took Simon a few seconds to realize he was sleeping in the company of someone; in the arms of a woman and in his own bed, a king size bed with soft white sheets that were washed and changed every 5 days, not a twin bed in a barrack, that his years of active service were over, not forgotten, as if, but that he could allow himself to become whatever he might end up becoming if the 141 didn't happened.
-Come here, boy. Come here, Riley. Yeah, yeah...- said Simon scrunching down to caress right behind Riley's ear, the dog sticking out his long tongue and barking of joy mixed with the hyper sense of his breed, the soldier being careful not to break the eggs he held in a small basket. Simon had found him a puppy a few months ago, seemed like years really, in a litter box with 6 of his brothers and sisters, a beat-up cardboard sign reading "For adoption." And Simon picked up the only one with a lazy ear. He knew deep down that Y/N would appreciate that and simply put him in the passenger seat of the black Bronco truck he owned and drove all the way back home. -You're up early, eh? You having breakkie with us?
He had fallen into a comfortable routine now. He would wake up, crawl over Y/N's sleeping figure, careful not to wake her with the crack of dawn, 5AM with the BBC on his headphones, a 6'2 shadow jogging through the hills of the outskirts of Manchester, for an hour only the dark of the road, the eventual baby blue of the sky, the warmth of the sun. Sometimes Riley was up for it, sometimes he stood behind cuddled up in their room. And upon his return he would work out in their driveway for another hour, noticing the growing presence of what the media now called a "Dad Bod" (Y/N's words, not him) and eventually hearing soft barefoot steps coming from the room.
There was tea for two before he had to head out, get some tasks done, and a soft kiss hanging from Y/NS plush lips, and he would always try to push it, try his luck. He would smile against it, whispering "Good morning..." with a lazy voice, hands on Y/N's full hips, kneading them, in need of them, and Simon would press up with hard on against her stomach, while deepening the kiss.
It never failed to make her wet. It never failed to make her forget the kettle on the fire for a minute and simply give into his kiss, his embrace; him, overall. Simon would pick her up, easily, laid her on the counter, and her robe would open for him, with or without his help, and she was always so wet for him, so ready to do it.
-Simon...- she will say. - Breakfast...
And he wasted no time into twisting her words, dropping to his knees as if he was in the presence of a saint, of a virgin, of the end of the world, staring at her glistening cunt first thing in the morning, looking up with the adoration she deserved; she would gulp and argue it was not what she meant but she would recoil and whimper when Simon stuck his tongue inside his cunt anyway, overlapping her folds, blissfully eating her out before the sun was completely out.
The dog kept barking all the way down to the house, past the barn and the driveway, the small stable with the one horse they had, the pen he was building to eventually own sheep, and Simon felt the cold breeze of the early morning seeping through his black knit sweater and his jean jacket, as he walked all the way across the grass fields and into his porch, the swinging chair Y/N liked to read in, in a need of a reparation.
-Right...- he whispered to himself seeing the hammer he left outside to remind himself to fix the damn chair, bloody hell. Riley's nose peeked through the front door, opening it with ease and technique allowing themselves in, and the cold of the outside world was quickly gone.
Simon stepped into a cozy home, with a color palette he would have never picked, all warm yellows and oranges, pinks and whites, and soft cushions, warm blankets, a picknick turntable in the coffee table; and music, soft music he didn't recognize coming from it, a spinning record on it with yellow and pink lyrics, a girl signing about a loved one, and another voice, a present one, horribly trying to sing along.
He snorted out a laugh when Riley started barking and the voice was interrupted abruptly.
-Simon?...- Radio silence. -Babe?
Oh, the sound of his name in her mouth.
He crossed his living room, stepping into the kitchen, holding four eggs in a small bowl, one from each hen they owned, and he stood in the door frame, just a tad taller than him, admiring the view. He had endured white missions in the Russian winter, literal months of the gruesome torture and gory tasks and they all suddenly made sense because there was a girl.
Ah, there was a girl, alright.
Today was English breakfast. No peas for him, no sausages for her. It was stereotypical but easy to make and no one was around to judge them anyway. Next house was a few miles down the road, and even the road was far away, the town was a 30-minute ride. It was their little bit of heaven. The man stepped in, handing her the basket like every other day and kissed her temple, as she grilled some tomatoes slice ups leaning back against him. His hands would find her hips again and she would yawn with intimacy, hair still a mess, thighs still sticky. -Teas on the table, love. It's gone get cold.
-Ah, it's alright...- he said, hugging her tightly, as she kept leaning on him. -Slow morning today, eh...
She had been there and stuck around whenever the PTSD started acting up. She was the one that loved him when he started going fucking mental; and stuck around when she found her burning up SAS gear, a lost look in his eyes as he did so. He would throw in a Ghost mask and watch it burn for a moment, before murmuring a shocked sob and reaching out into the flames to retrieve it. She stuck around while he drank too much bourbon sitting on the porch, skull mask on, his dogs' tags held so tightly his knuckles will go white with force. Y/N even stuck around when the nightmares came, and she would wake up to Ghost whimpering on his side of the bed, breaking a cold sweat, his jaw tight and her brows furrowed, screaming out "Johnny! Johnny!" before waking up in tears, in raged hot tears down his cheeks, short of breath, his head a full of bullet noises and sirens wailings, pictures of his team and the blood and the grease paint. A mess. A shaking shadow.
Every October 11, she will make sure to hold him a little tighter, kiss him a little softer, love him, if it was possible, a little louder.
And she was here now, cooking breakfast, no peas for him; now he was living a soft life, with tea every morning, and a dog named Riley, with soft hands that wondered around his chest whenever he thought about Soap too much, about Gaz and that helo. But she was here now, and she had no sausages today, as they sat down on their small chair in their small kitchen in their small farm. He was living a soft life, and he didn't think of himself as worthy of it, but he must have been done something good to have her cooking breakfast and sleeping in their bed and caressing their dog under the table.
Tomorrow, Ghost would ask her to come out to the porch to find her reading swing fixed and a wedding ring.
She's going to say yes.
He didn't heard the bullets anymore.
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fashionista / Dominik Szoboszlai x reader
summary- Youâre offered your first modeling gig, and itâs with a super hot hungarian football player named Dominik.
warnings- fluff, reader is modeling for the first time
a/n- hey guys! iâve been inactive for a while and still deciding if im gonna continue the domi series (summer baby) or just do imagines/ one shots. anyways heres something for ya!
You could have sworn Bailee was crazy when she signed you up for that modeling audition. She took your headshots herself, priding herself on getting all of the right angles. Those pictures had took at least five hours, but they must have paid off because here you were, getting a call back from Nike.
Though it wasnât the most glamorous brand, it was a huge brand. You knew people would see whatever you wore and you were excited to do it.
Nike had called you asking if you had ever played or watched football, and your response was perfect for them. You loved football ever since you were a kid and still watch it as an adult.
Satisfied with your answer they told you to come in at 6 am Saturday for the shoot and they would get things started.
Jittery and somewhat tired, you showed up to the job ready to see your outfit.
A nice security guard named Lewis escorted you to your dressing room where a woman was waiting for you with a rack of clothes and a carrier case of makeup and hair tools.
Her name was Milly and she was to prepare you for the shoot.
âI heard the guy youâre shooting with is a football player himself. I think itâs someone who wears those Nike boots on the pitch?â She told you while brushing the roots of your hair out and applying some product to it.
âReally? I wonder if Iâve heard of him.â You told her.
She nodded. âHeâs hot anyway, I saw him walking in. He was like a greek god mixed with an angel,â You laughed at Milly.
She put your hair up into a slick back ponytail and then braided the ponytail.
Thanking her, you looked at the outfit laid out for you.
You were to start the shoot in Nike pros, a white sports bra and Nike Blazers, with some nike socks under them. Emerging from your dressing room in your outfit, you spoke with someone who you assumed was directing the shoot because of what he was wearing, and his very evident supremacy in the room.
He told you not to worry about the shoot, and you were all just there to have fun.
You began your solo part of the shoot, in this outfit taking probably about a hundred photos
While you were shooting, you saw a man come out of his dressing room, in a black nike compression shirt and shorts with air force 1 shoes on. He was tattooed, with a chiseled jawline and gelled hair.
You knew who he was.
Anyone with half of a brain in the football world knew who he was, but you had been crushing on him since he transferred from Leipzig to Liverpool.
That was Dominik Szoboszlai.
Trying to avoid his eyes, you kept focusing, eyes locked on the camera.
When your eyes met his, even for just the split second that they did, he bit his lip and raised his eyebrows.
âY/n, can you pick up the football and rest it under your arm?â The directior asked you.
You did as you were told, âah yes! perfect.â The photographer took probably a hundred photos of you like that before calling Dominik over.
You went to move and the director put his hands out to stop you.
âno, no hold that pose, weâre just adding Dominik into the picture,â
He directed Dominik to join you and put his arm around you for a duo picture.
You looked pretty short next to him, and your heart was racing.
You two held the pose for a while and took some various other photos.
âI need to grab a water, but stay there, You two can move about but stay on set,â The director told you and Dominik.
You nodded, dropping the nike football to the floor and doing kick ups as a challenge to yourself.
âPass it over, letâs play together,â Dominik said in an accent that somehow made your heart melt.
You passed around for a few minutes like this, bantering with each other, unaware of the photographer taking hundreds of candid photos of you and Dominik.
He was laughing, you were laughing, and it was the most fun youâd had in a while.
There was chemistry between the two of you, and you couldnât tell if you were imagining it or not, but everything just came natural for you.
Soon, it was time for his individual shoot, but you stood where he had stood watching.
He made eye contact with you a dozen times and winked when the photographerâs back had been turned.
You had definitely not imagined that.
When the day was done, you returned to your dressing room and changed into a square neck black top and some light jeans.
You noticed a bag of goodies like clothes and PR from Nike to you, including the 23/24 third liverpool kit, with the name Szoboszlai on the back. You smiled, thinking back on how you thought the purple had looked best on him.
Someone knocked on your dressing room door, and you made your way there and opened it.
âhi,â Dominik said, wearing a white eyelet style button up,
âHey Dominik, whats up?â you asked him releasing a deep breath that you didnât know you were holding in.
âDomi,â he said. âYou can call me Domi,â
He smiled and you met his eyes. Suddenly, as if remembering what he had came here for, he began to speak again.
âI came here to ask you if youâd like to go to dinner with me after this?â He smirked.
âAre you asking me on a date Domi?â You asked.
His head tilted. âYou are quite beautiful,â He said.
âand you are quite handsome,â you told him.
âSo itâs a date?â He asked.
âYes, it is.â You told him.
âShall we?â He asked reaching for your hand.
You nodded and interlocked your fingers in his.
That just so happened to become your first of many modeling jobs and dates with your now-boyfriend Dominik.
A/n - ugh iâve had this written for a month im so sorry!! Its also kinda cringey so idk.
comment & repost if u enjoyed this!
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Weeee Iâm here to send you a request!
So imagine Eddie as a sort of Rockstar Dad in a similar vein to Ozzy Osbourne, where heâs doing an interview or something and just casually had his and Readerâs baby on his lap and goes âletâs hope [Babyâs Name] doesnât puke on me again!â And just Eddie being so soft with his kids and balancing work with his home life đ„č
Dad duties - e.m
hey my gorgeous angels! iâm sobbing đ„č reading these dad! requests always melt my heart omg. this is adorable. i just know rockstardad!eddie would just adore his babies so much omg. set in 1995! anyway, i hope this is okay! enjoy reading đ©· â ïžreader is a model and is 24, Eddie is 29â ïž
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he was in the interview chair with baby Rowan sat on his lap, chewing on her small fist as she looked around the large room. the last time she had been in an interview with him was four months ago, it was very rare that she was with Eddie whilst he was working but today you had to see your manager for a meeting about an upcoming runway show and he had insisted on taking her with him.
Corroded coffin had released a new album which had sold out in minutes, it was incredible how much fame the boys had gotten over the past few years. they had also announced a new tour after their album was released which meant Eddie and the rest of the boys had to do quite a lot of press. he loved being with Rowan, she was just so perfect and he hated being away from her so bringing her to this interview was a must for him.
she was such a character, her little personality just starting to shine through as she grew older and he loved it. the interviewer sat down opposite him, giving Rowan a little wave and a smile before she checked through her queue cards, making sure they were all correct and in order.
"let's hope she doesn't throw up on me this time" he joked to Gareth who was sat next to him who laughed and nodded his head. when she was with him last time she had thrown up all over him just before the interview ended and now that he looked back on it, it was hilarious, but at the time he was not pleased that he had sick all over him.
"i hope she does, it'll be so funny" Gareth looked at Rowan who had been cooing at nothing. Eddie adjusted her in his lap so she was sat sideways. she looked up at Eddie and smiled widely, fist still in her mouth but he could see her two small baby teeth popping through. he bent down, his hair falling all over her face making her giggle and scrunch up her face. he laughed and gave her a quick kiss on her forehead before sitting up straight and focusing on the interviewer.
"i see we've been joined by another rockstar" the interviewer joked and Eddie only laughed and nodded. "she is a rockstar, better than me and i've been one for years" Rowan cooed loudly and looked up at her dad, Eddie looked down and smiled at his baby girl. "i didn't realise how much she looks like y/n, from what i've seen she pulls a few faces and they look a bit like you but she just looks so much like her mum"Â
"i think the only things she got from me was my eyes and hair, everything else is her mama. i mean i'm not complaining, she's beautiful. even some of the faces she pulls itâs like iâm looking right at y/n, i know itâs because y/nâs her mum but i didnât expect Rowan to be exactly like her." both Gareth and the interviewer nodded agreeing with what Eddie had said. you were beautiful, considered one of the most beautiful women in then world and Eddie, a "freak" from a small town had not only been able to get on a date with you, but marry you and have a kid.
âwhat does y/n think of the new album? i know sheâs quite invested in your workâ Eddie adjusted Rowan on his lap and nodded agreeing. âsheâs very invested, always helping out which iâm very grateful for, i think y/n has a good ear for music, she knows what sounds perfect thatâs why the album is so good. i mean she doesnât typically listen to rock music but she always says whatever we make she loves and i think this album is her favourite one so farâ
âwhat do you think fans will love most about this album and whatâs different about it compared to your other onesâ this time Gareth answered leaving Eddie to focus on a babbling Rowan. âi think thereâs a lot more thought in this album and a lot more meaning, not to say we werenât focusing on the other ones but this one is just different, i think the band agrees that this is definitely our favourite album so farâ
âyour fans seem to think so as well, everyone has been raving about it. iâve even listened to it myself and iâve gotta say itâs incredibleâ both boys thanked her, it was nice to hear positive feedback from something they worked so hard on. âthis isnât related to the album but the two of you have families, are they going to come on the tour with you? i mean Eddie youâre a dad now will Rowan come watch one of your shows?â you and Eddie had been talking about this since the idea of a tour came about, you wanted to be there and let Rowan watch her dad on stage even though she was only seven months old it was Eddieâs dream for his family to be with him at his shows.
âit was a hard decision because sheâs only seven months but itâs important to me for them to be there so we decided theyâll both come to a few shows here and there, Rowan canât come to them all because-â Eddie was cut off by small coos and babbles coming from Rowan âdadadadaâ she said grabbing ahold of his hair and tugging it harshly.
âouch honey, no pulling pleaseâ Eddie was still trying to get used to her pulling his hair, even though Eddie was 100% Rowanâs favourite parent (the little girl loved you so much it but it was obvious Eddie was the favourite) she still loved to hurt him, obviously she didnât know what she was doing (or maybe she did) and her small hands pulled his hair in a way it burned his scalp.
âdadadaâ Rowan babbled which made his heart swell, even if she was inflicting pain on him he couldnât get mad at the adorable little girl. the interviewer and Gareth laughed at Rowan and Eddie. he nodded and smiled, luckily he got his finger in between Rowans fingers and his hair. âi know sweetheart but no hair pulling for now please, daddyâs workingâ he unwrapped her hand from his hair.
his attention then went back onto the interviewer, Rowans hand was now wrapped around Eddieâs finger, chewing on it but Eddie didnât care. it wasnât hurting him and it was distracting her from his hair so it was a win win situation. âsorry about that, because obviously sheâs still a baby and the music is very loud, sheâd be wearing ear protection but itâs still quite loud so if she was at a show every night it would really affect her hearingâ
the interviewer nodded and looked down at a distracted Rowan who was now more focused on looking at Eddieâs finger then chewing on it. âdonât apologise, i just have to say youâre a really good dad. Rowan is really well behavedâ Eddie nodded and smiled âyeah she isâ
a few days after the interview aired, the clips of Eddie being a dad went viral and Rowan was a hit, everyone loved her. newspapers which focused on celebrities and music had photos of Eddie and Rowan all over them and if Eddie was being completely honest the footage and pictures of baby Rowan were adorable and he would definitely be bringing Rowan to a lot more of his interviews.
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Advantage. Yandere Ă GN! Reader PT. 1
-> letter from valentine: i haven't posted in a year haha, anyways this will be split into 2 parts, maybe 3 if i feel like adding more. dude still don't have a name so feel free commenting one or something (ĂłïčĂČïœĄ) not sure when the next part will be so no promises it'll be soon since school year is starting and i'll be busy :> until next time <3 tis very short idk how people are able to write so much (á”âáŽâ)
He steered clear away from you, who was the popular kid. You did well in class and were absolutely gorgeous (he couldn't deny that).
Everyone knew you. They'd greet you in the halls with a smile or a shy wave. You were perfect, it was as if the world revolved around you. He heard stories about you, how you always tried to help anyone in class.
âY/n? Oh yeahhh, the one from my English Class. Yeah they're cool as hell, they helped me the one time I didn't attend class.â
âThey're in my P.E. class! I don't know how they do it but they totally rock that uniform, especially the assâ uh you won't tell them I said that right?â
âGreat student. Always passes work on time, they're always doing some type of extra curricular so I don't know how they manage that. A role model indeed, they'll succeed in lifeâ no matter what path they choose.â
He was jealous, how can you do it so easily? Him? He was just there. He wasn't bullied, he had acquaintances and people he talked to regarding school work but it was just that. It stopped at that. He sometimes thinks the only reason he wasn't bullied was because his family is well-off, even if he was the third sonâ who was forgotten more often than not his family wouldn't want anyone to think they were a push over.
People only ever talked to him because they needed something, because they wanted to use him for the English project they forgot to do or ask him to be their partner in an assignment so he can do all the work load. His appearance didn't make it any better, he wasn't conventionally attractive, he looked like he was in constant pain with his furrowed brows and had terrible eye bags hidden away with his specs.
So when he was invited to a party hosted by his batch he immediately accepted wanting to change. He promised to himself before going inside the door, he was going to meet people, have fun and get shit faced.
Spoiler. It didn't go as he planned.
An hour into the party he was hugging the toilet seat on the second floor of the huge mansion. Okay, Maybe he got too excited and was peer pressured into a drinking contest but at least he was included, right? That was important, to be part of them, to be like them.
He embarrassingly screeched so loud when a hand gently tapped him on the shoulder. He whipped his head to see you holding bottled water with a sheepish smile.
âHey uhm, sorry about my friend, he just got excited since you like rarely join these types of things. I uh- saw you running up the stairs so I brought you water, so you can flush all the toxins from your system.â You explained, holding the bottle towards him.
âOh.â He dumbly said, he reached the water and slightly brushed your hand in doing so. It was only for a moment but he felt the thick callousness of your hands. âThanks.â
âIf you don't mind⊠I can bring you to your place? I'm not a drinker myself, so I'm sober and can totally bring you home if you don't wanna stay here anymore.â You offered.
Not a party person? He expected the opposite to be honest. He thought about it before agreeing. He definitely did not want to stay any longer, he could feel the headache bouncing inside his head.
âSure.â
-
Your car looked a little old but smelled and looked clean, he knew a handful of college students who kept their space tidy. There wasn't any type of air freshener which he was glad about, he hated those especially the citrus scents it would've added to his growing migraine. He pushed his head back onto the plush car seat, it smelled like you. Clean.
âYou have arrived at your destination.â
âWoah, this place is nice.â You said looking out the window in awe, âWanna live somewhere this nice in the future, comfortably.â You said to him with a toothy grin.
He looked toward your smiling face with a surprised look, you enjoy things as simple as this? The place wasn't cheap but at the end of the day it wouldn't leave a dent in his bank account alone. âYea it is nice, thanks for the ride by the way.â He replied sparingly, but nevertheless you still beamed at him.
He walked out of the car and was about to head inside the building when he heard your voice call out. He looked behind in surprise, did you need something else from him?
You jogged closer to him before handing out your phone, âIf you don't mind, can I have your number?â You asked shyly at him.
Huh. That was it? Just his number? He looked skeptically before typing it in, he hopes he won't regret it in the future.
-
He dried his hair with a towel, by now he hoped that all the alcohol was flushed out. He still had a headache and felt like it wasn't gonna subside.
Ding!
He glanced at his phone from the table and saw messages pop-out.
UNKNOWN.
> hey!! this is y/n btwww, i don't know if you slept right away kind of hoping you didn't before i got to tell you to take an advil :>> it'll help you feel better in the morning
> i remember the first (and last) hangover i got, wasn't very fun especially since i had class in morning :ppa anywy i think typing too much lololol
> i think i'm*** :[
> goodnight!! Ù©(^á^ )Ù ÂŽ-
He didn't think of that, so he found the pill in his drawer and drank to down it and plopped in his bed. He just hoped you're right.
You were, he woke up in the morning feeling better than he expected. He found his phone and went to his messages.
UNKNOWN
UNKNOW|
UNKN|
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Y/N.
> goodnight!! :3
seen, 11:43 PM.
(just now)
< Thank you.
to be continued...!
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exoplanet p.6 (ellieâs journals)
summary: youâve won the life lottery as one of the few people on earth with parents who gained admittance to the most prestigous safezone in the world after the outbreak. but after a lab accident sends you out to jackson, wyoming, real life hits you fast. itâs a good thing that a hot lesbian finds u. (lol). mean ellie at first, slowburn, enemies to friends to lovers, fem reader asf
warnings: a significantly different writing voice! this is going to be a very different vibe from the other chapters since i had to write it as i imagine ellie would (which is a lot different than i do). slight nsfw content (mdni), language, mentions of violence/gore, angst, ellieâs pov is actually really depressing
a/n: soooo i know itâs been almost 3 months...and iâm really sorry about that! a lot of stuff happened in my life and i kind of fell off writing for quite some time. but i finish series, so iâm going to get through exoplanet in its entirety so i can finally give you all closure. some preliminary notes: know that these are modeled after how i imagine ellie would journal if she did journal this much. canonically she didnât do that much writing that follows a narrative like it does here. i think itâs honestly a little ooc for her to be emotionally responsible enough to talk out her feelings, but given that thereâs no other way to tell her side of the story (save for legit rewriting it from her perspective, which would take another 6 months or so and be horrifically repetitive), i decided to just suck it up and write it. iâm sorry if it sounds awkward, since she definitely doesnât write in a voice that i have much experience with. the next chapter will be better!
word count: 5.5k
tags~ @intrnetdoll @dazedshoon @lovecaraya @pctcr @sariyaflowr @loser-keiji @prettyplant0 @666findgod @sawaagyapong @rystarkov @buzzybuzzsposts @addisonnie @galacticstxrdust @elliesbabygirlâ @pinkazelma @ariianelle @lu002 @blairfox04 @sparkleswonderland @elliesflower @muthafuckingstargirl @elliewilliamsissubermommyoml @eviestevie-14 @quicksilversg1rl @guacala @crtcrp @overtrred28
(i havenât updated this yet bc my tags arenât working)
a special special SPECIAL thanks to both @roarriita and @elliesflowerâ for being soooo sexy and betaing for me. you both are so wonderful and helped me sm in feeling good enough to post this :)
without further ado, enjoy ellieâs journals!
January 20th, 2038
Todayâs beenâŠfuckingâŠ
I donât even know where to start. I donât get why this sort of shit always happens to me. First it was being bit and somehow surviving. Then it was getting carted off across the country. And now some girl basically falls out of the sky, claiming that she comes from some sort of paradise up North?
Iâll spare the immediate details. I donât think Iâll forget the basic stuffâher name, the way she looked clutching at her knees in the clearing and shaking. That stupid shirt she had on and that expensive scarf.
I still want to believe that sheâs just a liar who happened to get lucky with running into us, but even without Joel vouching for her story, I donât think Iâd ever be able to buy that sheâd been living in the same world as us. Iâve never met someone without scars before. I didnât know that there were people out there who didnât have marked up arms and faces. Or people without calluses. Did you know that hands can be totally smooth?
Anyway. Tommy says that heâll try and reach out across the contacts he has. Joel has her living right down the hall from me in the meantime, so now I have to share my bathroom. Hopefully the Terranovan authorities are good at finding people. She takes so fucking long to shower. Itâs a wonder the whole compound still has hot water.
[One page of drawings follows: Dina smiling in the snow on her horse, Joel playing his guitar]
January 25th, 2038
Maria says that theyâre thinking about breeding Shimmer soon. I know she told me because that means Iâll need to ride another horse for a little until she recovers and I know that we need another generation of foals, but it still made me cringe for Shimmerâs sake. Sheâs too free-spirited to be a mother. She doesnât deserve that.
I went stargazing last night. It was pretty. Lots of shooting stars. I ran into the girl while I was coming back from the meadow. She gave me a weird look, and I could tell she wanted to ask me where Iâd been but kept her mouth shut. Sometimes I regret dropping off that bag of clothes. I really fucking liked that gray sweatshirt, actually. Iâm not even joking. It looks weird to see it on someone else.
[Half a page of drawing follows of the night sky with labeled constellations]
February 5th, 2038
Long time no see. Iâve been pretty busy with patrols and helping Maria with securing the walls. Joel made me try some of that coffee that our new house guest brought. It was just as awful as I remembered, but he seemed happy. So one point for the space girl. I guess.
Dinaâs been hanging around more. She just broke up with Jessie (yes, again). She swears that itâs for good this time, but Iâm not so sure. She also talks a lot about Y/N and what little detail sheâs gathered about her life back in Terranova. I thought teasing her by asking her if she had a crush on Y/N would make her talk less about it, but it just made things worse.
I miss when things were normal.
[One page of drawings follows: one of Shimmer in cross-ties, another of a girlâs face, half-finished with the face scribbled out]
February 12th, 2038
Today Iâm sad. Iâm in bed with that book about astronomy that Joel nabbed for me on patrol a while ago and thereâs a section I wanted to read thatâs completely waterlogged. It shouldn't be a surprise. Itâs decades old and has survived through an apocalypse. Normally things like this donât bug me much because Iâm so used to it. Half of my Savage Starlight collection is damaged. I donât think Iâll ever find the first book to actually complete the series, and thatâs okay, because Iâve never expected anything more. But now that I know that thereâs a world out there where Iâd never have problems like this, stuff like this hurts. Itâs so stupid. Iâm lucky to be alive. Compared to whatâs left of the world population, I live a much cushier life than most. But for the first time in a while, Iâm wishing for more. Â
âGreed is the enemy of happinessâ is what Maria would say if I ever said this kind of shit out loud. But is it really? Or is it just realizing what life can be?
[Half a page of a drawing of the solar system, with each planet labeled]
February 22nd, 2038
Maria let me pick the sire for Shimmerâs foal. It felt kind of gross, to be honest. I asked Maria if there was any way for Shimmer to choose and I was only sort of joking, but she just laughed anyway and patted my back. I wonât have to worry about finding a new horse for another two seasons or so, she told me. Itâll be weird not having her for a little.
She also told me that there was still no word from anyone who knew anything about Terranova. She said this to me in this placating voice, like she thought that I was going to punch a hole in the wall or something after hearing it. That seems to be common when it comes to people talking about Y/N and me. I donât know why so many people think I donât like her staying with us.
I donât, by the way. Let me be clear. But I mostly feel indifferent about her now. She doesnât bother me as much anymore, not since she started getting out of the house. I think she might be helping in the gardens, but Iâve never actually asked. We donât talk a whole ton. I donât think she likes me all that much.
[A drawing of Shimmerâs head poking over her stall door that takes up one page]
March 2nd, 2038
Today was finally our first nice day of the year. I wouldâve enjoyed it more if the bird that lives in the tree outside my window hadnât blown me out of bed at 4 in the fucking morning. Iâm exhausted now. Itâs been a long day. Joel says I need to take Y/N out on patrol soon. Why, I have no idea. Maybe he just wants me to actually befriend her or something, and I do nothing but patrols now. He canât possibly expect her to be a good patrol partner.
Thankfully, I checked the logs when I came back. The route he wants me to cover with her has been the quietest all season. I doubt weâll run into anything. If we do, Iâll probably be able to handle it. Hopefully.
[Half a page of doodles, mostly of nature and wildlife with the exception of a half-finished doodle of an arm clad in a fabric that drapes like silk and a hand with polished nails]
March 3rd, 2038
Many surprising things were learned today. I canât believe itâs illegal to be gay in Terranova. Sorry. I shouldnât laugh. Itâs justâout of all the things they could be bothered by, itâs that? Really?
March 12th, 2038
I havenât been good at journaling recently. I donât really want to talk about why. You know why.
[Six pages of drawings, with many unfinished doodles of Y/Nâincluding but not limited to her on her horse, her reading on the couch, and one with her sitting in what is a very loose interpretation of a classroom, taking notes]
March 13th, 2038
I will feel more normal tomorrow. Hopefully.
[Two pages of drawings, all of Y/N. One is her bent over a book, the other is her smiling up at you]
March 14th, 2038
I did something really stupid. I think I should probably just document this here so I donât accidentally drunkenly spill it all out to Dina at the next bonfire. This is so embarrassing. I donât get why I feel this way. Itâs so stupid, you know? To feel anything towards someone whoâs soâŠI donât know. Different.
She gives me the weirdest looks sometimes. I canât tell what they mean. It feels like sheâs judging me. And why wouldnât she be? I bet all the girls she spends her time around back home are just like herâperfect, orderly, pretty, proper. The day before I took her patrolling she gawked at the shorts I was wearing. It was borderline offensive. Actually, fuck that. It wasnât borderline. It was offensive. You donât just stare at people like that. She should know that.
Anyway, I invited her over to my room last night. Normal, right? Because weâve been doing that a little since I took her on patrol, by the way. Iâm not sure if I mentioned that before. But this time Iâm pretty sure she thinks IâmâŠI donât know. Creepy? Strange? Scary? She told me that she thought I was intimidating. And then I called her âuntouchedâ, like how some old-timer devout Christian wackjob or whatever would describe virginity. It was so fucking weird of me. I donât know what got into me, but she kept doing this thing where she kicked my foot with hers or touched my knee and it just threw me off. It took me forever to fall asleep last nightâI kept replaying what Iâd said to her, especially how Iâd told her that she wouldnât have made it if she were me like I was some sort of hardcore survivalist. I think I embarrassed her. Iâm never doing anything like this again. Iâm going to be dead sober every time I see her from now on.
Iâll stop talking about that. Y/N did come back after Iâd made a fool of myself and showed me her collection of movies, so maybe it wasnât so bad. I havenât watched any movies since I was with Cat. When we first started dating, Iâd invite her over and sheâd sit right where Y/N did last night. Iâm trying to not think of the implications, because itâs space girl, and sheâs going home sometime soon.
[Three pages of drawings followâsome nature drawings of ferns and moths, others of Y/N with wet hair, her knees tucked up to her chin like sheâd been in Ellieâs bed that night]
March 19th, 2038
Itâs the Spring Equinox. Thatâs the first thing Y/N told me this morning when she saw me in the kitchen this morning. She gave me a mini lecture on what that meant for the planetâs axis tilt and I didnât have the heart to tell her that I already knew, since she seemed really excited to tell me.
I made a horrible discovery yesterday, by the way. Maria came up to me and told me that Tommy had decided to reach out to some of his other buddies up North to see if they had any connections to Terranova, and for the first time, I felt myself hoping that it wouldnât work.
Itâs awful. I shouldnât be thinking like this. Even in Jackson, where things are comparatively much better than the rest of the world, thereâs risk. Just this winter, one family had to be kicked out when they were found hiding an infected son. No one here is completely safe, just safer. I shouldnât be selfish. Y/N needs to go where sheâs meant to be, where thereâs no chance of infection or invasion. Iâll be fine. I just need to get over whatever this is.
Speaking of her, I need to go get her to tell her that weâre heading out on patrol in just a few minutes. Fingers crossed she doesnât accidentally shoot me, but Joel swore up and down that she knows how to handle a gun now. Sure. Haha.
Iâm back. Itâs the middle of the night and she only just left my room. I donât know how much detail I need to go intoâchances are I wonât forget this. But for bookkeeping purposes: patrol did not go so hot. I had to give her stitches without any local anesthesia. Iâve never given stitches to anyone nearly in my lap before. I was really nervous, too. I donât think Iâve ever had to focus so much on keeping my hands steady when it came to stitching someone up before, not even with Joel.
Iâm starting to think that maybe I was wrong about thinking that she didnât like me. I still canât tell exactly what she thinks of me, and I know that itâs a really bad fucking idea to be entertaining thoughts like these, but tonight she did something that made me reconsider. She got under the covers with me, and instead of moving away to keep us from touching, she rested her head next to mine on the pillow.
I hope she couldnât hear how much my heart was racing. People canât hear that kind of stuff, right? Even if theyâre close?
Iâm being ridiculous. Thereâs no way sheâNo. She doesnât see me like that.
March 21st, 2038
She rested her head on my shoulder today. I donât know what to think of it. If she was normal and grew up like the rest of us did, I would know exactly what to think. But sheâs not normal, and itâs not fair of me to treat her like she is. Maybe this is, like, a culturally acceptable thing back from where she grew up. Maybe rich people just cuddle each other all the time. I wouldnât fucking know, and unfortunately no one in this godforsaken town can help, because thereâs a distinct lack of what Maria calls the âbourgeoisieâ. Theyâre all either dead or back where Y/N grew up, doing whatever rich snobs do.
Even if it is normal for her, I feel like I canât stop analyzing everything she does. She seems more nervous around me than she does anyone else, but she lingers like she canât help herself. Iâve noticed that she stumbles over her words and touches me much more than is really necessary. Or at least I think she doesâmaybe Iâm just imagining things.
But even if it means what I think it does, I canât let myself think like this. Itâs not fair to her. No one deserves to live here if they have the choice. At least the people out here know how to handle it. She doesnât, and I donât want her to turn into the type of person who does.
When I stitched her up and teased her about being weak and sensitive, I think she thought I was insulting her. I try not to think about it, but if I let myself wallow too much, Iâll wonder what kind of person Iâd be if I wasnât so jaded. Maybe Iâd draw more, or read more, or write more. Maybe Iâd be an easier person to love. I didnât get to choose how I turned out. It just happened to me.
So if she has the choice, Iâm going to do everything I can to help her make the right one. I donât want her to be like this.
March 29th, 2038
I had a dream about Riley last night. I havenât had one of those in years, not since I was traveling with Joel. We were back in the mall, and Riley had just turned the lights on as a surprise. I had this feeling then, like I was being given a second chance. That I could set things straight and do what was right. I woke up before I could insist that we leave.
[A drawing takes up half of the next page. Itâs a crude depiction of the mall Riley turned in.]
April 4th, 2038
Itâs the middle of the night again. I canât sleep. Iâm so disappointed with myself about what I did tonight with Y/N. At the time, it seemed like a really good idea. She likes me back, apparently. I was right about everything that I wrote about earlier, I guess. But it certainly doesnât feel like I thought it would.
Itâs not like thereâs no part of me that isnât thrilled that she feels the same way. Thatâs why I gave in and slept with her. But even when she told me how she felt, even before I completely lost my self-control, something heavy was already hanging over me. Regret, maybe. Or guilt. I donât know. What I do know is that this canât last. I canât make this good for her like I want to. She needs to go back, and she needs to be able to feel like she can make that choice without feeling like sheâs leaving anything good behind.
Iâm not a spiritual person. but even so, I canât help but feel like that dream of Riley was a sign. This is my second chance. Iâm not going to fuck it up this time. Iâve already been an accomplice of so much suffering. Y/N is going home, and Iâll never see her again when she does. Thatâs that.
It took all I had left in me in the end to kick her out. She looked so hurt, and the fact that she tried to hide it made it even worse. I wish I could tell her why this canât work, but I donât think sheâd understand.
[A drawing of Y/N kissing Ellieâs palm follows, her hair slightly mussed]
April 6th, 2038
I need to stop making rash decisions like knocking on her door late at night and asking her to come over. I really donât know whatâs gotten into me, because whenever I see her now, I canât help but freeze up. Like last night, when she kissed me and touched my face and told me she thought I was a good person. I panicked and told herâwell, nevermind. I donât really want to repeat it here. It was mean, but I didnât know what else I could do to get her to stop.
She was already tearing up by the time she left. I had to sit down and breathe deeply for a few minutes before I was sure I wasnât going to be sick. I donât really think I want to write more about this right now. It just makes me sad how unfair this all is. Of course the one time after Cat that I meet someone I really like it just has to be in one of the cruelest scenarios possible. I just have no idea what to do.
[Five pages of drawings follow of Y/N in bed, her head tilted back against the pillow, her eyeâs half lidded, and her mouth slightly agape. Ellie redraws this multiple times, x-ing out parts that donât seem quite right]
April 10th, 2038
I know this is none of my business, but sheâs been spending a lot of time with Dina lately. She nearly got herself killed getting a gift for me with Dina yesterday, which feels like some sort of especially cruel joke. The universe isnât being very fucking subtle right now.
If what Iâm worried about is right, at least Dina has the option to come with her up North. Sheâd test negative.
April 20th, 2038
I would really like it if I could have one short break from the misery thatâs my life right now. I turned 20 yesterday, accidentally introduced Y/N to my ex, proceeded to get much drunker than I meant to, completely fell off my rocker and asked Y/N to stay the night, and then discovered this morning that not only has Terranova found Y/N but that my strategy of keeping Y/N at armâs length completely failed.
She wants me to come with her, and sheâs threatening to stay here otherwise. I did the only thing that I could think to do and snapped at her.
Iâm so tired of this. I hate having to act like I donât care. This is the third time now that Iâve had to say something nasty to her to keep her from getting too close. I just want to get in bed and sleep until she leaves and I can pretend like nothing ever happened and that everything is normal.
[One page of drawings of Y/N passed out in her bed and Y/N grinning while holding a lopsided cake]
April 28th, 2038
I know I havenât been writing much again. Sorry about that. I just canât bear to think about my life right now. I know I should be relievedâthis is what I wanted. I wanted her to go where itâs best for her.
But thereâs still that selfish part of me that keeps me up at night. Y/N is going to leave this place never knowing how I feel about her. Logically, that should be what I want. This way I wonât need to say a real goodbye. I know I wonât need to now, since she doesnât want to talk to me anymore. Itâs really fucking immature of me to be so hurt by what she must think of me now, but I canât stop.
I wonder how long it will take for me to stop feeling sad about this. Iâve never had to process anything like this where thereâs nothing I can do. With Riley and Sam, I at least got to heal from the knowledge that I was going to help make the vaccine to save the world. But losing Y/N just because of where we come from is totally meaningless. I can go forward knowing that I made it easy for her to make the right decision, but that only goes so far.
I donât know how Iâm going to handle this. Iâm going to practically live with Dina so I donât need to be alone for the first few weeks.
I wish May 8th would just come already so she can go away and I can get on with my life.
May 1st, 2038
Things have changed some. Joel cornered me in the kitchen last night and told me that I needed to grow up and just appreciate the rest of the time I had left with Y/N. I was going to agree and try to walk past him, but he stopped me and told me that he needed me to escort Y/N. I guess heâs right. She canât go alone, and Joel and Tommy are getting a little too old for week-long expeditions into the wilderness.
He also told me that I need to apologize to her and make things right, saying shit like Iâd regret it forever if things ended between us like this. I donât want to admit it, but I think heâs right. When I told him that sheâd originally threatened to stay if I didnât go with her, he blinked, hard. Then he told me that he had an idea.
Iâm faking it. Iâm telling her that Iâm going, even though Iâm going to leave her when she gets picked up. I donât know how Iâm going to pull it off. When I told her in the meadow last night, she was so happy. I know itâs really sappy and cliche to say this, but I felt my heart shatter, bit by bit. Iâm not a very good liar, not to people who are important to me. But I suppose Iâve been lying to her all this time, kicking her out of my room and telling her that I didnât want anything more with her.
I can do this, I think. I have to do this, or else she might threaten to stay, and I donât think I have it in me to be cruel again. Not to her. I guess Iâll just trick myself into feeling like Iâm actually coming with her, like we have a chance of actually being together. I donât know. Weâll see.
[One drawing of Y/N laying down in the meadow that takes up half a page]
May 3rd, 2038
Itâs easier than I expected. Y/N sleeps over in my room at night, and if I donât think too hard about it, I can pretend like things will always be like this.
Iâm getting to be such a sap, though. I almost broke down in the bathroom today while I was getting ready. It was over the stupidest thingâa toothpaste bottle. Y/N always folds it so neatly, making a perfect, tight spiral of plastic near the end. It used to really bother me when I first had to share with her (because who does thatâitâs weird and doesnât do anything since she doesnât manage to squeeze out the extra in the bottom anyways), but the thought of throwing it out when it finally emptied and having to find another one thatâll never be folded again hit me and suddenly I was counting my inhales and exhales. I donât really give a shit about toothpaste. Itâs just that it was the moment that I realized that sheâs really going to be gone soon, you know? Slowly but surely, the evidence of her stay here will be wiped away and replaced. Someday Iâll forget all the little details about her.
Sheâs knocking on my door. I need to stop being so depressed and go see her before she picks up that somethingâs wrong.
[One small doodle of Y/N smiling and rolling her eyes while brushing her teeth]
May 6th, 2038
Dinaâs coming now. Y/N told me this morning after she went to say goodbye. I feel really shitty about this. I guess I should tell her that Iâm not going now, because this way Y/N needs to go home to get Dina the help she needs, but I just canât bring myself to. Iâll have to escort both of them to the pickup spot anyway since Dinaâs weaker now that sheâs pregnant, and the thought of having to spend a full week with Y/N after she knew I lied to her makes my skin crawl. I canât tell who Iâm trying to protect by doing thisâme or her. Maybe both.
Iâm losing my two favorite people here, and they donât even know it yet. But this is the best option. This is my chance to finally do some good in the world.
May 7th, 2038
Iâm about to go stargazing with Y/N for the last time. I donât think Iâll be writing in here again until I get back. I donât want to risk losing this while Iâm out in case something crazy happens. Which it probably will, but I canonically happen to be really good at living when shit hits the fan. AlsoâI donât imagine Y/N to be a particularly nosy person, but if she ever came across this and thought it was a book or something, it would make things really awkward. So, youâre staying tucked carefully under my bed until I come back later this month.
I donât know how to handle this sort of goodbye. I donât really know how to handle any sort of goodbye, I guess, but at least Iâve been through them before. I may not do it well, but I know how to live when people I love die. But this isnât like that. No one is dying (hopefully), and more importantly, I know itâs a goodbye this time. I see it coming on the horizon and I canât even tell anyone about it. How does anyone deal with that? How does anyone cope?
Y/Nâs knocking on my door now. I need to go before I start thinking even more and do something stupid like start crying or whatever.
Iâll be back in about two weeks.
June 1st, 2038
Sorry for not writing. Itâs been pretty shitty, actually. It took me 5 extra days to get home because some scavengers gave me trouble. I hardly slept for most of them. I ran out of ammo about 4 days out and had to use my knife for everything I ran into until I was able to raid the cabinets of this abandoned cabin. Nearly got taken out by a clicker, too. It was not fun. It was especially not fun because I was not feeling super great to begin with, for obvious reasons.
Things havenât gotten any better since getting back to Jackson. Y/N didnât take her stupid Exoplanetary Systems textbook and now Iâm struggling with whether or not I should throw it out. The rational side of me says to keep it because it was published after the outbreak and probably contains updated information that isnât anywhere else. The rest of me doesnât even want to look at the stars anymore because it reminds me of her.
Itâs really hard not to blame her for ruining everything. I canât go out and ride my own horse without thinking about the first time we went on patrol together and she dropped my gun and nearly killed one of us. And I canât even relax in my own home, because Iâve spent almost every night with her since March in my bed. Sometimes when I hear a creak in the middle of the night I assume itâs her walking down to the bathroom or getting water until it hits me again that sheâs never coming back.
I know Iâm being melodramatic. There are many other worse problems I could be having right now. But I donât even have my best friend anymore. I wonder if Dina and Y/N are angry with me for lying. I wonder if theyâre settling in okay. I hope that Y/N manages to fix whatever her research was and that Dina gets better.
[Twenty pages of drawings of Y/N and Dina together. Some are snippets of them on their expedition to the pickup site. Others are pictures of Y/N and Dina walking around with smiles on their faces in what looks to be a city]
June 21st, 2038
Itâs been over a month since Iâve last seen her. I had a breakdown while getting ready for bed when I realized that I didnât remember what her voice sounded like anymore.
[Ten pages of half-finished drawings, each with its face scribbled over]
June 28th, 2038
I donât think I really remember what she looks likeânot exactly. Iâve been trying to draw her because Iâm still in the habit of making decisions that are definitely not good for my mental state. I just canât do it, and it isnât for the lack of trying. Every time I get to her eyes I keep drawing something that looks wrong, but I can never tell why. I compare it to my earlier drawings of her from when we first met and it feels like meeting her for the first time again.
Joel says itâll pass and that heâs proud of me for doing the right thing. Jessie and I have been hanging out more. Even if he wonât admit it, I can tell heâs miserable without Dina. But he understands why she had to goâjust like how I feel about Y/N. And Dina too, of course. Jackson feels like a ghost town without her.
July 17th, 2038
I havenât been writing or drawing in here for a while, I know. I was going to just go ahead and start a new journalâyou know the one that Maria gave me for Christmas with the dark blue coverâbut it didnât feel right to just stop without explaining. Otherwise Iâll feel like an asshole for wasting so much paper.
I donât want to move on from what happened with Y/N and Dina. I really donât, but I don't think I have a choice. If I keep going on like this, Iâll never be able to live normally again. Iâm just sick and tired of being sad all of the time. So Iâm not going to write here anymore. I donât think itâs realistic for me to forget all about it, because I donât want to forget her. Not really. But I guess if I want to get better, Iâll need something different. So, hereâs that. The beginning of my fresh start. âFresh startâ and you call me overdramatic!! haha. Y/N was here!
(You left this on your nightstand. I promise I didnât read too much. I opened it because I thought it was your sketchbook. Iâm going to put this back since I hear you walking down the hall now.)
ok as an aside my blog is broken so my stuff isnât notifying people when i tag/showing up on dashes or in tags. please reblog if youâre comfortable so people can actually find this! thank you!
final a/n: i totally get it if this wasnât quite your cup of tea this timeâi just really wanted to iron out ellieâs pov before their reunion in the end. which is happening and not a spoiler because i have always promised a hea! this was a change in pace for the story and i promise you that the next chapter will be more normal/align more with my normal writing style. i have also changed my mind (probably) and have decided to stick with writing an epilogue! so two more chapters are coming before this is totally over. thank you so much for waiting and being so patient! i love you all dearly ok bye bye now
#ellie williams x reader#exoplanet#not adding tags because iâll eventually repost#this is just for people who want to read!
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