#/She has his phone number < 3 I am so normal guys.

[lethal-spaceship]

please more dipcifica i am on my hands and knees 🙏

SIR YES SIR also feel free to give me any dipcifica requests (twirling my hair giggling)

when I got this ask I was like:

[mulders-too-large-shirt]

s2 episode 24 thoughts

this episode was quite spooky. because cannibalism is real. but something about scully about to get her head chopped off and boiled seemed more outlandish than all the aliens and the guy that kills people with his shadow or even lizard man eugene tooms!

which is strange. because those things are pretty outlandish! maybe its because it was so much scarier than even evil lizard men.

let’s jump in:

so this is an episode involving more meat. did we need more meat, after the earlier meat processing content in s2 episode 10? many are saying no. but not chris carter!

we begin at a dirt road at night. in the state of arkansas. we have an older man and a younger woman named paula in a car, which is not suspicious at all! /s

oh and now the old man choking? is this natural or did she induce it with some poison. i mean maybe he deserved it, if she did. he takes some pills, so I’m guessing it is due to natural causes. now she beckons him out to the woods. 

into the woods. she says he has to catch her. is she luring him into a Bigfoot trap? we have yet to really see Bigfoot, and maybe he’s hungry. although Bigfoot is more Pacific Northwest than Arkansas, i think.

author's note: we tested negative for bigfoot in this episode :(

oh! this man tripped and is now surrounded by people with flashlights and very cool masks. get axe murdered, fucker.

back in DC! aforementioned fucker has been gone for 10 weeks and scully thinks the higher ups are sending them on a wild goose chase. “i’m not questioning the legitimacy of the case, just their motives in assigning it to us” <- damn, very well spoken by a rightfully suspicious woman

oh, but at the scene, someone saw a fire. and mulder says the fire is “supposed to be the spirits of massacred Indians” OH...

(mentally i was like, please do not be another scary Indigenous story episode. and we did in fact get that. sighs deeply. we can make things scary without making Indigenous people the scary ones! or using the trauma of genocide as a setting for spooky time! well, i'm sure you, dear reader, know that, so i shall not preach to the choir, but i will point out that these thoughts were going through my mind)

“these are only legends, mulder”, says a dismissive scully. and why is her hair looking excellent today. I mean not that it isn’t usually but damn. shoutout to the hair and makeup team.

the place on the side of the road where he went missing had a big fire! could be a bonfire, both parties thought. until mulder remembered a documentary he saw in college...

(hehehehe mulder spent college watching documentaries <3)

! MULDER LORE REVEAL ! wow it's been a while since i've gotten to format some text like that. he watched a documentary about an insane asylum in college and it gave him nightmares.

(and this may not be super relevant to his character, but to ME, it is, so i shall note it <3)

he's got the VHS from the doc all loaded up, and presses play on a guy rambling about a fire demon!! who was found in the same spot as the fire mark!!! dun dun dunnn 

(love the implication that he either purchased his own copy of the documentary that gave him nightmares in college, or had to go rent it from the video store. both are wonderful possibilities)

cut to arkansas. mulder is on the scene holding a plastic fork from the ground. wearing his silly sunglasses. lmaooo idk why they make me laugh. what a serious gentleman.

sheriff arrives at the scene. he says the witch’s peg to ward off spirits is normal there and also that the fire mark comes from illegal trash burning. and, as an American i am aware of how Americans love an illegal trash burn. but still. suspicious.

sheriff says the missing man george was chasing women out of town. lovely sounding fellow /s

wife questioning time!! he left her years ago. oh, but tea: the day before he went missing he was going to cite major health violations in the chicken plant! hmm... a cause for murder?

mulder gives the wife his phone number. also mulder is also looking very good today. but that is an evil voice in my head that ought to be silenced.

noooo, it's chicken plant time. no thank you ma’am, i would be out in the car <3

paula from the woods at work in the plant!!! taking mystery pills. seemingly in pain??

chicken cutting cam. oh, this is not for me! 

the agents chat with the manager, who says george was trying to shut them down. and while clocked in, paula is sweating. she just gasped in front of a whole bunch of chickens and some guy with very blue eyes. she sees a human head on the chicken stand and picks it up and throws it off. shoutout to this fake decapitated head and my best friends in the prop department for making such a funny creation.

(but of course, it was a hallucination, and she really just threw a poor chicken on the floor!!! his sacrifice was in vain... gone but not forgotten)

mulder is inspecting the chicken gutting operation and i've said it before and i'll say it again: he is braver than me. 

ohh, more chicken drama: george was filing a lawsuit about “line hypnosis” and it was dismissed before he vanished! he deserved to win. is there a meat processing union? there ought to be. but he was the only one citing bad health practices, the other 3 workers said it was fine... sooo what’s the truth…

“what’s that” asks mulder, who then gets shown the feed processor, and asks “chickens feed on chickens?” <- heartbreaking realization. many of us remember where we were when learning this information. i'm sure it will stick with him forever. and i'm frankly surprised he didn't know already.

NAURRR THE SLUDGE AND BLOOD nasty nasty evil

OH plot twist: paula is holding the manager with a knife to his throat… scully telling everyone to calm down. personally i would be not calm. she said “don’t get excited” but me? experiencing an active hostage situation at my place of work? i would be excited

NOOO the sheriff shot her and she fell into the feed conveyor belt processing… thing. sheriff i KNOW you are covering something up. you will not hide from me.

SHE GETS GULPED INTO THE FEED BELT THINGY GAGGG it’s giving the jungle by upton sinclair that caused many american 8th graders to confront the corruption of the meat industry

paula had gone to the doctor about headaches… like george!!! doctor had assumed the condition was stress induced. and they did have similar symptoms. 

treated them both with codine… ain’t that a bit strong?? this man doesn't seem to be a very good doctor, tbh. i mean i don't think the guy that works at the chicken plant to sew back on fingers needs to be an expert in everything but like. codine for headaches? umm girl.

mr. chaco of chaco’s chicken was paula’s grandfather… if i was a grandfather rich off of chicken money, my grandkids would not be working the processing line, let me tell u that much!

back to the agents: these two should not be looking as good as they do in a chicken processing plant. they had to really step it up today to compensate for the horrors of the set.

chicken man lives in a mansion. further evidence of corruption. paula, i would not have had you working in such conditions if i was your grandfather. there has been a deep wrong here, i can see already.

and he’s got a big hat and is feeding his chicken corn. not other chickens, like the feed he makes in his plant... seems he is aware of the ethical issues implied in his business. also, mulder with those weird ass glasses. 

cacho is going on about the subject of chickens. and how he built this town. he sure is taking an awful lot of credit for creating a town, pretty sure that's a team effort mr. chaco. he's also going on about how he thought george was trying to tear him down. 

AUTOPSY TIME!! rare degenerative disorder in da brain of paula. and scully has only seen it one other time back in med school because you can only really find it in an autopsy. nice work, doctor! <- i just typed “nice worm 🪱” so we'll let that stay for the added sense of whimsy it provides

but despite looking like a young girl fresh out of high school, paula was born in '48?! she was 47 years old. allegedly. this is not adding up. so they go on a quest to find her birth certificate and see what the truth is.

debrief in the car. so: odds are not great that she and george had the same very rare disease

during this discussion, our duo are run off the road by a chicken truck!!!! no! oh... he drove them into a river. mulder has shifted into rescue mode as the river is red with chicken gore. i feel someone might be distracting them and trying to get the body… (this was actually not the case i was just overly suspicious)

but more chicken drama: the driver had the same symptoms as george and paula! how can this be?!

“i just came up with a sick theory, mulder” (grabs her shoulder) “ooh, I’m listening” LMAOOOO this is sososo funny to me. yeah tell me ur sick theories scully you have my full attention.

GAG!! because it is both gross and shocking. her theory: what if someone put george’s body in the feed grinder, and then since it’s a prion disease, a chicken ate it, and someone ate a chicken, and it spread to the humans!!!! AHHHH! well that would be an epidemic, because they ship chickens out across the country… she glances knowingly, implying things could be very bad 

the river is filled with bird gore from the plant BLECH... who allows this??!! please say there are some modern regulations in place to prevent this being done irl.

mulder says he wants it dragged, thinking that maybe george is in there. and the sheriff is hesitant to do this. once again, i’m onto you, sheriff. i mean, a river full of chicken gore: it would be a good place to put a dead body.

and bam! a body is found. or rather. many many many bones. many bodies. and they are still going. damn.

so, we have a ton of bones. scully can put them into 9 distinct skeletons, one of which is in fact george. i love that she can do that, put the bones into distinct skeletons. she knows it's geroge from a pin in his femur!

“all of them share one, strange detail though” “well, they seem to have lost their heads” “… well, besides that” <- LMAOOOO idk why this was so funny to me... he really thought he picked up on something but he did Not.

here's the linking detail: all the bones are smooth and buffed like they have been polished. ??? who is polishing bones? it sure isn't me, i'll tell you that much. 

george’s wife is at the scene, learning her husband's body has been found, and she is sobbing. and the sheriff says “we’ll take care of you” now what does THAT mean? because it's not really sounding like the welcoming words of a man who is going to guide his neighbor through tragedy, and instead like there is something bigger at play here...

back at the plant, the doctor is mentioning another guy coming down “with the symptoms”…. omg. so this IS a known thing from the inside. mr. chaco knows but he isn’t doing anything about it!!!!! chicken dramaaaa goes crazy 

scully at the scene of all the bones, carrying a bucket of chicken. lmao. she is braver than me, for i would have gone vegan the first moment i set foot in chicken processing land.

mulder does some digging: 87 people have disappeared in the area in 50 years! that seems... a lot? and he thinks the same person or persons were responsible. he thinks they were EATEN!! boiled in a pot.

“they used similar evidence to prove cannibalism among on the Anasazi tribe of New Mexico” okay: 1. why do you know that 2. need to look into these allegations for myself and 3. Anasazi… that is the title of the next episode!!! what could this mean!! another cannibalism episode?!

scully is very sad to say that paula could have gotten sick from eating george :( girl I’m not convinced the chicken is clean put it down NOW 

cannibalism = eternal life? follow for more crazy mulder theories!

she puts aside the chicken……. good!

mr. chaco says “he’ll handle it” and george's wife doris arrives, saying she “can’t keep lying”… she says “she did it” (!!)

OH????? she... killed her husband? that is a bold thing to admit to.

“we’re gonna take good care of you”, says mr. chaco, which raises the question: are they a cannibal cult???? is that what he means when he mentions that he “built this town”???

now what the hell is going on. <- an interjection i stand by

mulder and scully are going to the courthouse to look at the papers and all the birth records are burnt!! doris calls mulder and says he’s afraid mr. chaco will kill her… they split up…. nooooo i hate splitting up!!! i watched so much scooby doo as a kid!

GASP! a guy in a mask like we saw at the very beginning of the episode is in doris' home!!! drumbeat playing while she screams…. overall, this is very not good, i wrote, referring to the use of Indigenous imagery for this murder, and also doris being murdered in the first place

scully at the scene of the murder ft. big ass flashlight. she gets in through the side door. gun: out. trench coat: open. looks: served. diagnosis: baby girl that could kill me, and i am respectful of the fact that she has this power yet refrains from using it on me.

mulder at mr. chaco’s house. mr. chaco has some… stuff in his home. including photos with Indigenous people and also bones. having human bones in your house, and especially on display, is not a good sign of ethics in play. and a skull. Oh! it says the skull is from a tribe in New Guinea... why tf does he have that. put it back???

at the back of chaco's parlor, we see a mysterious door. mulder is busting it open.

LORD ALMIGHTY, I DID NOT THINK THERE WOULD BE HEADS INSIDE??? HELLO???

so that must be where all of the heads that mulder noticed were missing have gone. they're sewn up sort of like shrunken heads. very spooky. once again, pour one out for the props department for such a creation.

noooo chaco is in the house with scully, who was investigating the call of doris. NOOOO HE KNOCKED HER OUT!!! this seriously needs to stop happening like i'm worried about the brain damage she is experiencing.

back to mulder cam. goodness. all of these heads. 

in a field now. doctor is serving some soup. to a bunch of people. who are eating around a big bonfire. do NOT tell me scully is in that meal....

she is not. YET! but he is bringing her over to be roasted. and they ate doris! chaco is yelling about turning on each other and how they were only supposed to eat outsiders. girl you shouldn't be eating anybody last time i checked. 

man in the mask shows up with an axe. and chaco is decapitated in front of scully. who is put into the decapitation thingy next. GIRL THIS IS FUCKED UP!!!

mulder on the scene, just in time. he shoots the dude in the mask.

“you alright?” he asks, brushing her hair back after lifting her out of the decapitation machine. my good friend, i would venture to guess that she is not quite alright at the moment!!! this will take an awful lot of unpacking!!!

sigh. but the tenderness of the near death experience. coming back to life in someone's arms. yeah i'll romanticize that.

TEA!!! the sheriff was the one under the mask!!!!!! i knew he was up to no good.

wrap up: chicken place shut down. unclear how many citizens of the town ate people. 27 have become ill with prion disease. chaco’s plane was shot down in 1947, and he spent 7 months with a cannibalistic tribe, and also he was born in 1902, so he was 93 at his death- so the cannibalism really WAS extending life. and we see some more feed being scooped to the chickens as scully says his remains have yet to be found. end scene.

HUH???? what in da hell. so what are we thinking kids…?

well, i'll tell you something: turns out i am afraid of cannibal cults, no matter how outlandish they seem! i guess when you get a villain or evil situation of the week show like this, you WILL learn exactly what kind of fear pushes your buttons. i can imagine almost nothing scarier than being led to the slaughter like scully was. seems a purposeful commentary on the meat industry, especially when taken in with the other meat episode this season.

so, if i were scully, i do think i would need to take a week or so off. but she is just built different than i am.

some things bugged me here. first of all, like i mentioned, you don't need to throw in Indigenous people to make a scary story. like is the thought of a bunch of arkansas cannibals not horrific enough? the scary was there!

second, i have not been doing a kidnapping count, but i feel that scully is getting the rough of the deal here. i believe in gender equality when it comes to characters being kidnapped. like, an even 1:1 ratio. why are we denying mulder his damsel in distress arc? does anyone think about how he would feel? how nice it would be to see scully burst in with a gun and shoot the fellow that was about to cannibalize him?

still, it is rare an episode actually spooks me, so i must give credit where it is due. even if it felt a little outlandish, your girl was frightened! scully needs a vacation now. i also thoroughly laughed at the sick theories line and his funny sunglasses.

it's funny to note, but i like the episodes that are either very silly and light hearted, or incredibly angsty the best. and that may seem contradictory, but you cannot tell me that one breath and humbug may be on opposite ends of the tone spectrum, but they are both objectively Perfect. i'll have to think more on why they are the best in my opinion, but i think honestly i would watch these two read the dictionary.

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Heartsteel First Meetings HCs! (PART ONE) Kayn, Sett, Ezreal, K'Sante

Lowkey wanted to post but wanted to take a break before I do daddy Yone and Aphelios, so :3 hope you don't mind two parts!

I was thinking, what would the guys be like for the first-time meeting each of them? Let's see, shall we? 🤩

KAYN:

You were at the mall with a friend when you walked by one of your favorite stores. Deciding to go in, you tell your friend you'll meet them at the food court once you were finished.

Before long, your friend calls your phone, and as your searching your bag for the ringing device you run into a wall. Rubbing the pain from your skull you look up, realizing it was in fact not a wall, but a whole muscle packed man standing in front of you. His broad shoulders held a black jacket, and you noticed from the back that it was cropped.

"Can you watch where you're going?" He says, turning around and glaring at you. Your jaw drops open.

That's Kayn, from Heartsteel.

His gaze drops to your open mouth which you shut quickly, and his features turn from those of annoyance to one of curiosity.

"Who are you? What's your name?" He tilts his head slightly.

"I'm y/n," you reply, a blush creeping into your cheeks. He reaches out his hand and you grab his to shake.

"I'm Kayn, I'll see you again soon," his hand holds yours for a moment longer than normally necessary, then releases you suddenly. You don't have any time to think about what he has said before he turns away and leaves the store.

SETT:

Taking a stroll on a walking path where you live, you take a break across from some outdoor workout equipment. Pulling a book out of your bag, you rest against a tree and begin reading. After a few minutes, you hear the grass in front of you crunching beneath heavy footsteps. You peak over the edge of your book to see a large man with a chiseled jaw and reddish pink hair approaching you.

"Hello?" You question, setting your book into your lap.

"Hi," the man says, plastering a melt your heart smile onto his face. "Sorry to bother you, but I was just curious what you were reading. My name's Sett, what's yours?"

"I'm y/n," you smile in return, standing and offering your hand. You show him the book you're reading and describe a bit of the plot.

"Wow, thanks for sharing! Mind if I grab your number so we can talk some more about your books?" He pulls out his phone and tilts his head like a puppy. Butterflies erupt in your stomach as you exchange numbers.

"See you around!" he says, waving as he turns around and jogs back to the workout equipment.

You can't help but to grin as you retake your seat at the base of the tree and reopen your book.

EZREAL:

After a lot of preparations, you were excited to take your clothing design sketches to the new designer in the heart of the city. The Bus ride there you were a nervous wreck, and standing in front of the buildings doors your nearly gave up and went home. Instead, you let out a shuttering sigh, straighten your shoulders, and head inside.

You gave a quick introduction to the friendly woman at the front desk, and she led you towards a room down a long hallway. She opens a colorful door and leads you into the small office. the walls were floor to ceiling windows, and across from the doorway there was a simple desk, and someone sitting behind a desk chair turned away from you.

"Sir, I have someone here who would like to show you some designs," the receptionist says, and the person in the chair turns around. "She said it was inspired by the band Heartsteel." The woman smiles slightly, and an older gentleman stands and walks over to you.

"Hi there, I am the owner of this company. You say you have designs for Heartsteel?"

"Hi-hi, great to meet you!" You stammer, "Yeah, I thought these would be perfect for their new album release coming up. I don't know who designs their clothes but thought why not show them to someone anyway?" You rub a hand in your hair nervously, realizing that you were rambling.

"That is perfect! As a matter of fact, we have someone from Heartsteel here at the office today! I hope you don't mind, but I would love for you to share it with them directly." The man smiles, walking over to the phone on his desk and dialing a number.

For a moment you are flabbergasted. What are the odds that one of them would be here on the day you decide to go and show off your designs?

"Yes, please come to my office. That would be grea- no. No, we only need Ez. Yes, alright. No just Ezreal!" He huffs as he puts the phone down, then straightens his jacket as he turns to face you once again. "He is on his way down. Have a seat, why don't you?"

He may as well have been talking a different language because the moment you heard the name, you knew exactly who he was talking to.

After only a few moments, a soft knock sounds at the door and the owner hollers for them to come in. You turn around slowly and can't help but to smile at the cute green haired man that waltzes into the room. He wears round glasses over his eyes and emanates the cuteness you had always imagined when you saw him online.

"Hi there, I'm y/n," You stand, reaching out your hand. Ezreal looks at it, and shakes it energetically.

"I'm Ezreal! I'm sure you heard this old grump talking to me on the phone a moment ago, though. So, whatya need?" He smiles innocently, but mischief dances in his eyes.

"I have some designs I made, and well, they were actually inspired by your band..." you say shyly, opening your notebook and handing it to him. He flips through the pages, each of which has the name of the member whom the item who go to at the top. Once he considers each page, he reaches his own and his jaw drops.

"This... Is...," you grimace in anticipation as he pauses every other word. "Amazing! In fact, this would be perfect for our next show!"

Your jaw drops.

"Th-Thank you so much! That means a lot coming from you!"

"I'm serious! Sir, get these whipped up for us. And y/n, I hope you keep designing clothes for us. Maybe we could even collab sometime!"

K'Sante:

Long days and even longer nights kept you tired and restless. Deciding to take up working out again, you find a facet that you always wanted to try- boxing.

Thanks to your job, you had some excess money lying about and decided to go for a more private gym with a personal trainer. I.e. most of the people that used it where you lived were business owners and rich kids. You didn't mind, though, as you always were interested in the little place.

The first day you got all your new gym clothes on, and a little bag with suggested items to bring to the session. You did some research and took it upon yourself to buy some things like pre workout and your very own boxing gloves.

After meeting the trainer, you were pleased with his demeaner. The session went well, and you asked if you could stay behind for a little while to accustom yourself to the location. The trainer being who he was, didn't mind at all. Regardless, they had little tables for resting in the lobby by the front door, so you pulled yourself into one of the chairs and started looking at your phone.

A few moments pass and you hear the door open. Looking up, you see a very large man walk in. Talk about bulk, you think. I bet he knows a lot about this stuff.

You decide, as creepy as it may be, to stick around to chat with him after his session. Luckily, you had made quick friends with the receptionist up front and before you knew it, and hour went by quickly. Soon enough, the man was walking by to leave the building.

"E-excuse me!" You stutter, jogging over to him. He turns around and smiles brightly at you, and aside from the sheer size of this guy the first thing you notice is how damn good he smells for having just gotten done working out. Not only that, but he looks oddly recognizable...

"What's up?" He says, his voice rich like coffee in the morning.

"Oh, I uh, well I guess I just wanted to see if you have any advice for a place like this? I'm new here, and according to Jane over there you come here quite a lot. I'm y/n!" You blabber, throwing the receptionist under the bus.

He chuckles lightly, and your heartrate picks up.

"I'm K'Sante. Yes, Jane is right. I do come here often, every day in fact. I have some business to attend to, however. Would you like to meet here tomorrow to discuss?"

"Yes, that would be great! It was nice meeting you!"

He turns around and leaves, and as you walk over to your belongings to leave, Jane calls out to you.

"You know who that is, right? That's K'Sante from Heartsteel. Y'know, the band?" It takes you a moment, but you mentally slap yourself. No freaking way, I just asked the K'Sante for workout advice?!

[soulmate-game]

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The Heroes’ Game

Chapter 3

“So, did you kids figure it out?” Nightwing asked when the two soon-to-be lovebirds opened their eyes. As if reading his mind, Robin turned to glare darkly at the older hero. Ignoring the silent warning, Nightwing just continued to talk. “Because it’s been forty-ish minutes since you guys started meditating. If we wanna make it to the museum on time, we should leave soon.”

“Forty-ish?” Robin repeated incredulously, standing up. “Honestly. You can’t even keep proper track of time?”

“It’s fine, we figured everything out Monsieur Nightwing,” Marinette interrupted before an argument could spark up. “Our vision is back to normal for now. Oh, but,” she pulled her phone out of her purse, handing it to Robin. “Do you have a secure number you can give me? I can’t exactly wander around Gotham at night every time I want to meet up with you.”

Robin winced at the visual. “Yes, please don’t do that. I don’t need my job made even harder than it already is,” he grumbled before taking her phone from her casually, and creating a new contact for himself. Unbeknownst to him, she changed his contact name in her phone from ‘Robin’ to a simple green heart emoji the second he gave her the device back.

If he asks, I’ll just say it’s because a green heart is way more subtle than his superhero name, she decided silently.

“Alright, let’s get the smaller lovebird home,” Nightwing teases, successfully making Marinette’s entire face flush bright red.

“H-h-hey! W-w-we just met and I’m sure Robin doesn’t like me like that yet. I mean, sure our soul bond is romantic and everything, but the actual emotions take time to form and I’m pretty sure Robin doesn’t want to go too fast so really calling us lovebirds is just not accurate yet and really, really embarrassing so if you could not do that, I would really really appreciate it monsieur Nightwing, sir!” Luckily, Marinette’s flailing Arms of Denial provided the perfect opening for Robin to slide his arm around her waist and toss her over his back halfway through her ramble. Apparently being slung over the shoulder of her soulmate wasn’t enough to get her to stop though, since she didn’t even miss a beat and continued until she was done.

Nightwing only laughed, making Marinette’s blush deepen several shades.

“I’m never going to get silence again,” Robin groaned as they traveled over the rooftop.

“Hey, at least she isn’t scared of heights,” Nightwing offered, seeing as Marinette had barely reacted at all even during the steeper jumps and falls they had made. Robin briefly paused at that, turning his head to look back at the French girl as well as he could, given her angle in his fireman carry.

“That’s a surprisingly astute observation, Nightwing,” Robin begrudgingly complimented. “How are you so calm about this? Does Ladybug randomly take you freerunning, too?”

It took a solid five seconds of uncontrollable stutter before coherent language seemed to come back to the petite girl. “W-w-What?” Well, mostly. “N-n-no way! I mean, Ladybug would never compromise a c-civilian like that! I just have, a-a passion! Yep. A passion for parkour. Nobody expects it from me, really, but—“

“Okay, calm down,” Robin interrupted, rolling his eyes behind his domino mask as he and Nightwing resumed running. “You don’t have to tell me if you really don’t want to. It isn’t like it’s a bad thing. In fact considering who I am, you being afraid of heights at all would be really inconvenient for both of us.”

“Ha, ha, yeah,” Marinette agreed, her nervous laughter doing nothing to soothe the suspicion both vigilantes had now. Sure, she was Robin’s soulmate, but that didn’t suddenly make her trustworthy. In fact, some people (Jason and Tim) would argue that it made her extremely suspicious, because there was no way someone innocent could be soulmates with Demon Spawn. Robin himself, being the only one to see what exactly inhabited Marinette’s half of their mindspace, was of an entirely different mindset. Everything he saw there indicated she was completely innocent, and nobody had control over the first things to appear in their mindspace if they had one. The things that appeared always reflected the truest aspects of that individual.

No, Damian Wayne had a much different suspicion. A suspicion that came from the fact that Marinette knew far more intimate details about the villain situation in Paris than she should, from the fact that she had displayed such confidence fighting men twice her size, from the fact that their only shared object in their mindspace besides the TV was a sparring mat, of all things. From the fact that her body language had relaxed for a moment when she found out her soulmate was a vigilante.

Damian Wayne had a suspicion that his soulmate was a hero.

He only had to look through all of Paris’s heroes to find out which one.

All too soon, they arrived across the street from the Gotham Museum of History. Suddenly glad that she wore pants instead of the skirt she had been contemplating when they relaxed in the hotel, Marinette slid off of Robin’s shoulder and dusted herself off.

It had been nice, feeling the wind in her hair and the familiar adrenaline of leaping across buildings, of seeing the world flash by in a mesh of indistinguishable color. Even if she wasn’t the one doing the moving, it was still nice. She knew she wouldn’t be able to swing around as Ladybug while she was here, and she knew the month of reprieve of freerunning was going to take a mental toll on her.

Maybe I can convince Robin to take me with him sometime. Just a short run, that’s all. No crime fighting involved.

Yeah, fat chance in Gotham City, but a girl could hope.

It wasn’t long before a group of fourteen kids and one adult crossed the street, stopping right in front of where Marinette stood with her arms crossed. Having Robin and Nightwing at her side helped her confidence, but the anger and betrayal she felt didn’t hurt it either.

“Marinette!” Mlle. Bustier exclaimed, eyes wide. She continued rapidly speaking in French, “But— weren’t you with the class—“ she turned, only for a certain pink haired teen to skate forward with her hands on her hips.

“Uh, no Mlle. Bustier. Adrien and I tried to tell you that Marinette never made it on the bus!”

“But, Alya told me you three were lying because you didn’t want to go to a boring museum!” The teacher said in dismay. Then a frown overcame her face. “Well, regardless. We have departure time set for a reason, Marinette. I expect you, as the class president, to set a good example and arrive on time. Being late is very unbecoming of you, especially considering you weren’t responsible enough to even meet up for the tour. As the person who recommended the museum in the first place, Marinette, I expected more integrity out of you.”

“Excusez-moi?” Robin spoke up, hands clenched into fists at his side. The teacher jumped, clearly not having anticipating the Gotham hero to understand everything she said. The young Robin continued in perfectly fluent French; “It is not Marinette’s responsibility to take care of your class or to be flawless. It is your own failing as a teacher, neglecting your responsibility to ensure that all of the children under your care are safe and accounted for. While in Gotham, you are supposed to act as their caretaker and their parents are relying on you to do at least a halfway decent job. Instead, you allow your own class President, the only reason any of you are even here and able to visit anywhere, to get left behind and almost kidnapped in the most crime ridden city in the country!” The vigilante never raised his voice, the iciness of his tone easily carrying and showing how deadly serious every last word was. Caline Bustier could only freeze under Robin’s wrathful glare.

Nightwing’s hand on Robin’s shoulder stopped the tirade, though the older hero’s gaze never left the teacher either. “We will be keeping an ear out, madam,” he said in deceptively cheerful French. Bustier twitched again in surprise. There was still a threat under that cheerful tone. “Any kid left behind in this city, especially if they don’t know the city, is in a lot of danger. I suggest you do your job unless you want the police having a talk with you too, instead of us friendly vigilantes,” he warned. “Now then, try to have a good rest of your night Marinette. Stay safe. Hopefully you won’t have to see us anytime soon, yeah?” He switched back to English, earning a wry smile and small nod from Marinette.

Neither Gotham hero missed the way Marinette shrunk in on herself as soon as she realized they were leaving. Two sets of masked eyes narrowed, but otherwise they gave no sign of noticing. A brief wave from the friendlier of the two heroes later, and they were gone.

Marinette couldn’t help but feel like a sheep left in a pack of wolves.

Thankfully, her class at least had the decency to wait until they were all sat down and had finished ordering before pouncing.

“Honestly, Marinette?” Alya snapped, eyebrow raised and scowl on her lips. “I can’t believe you would waste the time of Gotham’s heroes just for attention. Look at how sad Mlle. Bustier is now!” She waved a hand to the teacher, who was still in obvious shock. “I can’t even imagine what you did to make them think you were about to get kidnapped. Probably some poor innocent guy in prison now because of your whining, and what if wasting time with you made Nightwing and Robin miss out on saving someone in actual trouble, huh, girl?”

Lila broke into tears. “I-I’m just so g-glad you’re safe, Marinette! When you told m-me you felt s-sick and wanted us to g-go without you, I h-hoped you wouldn’t c-c-cause any trouble,” a giant fake sob ripped itself from Lila’s lying throat. “But this is what I g-g-get for having faith in y-you!” Everyone quickly rushed to assure Lila that she had to reason to feel bad about Marinette’s behavior, it wasn’t her fault Marinette was an attention hog.

It was all the pigtailed girl could do, to sink down in her seat and thank every power in the universe that she hadn’t suggested moving onto Audio Only Mode with Robin yet. She had an odd suspicion that anger management wasn’t exactly one of his strengths.

Just take deep breaths, she thought, doing the best she could to keep herself calm while she ate. Alix leaned into her arm, offering comforting weight and silent support. Marinette just smiled at her gratefully. Speaking up would do nothing right now, not while everyone was so solidly against her and Adrien was stuck as Lila’s human teddy bear. He sent her an apologetic glance, but Marinette could only shrug. As much as she still liked having him around as Chat, she had long since gotten used to not getting help in class from Adrien.

Marinette sunk into her bed once they got back to the hotel, the silence of the room weighing on her. She was the odd student out, so she didn’t have a roommate.

“Maybe tomorrow will be better, Marinette,” Tikki tried to cheer her up, the tiny Kwami flying over and nestling next to Marinette’s face in a pseudo hug. The teen just hummed in halfhearted agreement, closing her eyes. It took a while, but she was eventually able to sink off into slumber.

—*—*—*—*—*

“You seem tired,” Robin remarked blandly, raising an eyebrow at Marinette’s dejected form just slumped half-on half-off of her loft bed. Her head was part of the half actually on the bed, and thus her expression was hidden from Robin as she let out a loud groan of despair. “Are you dying?”

“Noooo,” Marinette paused. “Maybe.”

“And why are you maybe dying?” Robin walked over to his weapons rack, where a brand new section of green wall was revealed over it boasting domino masks. Considering he had went to sleep, he obviously hadn’t been in uniform. Which, therefore, meant he wasn’t in uniform in the dreamspace. Quickly pulling on one of the masks, he turned back to the loft bed.

Marinette still hadn’t lifted her head.

“... is your identity safe now?”

“Yes, I have my mask on.”

Marinette wasted no time sitting up after that, exposing Robin to the absolutely dejected look on her face. Immediately his eyebrows shot up, the way her hair fell loose around her head instead of being held in pigtails only emphasizing the sorry state she was in.

It had really been a gamble, talking to himself when he reached his room to ask Marinette if she would do her best not to look at him when he first entered the mindspace. A gamble that apparently paid off. Apparently if one of them was asleep or meditating, they could still see through the other person’s eyes if they watched TV in the mindspace.

But now he couldn’t really care about his identity as much as usual, considering his stalling meant she had been left alone to wallow in whatever misery left her in this state.

“What happened?” That came out harsher than he intended it to, but Marinette Luckily didn’t seem to care. She just heaved a heavy sigh and slipped off her bed. She didn’t even use the ladder, just letting herself slide off and land surprisingly nimbly on her feet. Robin narrowed his eyes.

Parkour, he thought with a mental scoff. Sure. Wait, that doesn’t matter right now.

“It’s just my class,” Marinette confided, fiddling with the long sleeve of her pajama top. “It’s really stupid, and I know I should be strong enough to ignore the things they say, but it still hurts. A lot.”

A very unfamiliar feeling caused Robin to bristle and stand up straighter. “Things? What things do they say?” He watched as Marinette fidgeted nervously, and then went to his couch. She looked between it and him for a second, silently asking permission to sit on it considering it was a Green Item and therefore his by default. He simply nodded, moving over to sit next to her.

“It’s dumb, and you really don’t have to worry about it,” she started, but she also couldn’t fight the urge to confide in him. Maybe it was the mindspace, the aura of it heavily persuading the two inhabitants to speak nothing but the truth while there. Maybe it was the bond itself, trying to convince her that she could trust him. Whatever it was, she had never wanted to tell someone about her issues this badly before.

“I didn’t ask for reasons to not worry, I asked for what they said,” Robin retorted firmly. Marinette actually chuckled at that, the bluntness reassuring her.

I guess Chloe was right, huh?

So she explained. She stared down at the green floor under her feet or the couch cushions or the TV or the vast white expanse of their mindspace, but never Robin. She never looked at him as she recounted everything that happened after Lila Rossi joined the class, how she took her friends away and lied every chance she got to make Marinette look bad. How she had even managed to spin a lie that got the whole class believing that Marinette got left behind and almost kidnapped on purpose, for attention, despite Marinette having social anxiety and not liking having large amounts of attention on her to begin with.

She explained every harsh detail of Alya, her previous best friend, betraying her and turning into her second worst bully because of Lila. How only Alix remained by her side and her class as a whole ridiculed, isolated, and bullied her. If they didn’t bully her, they ignored that anything was happening. She explained how Adrien, also her friend, was given the ultimatum that if he didn’t keep Lila happy he would be withdrawn from school and effectively isolated at home again. She explained that he tried to help, but was often stopped from doing more than offering a warm glance by Lila’s grip around one of his arms (almost always his left arm nowadays, since even Lila knew better than to touch or obstruct someone’s soul mark without permission).

“And it’s really just dumb school drama,” Marinette was wrapping up, the sleeve of her nightshirt sporting several holes in it from how she had been worrying at it throughout her whole story. Normally she wouldn’t dare hurt her clothes in such a way, but here it didn’t matter. In the mindspace, nothing but their own consciousness actually existed. She could destroy her clothes all she wanted here, and they would be perfectly fine when she woke up. “I just need to suck it up and not let Lila’s words affec—“

Marinette almost bit her tongue when she was flicked on the forehead, her eyes crossing as she tried to spot the offending hand. Slowly coming out of her shock, she followed the hand to the wrist, then arm, then the face of a very frustrated Robin. His eyebrows were pulled down low over his masked eyes, the hand that hadn't just flicked her was clenched in a fist and shaking. Marinette was pretty sure that he would have been making his palm bleed if they had been in the physical world right then.

“No,” Robin’s voice was strained, as if he was doing his best not to raise his voice. It still trembled with anger. “The way they are treating you is incredibly uncalled for, unjustified and dishonorable. You should not be forced to manage your emotions even on the level that Hawkmoth forces all of Paris to do every day, let alone force yourself to cope with what is clearly serious harassment. They are taking advantage of you, Marinette. They are using you because they know you will provide things they favor— clothes, baked goods, and whatever else you might give them. They are not entitled to that, though. They are not entitled to your kindness or forgiveness, and they are not entitled to your patience. If they do not want to or are too dumb to acknowledge the truth of what is happening, that is their fault and the way they are treating you because of it is unacceptable. And your teacher! Nightwing and I were not bluffing when we threatened to get her investigated. I tried to research you after patrol today, but Red Robin pointed out that it may be seen as insensitive or intrusive of me. Perhaps you should allow me to do so anyway, so that we can take proper action if there is proof of your school being negligent.”

“Robin, that really isn’t necessary,” it said a lot that Marinette no longer had the energy to wave her hands in denial. She just spoke in a defeated tone.

Robin flicked her again.

“I am your soulmate, not your therapist. But it is wholly unacceptable for the person who is supposed to be by my side for the rest of my life to be mistreated or emotionally abused in such a way. The fact that you have not even been akumatized by that villain in Paris yet despite going through all of this is clear testimony that you have a strong mind and will, but everyone has their limits. When you feel yourself approaching said limits, you can meditate and turn on Audio Only Mode, so that I know you need to vent.”

“But I can’t let my emotions get out of control when I am back in Paris,” Marinette started to say, but was cut off by Robin already shaking his head.

“That does not count here. Very few magics can penetrate a soulbond mindspace, and I severely doubt an Akuma is one of them. You can go to sleep or meditate, and release all of your frustrations here where it is safe. Letting them build up will only cause more damage in the long run.”

The Asian girl shifted, looking first at the green floor beneath her and then up to Robin’s face. Her posture said that she was relaxed, at least a lot more than she had been during her entire confession, but her eyes held worry. He could see it swimming in those sapphire depths.

“Are you sure it’s okay?” She asked weakly in French. The slip back to her most commonly used language made Robin frown. He really was far from the best person to comfort anyone, even his own soulmate. He was flying blind here, and could only do what he saw as logical. Surely his soulmate, of all people, would accept that.

“I do not make it a habit of expressing many of my emotions very often,” he admitted slowly. “But I understand that you do not come from my circumstances. I will not be bothered.”

Insecurity wormed its way into her blue eyes l, pushing the normal worry away. “Even if we’re soulmates…” she started hesitantly, squirming in her seat. “You shouldn’t have to put up with me. I mean, I overreact a l—“

“No.”

Marinette was startled, eyes wide and uncomprehending. “Excusez moi?”

“No,” Robin repeated. “You are not overreacting. I will not allow you or anyone else to think that about yourself. If nothing else, everyone is entitled to their emotions,” he stubbornly pushed away unpleasant memories. This wasn’t about him. He could not have his soulmate in an unstable state of mind. It was not acceptable, even if he did not know or fully trust her yet. “You are my soulmate,” he said slowly, leaning forward and staring into her eyes to try and hammer in the words he spoke. “As such, I will not allow anyone to treat you as anything less than royalty. Not even yourself.”

Marinette was certain she would have passed out from forgetting to breathe, had they not been in a mental world separate from physical reality.

Oh, this is so much worse than fawning over Adrien.

—*—*—*—*—*

[running-tweezers]

After a lot of encouraging from my bestie @phantasmechanical, and some interest from a few folks here, I’ve decided to post the first part of an AU fic I’m writing (and have been hyperfixated on) with my favorite ocs. There are currently 6 parts written, over 13k words, and I’m still working on it. If you enjoy, I live and breathe off comments and reblogs and asks and such. And I’ll continue posting more here on occasion. SO, without further ado.

~ Pictures Of You - Part 1 ~

The year is 1989. Nate, with his sunshiney smile, his love of plants, and his mostly “normal” tastes, has fallen head over heels. There’s only one issue. He’s fallen for a gorgeous goth named Zephyr he only sees on public access TV once a week.

Rated: T

2255 words

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

~ April 28, 1989 ~

Nate’s eyelids drooped a bit as the clock made its way closer to 1 AM. He would regret this in the morning. He always did. But it was worth it.

This Thursday night routine was all a secret for a while, until his sister started calling him out for nearly nodding off during their Friday lunch catch up sessions. He couldn’t hide it from her, he had to fess up. She had just laughed and rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, that figures,” she’d said. “You’ve always had a thing for the freaks.” She scolded him gently for not getting enough sleep and that was that, aside from the odd comment occasionally about his “hot TV goth.”

Nate poured a cup of the coffee he brewed just for this, hoping the caffeine would pull him through the next half hour without making him jittery all night. It was either that, or risk falling asleep on his uncomfortable couch again. Then he’d really regret it.

He settled in and flicked on the TV, switching it to the public access station before the screen could even fully light up. What played before varied from week to week. Sometimes it was this phony TV psychic, sometimes reruns of some televangelist, sometimes just infomercials selling Ginsu knives and love song compilations. He figured they couldn’t find someone willing to stick to such a late time slot. This week it was some New Wave guy with questionable talent and even more questionable haircut, banging on a Cassio keyboard and singing off key. He hit the mute button and sipped from his mug, waiting for the last few minutes to pass.

Soon the irritating Duran Duran wannabe cut out, and the screen filled with familiar color bars. He unmuted, just in time to hear the last bit of ringing dead air cut suddenly to the sound of guitars and deep droning vocals.

And there they were.

Behind a dimly lit desk in a brick walled basement, with thick black eye makeup and wild, ratted up hair, sat the whole reason Nate was still awake at this time every Thursday night.

“Welcome, night owls and creatures of the darkness.” The figure on the screen spoke to the camera, in a cold, deadpan voice, never letting their face show anything more than a wry smirk. “My name’s Zephyr and you’ve stumbled into my world for the next half hour. Aren’t you lucky.”

A phone number hung at the bottom of the screen as they continued their introduction. “If you have something worthwhile to say, call in. If not, don’t bother.”

They launched immediately into a long and rambling explanation of the song playing in the background that kicked off the show. Nate recognized the name of the band, ‘Sisters of Mercy,” from their music recommendations in the past. He barely knew anything about the goth scene they talked about. What he did know, however, was that they were gorgeous. There was something so entrancing about them. Something dark and mysterious that he couldn’t look away from.

Maybe Mick was right. Maybe he was just into freaks.

“Speaking of music, I got my hands on the single The Cure put out last week, the one from the new album coming out soon. I’m gonna get the album as soon as it hits the shelves, but whatever, I couldn’t resist.” Their face remained apathetic, but there was an undeniable light behind their eyes. It was obvious they were excited behind the thin mask of indifference. It was endlessly endearing.

“Fascination Street is the single, and it’s incredible, even the B-side is great—“ They paused looking down at their switchboard. “Looks like there’s someone on the line,” they muttered, fiddling with the buttons on the desk in front of them. “Hello, you’re on the air.”

“Yeah, me and my friend have a question,” the distorted phone voice slurred with the distinct cadence of a drunk college kid, with said friend laughing in the background. “Are you a guy or a girl?”

Zephyr breathed a weary sigh, and leaned back in their chair. “Doesn’t matter, I’m not gonna fuck you either way.”

“Who the hell said I wanted to fuck you, you ugly fucking frea-“

“Bite me,” they flatly interrupted, disconnecting the line. “Anyway, Facination Street…”

Calls like that were too common. More people called in to be rude than to actually talk. It just seemed to come with the territory, but they handled them pretty well. It took a person with a ton of courage to come on TV and deal with people like that, just so they could talk about things they loved. That only made them that much more intriguing.

“I got the cassette version, the 12-inch vinyl has an extended intro, plus an extra B-side. I heard that extended intro for the first time at the club the other night. I swear it was a fucking spiritual experience. Being on the floor at The Underground, listening to The Cure, with all those other people? That's church to me. That’s my religion.” He continued with that same intensity, as if nothing happened. That was their favorite band, they talked about them all the time. He’d never listened to any of their music, but every time he saw one of their albums on the shelf at the store, his mind lit up with recognition.

He daydreamed occasionally of bumping into them at Sam Goody, just by pure coincidence. Striking up a conversation. Asking them about what music they’d recommend. Hearing their passionate rambling in person. It was dumb. They probably went to much cooler, underground record stores than some mall chain. But it was nice to think about.

“We have another caller.” Once again they paused their stream of consciousness and pressed buttons on the switchboard. “Hello, you’re on the air.”

“The Cure sucks shit.” The voice on the other side of the phone managed to sound even more bored and detached, almost like it was a competition. “They’re nothing but mainstream garbage now.”

“Have you heard the new single?”

“No, but their whole last album was poppy bullshit.”

“It had a little bit of a pop sound, yeah, but the meat of what makes them good was still there,” they argued. “You’re acting like they became fuckin, Tiffany and started doing mall shows or something.”

“They might as well be.”

“I don’t think you know what you’re talking about.”

“Well I think you’re a poser.”

They noticeably bristled at the accusation. “I’m already halfway through my slot, I don’t have time for this shit.” They disconnected the call, looking a bit more shaken than usual.

Why did people call in just to be assholes? Maybe the anonymity combined with an audience was too sweet a deal to people like that. Nate genuinely couldn’t understand that way of thinking. Where was the joy in being mean to a stranger?

He glanced at the phone sitting on the end table by the couch. Calling in had crossed his mind before. He had even had the number dialed, ready to press the call button a few times, but he always chickened out in the end. What would he even say? He didn’t know anything about any of this. So he remained a silent observer, content to just watch this beautiful goth waxing poetic about the things they cared about.

They didn’t have to wait much longer for another call. They answered with a touch of exasperation. “Hello, you’re on the air.”

“Yeah, remember me, bitch?”

Without wasting a second, what was obviously the drunk caller from earlier, dove in with some of the most brutal nastiness Nate had ever heard anyone spew, much less a caller on their show. The onslaught of insults and hate speech seemed to be unending, attacking every aspect that he could think of. Nothing was off limits to this guy. It turned Nate’s stomach to be reminded so vividly how awful some people could be.

Zephyr didn’t look like they were faring well either. They scrambled to disconnect the call, blurting out a single shaky “fuck you,” before silencing him. They let out a heavy breath, their silence only accentuated by their faint music still playing in the background.

Something broke. The nonchalant, confident Zephyr he’d come to know through the screen was completely gone for a few brief seconds. Like they’d never been there.

They cleared their throat and sat back up straight in their chair, trying to regain composure. “Sorry about that,” they said, as solidly as they could muster. “Maybe we should just move on to something else…”

Nate made up his mind in an instant.

He grabbed the phone next to him and carefully dialed the on screen number, not hesitating to press the call button this time.

He twisted the cord around his finger as he waited to connect. The shift in Zephyr’s demeanor on screen let him know he’d gotten through. They looked defeated, like they were debating even picking this one up. He prayed that they did.

He saw the press of the button and heard the click from the phone a split second later.

“Hello?” They had dropped their regular script, too exhausted and annoyed to even finish it.

“Hi!” The first word out of their mouth was entirely too much energy, but once he heard that call connect, he was acting on pure instinct.

They relaxed, if only a little, obviously relieved to hear any voice other than the previous caller. “Hi?” they repeated, puzzled.

It hit him all at once, and he could only sit in silence for a split second. He was actually talking to them. Live on the air. He acted on such impulse, the only thought in his head was to block that asshole from calling back. He hadn’t thought past this moment.

“I uh… I didn’t really think through what I was gonna say.” Nate laughed nervously as he floundered for the right words. “I guess I just wanted to tell you that I really like your show? I’ve been watching every week for the last couple of months. I don’t know much about all this, but I like hearing you talk about it.”

Zephyr looked skeptical. “Is this some kind of joke?”

“No! No, I mean it!” Nate summoned every ounce of sincerity he could, to try and make Zephyr believe him. “You’re obviously really passionate about it, and I like watching you because of that.”

Yes. Because of their passion for their interests. No other reason. Especially not because he found them unbelievably sexy.

“Oh.” Zephyr’s drawn on eyebrows raised in surprise. “Well, uh. Thanks, I guess.” They struggled to accept the compliment and still maintain that mysterious facade. Nate thought for a second he caught the beginnings of a smile, but it may have been a trick of the cameras.

“You’re welcome.” He glanced at the clock. Just over 10 minutes of airtime left. If that guy wanted to call in again, he would have plenty of time to do it. He had to stay on the line and get them talking about something else.

“So, I do have a question,” he began, thinking back to his stupid record store daydream. “If I just walk into any regular mall record store, what would you recommend looking for if I want to ease my way into listening to stuff like this? Or do I need to look somewhere else for the good stuff?”

“Oh, that’s a good question, actually.” Their eyes lit up again, and they were off. “You can find good stuff there, it’s just gonna be the more mainstream artists. But there’s nothing wrong with that. I’m always gonna recommend The Cure, obviously. And no matter what that prick earlier said, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with their last album, and I feel like it’s pretty accessible. A good gateway, I think.”

He stayed on the phone, asking questions, and they were more than happy to answer them all. The next 10 minutes flew by, and soon he had a list of artists and albums scribbled on the back of an envelope.

Eventually, Zephyr cut themself off from the tangent they had been going on. “Oh shit, I’m almost out of time.”

“That’s ok, thanks for all the suggestions!” He couldn’t hide the smile in his voice, and it threatened to draw a smile out of the stone faced goth on the TV.

“Of course.” They answered, having turned that creeping smile quickly into a smug smirk, to maintain the illusion. “Have a good night.”

“You too!” He hung up the phone and watched as Zephyr went through their regular show wrap up. Only now did he realize how hot his face was. He made his dumb little fantasy come true, if not in the exact way he’d imagined it. And they came out of the horrible first half of their show unscathed. That’s all he could ask for.

“I suppose that about does it then,” they said, fully back in the swing of things. “Thanks for spending some time with me tonight. And remember, there’s beauty in the darkness, if you’re willing to let it in. Goodnight, and I’ll see you next week.”

The screen went black yet again, and Nate switched off the TV. He had to try to sleep. But between the coffee and what just happened, he wasn’t sure if he’d ever get there.

At least he’d have a hell of a story to tell his sister tomorrow.

[angelforstyles]

Lonely (together) Chapter Three

Lillian’s POV

The second I slam the door, I fell to the ground. My heart is pounding, my hands are shaking, my vision is blurry, and I can’t breathe. I’m happy and scared. I want to believe this is just a casual dinner to start a friendship, but I don’t know how normally friendships start. I kick off my heels, walk to my room, take out the oxygen concentrator, and sit on the floor. I close my eyes and think about what happened. The man at the bar, Harry, oh my god Harry. I don’t know how I went to dinner with him, I obviously didn’t think much of it, because it was a big step out of my comfort zone. The way he talked, his hair, his face, his hands, oh my god. I open my eyes when the Ventolin finished. I get up and go wash my body. I don’t know why, but my body is full of heat.

I put on a t-shirt and panties. I sit on my bed with my back to the window and close my eyes again. My body is hot, my apartment has air conditioning so the heat needs to go away. What if I am sick? I don’t want to get sick. I lay down and turned my head towards the window and looked out at the street. Quiet and almost dark. I slept for a while and then woke up at 2 am, the first thought that came to my mind was Harry. I grabbed my phone and opened his chat. I just woke up and I’m not thinking straight, and my body is very hot. Something is wrong.

Me: Are you fine?

Three minutes and then he reply

Harry: I’m good, you okay?.

Me: yes

Harry: Sure?.

Me: How likely are we to be poisoned?

Harry: I don’t feel anything, what do you feel?.

Me: HOT

Harry: Did you throw up?.

Me: No, but i feel so hot, the AC on

Harry: Need me to come?.

Me: No, I just thought there could be possible reasons and this is one of them

Harry: What else do you feel?.

Me: Nothing, just weird feeling in my stomach

Harry: Do you want me to take you to the hospital?.

Me: No It doesn’t hurt but it’s weird

Harry: Are you sure?.

Me: Positive, sorry for texting you so late

Harry: It’s okay. If you need anything text me, if something happens tell me immediately, Ok?.

Me: Yes thank you

Harry: Try to get some rest.

Me: Okay good night <3

Harry: ❤️

My cheeks were hurting from smiling and the heat was increasing, my hands were sweaty. I dont know how I had the nerve to text him AT 2 AM??? He’s cute though. No no and no. I filled the tub with cold water even though I hate taking cold showers but the heat was unbearable. I got naked and got into the tub. I sat for ten minutes then the heat started to disappear. I tried to think of the stars and books as I fought to sit in the cold water. When the water started to become a normal temperature I got out. I went to bed and prayed to sleep peacefully. But the heat comes back. “Uugghhhhh” I thought about calling the girls but hesitated for a moment.

I called Joll , she's the only one who always stays up late, I’ll be her story for three months.

"Lily? Are you okay?" "Yes I just wanted to umm.. are you awake?" "Yes what’s wrong?" "Don't make a joke out of me please" "I won’t just say it"

"I have two topics first or second?" "First?" ,"Oh god okay" I took a deep breath and stat walking around my apartment.

"Two weeks ago or more I can’t remember exactly, I met a guy, we run into each other to be specific. Anyway happened several times over a few days"

"Oh my god, did you lose your virginity? Got your first kiss? Oh my god I’m gonna cry" "No no stop no that’s gross" "You said guy!"

"Yes wait! We ran into each other at a coffee shop and talked for a bit and he took my number and said we should hang out AND quote “like friends do” " "What the hell?"

"He hasn’t talked to me for a week until today.. uhh sorry yesterday at the bar, he said he was busy all week and we should go out to dinner, so I went from the bar to the restaurant, and he was ahhhh, I don't know how but weird? We talked a little and ate and then he paid and offered to take me to my apartment, he didn’t give me a chance to refuse he looked at me like he was going to bite me!. So I said yes. And he took me home"

She was silent for a few seconds "Joll?" "Find a knife give me a minute"

"Joll please" "This is the first topic?" "Uhm" "The second?"

"Ever since I sat at the table with him until now I feel my body cooking from the heat and there is a strange feeling in my stomach it doesn’t hurt but it’s strange! I took a cold shower twice! I don't know what’s happening, the food or the-" "Oh my god Lily"

"What?" "You’re horny" she said slowly what? “Stop please I’m serious” “I’m serious too!” We didn’t talk for a minute.

“Listen, it’s okay if you like a guy and you’re attracted to him, and he doesn't feel the same way, it happens to all of us right? Just focus on yourself for now and don’t let him get too deep inside your head and DONT give him space to take up too much of your time. AND we need the gang meeting tomorrow."

“Okay “ i mumbled, my cheeks so hot. “Thank you Joll, sorry for calling you late “ “none of that baby, sleep and will say when we can meet tomorrow” “Ok bye”

I wanna burn myself.

I've never been horny in my entire life. I can’t even think about it. I've read about sex, I've read about all kinds of sex, I've even bookmarked a lot of chapters that have sex scenes that I like, but... am I really horny? I've never been attracted to anyone, and I'm really scared now.

We met in the afternoon and a lot happened,

one: I never start a conversation with him.

Two: I don't give him much attention.

Three: If he's ugly I have to walk away immediately (don't I think he's ugly? He looks like he came down from heaven).

Four: If he asks me out, I don't dress up too much and show that I really want him. (Do I want him?)

Five: I never touch him and I don't let him touch me.

Six and finally: I don't invite him to my house.

It's not that I've gotten used to him much in my life or gone out with him much, so I can work with the six rules.

Harry’s POV

I don't know what the hell is going on but I'm getting dizzy from the millionth time I've checked our texts. It's 6pm and I'm still in the office. Until I decide to text her and ask her how she's feeling now, it's her day off so.. no I'm not inviting her to anything.

Me: Hi Lillian, how are you feeling now?.

I feel sweat on my forehead, five minutes and then a notification comes.

Angel: Hi Harry, I’m good thanks. How are you?

Me: Good. I wanted to see if you were feeling tired to walk around a bit. The weather is good.

What the hell???? Why did you ask her?

Angel: I'm actually in the library, if you could come over here

Me: That's okay, location?.

Angel: Location.

I went down to the parking lot, took off my jacket and rolled up my shirt sleeves, walked to the library and got out. I stopped for a moment to look at the library, it was small and looked warm. I went inside and there was no one there except the owner, I walked between the shelves until I spotted her standing reading a book. I looked at her for a minute then walked over to her, "Hey" she jumped from the surprise. "Oh hi, I didn't expect you to be here so soon" she said calmly and with a smile. "I'm done here" she mumbled.

She walked to the front of the store and checked out four books, then we left. We walked out in silence and she looked at me, "Um, where to?" The street light was cast on her face and the shadows of her eyelashes were on her cheeks. Her dimples were deep, her lips were so pink and kissable. She wasn't wearing any makeup and looked like a real angel. She was wearing a long-sleeved shirt and regular pants.

She put her books in her tote bag, "Let me carry it" "No need. Thanks." Fuck thanks. “Give me” She looked at me with dreamy or shocked eyes, I couldn't tell exactly. I carried it then we walked quietly for a while, it was almost 7 o'clock.

"How was your day?"

"Nice, I met the girls today too"

"Really? Did you have a good time?"

"Uhm" she nodded "How was your day?"

"Same as any other work day" She nodded and smiled slightly.

There was a coffee shop on the right and her eyes were on it for a few seconds, "How about we get coffee?"

She looked at me with wide eyes and a soft smile, she tilted her head to the side. "Please yes"

She will be the death of me, why is she so polite? Please and thank you all the time I’m going crazy.

We walked into the cafe and ordered, she pulled out her wallet "I'll pay", "Dinner was on you, I'll pay this time, please" her eyes sparkled as she looked at me with her head held high and I felt like she was struggling to hold it up, She’s literally a little higher than the butterfly tattoo. I didn't know if I could convince her to let me pay but I felt it was important to her, "Okay" I said softly. She paid and we sat.

We walked into the cafe and ordered, she pulled out her wallet "I'll pay", "Dinner was on you, I'll pay this time, please" her eyes sparkled as she looked at me with her head held high and I felt like she was struggling to hold it up, She’s literally a little higher than the butterfly tattoo. I didn't know if I could convince her to let me pay but I felt it was important to her, "Okay" I said softly. She paid and we sat.

"Are you seeing anyone?" Her brows furrowed as she looked at me in surprise. She shook her head "I don't like being around people that much" she mumbled.

“Does that mean I’m bothering you?” I said playfully but she looked at me seriously and sadly.

“Why are you saying that?” She said as if she was really hurt. Someone called our number and I got up to get the coffee cups and sat down again. We were next to each other but her face was on the door.

“Hey I didn’t mean to say that, but I really enjoy your company.” She looked at my hands then at my face.

“Are you seeing anyone?” She asked me and I couldn’t help but smile. “No.” We sat for five minutes.

She said, “There’s a park near here”

“Let’s go then” I said. We walked until we arrived and then she spoke.

“I come here a lot, I don’t think anyone knows about this park. I haven’t seen anyone here since I moved—since my first year of college.” “Where were you before college?”

“Out of town” she said in a low voice. I didn’t know if I should continue the subject or change it.

“I’m from London, I came here to study and never came back to England after that, except for Christmas”

she didn’t answer me, “Do you want to sit down?” I said.

We sat down on what was clearly a very old chair.

“I came from London too” she whispered, her voice unreadable.

My heart sank as I remembered the files. “I can tell, your accent is strong” she laughed and took a sip of her coffee.

“I couldn’t change it even when I tried” “It’s okay I think our accent is better, do you agree?” We laughed.

“I’ve never dated anyone before” she said in a low, shy voice, I doubted what I had just heard, “What?”

“Nothing” did I hear right? “Do you want to go back?” Her attitude quickly changed to something uncomfortable.

“Sure” we got back to my car, I offered to drive her, after several attempts to convincing her that it was okay, and she agreed. I drove silently while she looked out the window, "Thanks for the coffee, the walk and the ride." Oh God, I want to shut her up. I didn't do anything, and I'm the one who's supposed to thank her.

“No, thank you,” her cheeks flushed, “Do you want to go out again?” I suggested, “I won’t say no,” her cheeks turning even more red as she looked at me.

“Perfect.” We sat in silence for a few seconds. “Do you want to watch a movie?” I said and she opened her eyes so wide. She looked at me slowly. “Um.. where?” “Your apartment?”

“Um… you— I.. you know I not.” She took a deep breath and said, “I don’t have a TV so… but I have a laptop.”

She whispered, sweat forming above her lips. “It’s okay, but are you okay with me come to your apartment?”

She looked at me for a few seconds but it felt like an eternity.

Doubt in her eyes and her hands were shaking. “I guess it’s okay,” she whispered.

We got out of the car and she put in the code for the door and I saw it.

We entered a hallway and there was only one light. We went up the stairs and there were only two doors facing each other. She took the key out of her bag and turned to say something but stopped.

I entered a vanilla-scented apartment. The living room was open to the kitchen, large library on two walls filled with books and there were also books on the floor, paintings stacked on top of each other and small boxes which I think are colors, and cups full of brushes and pencils.

A mountain of sketchbooks. Two dark red couches. A dining table with six chairs but also filled with books.

The kitchen had two counters, a washing machine, dryer, fridge, oven and cupboard. Then a window between the kitchen and a door (I assume it's her room because it's the only door). Underneath the window was a yoga mat.

She closed the door behind me and then we looked at each other. “What would you like to drink?” She mumbled, “Nothing yet let’s sit down.”

On the coffee table was a laptop and a cup of coffee.

She picked up the cup and went to the kitchen and came out with two water bottles. She handed me one.

“Um, I don’t have a subscription to any sites to watch” she said after a few seconds of hesitation, and her cheeks turned red.

I laughed. “It’s okay. Do you want to watch YouTube?”

She reached out to open her laptop. She opened YouTube and looked at me.

After a few seconds she handed me the laptop and said "Sorry. I'm going to the bathroom".

Why the hell are you apologizing?

I looked at the YouTube page. I started scrolling down until several Barney clips appeared.

Did she watch them? I tried to hold back my laughter but oh god I can't.

I opened an episode that she hadn't watched and stopped it.

She sat next to me after a few minutes and the screen black, "I found something" I said with a smile.

"Let's watch" She said lifting her legs and hugging them.

The video started and I looked at her, her face was darker than the couch. "Harry!!!" She grabbed the laptop and closed it. I laughed loudly as she laughed and tried to cover her face.

"You're so cute." "Stop please" she said burying her face in the couch. "Really? Barney? What else? Teletubbies?" I said amusedly.

“I love Teletubbies, I watched it every day when I was little, don’t bully them” she said with a muffled voice.

We laughed harder, “Are you serious? You watch Teletubbies now?”

“Nooo!!!!” I pulled her hand, it was the first time I touched her, our laughter stopped when we realized, she was looking at me with watery eyes and red cheeks.

“It’s okay I won’t laugh at you” I removed my hand from hers, “Don’t judge me, it’s been a while since I last watched it”

“I would never judge you, it’s okay if you like it and still watch it, you know?” She put her hands over her eyes, “Stop please, I’m embarrassed enough” “Hey it’s okay”, she took a drink of water then looked up.

“I need the bathroom, where is it?”

“In my room,” she mumbled, then pointed behind us, “over there.”

I got up and went in, pink walls, a bed under the window in the corner of the room, a white bedspread with red hearts and flowers, opposite a small desk.

In the corner next to the door a closet, then next to the door a dresser and a full-length mirror, between the desk and the dressing table is the bathroom door.

I went in and closed the door, a bathtub, a toilet and a sink, everything is normal.

But the small details, "One Day at a Time" written in small letters on the mirrors with a red pen. A red toothbrush, skin care products in the sink. On the bathtub, body wash, shampoo and a red loofah.

Behind the door a red robe and red towels.

“What's with the red?”

I finished and went out, to find her in the kitchen. I went in and she was putting clean dishes in the cabinets. "Um, do you want something to eat?" she said when she noticed me standing.

"What do you have?" "Um" she opened the fridge, "Fruits, milk, heavy cream” closed the fridge “chips, cereal, pasta." She looked at me, her eyes were full of guilt.

“I don’t think any of those are good choices for dinner, but what about pasta?” I said in a thoughtful voice, “I have a delicious recipe” I said again.

“I don’t have chicken” she said embarrassed. “Who needs chicken, let’s get started” she pulled out a red pot

“Wait, why is everything around the apartment red?” I said in a cheerful but genuinely curious voice. “I like the color red,” she said shyly and took out pasta from the cupboard, “One enough?” she said.

“If you didn’t want to invite the neighbors, then yes” I said as I took out the cream from the fridge.

“I don’t have neighbors,” she mumbled.

She opened the bag and was about to put it in the pot but it fell from her hands and scattered on the floor. “Oh my God,” she said sadly as she picked it up from the floor.

I went down to pick it up with her, “You have to be careful”

We picked it up and put it on a plate then she washed it with water, "Why are you washing it?" I laughed, "It was on the room it got dirty!" We laughed.

We started with the cream then mixed it up. We put it on the plates (red by the way) with red-handled forks. We sat on the couch since the dining table was full.

"Every time I say I'll buy a new bookcase for the scattered books and I haven't done it yet" she said with a touch of embarrassment in her voice.

"You have so many books, have you read them all?" "Uhm" she mumbled.

We ate in silence looking at the living room. We finished and I took her plate and washed them after several arguments about who’s going to wash the dishes.

It was almost ten o'clock so as we were leaving the kitchen I said to her, "I'll go" I said quietly “thank you for the coffee, walk and dinner” I said calmly but in a cheerful tone.

She turned to me and looked sadly then mumbled "welcome" she looked away, her face turned red.

I think it will become my favorite color.

We walked to the door and as I was about to leave she called me quietly "Harry" I turned to her and she came to hug me. Her hands were around my waist because she couldn't reach my shoulders.

I laughed and removed her hands from me and went down until I was at her height and put my hands on her waist, and her hands on my shoulders.

She hugged me for a minute. The most beautiful scent I have ever smelled in my life. Warm, cold, comforting and so sweet. The softness of her hair on my face, makes me wanna stay here forever.

I feel her breasts pressing against my chest. Then she pulled away and cleared her throat. "Bye" she whispered as she looked down. I went down the stairs and raised my head and saw her looking at me. When our eyes connected for a second, she entered the apartment and closed the door.

I couldn't believe what had happened. I don't know how I didn't think of anything, but my mind was floating in another world the entire time I was with him.

It was like I was outside of my body, and there were things in my stomach made me press my face into my pillow and laugh so hard my cheeks were sore.

I sat in bed for four hours until I fell asleep. I woke up a few hours later and went to work. All I could think about was Harry. I opened my phone and argued with myself about whether to send him a message. Until I built up the courage and sent it.

Me: Thanks for spending last night with me, It’s was so much fun <3

After five minutes he answered

Harry: Always princess.

Princess?? I can’t breathe.

Nothing happened and I haven't seen Harry for the past two days but he texted me yesterday asking how I was. Today I stopped by the grocery store after work (I was tired and wanted to sleep because I woke up in the middle of the night from a nightmare and couldn't sleep again but I wanted to bake a cake for Harry)

I went into the grocery store and got the cake ingredients. I went back to my apartment and baked the cake. I made vanilla frosting and cut up the strawberries.

I made two layers of frosting and strawberries then covered the cake with frosting and put strawberries on top. It was a small round cake that was enough for two people but I will give him the whole cake.

It was about 6 when I finished so I decided to text him right away.

Me: Hi Harry

I walked around the living room until he answered after two minutes.

Harry: Hi princess.

Princess “God Harry”

Me: How are you? Harry: Great princess. How are you?. Me: Great! Me: How was your day? Harry: Don’t ask. How’s yours?. Me: I almost fall asleep three times at work Harry: No way! You need to get more rest, princess. Me: What are you up for now? Harry: Business dinner unfortunately, in about an hour. Why? Me: Can you come after? I made you a cake and I want you to take it with you. Harry: Yummy from now my dessert is ready. I change my mind about today. Me: Have fun Harry

I went to take a shower and put on a t-shirt and shorts, I read a book until an hour passed, I went to the window and sat there watching the street. After twenty minutes Harry texted me

Harry: I’m coming to you princess.

Me: Waiting for you

I saw his car parking outside, I went to the fridge, took the cake box, ran down the stairs, and opened the door before he got out of the car. When he saw me, he smiled, and I felt so stupid. My cheeks were so hot as he approached in his navy suit, long hair, and tired face. I wanted to hug him and take care of him.

“Hi princess “ The first time I heard him say it, he took my breath away and I don't know if I can stand anymore.

He came closer to me and opened hands for me to hug him. I went but I had the box in my hand so I couldn't hug him properly. He took the box from me so I could hug him with both my hands.

About two minutes passed and we still didn't move. "Shall we eat the cake now?" he whispered in my ear. "Noo I made it for you”

"Because it's mine I want to eat it with you."

I let go and looked down until he came in and closed the door and took my hand in his and walked in front of me upstairs.

My body shudders, he held my hand? It's the first time I've ever let someone hold my hand. And for some unknown reason I feel comfortable with it.

We entered the apartment and he closed the door behind him, "How was dinner?" I said in a low voice as I followed him to the kitchen. "Annoying, I wished I was somewhere else," he said as he took out the plates, spoons and knife.

"Did you have dinner?" he asked. We sat down "umm" "What did you have?" "Sandwich and fruit."

"I think you had a better time at dinner than me, I'm jealous."

He took off his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt until only two were left. I felt heat running through my body as I saw the tattoos on his chest and stomach.

Two birds and a butterfly.

I want to remember them so I can draw them later. They look so beautiful. Even his hand tattoo I only saw a little but it was breathtaking with his veins showing, I wanted to— “How far have you gotten to?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Huh?” “What are you thinking?” He smiled. “Nothing” I said as I looked at the cake. “Let’s cut it.”

He cut two pieces, put them on plates and gave me one. “It looks delicious,” he said and ate it. I ate. “Oh my God, the best cake I’ve ever tasted in my life,” he said. “Don’t exaggerate.” “I’m serious! It’s so good!”

We finished and the whole time he complimented my baking and how talented I am. He said he was going to the bathroom so I carried the dishes to the kitchen and brought him a bottle of water.

When he came back I sat down and he drank a little then asked me "Do you draw?" "Umhm" "Show me."

I hesitated if I should show him or not. I don't like anyone to see what I draw, not even my friends. I looked at him with his hands behind his head and he looked at me with a soft smile, deep dimples, and a little hair from his beard and mustache starting to grow.

His hair is a little greasy, I want to tell him to change the shampoo and use— "Where did you go?" He said in a very sweet tone. "Okay," I whispered and got up. "Just a little." I said looking at my notebooks.

I took two and walked over to him, I could smell him and see his chest rise and fall.

I opened the first notebook and showed him, he was silent at first. “I never thought I’d like art but this?” He said as he ran his fingers over one of the pages. “I’m speechless.” My cheeks burned.

We finished the first notebook and I grabbed the second one, it was small and didn’t cover my thigh and Harry’s hand was very close, after a few minutes his wrist brushed my thigh and I felt my lower stomach throb.

We finished the second notebook and then he looked at me with a tired expression on his face, "Show me more" he said in a sleepy voice.

"Are you tired?" I asked in a low voice looking at him, our faces were close. We looked at each other for a while and then he said "A little, but I can sit for a while more", "No Harry go home and sleep" I didn't want him to go but his face was really tired, it hurt to see him like this. “Okay princess”

He said but he didn't move yet, I smiled at him then got up and pulled his hand "If you don't sleep and go to work like this, your boss will fire you" I said, and he looked at me as if I insulted him.

I let go of his hand and looked down, “Bye princess" he hugged me for a few seconds then left. I felt embarrassed immediately, I didn't know what was wrong but it wasn't good.

A few days later I woke up with the first signs of a migraine starting to appear, and period pain eating me up. I got ready for work and went. Three hours passed and the pain was unbearable. I excused myself and left early. I took a car home because I can't walk in the light. I got to my apartment and went to take a shower because I would be bedridden for at least two days. This was the least severe pain I would experience for the next three days.

I closed the curtain and buried my head under the pillow. The pain become more intense. The air became cold but my body started to sweat. I felt that I was asleep but awake at the same time.

After a few hours I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. I woke up and saw nothing. I ran to the bathroom to empty my stomach but nothing came out. I went to bed and fell asleep again and did not notice the time. I felt my phone on the nightstand. I woke up and realized that it was ringing.

I didn't answer so the call was cut off, but it rang again and I started to feel hot tears streaming down my face from the pain. I answered without seeing who was calling, "Hmm?" "Lillian? Why haven't you answered my messages since yesterday?" Harry's voice rings in my head. Yesterday?

“I was sleeping” I said, unable to hear my voice from the pain. “Are you okay?” “Hmm.” “What’s wrong?” he said, his voice lower this time.

“Just tired” I said. “Are you sick?” “It seems so, I’ll be fine tomorrow.” I said, my body throbbing with pain, my eyes burning and my tears soaking the pillow.

“I’m coming,” “No Harry,” I say in a small voice I didn’t know I had. “Do you have a key outside your apartment?” “Um, top the door.”

“Are you okay if I come?” “Yes, you don’t have to.” We sit in silence for a couple of minutes but I hear the car engine but it’s very quiet. “See you soon princess” he hangs up.

Harry’s POV

I texted her last night if she was free for dinner. But she didn't reply till midnight so I went to bed when I woke up she didn't reply either so I started to worry at first then my thoughts turned to her not wanting to hang out.

It's been a few days since I've seen her but we've texted a few times. I've tried to distract myself with work but I'm done and she still hasn't replied so I'm really starting to panic.

What if she gets hurt? What if someone hurts her?

I texted her again and she didn't answer so I called, she didn't answer either, I called back as I was leaving the company building.

She answered. My heart started beating faster afraid to hear what was happening. And when I heard her voice my heart broke into a hundred pieces.

She was obviously tired and sick, so I quickly stopped by the grocery store since her fridge was pathetic.

I grabbed pre-made sandwiches, quick soup, water, snacks, fruits and vegetables. I stopped by the pharmacy too and picked up a painkiller and a fever reducer just in case. I stopped at her apartment. I typed in the code, looked for the key and got in.

The apartment was pitch black, I turned on the light. I put the groceries on the kitchen table and ran to her room with water and painkillers. She was curled up in her bed, very small.

I knelt down next to her. “Hi princess” I said, stroking her hair. “Hmm” She didn’t move so I got up, pulled down my jacket and tried to lift her upper body.

I couldn’t see her face because the light coming from outside the room was very dim. “What’s happening?” She didn’t say anything but gasped and cried, I held her cheek, it was drenched in tears. I took tissues and wiped her face and put her head on my chest and shook her a little. She didn’t have a fever.

"Talk to me, my princess” She cried quietly but her body was shaking. Then she raised her head and whispered, "Bathroom."

I pushed the blanket away and put her feet on the floor. She was only wearing a t-shirt and panties.

We walked to the bathroom and she clinging to me. I turned on the light and let her in and said in a low voice, "I'll be outside when you're done just let me know."

I closed the door and waited. I didn't know what was wrong with her but she was very tired.

After a few minutes she opened the door and I saw her face for the first time in days. Dark circles and red eyes, her face was very tired and swollen from crying.

I took her to the bed and my back against the headboard. I thought she would lie down next to me, but she lay on me with her head in my neck. I patted her back lightly, her sobs muffled.

She finally spoke. “I have a severe migraine, my period is due tomorrow.”

My heart sank and I felt a deep pain in my chest. “Oh my princess.”

I shook her a little and then asked, "When was the last time you ate?" "Donno”, “I brought fruit and sandwiches for us to eat what we think hmmm?"

She shook her head no. “stomach hurts,” she said and then her voice broke with sobs. “Shhh”

“Did you take a painkiller?” She shook her head. “I can’t remember when.”

“When was the last time you woke up?” “I came home from work and slept” she said. “Today?” “Yesterday” she said, then clung to me tightly.

I reached for the box beside the bed and took out two pills and opened the water bottle. “Be good and swallow them for me.” She raised her head after a few moments.

She took a pill, then brought the water to her mouth while holding my hand. She took the other one, then put her head on my neck.

Her cries subsided after half an hour. I looked at the clock it was around 7:30.

I fell asleep when I felt she was asleep.

Woke up at 5 am I texted my assistant that I wouldn't be in the office today. Lillian was clinging to me and forced myself out of bed. I went to the bathroom, then to the kitchen, got out sandwiches, made pancakes, put fruit on and put them on the coffee table with two cups of coffee. I don't think she will drink, but it doesn't hurt to try.

I went to bed "princess? Come on get up I made us breakfast" she groaned.

"Nooo leave me alone" she said and put her head under the pillow. I laughed then tried to get her out from under the blanket.

"Come on for me" "My head hurts don't talk" she said angrily I had never seen her angry before.

"You need to eat I'm not asking" She raised her head "Go. Away" "Really?" I removed the blanket and flipped her and carried her to the living room.

"Nooo everything hurts why" she cried. "Hey hey" I sat on the couch with her on top of me. "We'll go back to bed after we eat okay?" I said holding her chin while she closed her eyes and tears were falling.

The t-shirt was short and her pink panties covered nothing. I wanted so badly to kiss her and tell her everything was gonna be fine but I couldn't.

She nodded and I took a fork and cut a piece of the pancake and held it to her mouth, she looked at me with tired sleepy eyes then opened her mouth a little. She ate it then buried her head in my neck. "Enough"

"You need to eat more than one bite" "But I don't want to" she cried.

I don't know what to do but she really needs to eat. "If you don't eat I won't hang out with you anymore". She raised her head and started eating until she finished then whispered "Bed please" I carried her to the bed then we lay down.

"Are you still going to hang out with me?" she said in a very small voice, my heart broke and I regretted my earlier threat.

"Of course princess, I don't enjoy being with anyone but you" I said and kissed her cheek for the first time. "more please" "What more princess?"

"Kiss" Oh my god " I'll kiss you all the time if that's what you want, hmm?" "Harry" she whined and her face turned red as I kissed her on the cheek several times. "I want to sleep" she said "Okay princess"

When noon came, I needed to change my clothes, and she was fast asleep clinging to me. I tried to untie her limbs from me and went to my house.

I put Grey a lot of food and went upstairs to take a shower and change my clothes.

I settled on shorts and a black t-shirt. I packed a small bag of clothes and went back to her apartment.

When I entered her room, she was sitting on the edge of the bed hugging her legs and crying.

I put the bag on the floor and walked over to her and sat in front of her on the floor. “What happened?”

“You left” she said and I pulled her to my chest.

She was wearing shorts now. “I didn’t leave you, Princess. I went to get my clothes and shower, you don’t want a guy with dirty clothes in your bed, do you?” She laughed and cried. “No”

We sat in silence for a while and then she said. “You didn’t go to work, I’m sorry”

“None of that. I’d rather be with you than go to work”

“I didn’t go to work either, they’re going to fire me soon” she said, tightening her arms around me. “I think it’s time to quit” I whispered and kissed her forehead “I’m sorry” she cried.

Lillian’s POV

When I woke up I didn't find Harry next to me, I assumed he was in the living room, I went to the bathroom and my pants were ruined, my period had come. I went to get clean clothes and changed.

Then I went to the living room but he wasn't there. I went to bed and cried, I thought he didn't want to stay with me anymore.

But after a few minutes he came. He hold me "My stomach hurts."

"How can I help hm?" "Donno."

"Lie down." He said quietly and I did. "Can I lift your clothes up?" I would have accepted anything from him at this point. "Yes please." I said closing my eyes.

He lifted my shirt and disappeared into the bathroom for a few seconds. He came back with body oil. I closed my eyes again.

Then suddenly he placed his warm hands on my lower stomach and started to rub it slowly. My breathing became shallow from the contact. I wanted more but didn't say anything.

After half an hour he stopped and I opened my eyes. He smiled. "How are you feeling now?" “Better,” he kissed my forehead then went back to work on my stomach.

I fell asleep and didn’t notice him stop.

I woke up next to him, he was on his phone. I groaned from the weight of my body.

“Hey Princess, are you okay?” “Uhm bathroom.” He pulled away from the side and made me walk to the bathroom.

I changed my pad, washed my face and got out while he sat on the edge of the bed.

“time?” “Four in the afternoon.” He said calmly as I walked to the closet and pulled out socks because my feet were freezing.

I sat on the bed and bent down to put them on. “Give me” he took the socks from my hand and went down to put them on me. My stomach fluttered. “Thank you”

“Are you hungry? Let's order some food" he said as he sat next to me again. "Okay"

We lay down again as he told me the food options. "What do you want?" I can't choose. "I don't know, you choose if you excuse now" I said as I covered my face with the blanket.

"Did you know that you can't run away from anything even if you cover your face?" He said as he laughed.

"Stop," I said angrily. "Okay, burger or pizza?" Nooooo, I like them both. "Anything," he removed the cover from my face and looked at me seriously. "Burger or pizza?" "Anything, Harry," the tears started to fall. "Hey, I'm sorry, shhh" he said as he wiped my tears. "Okay, I'll order pizza" "No I want burger huff" i was pissed

“Umm” he mumbled looking at his phone. After a few minutes he turned to me and said “half an hour and it will be there.” We sat quietly.

After half an hour Harry went down to get the food, and when he got up he came to the bed “Let’s go eat.”

He took my hand and we walked to the living room.

We sat down and Harry opened the food and handed it to me. “Do you want anything from the kitchen?” I shook my head no.

We finished eating and Harry carried the bags to the kitchen.

He came back with a blanket and covered me. “Do you want to watch something?” I shook my head no.

We sat for a while he was on his phone and my head on his lap.

I fell asleep and when I woke up it was midnight and Harry was sleeping next to me on my bed. I got up to go to the bathroom then went to get water and sat on the couch.

I sat until 5 am and then Harry woke up. "Are you okay? You scared me when I couldn't find you in bed."

Something fluttered in my stomach. "I couldn't sleep anymore." "When did you wake up?" "Midnight."

He sat beside me. "You have to go to work, I don't want to bother you anymore."

"You’re not bothering me, I wanted to stay with you." We sat in silence and then he got up and made coffee and came back with fruits and toast with cream and honey.

“Thanks for the stuff you brought."

"No need to thank me."

We ate quietly until the sun came out. Harry got up to go to the bathroom and came back.

"I'm going to work but I'll be out early to come to you, if anything happens or you need anything message me, okay?" He said as he kneeled in front of me and his hands on mine.

I nodded. "Thank you" I murmured. He kissed my head and left.

I wrote a resignation letter and sent it to my work email.

I know I’ll regret it. I’ve been working all the time since I was fourteen. I wanted a break. No I needed it.

I closed my laptop and went to the shower. When I got out to get dressed I found a black bag, Harry’s clothes.

It felt strange to see his belongings in my apartment. His suit jacket on the office chair. My body burned from the sight.

After a few hours send me a message.

Harry: How are you now princess?. Me: Much better Harry: I have a lot of work to do. I might be late. Are you good with that?. Me: Yes, Harry, take your time. Don't rush. Harry: Do you want me to order you something to eat? Me: No, thank you. I'm really fine

Harry came a few hours later, I told him to go home and that I was fine now. He didn't stay long.

I stayed up late then had a little nap and woke up in the morning. I got an email from work that my resignation had been accepted and to go pack my stuff.

I went and packed it then went back to the apartment. The girls planned to meet at Joll and Ami’s house.

Harry texted me while I was getting ready.

Harry: Dinner? Me: I will meet with my friends, sorry😢 Harry: It’s Ok princess. Do you want me to drop you off?. Me: No thank you Harry <3 Harry: Have fun princess ❤️.

I was nervous if I should tell the girls what happened between Harry and I, since I broke their rules.

I wore black jeans with a white top. I put on light makeup and went out. I took a car to their house.

I rang the bell and Ami opened the door. We hugged each other and went to the living room. The guys were sitting on one side and the girls on the other side talking. I hugged all the girls, said hi to the guys then we sat down.

Each one said what happened to them in the past weeks.

Then it was my turn to say if there was anything going on with me. The water I drunk minutes ago rose to my throat.

“Um, I quit today,” I mumbled as I looked at my hands, they all looked at me waiting for me to continue.

The men’s conversations on the other end had quieted down so I felt even more nervous. “I need some rest.”

I have never sat a single week without work. Even on holidays.

Since i was 14. But no one needs to know.

I said and hoped someone would say something, until Sarah spoke up "Of course we support everything"

Ami now "Are you sure everything is okay? You just need to rest right?" I nodded

Joll spoke after a few seconds, "Sooo, what happened with the guy?" (I refused to tell them his name). My cheeks flushed and I wanted to hide when I remembered how I was with him the past few days.

“Guy? Since when did you start seeing guys?” Joll’s boyfriend Jack said teasingly. “Shut up,” Joel said.

“What happened?” Ami whispered. “Nothing but everything gets better i guess?” “Like what?” Mei said.

“We cooked dinner together. He made me breakfast. We had lunch once. Nothing more.” I skipped the details behind the meals.

One of the guys said, "It seems like the man likes to eat" The guys laughed and Sarah shouted at them, "You all are disgusting."

She got up and told us to go to the kitchen. We went and sat down.

"I had my period and I was in pain, so he rubbed my belly." I said shyly, wishing the ground would swallow me.

Their eyes widened in shock, but no one spoke.

Joll spoke, and she seemed to recover faster than the rest. "Are you saying that he touched your belly without clothes? Or did you get naked for him? Did he force you?"

"Nooo! I just showed a little bit of my belly. And I was in so much pain I didn't think much of it."

Sarah spoke after me. "Wait, you're saying that you took him into your apartment?" My body burned, and it seemed dangerous to reveal more details.

"Yes, once," I said, the guilt of lying to them washing over me. They looked at me to confess.

"He slept with me for two nights until I recovered from my headache and period." I said so fast, covering my face. "YOU LOST YOUR VIRGINITY?!" Ami screamed so loud, "Shhh!" I whispering

Meii said, "My head hurts. I can't believe that innocence is slowly slipping away from you."

"We didn't do anything! I was bedridden. I didn’t wake up for more than four hours in three days!" I said madly.

“Sorry but you guys are really weird,” Sarah said.

I covered my face again. “Please stop.”

We went back to the living room when William said with a smug smile, “Someone had sex for the first time.” I couldn’t take it anymore and covered my face and ran out of the living room. The girls followed me and we sat in the kitchen again.

We talked about random things and never mentioned Harry. They ordered pizza and we ate and no one bothered me again.

Plea tell me what you think :3

[salubriousbean]

*kicks down door*

HEY HI HELLO (If you couldn't tell I'm really excited about this I hope whoever's reading this is excited too)

Well long story short today's my birthday so I brought treats for the class and those treats are . . . a whole original clone division! With original Jedi characters too!

*fanfare* I AM PROUD TO INTRODUCE TO YOU TODAY THE 495TH DIVISION!! ✨

So I'm listing each character by Company (no I do not have a profile for every single member yet), then some of their traits, then a random quote rhat seems like something they would say. Also, sorry if it's formatted weird, I had to copy and paste this from the notes app of my phone and then re-format it

('m putting it under the cut because otherwise this post'll be annoying to scroll past)

Shabam! ⚡

The 495th Division!

• Their Division is nicknamed the Jarkiv Divison (Jarkiv means charisma or presence in Mando'a, plural is Jarkive). So sometimes non-495th will be like "Oh there goes a Jarkiv" or "Yeah some Jarkive stopped by last rotation" or something like that.

• Their color is periwinkle! And they have lots of twins!

• They can do normal clone battalion stuff but they also specialize in undercover/infiltration ops and ops that require a smaller size force. Basically just very specialized operations, they can do lots of stuff.

• They've received tweaked training, and are also slightly more genetically modified (just slightly) than regular CTs, but still carry the CT designation so as to not tip off the Seppies/enemies that something's up with this division.

• They usually use shadow holograms for their disguises when they're undercover. They've received more extensive training about different religions, cultures, languages, and species. And before each mission they study up on where they're going, what it's like, the culture, climate, language, customs, etc.

Numbers:

1 Jedi Knight, 1 Jedi Master, and 1 Padawan, 3 Companies.

1 Commander, 3 Captains, 6 ARCs, 90 other troopers. Per Company, that maths out to:

1 Captain

2 ARCs

30 troopers (3 squads of ten, the Captain leads one and the two ARCs lead the other two)

So basically, there's 100 troopers and 3 Jedi.

Also, the Commander usually just tags along with a random company when he goes on missions.

It was a matter of great debate in the Jedi Council whether or not to have so little clones per Jedi in this Division. Some wondered at the efficiency of it all, but the 495th has proven themselves extremely capable. They're all very close, and work very well together. However, any casualties affect them more so than a normal clone / Jedi battalion.

THE GUY WHO KEEPS IT ALL TOGETHER:

Commander Jagger, CT-2874

• The guy who keeps all the captains in line lol. Tired man, like the dad of the 495th, makes the best caf even though they all use the same caf machine, it's wild.

• Unfortunately does a lot of paperwork (somehow).

• Good peacemaker

• Dual wields blasters

"Troopers! Put aside your disagreements for later and focus on fighting the Seppies, not your brothers!"

NEBULA COMPANY:

Jedi Knight Star Nubo

Lightsaber color: pale green, lightsaber spear sorta thing, with small sabers on both ends. Kinda like those electrostaffs, but with lightsabers.

Species: human. Long brown hair, medium skin tone, has some freckles on her face, short queen.

• Very strong with the force, occasionally receives visions from the force, usually in the most inopportune, inconvenient moments ever

• Had her hair cut off by Grievous like 3/8ths through the war, it used to be in a very long, beautiful braid and then it gets cut to her shoulders and then trimmed to her chin because the lightsaber burned the ends

• Also she can practically fly with the force, the force is her weapon, she's very very very good at levitating and force pushes and stuff, even like subtle stuff.

• She is also skilled at playing some space flute kinda thing and was in several Temple Theatre productions.

• She's always there for you. dependable, but sometimes changes her plans on the spot/with little warning.

"Incoming from above!"

Captain Koden, CT-8355

• Star's Captain (kinda sorta maybe they fall in love). Noble sorta guy. His name is like Kote and Commander Cody's.

• Unless there's extra lives put at risk, he doesn't usually change his tactics mid-battle• Also dual wields

• Good at evaluating terrain and keeping people in line

• Knows Mando'a

• Very close to Jagger

"I've learned that sometimes you just have to take a leap of faith. And sometimes that means jumping out of a gunship without a parachute because your plan went wrong."

Angel, CT-8260

• ARC

• Almost no color to his armor at all

• Bro has no chill in fights whatsoever

• Menace on the battlefield (to the clankers of course)

• On breaks, 1/3 of the time he's super chill and 2/3 of the time he's just raging about something (or somebody)

• Has a pair of stylized wings tattooed on his back and painted on the back of his armor

"GRAAAAHHHHH!!!!"

Graham, CT-0397

• ARC

• Likes crackers, even the ones in rations• Not picky about food

• Picky about like mud and such

• If you're not on a mission he will talk your ear off

"Agh, we're gonna have so much fun cleaning our armor when this is all done. Stupid mud. I miss the clean facilities on Kamino. Not the Kaminoans, just their cleanliness."

Ten, CT-4736

• Medic

• Doesn't have a single 1 or 0 in his CT number at all, nobody except himself and Jagger knows how he got his name

• The classic medic stereotype of wouldyouidiotsjuststopgettinghurtalready and stopdoingidioticstuffI'myourmedicnotyournanny but other than than he's chill, he's only annoyed with his vode (and even then it's kinda jokey), and he's never annoyed with his Jedi getting hurt

• Also really good at hacking (Ten got his name from binary)

• Wired different, kinda loopy sometimes

"Hammer! Do I have to manage your metal-chomping tendencies every second of every rotation? This is ridiculous! You're gonna ruin your teeth before you're thirteen!"

Hammer, CT-2699

• Heavy gunner

• Good at using a battering ram and breaking down doors

• His bad habit is chewing on metal absentmindedly, Ten always gets mad at him

• Plays pranks on Ten

• Very slowly comes to appreciate snipers

• When he's in disguise he likes pretending to be a feisty old grandfather who has back problems

"Let's hammer this home!"

Jelly, CT-2603

• Twins with Bell

• Armor is fully colored in, like there isn't a speck of white on this guy's armor it's all periwinkle

• Good at dancing

• Life of the party

• Talks a lot but mumbles when he speaks

• Calls Bell "Belly" all the time (Bell hates it)

• Also kinda loopy sometimes, friends with Ten (not his assistant though, Jelly doesn't like that stuff)

"Heyy, Belly!"

"Don't call me that."

"Aw come on vod, then it rhymes with Jelly! And we all know that that name's funner anyways."

Bell, CT-6023

• Twins with Jelly

• Likes everything to be on a strict schedule

• Good at ramping it up and also mostly calming it (which is sometimes Jelly) down

• Ten's coolest and best and only assistant, great at helping troopers take and remember to take whatever medications they may need

• Efficient cleaner

• Good first responder to any accident

"Okay, okay, let's take a deep breath. In . . . and out . . . in . . . by any chance have you seen Jelly anywhere?"

Burst, CT-5904

• Ordnance expert

• Likes explosions

• Besties with Hardcase and Wrecker

• Has an explosion painted on his helmet

• You can only wake him up with explosions or by shaking him aggressively or dropping him on the floor or something, he does not wake up to normal alarms

• Has a ✨prosthetic arm✨, his hand got blown off in an explosion so now he has a prosthetic from just below his elbow

"Hey guys, need a hand?"

SHAV'RAM COMPANY:

Jedi Master Aada Zubin

Lightsaber color: fuschia. Normal lightsaber.

Species: uhhhh idk but she's orange and she doesn't have any hair. Also a short queen.

• Serene, patient, well-rounded in her skills.

• Wears cool dark robes but she's not a sith, absolutely not.

• Can hack into a computer like nobody's business.

• Thinks ration sticks are actually good.

• Good at Jedi mind tricks

• Besties with Jocasta Nu

• Wears the most oddly patterned/colored head scarves

"You will grant me access to the mainframe."

Captain Alaar, CT-1946

• Aada's Captain. a little more traditional and Mandalorian-like than the others.

• Speaks fluent Mando'a and Huttese, as well as Basic (obviously)

• Shav'ram is another word for Silent. (DISCLAIMER: from what I could find, shav'ram is not a preexisting Mando'a word with a preexisting definition. So I made up my own.)

• Good at making things up on the spot, whether that be on the battlefield or when he's undercover.

• Dual wields Mandalorian pistols, has thigh holsters instead of the kama holsters (but he still wears a kama)

"Fight for the glory! Fight for your kin! Go show those Seppies what they came for!"

Nerin, CT-6782

• Twins with Davin

• ARC

• Got a strange sense of humor

• Once he discovered googly eyes he put them on everything, and I mean everything he could get his hands on: mouse droids, mess hall trays, Alaar's helmet, Davin's kama, etc.

• Good at flips and somersaults and parkour

• Preferred disguise is some type of alien

"Yes, I know, but have you seen the caf machine yet?"

Decant, CT-0322

• ARC

• Named Decant because his CT number matches the date he and his batch were decanted

• He got the rizz, as they say

• Often has dreams about moons for some reason

• He has a way with words and is good at convincing people, like on missions where he needs to convince someone to lend them something or something like that

"Why, thank you. I think I owe you a favor." *winks*

Spot, CT-4034

• Twins with Snap

• Sniper

• Good at sniping

• And spotting

• Literally just has polka dots all over his armor

• Likes techno music and usually listens to it on breaks (he's a good DJ)

"Oy, watch out!"

Snap, CT-6056

• Twins with Spot

• Heavy gunner

• Buff and angry

• Has stripes all over his armor, it looks like plaid

• Will fight anyone at any given moment

• Likes kittens

"DON'T YOU DARE HARM THAT CAT! YOU HARM THAT CAT AND I'LL HARM YOU!"

Coleman, CT-9367

• Dyed his hair red

• Likes outdoor missions

• Good at starting fires

• Could survive alone outdoors for a very long time

• Starting to grow a beard (it's not working out very well for him)

• Very light sleeper

• If you have chocolate cake he is there within a second of smelling it

"Is that cake? Can I have some?"

GUST COMPANY:

Padawan Neea Tayni, apprenticed to Master Aada Zubin

Lightsaber color: main blade purple, little offshoot blade yellow, double-bladed.

Species: twi'lek, dark blue. Usually wears some kind of handkerchief bandana thing on her head. Taller than her Master and Sola.

• She can force heal so that's cool.

• Makes the most hilarious dad jokes (she gets it from her master).

• Unlike her master, she thinks ration sticks are the spawn of the devil.

• She's also friends with Ahsoka. Does the dramatic robe drop.

• Very good at sneaking and pickpocketing

"Haha! Take that, you bantha cud!"

Captain Lik, CT-0827

• Neea's Captain. He's here to have fun. Heavy gunner.

• Likes burritos and similar food items

• Good at taking out lots of droids very fast

• Always carries extra droid poppers but usually gives them to others

• Usually places bets on stuff and usually loses, but he's sportsmanlike whether he wins or loses

• Scar on his neck where he almost died

"Press forward! Those droids won't take us today!"

Davin, CT-6783

• Twins with Nerin

• ARC, Gust Company

• No-nonsense sort of guy

• Hates it when people don't get to the point straight away

• Doesn't like politics

• Likes getting the job done as fast as possible and then going to take a nap

• Has a flower painted on his thigh plate

"Just-- stop talking."

Ambrose, CT-3157

• ARC

• Makes really bad puns (he gets it from Neea)

• Really likes honey and sweet stuff, massive sweet tooth

• Would call significant other honey if he had an s.o.

• The second best cook of the 495th (he learned from Commander Jagger, the best cook)

"STOP STEALING MY HONEY! I'm just trying to make cookies!"

Simon, CT-1889

• Twins with Agatho

• Likes tea, not caf like the rest of his vode (he's the only one who likes tea)

• Resident food connoisseur (can't spell connoisseur)

• British accent

"You can't even cook the tea right!"

Agatho, CT-1890

• Twins with Simon

• Got his name from "agathokakological", meaning "comprised of both good and evil".

• Good at spelling, large vocabulary

• Has lots of geometric lines on his armor

• Also has a British accent

• Good witness because he remembers everything

• And because of that he holds grudges for a long time

• One of the calmer troopers of the 495th

"Simon was the one who broke the caf machine. Don't blame me."

"Agatho! What the kriff?"

"I'm just telling Jagger what happened!"

James, CT-5628

• Likes instrumental music

• Mustache

• Also a calmer dude UNLESS you take his stuff (don't take his stuff)

• Always lays on the floor

• Has cool diagonal geometric design things on his armor

• Good at mapping stuff and drawing out building plans

"Don't touch me until 1600. Unless there's food, or cream for my caf."

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So anyways, there they are! I'll probably make a better masterpost for them in the future lol

And hopefully I'll start writing stuff with them now, and draw them but that might take a while

Also if you have any questions I'd be more than happy to answer them that would mean a lot to me but no pressure

[james-fun-in-the-sunderland]

For Jacques!! 3, 9, 22, 24, 41?

ohoho!! im very excited to do these .. developing side charracters is literally my favorite thing in the entire world and i love my guy jacques :)

DND ocs questions link (send me a number + a name)

3. can they accept failure?

Not very well! he tends to beat himself up alot... especially if its something that really matters to him... he absolutely can accept failure from others though it will be with alot of complaining. especially if hes involved in somehow, then he will be ALOT less accepting

9. when in their life were they most scared?

One time his sister became extremely ill and considering it wasnt too long after their mother had died jacques grew EXTREMELY paranoid and concerned... he was nervous every day and would often pace around outside the inn hoping that she would show up cured and would return to normal... he had his phone charged all the time and at the ready in case he got some bad news it was horribleee.... especially for scout and jocelyn because they constantly were like PLEASE CHILL.. ITLL BE OKAY... but he was really worried she'd die like their mom did :(...

22. how would they decorate their living space, if they had a chance?

oh this is such a cute question and one of the reasons i am SO excited for if the rebellion gets an hq hehe but he would try to decorate it like home! like corbeau! lots of open windows, tooons of knick knacks scattered around and probably more than a few posters... his blankets would be messy and all sorts of different colors and textures but they would be COMFY above all.. and warm... being from a colder climate he loooves to crank up the cold in a room and just lose himself in big comfy blankets... it would be a very comfy area for him :)

24. are they close to any family members?

yes absolutely he is close to all of his family members ! even his in laws, scout, his sisters wife, has a big family and he tries to keep in touch with them all even the really young lads! hes closest to his sister though of course, even when they fight they still will always put each other above anything else

41. how do you keep notes for this character, if at all?

nothing really special tbh! much like most npcs i have his stat block and when i write the notes for a session if i have a specific scene or state of mind i want him to be in then ill write it! i barely have character specific notes outside of things i NEED to keep in mind and remember (family members, their role in things, etc all count) i usually keep these in a bulleted list in my list of npcs!

[brainwormsnotgummyworms]

Did I Lose a Piece of Myself or Has She Been There All Along?

How to retrieve blocked messages! 

How to see blocked messages when their number is blocked. ✨

I had blocked his phone number on my phone, I just got a new laptop and all of his texts he sent me while he was blocked just loaded.

When I open my laptop and it shows the last message they sent me after I blocked them. 

How to find blocked messages on iPhone. 

I caved. It started with one TikTok: a video of a teenage girl with her hand over her mouth, her perfectly manicured acrylic nails shining under the white light of her screen, and her bulky rimmed glasses glinted with a reflection of an image of the young girl recording herself. Her slicked back bun and golden chunky hooped earrings were covered with a black-and-white rounded text stating how she found her “blocked messages folder” on her iPhone–unveiling the thousands upon thousands of text messages she received from her ex. All of which consisted of the, “Take me back” pleas.  I don’t know this girl and I don’t know her ex, but I do know myself and what happened between my ex and I–the seemingly heart wrenching story which truly was just a break-up that was waiting to happen at least eight months prior. As I begged and sobbed in the stairwell of my summer dorm, he averted my eyes and laid back upon the concrete wall. “Why am I not enough for you?” I asked between stifled tears. 

Why am I not enough for you? The desperate question danced mournfully in the empty hall–its forlorn message dripped with deplorable pity and anguish as it bounced from wall to wall. 

I never received an answer, but maybe it's better that way. 

The day of the break-up, he had unfollowed and unadded me on all platforms about fifteen minutes after everything happened. To retaliate, I blocked him on every app that I could–except his phone number, of course, because how else would I send desperate texts asking to stay friends!? Eventually, when I finally accepted he would never come back or return my drunken calls, I blocked his number on my birthday; it helped to never know whether or not he would’ve sent that sneaky “birthday text” some of us wish to receive after the breakup. 

Over the past year or so, I have changed into the new and improved woman I like to think of myself as. A new degree; a new home; a new career; a new haircut; a new wardrobe; a new circle of friends; a new piercing or two; a new flourishing girl he will never know nor touch. Even with everything that has changed, I cannot help, but remember how I felt that day in the stairwell–that, in itself, was a new feeling I had never felt before. 

I have moved-on (or at least that’s what I tell myself). I go on dates, I chat with new guys and girls, I fantasize, I flirt, I bat my eyes and purse my lips, and, worst of all, I still think of him. I think of him in the same way you stress about having to pay off your credit card when you spent a little too much that month or when you go to the doctor’s office hoping that your symptoms are not as serious as the internet makes it out to be when you search them up on Google. He clouds my thoughts like an oil spill in a fresh green lake; the thick, black liquid shines rainbow on the baby duck’s yellow feathers as it tries to escape the woods. It’s just a dark storm which always looms at the back of my mind no matter how many sunny days I have. 

Today, I found myself getting sucked back into the haunted forest of lost memories–my normally yellow feathers now slicked back in gleaming black goo. I watched the tutorials and did as they said: 1) Opened my Phone app. 2) Clicked on my voicemails. 3) Scrolled alllllll the way down. 4) Found the tab that said, “Blocked Messages.” My heart began to race and my head was pounding. I couldn’t believe it was so easy to access this “hidden secret” that was seemingly right in my face for the entirety of this past year. As I readied myself to open up the forbidden chambers of Blocked Messages, I envisioned the waterfall of voicemails from my ex just as the girl in the TikTok did. I imagined his voice creeping through the phone and finally asking me through broken tears, “Why am I not enough for you?” I finally clicked on the tab after what felt like an eternity, my hands trembling, just to find…

Spam calls. 

It was all the spam numbers I had blocked throughout the year–nothing else. Taken aback, I listened to nearly every voicemail trying to convince myself it was him. Maybe in this voicemail I’ll hear him on the other side explaining it was a fake number because I blocked him on everything else, but he regrets everything that he did and he’s so, so, so, sorry, I thought. But it never was. It was always an automated voice message telling me to press 2 if I wanted to continue the call, then, click, silence. 

Something happened that I wasn’t expecting to happen. My heart dropped in disappointment, my throat tightened, my face felt warm, and I could feel the tears pool in my eyes. I was sad; I was sad he never tried to reach out once. It finally hit me a year later that he didn’t care like I thought he did. Selfishly, I always pictured him crying in his room in heartbroken angst in front of an ex-girlfriend shrine realizing that leaving me was the biggest mistake of his life. Now I know that never happened. In fact, I was the one crying in heartbroken angst–not him. 

As I let the sadness settle, like a baby bird taking cover beneath its mother’s wing, I swiped out of the Blocked Messages tab just to find another tab right above it titled “Deleted Messages.” My curiosity got the best of me and I sheepishly opened this second tab too–finding something I didn’t necessarily want to see. I saw all the voicemails he had left me during the relationship; I forgot I never fully erased them. I clicked on the latest one back in October many moons ago, but I couldn’t get myself to listen to it and hear his voice echoing in my cobwebbed mind like nails on a chalkboard. 

I read the transcript. I remembered this day. It was near Halloween. As we stood in front of the bar, he yelled at me in front of his friends. He had never yelled at me like that before. We weren’t even fighting, but he yelled at me. Shocked at his actions, I ran back into the bar as he waited outside, “Please call me back. I don’t want to end the night like this,” he sighed, “I love you.” The transcript ended. 

I

love 

you… 

I read those words, but I didn’t remember feeling loved then. 

What I did remember was how horrible I felt that night after he screamed in my face to back off.  I remember when he told me he hated being around my family. I remember when he hung out with his “girl best friend” late at night and turned off his location for hours.  I remember when he told me how in love he was with another girl and it wasn’t fair she didn’t want him back.  I remember when I told him I didn’t want to have sex, but he still did it anyway.  I remember when my roommate told me he was hitting on her.  I remember when he lived at my apartment and refused to help me with the bills. I remember when he would have outbursts when I wouldn’t use my money to buy him weed.  I remember downplaying my own success because he would get jealous of my achievements.  I remember when he told me I was never supposed to be long-term.  I remember when he knew that one of his friends sexually assaulted me, but we never spoke of it.  I remember when he would talk about the future and he would always leave me out of it. 

I remember, I remember, I remember. Suddenly, it clicked–the biggest thing I needed to remember. This was not someone I loved or missed, but someone who hurt me so deeply that a bandaid was never going to be enough to fix the broken bones he had left behind. 

For a long time, his leaving made me feel as if I had lost a part of myself, but it has occurred to me that I never did. While he may have tried to take the best parts of me away, destroying them like bullets through glass soda bottles, I have since grown, changed, and transformed. My heart may have bruises, but it’s still intact–capable of being loved and loving others once again. It’s not that a part of me is gone. Instead, roses and daisies have finally sprouted between the cracks in the sidewalk. I was the biggest stranger to myself when I was with him, but now I know myself like no other. A wave of peace, serenity, and glee washed over me and waves hit the sand upon my mind: he will never be the forest fire devouring the flowers, trees, and wildlife in my dearest meadow. 

I stared at the screen as my finger found its way from the bright blue “Clear All” header. As I clicked it, my iPhone asked, “Permanently clear deleted voicemails?” 

Clear All. 

Despite erasing the little bit of history I had left, I had never felt so much more complete. 

[intolerancecare]

Penguin

I can't forget...

that you chose the people who used me. I can't fathom what they have given you. loyalty?

disposing me is loyalty?

Cherry saying "I slept at aqeel's bed. his white soft bed. or "aqeel drove her to the accommodation/training HQ." She disposed me even if it's unnecessary. I don't understand why she have to pick me. what does she know? She is that big? Gozon is big? still bearing the yale diploma? up to what degree of relation? I tried to approach her and remove my biases because of aqeel. being right is my addiction whether you believe it or not. but every time I do so she will do something that will irritate me. she bragged about her then fiance who is the same height as aqeel (because her fiance really looks like a nepali). I think he was wearing a jersey and she? doning a bella look (angel's daughter) maybe she knows the same as antonio. Aqeel was after anna. Aqeel wore a jersey on the first day that we met her. When he invited the group to watch him play basketball. Can't remember who told me about cherry and aqeel kissing while playing a card game. That reminded me of a game that yorenica and the other boys played in highschool. I also don't remember who told me that she and aqeel has gone steady. like they are officially together... I don't know why i hate it that she seems to know something that involves me. I want to tell her now that she should have learned her establishments instead of me. There are so many treasures to discover in their department. I hate her. I hate her...

I accepted the offer of a guy friend. I'm a cool girl guy person. That bastard arjun. He asked me weeks before if I have a phone. He said he'll accompany me to buy in avenues. We were not close. I was always practicing with Mina and hesham. Honestly, collectively, i don't like their group (all the pinoy kuyas and ates) . I am always with private school kids. Mikele was the only public school in my group. We struggled financially during the gradeschool days of my siblings that's why they studied in public, but I tried to take them back to private upon entering highschool because I don't trust the community. Anyway. I was just using an analog cp then. heard about viber so I bought a cheap smart phone. I needed the laptop more. since he is the one who asked me i think it's just normal for me to ask him about viber. I practiced using it by messaging him. I still don't like him though. I know aqeel won't take me, so a smile, a nod everything was just a routine not unless he talk to me again or maybe ask my number so when i learned about him and cherry, I asked arjun to accompany me since he offered it first anyway. I don't want to talk to the 3 girls. that effing guy made a drama again. He cried on that day. BTW I know who lives in his flat. The girl in H&M and Dina's friend Carlos. I wa just planning to extend my loitering. Well dunno why he cried.Days after we had a team building in Marina. That guy asked me and then cried again. after we part that night, while walking with mina, i also cried thinking that his story that involves me is really sad. I was copying what usually happens in stories like that. what the protagonist usually say or do. it was just a try to be normal like what was long overdue for my age at that time. Yes, shamefully inexperienced. Peeps would say know. I really wonder how they recognize the poor 5 year old kinder student. He used me. He and cherry's excuse? It was not them who was talking to me. somebody else. You know I also went to marina with him once. My impression was that he is a bisexual. someone who can be a guy like my friends. Why? because he is a blabbermouth talking about gays who likes him. Push further? He has a price. I'm not rich to look down at them and I'm not for kuya jay's class so i thought maybe he is the match for me. He's earning like me. I can have a companion while finishing my responsibilities (I'm not the type who will let a man shoulder my burden) so I thought he's ok. if he's in a relationship then we're done but he keeps on befriending me. It's difficult to take back an answer. People don't understand, I have so many friends. I go out with them almost every night. He is the one who is alone only with jo. His circle is also mine but i hang around more so I really don't need him. He made me need him. I was the bitch and them the virgin and clean couple.

I lived a two faced life. I was loved at my father side. We were the needy with them. They are not them. My mother is poor not my father's. I am not them. I made them, right? His post? whatever we talked about. Shaming me more.

Bitter? They are dominating this world. They were promoted in a very influential industry and company and brand. I need to live alone. I need to work. I don't want to be with the likes of them. I was freed from him. That's why I am still thankful to Carlos he sealed the casket. Even if he rejected me my real addiction was satisfied. Right.

Ironically, I am a sarcastic person who always make mistake. Faux pas and evil thoughts.

[365daysofj2]

Sweet as Chocolate Kisses (Factory Boys, 1/?)

It’s the last week of normal work before the Christmas holidays, and Jared can’t wait for the break. He’s been running himself ragged fixing problems on the chocolate factory’s production line 5. He really hopes he’s not the one who gets assigned the overtime to replace components while the lines are shut down over Christmas weekend. 

He puts his tools back in the toolbox and heads back to the electricians’ shed. He’s got to stop by the employee store on the way out to get more miniature Reese’s peanut butter cups for his sister to make cookies with. He got her a 2-pound bag of them a week ago and she’s already out. She’s promised Jared a dozen for helping out. 

Jared clocks out, changes out of his uniform in the locker room, and heads toward the employee candy store at the main entrance. When he walks in, he expects to see Ruth, the tiny redhead who works on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, when the store is open from 6:00-9:00 AM for the end of third shift and the 12-hour overnight shift that runs from 6:00 PM-6:00 AM. 

But instead, there’s a younger man standing behind the counter, and when Jared rounds the corner and gets a look at his face, his breath catches. The man is stunning. He’s got huge green eyes framed by the longest and most luscious eyelashes Jared has ever seen on a man. He has perfect pink cocksucking lips, a chiseled male-model jawline, and freckles dusted across his nose and cheeks like the chocolate cookie pieces in the Cookies & Creme bar. Jared can’t believe his luck. 

The guy clears his throat, and Jared realizes that he’s staring. “Sorry, man, long night.”

“Not a problem,” he says, and his deep, throaty voice makes Jared’s cock twitch. It’s the kind of voice that would sound really fucking hot talking dirty. 

Jared stops at the counter. “I haven’t seen you in here before,” he says, happy that his voice doesn’t betray the lust he feels for the gorgeous guy in front of him.

“That’s because I work Thursday afternoons,” the guy replies. “I’m Jensen. I’m just filling in for Ruth while she’s in Scotland.”

Jared smiles. “Nice to meet you, Jensen. I’m Jared.”

“Are you on third shift?”

Jared nods. “Yeah, at least until summer. Then I might have a chance to move to second.”

“Then I’d see you more often,” says Jensen, and the tone of his voice seems to imply that he would like that. “I only work this shift when Ruth is off.”

“That is a shame,” says Jared. He takes a deep breath and decides to press his luck. “Because I’d definitely like to see more of you.”

Jensen’s cheeks turn slightly pink, and he grins. “The feeling is mutual.”

Jared pulls his phone out of his pocket. “I don’t want to be a cliche, or harass you, but would you mind giving me your phone number?”

Jensen grins wider. “You’re not harassing me. You <I>are</I> a cliche, though. Can’t help you there.” He recites his phone number, and Jared adds it to his contacts.

“I usually get up around 3:00 or 4:00,” says Jared. “I’ll text you.”

“Well, I usually get off from my other job at noon, so that’s fine.”

“Oh, where else do you work?”

“A church downtown,” says Jensen. “I’m the administrative assistant.”

Jared can’t help but chuckle. “You don’t strike me as the church secretary type.”

“It’s not that kind of church,” Jensen assures him. “The last AA had tattoos and purple hair and demon stickers on her car.”

“Sounds cool,” replies Jared. 

“I wouldn’t go there if it wasn’t,” says Jensen. “I promise, I’m not a Jesus freak or anything.”

“Good to know,” says Jared. “But hey, I grew up watching Veggie Tales and I was in the Fellowship of Christian Athletes in high school. I just never really found a church to join when I moved here.”

“I think you’d like mine,” says Jensen. “But I don’t want to pressure you.”

“You’re not,” Jared tells him. “I mean, if it would let me see you more, I’d be willing to do just about anything.”

Jensen’s cheeks color. 

Jared looks down at his watch. “Crap, I gotta run if I want to catch my sister before she leaves for work.” He glances over at the Christmas candy shelves and locates the big bag of Reese’s miniatures. He takes it to the counter for Jensen to ring up.

“You’re leaving, right?” asks Jensen.

Jared nods. “Yeah, you don’t have to staple it.” Bags from the candy store need to be stapled shut if they’re going back into the plant. 

Jensen puts the bag into a paper sack and hands it to Jared. “Have a nice day.”

“I bet you say that to all your customers.”

Jensen smirks. “Actually, I don’t. You’re just that special.”

“I’m flattered,” Jared replies with a grin. “I really have to go. But I’ll text you later.”

“I’ll be waiting.” Jensen winks at him, and Jared’s knees go slightly weak. Jensen is really, really cute. Jared doesn’t want to leave him, but Megan will kill him if she doesn’t get her candy. “Talk to you later.”

“Definitely.” Jared grabs the paper bag and heads out to the parking lot. He doesn’t stop smiling until he’s halfway home. 

[haylorology]

More details:

Our Interview with Taylor Swift

November 2, 2008 Channel Guide Contributor

Taylor Swift may have been born two years after Def Leppard released its best-selling album, 1987’s massively successful Hysteria, but don’t you dare question her fan credibility. She’s been listening to the band since birth — even earlier, in fact. Needless to say, the 18-year-old country star, whose self-titled debut has sold more than 3 million copies since its release in October 2006, is as excited as anyone that she’ll be sharing a stage with her hard-rock heroes during CMT Crossroads: Def Leppard and Taylor Swift, premiering Nov. 7 on CMT. We spoke with Swift, as well as Def Leppard vocalist Joe Elliott and guitarist Phil Collen about their upcoming collaboration.

How did this episode of “Crossroads” materialize? Was it really as simple as you saying in the press, “I want to do this thing with Def Leppard,” and then they called and said, “Let’s do it”? Taylor Swift: Oh, it was a little bit more interesting than that. I went on tour with Tim [McGraw] and Faith [Hill] last summer, and I found out through the grapevine that Tim and Faith’s tour manager was [Def Leppard drummer] Rick Allen’s brother. … So I started totally geeking out. … I walked up to Robert Allen, the tour manager, and said, “Is there any way that I could have your brother’s number?” And he said, “Um, no. But I could maybe arrange a phone call.”

So one day I was just sitting on my bus hanging out and Robert Allen brings his phone on the bus and says, “Here, I’ve got someone on the phone for you.” I get on the phone, and it’s this guy with a British accent named Rick Allen. I was like, “Hi, you don’t know who I am at all. You don’t know me or my music, probably, but I’m a new country artist, my name is Taylor and there’s this thing on CMT, which is Country Music Television, where they pair up rock acts with country acts and it’s a concert called Crossroads. My dream Crossroads partner is you guys, and I would really like it if you would do that with me — could you do that with me?” And he was probably thinking, “Who is this kid?” And I said, “So, do you think that you could think about that?” and he was like, “Well, uh, maybe I could ask the guys about it. Good talking to you.” So, I basically threw it out there that I really wanted to do a Crossroads with them, and then I didn’t hear anything for, like, six months. I was like, “Eh, yeah, that probably didn’t work. I probably freaked him out, like, in stalker mode.”

I got a call from my record label like maybe six or seven months after that phone call, and they said, “Def Leppard just called. You’re on their radar, they know who you are, they’ve heard your music and they’re interested in the Crossroads.” And I was really excited about it.

Since then, have you met the band in person? I have never met the band in person. My whole band has met their band — and they’re absolutely so in love with them it’s not even funny — but I had a previous obligation when they were in Nashville so I wasn’t able to go.

So what is it going to be like for you when you actually walk into a room with these guys for the first time? It’s going to be amazing to walk in and see these people and meet them. I’ve listened to their music since I was a little kid. My mom listened to Def Leppard when she was pregnant with me. It’s pretty much ingrained into my genetics that I am to love Def Leppard, so it’s really cool to get to do this with them.

How do you prepare for something like this? I mean, it’s not just a normal show — you have to learn some of their songs, they have to learn your songs. How’s that going to work? Well, I think we’re going to pick five songs out of their enormous catalog of smash hits and pick five songs of mine, work them up and have the Def Leppard versions of my songs and, I guess, countrify some of their songs. It’ll be kind of fun.

Are there any songs that you’re going to push for? I need to do “Pour Some Sugar on Me” and “Photograph.”

What’s going to be more exciting — to hear them do one of your songs or to be able to do one of their songs with them? To be able to play one of their songs with them is going to be awesome.

Do you see some common ground between what you do and what they do? I think we both like to write songs about relationships and love and how people make other people feel. That’s why I’ve always been able to relate to their songs and maybe be influenced by their songs.

Your music blurs the line between country and pop/rock. Where does that sound come from, and what other artists have influenced you? I was very influenced by Sheryl Crow and Shania Twain, and the things that they did with their music, where it was very relatable to everybody. That’s not my goal — I don’t sit down and say, “Let’s write a song that’s relatable to everybody, with a melody that could be played on both pop and country radio.” That’s not at all my thought process. My thought process is just, “Let’s write a song about what just happened yesterday with this guy.” When I sit down and write a song, I’m writing the song for the person that I’m writing the song about. I’m only thinking about what they’re going to hear when they hear the song. The fact that everybody else is going to hear it is just sort of an added bonus.

You’ve got a new album called “Fearless” coming out Nov. 11. What should you fans expect from this one? I like to write songs about boys and love and relationships, and that’s what I’ve got on this album just like I did on the first album. So it’s more of that, except with two more years of maturing, I guess. I don’t like to sit down and have a game plan for how an album’s going to turn out. I just like to put the best songs that I’ve written on an album, and put as many songs on it as I can possibly put it, and release as many songs as I can possibly release, and hope for the best. That’s what we did for the first album and hopefully we get similar results with the second album. I’m really excited about it. I coproduced this album, as well as wrote every song on it, so it’ll be really fun.

Are there any songs in particular that you can’t wait for people to hear? There’s a song called “You Belong With Me.” It’s about being in love with someone who doesn’t even know it, and they’ve got a really snobby, annoying, mean girlfriend who always brings them down. And, you’re like, “Come on, you belong with me. You should be with me, not her” — which was a really fun concept for me to sing about. Also, there’s a song called “15” that is probably the most personal song I’ve written, and a song called “Fearless,” which is about the best first date I’ve ever had.

You’re sort of in a unique position in that you’re still young but you’re already sort of a veteran in the music business. What have you learned over the past four of five years that has helped you get to where you are right now? That life lessons count on a really grand scale when you’re in the music industry. It’s the things that you’re taught when you’re a little kid, like “Treat people the way that you would want to be treated.” You never know who you’re talking to. And that advice goes with the music industry or it goes with life. Treat people the way you want to be treated. … Also, be competitive but never be jealous.

Have you had some negative experiences in the business? You always play shows where you feel like you didn’t “bring it” to the stage or the sound was terrible or the crowd wasn’t really that fun. Or you have nights where you feel like nobody likes you and you have mornings where you just roll out of bed and you’re not a fun person to deal with for a couple of hours. Everybody does that. I think the most amazing thing about being in the music industry is that I kind of thought that all my heroes were like these superheroes that wore capes and were a little superhuman, but you realize that they all have bad days and they all have days where they’re really cranky and they don’t want to get out of bed. They just want to lay in bed and watch TV, and I think it’s really fun to allow yourself to have a few days like that, but the rest of the time be really thankful that you are where you are.

Just to use Def Leppard as a frame of reference — they’ve been around for 30 years and they just debuted at No. 5 on the charts with their latest album. Do you want to be in this business 30 years from now? I would love to make music for the next 30 years. I don’t know if I want to be walking red carpets in 30 years. In 30 years, I’ll be 48 and I’ll have wrinkles — because we’re probably not going to get rid of wrinkles surgically — and I’m probably going to have some gray hairs. I think [one of] the people that I’ve seen gracefully do this [has] been Emmylou Harris — she’s so beautiful. I think people like that — I really aspire to be like them because I think she’s so very elegantly continued to make music. It’s not about fame for her, it’s about music.

There has been a lot of focus recently on who you may or may not be dating. Is it weird for you that people seem to care so much about your personal life or is that just something that comes with the job? I think I pay more attention when people write articles about my music. My personal life is something that people have been loving to write about lately. You know, I have a great life. I didn’t think I was going to get to do this. I didn’t think people were going to care who I go to dinner with and hang out with. The whole personal life thing, I look at it like I didn’t expect to be in this position and every day is a bonus day. I can take that with all the good stuff that I’ve been given. It’s not my favorite part, that people have a microscope on who I’m dating, but hey, whatever.

https://www.channelguidemag.com/tv-news/2008/11/02/our-interview-with-taylor-swift/

I didn’t realize Taylor was so young, can’t imagine doing all this at 18

[tetsurouskuro]

Reunion

pairing: bokuto koutarou x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, smut, slight angst, breeding kink, unprotected sex, public sex, bokuto does the kabedon

word count: 5,006

a/n: this is my submission for the Haikyuu Headquarters second NSFW server collab! this time it’s the prompt “Guess I’ll just have to cum inside you.” you can find the masterlist HERE by the amazing @vixen-scribbles who is my queen so go give her a follow! 💖

thank you @deathcab4daddy​ & @gallickingun​ for beta reading, ily guys so much (go give them a follow if you aren’t already)! 💖

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Synopsis: Three years has passed since you got your heart broken by your one true love Bokuto Koutarou. A high school reunion is about to take place at Fukurodani Academy. What will happen when you finally meet your ex boyfriend? 

MASTERLIST!

≫ ----- ≪·•♕•·≫ ----- ≪

Your eyes scanned the invitation card from your high school. Reading every word that’s written. A high school reunion. The thought alone makes you think of him. Wondering how he’s doing. He may be your ex and the boy who broke your heart, but he was your first and still to this day, your only love, and you knew why he did it. He had his reasons.

He had talked you through it before you both graduated high school. He had told you that he wanted to focus on volleyball and that he was going to move away from Tokyo, and you were not the type to try and stop him. You wanted him to succeed. You also had to think about your future and what you wanted to achieve. Both of you went your separate ways, heartbroken that you could not be together anymore.

Bokuto succeeded in achieving his dream. He was playing in big arenas with huge crowds, on TV and he was a well-known volleyball player. The number 4 ace and captain from Fukurodani made it big, just like he promised you all those years ago.

You sighed and placed the card onto your fridge. There was still one week left until the reunion, and it wasn’t like Bokuto would show up. He was busy with volleyball, especially since a new season just started. 

You sigh and turn around to grab the warm coffee cup and head to your couch. Once seated you turn on Netflix and start a random show. Grabbing your phone, you go to the search bar on Facebook and search for your ex-boyfriend. Once the two of you had broken up you had unfriended him immediately. You knew it was going to be hard to get over him, so to save you from having to see his posts and face on Facebook, you removed him.

He’s the first one that pops up. You share mutual friends, so it isn’t that weird. You go to pictures and see him with all sorts of different people, smiling and laughing. Sometimes even looking, upset?

Sighing you close the application, lock your phone, and toss it next to you on the couch. Closing your eyes, you throw your head back against the headrest, hoping and praying that Bokuto doesn’t show up to the reunion.

≫ ----- ≪·•♕•·≫ ----- ≪

Wearing a black evening gown with a front slit, thin shoulder straps, and a pair of black heels you step into the big gymnasium where the rest of all the third years are gathered. A waitress walks up to you with a tray in hand, offering you a welcome drink, probably champagne. You take a glass and nod your thanks. Taking a sip, you sigh and take in your surroundings. People are standing in groups, chatting, and laughing. You see Yamato, Konoha, Haruki, Yukie, and Kaori in the middle. Konoha looks your way and you lock eyes. He smiles widely and waves you over. The rest of the gang turns around and sees you too, all of them start to yell at you to rush over.

You smile at them and head towards the squad.

“(y/n)! you’re here!” Yukie excitedly exclaims.

“Yes. Here I am,” you laugh. “How’s everyone? Haven’t seen you all in ages.”

 You stand there talking with everyone. You chug the rest of your glass and turn around to grab another just as a round of applause is heard. You follow everyone’s gaze and see someone enter the gymnasium.

“Hey, hey, heeeeeey!” The voice echoes. A familiar voice.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit!” You chant and shove your champagne glass to Yukie. “I need to use the loo.”

“Wait- (y/n)!” She yells after you, but you’re already headed for the door that leads you towards the nearest toilet.

Your heart is beating hard, you can feel your pulse rising. Adrenaline has kicked in and you feel nervous. You’re breathing heavily as you reach the door, turning around slightly to just peek at the man that has made you react this way.

He hasn’t spotted you yet. He’s surrounded by girls and boys, welcoming their former ace to the reunion. You stand there, the door slightly opened, your body halfway through the doorframe and take him in.

He’s wearing ripped black jeans, a matching black tee, black vans, and a light blue jean jacket. His hair is spiked the same way as usual and his golden eyes are filled with happiness. He laughs loudly and scans the room like he’s looking for someone and then his orbs land on you. The way he gazes at you makes your whole-body shiver and you feel like you can’t breathe. You stand still, watching him watch you for a second more until you turn your body back and go through the door and towards the ladies’ room.

Once inside you stand by the door, back against it, trying to control your breathing.

Okay (y/n), calm down! Act normal and don’t freak out!

After 5 minutes you turn around and push the door and walk out, walking back to the gymnasium. You pass a hallway when suddenly-

“(y/n)?”

“Jesus fucking christ!” You jump. “Don’t scare me like that.” You exclaim and turn around and are met with a pair of golden eyes.

“Ah sorry,” Bokuto speaks, his hand rubbing the back of his head. “I just wanted to see how you were feeling. You rushed out so fast.”

“I’m fine,” you sigh. “I just needed to use the toilet.”

“Oh. Okay.” There’s a long pause. Both of you are silent.

“Bokuto-kun!” A female voice yells out, interrupting the awkward silence and you turn around to see where the female is.

“I should head back. Yukie is probably waiting for me,” you lie. “It was nice seeing you Bokuto,” you smile at him and turn around to leave, but he grabs you by the forearm and pulls you towards him.

“Let’s take a walk around the school. I don’t wanna head back just yet.”

“Bokuto I-“

“Please (y/n)? I haven’t seen you in ages and I just wanna talk.”

“Fine,” you sigh.

“Great,” he smiles. “Let’s go then!” He grabbed your hand instead and intertwined his fingers with yours as he dragged you down the hallway and escaped the voice of the girl that was calling his name.

He suddenly stops outside of your old classroom and you both stand there, panting and trying to control each other’s breathing.

“Felt like a teenager doing that,” he laughs. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just need a moment.” Still panting, you stay silent, and watch his tall frame. You stand up straight and clear your throat. Bokuto turns his body sideways and looks at you.

“Do you think it’s open?”

“I don’t know, but what do you wanna talk about Bokuto?” You speak up, wanting to get away from this situation. “We broke up. We’re exes, we’re not supposed to be like this.”

The silence returns, Bokuto’s eyes never leaving yours. You watch him, still out of breath you feel an aching pain in your chest. You fist both of your hands beside your body, tears starting to form in your eyes.

“I- shit,” you curse and let out a small laugh. “I need to leave.” You’re just about to turn around when Bokuto’s right arm slams itself on the wall to your left, stopping you in your tracks. You press your back to the wall and raise your head so you can meet his gaze. His tall frame towering over you.

“Don’t,” he sighs. “Don’t leave.” You don’t listen to his plea and try to leave again but this time he slams his left arm on the wall, caging you in.

“Bokuto. Let me go!”

“No!”

“I- What?”

“I came to this reunion mainly so I could see you,” he pauses before continuing. “I made up my mind that if you came, I would try to get you back, ‘cause I still fucking love you.” His golden eyes stare right into yours. You can see the determination in them.

“The way we broke things off, I should never have ended it that way. We shouldn’t have ended it that way. If I could go back and change it, I would’ve made you come with me. I was stupid to let you go.”

“Bokuto, I-“

“And stop calling me Bokuto!” he fumes. “You never called me that while we were dating and-“

“We’re not dating now!” You respond, interrupting him.

“I know!” He slams his right fist on the wall, making you jump. You have never seen Bokuto this upset before, not even when you broke up.

“I’m sorry. Shit (y/n) I’m so sorry I don’t know what came over me. I-“

“It’s okay, Bo! It’s… fine,” you sigh out that last word. You let your head hang low, watching the ground, seeing how close his body is to you. You gulp, trying to contain your thoughts. You haven’t had any sexual contact with anyone for as long as you can remember, and seeing Bokuto now, here, this close makes you clench your thighs together. But you would not let your sexual desires over him take over. If he wanted you back, he had to tell you, and apologize.

“When I- We broke up I did it because I wanted to focus on volleyball.”

“Yeah, I know that.”

“Wait, let me finish.” You stay silent and let him continue.

“I wanted you to come with me, I wanted you with me so badly and I thought that I couldn’t let you come with me because I didn’t want you to stop chasing your dreams. Volleyball was my ambition, not yours.” He pauses for a second, collecting his thoughts and breathing before continuing. 

“But I was wrong and dumb. I didn’t ask what you wanted, I just assumed and chose for you. I should’ve talked it out with you, asked you if you wanted to come with me and I didn’t. I fucked up,” he takes a deep breath before yet again continuing talking, expressing his emotions.

“Over these past few years, I haven’t been able to let you go. You were always on my mind. You had taken over my head so bad that I started seeing things. Seeing you on the streets, in the audience while I was playing. I never stopped thinking about you. I even stalked your Facebook multiple times and-”

“You stalked my Facebook?” You look up, watching him. Your heart beating fast against your ribcage.

“Yeah, not my proudest moment but I did. I needed to see your face, needed to see what you were doing, and if you were seeing someone. If you were as miserable as I was,” he sighs, his eyes watching yours. “Please (y/n) I am desperate. I want you back. Give me a second chance. I need you back in my life. If you just give me a small chance, I will prove it to you that I will be one of the best decisions you’ll ever make.”

Bokuto sighs out loudly, like he was in pain, and places a kiss on top of your head before sinking so his eyes are in front of yours. His face just mere inches from yours.

“Just give me one chance. Just one so I can have you back. I want you (y/n). I want to be able to call you mine again. I just need one-“

You decide to instead of using words you crash your lips against his. Cutting him off mid-sentence, wrapping your arms around his neck. It only takes Bokuto a few seconds to respond by kissing you back, his body pressing itself close to yours, his forearms bracing him on the wall.  

You break off the kiss, bite your lip, and look into his golden shimmering eyes. “I never stopped loving you either.”

“Really? I expected you to have a boyfriend or fiancé by now.”

“No,” you groan. “I tried dating, but nobody compares to you.” He smiles widely at your words. Like a kid on Christmas morning.

“I’ll try to give you everything I can Bo, I’ll try-“

“Everything means nothing if I can’t have you (y/n)!” Blushing you look down, but Bokuto grabs your face in his hands and presses a kiss on your lips again. And again. You fist a handful of his shirt in your palms and press your body close to his, feeling his semi poking you and showing how much he wants you.

“You’re mine, (y/n). I love you so much,” he moans against your lips and then pushes his tongue inside of your mouth. His hands moving to grab your ass, pushing your pelvis against his. “I’m gonna prove it to you. I need you now. No time to waste.”

He pushes himself off you and turns around, trying to open your old classroom door and to his luck it does. His wide smile is back as he ushers you in.

“Wait- Bo! We can’t, not here.”

“Aww c’mon baby, it’ll be fun and besides,” he pauses, still looking at you as he undoes his belt. “I always wanted to fuck you in this classroom back in the day.”

His sentence makes you hurry inside, and you look around the now unfamiliar classroom. You hear Bokuto close and lock the door, the sound of his zipper being pulled down makes you turn around and face him. His pants are undone but still around his hips.

“Come here baby,” obeying, you take a few steps forward and stop once you’re in front of him. Both of his hands grab you by the waist and pull you forward, his lips instantly crashing to yours. His lips don’t stay on yours too long as they start to travel down the side of your neck towards your exposed collarbone. While his lips are giving your upper body some attention, his hands push your dress up, exposing your black lace thong to his fingertips.

Bokuto recognizes the material and stops his movements just so he can peek at your underwear. He grunts.

“Do you… like them?”

“I love them, baby. Jesus Christ.” Bokuto’s lips return to yours, his index and middle finger tracing the outline of your slit, making you squirm. He then removes them and ushers you to get up on one of the desks, and you do, but not before you remove your thong as sexy as you can, and throw it on the ground nearby.

“Babe, you’re gonna be the death of me!” he exclaims in a groan and hurries back to you. His body standing between your thighs. A slight breeze passes making you shudder, your nipples peek through your dress. Bokuto notices this and instantly with both of his hands, he pushes your dress down your arms and chest, making your breast spring free.

“Haven’t touched these girls in years,” he speaks while palming them both. “So beautiful.”

“Bo- I-“

“Shh love. It’s all about you now,” he removes his right hand just so he can tease your opening. Lubricating your core with your wetness before inserting a finger inside you, making you moan and throw your head back.

“Baby. Look at me,” he groans. You pull your head back and watch him. He removes his left hand and places it beside you, bracing all his weight on it while his other hand is occupied with your cunt. His finger going in and out of you, your walls clamping around him tightly. He snickers at how wet you feel around him and adds another finger, his middle and ring finger are fucking you slowly, too slow for your liking.

“Bokuto, please. I want more,” you moan.

“Easy now baby, I wanna savor this moment. Feeling your wet cunt around my fingers after such a long time,” he grunts. “God baby, you’re so wet.”

“I know, it’s all for you Bokuto.”

He licks his lips seductively and leans in closer to you, his breath hits your neck and makes your whole body shudder. His tongue comes out and licks you up from your collarbone to your ear, nibbling at your earlobe and making you let out a sigh in pleasure.

“Do you like that, hmm?” He snickers. “Do you like my fingers inside you (y/n)?”

“Y-Yes Bo, I-I love them,” you moan. He lets out a slight “fuck” as he rests his forehead on your shoulder and thrusts his digits harder inside your wet and aching core. Wanting you to cum so badly. He arches his fingers inside you, making them hit your g-spot.

“Bo, please. I’m so close,” you groan. “I want to cum so badly, please.” You keep on whining to him, the once familiar feeling returning to the pit of your stomach. The pressure in your lower abdomen is getting higher and higher. Your legs start to shake and in just a couple of seconds, you’re releasing yourself around his fingers, your right-hand wraps itself around his wrist, nails digging into his soft skin as you moan out loudly from orgasming. 

“Kou!” you scream, your walls clamping themselves around him, his fingers still going in and out of you, your legs shaking and your pelvis grinding itself on his hand. Eyes closed and mouth wide open and panting, trying to get your breathing under control.

After a minute, you open your eyes and are met by a smug smile as he removes his fingers and raises his hand to his lips, licking your juices off his fingers while still maintaining eye contact with you. 

“I missed the taste of you baby,” he groans. His long fingers going inside that beautiful mouth of his. A big smile on his lips, his excitement palpable. 

Once he has licked his fingers clean, he moves his hands to his pants and starts to pull them down his long legs along with his briefs, his cock springing free and colliding with his lower abdomen. Precum leaking from the tip. 

Your eyes are glued on his hard member. It’s as beautiful as you remember, two veins going around his shaft, the pink head craving attention. 

Your eyes never leave his crotch as his hand goes down and wraps itself around his hard cock, moving up and down slowly.

“You’re so eager, I love it baby, so sexy when you look at me like that,” his voice speaks, making you look up and meet his golden eyes. He takes a small step forward and with his hand that’s around his cock he traces your lips, mixing his precum with your wetness. 

“Wait Kou- Condom!” You moan. The fact that you managed to even utter those words surprised you, but you didn’t know who he’s been with.

“I didn’t bring one,” he answers. “Guess I’ll just have to cum inside you instead,” he groans and rams himself inside you. Your walls clenching around him tightly. Your heat making his cock twitch from excitement. 

“Fuck Kou, you- you feel amazing.”

“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby. I can feel you pulsating around me.” He’s still for a moment, letting you get used to him. Had he gotten bigger since you last were with him? Or had it just been such a long time since you’ve had sex? It didn’t matter to you, you loved the feeling of him stretching your walls, making your tight cunt ache for him to move.

His hips backtrack only to force themself back to you, colliding and hitting your g-spot, making you throw your head back and grip the edge of the table hard. Your eyes are closed as you take in all the pleasure that he’s giving you. He repeats the same action, he grunts and you moan at the friction.

“Baby look at me,” he moans, his hand going to your cheek, holding it with his large palm. “I want you to look at me.”

You answer him by moaning, opening your (y/e/c) eyes looking at him, pleasure displayed on his handsome face as he starts to increase both his speed and the power of his thrusts. His hips colliding against yours with a strong force. The pleasure is displayed on your face, a lewd look as you’re loving the way he continues to ram himself inside of you.

“I’m gonna cum inside of that pretty cunt, baby. I’m gonna fill you up with my cum,” he moans loudly, not caring if anyone hears him. He loved the excitement of knowing you could get busted having sex in your old classroom but he didn’t care. He had craved you for 3 long years and he wasn’t going to let this moment pass up. 

“I want a future with you,” he continues. “I want to marry you. I want to get you pregnant.” 

This makes your cunt clench for him. Your walls clamping themselves tightly around him. Marrying him? Pregnant? 

"Oh, you'd like that baby? You want me to breed you, baby?" His thrust hits hard, his cock going deep into your core. His eyes travel down, watching his cock going and out of you. The wetness surrounding it like lube, making it easy for him to thrust in and out of you. His gaze is locked on where both of you connect, watching the way your cunt swallows him whole.

"Fuck baby. Beg for me to fill you, I know you love the feel of my cum inside you."

"Oh god Kou, please fill me with your cum. Breed me," you almost sing. Your voice is filled with all kinds of emotions, pleasure consuming you.

"You want me to breed you, baby? Fill you up with all my sperm," he moans, his hands holding your hips in place as his thrusts got deeper and deeper inside you. The tip of his cock grazing your g-spot viciously, the pressure in your abdomen getting stronger after each thrust. The thought of you swollen with his child made him even harder and closer to reaching his climax. 

"Cum for me baby, I want you to cum for me. Cum with me. I'm so close," his thrusts get sloppier and you know he is near his release. 

"Cum with me Koutarou. Let's do it together."

"Fuck (y/n)," his whole body stills as he ejaculates inside you. The warmth of his semen spurting in you, coating your walls and you follow him soon afterward. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you coat his cock with your release. 

Your body is shaking from the intense orgasm you just had, your teeth biting into your lower lip and you feel him move, his still hard cock going in and out of you. Bokuto is making sure that his cum doesn’t come out, to make sure you’re bred and hoping you get pregnant from this. 

"Mhm Kou," you moan. Your eyes glance up to his face. A big smile was plastered on his lips. 

"That was so hot baby. I want more."

"I don't think I can stand," you giggle. His eyes are watching you, the smile on your face making his heart squeeze harder and being filled with all his love for you. 

"What now?" Your tender voice asks. 

"I'm waiting."

"... On what?" 

"For you to calm down before I go for round two,” he smirks. 

“W-Wait. Hold on. Round two?”

“You didn’t think I was already finished with you, baby? I’m just getting started.” With that being said, he flips you over. The action making his cock get pulled out from your heat. 

You’re bent over and your front is pressed against the now warm desk. His hands start to caress your body, from the base of your neck to your naked ass. He gives your ass some attention before slapping each cheek, making you jump from the sudden action.

"I could just cum from the sight of you," he grunts. "I'm gonna cum inside you again, to make sure you're bred."

"Kou-tarou~," you moan as he enters you without warning, his cock rock hard and coated in both your juices and his semen. His hands holding your hips still as he thrusts deep inside you. Ramming his cock hard into your wet and tight core. His fingertips are digging hard into your flawless skin, leaving a mark but you don’t care. The only thing that’s going through your mind right now is the way his cock is pounding into your wet and swollen cunt.

"I won't stop until you're dripping with my cum, to be sure you're pregnant with my child," he almost screams. "Jesus fuck baby the way you clench around me is wonderful."

Your cunt clenches harder around his cock, the thought of being pregnant with his child makes you reach some kind of bliss that you never thought you could. The soft image pops up in your mind for a second, but it’s soon gone as one of his hands grabs your shoulder, his other following suit.

You can feel his semen leaking out as he continues to ram into you, and you know he notices it cause he lets out a snicker. 

"My cum is seeping out of your pussy, but I'll fill you up again baby. I'll fill you up again and again."

"Kou- I'm gonna cum again," you moan. Your left hand holding the edge of the desk while your right one is in front of you, trying to grab something and it does as Bokuto's right hand comes forward and intertwines with yours, clamping around it. His body pressed against yours. Feeling his breath on your neck.

"Say it, baby, say what I want to hear."

"P-Put a baby inside me Koutarou please."

"Fuck yes," he moans vocally, biting down on your neck as he fills your cunt with his cum, the feel of his cum inside you again makes you clench around him and you reach your climax. 

"Yeah, my cum makes you orgasm so fucking hard right baby?"

"Mhm," you answer, too worn out to even form your own words. 

You press the side of your face on the desk and close your eyes. You're breathing heavily, so is Bokuto. His warm breath hitting your neck, making goosebumps form on all of your body. 

"(y/n)?"

"Yeah?" 

"I'm getting soft."

"Oh my god!" You giggle. 

"Stop. You're making me fall out, stop it!" This makes you laugh out loud, this man who just minutes ago went all sex god on you is now filled with concern. 

"Are you alright though? I wasn't too hard? Or rough? Or-"

"Baby, you were perfect," you answer in a giggle, interrupting his worrying self. 

There's a comfortable silence surrounding you both, not a single word is uttered. The only sound is the sound of your breathing. 

Suddenly you feel him move and pull himself out of you. Bokuto is fast with tucking himself inside his briefs and pulling his pants up, buckling his belt too. While doing this, you feel his cum seeping out from your hole.

"Hold on I'm on it," his voice speaks and you can hear him look for something to clean you up with. "This will do."

He's back fast and with some paper towels that are not very nice to your lady parts, and he cleans you up. The feeling of the paper made you wince, both from being sensitive and roughly fucked by your ex and now boyfriend, but also from the paper not being soft enough for your liking. 

"I'm done, there," he softly speaks, his voice filled with tenderness but also worry, that it was hurting you. He wasn't. He was doing something so much more, and you loved him for that. 

Getting up and getting dressed was the part where it got uncomfortable for you, his eyes stared at you as you dressed, fixing both your gown and hair, making it not look like you’ve just been fucked. 

Your thoughts wander to what had just happened. Was this just some kind of roleplay or did he want to impregnate you? Not that it mattered for you, you couldn’t care less because you got what you had wanted for years. Him.

Once you’re done you turn around and see that Bokuto is already watching you, a big smile on his lips. 

"What?"

"Nothing. You’re just so beautiful I can stare at you all night.”

"I-" you blush. “Thank you.”

"Now,” he says as he takes a small step forward and grabs you by the waist, pulling you closer to him. His smile still there and you can see how his eyes are glowing. 

“I love you,” he kisses you. “I love you so much (y/n). You’re the love of my life.”

"Again."

"Huh?" He turns his head to the side, not knowing what you mean. 

"Say it again. I need to hear it again." With confidence, he grabs your face in his hands and holds you in place. His eyes watching yours and with the softest smile on his lips, he says: 

"I love you.”

"I love you too." You sigh in happiness and he seals your lips with a passionate kiss. Both of you smiling through the kiss in pure bliss. 

He pulls away and grabs your hand and starts to lead you out of the classroom and in the opposite direction of the party. Confusion consumes you as you speak.

"Kou, baby. The party is that way," you giggle and point down the other side of the hall. 

"I know. We're not returning."

"We're not?" You ask in confusion.

"No."

"Why not?" He stops in his tracks and you collide with his rock hardback. He turns around, smirking.

"We have 3 years of lovemaking to do and I want you in my bed when doing that." He returns and walks you out and into the parking lot, leading to his car and a future of you and him together again. Nothing could stop you now.

[americasass91]

The Shield and the Sweater

Hello lovelies! This little fic came to me when the lovely, beautiful, talented @stargazingfangirl18​ asked a very important question on her blog. Would you rather be enemies to lovers with Steve Rogers or friends with benefits with Ransom Drysdale. Well my greedy ass wanted both. Thus the birth of this story. I also turned it around a little to make it fit into Siri’s 5k Soft Dark Challenge! I’ve never written anything dark before. Also not sure if this classifies as soft!dark or if it’s more dark. But it’s one of those! If that makes you uncomfortable, then please don’t read it. This is also my first time writing a threesome, so let me know if it sucks! I hope you enjoy it! 😘

General prompts:

8)The town golden boy isn’t as sweet as everyone thinks.

Dialogue prompts:

3)”Oh, honey, you weren’t supposed to see that.”

11)”I’ve waited a long time for this, sweetheart.”

Rating: Explicit(if you’re under 18, please leave)

Words: 6.2k(this one got away from me, sorry)

Warnings: soft!dark/dark themes, unprotected sex, anal sex, vaginal sex, threesome(M/M/F), manipulation, language, model!Ransom being an asshole, Steve not being who you think he is

“And I really think if everyone pitches in to make these changes, it’ll really make a difference in the long run.”

Wow, so this is how you were going to die. In your whole 20 something years of existence, you never thought boredom would be your cause of death.

Sure, you were the lead Accountant at Stark Tower and these monthly meetings were mandatory. But did you really have to be here to listen to Rogers go on and on about how we can ‘improve our working environment’? Why did he even care anyway? He was barely ever here as it is.

You must have been zoning out worse than you thought because next thing you know your coworker, Janet, is poking you in the side and pointing towards Steve.

With a quick glare sent her way, you move your gaze to the Captain. He is giving you the same look he always does. Like he’s disgusted with you. “I’m sorry Miss Y/L/N. Am I boring you?”

A scoff escapes your mouth. “No, not at all Captain Rogers. I just love when people who are never here seem to always have an opinion on how things are run and how they could be better.”

He narrows his eyes at you. “Do you have a problem with me, Y/N? Cause if you do, I’m sure there’s a way to solve that.”

You stand up and match his expression. You lean forward with your hands resting on the table. You can’t help but notice the Captain drops his gaze to your cleavage that’s now on more display than before. But just as quick as it was there, his gaze rises back up to meet your face. “Is that a threat, Captain Rogers?”

“Oh, it’s more than a-“

Tony quickly stands up and claps his hands together. “Okay! Meeting adjourned! You two, come here!”

You quickly straighten yourself up and make your way over to Tony. You always try to make sure you show him as much respect as you can. He’s your boss after all.

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Stark. My emotions got the better of me. It won’t happen again.”

He nods to you. “Thank you, Y/N. I accept your apology. But what I’m not understanding is why Steve here wanted to fire you?”

You both turn to look at Steve who has a sheepish expression on his face. “Yeah, sorry about that, Tony. She just seems to bring out this ugly side of me. I’ll try to keep it more contained next time.” He then moves his gaze to you. “Sorry, Y/N. I promise to be more professional moving forward.”

He makes a quick exit, leaving you shocked that he apologized at all. Ever since you started here almost a year ago now, you’ve been at each other’s throats. It was your fault really.

It was your first week and you were in the break room grabbing some coffee when you overheard a few of your coworkers making fun of Steve for being a virgin. Now, you weren’t sure if it was true but you wanted to fit in so you made your way over to the group and asked if anyone calls him Captain Virgin. That earned you some big laughs. But the laughter died down quickly as Steve entered the room to grab some coffee. Judging by the glare he gave you, he heard what you had called him.

You went straight to Tony after that to apologize. You really didn’t want to get fired. But you wanted to make sure Tony heard the story from you before Steve got the chance to talk to him. To your utter surprise, Tony found the name hilarious and gave you a high five, saying you were going to fit right in.

Well long story short, it’s almost a year later and Steve is still getting called Captain Virgin. Oh but don’t worry, he has names of his own for you. His favorite is Tony’s Pet. For some reason, it really eats at you when he calls you that.

But the one thing you hate the most about Steve?

Is how utterly, hopelessly, and desperately attracted you are to the son of a bitch.

That happened in your second week when you went to use the complimentary gym and saw him beating the shit out of some poor punching bag. Your panties and your workout were definitely ruined after that.

The more you fought with Steve, the more you just wanted him to bend you over any surface and have his way with you.  

It was despicable how horny you were for him. You were pretty sure all he’d have to do is snap his fingers and point to the floor in front of him and you’d happily drop to your knees and take him down your throat.

So that left you leaving work every day in a horny state. You started by taking care of it yourself when you got home. But after a while even that wasn’t cutting it. Then you started bringing home one night stands. But after the 4th disappointing non-orgasm, you gave up and just learned to live with it.

Sure, you could attempt to start being nice to Steve and maybe ask him out. But you were pretty sure he hated you. Plus you have way too much pride to actually do that.

So that leads to now. It’s Friday night and your workday is almost over. You’re inputting the last few numbers from the last expense report in your pile.

You get the last number put in when Janet approaches you. She sits on the corner of your desk. “So, you coming tonight?”

You take your glasses off and lean back in your chair, stretching your arms over your head. “Coming where?”

She rolls her eyes at you. “Oh, come on Y/N! You know we go out almost every Friday night. You never come and you always say you will!”

You start to clear off your desk and put things back in their place. “Yeah well I could. Or I could go home and sit on my ass and do nothing.”

“Well, that explains why it’s looking a bit bigger lately.”

Janet’s jaw drops as she directs her gaze at Steve, who is now standing in front of your desk.

You smirk and lean on your elbows towards him. “You like looking at my ass, Rogers?”

He scoffs. “Well when it takes up that much space, it’s hard not to notice. But here, I came to give you this.”

He hands you what looks to be a 10 page expense report. “Sorry it’s late, I’ve been busy, you know. Saving the world.”

You ungraciously take it from him and throw it in your to-do pile. “That can wait until Monday. I’ve got plans. We’re going to-” you look towards Janet for clarification. “Lavo.” You turn your gaze back to Steve. “Yeah, we’re going to Lavo. So this will wait til Monday if that’s okay with you, sir.”

Steve does his best to move his bag and jacket subtly towards the front of his pants so you won’t notice his growing hard-on. He hates how turned on he gets when you guys get into it. And then you call him sir? Jesus. He clears his throat. “Of course, I'm the one who turned it in at the last minute.”

Janet speaks up quickly. “You could always come with us! It’ll be fun!”

You grin widely at him. “Yeah! You could finally get your cherry popped, Captain Virgin.”

Steve can’t help the blush that covers his cheeks. “Uh, I can assure you my cherry has been popped since the 40’s. But thank you for your concern. And thank you for the invite, Janet. But i think I’ll stay in tonight.” He takes out his phone and sends a quick text before turning around and walking towards the elevators.

Wow. He didn’t even try to retaliate. You shrug your shoulders and grab your purse before standing up. “Alright, I’ll go! But on one condition!”

Janet claps her hands in excitement and starts walking with you towards the elevators. “Sure, anything!”

You press the button for the lobby. “You are going to be my wingwoman. Cause this girl definitely needs to get laid.”

😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈

Lavo is super packed by the time you guys arrive. Of course you all had to go home and change.

You decided to go with a simple, yet effective, little black dress that showed off just enough to get men’s attention.

Thankfully you are able to score the last table. The waiter comes over and gets everyone’s drink order. You decide to stick with your favorite. You don’t want to get too drunk on the off chance you find someone to take home.

About a half hour into hot office gossip, Lucy, who is sitting across from you, taps your arm. You raise your eyebrows in question towards her.

She subtly nods her head towards the bar. “Okay I’m pretty sure the hottest guy I have ever seen is checking you out.”

You can’t help the smirk that crosses your face. “Yeah? Which one?”

“You can’t miss him. He’s fucking hot. Like no comparison to any of the other dudes sitting up there.”

You glance down at your drink and quickly finish the remainder. You stand up and adjust your dress, pushing up your breasts in the process. “Well, then I guess it’s time for a refill.” You wink and turn to make your way towards the bar.

It doesn’t take long for you to spot him. And boy was Lucy not kidding. He was fucking hot. Brown hair, blue eyes, and a smug smirk that would normally turn you off. But on him it worked. And who even looks that good in a fucking cream colored cable knit?

You go up to the bar, not too close to Mr. Hottie of course, and patiently wait for the bartender.

Hottie McHothot not so subtly moves his gaze up and down your body. He must like what he sees. “Hey honey, have you ever raised chickens?”

Uh. That’s definitely not the first thing you expected to come out of his mouth. You look over at him with confusion on your face. “Uh, no. Why do you ask?”

He just shrugs his shoulders. “Just kinda figured you might. Cause you sure can raise a cock.”

Okay, you’ve definitely never heard that line before. You crack up. You’re pretty sure you even snorted on accident. Once you collect yourself you ask, “Has that line ever worked for you?”

The bartender makes his way over to take your order. After reordering what you had before, you turn towards Hottie and wait for his answer.

“Not sure, my buddy told it to me yesterday so this is the first time I’m using it. Did it work?”

You shrug your shoulders. “I don’t know. It was pretty cheesy.”

“Yeah, maybe. But it got you to laugh. So I’d say mission accomplished. Name’s Ransom. What’s yours, pretty girl?” He holds out his hand for you to shake.

Ransom. Now where have you heard that name before? You accept his hand shake. You can’t help but notice how much bigger his hands are than yours. Jesus. You could already feel your panties getting wet.

“My name’s Y/N. Ransom, that sounds familiar. Do I know you?”

He releases your hand and goes to take a sip of his bourbon. “Well, I guess that depends. Do you read magazines or have you seen the side of the city bus lately?”

You quickly wrack your brain. You don’t read many magazines. But the bus drives by you everyday on your walk to work. Holy shit! That’s it! He’s in his underwear on the side of the bus. You’ve drooled over that picture plenty of times.

“Oh, yeah! I remember now! I’ve seen you on the bus! What’s it an ad for? I can never really get past the almost naked man. A bit distracting on my way to work.”

He smirks as he briefly glances down at your breasts. “I’m glad you know my work. It’s an ad for Calvin Klein. For their new line of men’s briefs. Sorry I’ve been a distraction.” He sends you a wink.

Fuck. He was a model. And a popular one at that if he’s in an ad for Calvin Klein.

“I didn’t say I minded. You can make it up to me you know.” You wink back. Holy shit. Were you really flirting with a model?

“Yeah? Well, how about we get out of here and I’ll show you a fully naked man.”

Okay. Cheesy line number 2. Was that really going to work on you?

Yes.

Yes it was.

“Let me just go grab my purse.”

Drink forgotten, you go back to your table as quickly as you can without looking desperate. “Sorry, girls. But this is where I leave you.”

Janet glances down at her phone. “We haven’t even been here an hour yet! Where are you going?”

You send her a wink. “I’m leaving with that guy! You guys know him! Remember that ad on the side of the bus?”

They all turn their gaze to him. And they all make it very obvious. He just waves and sends them a smirk.

“Holy fucking shit! That’s the new Calvin Klein guy! Oh my god you lucky bitch!”

“Wait! Listen. We’ll let you go on one condition.”

You furrow your brows in confusion. “Okay?”

Janet gives you a naughty smirk. “On Monday I’ll need a report on if they had to stuff his briefs to get that delicious looking bulge or not.”

You give her a naughty smirk of your own. “I can totally do that.”

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Monday morning you were all smiles as you stepped off the elevator and headed towards your desk. You give Janet a wink as you pass by her. She quickly makes her way over just as you sit down. “Um, excuse me hoe. But is that the same dress you were wearing Friday night?”

You quickly grab the cardigan you always keep in your desk out and put it on and button it up, attempting to look a little more professional. “Maybe.”

Janet opens her mouth in shock. “You stayed the whole weekend with him? You little slut! How was it?”

You turn on your computer and grab for the expense report of Steve’s you left in your to-do pile. Then you turn towards your nosy coworker. “Well, if you must know, yes. I did stay the whole weekend with him. And I’m pretty sure I was in an orgasm-induced coma the whole time. It’s all kind of a rough, sticky, mind-blowing blur.”

“Are you going to see him again?”

You shrug your shoulders as you put in your login information on the computer. “I haven’t decided yet. While the sex was the best I’ve ever had, he’s kind of an ass. Talked about himself and all the famous people he’s hooked up with since becoming a model. I honestly kept initiating sex just to make him shut up.”

She gives you a look like you’re stupid. “I’m not seeing the issue here. So what if he talks about himself a lot? The sex was amazing. You need to lock that down girl.”

You roll your eyes at her. “That’s the thing, Janet. He doesn’t do relationships. He told me so multiple times. Plus I’m pretty sure he was texting another chick in between our ‘sessions’. I suppose if I’m desperate, I’ll get a hold of him.”

“You know you could always just have him on backup for sex. Like a friends with benefits situation.”

“Janet, I’m in my late 20s. I’m too old for that kind of relationship.”

“Exactly, you’re in your late 20s! This is the perfect time for that kind of relationship before you settle down and get married! Have one last final hoorah!”

“I can’t have this conversation before caffeine. I’m going to get coffee. You act like I’m dying soon or something.” You turn to walk away but then remember you were supposed to tell her something. “Oh yeah and by the way. The bulge is definitely not stuffed.”

You give her a wink and then head to the break room for some much needed coffee. When you see who’s in there, you almost contemplate going downstairs to a different break room.

Steve is standing at the counter, preparing his coffee. He turns when he hears you come in and gives you a once over. “Well, look what the cat dragged in.”

You grab a mug out of the cabinet beside him. “Sorry my appearance isn’t up to your standards today, Rogers. I was a little...busy this weekend.”

He takes a sip of his coffee to make sure it’s right. Then he moves out of your way so you can get to the coffee, but still staying close. “Busy getting run over by a truck? Cause that’s kind of what you look like.”

You pour yourself a generous amount of coffee and take a long sip, letting the bitter liquid slowly make you human. “Yeah, well. I was busy getting fucked all weekend, Rogers. But I know your little innocent mind wouldn’t know what that’s like.”

That wipes the stupid little smirk right off his face. He almost looks pissed. He moves even closer to you. Almost pressing himself right up against you. So close that you can smell his coffee-scented breath. If you were wearing panties, they’d be ruined.

“Not all of us feel the need to sleep around. Some of us are looking for a real connection. Not just a one night stand of meaningless, mediocre sex.”

You press yourself just a little closer to him, his chest now touching yours. “Oh, it was anything but mediocre. Maybe if you actually got some, you’d know what that feels like.”

He leans his head down until his mouth is next to your ear, his left hand now resting on your hip. “You really need to stop insinuating that I’m a virgin sweetheart. If you were nicer to me, I’d show you that I know how to fuck.” With that he backs up and heads out of the break room.

You let out the breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding. Jesus Christ. You swear you almost came.

And if you were nicer to him? Fuck him. He’s not nice to you either. That’s okay. You have someone who can scratch this itch.

You pull out your phone and send a quick text.

To: Fuckboi

You busy tonight? I could really use a release.

The reply came almost immediately.

From: Fuckboi

Didn’t get enough of my cock this weekend huh? I suppose I could make myself available.

You roll your eyes and quickly reply with your address and what time to be over.

The rest of the day passes by slowly. It takes you half the day to enter Steve’s expense report. God he’s descriptive. At least it’s completed. You can’t really say that much for the other Avengers. They usually half assed them and made them barely acceptable.

You are shutting down for the day when Steve approaches your desk. You remove your glasses and look at him expectantly. “Is there something I can help you with, Steve?”

A blush creeps it’s way across his cheeks. “Um, I was actually just wondering if you had time to go over the new expense report forms? They should be a lot easier to fill out.”

You glance down at the clock on your computer. Ransom is going to be at your place in about 20 minutes.“Can we do it tomorrow? I have company that’ll be showing up at my apartment in like 20 minutes.”

His hopeful smile falls. His face is now unreadable. “Would your company happen to be whoever you spent the weekend with?”

Confused, you grab for your purse after getting your computer shut down. “Actually, yes. Should I have asked your permission first?” You attempt a joke to ease the sudden tension.

He pulls out his phone and starts typing furiously. Wow. You weren’t aware he knew how to text. You hear it ping with a reply before he angrily puts it back in his pocket. “Sure, we can do this tomorrow. Wouldn’t want to get in the way of your whoreing around.”

Your jaw drops in surprise. Sure you guys were always throwing jabs at each other. But he’d never said anything like this before. And in such a mean tone.

You round your desk and stand right in front of him. “Fuck you, Steve.”

You hurry towards the elevators before he can see the tears that have welled up. You couldn’t let him know he had that power over you. Asshole. Thank god Ransom was coming over. Hopefully he could fuck what Steve just said right out of your head.

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You’ve lost count of how many orgasms Ransom has pulled from you with his mouth when there’s a knock on your door.

Ransom looks up at you from his kneeling position on your living room floor. “Did you invite someone else to join us, pretty girl?”

You scoff and push him away so you can stand up. You pull your dress down as you make your way towards the door. “Yeah. I can barely handle just you. I’m pretty sure if we added someone else, I’d actually die.”

You open the door and gasp in surprise. “Steve? What are you doing here?”

He rubs the back of his neck nervously. “Look, I know you probably already have company but I felt really bad about what I said to you earlier today and wanted to apologize.”

You have so many questions. “How did you know where I lived?”

That sheepish smile makes its appearance again. “I may or may not have looked in your employee file.”

You shake your head. “And you felt the need to come all the way here and apologize? Why not just text me?”

“It would only have felt right to me to do it in person. I really am sor-”

You feel a pair of arms wrap around you from behind. “Well, who do we have here? Why is Captain America at your door?”

You turn your head to address Ransom. “He just came by to apologize to me. I think he was just leaving.”

Steve has a disappointed look on his face. “Yeah, I suppose I was.”

“Awe, what a shame. I thought you were gonna ask him to join us, pretty girl.”

Steve’s eyes grow wide at the thought. You quickly speak up. “No, I don’t think he’d be comfortable with that. He’s a little old fashioned.” You give him a sincere smile. You didn't think that was a bad thing.

Steve looks back towards the elevators and then back to you. He clears his throat. “What if I wanted to join you?” Seeing your wide eyed look, he quickly adds, “Only if Y/N would be comfortable with that of course.”

You contemplate what the consequences could be in your head. But then you get distracted when Ransom starts grinding his hard on against your ass. “Come on, pretty girl. Make a decision.”

The next word comes out of your mouth faster than what your brain can process. “Okay.”

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Now you were standing awkwardly in your bedroom with Steve and Ransom looking at you expectantly.

You’ve never done this before so you’re not sure how this is supposed to go. “So, um. How do we start exactly?”

Ransom smirks and comes up behind you. “I think you should call the shots, pretty girl. If you’re okay with that, Steve?”

With the mention of his name, he walks towards you and places his hands on your hips. “I think that’s a great idea. Can I kiss you now?” He places his hand under your chin and raises your face up to meet his. “I’ve waited a long time for this, sweetheart.” With that, his lips meet yours. It’s explosive. You quickly wrap your hands around his neck and press yourself up against him.

You get so lost in the kiss, you forget that Ransom is there. That is until he presses his lips against your neck and presses himself against your ass. It presses you even further against Steve, making you feel his excitement against your lower belly.

You’re so overwhelmed already and you’d barely started. You may not survive this evening.

As you move your hands down to remove Steve’s shirt, Ransom is unzipping your dress, pressing kisses to every inch of exposed skin.

Without breaking the kiss, Steve moves his hands around to unhook your bra so he can get his hands on your breasts. He pinches your nipples, causing you to moan into his mouth. He moves his lips to your neck, sucking on your pulse point.

After successfully removing your dress, Ransom stands back up and turns your head to connect your lips. He starts rutting his clothed hard on against your naked ass. His left hand reaches around to bat one of Steve’s away so he can squeeze your breast.

Steve takes the hand that had been swatted away and moves it down to your soaking wet core. He starts lightly circling your clit. Just enough pressure to make you mewl.

You reach behind you with your left hand and tug at the waistband of Ransom’s briefs. “Off.” You moan out as you take your right hand and start attempting to take off Steve’s jeans. He smirks into your neck and helps you out. He barely gets them unbuttoned and unzipped before you’re reaching your hand into them and his boxers to grab his cock. It feels big.

Ransom grabs your left hand and places it on his now free cock. You wrap your hand around it and give it a squeeze before you start pumping your hand up and down. You do the same to Steve’s, making the both of them let out grunts against both sides of your neck. Steve increases the pressure on your clit a little. Still not enough.

“Nee-need, you. Please.” You weakly moan out. Ransom moves his mouth up to your ear. “How do you want us, pretty girl?”

You reluctantly pull away from both of them so you can think. You decide to be greedy. You point to Steve. “I want you to lay on the bed, please.”

He does as you ask. Putting his hands behind his head as he awaits further instructions.

You get on the bed and straddle him. You turn around and reach your arm out for Ransom. “Want you behind me.” You lean over and open your bedside drawer to grab the lube and toss it at Ransom. He smirks as he straddles Steve’s legs and gets behind you. He uncaps the lube and starts coating his cock with a generous amount. “Need my cock in that ass, pretty girl?”

You hold up your hand. “Wait.” You lean down towards Steve and give him a quick kiss. “Are you okay with this?”

He nods his head. “As long as you are.” You raise back up and smile at him. You turn your head and look at Ransom. “I’m assuming you're okay with this?”

He just smirks and squeezes some lube out so that it slides down the crack of your ass. “More than okay, pretty girl. Need me to stretch you out first?”

You smirk and pull him in for a quick, filthy kiss. “I think it got plenty stretched out this weekend.”

He matches your smirk. “You little slut. Wanting both of our cocks stuffing you full.”

You whimper as he lands a smack on your ass. Leaning up on your knees, you grab a hold of Steve’s cock and start running his tip up and down your folds. He places his left hand on your right hip and his right hand on your left thigh. “Condom?”

You quickly shake your head and pause your actions. “On the pill. Unless of course you’d be more comfortable with one.”

He shakes his head. “No, just making sure.”

You turn back to Ransom. “I’ll let you know when I’m ready for you.”

He nods and places his hands on your shoulders, waiting somewhat patiently.

You slowly sink down on Steve’s cock. He’s stretching you out so deliciously. It burns in just the right way. Ransom may be longer, but Steve is definitely thicker.

After you get fully seated on him, you take a minute to adjust. It only takes a few seconds. You turn your head towards Ransom. “Okay, I’m ready.”

He removes his right hand from your shoulder and grabs the base of his cock and starts pressing against the tight ring of muscle. He’d been in there a lot over the weekend. But it was still a tight fit regardless. He doesn’t go as slow and sheaths himself to the hilt, causing you to moan out in slight pain and pleasure.

Holy fuck. You feel so full. You think you might die. That is until Ransom removes his cock until just the tip remains and then forcefully thrust back in, causing you to grind on Steve’s dick.

Steve grunts out from the movement and starts thrusting up into you the best he can from his position. Ransom wraps his left arm around you and continues his thrusts, not letting up his pace. You don’t even really have to move, the both of them doing it for you. They somehow find the perfect rhythm. Each of them pulling out and pushing in at the same time. One of your hands is behind you, resting on the back of Ransom’s head while the other is resting on Steve’s chest.

Steve sits up suddenly and pulls you in for a kiss. “Like being stuffed with both of our cocks, pretty girl?” You hear from behind you. “Yes. So good. So full. Gonna cum.”

Ransom removes his arm from around you and reaches down and starts circling your clit. “Do it. Cum all over us. Make a mess.”

Steve can feel you squeezing him. “Please, sweetheart. Need to feel you cum on my cock. You’re gripping me so good.”

You explode. You clamp your eyes shut, seeing stars behind your eyelids. You let the both of them fuck you through it.

Ransom’s hips stutter. The fluttering around his cock is too good. He cums with a shout of your name, filling up your ass to the brim. He gives you a few more thrusts before he pulls out and collapses beside you two.

Steve’s been patient while you come down from your high. He lays back down, pulling you with him so that your chest to chest. He bends his knees and grabs onto your hips. “You ready, sweetheart?” You raise up, both of your hands on each side of his head. You give him a nod.

That’s all he needs. He starts fucking you, hard and fast, chasing his release. He can feel it building. He just needs to feel you come undone around him again. He moves one of his hands and starts circling your clit with his thumb. “Need you to cum for me again, Y/N.”

You shake your head. “Can’t. Too much.”

Ransom sits up beside you. “I know what she needs.” He reaches over with his left hand and wraps it around your throat, squeezing gently.

It makes you clench down on Steve’s cock. “Yeah? That all you needed, sweetheart? A hand wrapped around your pretty throat? I know you like it. Can feel you squeezing me.” He picks up his pace. The only sounds that can be heard are his grunts, your breathy monas, and skin slapping against skin.

It doesn’t take long for your orgasm to hit you. This one is somehow even more intense than the last.

You must’ve blacked out for a few seconds because the next thing you know, you’re waking up in between Steve and Ransom.

Steve smiles down at you. “There she is. We lost you for a second, sweetheart.”

You feel drunk. You smile goofily up at him. “Did you cum?”

Just as you ask that, you can feel his release seeping out of your overused cunt. Then you feel cum leaking out of your ass. You hide your face behind your hands in embarrassment. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

Ransom removes one hand while Steve removes the other. “Nuh uh uh. No hiding allowed, pretty girl. I have no regrets.” He looks at Steve. “Do you?”

Steve smiles down at you and leans down to press a soft kiss against your lips. “None from me. You tired, sweetheart?”

You let out a big yawn and nod your head, slowly closing your eyes. “Get some rest, pretty girl.” That’s the last thing you hear before sleep takes you.

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You wake up sometime in the early morning, stretching out your sore limbs. You know you have a dumb smile on your face. But you can’t help but notice your empty bed.

You sit up and hiss at the deliciously sore feeling between your legs. You grab your robe and slip it on. You can smell coffee coming from the kitchen. You giddily make your way out of the room and down the hallway. They both barely just come into view, still unaware you’re there, when you hear Steve speak.

“I thought you were going to be an asshole to her? Make her see I’m not that bad.”

You hear Ransom next. “I was an asshole to her. I’m sorry I dicked her down so good that she wanted more.”

Steve scoffs. “I never gave you the okay to fuck her!”

“You also didn’t tell me it was off limits. Look you got what you wanted right?”

“No, actually I didn’t. I didn’t pay you so we could have a threesome together.”

What the fuck? Steve paid Ransom to help him get in your pants?

“Ok, how about this? I’ll give you all of your money back if I can fuck her one more time before I go? Then we’ll be squared away.”

Steve seems to be conflicted. “Fine! But this is the last time Ransom. I have to get to work anyway. After this, she’s mine. And make sure she’s not late for work herself.”

Before you have time to react, Steve rounds the corner and sees you standing there. He has a deer caught in headlights look. Ransom comes up beside him and sees you. “Oh, honey, you weren’t supposed to see that.”

You slowly start backing up towards your bedroom. Steve moves towards you, stopping once you put your hands up. “Stay away from me! Both of you! I want nothing to do with either of you!”

Ransom moves past Steve and grabs onto your arms. “Oh, please. You’d fuck us again if we wanted. Wouldn’t you?”

You spit in his face. “Fuck you, Hugh.”

He gets a sinister look on his face. “Wrong move, pretty girl.” He looks toward Steve. “Don’t worry, I’ll fuck the brat out of her. You better tell her boss she won’t be in today.”

Your eyes go wide at his words. You start thrashing against him, trying your best to get away. Steve has had enough. He comes over and yanks you away from him and presses you against the wall. “You better calm down, sweetheart. I’ll treat you like a princess if you can be my good girl. Can you do that?”

You shake your head. “Why would you think I’d want anything to do with you after finding out you paid someone to help get into my pants?”

He gives you an evil smirk. “Because if you don’t, I’ll just have to release the tape of last night on the internet. Let everyone see how much of a slut you actually are.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “You’re bluffing.”

He smirks and turns his head towards Ransom. “Show her.”

Ransom gets his phone out of his pocket and swipes at the screen for a second before turning it in your direction.

Holy shit. They weren’t bluffing. There you were, getting fucked by the both of them. That would ruin you if it got out. Not only would you get fired, but your parents would probably disown you. You’d never have a normal relationship again. You’re fucked. Even more than you were last night. How had you not noticed they were recording it?

Ransom must have read your mind. “I set my phone up while you were busy with Steve’s fingers on your cunt and his tongue down your throat. I think you need to ask her again Steve.”

Steve grabs your chin and moves your gaze onto his face. “I’ll ask you again. Are you going to be my good girl? Let Ransom fuck you one more time and then it’ll just be me and you?”

You drop your gaze to the floor. You feel a tear run down your cheek as you whisper out, “I’ll be your good girl.”

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Summary: buck runs into his ex fling, taylor kelly, leaving you to feel like nothing but a second choice

AN: inspired by the winter finale of 911

You were a catch. You were smart, had a good job, beautiful. Guys were lining up to date you and yet the man you wanted to be with didn’t want you.

It seemed to everyone around you that the two of you were meant to be but to Buck, it wasn’t that obvious. He didn’t see how you looked at him, didn’t hear how you talked about him. Clearly, he didn’t know how you felt about him.

So, you stuck it out. You put your feelings on the back burner and just decided to be his friend. If he wanted to be with you, he would.

But you couldn’t ignore the feeling in your chest when he told you he was having dinner with Taylor Kelly.

“We got to talking at that call and then Albert said him and Veronica were having dinner and I just, called and asked if she wanted to come.” Buck explained. “And she said yes?” You asked.

“Yeah, she seemed on board. Maybe this is the universe telling me something.” He said. “The universe? You’ve never believed in that stuff.” You told him. “But this is Buck 3.0. I’m all for a change.” Buck answered. “When is this dinner again?” You asked. “Wednesday at 6.” He said. 

“Oh.” You muttered quietly. Wednesday was your birthday. And it seemed that Buck was caught up in bettering himself and finding someone that he had completely forgotten about you. But you had enough trying to remind him and get him to see that you were right there the whole time. 

You swallowed the lump in your throat as you looked at the mug in your hands. “You okay?” He asked. “Uh, yeah. I think I’m gonna head home. I have a long shift tomorrow.” You said, rising from your seat.

“You just got here.” Buck pointed out. “Buck, I just, I gotta go.” You said in a more stern manner. He looked at you with furrowed eyebrows and watched you leave his apartment.

You let out a large sigh as you got in your car before the tears came.

How were you so unlucky that the guy you were head over heels for, wanted someone else? He wanted someone else so much, he forgot about her birthday. When you were right there through everything? You were there through Abby leaving, Ally breaking up with him, the lawsuit against the department, his parents, everything. And yet you were left on the back burner. 

You always put his feelings above your own, not because you felt like you should. But because you cared about him and if he was happy, you were happy. Though, the more you thought about it, the more you realized that he sometimes didn’t give you that same courtesy. 

Your day was like the day from hell. Everything that could go wrong in your line of work, went completely wrong. To make matters worse, you had lost one of your favorite patients. She had stage 3 leukemia but she never let that change her personality. 

She made going to the hospital after shifts worth while because at least you got to spend time with her. But the cancer was too aggressive for the chemo and she died in her sleep that night. You tried not to let losses get to you but she had been your patient since you started volunteering at the hospital. You were really hoping you’d see her remission but the universe had other plans. 

All you wanted to do was lay on the couch with Buck and just cry. You got in your car and dialed his number, getting a few rings before he picked up. “Hey, you!” He greeted you. “Hey, do you maybe want to come over later? I’ve had the worst day. I lost a patient and-” You started before he cut you off. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N, I can’t. I have a date tonight, trying to put myself back out there.” He said. “I can come over after.” He added. “No, forget it. It’s fine.” You said. “You sound upset.” Buck said. “I’m fine, Buck. Enjoy your date.” You replied before hanging up the phone. 

Since that evening, you had been avoiding Buck like the plague. On shifts, you wouldn’t talk to him. Sticking to Chimney and Hen like glue to avoid any conversation with Buck. 

You went so far to ask to ride in the ambulance to calls, rather than in the fire engine like usual. It wasn’t odd for you to be in the ambulance because you were an EMT but you usually rode with the rest of the team.

“Does anyone know why Y/N won’t ride with us anymore?” Buck asked his crew. “Are you that dumb?” Hen asked. “Hen,” Bobby started. “It’s because of you, dude.” Eddie answered. “Me? What did I do?” Buck questioned. “Well, you blow her off all the time, completely ignore her feelings and ditch her for dates and you’re so oblivious you can’t see that she’s totally in love with you.” Eddie explained. “When you were hurt in the hospital, she didn’t come to work for days because she didn’t want you the throw a clot. She had to work triple shifts just to make enough to pay her rent because of all the days she missed sitting with you. Did you ever thank her for that?” Bobby added. “Well, no, but-” He started. 

“And when she lost her favorite patient, Emily, did you ask her if she was okay?” Bobby asked. “I-I couldn’t I had a date. And she didn’t say it was Emily.” Buck said, trying to defend yourself. “If you don’t reciprocate her feelings, that’s fine. But she’s your best friend. And as her best friend, you are supposed to be there when she needs you. She shouldn’t have to explain herself.” Bobby concluded. “You also forgot her birthday.” Chimney added as they all got out of the engine. 

The rest of his shift, Buck tried getting you to talk to him. But it was always, ‘I’m busy, Buck’ or ‘Can’t talk, we’re working.’ He’d given up when he tried to stop you after a call and you had given him a look he had never seen before. 

The guilt was eating him alive. He was a terrible friend to you and he thought being with you was a pipe dream. Until Hen and Eddie told him you loved him. But regardless of your feelings for him, you had done so much for him and he didn’t realize it until you were gone. 

That night, Buck went over to Taylor’s to gain more perspective on what he could do to fix what he royally screwed up. 

“I don’t know what to do. She hasn’t talked to me in weeks. We’ve never gone this long without talking.” Buck explained to Taylor.

“Well, you did forget her birthday. And not give it a second thought that she was hurting over the loss of a patient.” She said. “That’s not helping.” He replied. “You asked for my help and I’m being honest. You really hurt her. She almost got evicted because she was so worried about you. The first person she wanted to be with after her friend died was you and you went on a date instead.” Taylor said. “I know. I tried to talk to her but she won’t answer any of my calls or texts. She won’t even look at me anymore.” Buck said. 

“You are so stupid sometimes.” Taylor laughed. “What?” Buck asked. “She has feelings for you. Why else would she get so upset? If she only saw you as a friend, you would be getting screamed at not avoided.” She explained.

“Everyone keeps saying that but there’s no way Y/N has feelings for me. She’s...perfect. Perfect doesn’t fall for damaged goods.” Buck rebutted. “Trust me, she loves you.” Taylor told him. “And do you love her?” She asked. “Of course I do. But being with her seemed like it was too good to happen so I tried to move on. I guess I tried so hard I ended up hurting her anyways.” Buck answered. 

“Then tell her. And do a whole lot of graveling while you’re at it.” Taylor said. 

Buck quickly left the apartment and got into his car driving like a bat out of hell. When he arrived at your apartment, he didn't even bother to park in the parking stall correctly, his main focus was just getting to you.

When he finally reached your door, he knocked on it rather harshly and heard the sound of your urgent footsteps coming to find out who it was.

"Buck? What are you doing here?" You asked. Buck couldn't even find the words to answer because he was more focused on what you were wearing.

You had on a formed fitting red dress, your hair was curled and flowing over your shoulders and you looked beautiful.

"Wh-Why are you dressed like that?" He stammered. "I have a date." You answered. "You have a date? With who?" Buck asked. "Emily's brother. We became close when Emily had chemo and after she died we kept in tough. Why are you here?" You questioned.

"Don't go on the date. Please, for the love of god, don't go on that date. Because I love you, Y/N. I was too stupid to see it until you weren't around anymore. And I was terrible to you. I was supposed to be your best friend and I was so worried about my own life I dnd't even ask you how you were doing and oh my god I missed your birthday." Buck rambled.

"Slow down, Buckley, and talk to me at a normal rate, please." You said.

Buck took a deep breath and looked at you intently. "I'm in love with you. I-I always have but being with you always seemed like a pipe dream because you're perfect. You have always been perfect and you know that I'm not." Buck explained.

"Exactly. I've seen you at your worst and I still love you but even as your best friend you never gave me the time of day. Missing my birthday to go to dinner with Taylor Kelly. Brushing me off after Emily died because you had a date." You laughed bitterly. "I have stood by you no matter what. But god forbid I need you once in a while." You added.

"And I am so sorry, Y/N. You have every right to be upset with me, I'm upset with me. I'm pissed off at myself because I didn't realize what I had until it was too late." Buck replied. "Evan, do you understand the situation you just put me in? I get to go on a date with a great guy, one who actually pays attention and then the man I've been in love with for years, shows up at my doorstep to tell me he loves me back." You started.

Buck's facial expression fell, fearing the worst and anticipating you telling him that you'd moved on and he was too late.

"And I have to call that guy and tell him that I can't make it. Because the person I actually want to be with is right here." You finished.

The light in Buck's eyes returned at your words, looking at you with a gentle smile.

"Really?" He asked. "Yes, really and please don't make me regret it. You've screwed up a lot lately, let's not add us to the list." You said. "So there's an us now?" Buck questioned. "I-If that's okay with you." You stuttered. "It's absolutely okay with me." Buck said with a smile.

"I guess I got all dressed up for nothing." You sighed, letting Buck inside your apartment.

Buck was quiet for a moment as he watched you take your heels off and your earrings, placing them on the table by the door. "Then let's not make it for nothing. Let me take you out on our first official date." He said.

"Besides, I need to see you in that dress more often." He added a smirk on his face. "Alright then, Buckley. Take me on a date. You have a lot to make up for." You smiled, offering him your hand.

Buck took your hand in his, happily, and held you steady as you put your shoes back on. “Trust me, Y/N, it’ll be the best date you’ve ever been on.” He said. 

In the moment, you laughed at his words but after the date had concluded and all was said and done, it had indeed been the best date you have ever been on. 

[asmutwriter]

Welcome to the Freak Show (Part 8)

Eddie x Reader

WORD COUNT: 2847

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WARNINGS: Short scene of violence (one guy gets punched), swearing, kissing, smoking, underage drinking

DISCLAIMERS

-  This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand

A few days had passed. You were sat at lunch with Alice. A handsome guy walks over to you and sits opposite you as he smiles. You smile back at him “Hey. I’m Jay. You’re Liz right?” you nod “I umm. I wondered if you wanted to go see a movie or something this weekend?” he shyly says. You smile softly at him

“Thank you so much for the offer but I’m not really looking for anything like that...” he nods, looking down slightly

“Cool. That’s fine”

“I’m sorry, it’s not personal I just... I’m not looking for a relationship right now” he nods and smiles at you

“No its fine. I get it. Would you want to hang out anyway some time? As friends that is” you nod

“As friends yes. Sometime next week maybe? I’m not sure when I’m working” he nods

“Well, when you know what days you can do come and tell me, yeah?” you nod and smile as he stands up. He walks past Chris who calls out to him as he stands

“Jay. What were you doing mate?”

“Excuse me?”

“You asking out my girl, huh?”

“I thought you two broke up...?” he looks confused as Chris grabs him by the collar of his shirt. You stand up, going over to the two boys

“She’s mine, got it?” he nods, his arms up in defines.

“I was just curious about what she was doing this weekend. That’s all dude. She’s not free anyway” he scoffs as you reach them. You place a hand on Chris’s shoulder

“Let him go” he looks at you “Now” he drops him, you turn to Jay “Are you ok?” he nods, adjusting his clothes. Muttering under his breath. Chris hears him talking, turning around and threatening to punch him. You grab his fist, “No!” he looks at you, sadness filling his eyes. You are aware of the whole room watching you as you talk to him “I am sorry but you can’t control who I speak to. We aren’t dating anymore. We won’t ever date again. I am sorry if that hurts you, truly. But you need to move on with your life. For both of our sanities” he looks down, fests clenching.

“I love you...”

“I used to...” You hear someone mutter something again, behind Chris this time. Before you can stop him, he turns around. Punching the poor person straight in the nose. Teachers come over, having heard the commotion beforehand. They take you 4 away from the scenario, taking the kid with the bleeding nose to the nurse as you and the other 2 boys get taken to the principal.

-

It’s official. Chris has been expelled in defiantly for threatening and violent behaviour. He had the rest of the day (only 2 more lessons left) before he was banned from entering school property. The councillor spoke to you, saying you could try and get a legal thing against him for your safety but you didn’t. Instead you carried on your day as normal. The next 2 lessons you had all your old friends coming up to you and speaking to you, asking to hang out, which you agreed. They all said that how Chris behaved was crossing the line. The only one who didn’t make plans with you was Jessica and her two closest friends. The rest of the group, about 5 boys and 3 girl, all made plans with you. Even asked for you to hang out with them again at lunch time on Monday.

You felt much loved whilst you were at school. Everyone who had hated you a few months ago liked you and you had your social standings once again. However, when you got home the drama from your school made your home seem quiet. Too quiet. You felt unsafe here. Worried that Chris would find you and do god knows what when he did. You hide your face into your hands before, feeling tears start to prick your eyes. You go over to the phone, dialling in Alice’s number. Needing to chat to someone. Have someone near. But no answer. You cry out in frustration, before your eyes go to the little note by your phone. A number written onto it. You wipe your nose on your sleeve, dialling the numbers. A few rings pass before it gets picked up “Hello?” you let out a small sob at the comfort of his voice

“Eddie?” You sniffle slightly “Its Liz”

“Are you ok?” you nod slightly, resting your head against the wall

“I’m ok. Just needed to talk to a friend. Are you free at the moment?”

“Yes. Of course”

“Can you come over...?” you whisper out, more tears falling down your cheeks.

“I’ll be at yours in 10 minutes, ok?” you nod

“Thank you Eddie...” you whisper, hearing him hang up. You sit impatiently inside your house. What seemed like several hours but probably only a few minutes there is a knock on the door. You go over, opening it and embracing the long haired boy. Digging your head into his shoulder as you take in the comforting smell of smoke and his leather. He wraps his arms around you and after a few minutes of silent hugging he walks in, shutting the door behind him as he goes over to the sofa. One arm stays wrapped round you the whole time. Bringing you onto his lap, your body turned towards his but your les outstretched on the sofa. His in a normal sitting positon under you as one hand goes around your back and the other rests on your thigh, gently stroking it. He cradles you like this as you hide in the crook of his neck. You sit like this for what you reckon is an hour before you hear your stomach. He chuckles slightly. The seriousness of the room dying down a little as your belly grumbles. He picks you up bridal style before gently placing you on the sofa. He kneels beside you, taking your hands in his as he talks

“I’m going to go make some food, ok? Then we can watch some movies” you nod as he stands up, going to your kitchen you hear him opening cupboards. You grab a blanket, placing it over yourself as you pull it up close to you. He walks back in. Two plates of toast and jam in hand. He places them both down on the coffee table, taking his jacket off and placing it on the floor before he goes over to your movie collection. “Any suggestions?”

“I don’t want to force you to watch something you won’t like...”

“Don’t be silly. How about... Sound of Music? That’s a jolly film right?” he grabs it out and holds it up, turning to face you as you nod. He goes over to your TV, placing the video in as he then comes and sits down next to you, letting you rest your legs over him as you both eat and watch the film. Halfway through the film, you reach your hand out and take his in yours. Holding it for the entirety of the rest of the film. 

The film finishes and you realise not one of you has said a word to each other since the film started. “Do you- what time do you need to get home?” 

“I don’t have a set time I need to be back” you nod, the hand that’s holding his gently tracing over his various rings. 

“Can you stay the night please...? I’m scared to be alone tonight” he nods, using the hand that you were holding to pull you up to a sitting positon and hugging you. 

“I can stay with you this weekend if you want?” you nod, hiding your face in his shoulder

“I’d really like that” he nods, kissing the top of your head and looking at the time

“Come on. We should get to bed” he stands up, hand outstretched to you “I will probably go back tomorrow, just to grab some fresh clothes and tell my uncle where I am but you can come with me and then we can come back here” you nod, taking his hand as he takes you into your bedroom. “I’ll be on the couch. Come and get me if you need anything” he smiles, turning away from you as you grab his wrist

“Please... please stay in here with me...” you look down shyly. He looks at you, nodding slowly. 

“I’ll leave so you can get dressed. I’ll be just outside the door, ok?” you nod, letting his arm go as he goes outside, shutting the door behind him. You strip your clothes off. Placing your oversized shirt over your body as your pyjamas. You go over and open the door, walking over to your mirror as you take your makeup off. Placing your hair in a bun as he walks in. You go and get underneath the covers on your bed. Looking at him and grabbing towards him. He comes over, you lift the covers up as he gets in next to you. You face him

“Thank you for this”

“It’s what friends are for right?” you nod. Yawning and covering your mouth. You take a hold of his hand once again, it comforting you as you lie on your back and shut your eyes. You feel him link his fingers with yours. His body still facing towards you as you hear his breathing start to soften. You fall asleep to the sound of it. 

-

When you wake up, you feel his fingers intertwined with yours still. You grunt slightly as you stretch, turning to face him. You open your eyes slightly, seeing him glancing at you as he smiles “Good morning beautiful” you smile at his words. Rubbing your face with your hand you shut your eyes again “You better not be falling asleep again” you smile, hearing him laugh slightly as he gently boops your nose “wake up, Liz. It’s the morning” you shake your head, covering his mouth. He chuckles again, feeling him move away from you, letting go of your hand. You frown slightly, opening your eyes to look at him as he stands up and stretches. “I am in desperate need of a shower. Do you mind?” you shake your head, pointing at your wardrobe

“Clean towels are in there” he nods, going over and grabbing one.

“I’ll shower, you get dressed. We go to my place so I can grab things and then we come back here and hang out” you nod

“Sounds like a good plan” he grins at you, gently patting your leg as he heads out of the room. You hear the shower start to run, taking that as a cue to stand up and go over to your drawers. Picking out fresh clothes you start to get dressed. Trousers and a tight fitted shirt. You go and look in the mirror, applying some mascara and tying your hair up into a high ponytail as you hear the shower then stop running. You go out, seeing him sitting on the sofa waiting for you. He smiles at you, standing up

“Shall we, m’lady?” he says with a smile. You nod, locking the door behind you as you both head to his van.

-

You drive to his place. You look at the trailer park houses. He pulls up by one “This is me” you nod as you both get out, heading to the house he enters. “I’ll be as quick as I can. Stay here” you nod, looking around at the place as he wonders into one of the back rooms. About 5 minutes pass and he walks back out. He writes something down on a piece of paper and uses a magnet to hold it up as he puts it on the fridge. 

“I’m sorry to be such a pain” he shakes his head, frowning slightly

“You aren’t a pain. Don’t even think for one second you are, ok?” you nod, both heading back to his car. You get in, starting to drive back to your house. “What do you want to do today then?”

“I don’t know. I think we should go and get some snacks and watch films at my house all day. I have some more horror style films that I think you’ll prefer then the one we watched last night” he chuckles

“I did enjoy The Sound of Music. More than I thought I would”

“Perfect. I just need to get you to watch Grease” he chuckle again, flipping you the bird quickly as he drives. When you get back to your place, he goes to your kitchen, opening the fridge. He takes something out, holding up a bottle of beer

“Can I have this?”

“Of course. Alice brought them round last time she was here but I don’t drink very often” he nods, grabbing another one out as well as he comes and sits down on the sofa. You pick out Jaws. Showing it to him as he nods, opening his drink and taking a sip as you start to play the movie. You go and sit next to him, putting your legs underneath you as you then lean your head on his shoulder. You feel him hesitantly put his arm around your waist as you watch the film. 

“I thought you didn’t watch horror?”

“I don’t but I can’t force you to watch all my shitty films” he laughs, running his hand up your waist slightly as a comfort thing

“You don’t have to worry about me. Honestly” you jump slightly at the film, dreading how scary it’ll be when the actual horror starts to set in. He lets out a small chuckle, taking a few sips of his beer.

-

The film finishes. You are hiding behind your hands as his arm around your waist has gotten tighter around you. He’s already drunk one, the other sitting unopened. He places the empty bottle on the table. Moving his arm from around you and going over to the TV, ejecting the video. “I’m going to have a smoke. Then film number two?” you nod

“Can we watch a happier film please? With maybe slightly less death” he laugh but nods, grabbing his jacket from the floor he pulls out his cigarettes and lighter. Going to the door and opening it, he stands, placing it into his mouth and lighting it. The door open so you can still see him. He faces you slightly, you’re now lying on the sofa, your shirt risen a bit from the angle you’re in. He traces his eyes over your body before looking back outside. This little detail doesn’t catch your gaze though as you lie on you back. Silence fills the room as you get the occasional waft of smoke hit your nostrils. A few minutes pass and he comes over to you, kneeling down by the head of the sofa and putting his head over the edge as he looks down on you, him appearing upside down due to the angle. His arms resting on the edge of the sofa. You smile up at him

“You stole my seat” he smiles at you as you nod, hiding your face with your hands. He laughs as you peak through your fingers.

“I’m not here”

“Oh no?”

“Nope” you shake your head “no one is here” he laughs, taking your hands in his and moving them from your face

“This human must just be a figment of my imagination then” you nod and bite your lip slightly, his eyes darting down to look at them as he smiles again. Eyes meeting yours. You stay looking at each other for a long while. Him over you, hands still holding yours. You let go of one of his hands, taking a hold of his shirt and pulling him down. Lips onto yours as you kiss him. The hand you let go off comes and goes by the side of your head as he positons himself more over you, the hand keeping him balanced. Your hand stays as a closed fist around his shirt as you slowly kiss each other, the taste of his cigarette and beer lingering on his tongue. The hand holding yours moves slightly, linking his fingers with yours. He pulls away, his eyes scan down the length of your body as he smiles before placing a kiss to your lips again “Come on” you shake your head

“No, I don’t wanna move” you whine out as he laughs

“You need to move, come on” you pout at him, making him laugh more. He lets go of your hand, going over and putting in another film. You watch him as he comes back over, lifting your head up so he can sit underneath you and allowing your head to rest on his lap. He grabs a blanket and puts it over your body, gently stroking your hair as the next film plays. 

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