#'heyyyy so i forgot i have bones again...'

[sunsetcorvid]

imagine spending 33 years without bones and suddenly you're put into the body of a 50-something year-old man

look. hector fucked up big time but i don't think i'd wish that kind of shit on my worst enemy 😭

[lantanasmuttyfanfics]

Heyyyy… sorry for not updating on Friday or Saturday like I promised

I just had a lot of things going on but you can expect my regular posting (hopefully) again

Anyway this is a Monster High fic with my fav couple Cleo and Deuce!!

Hope you enjoy!!

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Deuce fucking hated all these gala events and fancy parties that Cleo would invite him to. But for her and to see her happy he’d attend every single one.

So here they were now in some gala Cleo’s fathers was hosting in Boo York, he was dressed in a rather elaborate suit made by some famous Scaris designer.

Cleo was clinging onto his arm as they walked towards some delegates, she had a smile plastered on her face and he was trying to match hers.

“Good evening ms De Nile. This is?” Cleo looked up at Deuce her eyes fluttering my “my manster. Deuce Gorgan.”

He gave a slight wave as Cleo leaned her head against his arm. “Umm… pleasure.” The delegates looked him up and down not giving him an other ounce of attention before they turned back to Cleo.

“Anyway… I told the minister-.” One of the delegates started to talk but Deuce zoned out, turning to look around.

In the far corner he found Frankie and Clawdeen sipping some drinks that were being served. Noticing that he was staring Frankie waved him over.

He wanted to excuse himself but he couldn’t bring it in him to leave Cleo to fend for herself with these boring monsters.

As the clocked ticked on and the delegates continued to drone on and on, Deuce felt his snakes start to get agitated, their hissing and snapping more than enough of an indication.

Seeing this Deuce tried to calm the down by offering some punch he got from the passing by waiter but they hissed even louder.

“Deuce? Deuce are you ok.” He turned at the sound of Cleo’s enchanting voice, she stared up at him with those siren eyes of hers and Deuce nearly forgot about the problem at hand.

“My snakes are getting agitated.” Cleo nodded giving him a small squeeze on the arm before turning to look at the monsters in front of her.

“If you’ll excuse us I believe my… sister is calling us.” Without an other word Cleo pivoted on her heels, her hair whipping behind her in the process.

Once they were far enough from the delegates, Cleo let out a sigh her head falling on his shoulder as she gazed at him and his snakes.

“My precious babies. Always saving the day.” He gave her an exasperated look as she petted the head and cooed at one of his snakes.

“Seriously though I think that I would have died from boredom. Or at least died twice.” Deuce chuckled, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

“Tell me about it. Can’t wait till we leave. No offense of course!” Cleo rolled her eyes, slightly elbowing him in the ribs. “Don’t worry you’re valid in that.”

He was about to reply when a hiss from his snakes rang about. Cleo turned to look up at them her hand gently caressing as many as her fingers would allow.

“Are they upset about something.” Deuce shrugged letting out a sigh. “I don’t know baby. They’ve been on and off like this the entire night.”

Cleo tutted her head lulling to the side “maybe they’re sick?” Deuce shook his head, grabbing a bone sandwich from a tray.

“They don’t get sick unless I’m sick.” He offered the sandwich to them and they shredded it up hungrily.

They stood there in comfortable silence for a few moments, Cleo leaning against his chest and his arms wrapped around her waist.

As the stood swaying softly to the music, Cleo suddenly stood straight her eyes looking at Deuce in surprise.

Deuce who had also felt it gave her a sheepish look. “Sorry baby. You were kinda rubbing up against me.” Cleo raised her brow.

“You got hard because of a little rubbing?” Deuce smirked his eyes racking over his ghoul friend in lust. “How could I not when she looks like… like a fucking wet dream.”

Cleo felt her body heat up at his words, deciding to tease him a bit she pushed back against him pretending to fiddle with her dress as she rubbed and pushed against his growing hard on.

Deuce cursed under his breath, his hand quickly grabbing Cleo’s hips as she shoved against him particularly hardly.

Letting out a hard breath Deuce tried to think and ignore his ghoul friends ministrations, but as she turned to look at him from over shoulder that wave of lust coursed through his body.

“What’s the problem Deucy?” She fluttered her eyes in a fake innocent type way as Frankie and the others approached.

“Yeah what’s up with you.” Deuce gulped hoping his voice was clear before he answered Frankie. “Nothing. Just a bit hot in here.”

Catching on Clawdeen smirked at Cleo as she grabbed Frankie’s hand to leave, but unfortunately Frankie didn’t catch on.

“Really? I’m an actually pretty chilly and it’s not because Abbey is around.” Feeling Cleo grind against him, Deuce gave Frankie a tight lipped smile.

“Mhmm.” Was his only reply before Clawdeen made some excuse and dragged Frankie away from the pair.

Once they were out of sight Deuce grabbed Cleo’s hips, bringing his mouth down to her neck as he whispered “maybe I should sedate you for that teasing.”

Cleo knew what he meant and she felt a wave of heat course through her, early on in their relationship they had both… figured out that a nip for Deuce would extract some sort of sedative venom.

At that time it had left her so relaxed she could barely move her arm. To say she loved the feeling was an understatement.

“Well… I wouldn’t mind.” Deuce cursed again his head falling in the crook of her neck. He let out a sigh trying to take deep breaths.

“What don’t you say? let’s get out of here, I don’t think I can bare to listen to one more bore drone on and on. And besides I have something fun planned for us.”

He gave her a knowing smirk his hand traveling to her ass as he gave it a slap. Cleo gasped and turned to look at him with that look.

“Then why are we wasting time. Let’s go.” He grabbed Cleo’s hand and positioned her in front of him as he led them to the exit of the hall.

Cleo brought her hand to cover her mouth to hide her smile as they passed her family. “And where do you think you’re going.” Nefera seemed to appear out of nowhere.

Cleo suppressed an eye roll, her head tilting to the side as Deuces snakes hissed on agitation after being interrupted.

“None of your business. Now if you’ll excuse me.” Cleo shoved Nefera out of the way with her shoulder, ignoring her sisters screeches.

Once they made it outside, Cleo signaled down a taxi. Getting inside, Deuce was past the point of caring if anyone was watching them and was kissing her neck.

He was careful not to pierce the skin, not wanting to end the fun before it began. Cleo, although more conscious of her surroundings, was to past the point of caring.

She leaned into his muscular chest and draped her leg over his thigh, making sure to graze his dick as she ‘fixed’ her dress.

Speaking of, Deuce was finding it increasingly hard not to tear the dress off. Wanting nothing more than to feel her silky skin against his hands.

It really had been to long since they last had sex. What was it? 1, 2 days maybe even 12 hours. He didn’t know or care all he wanted was to have her now.

The need and lust he felt was nearly insatiable, the only cute being the feel of his ghoul friends skin against his own. And then again maybe that wasn’t enough.

The car came to a holt and Deuce quickly dragged Cleo out, his mouth attaching to her neck in seconds.

“Slow down Decue.” He ignored her, directing them to the golden doors of the hotel. “Can’t baby. Not when you look and feel so… so hot.”

Cleo felt herself get wet at his words but still peeled herself off. She gave him and his snakes a look when they both hissed.

While it wasn’t common for Deuce to hiss, he did do it when he was frustrated or annoyed. But then again that was usually suppressed by how high he would get.

Pulling him through the lobby, slapping his wondering hands once in a while, they made it into the elevator where he was on her again in seconds.

This time she didn’t stop him as he bombarded her with kisses, she let out a quite moan when he sucked at a particular spot. It was as if her head was spinning as he continued to suck at her neck.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened, seconds later Deuce was leading them out while he wrapped his hand behind Cleo’s thigh and pulled her leg up.

She wrapped her other leg around his waist as well as he now carried them to her bedroom. In the midst of his continues kissing and sucking Cleo could not care less about her ringing icoffin.

She’d deal with whoever it was later, now the only thing was important was to get this dress of off her and have Deuce on top of her.

Stumbling through her bedroom, Deuce kicked the door shut and placed Cleo down on the covers as she continued to have her legs around his waist while he stabilized himself by leaning one leg on the covers.

Cleo moaned as his wondering hands cupped her breast and pushed her down, now that she was laying on her back Deuce got ontop of her completely. His legs straddled her and he teased by softly running his hand up her inner thigh until he grazed her panties.

Gasping against his mouth Cleo returned the favor and played with the zipper of his pants, she slid the zipper down slowly, her nails grazing his dick in the process. Deuce cursed under his breath and jolted against her hand.

The room was almost silent, except the more than lustful hisses of Deuces snakes and their moans. Pulling his shirt of his body, Deuce looked Cleo in the eye as he leaned down and came between her thighs.

He grabbed her smooth legs and put the over his shoulder, kicking her shoes of in the process, as he licked a strip up her leg. Cleo shuddered at the feeling her hands gripping the sheets below, chuckling Deuce scrunched her dress at her hips and started to suck everywhere but the place she most wanted.

This was until she gutted her hips in his face and Deuce gave her a smirk before he looked at her in the eyes and licked her slit. Cleo let out a breathy moan, biting her lip as he continued to suck and lick like his life depended on it.

Cleo felt as if she was going to melt into the sheets from how hot and heavy she was feeling, each time his masterful tongue came into contact with her a new wave of warmth and slick coursing through her.

She let out a surprised moan as his tongue entered her heat, swirling and licking at her tight walls. She felt so over stimulated that she thought that she might explode right here right now, luckily for her the feeling of her orgasim was approaching fast and hard.

Noticing this, Deuce plunged in deeper his snake like tongue reaching places Cleo didn’t think existed. With her euphoria just on the cusp of falling through, Cleo put her hand over mouth too afraid someone could hear them.

Deuce didn’t let that happen as he reached up and grabbed her hand, gripping it tightly by her side. Tipping over the edge Cleo let out a half moan half scream as she felt a blinding heat travel through her. Deuce sucked and licked everything, leaving her to feel like there was nothing left in her.

“Tired already baby? Now Cleo we’ve just gotten started.” She let out a sigh and a small smile, she knew that his sex drive was high as ever and this was only the tip of the iceberg. Not that she’d complain, she just loved how high his sex drive was. He could go on for hours compared to other monsters she’d heard other girls talking about.

Locking her shaking legs around his shoulders, she ran her finger down his chest while smirking. Deuce also smirked and got up, he slowly slid his pants and underwear down until his rock hard dick was standing between them.

Cleo also sat up, she sensually pushed the strap of her dress of, looking directly at his covered eyes as she did. For show, she bit her lip and ran her fingers down her body as she pushed her tight dress down until it sat in a pool at her hips.

She suppressed a smirk as his twitching hands and bulging veins appeared before her. Finally stepping out of her dress, Cleo stood up and threw it across the room as she stood in front of his and trailed her hands up and down his body.

Deuces hands came to her hips and he walked her backwards towards the bed as he placed kisses on her neck and top of her breasts. As Cleo’s legs hit the bed, she latched her lips on to Deuce and let their tongues fight in a battle for dominance.

To win, Decue brought a finger at her still aching slit making her gasp in surprise and lose their little battle. Not that she had much of a complaint, she loved when he took control.

After a couple of minutes of continues sucking and kissing Deuce pulled apart first and turned Cleo around as he bent her over. Cleo’s eyes widened in surprise as she reached to grab onto the headboard with her ass now up in the air.

She felt Deuces heat consume her as he settled behind her, his muscular arms gripping her hips tightly. “Ready baby?” She nodded to far gone in her lust to full care for anything else as she felt his thick dick slowly penetrate her entrance.

Letting out a sigh, she gripped the headboard tightly as Deuce himself wrapped a hand around her neck as he gritted his teeth in self control. They were both panting by the time Deuce bottomed out, in his attempt for self restraint he bit his lip with his fang, just enough to hurt but not penetrate.

Once Cleo gave him the ok, he pulled nearly out before slamming back in, continued again and again his free hand messing with Cleo’s breast as she gripped the headboard tightly. Their moans and grunts mixed with the sound of the headboard banging against the wall rang around and room and neither of them had it in them to care about anyone hearing.

Feeling her climax quickly approaching, Cleo reached back and grabbed Deuce by the back of the neck. She brought him forward and smashed their lips together in a kiss of passion, lust and love. As Deuce was leaned forward in her reach Cleo decide to tease him.

She ran her fingers down the scales of his arms and he immediately responded by grunting and thrusting harshly against her. “Baby… you know… that’s sensitive.” Cleo did it again and heard his snakes hiss in delight.

“Do I?” She whispered out against his lips as he cursed under his breath. He didn’t know why but his scales had always been a very sensitive part of his body, so sensitive that one time when Cleo had accidentally brushed up against him and touched his scales he had a boner for a full hour.

And now she was using it against him and as Cleo touched his scales again he felt his climax quickly approaching. He tried to hold out for just a few seconds as Cleo suddenly came with a breathy moan, her head fallling back against his shoulder.

As Decue himself fell into a state of euphoria he leaned down without thinking and bit down against Cleo’s neck and shoulder. She gasped in surprise and slight pain as she felt her body start to go numb at the venom traveling through her.

Her arms first gave out and she was glad Deuce was holding onto her, then her legs started to give out. At that point Deuce realized what he had done and cursed loudly as he pulled her against his chest, “baby I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to bite you.” He let out a sigh as she saw her eyes dropping closed.

With her last strength, Cleo gave him a soft kiss on the cheek and whispered “it’s ok. Just be there when I wake up.” Her eyes dropped closed and her body went limp against him, sighing he untucked the covers and put Cleo under the heaps on blankets.

As he went to tuck her back in one of his snakes leaned down and gave Cleo a slipper snake kiss on her forehead. Deuce chuckled and petted the snakes head, he was glad that his snakes seemed to be in love with Cleo as much as he was. Because at the end of the day she was the ghoul he wanted to marry.

And marriage would be quite difficult if his snakes didn’t like Cleo, like how they seemed to hate Rochelle. Getting in bed next to her he wrapped his arms around her waist and moved some hair out of her face as he buried his own against the crook of her neck.

But as he felt himself slowly falling asleep, he took of his glasses and placed them on the nightstand. He blinked a couple of times before he rubbed his eyes in tiredness and laid back down and cuddled against Cleo.

He fell asleep with a content feeling in his chest. He was here with the ghoul he wanted to marry and nothing was more perfect.

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This is my first time writing about MH but I hope you enjoyed regardless!!

You can send me commissions for other MH characters or other fandoms pairings that you guys want and I’ll try write them as quickly as possible.

Anyway how do you guys feel about a Valentine x Draculaura fic. I watched ‘why do ghouls fall in love’ the other day and my lordy lord Val is just soooooo 🥵

[unbelievableholland]

Maybe tom 1 and 15 from the prompts?

A/N: Heyyyy I'm backkk! If anyone's wondering, I'm working on part 5 of Seasons of Reunions, but I kind of wanted to do the requests first. It's nice to have a different plot tbh. Helps with the writers block😅

For the requests and blurbs, I will be tagging my original tag list. For now, it will be my current permanent tag list as a default. If anyone wants to be added or removed, just tell me.

Anyway, about this request, I love the combination of prompts! It's really angsty, but tbh, I love a good angst😂

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Here for You

Summary: No matter what happens, you're not just there with each other. You're there for each other.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, mentions of blood, concussions and hospitals.

Words: 2,614

Prompts:

1. “You said that I’d get to have you all weekend. Why can’t you just tell them you can’t go?” - “Because it’s my job, and it’s important.” - “And I'm not?”

15. “Don’t tell me you’re fine, I can see the blood!”

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Today was when Tom was supposed to go home. He was out filming for Cherry for months, and throughout those months, you haven’t seen him at all. Even then though, he said he’d arranged a leave for the weekend.

He told you last night when you were FaceTiming. He misses you, and you miss him as well. Your longing for each other is just far too strong.

Or so you thought.

You’re currently cleaning up the house, walking around sweeping and washing the dishes. Feeding Tessa and playing with her for a bit. You took a leave for the whole week because you couldn’t wait to see Tom and because you’ve been working your ass off at work that you know you deserve a break.

You kind of expected Tom to go home about a month from now. Since he didn’t get breaks often or breaks long enough to fly home.

Luckily, he’s filming a bit closer to your house so he doesn’t really need to board a plane to get home to you.

You are currently taking a break from cleaning the house, sitting on the couch watching a movie with Tessa on your lap. Earlier, you were actually feeling a bit nostalgic so you put on Captain America: Civil War.

That movie was actually made around the time you met Tom, so seeing Tom on screen looking as young as he was before reminded you of the time he took you to set to meet all the actors and watch him do his stunts, trying to impress you.

Shortly after filming the movie, he finally got the balls to ask you out.

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“W-would you maybe, uhh, want to go out sometime? Y—you don’t need to o—of course! I was just wondering if—”

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You chuckle. Remembering how adorable he looked. How cute he was being that nervous trying to ask you if you wanted to go out to dinner as a date.

***

Gently, you take his hands in yours and look him in the eyes.

“Tom, I would love to go out with you”

***

The sparkle in his eyes the moment you said yes is something you will never be able to forget.

Seeing him in this movie reminded you of the time when his career wasn’t as big as it is now. You’re proud of him, really. It’s just hard going out with him anywhere. Your relationship is very much public, and because of that, you don’t go to social media as much as you did before. It’s also why Tom doesn’t want you going with him when he’s away filming. Fans can be a bit rude to you. Especially when you run into them alone.

That’s the reality that Tom forgot about. You don’t need to be with him to run into his fans. It’s somehow worse, because when Tom’s not with you, fans are a tad bit meaner. Tom doesn’t need to know that though. He’s stressed enough.

As if on cue, just when Spider-Man stole Captain America’s shield, flipped and landed perfectly on his iconic Spider-Man pose, a knock is heard on the door.

Excitedly, you paused the film and got up. Tessa quickly following you. The moment you got to the door, you unlocked it and immediately launched yourself towards Tom in a bone-crushing hug.

“Whoa! Hey there, darling”

God, did you miss his voice. You called him almost every night, but hearing his voice through a crappy speaker doesn’t compare to having him physically with you.

You hug him a bit tighter before you let go and let him in.

“Watching Captain America huh?”

You just stare. Stare fondly at him while he puts his stuff down on the living room floor.

“What are you staring for, love?”

He says this with a chuckle. The corner of his eyes crinkling the way you admired it. His smile brightening up the room, the stars in his eyes shining.

“Nothing. Just miss you is all.”

Tom’s face softens. He walks towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist to push you closer to his body. He puts his chin on your shoulder and both of you just sway. Taking in the moment to just be with you.

“I missed you too. M’so glad to be back with you.”

Tom sighs. These are the moments you love and you missed. Just being with him. Forgetting about everything and everyone to just be yourselves. No fans, no hate, no work. Just the love and adoration you have for each other.

He pulls back after a few minutes. His eyes just look at yours with admiration. He leans in to kiss you softly. You kiss back.

A few hours later, the both of you are just sitting on the bed watching whatever you find on Netflix or YouTube. Tessa on Tom’s lap with Tom’s head in your shoulder and your head on top of his shaved head. Thank God it wasn’t as prickly as before. You used to tease him about how itchy his head was after the buzzcut.

Everything’s perfect, you think. You’re with Tom and Tessa. The knowledge of finally waking up next to him even if it is just for one day. Silently thanking whoever gave him the permission to go home at least for the weekend.

“Uhm, hey Y/N?” Tom breaks the silence and removes his head from your shoulder to sit up straighter.

“Yes, bub?” Now you’re the one leaning on his shoulder, looking up at him.

“Remember when I said I'd be home until tomorrow?” You can tell he’s nervous. Just by that furrow placed on his eyebrows and the slightly wavering voice.

“Yeah, why?”

“I, uh— I— W-we actually need to do reshoots tomorrow for the past scenes, so we can continue the other ones on Monday.”

You take off your head from his shoulder and move to the edge of the bed while crossing your arms, waiting for him to continue explaining.

“I m-mean, I don’t need to, but it would be easier for all of us if I do the reshoots with everyone else tomorrow”

You... you feel betrayed. Lied to. Mostly because he doesn’t need to go back tomorrow but he chooses to.

“So what? You’re choosing your job over me?”

His eyes widen and he tries to touch your arm but you move away and stand up.

“N-no it’s not like that, I just thought that you wouldn’t mind since y-you know what my job is like” He moves to stand up as he’s saying this.

“You thought that I wouldn’t mind? Well I do Tom. I probably wouldn’t have if you told me sooner and if you didn’t lie about it!” You’re starting to get annoyed. You try your best not to raise your voice, but you’re too hurt to control your tone.

“Y/N, I'm sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, but I wanted to spend our time not worrying about anything and—”

“And what Tom?? You thought that lying to me is better than telling me the truth? I would have been grateful to spend any amount of time with you! But instead, you do this? You said that I’d get to have you all weekend. Why can’t you just tell them you can’t go? It’s not like they’re forcing you to go. You even said that you didn’t need to go!” You don’t mean to shout, you also don’t want to have tears running down your face but you’re just too hurt.

“Because it’s my job, and it’s important.”

“And I’m not?”

You slowly start to back away, more tears start to run down your tears as you try to suppress a sob.

He reaches out to touch you, to hug you, but you flinch away. God knows how much that hurt Tom, but no matter how hurt he was, he still can’t get the feeling of anger out of him.

“Y/N, I never said that! Ugh, you’re such a drama queen you know!”

That did it. You’ve had enough.

“I’m not being dramatic Tom! I just can’t believe that you lied to me and that you’re choosing your job that you don’t even have to do tomorrow over your girlfriend!”

Right after you said that, you walk out the door. Slamming it behind you. You know that you’ll have to get back to him eventually. You always do, but in the 4 years of your relationship, you never had to deal with him lying to you.

You’re not mad because he has to work. You’re mad because he lied to you about it and made you think that you could spend at least two days with him after not seeing Tom for months! He made you so happy but now, you can’t even explain the level of disappointment you have for him.

Going downstairs, you get your bag and keys. You hear Tom go after you so you turn around and face him.

“I—Tom, I-I just want to go for a walk or something. I need to get away for a while, just a few hours or so. I just need to calm down. I’ll come back later tonight.”

You say this while you’re trying not to break down so you don’t look him in the eyes. You don’t see the guilt and the hurt swimming in them, absolutely drowning him as he watches you leave the house.

About an hour later, you’re sitting on a park bench, reflecting on what just happened. Yes, it was dark and probably too late in the night to still be outside, but looking at the cloudless sky actually helped you calm down. It’s peaceful and quiet. It helped you realize that yes, you are disappointed at Tom, but it was more because you missed him so much. Wasting all this time fighting won’t help with that.

Standing up, you exit the park and walk on the sidewalk to your house. You realized that you’d rather spend your time with Tom. At least before he has to leave again.

The part of the sidewalk you’re on isn’t all that dark or eerie. It’s actually lit up by the streetlamps, and open coffee shops and bookstores.

“Hey! You’re Y/N L/N, right?”

Hearing the voice, you turn around. You see about 6 girls, maybe a few years younger than you. You’re a bit confused.

Why are they laughing?

“Uh, yeah I am. May I help you?”

Their laughs get louder. Almost like they’re laughing at you. They probably are, to be honest.

“You know, I still don’t know why Tom picked you. He could literally have anyone he wants.”

The dark haired girl shook her head and chuckled. Before getting the chance to speak, they walked past you and pushed you aside, hitting your head on a wall.

You would’ve probably yelled at them or at least fought back, if only you aren’t so disoriented to even stand up straight. You stumble forward, trying to get your phone from your pocket.

Fuck.

Out of all the things you could’ve forgotten, you forgot your phone. Reaching a hand up, you felt around the side of your head that you hit. Checking to feel a bump.

Yep. You definitely had one.

Taking a deep breath, you stand up and continue to walk towards the direction of your house. Stumbling closer and closer until you found yourself in front of your door.

When did I get here? I don’t even remember the rest of the walk her. What the fuck?

Before you could even knock; or maybe you did, but you don’t remember; Tom had opened the door.

“Oh my God— Y/N! Darling— Are you ok?! What happened??”

He’s helping you inside the house right after he noticed that you look a bit nauseous and dizzy.

“Y-yeah, m’fine” You mumbled. You thought you sounded drunk.

Are you drunk? You don’t know anymore, in all honesty.

“Don’t tell me you’re fine, I can see the blood!”

Your eyes widen. You’re still being held up by Tom when you reach up to touch your head. Instantly, you feel something wet and bring it to your eye level.

There is, in fact, blood.

You look at Tom with a panicked expression. His worried eyes are the last thing you see before everything goes black and you collapse.

Tom’s P.O.V

“Shit! Y/N, wake up for me, darling”

What happened to her?!

I need to call someone. Fuck.

I reach around the couch, searching for my phone.

“Haz! Harrison, Y-Y/N passed out. I-I don’t know what to fucking do! W-we had a fight, she— she went out, A-and when she came back, Sh-she had a bloody fucking head!”

I know panicking won’t help right now, but I can’t help it. I need her to wake up. I need to tell her I’m sorry. I need to tell her that I love her.

“Mate, you need to calm down. I’ll call an ambulance, just, hang tight. Keep calm, try to wake her up if you can, Ok”

“Ok”

Shit. Please Y/N. Wake up. Please, wake up.

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A few hours later, I’m here. At the hospital. Waiting.

Waiting for her to wake up. The doctor said that she had a concussion. There’s some scrapes in your elbows and palms as well, but the only thing I care about at the moment is that she’s okay.

After a few minutes, I feel shifting on the bed. I had been laying my head down on the mattress, trying to fall asleep, but the moment I feel her fingers move against my hand, and the moment I hear a light groan, I snap my head up.

“Y/N? Darling, how do you feel?”

She looks at me with her puppy eyes. I can see it welling up with tears, so I move gently to hug her.

“I’m sorry I lashed out like that Tommy.” She’s crying now.

God, I hate seeing her cry. I hate seeing her with a bandage around her head and in a hospital gown. I hate seeing her hurt.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about, love. Right now, I don’t care about anything but you. I got permission to stay with you for 2 weeks, and trust me, I won’t be leaving without you after that. Especially after I saw what those girls did you. I already contacted your work and arranged everything so you can come with me.”

I let go of her to look at her face. She smiles with more tears in her eyes.

“You really did that didn’t you? I mean, of course you did. Classic Tom.” She chuckles and sniffles for a bit. She looks adorable.

“Oh, and uh, H-how’d you know about the girls?”

“Someone caught it on video.”

A silence fills the air. Not an awkward or uncomfortable one, but one filled with love and happiness.

“I love you Tommy.”

“I love you too, darling.”

I put my hand against her cheek gently as she cups it with hers.

I lean in slowly, glancing at her lips then back at her eyes. It’s funny how easy it is to get lost in them, but if it’s with her, I don’t think I’ll ever get lost. That’s when our lips finally met.

Because the moment I look at her eyes, or feel her lips against mine, I’m not lost. I’m home.

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[fireandgoldboy]

Just the other day...

1. Wake up… one way or another

2. Don’t fall back asleep, you really need to get up.

3. You are on the bathroom floor… again…

4. At least you’re not covered in vomit and booze this time

5. You’re bones feel heavy, pinning you to the linoleum and you know if you lay there thinking about it for too long, you’ll cry

6. Ok, up we go!

7. Thank fuck, there’s already a glass of water in here… wait… no, yeah that’s totally water.

8. You’re upright now, looking into the bathroom mirror. Your hair is… kinda nasty.

9. You’re mouth feels like someone stuffed cotton balls in it.

10. Fix that.

11. The cold drips of water from your scrubbed scalp, run down your back, waking you up a little more.

12. You have no idea how many days you’ve been in this hoodie, so maybe go find a fresh shirt.

13. Kitchen… coffee… Calendar

14. Oh yeah you have to take those posters to the bake sale. The posters you probably put too much effort into for a grade school bake sale, but hey, they paid pretty well.

15. You feel your muscles whining, joints practically creaking in protest.

16.… medicine time…

17. It almost doesn’t hurt anymore. No more painful than a kitten kneading your skin, sleepy and purring.

18. And… that’s it. You may now exist in the realm of normality. Thank you for visiting, and we hope you enjoy your stay.

19. Fuck, when did it become afternoon already. You need to hurry.

20. Ok, ok… Posters, check. Pager, check. Wallet, check. Pocky… fuck, you’re out of pocky. If you leave now, you’ll have time to grab some before going to the school.

21. Keys and out the door.

22. You buy mountain dew, monster, and a shit load of Pocky.

23. Uuuuuhhhh, which way is the school again?

24. For some reason, you forgot how many god damn children would be at an elementary school event. (the kindergartners are so fucking cute though)

25. Smile and Nod. Smile and Nod. Hand Thelma, or Stella, or whoever, the posters. The other PTA members oooh and aahh, ignoring the fact that these will be destroyed before the end of the day.

26. Oh shit, they’re offering a free basket of goodies on the house, hell yeah. You have no where else to be, may as well hang out.

27. You’re leaning on the fence, near the poster you’re the most proud of, hoping you can take it back when it’s all over.

28. Finishing off your pre-dinner energy drink, there’s shouting and yelling all of the sudden.

29. You crane your head.

30. Just some kids getting into a spat. How much harm can a 4th grader do anyway?

31.… a lot apparently. You over hear the words, ‘broken nose’ and ‘knocked a tooth out’.

32. Damn

33. Maybe you’ll dip. Stressed out people stress you out.

34. Hey why the fuck is that woman’s skin so got damn pale, she’s literally white and looks like a statue wth, you really should get out of here.

35. Heyyyy hate that she’s zeroed in on you, jeez Aiden why do you have to look so shady, go go go, time to leave.

36. And now I’m eating asphalt.

37. I’m not sure this is how normal people make new friends but… when was the last time I was normal?

[babypinkstyles94]

Firebird in The Night

Jim had stumbled into the house at 1:30 in the morning. You were in the kitchen getting a glass of water since you couldn’t sleep. Medina has passed out around 12 and you had resulted to watching Netflix on your phone. You jumped when he’d all but fell into the kitchen and looked at you with wide bloodshot blue eyes.

“Heyyyy y/n I forgot you were gonna be here, do we have any snacks? My dads been bringing home these fucking nasty green juices…makes me want to throw up jus’ lookin at ‘em.” He mumbled and ran his fingers through his hair. You could feel his eyes on you as he just stood against the counter, the smell of alcohol was slightly in the air around him but the drugs is what really caught your nose. His eyes were blown out and you could see the slight bounce of his leg as he leaned against the counter. 

“You look like you could use something to take the edge off y/n...” Jim reached into his denim jacket pocket, “ c’mere babe i’ll help you.” he smirk and you walked closer to him taking the blunt into your hand and the lighter he had in his hand, there was a beach printed on the side of it ‘how ironic’ you thought. His mouth dropped at the sight of you taking the blunt into your hand, his cock twitching in his jeans. 

Jim watched you light the end of it and take a big breath in, holding it in your lungs and then letting the smoke out. You giggled at how shocked he looked and handed him the lighter for a hit, his eyes never leaving you as he brought it up to his lips. Cheeks flushing because you’ve never had someone look at you like that, like he wanted to absolutely ravage you. The two of you sat in the kitchen side by side for about thirty minutes, Jim would break out in little giggle fits every few hits and you were starting to get hyper aware of just how close he was to you. 

After the first few hits you started to feel the coil in your stomach start to tighten up, your panties dampening as you watched Jim. How his mouth curled around the object, how pink his lips were, how long his fingers were (god I those would feel so good inside you, hitting that good spot) and how his eyes watched you intently. Your eyes met and Jim leaned in, his big hand cupping the side of your face. His lips curled up into a smile as he ran his mouth along your cheek, to your ear. What he whispered in your ear stopped your heart still for a second. 

“mmm y/n...i’ve been watching you. I see the way you look at me, see the way you blush when I touch you.” his breath tickled against your ear and you shivered. Your hand ran up his arm as he stepped in front of you tapping you against the counter. “ I know you want me baby...” your eyes closed and your fingers found the back of his head, pushing him closer into you. There was a moan stuck in your throat as you felt his mouth suck against your neck and the feeling of his teeth slightly biting. 

“Jim...” 

Head thrown back and your fingers gripping harder into his hair, making a small grunt leave him. His hips thrust up against your stomach and felt him grind against you. “Don’t think I haven’t heard you in the shower...whimpering my name. You don’t know how hard it was not to come in there and fuck you like you were begging for? hmm...” Your thighs clenched shut and your head was starting to really swim with how close he was and his words. 

Grabbing his face you smashed your lips together, his hands gripping your hips to his. The kiss was feverish and hard, Jim’s tongue pushing it’s way past your lips. You were the first to pull away, locking eyes with his and running your thumb over the mole on his lip. “Tell me you want me” he whispered and almost immediately your mouth was back on his.  “ I want you, please Jim i want you.” 

You gasped as he picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist and a grunt leaving his mouth. He set you down on the kitchen table, his hands ripping his jacket and shirt off. Suddenly his mouth was back on yours and his hands were everywhere. It was like every spot he touched a fire would burst on your skin, and all you could smell was him. He filled your nostrils, the smell of the ocean and smoke lingered on his neck and you decided that was your favorite scent ever. 

Jim’s hands ran down your stomach and slid your pajama shorts down, his head bowing to look at your lacey underwear you had on. “fuck babe...such a tease. Always around in bathing suits and barley any clothes on. ‘ts like you’re trying to make me cum in my pants.” His fingers snuck past the edge of your panties and you let out a gasp as he circled around your clit. “So wet for me, god you make me fuckin’ crazy.”  He inserted a finger into you, the two of you moaning out. 

“Jim please I...more please give me more.” 

There was a pause and then you felt him push another finger in, starting to push out a steady rhythm. You grabbed his face down again so you could catch his lips, the coil in your stomach already starting to flutter inside of you. “Need to be inside you, fuck listen to you so fucking wet. Bet you feel amazing.” Eyes clenching shut and your head screaming at you to get his pants off. 

“Why don’t you find out...James.” You knew what that did to him, you had picked up on it as you teased him about his full name one day. His blue eyes snapped shut for a second and a long huff left his nose. It’s as if time stopped as you gripped his waist and found his jeans zipper, finally getting them down along with his boxers. Jim moved fast removing your panties and ground his cock against your cunt. The feeling was heightened by the drugs and there was a moment were he leaned down and kissed you very slowly. 

He thrust his cock in slowly, groaning against your throat at the feeling of how tight you were around him. “Fuck me!” he let out and he thrust more in. You gripped at his hair again and moaned out for him to ‘please fucking move’ to which he bottomed out and started to get a nice thrust going. There was no one else home except his sister and she was a heavy sleeper so you weren’t to concerned with the sound of the kitchen table squeaking a little bit or the sound of yours and Jim’s bodies slapping together. 

You could feel the bruises where his hands gripped at your hips and encouraged him to go faster by whispering into his ear. His cock was hitting all the right places in you and your orgasm was creeping up on you fast. “Jim i”m gonna..gon’ cum oh god!” Your head crashed into the back of the table as your body curled up into him, the feeling of his mouth catching onto your nipple and the vibration of his moan causing you to clench tightly around him. “mmm baby i’m so close, want you to cum with me yeah? Be a good girl and cum on my cock.” 

The next thirty seconds were composed of Jim’s thrusts moving faster, his hand moving it’s way to lay flat on your stomach and applying pressure there and his other hand resting on your pubic bone so he could rub his thumb across your clit. Whispers of ‘fuck me’ and ‘god you feel so good clenching around me’.You felt the burst of white in your stomach and the stars in your head explode as your orgasm rocked through you. Calling out Jim’s name, you hide your face in his neck as his own orgasm was starting to unravel in him. “FUCK!” Jim curled up into you as he came undone, his cock spilling inside of you and the deep groans coming from him rumbling against your neck. 

Both of you laid there for a few minutes, catching your breath and coming down from both highs. Jim picked his head up and smiled at you before pulling out and watching his cum fall out of you. “Jim Mason! You did not just fuck me on your kitchen table!” You gasped and watched him laugh, shrugging his shoulders up. “Our little secret, plus my mom deserves it if she’s gonna buy all this shit.” His smirk graced his lips and he bent over to pull his boxers back on before helping you down and get dressed. 

“Sleep tight baby.” He said and gave you one more kiss before wondering down to his room. 

The Next morning as you were sitting at the very table you had fucked Jim on last night, Medina was grilling you about the slight bags under your eyes and the hickey on your neck. Jim came walking in, shirt off and sweatpants low but you tried not to stare at him as he reached up for a bowl. “Man y/n you look fucked, rough night?” He said as he stood at the counter. A blush flushed against your whole face and you choked on the sip of water you’d just taken. The two of you stared at each other, Jim with a evil smirk that you really wanted to kiss off. 

‘oh for fucks sake you two are gross. I hope you at least used protection.” Medina burst out and got up to put her dish in the sink. You must have turned beat red at her words and flicked Jim off as he raised his eyebrows at you and sent you a wink.”Course Medina.” God Jim Mason had you wrapped around his palm and you didn’t know if you should be excited or a little scared but the look in his eyes made you feel on fire. 

*gotta tag @langdonsoceaneyes thank you for helping me out with this and thank you to the anon who sent the request in! <3* 

[darkdevasofdestruction]

Hello, hello! I would like to request for Dabi and Overhaul! Headcanons on how they react to having their s/o die in their arms? I'm in an angsty mood lately! Thank you in advance!

Sure thing, dear! I’m a horrible angst writer, but I hope I did well!!

Dabi

Dabi is usually a person who never actually shows his REAL emotions, so the fact that he actually has a lover is kind of a huge deal

Maybe he still has a (huge) hard time dealing with his feelings and he’s trying to learn how to cope with them and show them to his S/O, but with their help, he’s sloooowly becoming a better person for himself and for his S/O

With their help, he learnt how to love again, despite his horrendous past which he kept hidden behind his aloof and stoic, mocking mask of a bad guy

So clearly, he made sure to be very careful so that nothing in the world would ever harm them, or he’d go insane with grief

He’s actually a very loving person with a big heart which he preferred to deny he has because of all the bad things from the past, but with his angel next to him, he forgot any bad thing and only focused on them and the beautiful present and future spent along with them

The problem was that he never, in a million years, expected to find himself in the situation that required saving them from an atrocious beast like the Nomu-…A beast sent by the League of Villains with whom he was working

He was ENRAGED to say the least

His S/O was a very kind person and loved to go outside to walk in the nature, so when the Nomu attacked, they went to save the children, despite their Quirk not being very the most fight-proficient, but at least the poor innocent souls were safe

Their own safety, however…Was down the drain

The Nomu attacked them mercilessly, breaking their bones and slamming them around as they tried their best to keep the monster busy enough for the rest of the civilians to scatter to safety and for the Heroes to finally arrive…But it was all for naught

Nobody came to save them

Not until the Nomu finally got bored of the limp human and left them there, to stare mindlessly into the bright blue sky, barely able to keep their eyes open, until they heard their name being called in desperation

It was him-

                           Dabi

Not a second later, they got their head put on his lap, both his hands on their cheek, looking at them with an unknown expression of fright that they’ve never seen before, especially not at him

“What the hell happened here?! Who dared touch you?! Where were those stupid useless Heroes?! Gods, Y/N, please, stay awake! Stay alive! For me! For everything in this world that you hold dear, please, I beg of you, DON’T close your eyes!! Y/N!!!”“I-It’s…Okay, l-love…I s-saved them…From th-the Nomu…”“Nomu…? The League attacked you…? Here? In broad daylight?!”“They were after…Children…Innocent…I c-couldn’t…”“You silly…Gods, what do I do?! HEY! I NEED HELP HERE! SOMEONE’S INJURED! HEYYYY!!!!!”

He was beginning to shake in pure fear and worry, not knowing what to do, completely aware that if he were to start moving his S/O around, they’d lose blood much faster and they’d die in the process, so the whole situation became a never-ending nightmare from which he had no escape

He, like everyone else, had no power against life or death

He felt, for the first time, ultimately powerless

And he H A T E D it

“Please d-don’t cry…My love…”“How could I not when you’re about to…To…”“I will always be w-with you n-no matter what, okay? I-I promise t-to watch and g-guide you from a-above, Dabi.”“DON’T SAY THAT-!!!”“I love you, Dabi…”“NO!!!”“Say it back, please…”“B-But…!”“Please, Dabi. I want t-to see y-you smile…And say it…O-One more time…Please…”“I…I love you…S/O…I truly love you…Forever.”“Thank you, love. Please r-remember me, b-but move on a-and seek happiness.”“I…I will try.”

With one last smile, they slowly closed their eyes, letting a complete darkness take over them, not being able to hear the screams of anguish from Dabi, nor see the blazing blue ocean of fire that the former-villain unconsciously formed as he tried to comprehend the fact that the only person he ever cared for died and it was partially his fault that happened

When the heroes arrived and saw the miserable scene in front of them, they were shocked and had no idea how to react, apart from trying to put out the fire, which wasn’t any use, since it always went back, twice as powerful

So the only thing they could do was let the man calm down by himself and make sure nobody gets hurt in the process

Not even in his worst, most painful nightmares could Dabi ever imagine that his heart would get crushed in such a horribly cruel way, and even more, he never even wished to think that his S/O could even be capable of dying

They were his light in such a dark place this Earth is, and now, even his little angel has been taken back to a better place, leaving him all alone, again, on the lonely, never-ending planet

He was alone, and he knew it

He was alone, and he hated it

But one thing was certain…

EVERYONE will pay for the crimes they did against him and his precious Y/N

And boy…Thing will get VERY ugly…

Chisaki Kai

On a serious note, this guy is pretty busy most of the time so he doesn’t actually bother much to make sure his S/O is safe or whatever, since he knows they are capable of taking care of themselves and even more, they need their own privacy, like every person does

He was able to get over his hatred of Quirks and the disgust for anything unclean (just in their case, of course) and they become the only person not expandable in his life (which says a lot since he’d kill anyone to get to the top and achieve his dreams)

Hell, he even got affiliated to the wretched League of Villains to benefit from their fame and resources, but he never imagined that something horrible would happen from betraying them

Something like his S/O getting kidnapped, that is

It took him about a week to realise that something was awfully wrong, since his dear S/O, no matter how much of an introvert and personal person they were, they would ALWAYS text him at least once a day, in a way to tell him that they are okay and he doesn’t need to worry

But to go a full week with no sign from them put him so much on edge that he kept pacing around, not being able to focus on his work and becoming a infinite times more violent than before

He got Chrono to somehow track their phone, which to his surprise, lead exactly to the LoV’s basement, which is exactly where he stormed at

What he saw when he got there was his S/O on Shigaraki’s lap, shaking lightly as he held their sides with only 4 fingers, making sure the 5th doesn’t activate his Quirk unless he wants to

“What the hell is going on here, Shigaraki, and why is my S/O here, in such a compromising state?”“You would like to know, wouldn’t y-”“RUN, CHISAKI, IT’S A TRAP!!!”“You little bitch, didn’t I tell you what would happen if you opened your mouth again?”“What the-”

Chisaki’s eyes narrowed in confusion at his S/O’s trembling scream and their tear-stained face, until he saw Shigaraki decay their shirt off, revealing multiple deep decay wounds on their body and arms which set Chisaki off like a ticking time bomb

“I told you, didn’t I? Speak again, and you get it. After all, the plan was to lure him here, correct? Why else would I keep your phone in this room, hm~?”“Leave him alone…!”“What is the meaning of this madness, Shigaraki? They’ve done nothing wrong to you. Let them go.”“Now, now, Chisaki, don’t get so impatient. After all, it’s your own fault for getting them in this position, you know? If you han’t have betrayed me, this terrible thing I’m doing wouldn’t have had to happen.”“Let them leave, Shigaraki, or I’ll kill you.”“I don’t think you’d actually risk their oh so precious life just to get your revenge, would you? Now step back and wait to see if I have any kind of mercy left in me. If not…Come forth and let’s see for ourselves how easy it is for the human flesh to decay.”

Glaring, he begrudgingly stepped back, his fists balled and trying his best to remain composed and not lash out at the blue-haired man-

But what he did next made him gasp in surprise and horror for the first time in his life.

With a psychotic laugh, Tomura used one hand to grip Chisaki’s S/O’s neck, while with the other, he kept a strong hold on their wrists, holding and decaying them together

They could only bleed and cry in agony, small, barely audible gasps of pain coming from them, which made the young Yakuza go insane, feeling powerless, unable to save the only precious person in his life, so he lashed out and tried to kill Tomura, but Kurogiri was there just in time, pushing Y/N in his arms and creating a barrier so he could safely teleport his master away from the obvious malicious danger

After he calmed down, he kneeled in front of his S/O and taking his gloves off, held one of their hands, while with the other he wiped away the stream of tears going down their cheeks

It was obvious for the both of them that no matter how much he tried, his Quirk wouldn’t allow him to save them, fact that frustrated him to no end

His lover lay there, in pain, having been captured by the enemy because of his reckless actions and he couldn’t even save them…

What kind of boyfriend was he??

A failure, that’s what he was

He failed again, just like with everything he’s ever done before

No matter how hard he tries to succeed, no matter how much he dreams and works towards his goals and ideals, everything around him crumbles and falls apart right in front of him

And the worst was that the only one he ever held so close to his heart, the only thing that was dear to his heart and unexpendable to him was dying in his arms and he could do nothing to reverse the process or save them

He held all the power of this world, but in front of death, even he was powerless

“It’s okay, Ch-Chisaki…Live on f-for me and p-please be happy…”“No, I cannot do that. Not without you.”“Please…Don’t get stubborn now…”“I can’t find happiness without you next to me.”“You can…I showed y-you the way toward the l-light…But now it’s y-you time to walk th-that path…I have faith in you, darling…”“Why would you want me to be happy?! You’re dying because of me! It’s all MY fault, don’t you get it?!”“It’s n-not your fault, silly…I treasured every s-second spent with you…Because I love you, Chisaki. So please, do th-the same and let me go…”“I won’t ever let you go. You will forever be in my heart.”“Th-That’s great to hear, my love.”“I…I love you, Y/N. Farewell.”

They took his hand and snuggled their face into his palm, letting the veil of death fall over them, wearing a peaceful expression, unlike Chisaki who couldn’t stop the stray tear from falling on their face as he slowly brought them close to his chest and hugged them tightly, not wanting to believe that they were dead

Not wanting to admit that they could have been alive if it weren’t for his reckless mistake

Not wanting to admit that the only light he’s ever seen has extinguished

He was alone

And now that he was alone, he finally succumbed to the darkness that was once caged in light, and he could unleash the monster of revenge upon this whole faulty and ignorant world

An angel died for no reason and he was going to bring the divine retribution to everyone who wronged them

Hell finally broke loose.

[kookiecupid]

The Color of Love

Friends to Lovers Au

Pairing: TaehyungxReader

Category: Very Fluffy :D and some attempt at comedy

Summary: It’s Valentine’s day and in an effort to comfort you after a break up, your best friend, Kim Taehyung, takes you on an mini adventure.

Word Count: I’m not sure, I know it’s more that 3000

Please enjoy the following cringe

~~ 9 years earlier during some random playdate~~

“Tae?”

“Yeah?”

“Why are there some things that like mean something and other things not?”

“That doesn’t even make any sense, Y/n-ah….”

“AHG I mean like why on valentines day everything is the color red or pink why not like BRIGHT BLUE!?”

“Because that’s weird, Y/n-ah.”

“….”

“I’m KIDDING!”

“I don’t like you, Tae.”

“Well that’s too bad.”

“Why? HMMM???”

“Because I like you.”

“Gross.”

“HAHAHA. Oh I know! On valentines day I will give you a blue valentine instead of a pink one.”

“Gross.”

“Y/N!!”

“OKAY I will make you one too, that way we can like change the world or something.”

“Okay… Bluey.”

“Heyyyy…”

~~ Present Day ~~

“Y/N! It’s been like 2 weeks since you’ve left your room!” Taehyung whined over the phone.

You sighed. Taehyung was right. Ever since you broke up with your now ex-boyfriend, you just couldn’t bring yourself to do much other than watch Netflix and make an occasional trip to the kitchen to eat something small.

“Y/N-ah,” Taehyung called. “This is our last year before Uni. Tomorrow is Valentine's day and I don't want you to be alone. Plus, once we start uni, who knows when we will actually have time to hang out! All I’m asking is that you get your butt out of bed and join me on one adventure! Maybe it will get your mind off things!”

“UUUGHHHHHH!” You groaned in reply. You paused. Taehyung was right….You didn’t want a stupid break up to get in the way of having a good time with your best friend when when next year you will be going to different schools. Not to mention you really didn't want to be alone for Valentine's day. A year ago from then would be the anniversary of when you and hour ex had gotten together. But after almost a year of dating, your ex just decided to break up with you. He had said that he had just “fallen out of love with you.” You needed a good distraction.“Fine, Tae. But ONLY because you’re my best friend and I hate you.”

Silence.

“Tae… I know you’re doing you’re stupid little victory dance.”

“Whaaaaaaaaattt….,” Taehyung replied. “Aish who am I kidding, you know me too well hahaha!” A giggle escaped you causing Taehyung to gasp dramatically. “Y/N!!”

“What is it now, Tae?”

“Nothing…. It’s just the first time I’ve heard you laugh even a little in a long time.”

Smiling you brought your phone down from your ear. He was right. But Taehyung always made you smile even if he didn’t know. “Okay, Tae. I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

~~~

The next day got off on a pretty exciting start to say the least.

“AAHHH!!! Tae!!! What the heck are you doing in my room, in my FACE and so early in the morning?!?” You had rolled over in your sleep causing you to wake up a bit when you realized a certain brown haired boy was staring at you a little too close for comfort.

“Dude, first of all it’s like 1 in the afternoon. Second of all it’s been 2 weeks since you last let me see your beautiful face AND I wanted this masterpiece to be the first thing you see on this oh so glorious day,” he said motioning to his smiling face. He continued smiling his boxy smile and wiggled his brows for effect which had you throwing a pillow directly at him. “aHHG!” You immediately hid under your blanket knowing what was coming.

“Y/NNNNNN!!!! AAAAHHHHH!!!!!” Was Taehyung’s battle cry as he tackled you. There was kicking and tickling and lots of laughing. Taehyung finally uncovered your face and grinned. “Ah, there she is! My beautiful smiling girl!”

“Tae!! Don’t say stuff like that!” You squealed covering yourself with the blanket again.

“Ah, Y/n-ah. Are you blushing now??” He teased.

“Tae, if you don’t get off me I will kill you right here and now,” you growled from under the sheets.

“HAHAHAHAHAA YOU’D HAVE TO CATCH ME FIRST LAZY BONES!!”

Rolling your eyes you laugh to yourself. There he went, bolting down the stairs and you let him go. Revenge was right around the corner.

(in the distance)

“Oh Taehyungie! You haven’t been to see Y/n in so long I almost forgot how handsome you are!”

“Thank you, Mrs. (Y/l/n).”

“Now come over here and try this Hongeo I’ve been learning to make!”

“Oh, Mrs. (Y/l/n) I didn’t know you were so capable of creating such fancy foods….”

You couldn’t help but snort at the conversation. You could practically hear Taehyung trying not to gag. That boy would do anything to make a good impression on your mom. Despite the fact that you knew he could be an absolute devil, you had to admit it was super sweet and you appreciated it.

Come to think of it, Taehyung had always been there for you and making sure everything in your life was as good as it could be as long as it was in his power to do so. For that you were always thankful for him and you tried to do the same whenever you could. You guys were inseparable to the point that even in your first year of high school people thought you two were dating. Back then you puked at the mere thought of dating your best friend, but now you knew that anyone would be lucky to have him.

Reaching the kitchen you managed to arrive just in time to save Taehyung from the dreaded hongeo dish. “Sorry, Ma!” You said motioning for Taehyung to follow your lead. “Looks like Tae doesn’t have time to try your uh… food.” You two quickly ran out the door and you slammed it shut as you heard your mom calling to you.

“YAHH! Y/N WHAT DO YOU MEAN ‘UH FOO-“

“Y/n!” Tae scolded. You stuck your tongue at him and the two of you laughed.

Getting into the car you turned to your best friend. “Thanks for doing this Tae, I know I’ve been a buzz kill lately.”

Taehyung looked at you fondly. “It’s okay, Bluey. I’m happy to.” You blushed at the old nickname.

~~~

“Tae….”

“Wut???”

“Why did you bring me to the mall??!! You KNOW I hate the mall,” you pouted.

“Ah, c’mon, Y/n-ah!” Taehyung whined. “I promise we are gonna have so much fun!” And with that and a light ruffle of your hair, Taehyung jumped out of the car and started walking off without you.

You slumped as low as you could in your seat making a small tantrum. “This kid….”

As you approached the entrance you saw that Taehyung had waited for you.

“HAH! I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist me,” Taehyung teased leaning into your face. You looked at his stupid expression unamused… and slapped it. “Y/N!”

The two of you wandered about a bit. You forced Taehyung to buy you a pretzel first to which he rolled his eyes but indulged nonetheless. You didn’t know what he had planned, but you followed him consciously trudging along hoping he would give up on you and just take you to get ice cream instead. But Taehyung continued with the stupid, handsome grin on his face every time he faced you. Every time he did that you had to look away; it made you feel weird for some reason.

“A-HA!” Tae said stopping suddenly in front of you. “Yah, Y/n look where you’re-“

“TAE!!!!!! MY PRETZEL!!!!”

“AHH!! IT WASN��T MY FAULT!”

“IT TOTALLY WAS!”

“NO IT WASN’T, CLUMSY BUTT!”

“DON’T CALL ME A BUTT IN PUBLIC, YOU BUTT!”

“STOP YELLING BUTT!”

You two paused and looked around to find some old lady who was on the phone giving you the death stare. It was near impossible trying to control your laughter as you ran into the store you had stopped at.

“HAHAHA! Did you see that lady?!” You said a little out of breath.

“OH my god, she was horrified!” Taehyung was laughing so hard he had to wipe a tear from his eye. “Dude, that was too good.”

“I know.. damnit I missed this so much, Tae,” you admitted.

Taehyung punched you lightly in the arm. “I promised you we would have fun, didn’t I?” You rolled your eyes. “Okay, enough of this. Now it’s time for some makeovers!” He grabbed your wrist and dragged you to the back of the store.

“I present to you, the CleArAnce SecTIoN! OOOoooo!”

“I know what a clearance section is, stupid.”

“ I know you do, but this one is special,” Taehyung said as he placed a finger to the side of his nose.

“Please enlighten me, oh wise one,” you said bowing.

“ Okay, so,” he began. “This is how it’s gonna work. Each of us will choose a complete outfit for the other person that we think the other will look amazing in. Then we have to go to the bathrooms and change into them and wear them for the rest of the day. ”

You pursed your lips trying to hide your emotions. Taehyung had the best sense of style you had ever seen and you didn’t know if you were nervous because you didn’t think you could do justice to his looks or excited because you knew you were about to look great.

“Y/n.”

“What.”

“Just do it!!” He encouraged you. “I’m gonna love whatever you pick for me and I promise I won’t make you look like a clown. And even if I did, you’d still be a cute clown.” He winked.

“FINE!” You said pushing him.

“YES! Okay, so you go over there and I’ll stay here and NO PEAKING!”

“Tae, you know I would never…”

“Yeah right, Y/n. We all know you find me irresistible.”

“…,” you were blushing. “Okaydeallesgedditbye.” Turning on your heels you ran to the men’s section. Hopefully Tae didn’t see your blush. This was the third time he had flustered you today and you kept getting a weird feeling in your stomach. What the actual heck was up with you today???

“Meet me at the restrooms in half an hour!” He called.

~~~

“This is the MOMENT OF TRUTH, Y/n!” Taehyung said clapping his hands together.

“Bro, you probably won’t ever wear what I chose you in real life, but here goes nothing,” you said as you exchanged the bags of clothes.

Once you got to the bathroom and you opened the bag you squealed in excitement. It felt more like Christmas than Valentine’s day. Taehyung had chosen simple pieces, but they were quite chic. The outfit consisted of a pair of high waisted mom jeans, a dark turquoise striped tank and beige cardigan. It matched well with the booties you were already wearing. You felt cute!

You heard a knock at the door.

“Y/n-ah! Are you ready??” Taehyung called from the other side.

“Yeah just a second!”

“YAH! I know you’re just looking at yourself in the mirror, stop being so narcissistic and let me see!!!”

“AHG! Let me LIVE, Tae!”

Silence.

“Okay, Tae. You ready?”

“I was born ready.” You scoffed and opened the door.

You were looking at the ground but when your gaze fell on a pair of sneakers in front of you, you reluctantly looked up taking in everything before you. You had chosen a pair of loose, dark jeans and an oversized white button down shirt. You couldn’t really afford more than that and at first you thought it would be underwhelming, but you were very very wrong.

“Y/n-ah…,” Taehyung said. He looked equally as flustered. “Wait- Y/n, are you checking me out??”

“WHat?! Tae, don’t be ridiculous,” you said shaking your head. Taehyung simply smirked.

“Phew, it is really hot in here suddenly, maybe I should take off the sweater for now.” You started to take your cardigan off when Taehyung suddenly stopped you with his hands on your shoulders.

“What are you doing! You can’t do that here, woman!” His face was beet red.

“Tae, it’s fine I won’t get too cold, don’t worry.”

“No… its too much…… skin.” You just looked at him.

“No one cares, it’s fine, Tae,” you said sighing.

“I care,” he replied with a concerned look on his face.

“Tae, you’ve literally even seen me in my pjs just this morning if you don’t recall being on top of me… in….. my bed……” You both paused as your faces got even redder.

“ Okay, I don’t wanna talk about this anymore,” Taehyung said hurriedly. “Time for part two of the makeovers!” Taking you by the shoulders, he turned you around and rushed you away trying to move away from the conversation.

You didn’t know why you were literally having butterflies in your stomach at this point. Why was Tae acting so flustered? Heck he’s even seen you in your swimsuit! But why today of all days is this happening? What is even happening??

The next thing you knew you two were in a beauty salon. It was the typical mall salon, but it looked really high end. Suddenly you got excited.

“OMG are we getting our makeup done??” You turned to Taehyung.

“Oh god… never, Y/n,” He said having flashbacks to the time you did his make up and he felt like a doll. He had only agreed to that because you were so cute begging him to let you, but he had other plans.

“You’re no fun,” you pouted.

Taehyung scoffed. “Excuse you, you’ve been having the time of your life, missy. Don’t give me that bs.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Aish, you know me too well,” you retorted, quoting him from the night before. “So what’s the plan, Tae?”

“Follow me,” he replied and you two walked up to the front desk.

“Good afternoon! How can I help you?” Greeted the lady seated there.

“Hello, Miss. I was wondering if you could take 2 walk-ins right now?” Taehyung asked her.

“Oh, of course! Today has been a bit of a slow day, so head right in, he will be out in a second and take all the time you need, sweethearts.” She smiled.

“Thank you,” you replied and the two of you went to stand by the waiting area.

“Taehyungie!!” A voice called from behind you. A tall, handsome man in all black strutted right in on hearing that he had some customers. “Oh, how rude of me. Hello, name is Jin,” he said shaking your hand. “I’m Taehyungie’s friend! You must be Y/n, right?” He elbowed Taehyung in the rib. “I’m sure he’s mentioned me before, he sure mentions you… a lot.” This time it was Taehyung’s turn to elbow him in the rib.

“Ahaha… no I can’t say that he has..” You giggled at the look of annoyance on Jin’s face.

“Well… no matter, this brat can’t be taught,” Jin replied. He was a sassy one. “So, what can I do for you guys today?”

“Well hyung, remember that idea I told you about that one time?” Taehyung said enthusiastically.

“Oh yes… that crazy insane idea that no one would do because you’re impulsive and need to be held captive for the sake of the human race?” Jin replied. “Then yes. Yes I do.”

Taehyung glared at his hung for a second before continuing. “Well, today is the day!”

“What are you talking about, Tae. This is scaring me,” you knew Taehyung was up to something crazy. Jin was probably right.

“Well, Y/n-ah,” He began turning to you. “ First we picked each other’s outfits and now we are going to choose each other’s hairstyles! It can be anything and everything, just has to look good.” He finished with a giant grin.

“OH nooo!!!” You laughed at his big dumb grin despite the anxiety that this idea imposed. “Tae, you’re insane!”

“Y/n, just do it! Break out of your comfort zone! You had fun picking out clothes didn’t you?” He asked raising an eyebrow at you.

“Ugh… yes I did.”

“See! I promise I won’t ask Jin to shave off your head or anything, but please let us do it!” He begged you.

“Fine!” You gave in. “But I’m only doing this because YOU are desperate!”

“Hehehehehhehehehehe-“

“Stop laughing like that, Tae.”

After some whispering exchanged between Taehyung and Jin, Jin sat you down at his station and got to work. He had turned you around so that you wouldn’t be able to see your own reflection in order for the final product to be a surprise which gave you lots of nerves, but you endured it. Taehyung on the other hand had opted to sit directly in front of you recording you every so often.

“Tae, stop taking videos of me! I look like an egg with a smock on right now!” You whined.

“Yah, but you look like a cute egg, Y/n-ah! Anyone would think you look delicious,” he winked.

“If you two don’t stop flirting I will literally puke on top of Y/n’s head,” Jin interrupted causing the two of you to blush once again. But Taehyung just giggled and continued to take videos of you while you hissed at him to stop.

Finally Jin had asked you close your eyes as he did the finishing touches and when you were done, he took a step back.

“Okay, Y/n. You’re all set! You can look now!” Jin said.

You tentatively opened one eye and then the other, not exactly sure what to expect. When you saw what he had done you couldn’t help but gush.

“Oh my gosh, guys, this is beautiful! Jin, I’ve always wanted an ombré look but I’ve always been too much of a coward to actually try it and it looks amazing!”

“Hey! I chose it, don’t I get some credit too?” Taehyung teased you.

“Yes, yes, Tae. Thank you so much,” you said sticking your tongue out at him. He was looking at you with complete and utter adoration and you couldn’t help but feel so vulnerable there. You felt the most you you’ve ever felt and you felt the most loved you’ve ever felt. Unlike your ex, Taehyung always knew who you were and always kept it in mind. It might have just come from being best friends, but you loved the fact that Taehyung never tried to change you but took you as you were. What did you do to deserve him in your life? Thinking these things, you realized you knew exactly what to ask Jin to do for Taehyung’s hair. Your  spinned in your chair and turned to face Taehyung springing to your feet. “Okay, now it’s your turn!”

“Aigoooo…. I don’t know, Y/n,” Taehyung said and shrugged. “Maybe we should just go home now”

“Kim Taehyung, you dragged me out here and did all of this to me.” You motioned to yourself. “You have to do the same or else.”

“You know, Taehyungie. I actually really like this girl,” Jin said nodding his head. You laughed and turned to Taehyung.

“Okay, okay! I was just teasing!” He said. “Why is everyone against me now all of a sudden?” He took his seat and waited as you and Jin discussed his new look.

“Are you sure about this, Y/n?” Jin asked. “It’s a little…. Out of the ordinary.”

“Yes, I’m sure,” you replied confidently.

“Taehyungie, you sure you’re up to this?” He asked his friend.

Taehyung nodded. “Hyung, Y/n’s wish is now your command.”

“Okayyy…” was Jin’s response as he quickly went to work.

~~

“Okay, Tauhyung. Are you ready?”

“As ready as I’ll every be!”

Jin turned Taehyung around to reveal a new, bright blue head of hair. At first it took him by surprise but he actually loved it. You could tell by the way he was flipping his hands through it that he was enjoying himself very much. It was so cute.

After a few strokes to his own hair, Taehyung looked up at you from in the mirror to thank you but was taken aback by the way you were smiling at him. His heart just melted to see you like that because it reminded him of the way he knew he always looked at you. He turned around to face you and sat there and smiled back at you for a second. To your surprise, he suddenly hopped out of his chair to kneel in front from where you sat. You didn’t expect such sudden moves and your heart was racing so fast and so hard, you were just praying Taehyung couldn’t hear the cacophony inside your chest.

Placing a hand on yours, Taehyung looked up at you. “You chose bright blue,” he said softly, his huge smile reaching to even the corners of his beautiful eyes.

“Mhmm,” was your only reply. He reached up and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear and gazed into your eyes. He seemed so taken with you and at the same time, you realized you were just as taken by him.

“Did you know, that I love you?” He asked in as much as a whisper. You could only nod now, but as Taehyung may or may not have been expecting an ‘I love you’ in return, the kiss you gave him was all the response he needed.

I hope you all liked it! Even if it sucks I had fun writing it :)))

Tagged readers:

@serengeti-serenity @blueygooey13 @simplykiersten love you guys

[celestial-goop]

1, 2, 4, 7, 11, 16, 24, 26, 27, 28, 35, 36, 41, 43, 44, 45, 47, 52, 58, 62, 74, 82, 84, 85, 86, 87, 91, 95, 99 im gonna make you answer the questions you asked as payback bwahhaha

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa but I apologizedddd lol

1: This is War - 30 Seconds to Mars, Misery Business - Paramore, The Middle - Jimmy Eat World, My Best Theory - Jimmy Eat World, Paralyzer - Finger Eleven, You’re Gonna Go Far, Kid - The Offspring

2: Probably Markiplier or some other youtubers who help bring up my mood when i feel like everything’s wrong with the world, friends who I know online like on Tumblr or people I’ve played games with. Just some good, quality internet peoples

4: Life? Like what I’m gonna do in the future, what I’ve done in the past, what I’d do differently. How amazing life is, like, we were put in one spot that had just the right conditions to sustain life, and that life grew and evolved into more advanced life, and eventually we came along. We can talk to each other and understand one another, we have hand signals we use when some of us are impaired. Every person is different and that’s amazing, the universe is amazing, so many things are amazing, you just have to stop and think about everything and you can have your entire perspective of life changed. I could go on for hours about this stuff, and trust me @1xile​ knows this lol

7: I have so many, I’m so weird..I can bend my thumbs behind my hand, stand on the very tippiest of my toes -- without shoes might I add, I can move my eyes almost separately, like I can look two different ways, i can touch my wrist with the same fingers on that arm, I can make my veins pop out on my arms, wrap my arm around my body and touch my belly button. So yeah, I’m strangely flexible. And I’m working on doing more as well

11: Idk.. Being alone I guess, its kinda dumb.. I also fucking hate the ocean

16: UUUGGGGHHHHHH I CANT CHOOSE JUST ONE ITS IMPOSSIBLEEEEEEEEEE......... I guess The Offspring? Idk

24: I’m working on starting a blade collection, rn I’m at 6 knives and a sword

26: Ehhhhhhhhhhh. I like the morals I have I guess, but I wish I could be better. Also, why this was I cursed with this face?

28: What if things were different? Like, what if I made different decisions, what if I make a wrong choice in the future, what if I lose everyone I care about, and what if everything goes right in my life, what if everything goes wrong?

35: Happiness. Living. Doing what you want and not being chained down by people or things. Doing what you want to do and doing it, it doesn’t matter if you can’t do it now, if you want to do something, make it happen whenever. Live your life, make it interesting and worth it. and don’t give up, no matter how hard things get.

36: Art is creation. No matter what you create:paintings, sketches, digital art, music, sculptures, etc. If you take time to create something that you can be proud of and feel good about making, that is art. You is art, I is art. 

41: I recently finished Dark Side by Tom Becker. Its good I think, so 10/10 recommend 

43: Not really, I get called Jesus because of my hair tho

44: Austin Powers: International Man of Mystery,it was on tv at like 2-2:30 yesterday, I love these movies

45: I broke both the bones in my right forearm once, that was fun, it didn't hurt when I broke it nor when the doter popped them back in place, it actually looked like a stair, kinda like this: 

(I have a only a mouse cut me some slack)

47: Knives, specifically of the butterfly variety

52: Heyyyy Im a fucking Scale™(Libra)

*slowly comes to the realization that he hasn’t written in any of the questtions*

“fffffffffuuuuuuuuucccccckkkkkkkk”

58: If I push my tongue down it touches where the nostrils splits so no.. I can’t...

62: Armadillos! they’re like lil living tank balls!!!

74: Not really sure, it all depends on the situation and how I’m feeling

82: I like a lot of words, but none come to mind rn for whatever reason. FUCK(that is NOT the word)

85: I think Misery Business by Paramore? that’s the only one that I remember listening to rn

86: Green, black, white, silver, grey, just dark colors in general tbh

87: Spaaaaaacccceeeeeeee

91: Power to change probability, but since that’s pretty op I’d have to go with telekinesis or electrokinesis

95: I wanna go to Japan someday, or Stonehenge, I wanna see the Aurora Borealis too. So many pretty things and cool places to seeeee

99: “GET FUCKED NERDS”

Side note: Once again apologies for making you write all this @1xile, and also sorry for anyone/everyone who is reading this because the doof known as me forgot to have the questions... Oops....

[khrisjavier]

Sam, and the Whore.

PT. I

Saturday night, just out of work, what to do, what to do. These six-day work weeks are killing me. Meet me at the bar I can’t spend another weekend binging on Netflix. 

I can’t wait, these days have been ridiculous from start to finish. “Sam get the final prints here, Sam edit the articles there”, “…Oh Hey! Sam! We’re going to need you to wait until nine on Saturday to receive those fresh clips from out east for Sunday roundups!” I just want a drink and to think of anything besides work, and if this bitch doesn’t respond before I get in this taxi I will change my damn Netflix password.

“Sam?”

“Yes?”

“This is your Uber I am rounding the corner now.”

“Ah! Thank you see you at the curb.”

Still no response and my driver is about to turn past Kellogg’s on Grand.  I hope D is already there, three L.I.Ts down and too busy having a good time to answer.

“Right here Muhammed and thanks for the ride! Have a good night and get home safe.”

“You too Sam, Good night.”

I don’t see D through the window but the bar is fairly packed, I just need a drink, today has been the day of days. At least Phil is working the door tonight, good ol’ Phil.

“Hey Phil!”, I can’t help but smile at Phil and that big ass pirate beard he sports. It is definitely not Security Guard standard but honestly I feel it should be. Great mix of welcoming and affirmative somehow, or maybe that was just Phil.  

“Hey Sam! How you doin’ long time no see.”

“Yeah I have been working these six-day weeks the last month so it’s been tough to make it out to the Nest, how have you been? How’s Stella? Laurie doing better after poppin’ that thing out?”

“Stella is beautiful, thanks for asking. Babies are always so beautiful right out the oven, Sam give me a second?” Phil’s big arms unfold to open the door for some loud college crowd coming out en masse for a cigarette and now it’s a bit too loud outside for us to catch up and Phil knows that he will have to focus on bouncing and not storytelling so he welcomes me inside. I forgot to ask if D made it through already, and still no text. Well the bar it is and an old fashioned for these old bones. John’s not behind the bar but some tall and beautiful girl that hopefully doesn’t need an instruction manual is in his place.  

“You’re new, covering for John?” “Mhm, what can I get you?”

Honestly being a little closer I started to grow a bit of an odd attraction to this girl, as if she went from softly beautiful to strikingly gorgeous in ten steps, did the dark lighting in here really rob her of so much?

“Can I have an Old Fashioned to start? Open my tab thank you.” As she walks away with my credit card I still can’t put a finger on what makes her so beautiful. Her modest frame? Beautiful posture? She is far from a lusty vision which one would want behind the bar in a club, hanging halfway out of her dress from the front and back. She does seem though, like she belongs in a museum, a marble statue that escaped from Manhattan and became a Brooklyn bartender. I must admit above all those looks, she does make a damn fine drink.

“Excuse me what is your name?” I had to ask, especially after tasting her work.

“Diana…”

“Thanks Diana, you make a fucking great drink and you’re beautiful, really, really beautiful.”

She just smiled back and lowered her eyes shyly, winning herself an amazing tip with that modesty. Still, halfway through this drink and no response from this bitch, I can’t believe this. What can she be doing? Seeing that guy again? The one with the pretty hair? I never fail to respond to a text from her even when I’m with someone. I just go to the bathroom and make a quick “heyyyy I’ll be busy tonight” or “They’re almost asleep I’ll see you there in 40 minutes.” Though here I am, again, waiting for a damned text when I finally decide not to pussy out of a Saturday night out. I don’t want to be that person sitting at the bar alone all night, and I also don’t want to be the person texting outer circle friends at Ten on the weekend looking for plans. Am I going to have to call her and really be that person hounding down their friends? I need another drink, and now someone is taking up the empty seat next to me.

“Hello?”

“Hi.” I never really had a thing for blonds, not after my last… three.

“Want some company?”

“What makes you say that?” Honestly, what makes someone say that? Do I look lonely? Or is it just that obvious that I am neither waiting on someone or with someone currently?

“Well besides no one being here? I saw when you came in and noticed when you gave up looking around the bar and started staring at the waitress instead. Sorry if that sounds weird… just the truth.”

The truth, well that’s interesting, many people believe they know the truth but mostly they just don’t know they’re wrong. Maybe they’re telling the truth, maybe they’re as observant as I am behind those blue eyes.

“Good call, well I am alone but not exactly looking for company… though if you want to join me that’s fine with me.” I can outwit this kid in a conversation till they just go running back to their friends with god awful stories about me, and me to D, telling her all about ruining their life in her absence.

“Excuse me Diana, can I have another?” She was already winning my heart again by being so attentive and swift in her bartending, distracting me from... “Excuse me, what’s your name?”

“Mine? It’s Tracy, and yours?”

“Sam”, “Sam I am!”, am I drunk already? It has been a while since I could kick back curled around a glass, I really hope I am not making an ass of myself. At least Tracy laughed along with my nervous laughing.

“So Tracy, are you alone in this bar as well?” This bar is being overpopulated by beautiful people it really is hard to believe they’re all alone. “Actually my friend is bartending tonight and asked me if I wanted to tag along and keep them company.” He slips a look at Diana and she gives the same modest smile she gave me when I complimented her.

“So you and Diana, great choice I mean I would if I could, congratulations.” I definitely slurred some if not all of that.

“Oh, oh no, trust me I would too but we’re just friends, I’m just keeping her company since I have no plans for tonight.” I can’t tell if Tracy’s face is embarrassed or sad but I immediately knew I had to change the subject.

“Did you just get out of work?”

“For the most part I’m a little out of work as of this week, and Diana is feeding me drinks for free tonight, one of the many perks.”

“Ah, what did you work in?”

“Online work… Mostly streaming and editing, my PC just died though putting me into a little hiatus.”

“Oh… interesting”, I lied, it has blown up so much I’m not surprised and not impressed.

“How about yourself?”

“I’m a junior editor at The Hub. It has its perks but the hours really kill any fun I used to have before it.”

“Like?”

“Sex.”

I must be drunk from this second drink I just let that one out and now Tracy is struggling to make eye contact. Either roll with it Sam or keep it moving.

“So next time you see a priest tell him he’s in the wrong profession if he wants to get out the word!” I’m a horrible drunk and I think Tracy knows it. Though after an hour of bad puns back and forth between us I think I made up for it, and I think blond is affecting me again. I need a cigarette to clear my mind.

“Going out for a cigarette, be right back”

“Can I join?”

“I wouldn’t mind if you do, I wouldn’t mind if you don’t.” I feel light on my feet, obviously flirting but less obviously not having a care in the world either way. I could leave now and fall asleep happily alone, or with anyone, even Diana, hopefully Diana, that would be something.

“Hey Phil!” Those eyes were shut and his mouth was slightly parted and yawning through his beard.

“Oh hey Sam, still here at this time?”

“Yes, yes, need a coffee or something?”

“Shit if you wouldn’t mind asking Diana for a Redbull for me I’d appreciate it.”

I pass Phil my cigarette even though he doesn’t smoke, head back inside and right back out with the caffeinated poison of his choice.

“Thanks Sam” He passes me back the cigarette, it wasn’t even lit. Tracy was about a quarter of the way done with his cigarette, he couldn’t wait I don’t blame him. Luckily he decided to move to my usual spot on the wall downwind from Phil, far enough outside the bar’s spotlighted front to not be a nuisance but close enough to call for help if something happened, which has happened but thankfully has become less frequent with Phil here. Standing next to Tracy, lighting my cigarette with one leg propped on the wall behind me, I feel quite cool, quite comfortable with the fact that I came here alone. I wonder if D decided to stay in tonight, I wonder what stories she’ll bring me tomorrow, I wonder if she’ll even care to tell me the truth or just write it off till I find out from someone else. I’m being awfully quiet, thinking here to myself next to new company.

“Sorry if I have been quiet.” My cigarette was nearly done, his has been cast away.

“It’s okay, silence can be warm and welcoming sometimes.”

“It can be you’re right, you’ve been warm and welcoming tonight.”

“So have you.”

And all at once I don’t know which happened first, if I rolled in front of him or he in front of I but we were connected by the lips. My eyes closed I felt him on me and I on him. Fingers tracing each other’s backs as if we were looking for a way in, but in fact we were looking for a way to come closer, just then I remembered Phil and backed away.

“I’m sorry… that was, um, unplanned.” I felt all at once aware of how the scene looked and needed to escape it all.

“I’m going to uh… head home it was nice meeting you.” Running away from Tracy and back into the Nest I nudge past the rowdy college crowd which still hasn’t settled down and settled my tab with Diana. I hope I didn’t look as rough to Diana as I felt putting myself on exhibition on the street.

“Have a good night Phil, get home safe and send my love to the family!”

“You too Sam have a good night!”

I don’t know where Tracy is but I’m glad I didn’t have to explain myself, though honestly I don’t know what I would say or how I’d apologize. I don’t feel like apologizing though, I feel like taking him home with me, using what I just had a taste of and leaving him behind in time for Sunday brunch. Past the corner is just two blocks till home, even if I’m drunk and alone I should be able to make it home and to bed okay.

“Hey, Sam!”

Oh no, not…

“Sam, it’s Tracy wait up!”

Fucking seriously this is not good, how do I run, if I run does he follow? Do I want to run? I just have to turn and face him.

“Hey Tracy… Sorry about that. It’s been a while since I’ve drunkenly hooked up with someone outside a bar.” I can’t help but be honest. I’ve been fighting his blue eyes for too long and they have drained me of all my strength, either that or I’m too drunk to lie.

“It’s okay, I just didn’t want to have you leave on that note, it really was nice meeting you and spending the night together.”

“You too…”, at this point I know what I want and know how to get it, I just have to ask.

“...do you really want to stop spending the night together or would you like to keep me company at home?” I asked, and to my surprised he hesitated before saying yes.

Before I knew it we were through the threshold, clothes on the ground, again on top of each other without clear knowledge of who started on who, just lost in it all. I could feel him all over me, hands on my hips, pulling me closer as I try to grasp his entirety between my legs. His hands can’t stop wandering from my legs upwards and I can’t help wanting more.

“Choke me” I let my fantasies slip from my subconscious.

He hesitates again, so I guide his hands to my neck.

“Don’t worry just do it and kiss me”, I grab his neck and drag him close, hoping he would grab me with the same force. It was lacking until I said “harder”, then I couldn’t help but moan “right there.”

We both fell asleep, but I don’t remember when or if it was at the same time. Though I’m awake now and the sun in spilling in through my curtains. Tracy was face down in the mattress next to me, either I stole the pillow or he decided to let me have it instead of trying to share. All night he has seen my naked body but I just want to wrap myself up, as though he wouldn’t approve in the daylight. What was I thinking? Am I a whore now for bringing someone home the first night I meet them? I needed it, I know, but was this the best solution to my dry spell?

“Hey, good morning” He slid over and caught me covering myself.

“Did you really need to cover those girls up? I was hoping for a bit more of last night this morning.” Those blue eyes were squinting at me, but their effect on me was waning with my hangover.

“Yeah sorry, have some early plans today, need to head out.” I lied, of course, but I don’t want to turn a one night stand into anything more so quickly. I need time to think, I also need a big breakfast. “That’s okay I’ll get out of your hair, I don’t know if we traded numbers last night but I’ll leave mine on the table in case you want to meet up again.” Then I just realized we actually never became intimately connected past first names and started dressing faster. Tracy must’ve noticed my own haste to get dressed and rushed himself into his clothes from the night before. Finally, completely dressed we both looked at each other through fresh eyes, and give out a sigh. “I’ll just leave my number here”, he picks up a pen off of my night stand and begins writing his name followed by his number on a tissue.

“Thanks, maybe I’ll call you this week if I’m not swamped by work?”

“That’d be cool, I remember you mentioning how work was a real struggle recently for you...”

“mhm, well…” I take a few step forwards and he guesses that it is his cue to start walking towards the exit. At the door he turns and looks at me, waiting for a kiss, and although we had an amazing night, I couldn’t help but give just a single kiss on the cheek. He smiled behind a “thank you, see you soon hopefully”, then made his way out of the apartment complex.

Gone, gone, gone, finally gone and finally I can think. What is wrong with me? How can I let myself do that? All of that? Was I really becoming such an irresponsible and easy girl? Is it really so bad to simply know what I want and take it when I want it? Most importantly over all, where in the damn hell is D so I can get another opinion on this?

I give in and call, and I guess D gives in and starts caring about her friends.

“Hey D where in the hell have you been?”

“Heyyyy Sammmmm, I’ve been a bit busy I got caught up with some people last night.” She was obviously still high from the night before.

“Whatever D, want to meet me at Café Olé for breakfast?”

“Fuck yes that sounds great right now, meet you in thirty.”

Café Olé was a good thirty minutes from either of us so we arrive at basically the same time and take our usual seats outside under an umbrella. Our young waiter comes equipped with a menu and water for both of us, taking our drink orders then returning inside to the restaurant.

“You look… refreshed.”

“So do you!” D has such a bubbly attitude though she works in accounting. On the weekend her tightly packed hair bun becomes a cascade of curls that animates every phrase she says into a huge theatrical statement. During the week that bun must be necessary to be taken seriously, I halfheartedly wish she was wearing it now so I could take the conversation seriously. 

“Why didn’t you answer you phone last night?” my stern expression was faced with her laughs. 

“Welllllll, I got a call from an old someone early last night and took a little trip, as you can say, kinda lost track of time but here I am!” her smile was obnoxiously cute, to the point that my seriousness has melted into laughs.

“Wait… so you’re telling me you tripped last night?”

“Mhmmmmmm, it’s been a w h i l e.”

“You don’t say, years I bet, since Tom moved away to California.”

“Mhmmmmmm”

“It was him wasn’t it, the “old someone”…”

“Mhmmmmmm”

“Oh wow it was?” I suddenly remembered the last time we spoke of him, D wasn’t so much excited to admit he was leaving, yet not outspokenly sad about it either. It was hard to pin down exactly what D was feeling in the moment, and usually took a while to get an answer after the moment has passed.

“…Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, fine, and you? How was your night.” D was smart enough under all that bubbliness to know how to smoothly get off a subject.

“Long, weird, still stuck in it a bit.”

“Wow Sam, who did you let in your cookie jar last night?”

I can’t help but laugh at my transparency and her juvenile way of bringing my attention to it, “Shut it Delilah, no one wants to hear about my cookie jar over brunch.”

“Well I beg to differ Samantha, who wouldn’t want to hear about a petite and nubile cookie jar getting into some frisky business?” Those damned curls really make this conversation so hard to get away from.

“Okay, okay, it’s true…” I try to whisper to her as our waiter comes out of the restaurant with our mimosas, “someone has… gotten in the jar last night.”

“Finally!” she yells it loud enough for the waiter to take personal offense to it and start walking faster to the table.

“Who was it? Billy from the Creative Department? Hasn’t he been sending you not so subtle hints for the longest time?”

“Oh hell no, never Billy. It was someone new you don’t know about.”

She is left speechless at this, motionless even, as if a crime scene unfolded in front of her.

“How. Drunk. Were. You. Last. Night?” after this staccato response a rush of questions came at me from the other side of the table like an avalanche.

“Was it someone you know? Where were you? Were they someone from work? Did you go to theirs or did they go to yours? Was it good? Was it bad? Are you going to call him? Her?!” then a breath, “Was it consensual?!”

“Very, no, at the Nest, no, my place, can’t remember the rest, and yes it was consensual or I’d be having this conversation with the police!” I was out of breath sooner than she was and it became apparent to me that the waiter was back for our order.

“The Special with Pancakes, please.”

“I’ll take the same.”

The waiter walks away with a bewildered look on his face.

“That waiter might spit in our food…” I truly couldn’t blame him after that last fiasco.

“No he won’t, he’s been checking us out this whole time.”

“Hope you’re right…” my attempt at changing subjects was detected and D was back on it harder than before.

“So Sam, going to call back the mystery guy or not?”

“His name is Tracy and I don’t know.” I truly didn’t know. He was interesting, but nothing to break my head over. Good in bed but I had to tell him what to do. His saving grace was that he listened. It took a little while but people usually never listen or just listen when it is too late.

“Maybe again to rattle my brains if he is down with no commitment but that’s it.”

“A guy that would be down with no commitment, that’s really hard to find.” Her sarcasm was just as animated as everything else she said.

“You’d be surprised.” She really would be surprised, sometimes it is the hardest thing to find, because even if you make intentions clear everyone always wants more.

“So you’re joining the wild bunch? Swearing off relationships and using men for the only thing they’re good for?” She smiled at me behind this statement but I could tell she was hoping for a sappy response to warm her heart and reaffirm her lost faith in love.

“No, not yet, but I’m considering it. I mean if I can find someone that can take all my bullshit and my work schedule, great, but if I can just have someone to jump on top of when I feel like jumping, that would be great too.”

She smiled and was quite speechless at this, and I knew the next thing she said would be an attempt to embarrass me to the fullest extent.

“My Sam is finally becoming a woman!”

There it is, the eventual salt to the wound that I saw coming from miles away. It is alright though, with each insult I become a bit stronger, a bit more immune.

“If only you could follow in my example, huh D?” I’ve learned to bite back a bit.

“Hahaha sick burn Sam, back to business however, how is business? Any hope in escaping hell at work?” my quip calmed D down a bit and brought a more serious tone to her.

We went on for well into our meal about the intricacies that is junior editing for The Hub. The go getting, the long nights, the tedious copies and summarizations that eventually go unused, the meetings, oh god the meetings. As if we needed another hour in our sixty-hour work week to be told what to do. The frivolous memos, and worse, the amount of ass-kissing to be seen day in and day out. You can’t expect any different from a modern day internet start-up that has blown up into a corporation. Everyone is trying to make sure they’re on the next Zuckerberg’s dick before he makes the new Facebook. I tell her that now you’re either the innovator, or the curator. You’re either making something new, or reporting on what was done. To move up to senior editor I would have to do the same, I would have to either make something new inside the Hub, or find something inside of it good enough to piggyback on.

Either full of conversation or pancakes, I’m not too sure, but we left Café Olé walking silently for a while until for some odd reason the conversation returned to work for a moment. D began talking about her job, which she rarely spoke of beyond the odd, “If I never see an excel sheet again, I will be a happy lass”, I knew next to nothing about her accounting firm.

“Y’know there’s this guy John in Acquisitions that who went through a bad breakup, his fiancé left him for an old boyfriend from College...”

I looked at her a bit confused as to why this came about, but curious, “Wow that kinda sucks…”

Under her breath she continued, “that’s not the worst of it, this happened only a week before the wedding… everyone in the office was invited.”

“Holy shit, wow, that really sucks.” My response was genuine; I couldn’t believe someone could wait that long to leave someone out on the wire outside of maybe a movie. Though it must’ve sounded out of character because D became quite defensive.

D pulls out a cigarette, something she usually does when drunk or mad, after that meal it had to be the latter. “I’m serious, and I couldn’t believe it… it was crazy to hear. The guys almost didn’t want to tell me about it because they thought I would side with her, can you believe that? They thought I would somehow rationalize a person waiting until after ten thousand plus dollars is spent on a reception, just the reception mind you, with some feminine romantic spin on story. As if I, head of the budgetary committee, would be so airheaded to see pass the financial loss. After I heard it from my secretary I went right to the break room to see John and told him, “that bitch could go fuck herself, you’ll find better”, and the chatty guys finally got together and told me the rest of the story.”

“Wait there’s more?”

“Plenty.” She passes me the cigarette and proceeds to pull her tangled curls into a messy ponytail.

“So she left him two weeks ago and the wedding was supposed to be last weekend. I didn’t find this all out until this week because I didn’t R.S.V.P. for the wedding anyway so I guess I didn’t deserve a cancellation notice. I also guess the guys didn’t find out until late because I remember John took off sick during the beginning of the week. Anyway, as the story goes…”

D reaches out for the cigarette which was mostly filter at this point, takes a drag then tosses it aside, continuing her story.

“As the story goes, the guys decided after hearing all this the best remedy for John’s broken heart was a quality person to fuck it back together.”

“They got him an escort?”

“They got him a fucking escort. For what would’ve been his wedding night.”

“Oh, wow.”

“Oh wow indeed, so when I told them congrats on being the best co-workers a person could ask for and actually went to go in for my first high five in the office I was really pissed when it wasn’t immediately returned.”

“You actually went for a high five?”

“I fucking did and they just stared at me until Bill, openly singing Taylor Swift sober at Office Karaoke night Bill, came out of the copy room and gave me one, not even knowing why.”

“That’s fucked, so then what happened?”

“Then the whole thing turned into a discussion on the financial pros and cons of hiring a hooker over tying the knot until Fisher came out of his office and we got back to work. No one would want to have a conversation like that next to that born again Christian.”

“That is pretty great, so why are you mad about it?” I light up a cigarette and pass it to along.

“Where we left off the conversation. We basically agreed that paying just for sex saves you plenty in the long run, for both sexes, but when I began to bring up my last points for the biggest expenditures a woman could save on in an economy with legal prostitution, the intern that was listening in on the whole thing laughed. I asked why and he simply said, “who would hire a male prostitute instead of going out and getting it for free, only an ugly broad, and I mean ugly, would have to do that” and everyone else started to laugh at that too, so I became mad and started to defend why even I would consider it, and that’s when Fisher’s door opened.”

“I hope he didn’t hear.”

“Christ I hope he did, exorcise the stick that guy has in his ass.” She passes me back the cigarette, returning the favor with an ace that I quickly toss away.

“Can you believe that intern though? The balls to make a statement like that?”

“I mean, if I could pay to make sure that the dick I was getting was worthwhile, instead of getting strung around on three dates I have to put hours of commitment in just to find out he’s married, and can’t get it up, why not make the investment?”

“Exactly, sometimes you just need a little and that’s it, back to business. We all have needs; they just weren’t getting it.”

Of course I had my own cynical view of hiring a male prostitute but who wants to get into a debate this early on a Sunday afternoon. The intern was an asshole, but he has a misogynistic point. In the relationship world, women do have the upper hand in being able to pounce and flirt better than men. It wouldn’t be hard for me, or D, to find some Joe in Café Olé, or even on this walk, and convince him to give us his number, and we’re not supermodels. I wouldn’t doubt any women, of any shape, size, or form, would have too much of an issue finding a suitor. Though where the intern put his head up his ass is when he used that word ugly. It immediately implies that he, and everyone that laughs, owns a standard of beauty and may use it to take advantage. To tell someone they have to pay for it, or to treat them like garbage and leave them on the curb after taking whatever they want. It’s how they rationalize all the worst things, “she’s ugly, she’s lucky she’s getting any in the first place”, or “better pretty up or you’ll go nowhere”, we’ve all heard it before in some form.

The more I think about it however the more I start to rationalize the use of a male escort. The control to say, “please leave”, without remorse or ramification would be a nice start. How about not having to meet another group of friends that seem to have a collective IQ lower than their collective alcohol content? If we’re being really imaginative, how about being able to not go to another reunion or banquet alone or with your best friend? The perks are there, especially if it was legal and regulated, because we all have heard that one story that has come out of that one long relationship, where suddenly, everyone has chlamydia. By the end of the walk to the subway there was only two thoughts on my mind, why isn’t this legal, and what kind’ve money can even be found in a business like this.

“So D, did you ever find out how much the guys paid?”

“That’s the crazy part, they told me they really felt bad, so they pooled together as much as they could spare from that payday and hired one for about six grand.”

“Wow, that much? That can’t be normal.”

“Oh no, not at all. They got him the Ferrari of escorts. I wouldn’t doubt that girl did things to him they don’t even allow on the internet. I asked them the usual going rate and they told me if you don’t want to wind up with itches and creams you usually spend the better part of a grand, but if you want to take a coin flip, three hundred isn’t bad odds, though anything less, and you’re asking for it.”

“Still that is black market sex, in a regulated world I bet that would drop.”

“It would but to be honest”, lightening up a little D removed her scrunchy, releasing those curls from their prison, “whoever is running that black market gambit is making plenty scratch, especially those Ferrari dealers.” As she said this she slipped out a smile and the oncoming train sent her curls in a frenzy.

“Well I guess I’ll see you later!”

The train stops and the doors open as we open up from our hug. She waves goodbye to me and I to her as the doors close and the train speeds away. Walking down the stairs of the station, in through one corridor, then up another stairwell and onto the downtown platform I started to think of the last night, of this morning, of everything. Of all the quirks, of all the stories, and most of all, the possibilities.

 PT. II Soon.