#*pretends to tuck hair behind my ear cos my hair is too sort to do so and i'm being silly*

[speakyskelly-1999]

so i just watched pink floyd - the wall

fascinating piece

hard to recomend ngl cos it's a kinda heavy, i don't think the some of the content is for everyone

but

very good

i don;'t now how much i wanna give like a detailed review about it cos it's very abstract and up to interpritation which means it very revealing about a person when they analyse it and i'm not against that but like my main issue is that it would be so much effort to write all my thought/feelings about it down into a coherent review

like if i was to actually try i'd neeed correct spelling, gramma and punctuation to properly get everything across correctly

and i simply don't have time to do that at the minute

like maybe eventually but at the moment i literally don't have time

and like idk how much that would actually match the ton of this blog

so

instead

here are some random ish thoughts i had about the piece that are kinda funny

spoilers for the wall ahead and errr tw yonic imagery and discusions of facism

also i have boba, ignore how late i'm having caffine for me

so random funny thouight i had about the wall in no particular order cos i started listening to journey and i'm losingf my train of thought

so pink is played by bob geldof (who i always new as rod geldof idk whyyyy) and people make a point that he dosn't get to sing in teh film which is whatever to me rn but i do think it's funny that i think a tim curry version of this film would slay. like don't get me wrong i loved bob's proformace, it was great, but i also want a version with tim curry cos look

the second gif is very thematic

oh look it's dina from alice in wonderland

so anyway

can you tell i lreaned how gifs work

ehhehe

anyway

so theres a scene where pink is giving like a "fascist speach" to like his fans (it's complicated..... it's complicated) insead of the music concert he's giving and like all i could think about was andrew tate and taylor swift. weird i know. will i explain why eeeeeeeeh, it's hard to cos it's so abstrac and on the nose at the same time it's a really complicated explination but yea. andrew tate and taylor swft. oh and like also hitler cos thats what they were riffing off but like pop culture now wise tate and swift

theres a point when the "ghost" of pinks wife comes back to "haunt" him as a vigina monster and i thought this was the perfect moment to deepface jerma into the film as pink like look at him

he'd fit

he'd be a good pink

errrrrrr what else

oh not really funny but erm yea as someone who had parents who were into pink floyd and played another brick in the wall (cos like they were in school when the song came out so yea you'd deffo like the song then), listening to it without the visual element is a diservace to the song and it's meaning and then also not having the context of the stuff in the film leading up to this point, real diservice to the song. liike people still use this song today and with good-

WTF..... WONDER WOMAN?????????

-reason cos the education system is still fucked. But. ahdn hear me out. the way it's used in the film and with it's full context, people kinda miss use it today. like errrr it's rooted in it's historical setting (it's weird saying historical cos it was like errrrrrrrrr 50 years ago which for some people really isn't that long a go and like i don't view it as that long ago, but) the culture at the time si so diffrerent to now what like it dosen't work as the same anti school vibes as now.

like i kinda stated i'm not gonna go more into that but if you wanna get the vibes for your self watch the first 28ish minuets of the film (okay thats more than i thought it was but yea,) or watch the music video, the six minuet one, this one Another Brick in the Wall Pt. 2 (The Wall) - 1080p Remastered (youtube.com) 👍🏽 it's the exert from the fiml. theres some things that aren't explained by just the music video but the school bit that i'm on about mainly is

i can't remember anything else that i thought was funny so errr yea

cat break

over all i'd give this a errrrrrrrrrrrr 8/10. like i think it could have benifitted from being a little less abstract butr at the same time could it really be made less abstrat? i dunno. i'd recomend if you like this sort of thing. like british music from this time, pink floyd, political peice, abstraction, that kind of thing.

bye

ps you should watch foling ideas review of the nostalga critics parody of the wall, tis very good

[a-wildemusing]

The Three of Us: A Late Night at the Cafe. 

word count: 1,676~

genre: Kenma x platonic!reader, Kuroo x Platonic!reader.

warnings: nothing I can think of. probably any mistakes.

summary: Y/n took the late shift at the Cafe they work at. It’s been a slow night until unexpectedly a whole volleyball team decides to get a late snack. 

a/n: this is part of a series I’m doing, called the Three of Us. Its made up events and adventures with being best friends with Kuroo and Kenma. Hope you enjoy!

The Three of Us. ✨ Masterlist. ✨

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The night was going to be a long one, you thought. As a courtesy to your boss lady, you said that you would take her closing shift so she and her family could spend the evening together. It was her son’s birthday. You wanted them to spend as much time with her family as possible. There was no class the following day, so it all worked out. You could sleep in and your boss lady can relax. 

A few customers came in, but it wasn't overwhelming. Even at the last hour, you even told your co-worker they can go home early. You have done this many times before. Taking the closing shift wasn't anything new to you. The boss lady did not hesitate to trust you.  

It was a quiet night. Only two people came in for drinks after your coworker left. They left after a short stay. You were on your own after that. From the front window of the cafe, you looked out. Occasionally, a car passed by. As the minutes passed, the streets began to clear. After catching yourself spacing out, you decided to keep busy and start cleaning a little.

You had your back turned from the door. Cleaning the counters a little while waiting for closing time. There were still forty minutes left. You were minding your own business. Humming along with the low melody of the song playing over the speakers.  

This sort of quiet was sometimes enjoyable to you. However, it was beginning to feel a little overwhelming. You went too deep into your thoughts. 

The past few months have been interesting. There were many things coming up soon. Summer break was just around the corner. Graduation was drawing near for third-year students. In the coming term, Kuroo will be attending university. Kenma and you were going to be third years. Everything felt a little overwhelming. 

As you sighed, you began to organize some things. Your work routine slowly returns and you try not to space out again.     

Your ears were alerted to the chimes from the door. A smile soon appeared on your face as soon as you turned around to see your smirking best friend. You had a slightly confused expression on your face, but the smile was still prominent. Kuroo was standing with what seemed like the whole volleyball team. 

“Welcome!” You cheerfully said putting down the rag you were using the clean moments ago.  

You smiled at Kuroo. “What are you guys doing here? I thought you guys had practice” 

“We-

“Y/n, can I still order?” Lev interrupted Kuroo. Lev walked towards you with heart eyes. Kuroo rolled his eyes and sat at the nearest table. Kenma follows him. Both of them are watching you. Before giving Lev your full attention, you shook your head at the two. 

“Oh. yeah! Of course,” You said cheerfully as you made your way to the cash register. “What can I get you, Lev?” 

The rest of the team lined up behind Lev to order and offer a small greeting as well. After taking some orders, you take a short break to make the drinks or give the snacks to the boys. Even though they had practiced, everyone was so lively. Kuroo caught your eye as you glanced over at him. A smile spread across his face. It was as if he knew you needed the company. 

Kenma finally came up to you to say hi when it seemed you had a small moment to yourself.   You handed him a box to go. 

“Hi, Kenma.” You smiled. “I saved that for you.” 

Kenma opens the box to see a piece of apple pie. He smiles, and thanks you before sitting with Yamamoto. Then you went back making drinks again.

Once everyone had their food and drinks. You went around chatting with everyone. Yaku and Fukunaga were the two you ended up with. The two of them took care of you by protecting you from Lev, Inouka, and Yamamoto from simping too hard or bothering you. 

All in all, it was a good time. You felt so much better. The thoughts you thought earlier weren't so bothersome to you anymore. 

In time, the volleyball team began to slowly leave. Everyone said goodbye and thanks to you.  Before leaving, some of them helped you stack some of the chairs on top of the tables. All that remained was to mop the floors and finalize the cash register. 

Soon the only person that was left was Kuroo. Kenma was actually feeling tired and went home with the rest.

“Thanks for tonight.” As Kuroo grabbed the spare mop, you said softly, "I was kind of feeling weird." You moved the mop side to side as you slowly walked backward, not making eye contact with him.

"I remember you telling me you would be taking the night shift and we ended practice early. So why not.” Kuroo said while he mopped an area a little further apart from you. “But what’s up?”

“I don’t know.” You shrugged. 

“I am sure you do. How am I supposed to give you amazing advice if you don’t tell me what’s bugging you? How can your elder help you?” Kuroo teases you. 

You shake your head with a small smile on your face. “You are only one year older than me... Shut up.” 

A chuckle escaped Kuroo's lips. Then he taps your mop with his. Bringing your eyes up to look at him. As you hold the mop and pretend to be holding a sword, Kuroo follows your lead and does the same. 

“I don’t know…” You softly tap your mop with his a couple of times. “What are we going to do without you, Kuroo?” You leaned the mop by the counter. 

“What do you mean? I’m not leaving.” 

“Yes, you are. This is your last year. Graduation is coming soon.” 

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh. We have been together since we were kids and I don't know... Maybe I'm just being weird.” You looked down.

“No. No. you’re not. To be honest with you. I thought about this.” 

“Really?” You looked back up to meet Kuroo’s eyes. There was a seriousness to them.

“Yeah, really. I was thinking that I get one whole year without you and Kenma. How peaceful will that be.” 

You nudged him playfully, “ Hey!”

Kuroo starts laughing, putting the mop that he was holding down next to yours. He leans on the counter to keep his balance. 

Kuroo as he calms down. “It’s not like I’m leaving the face of the Earth Y/n. Plus, you are going to the same university as me.” Kuroo teases. 

“I know! Okay…it’s just I-I’m... I’m going to miss you.” You give him a small smile. 

But with that Kuroo starts laughing again.  

“Oh come on, Kuroo let me be sappy for a second.” You sighed and gave Kuroo a shove. “You’re my best friend...my annoying older brother. God. Maybe, this is going to be a nice break from your teasing!” Your vision slowly started to blur. You shocked your head. 

“I’m going to miss seeing you every day,” Kuroo said, as he walked towards you. He wraps you in a hug and you return the hug. “But don’t worry. It’s going to be like I haven’t left. I’m going to bug you and Kenma as much as possible.”

You rolled your eyes but hugged Kuroo a little harder. The both of you stayed like that for a bit.

“Hey, come on. I know you still have to finalize the cash register and it's getting late.” Kuroo lets go of you. 

You and Kuroo completed the cleaning and you completed the cash register after your conversation. The cafe was locked. The two of you walked home together. It was a quiet walk and train ride home. Each of you taking a moment to ponder over the small conversation you both had. 

There was going to be a lot of change. Getting used to not seeing each other every day was going to take some time. However, you knew Kuroo and Kenma would be your closest friends for a long time. 

*Kenma and Y/n during the first two weeks of their third year*

Your alarm went off and when you saw it was the third special alarm you woke up so quickly. A burst of energy helps you race to get yourself ready and out the door. Your third alarm was your last warning before you were going to have zero time to make it to school on time. 

You knew if you were waking up late, Kenma would be as well.  Your hair was a little messy, your uniform wasn't tucked in completely, and there were some papers trapped in the zipper of your school bag.  

“We're going to be late, Kenma!" You barged into Kenma’s room. Kenma is still lying in bed. Opening his eyes gradually, he gazes into the distance towards you by the door. 

“Kenma! Let's go!" You threw his uniform at him. Despite still being confined to his bed, he slowly begins to rise. 

“What do you mean...Kuroo is not here yet.”  Kenma rubs his eyes. 

After a brief pause, you turned your attention to him. Your face displays a sad smile. It's then that Kenma realizes what's going on.

“Oh.” He grabs his uniform.  

Kenma and you were finally out the door and rushing to school. You both were able to catch the train. Both sitting down, you placed your head on Kenma’s shoulder trying to catch your breath.

“How did Kuroo manage to keep us from being late for so long?” You look up smiling at Kenma. 

“I don’t even know.” Kenma takes out his handheld console. 

You lifted your head from Kenma’s shoulder when you felt your phone blowing up with text messages. You smile to yourself seeing who was texting you. Kuroo was texting you asking if you made it on time and if you and Kenma were at school yet. You message him back and then put your phone away. Placing your head back on Kenma’s shoulder to watch him play his game.

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end notes lol 

~ Kenma and Y/n were so distracted by the game that they almost missed their stop. ಥ‿ಥ

~Kuroo is stressed af bc of Kenma and Y/n and he doesn’t even go to same school as them anymore lol 

[fandomsonrequests]

long overdue

fandom: stranger things

characters: steve harrington

reader: gn

word count: 1.6k+

summary: you and steve have been friends since childhood and neither of you could ignore what you felt for each other. but it took some demogorgons for you to realize that

a/n: AHHHHHHH i’m so sorry if this is late ;^; school is really kicking my ass rn ;^; i hope you enjoy!

notes: some swearing; demogorgons

tagged by: @hyposstuffingwell​ 

It was late at night and the breeze was chilly but that didn’t stop you or Steve from sneaking out. He picked you up a couple of blocks away from your house and the two of you drove away to the quarry, belting out Queen’s songs from inside the car.

Now here you were, sitting on top of the car’s hood as you look over the waters, talking over the most mundane things to the crazy events that took place last year. The moon glinted off the soft ripples of the water, causing silver streaks to float through the surface. The smell of damp grass reached your nose and an orchestra of cicadas serenaded whoever was present. 

“I still can’t believe that you actually said that to Carol in fifth grade,” You guffawed, holding your belly as more laughs escape you.

“Hey— you thought the same thing!” Steve argues. “Her hair really looked like a bird’s nest.”

“Yeah but you don’t tell her that..!” You retort with a playful shove to his shoulder. 

The brunet rolled his eyes at that, brushing back his gorgeous locks. He sighs and leaned against the car’s window, leaving you to your own musings. He eyes the various stars that twinkled against the dark blanket of the sky. He never really told many people this, not even the Party or he’ll never hear the end of it, but he was one of those people who just stared up into the night sky. He liked to take in the sights and smells around him and just enjoy what he had. 

His gaze rolls over to you beside him, seeing you lying comfortably against his car’s window. The warm quilt you had brought along was laid neatly on top of your lap, eyes closed as you basked in the ambiance of the night. 

At that moment Steve wondered- why did it take him so long to see this? Why did it have to take him supernatural beings, a group of kids, and a secret Russian infiltration paired with a gigantic demonic creature to work up the courage to realize what he had felt for you?

You two were neighbors, practically growing up together. You two were an unstoppable force as children, just the two of you against the world. But once high school rolled around- things changed. It was like you two became two different people. Maybe it was his fault, considering he was blinded by the popularity that managed to find its way to him, but that shouldn’t have stopped him from talking to you. 

The brunet shakes himself out of his trance when he feels your hand casually slip in his, lacing your fingers with his and giving his palm a gentle squeeze. He looks up to see you gaze at him softly, almost as if you were contemplating something. He sits up when you do, hands never leaving yours.

“You brought your guitar right?” You ask and he nods. “I wanna hear you sing.”

Steve flushes a brighter shade of red and looks away bashfully. You whine and latch onto his arm, begging him to serenade you. He chuckles at your pleads, his free hand reaching up to run his hand through his hair in nervousness. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to play for you- he’d do it in a heartbeat. But he was scared that he’d mess up and look stupid in front of you- or worse, sing something that revealed his true feelings for you.

Fuck it. He thinks to himself. “Fine,” He relents and you cheer quietly. “Jeez- no matter what age we are you always manage to rope me into doing what you want.”

“You can say no, y’know.” You chide and playfully punch his shoulder, watching as he fetches his guitar from his car. 

“I know. But I need the practice anyway.” He hops back onto the hood, reaching up to the neck of the guitar to tune it.

You watch fondly as he did so, memories of hanging out in his room and watching him play come flooding back to you. The sad, heavy wave of nostalgia washes over you at the memories, but you push that aside. You can recreate them again, right here and now. 

Steve releases a nervous exhale and you rest a hand of comfort to his shoulder. You give him an encouraging smile, one that he reciprocates with gratitude, and starts to play. His fingers pluck at the strings gently- just some random notes to get the feel of it. He plays a jumble of notes, pretending to be in one of those rock bands and you laugh at his antics. Eventually, he stops messing around and the notes morph into something familiar- a song you heard on the radio many times. 

“We’re talking away, I don't know what I'm to say. I'll say it anyway…” He sings softly.

You perked up when you recognized this iconic song. As he played into the night, you realized that it sounded so different when played this way- more romantic even. And you couldn’t help but feel a warmth bloom in your chest at the sight in front of you. Steve looked so lost in the music as he strummed away, singing along with the melody. He always had a talent for music, you just wish he recognized it. 

“Take on me, take me on,” Steve looks up to you, shyly meeting your gaze. “I’ll be gone, in a day or two…”

He strums the rest of the chords, repeating it a couple of times before closing the song and letting the last notes echo into the air. It’s quiet for a while, just the two of you staring at each other as you let the atmosphere settle. Steve poured his heart out into the song and poured a little of what he thinks he feels for you so that you’d know how much you mean to him. 

When the tension became unbearable, you spoke up. “I missed you, Steve.” You tell him softly. 

“I missed you too, ______,” He replies with a sigh. He reached out to take your hand in his, thumb running over the back of it. “Look… I’m sorry for what happened back in high school… I was a jerk. Like- a jerk-jerk, the kind of jerk you want to just punch ‘cos he’s so self-absorbed and pathetic.”

You scoot over to him, gently taking the guitar and placing it back into the car. When you return, you reach up to cup his face, making the brunet turn to you. At your touch, his skin heats up with shame and he avoids your gaze. He couldn’t bear to look at you— it would just remind him of how neglectful he was as a friend.

His warm brown eyes are glassy with a pang of deep-seated guilt as he stared down at his lap. Your heart clenches at this. You knew that it was kind of his fault- he did turn you away when he became “King of Hawkins High,” but part of it was your fault too. You were so angry at him that you shunned him away whenever he tried approaching you- it was easier for you that way. Because at least, when you acted cold, the heartbreak you felt would be less painful than what it would have initially been. 

“I’m not going to lie, you were that kind of a jerk,” You chuckle, thumb brushing the space under his eyes. “But it was my fault too… I gave you the cold shoulder and turned you away. And… I’m sorry for that- I should have listened to you when you tried to explain yourself…” 

Steve let out some sort of amused huff. “...I guess we both fucked up big time huh?” His eyes drop down to your lips before flickering back up to your face where he finally met your gentle gaze. He dared to lean forward, pressing his forehead against yours while his trembling hands reached up to cup both your cheeks.

“What if… what if I kissed you right now?” He asks boldly, impulsively. 

Your heartbeat speeds up at the question. You had already harbored feelings for your friend back then. Even though circumstances weren’t all that great before, that tiny vulnerable part you had for him never left. And with what happened with the Demogorgons, Billy, the Russians chasing after you (all that shared trauma as Murray Bauman puts it) it had only festered into what you have now. 

“Here’s a better question,” You whisper. “What’s stopping you from doing so?” 

Steve’s breath hitched when you actually gave him permission to kiss him. He blinks rapidly, almost as if making sure he wasn’t dreaming, before steeling his nerves and leaning forward to press his lips tentatively against yours. 

The kiss was shy and hesitant at first. It was only when the both of you pulled away from each other did you two realize that you wanted something more. As your lips slot against his again, you couldn’t help but lean further into him, arms wrapping around his shoulders as your lips moved against his. Steve on the other hand wrapped an arm around your waist as the other came to cradle the back of your head, holding you as if you’d disappear any moment. 

The kiss wasn’t sloppy or desperate- but it was passionate and full of unsaid emotions that could be better off expressed without the use of words. You pull your head away when the call for air was too great but made no move to shift out of Steve’s hold. You couldn’t help but smile at what had happened, the warmth in your chest growing and spreading throughout your whole body. 

“That, that was long overdue.” You hum, eliciting a soft chuckle from Steve. 

“Well,” He muses and tucks a stray hair behind your ear, kissing your forehead after. “Better late than never.” 

[geesaotblog]

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Levi Ackerman x Reader x Eren Jaeger (Implied) Levi Ackerman x Reader

Tags: Fingering, Back seat fraternization. CEO Levi Ackerman COO Eren Jaeger. Personal Assistant Reader. 18+. 

         “Oh, now that’s not fair.” Eren’s own dark voice practically rang through your ear while Levi’s hands trailed up your thighs, fingertips slipping past your dress. “Levi, do enough for the both of us.”

          “I do what I want,” Levi answered back haughtily, pupils blown out as he watched your lips part with heavy breaths.

           You couldn’t really blame Floch for his current actions. After all, this was a rather huge company party, and the opportunities that came with such an event were overflowing. First of all, the networking possibilities were endless. The big named corporate goons were flooding the large Victorian banquet hall that had been rented out and hosted by Ackerman Co., the second largest technological corporation in the states. Everyone who was anyone had attended, ready to mooch off of the billionaires that walked through those lavish ornate doors.

           Second of all, employees of Ackerman Co. were all invited, as per request from their generous CEO, Levi Ackerman. You hid a scoff behind the pristine wine glass that touched your painted red lips. Levi Ackerman. The man was anything but generous. He was short, rude, and irrationally anal about the most particular things. You should know—after all, you are his personal assistant.

           More like glorified cleaning monkey but you digress.

           Then there was Eren Jaeger, Levi’s own little pet project. Eren was a few years younger than Levi but was already being groomed to succeed the company. The two were around each other, practically feeding each other’s egos like the little power hungry mongrels they were.

           Well, Eren was feeding Levi’s ego. Levi’s only words of praise being thrown towards anyone were ‘Nice job, not fucking up the data transfer you complete walking pile of shit stains.’

           Isn’t he absolutely charming?

           The two were also unfairly gorgeous; Levi’s sharp chiseled face and built frame making up for the slight height imparity as well as Eren’s other worldly iridescent viridian eyes and long brunette locks that looked soft to the touch.

           God, what those eyes did to you.

           Being Levi’s personal assistant basically meant being Eren’s as well. Regardless of just how handsome those two were, it wouldn’t make up for the absolute hell they rained down on you with the way they overloaded you with work.

           Maybe you can blame Floch for trying to kiss up to Levi right now. It was pathetic, really. The bumbling idiot’s rambles were only irritating Levi and pissing Eren off which meant four glasses of wine for you to be able to deal with their moods.

           Then Eren’s eyes locked onto your frame from across the floor. You wanted to narrow your eyes in distaste, to scoff and turn away, to pretend you didn’t see him—but it was hard to when his towering frame looked so unfairly good in that black tux. That was another thing that wasn’t fair when it came to the way Levi and Eren treated you; the sharp gazes that promised unbearable pleasure every time they laid their eyes upon you were inappropriate. You should be more upset, angrier at the way they looked at you with such possessive fervent hunger within their eyes. But in the end, it only served to burn embers deep within the core of your stomach.

           You’ve spent countless nights alone in your bed getting off at the memory of those looks, off at the memory of Levi and Eren. It just wasn’t fair.

           If there was a better time to say eat the rich, it would be now.

           Before you could comprehend the slight gasps of the awestruck women beside you, Levi and Eren had walked across the floor standing right in front of you, ready to give you a migraine that would last a century.

           “, Well don’t you look pleasant, this evening.” Levi snarked, your last name pouring out of his mouth like sweet, warmed honey, dripping down the octave of his voice that continued to lower as he spoke to you. “Usually you look like you’re contemplating murdering us, brat.”

           Bristling immediately, you pursed your lips in a tight smile and tried to calm down. He always just got under your skin so quickly.

           “Mr. Ackerman, I’d rather not discuss such grim topics in the middle of a party.” You brought the glass up to your lips again, not once breaking eye contact with that gun-metal gaze and took a sip. “Let’s keep that within work hours.”

           Eren’s sudden airy laugh broke your staring contest with Levi, garnering attention from both you and the ebony haired man in front of you.

           “Now that’s the bite we remember,” Eren murmured, smile softening and eyes glazing over with something more primal. “I was almost worried the atmosphere was affecting your mood.”

           “You’re rather confident if you think that the atmosphere you two provide with your money has any effect on what my mood is.” You quipped back, feeling heat rise to your cheeks at the tone.

           “Oh, we’re positive that we can provide an entertaining atmosphere, definitely something that’ll keep you…coming back for more,” Levi said, tone husky and guttural feeding the warmth in your stomach a little more. You swallowed thickly, ignoring their desire filled expressions and reached down to tug at the bottom of your dress, hoping to cover a little more of your thighs and hide the any evidence of the arousal that came when you were in contact with the two.

           Eren’s hair, though pulled back into a slightly messy bun, still had a few strands peak out of the tie, framing his already symmetrical face and bringing out his prominent features. He ran a hand through those locks, pushing them back as he looked down at you like some sort of animal ready to strike down on its prey.

           Levi was no different, more reserved than Eren, but his eyes held a deep promise of toe-curling ecstasy.

           You hated those two.

           Finishing your glass of wine as quickly as you could, you placed the empty cup on a passing waiter’s tray, fumbling with a hasty response and trying your damned best to get the fuck out of there. “Well, this was a lovely conversation, but I really should head back home for the night. I wouldn’t want to be late to work because of—”

           “Because of us.” Levi cut off. You pursed your lips at the implication behind his words and slowly nodded, unable to deny them.

           “Yes, because of you two.” You cleared your throat and tightened your grip on your clutch. “Now, if you’ll excuse me—”

           “Let us drop you off.” Eren offered, smiling almost childishly, throwing you off completely from the tension that had been building up between you three. “It wouldn’t be right to just let you take a cab on your own. And it seems like you had a little too much to drink so driving is out of the question.”

           Alone. Inside of a car. With Eren and Levi. You were slightly tipsy, but you also weren’t stupid.

           “No, I couldn’t impose—”

           “You’re not imposing, brat.” Levi tutted out, digging through his jacket pocket for his keys before tossing them at Eren who caught them easily. “Come on. We’re driving you home.”

           Eren sent another smile your way before gently laying a hand on the small of your back, the large encompassing palm warming the bare skin there but not at all inching any lower as to respect your boundaries. Him and Levi led you out before you could utter another word of protest and your mind was reeling with so many possibilities of just where this drive could end up.

           No, you stated sternly in your mind, chastising yourself for your indecent thoughts. You are not sleeping with the boss and the boss’s protégé. Or one. Or the other. Or—why has god forsaken me.

           You wanted to throw a tantrum at the fact that two delectable pieces of meat were hanging right there, right in front of you, but morally you understood that wouldn’t be right at all.

           Accepting your fate, you decided to just be pressed against the side door in the back seat of the car for the entire ride, hoping to avoid any inappropriate interaction with the two. As you walked between them outside into the slightly chilly night air, you saw Floch standing by the drink table, looking absolutely furious as if he was trying to bore holes into your very innocent skull.

           Hiding a smirk, you straightened your back and walked towards the black lavish vehicle, feeling much better from seeing Floch’s annoying little gerbil face scrunch up in envy.

           Oh yeah, that was nice.

           Rather chivalrously, Eren opened the back door for you, sending you another cute smile—damn him—before shutting it and stepping to the driver’s seat. You let out a small breath of relief. Good, this way Levi and Eren can sit in the front and you would be content, unbothered and definitely not sexually frustrated in the back.

           But then the sound of the door on your other side closing was heard and you turned to see Levi right next to you instead of in the passenger’s side like he should have been.

           “Um, sir.” You inhaled shakily. “I’ll be alright in the back alone, you don’t need to sit beside me—”

           “Oh, I don’t ever remembering doing something I didn’t want to.” Levi hummed back sarcastically, raising an arched brow at you cockily. If you hadn’t found the look to be so attractive, you would have shoved his face in the car seat in front of you.

           Saying nothing back, you sat still, hand curled in your lap and knees tucked together as you watched Eren start the car and begin driving to your destination.

           It was almost too quiet, only Eren’s off tune humming filling the tense heavy air while you tried to ignore Levi’s body heat radiating off to your side. Ignore him, ignore him, ignore him—you continued to chant that mantra in your head, thinking of anything but the fact that Levi’s hands were laying so close to your bare thighs. The scent of heady, almost sweet black tea touched the tips of your taste buds, the aroma of Levi’s cologne so strong it was enveloping more than one of your senses and it was addicting.

           No, you scolded yourself immediately, biting hard on your bottom lip as you clutched the ends of your dress unforgivingly. Do not go there.

           Unfortunately, because you were chewing so harshly onto the abused appendage, the sudden pothole that Eren ran through caused you to jump and bite down on your lip harder than before making you gasp in pain. You let the plush, swollen skin fall out from between your teeth, touching it tenderly and wincing in pain.

           “You fucking idiot.” Levi hissed towards Eren, grabbing your waist seeing as you had also unintentionally leaned onto him at the same time. “Watch where you’re fucking driving!”

           “Hey, don’t get mad at me! Get mad at city funding!”

           You giggled at Eren’s indignant remark, not minding the soothing rubs of Levi’s surprisingly large hands that grazed your back. “I’m okay.” You sighed out. “Definitely city funding’s fault.”

           Eren shot you an apologetic smile through the rear view mirror before looking back at the road and driving much slower than before.

           “Here let me see,” Levi murmured your name softly, uncharacteristically gentler than you thought was possible, and pinched your chin between his thumb and index finger. He turned your face towards him, nose only inches away from your own but not at all seeming to mind it as he ran his calloused thumb across the bruised skin of your bottom lip.

           “You shouldn’t be biting on it.” Levi mumbled, voice low and filled with something you couldn’t describe. His eyes trailed back up to lock with your own and you held your breath, those silver irises always muddling your brain and turning your head into mush. “Look how red it is.”

           “I-It’s fine—” You gasped as Levi practically yanked you onto his lap, your knees resting on either side of his waist. “Mr. Ackerman!” You yelled affronted, blush painting your skin as his breath fanned the sides of your neck making you tremble in unprecedented delight.

           “Oh, now that’s not fair.” Eren’s own dark voice practically rang through your ear while Levi’s hands trailed up your thighs, fingertips slipping past your dress. “Levi, do enough for the both of us.”

           “I do what I want,” Levi answered back haughtily, pupils blown out as he watched your lips part with heavy breaths. You squirmed on his lap, trying to simultaneously get away from his ministrations as well as provide friction to your slick cunt.

           “Mr. Ackerman we can’t.” You whined out, rather embarrassingly loud as Levi began to lay wet open mouthed, strategic, kisses onto the supple skin of your exposed neck.

           “I don’t tend to take orders really well,” He sneered huskily, your last name added with the formal ‘Ms.’ prefix making your already racing heartbeat against your chest. He pushed the edges of your dress past your hips, exposing your black lace panties that were damp with arousal.

           The alcohol must be getting to you because this can’t be okay.

           His thumbs traced the edges of you’re the lace frills that your panties had adorned on them—they were cheap and cute from Burlington. You had no idea that anyone, let alone your boss would be seeing you in them. But here you are. You were really thanking your past self for thinking of you now.

           “Do you want me to make you feel good?” Levi asked, teasing the edges of your inner thighs but never reaching that one place, making your pussy throb in need. “Answer me,”

           “Yes,” You choked out desperately, moving your hips in slow deliberate circles, grinding your wet heat onto his slacks, dampening them with your slick. You were so shameless, but it didn’t seem like Levi minded. In fact, judging by the cruel smirk on his face, he was having the time of his life.

           “Beg.”

           You stopped immediately, eyes widened as you looked down at Levi to see if there were any signs of him joking anywhere. But he only stared back at you, stern and unmoving, hands slowly inching away from where you needed him most. You could feel your eyes dampen in embarrassment and desperation, a tiny mewl escaping your lips as you tried to grab his hands and bring them back. But his strength was unmatched, arms unmoving even with your insistent budging.

           “You heard him, baby,” Eren’s heavy voice sending shivers down your spine. “Beg.” The command wasn’t any less powerful even though you couldn’t see him, and you let out a whimper, grinding your hips in slow circles, hoping to entice Levi into taking action.

           “P-Please,” You gasped out, face heating up at the admission. All this time you had sworn you would never bow down to money or reputation, but this kind of power was something that Levi and Eren were born with—you were sure of it. “Please, touch me.”

           “Touch you where?” Levi’s hands moved back to cup your aching folds, making you gasp and thrust your hips into the touch. “Tell me.”

           “Fuck—Levi, please just—make me cum with your fingers, touch my cunt please.” You sobbed, pressing your lips together at the humiliation and arousal that came with submitting to such a man.

           “Good girl.” Levi husked out appraisingly, finally, finally, pulling the fabric of your panties aside and pushing his thumb to rub up against your folds towards your clit, rubbing the throbbing area with slow deliberate pressure. You moaned, the sounds coming out of you so wanton and erotic, you almost couldn’t believe that they came out of you. Your eyes fluttered shut at the pleasure of Levi’s skilled fingers, pressing in and out of you, rubbing your damp walls and eliciting more of your slick out of you, dampening your inner thighs with the obscene liquid.

           Each heavy thrust, each beckoning motion that he did inside of you, only served to abuse that one spot, making you see stars behind your eyelids.

           “Yeah,” You moaned out, leaning your forehead against his as he continued to play with your soaked pussy. “That’s so…ah…good—!” You cut yourself off, a sudden shriek spilling from your lips as Levi curled his fingers, pressing hard against your bundle of nerves while pressing his wet thumb against your abused clit. It was electrifying, the heat boiling from your legs, up to your stomach and straight to your head making you unable to think properly let alone comprehend the salacious praises that you cried out towards Levi.

           You wanted to rip away from that feeling. It was so terrifying the way that sharp coil tightened your insides and tore you apart with each push and pull of Levi’s skilled hands. It wasn’t fair. You had never reached the brink so quickly with someone before but within seconds you were putty in Levi’s hands.

           “Look at me,” Levi ordered, sharply using your name in his command and using his free hand to pull your face towards him. “Look at me when you cum.”

           You must have made such a sight. Debauched and ruined at the hands of your boss. But you couldn’t say you minded as one final purposeful shove of his fingers going knuckle deep inside of you sent you over the edge and into euphoria.

           Your thighs quacked in overstimulation as you tried to muffle a scream by crashing your lips against Levi’s who met your desperation with his own starved mouth. The messy kiss helped ease your orgasm and ride the pleasurable waves down to a dwindling content buzz.

           Pulling out his fingers with an almost sickening squelch, Levi eyed them with disgust mixed with a bit of arousal, before moving them towards your lips. He pried your lips open with his slick covered fingers, making you taste your own essence, shoving them inside your mouth unforgivingly. You shuddered at the strong taste but made no effort to disobey his unspoken orders, licking each appendage clean with your tongue.

           “If you think we’re done with you, you got another thing coming.” Levi growled darkly, groping and massaging your thigh while trailing his fingers out of your mouth down your chin, creating a thin line of saliva mixed with come down your jaw.

           “By the way,” Eren turned in his seat, facing both you and Levi with a sharp, toothy smirk. “We’re here. It’s my turn.”

           Judging by the look on Eren’s face, the night was far from over.

[bxoken-heartss]

Lying: Richard Camacho

A/N: Hey people. Yes it’s me..I’m back with a good work..I just hope it is. Well this is my entry for @papichriscnco​ ‘s writing challenge! CONGRATULATIONS Mami!! You deserve it all! So this is my first time experimenting with a Richard work so hope y’all enjoy it! :)

Warnings: Heartbreak, brief mentions of sex or suggestive content.

Words: 16,000 +

Y/N : Your Name

Y/L/N: Your Last Name

Y/BFF/N: Your Best friend’s name.

And I have inserted names for personal convenience. So if my names have offended you in any manner, this is purely unintentional and I’m apologizing well in advance

~ ~ ~: Lyrics wise ending scenario

///: A contrast between before and after sorta thing

- - -: Timeskip

BOLD WORDS: Important words

Bold underlined words: (I can’t underline..) Lyrics of the song used.

Song used: Lying - PrettyMuch ft. Lil Tjay

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Richard and Y/N were one of the best examples to still believe that love was still out there for everyone and it was beautiful to be in love...but that was something that happened once upon a time...A few cheating scandals, daily dosage of unhealthy fights, his unhealthy "overprotective" nature, their decision to remain friends rather than lovers, his inability to maintain a serious relationship...all were the contributing factors to the end of their 10 month relationship..

But they were mature adults and saw the break up as something mutual. So despite the chaos they had in their relationship, they still agreed to remain friends and managed to maintain it.

So random calls in the middle of the night, early mornings or just odd times of the day...weren't anything new to the pair.

They'd just talk like normal acquaintances..like there wasn't anything sour between them..

So it wasn't surprising when Y/N got a call at 3:00 in the morning. She rubbed her eyes softly as she picked up her phone and stared at the bright screen as his name flashed on it.

"Hello?" He says as she grumbles and grunts in response "Oh god..Sorry to call you.." He says clearly embarrassed

"Sort of unexpected at this hour.." Y/N replies

"Well..I thought you'd be sleeping so I was gonna leave a message. But I just wanted to hear if you were doing well...I kind of forgot you weren't in Miami anymore..." Richard comments

"You need to understand that not everyone lives in Miami Richard Camacho.." Y/N grumbles as she lets out a soft yawn

"Okay okay I'm sorry...go back to sleep princesa.. I'll call you up later.." He says

"No..no...its's fine..talk...I'm awake.." Y/N mumbles as she clumsily sits up, her hair strands falling on her face as she messily tucks it behind her ear.

"Ya sure? You sound extremely tired...I can call you some other time.." He says as he looks around

"Nah..It's fine..tell me..how are you doing? All good I hope..." Y/N asks casually as she softly rubs her eyes

"I'm doing well..just counting my blessings and happy about whatever I have achieved in life..well what about you mi amol?" He asks

Despite whatever had happened between the two of you..he still couldn't stop his flirty self throughout the entire "friendship" . The saying old habits die hard would be suitable enough for the situation.

"Yeah I'm doing well too...That's good to know Richard." Y/N replies as she lets out an intentional cough so as to cover up how flustered he still made her.

The duo began talking about things in general..from daily routines to just random topics..the both of them comfortable with each other..as if they were still dating..or didn't end things in a sour note.

"Amazing..so well how's work? Stressful?" Richard asks her

"Well..some days. But somehow..yeah I do get enough sleep..so I'm fine..what about you? Do you drink plenty of water? Are you eating healthy?" Y/N asks, her tone filled with concern

"I'm fine..Are you stressing out before any fashion shows or castings?" He asked as if taunting her

"No! Of course..maybe...okay fine I do...But not..okay you're right! I still do get nervous!" She replies flustered at how much he still remembered about her.

"See I know you so well.." He states

"Yeah..too well..actually.." She replies almost whispers as she lets out a quiet sigh but Richard hears it "I- - I didn't-- I mean- -I'm sorry"

Awkward silence fills in the air..as both of them let out uncomfortable breathes..

"It's - -Don't apologize- -" Richard replies as he pauses for while

"I'll call you later..Take care Hermosa. I..Lo- -" Richard begins as he pauses halfway "I mean..sleep tight..Sweet dreams...Bye.." He says

"Take care Richu- -" She begins as she lets out an intentional cough "Don't work yourself out..Bye.." She says as she hangs up.

This was how most of their conversations ended..one of them would feel old beautiful memories return..but things between them had ended..so feelings had no place in their conversations..

~ ~ ~

Y/N kept on politely turning down all the proposals she had received..she didn't feel right after the breakup..She didn't want to take part in the game of LOVE anymore...well not anytime soon though..She didn't know what was she feeling but to say that feeling played with her head would be an understatement. She found her thoughts drifting over to him. Was he eating well? Was he healthy enough? Was he drinking too much? Was he getting enough sleep? She couldn't help but feel a bit dis hearted when she thought of him with another girl..Well she knew they had broken up but she'd feel..weird and..a bit disappointed..

"Okay babes...that is like the 23rd guy you have rejected these 2 weeks!? Are you okay?!?" Y/BFF/N asks as she sits in one of the seats of the greenroom

"I am absolutely fine..I don't like going around dating and getting laid..You do know that right? And besides I just broke up..So I don't want to rush things..you get what I mean?"

"Yes yes..Of course I do..But are you sure the only reason you aren't getting back into a relationship is because...maybe somewhere deep down inside..you still like Richard?" Y/BFF/N asks as she looks at you

The room fills with uncomfortable silences and awkward tensions as Y/N lets out a sigh

"It is true then...Come on Y/N pick a side! You can't sit here grumbling over your feelings and rejecting people..Either get over him or get under him!" Y/BFF/N states, her tone stern

"Y/BFF/N!!!" Y/N scolds

"I'm just being practical...you're absolutely miserable..Why are you pretending like you're fine? I'm pretty sure he feels the same to..why are you both keeping on this facade..?" Y/BFF/N asked

"That's...just.. highly absurd Y/BFF/N..I don't feel anything for him.. Even if I did..it was all in the past..I don't like him romantically anymore.." Y/N comments as she runs a hand through her hair

"But think about it..you were never the one to get into a relationship with anyone within a nights' time and that too WITHOUT getting laid..You know he's not after you for your looks or your body..he just likes you for the fun, bubbly, cheerful, nervous you!" Y/BFF/N

"That's why were dating Y/BFF/N..I respect his existence and the memories he had given me..but I couldn't deal with his..unattractive overprotective nature..and the rumors, hate, scandals, names and just everything was a bit..too..overwhelming..in a negative manner"

"But..he wasn't worried or wasn't like he didn't trust you..it was just..he just didn't trust people around you..."

"I'm not a five year old kid who's going to talk to a stranger and let him kidnap me.."

"But Y/N- -" Y/BFF/N

"But just think about it..I just have so much time to go out..have sometime for myself..He did me a huge favor honestly..I have so much more time to focus on my work..So in reality..I'm so much better now.." Y/N replies a bit loudly and sternly as if trying to convince herself to believe her own words

"Y/N...I've talked what I had to..Now it's up to you.." Y/BFF/N gets up and walks towards Y/N "I just want you to be happy with your decisions and have no regrets about whatever your doing in life..It's all up to you to take the right decision..okay?" She asks as she quickly squeezes her shoulder in reassurance

"I understand Y/BFF/N..But I am happy...I don't want him to be a part of my life..I have barely focused on myself during the relationship so this is..just more relaxing..." Y/N replies

"Well if you say so..ever wanna talk about something..hit me up! Take care babes.." Y/BFF/N says as she pecks her cheek

"Take care.." Y/N says as Y/BFF/N as walks out

- - -

Y/N went home straight away after the casting..feeling completely wrecked and exhausted. She was grateful she didn't have a morning shift scheduled for tomorrow. She walked into her apartment as she was greeted by her helper who looked after her place,Maria.

"Good Evening Y/L/N" Maria greeted

"Please cut the formality..Y/N will do..Good Evening.." Y/N replies

"You seem exhausted Y/N..I've prepared Y/F/M for you..And also turned on the geyser for your daily bath.."

"I can't thank you enough for all you do..I'm so grateful for all you do Maria.."

"Oh of course..it's my duty after all.."

"It's already pretty late..I suggest you should go home and get some rest.." Y/N comments as she takes out her purse

"Yes I do suppose..will you be fine alone? or do you want me- -"

"I'm perfectly fine..Just need to get some rest..Here take this.." Y/N says as she hands out Maria's wages

"Oh thank you Miss.Y/N..."

"And give these to Allison and Troy..They'd love these!" Y/N says as she hands her a medium sized packet of chocolates and other candies assortments referring to Maria's children

"Oh I can't possibly- -"

"Consider it as a gift..."

"Thank you Miss Y/N...but you've paid me more than what is requi- -"

"Hey come on..keep it..It's for all the extra favors you have done for me without asking for any extra money..Please I insist.." Y/N says as

"If you say so..Goodnight Miss Y/N.." Maria says as she walks towards the door

"Goodnight Maria..give me regards to Allison and Troy.."

"I will..Take care.." Maria says as she walks out off the door

"You too.." Y/N says as she closes the door

Y/N walks into her bedroom as she peels off her clothes and heads inside the bathroom for a hot long relaxing shower in an attempt to drown her worries and stress..

She gets out of the shower in her bathrobe as she gets changed into a comfortable pair of pajamas. After she dries her hair she walks towards her kitchen as she grabs a glass of red wine and her dinner plate in her another hand..heading towards the living room as she turns on the television flipping lazily through the channels..The NoteBook was currently playing in Star Movies HD as she keeps the remote down and begins eating her dinner, savoring her dinner. The movie played on..her stomach tightening with a very uncomfortable feeling as she quickly changes the movie..

It brought back memories..Date nights whenever one of them were tired..or was still hungover a heavy schedule they crashed into one of their places..Just some Netflix, some pasta or some home made sh*ts that would end up burnt, take away food and just cuddling. If she was extremely exhausted and just wanted to rest..he'd give her various massages untying the stressful knots that stayed in her body..while she closed her eyes and merely enjoyed it. Whenever he was stressed, he was more of a ranter...He'd rant and rant on and she'd listen to it carefully while she ran her fingers through his hair calming him down..

She really craved for a body massage right now..not any random person's...just Richard hands all over her patiently untying all the knots all around her body..But he wasn't hers anymore.

Stupid movie. Stupid body ache. Stupid feelings.

She hated everyone..and everything...but still a part of her wished if she could go back in the past and fix..things the way it were...but life never gives you second chances..

~ ~ ~

Needless to say...Y/N's and Richard had a passionate life in the bedroom. It wasn't lust that clouded their eyelids, but just love at its highest peak.

Richard wasn't the softest person on bed, but there were days where things would be slow and smooth..when he'd just worship her body, taking his time observing and appreciated every little curve and marks she thought were imperfect. He'd make her feel..that she was the most perfect girl he had ever laid eyes on.

It was just surprising that despite her flaws and imperfections that covered her skin..he still made her feel so special and...deserving..

Their adventures in the bedroom were spicy, crazy and yet..calm and relaxing..all the while nothing but mere love filling the air.

Her eyes gleamed with nothing but genuine love and affection for the Dominican as nothing but soft groans for him fell off her lips..his eyes mirroring the same emotion as he let out satisfied grunts.

///

After the breakup, nothing really changed...Y/N goes back continuing her daily life...and with her overall charms and looks she doesn't need to even try hard to get laid down...

So she isn't surprised when another male model she had worked alongside had asked her out on a few dates..she agreed readily...just wanting to get over her oblivious messed feelings.

After he had finally confessed his feelings and asked her to be his girlfriend...she agrees. So after a light dinner and a few drinks, things get a bit out of hand...

He's all over her neck, placing kisses all across every part of her skin that wasn't clothed..she giggles like a schoolgirl..visibly enjoying the attention she received. She fumbled with the door handle to her hotel room so the two of them could enter quickly.

He placed his lips onto hers as his hands wrapped around her waist..The kiss was intense...He was so good at this..but no matter how good his lips felt on hers she couldn't help but all her mind lingered back was thoughts about Richard...

Richard's lips felt so good against hers..She was so used to his touch that anyone else apart from him felt so wrong...

Things had gotten ahead a bit too quickly...but the quicker it happened...the faster these messed thoughts would just evaporate from her mind.. or at least that's what she thought.

So now when she was under the guy who was presumably her present boyfriend..she should have been happy and pleased..someone giving her the attention and affection she deserved and desired...

His lips fumbled around her neck as he pinned her onto the bed, his teeth grazes her skin trying to find that spot that'd make her go weak on her knees. but then it comes up again - her brain drawing a rapid and hazy contrast between him and Richard as he makes his mark on her skin...

Richard knew her all her sensitive spots..the spots she'd go weak on her knees...

His hickeys and love bites just felt right against her skin and was filled with nothing but affection..

Sure there were days he was absolutely rough..but that was just a reminder that she was his...and no one else could ever make her feel that way.

Her present boyfriend's love bites was nothing more than just mere lust.

What was she even doing? Thinking about Richard when she was with her boyfriend?

Y/N places her arms on his chest and forces him off her...He gets the message and stops kissing her.

"I think we should take sometime you know? I just - -I'm sorry..." Y/N says as she looks away

"Hey...It's okay...I understand...Yeah we're moving a bit too quickly...Okay we'll take it slow.." He reassures her as he kisses her cheek

"Yeah...I'm sorry again.." Y/N says

"It's totally okay..." He says as he gets up from her bed and straighten the creases in his dress..

"I'll see you tomorrow?" He asks as she nods "We have a photo shoot tomorrow...hope you remember.." He says as he heads towards the door.

"Yes I do...I'll be there on time..." She says as she stands up heading towards the door

"Goodnight take care..." He says as he looks at her

"Good night..." She says as she softly closes the door.

- - -

She laid down on her bed, her eyes fixated at the ceiling. What had just happened?

She knew she had done the right thing for she barely was paying attention or enjoyed what he was doing to her because all that occupied her head was thoughts about how Richard would make her feel...

It wouldn't be fair on him if she thought about Richard whilst he was under someone new..No matter how desperate she was to get rid off her messy feelings...she didn't want to "use" someone as a source to get over her f*cked up feelings...

Oh god..Aiden must have felt so bad..But then again it wasn't fair on him..He would be absolutely disappointed if he came to know the reason behind all this..

She never even thought she'd miss him.. Well she's used to dating wrong people..some ended fine while others didn't..But none took 4 months to recover..Why was she still hurting from that one specific mistake of hers in the past? Was it because she never felt this intimate with anyone else? The fact that she's felt the most comfortable around Richard..among all her exes...she never even realized she honestly missed him and needed his presence in her life..

But why was she feeling this way? They had ended things in a very sour note...And the breakup was mutual..So why did she have to bother about it now? Crying over spilt milk wasn't the solution to anything but yet here she was on her bed, careless tears rolling down her cheeks as she tried to wipe them off

She furiously wiped her tears as she quickly changed into some comfortable pajamas as she laid on her bed, grabbing the spare pillow on her bed.

She didn't feel anything for him..or did she? What was she doing? Pretending to be happy when she felt nothing but pain and guilt? When all she did was lie whenever she talked to Richard assuming he's happier without her and doesn't misses her at all?

She was dying to tell the truth that maybe...deep down inside she wasn't...over him.

Even after all this time..A part of her always cared and still thought about him.

But the thought of him...on top of some OTHER girl...someone else that wasn't her..him treating another the girl right..looking at her like she was the only one he cared about.. making her feel special and deserved..the way he used to make her feel once upon a time? It felt horrible and heavy...almost..mean and selfish at some point?

That sour thought hits her right in her chest..

But still...her thoughts and feelings had no place now..it didn't matter anymore. But if at the end of the day..he was genuinely happy and pleased with his life..He deserved the best and that what she wished for..even if it wasn't her that made him happy..she could live with it...Hat least until she sees him again..

~ ~ ~

Y/N had a private account for all those people she had a closer connection with...Of course it had included her cousin Joel Pimentel and his band mates eventually considering how close they were to her...

Richard didn't bother to un follow her after their breakup...they weren't the type of people who'd delete their exes pictures, un follow each other, cause drama..they both didn't pretend like the other hadn't been a part of their lives...because they had already given each other a lot to remember than to forget...

So Richard stayed updated with her life despite their breakup..He was casually scrolling through his Instagram feed when he finds that she had posted a new picture from her vacations...of her and a man...a man that wasn't him...

She wore a bikini that made all her curves look right and steadied her hat as her man hugs her from behind, his hands safely secured around her waist...the way he used to...

He instantly scrolled through it, focusing his attention towards something else...

Just as he had scrolled down..a number and a name so familiar had chosen to call him...Y/N.

He stared at the screen internally debating on whether he should answer the call or not...all his messy doubts almost disappearing all at once as he answered the call.

"Hello...Richard.. I'm sorry I couldn't answer your call earlier...I was a bit caught up with something.." She says as soon as he answers the call

"Oh...it's okay..How is everything nena?" He asks through the phone though his y

"Yeah everything's fine...What about you? How was recording?? How was that? Did you wear yourself out?" She asks

"Nah..nothing like that...I'm fine..well..you sound cheerful...I'm not complaining though.." Richard comments as he internally sighs

"Oh nothing of that sorta..Just the usual.." Y/N replies, her tone confused

"Just saw your recent post...well it's Aiden right? (Change the name into whatever you want to if you don't like the name )

"Yeah...I had been meaning to talk to you about him..but things were happening quite quick..so.." Y/N trails off

" I genuinely think you look so happy..Congratulations.. I'm hoping he treats you right eh?" Richard says as he tries to keep his tone steady

"Yeah...thanks...." Y/N trails off

Y/N awkwardly shifts the conversation slowly trying to ease the tension in the air...She succeeds in her aim and soon the conversation is shifted elsewhere..

"Yeah and that's what- -" Richard begins

"Shawty...Have you seen my blue t-shirt..I can't seem to find it in here?" A voice from Y/N's line asks

Richard's heart drops immediately as soon as he hears the nickname...

He was the ONLY one who called her that...He wouldn't let ANYONE apart from himself call her that..

And yet here he was..forced to hear the same..But what could he say? She wasn't his girlfriend anymore..he had no rights to comment on her life anymore.

His heart fell as he thought about how much privilege her boyfriend had gotten...calling her the NICKNAME only he used to....the one special nickname he had dedicated to her alone.

"Have you checked inside my closet? You love dumping your clothes inside my closet!!" Y/N yells as she laughs

"Oh...I'm sorry about that Richard.. So what were you-- saying? Richard? Hello? Can you hear me? Your voice sorta keeps breaking off.." Y/N says

Richard felt his voice shaking dangerously... He bit his inner lip as he took in deep breathes.

"I've gotta go..." Richard breathes out, his tone dull

"But Richard..you were say- -" Y/N begins, Richard harshly interrupting her

"The signal here isn't good here...it's breaking..and besides Erick called for me...I gotta go...I'll talk later..." Richard replies coldly as he hangs up the call...

~ ~ ~

That was the last time Richard ever tried to contact her.

He didn't care about her..so why would he even bother and waste his time on someone who barely mattered to him..or at least that's what he thought.

He was fine..living his best life. Enjoying with his friends, going out, partying and the sociable party life he always enjoyed in the past. He had almost lost this part of his life in the entire chaos of being in a relationship.

He seemed so happier without her in her life..he could go back to living life the he was comfortable with. He had no one to impress, no one to commit to or hang onto. Commitment was hard and just..a mere waste of time.

He liked his life the way his life was..without any relationships or responsibilities as such just doing what he enjoyed the most.

So right now he was in a crowded club, the loud party music blaring through both his ears as everyone in the room danced and had the best time of their lives, having no regrets.

He quickly drowned a shot as he rested his chin on his right palm as he stared at his now empty glass...He should be happy right? He finally had gotten back the life he deserved.

But still he felt his heart almost empty holding no emotions and just merely pumping blood..but at the same time he felt a tight sickening feeling capturing his chest. Why was he feeling like this every time his mind thought about her?

He tried to shut his eyes, and relax his manipulated mind for a while. But then he found how Y/N would listen to him whenever he was having a bad day..how she'd run her fingers through his curls a successful attempt to calm him down..how she'd make him feel- -

"Hey..Got a minute Richard?" speaks a voice breaking Richard from his train of thoughts

He looks up to see Zabdiel seated next to him as Richard simply nods, his gaze still fixated on his glass.

"So...hi." Zabdiel trails off trying to begin a conversation

"Hello?" Richard replies a bit confused

"So..umm..do you mind if I'm being honest with you?" Zabdiel asks

"Are you stating you were never honest while you're with me?"

"No- -not like that..It won't be exactly in your favor.."

"I'm fine..tell me.."

"What is honestly wrong with you?" Zabdiel asks as he looks at Richard

"Nothing? Why are you asking me this all of a sudden?"

"Richard please...you and I know that's nothing but an absolute lie..You just look tired and miserable especially after the break up.." Zabdiel states

"You seriously think I'm miserably without her?" Richard scoffs as he questions Zabdiel

"I never implied anything regarding your relationship with her..I just want to ask you..Are you happy? Because you barely look like you've picked a side Richard..Chris also told me you were hardly sleeping..Are you seriously okay?"

"Of course I am..I've been going out..having my best life..I'm just a bit stressed and just..a bit out of place..I'll be fine within a few days..you've got nothing to worry about okay?"

"If you genuinely think you're happy..then I'm all fine. I don't want you to pretend like you aren't satisfied and happy with your decisions.."

"She did me a favor honestly...I'm so much better now.." Richard states as he looks at Zabdiel.

Zabdiel nods as he gets up and walks away giving Richard the space he wanted.

~ ~ ~

Their egos were too big for repairing something small that'd almost be fine with a genuine heartfelt apology...So they ended up losing a friendship too in the entire process..

Between these events..Aiden had to leave off to Paris, as he had been casted for a fashion show out there..And within two weeks of reaching and settling down at Paris..he had dumped her through a simple two minute phone call...

Y/N had let out a few raw, hateful tears but..at the end of the day..she was partially glad. Throughout the entire relationship..she was just nervous and uncomfortable...it wasn't because he was a bad guy or anything..but she hadn't given her best to sustain the relationship. So it was eventually supposed to happen.

Within a week or two she had eventually recovered. But yet again..her thoughts were filled with little memories of Richard...just him alone..

When would she realize that at the end of the day she was just lying to herself?

She wanted him back..she did miss him..she wanted to make amends and at least stay friends. He meant a lot to her..

~ ~ ~

Rumors, Scandals, Hate, Jealousy, Lust, Envy, Pride...and mostly their undesirable stubborn nature had finally caught them up into this mixed state. The stage where all they want is each other but...when all these ugly negative emotions interplay and they let their egos win and dominate them...in all the reality..the both of them lost something they've always wanted to hold onto forever...

They both won all arguments..both their ego at the extreme level..but it was at the cost of their relationship..

Richard wanted her...somehow in his life...How had he let his ego and everything else to enter his life and ruin something he thought would last..long...

Of course he wasn't using his head..he wasn't thinking straight..He should have been wiser...just shouldn't have let his stubbornness and egoism come in between of something that gave him bittersweet memories...mostly sweet but there were bitter times too.

He never believed in "forever and always". Nothing could last forever.. Cash, drinks, people. Everything would run out or everyone would be out of love and time for you...slowly but eventually...

So he stuck to his own ways of coping.. Falling in love with materialistic things..cash, drinks, expensive clothes and cars and everything...

///

It was as if a coincidence had occurred that she learnt that CNCO were performing in Garland, Texas..She was in Texas for a week for a casting she had in Texas so it would be a perfect time to surprise Joel and the others. She managed to buy a ticket to their show in a jiffy and she was all set to go.

She stayed in one of the last rows as she kept herself completely covered as she watched the performance on stage. A few eagle eyed fans had spotted her beyond the disguise and had taken a few quick pictures and just short quick conversations.

5 minutes before the show had ended, she walked towards the backstage room...not trying to cause any drama or draw any attention upon her. She had managed to speak to Ali about her arrival and she managed to pull a few strings and get her a backstage pass. She knocked on the door, Ali greeting her quickly as she went over and hid behind one of the closets. The boys walked in absolutely exhausted as they quickly sat down on the couch to catch their breathes.

"Hey Joel..could you get me a notepad I left inside that cupboard there..I've got something else to do right now..." A voice she recognized as Ali's

"Yeah sure Ali...Give me a minute.." Joel says as he walks towards the closet

3....2....1

"SURPRISE!!!" Y/N yells as Joel opens the closet

Joel's eyes widened as he let out a scared yell, falling backward in the process due to the intensity of her voice and her surprise.

The rest of the boys rushed over to Joel, trying to help him up as Y/N stepped outside and crouched down

"WHAT THE F*CK Y/N?!? " Joel screams as Y/N shuts her ears and shut her eyes

"Okay okay I'm sorry.." Y/N replies as she stands up

"Wow Hermosa!! Y/NN!!!" Chris says as he hugs her, her gratefully returning the gesture

"Hi Chris! I missed you!!" Y/N replies as she misses the hint of surprise and sadness that gleamed Richard's eyes

"Me too!!! It's so nice to see you again Y/N!" Chris says as he lets go off the hug

"Really you decided to show up when you straight away ignored my calls and texts for almost a month?" Joel comments rolling his eyes, standing up as Richard left the scene unnoticed

"I have my reasons Pimentel..This was supposed to be a S-U-R-P-R-I-S-E..." Y/N says as she hugs Zabdiel and Erick quickly

"You were planning this for over a month?" Joel asks

"No..I had..err..some personal stuffs..came in between..and err..yeah.."

"I'll pretend like I believe you" Joel says as he rolls his eyes

"Okay Drama Queen...I'll leave then..It clearly seems like you don't appreciate my presence.."

"No no no...nothing like that..I didn't expect you here.."

"Can we like hug already? I've been standing here with open arms (SorRY NoT sOrRY) for a pretty long time..."

Joel moves forward and hugs her as she hugs him back. After they broke off and she had quick conversations with everyone, and after all that she looks at Joel, a serious look on her face.

"Joel...I need to talk to..Richard.." Y/N breathes out

Joel passes her a look of worry, as the boys look at her and Joel. They look at each other, the awkwardness growing uncomfortable second by second.

"Just please guys..I'm not asking for a relationship with him..just a friendship.." Y/N pleads

The guys nod understandingly as Joel takes her arm and guides her into a room where Richard sat. Before she walks in, Joel holds her wrist as she turns to face him.

"Just..fix him..he's been miserable.." Joel pleads

"I'll see what I can do.." Y/N replies

Y/N knocks a the door as she hears a quick "Come in". Y/N walks in as Richard glances at her as he quickly looks away

"What do you want? Make it quick" Richard comments as he gets a drink for himself

"I wanted to talk to you.."

"Talk..I'll listen.."

"Richard please...stop acting like this.."

"Stop acting? What do you mean by acting like this? You said YOU wanted to talk..I just have nothing to talk to you with..we broke up remember?"

"You said you'd be fine with us being friends..."

"But I realized I wasn't.."

"Just because one random day you called me up and god knows what happened and suddenly your signal breaks huh? Or at least couldn't you have the courtesy to call me up after it got better?"

"I had my reasons..besides it's not practical enough for exes to still be talking"

"All I'm asking is for the friendship we've had together Richard..nothing more..Is it really too much to ask?"

"Yes..yes it is..I don't want you to be a part of my life..us together was just a huge..a huge.. misunderstanding..It wasn't meant to happen.."

Lies...Lies...Lies...He knew he was lying but he couldn't associate with her anymore..because then he'd be disappointed that he wasn't with her.

"I can't believe you'd swoop so low to call our entire RELATIONSHIP a huge mistake! You're still the same Richard...as pathetic as ever.."

It broke him..almost tore him apart..when all he wanted to do was hug onto her and cry..admit he was wrong..admits he wants her back admit he wants them together..admit the reason he never called was because he was just jealous and couldn't stand the thought of anyone calling her shawty apart from him.

"Is that all Y/N? If you're done you could head outside.." Richard replies repressing his inner thoughts and feelings

"Richard...what has happened to you? Why are you acting this way?"

"My heart has had enough..I'm tired of holding it together..my shirt is tired of getting stained with unwanted tears..I wasn't using my brain..I should have know better.." Richard

"Richard...I.." She begins

"This is just me..I'm just stuck in my ways..." Richard pauses as he briefly looks at her "You really posed' a threat to me Y/N...I was dangerously close to fall absolutely in love with you..almost thought you were the one..But you let in petty things like rumors and unnecessary names to come in between us.."

"You were the first and last person I've ever had honest feelings for..Look where it ended us.. especially me up in? Feelings were in the past..so I dashed them up and started to fall in love with cash instead.." Richard spits, venom in his words

"So..you don't want me involved with you anymore? In any possible manner? I was just asking for the friendship we shared.." She asks, as she bites her lips harshly, her heart heavy at his words.

"Isn't that what I said? Or do I have to elaborate on it all over again?" Richard asks, rolling his eyes as his facade spoke clearly what he had wanted as he looked at his drink not bothering to pay any attention to her

"Richard..." She begins again, not wanting to believe him

"I know the truth hurts real bad..that I don't want you in my life anymore..but sometimes it's better than a thousand lies..It's just too late to cry about it..You should have thought about it before.." Richard interrupts her as he sips on his drink

At any other occasion, she would have gotten mad at him for Lying to him but just this once she wished he lied to her instead of..letting her know such a bitter truth.

"If that's what you want..I'll be more than happy to comply..It was nice hearing the truth from your mouth than anyone else's.." Y/N comments as she shoots him a quick grateful smile almost so real that it gets Richard for a split second

"Yes..Glad to see we're here in agreement on something at least Y/L/N..." Richard states as Y/N storms out of the room

The boys look at her as she grabs her bag from the couch as she quickly takes in quick breathes.

"Where are you headed off? I thought you were coming over to the Hotel too.." Joel asks

"I'm a bit busy.. I'm supposed to be back at New York by tomorrow..So I've gotta get going!" Y/N replies as she faces the boys

"How did the conversion go?" Joel asks in a quiet tone

"It wasn't how I expected it to..but I've understood things from his point of view..I only told you guys..I just wanted to talk to him.." Y/N says before she quickly hugs Joel

"So you aren't staying?" Erick asks

"Nope Pretty eyes..I'm sorry..Now give me a hug before I leave" Y/N says as she opens her arms as Erick hugs her

Chris and Zabdiel walk over and hug her after saying their goodbyes. She quickly heads out after she says a quick goodbye to Ali.

She walked outside the backstage room as she walks outside, pulling her hoodie closer and fixing her shades. But she's not quick enough as the paparazzis spot her and within seconds she's blinded by the flashlights and hot fierce questions thrown onto her every split second.

"YOU WERE INSIDE THE BACKSTAGE ROOM WITH THE CNCO BOYS! SO DID YOU RECONCILE WITH RICHARD TOO?!?"

"TELL US..CAN WE CONFIRM YOUR RELATIONSHIP NOW THAT THINGS ARE SORTED?!?"

"DID YOU AND RICHARD TALK THINGS OUT? DID YOU REALIZE YOUR MISTAKE AND AGREED TO MAKE AMENDS?!?"

"IS HE READY TO GIVE UP ON HIS FLIRTY NATURE AND READY TO SETTLE DOWN WITH YOU THIS TIME?!?"

"DO YOU WANT HIM IN YOUR LIFE AFTER ALL THIS OR DO YOU HONESTLY JUST- -" Another pap begins, zoning Y/N off her thoughts as her bodyguards shielded her

She was sick and tired of this..she was frustrated, annoyed, disappointed and almost wanted to cry in fury..

"STOP! STOP! STOP! JUST- -PLEASE! STOP IT!!" She snaps as she effectively shutting the paparazzis that surrounded her.

"I'm tired and sick of these questions...I don't...I just- - I don't understand! The ENTIRE time we were in a relationship..all you were focused was on to break and tear us apart with horrible and the just..b*tchiest rumors..You got what you wanted..WE BROKE UP! And now you want us back together? I don't understand YOUR IRRATIONAL LOGIC! WHAT ARE YOU PROBLEM? Well seemingly any petty little thing..When we were in a relationship you bring up tiny issues, mistakes of the past and create this aura of doubt and confusion within our relationship and when we are not together anymore..you desperately look for hints to analyze if there's any tiny hope we'd get together! WHAT IN THE WORLD DO YOU WANT? YOU TELL ME!?" Y/N snaps out as the flashlights and cameras that had blinded her a few minutes ago suddenly stopped flashing

"Just please- -you have already damaged our relationship...just don't make it worse than it already is..please..I beg you all..I'm just tired..tired of all this drama. We are humans too..I know you're all doing your jobs but just think of it from a perspectives a simple human..Sometimes it would be..just better if you just..stayed out of our personal lives..at least regarding our relationships..." Y/N mutters as she walks towards her car, her bodyguards shielding her in the process

///

A celebration was very well necessary for an awesome success of their performance.

So right now he was in a crowded club, the loud party music blaring through both his ears as everyone in the room danced and had the best time of their lives, having no regrets

He quickly drowned a shot another one right after he finished his drink.

He should be happy...he's got everything he wished for. This partying socializing life is all he dreamt about and he's finally gotten it.

But yet again, here he was having second thoughts about this. Something about this doesn't feel right..he really did enjoy this but..when he realized it costed his relationship with Y/N..it didn't quite feel right..Y/N was amazing..and made others around her feel the same..like they deserved to be happy...

He sat down thinking where his relationship with Y/N would have gone..if he had just fought for the both of them. Relationships were all about making dedicated sacrifices so that in the long run both the partners get what they deserve..a stable relationship with equal amounts of tears and smiles...both of them learning from their mistakes and moving on.

"Richard hi...got a minute?" Joel asks as he sits next to him snapping Richard out of his dream like state of thoughts

"Yeah sure...what's up..?" Richard asks as he passes him a quick smile

"Can I be brutally honest with you and ask you something?"

"Sure..I guess?"

"Are you honestly okay?"

"Yes I am...Why would you ask?"

"Are you sure? You don't seem like you are being honest with your feelings.."

"Why should I lie to you about how I'm feeling when I feel nothing out of the ordinary?"

"You haven't been yourself..after the break up.." Joel says as Richard quickly remembers his conversation he had with Zabdiel a few weeks back.

"Oh so you're trying to patch things up with me and Y/N so that she wouldn't feel all sad and you wouldn't have any sort of bad blood with me.."

"This is exactly what I'm not here for...I'm here as a brother..genuinely concerned about you...So just tell me are you fine?"

"Don't I look fine?"

"Well..honestly no. You look fine on the outside..but the real inner you..the one optimistic, cheerful and genuine you..doesn't seem to appear..you just look like you're existing rather than uhm..living? And that's something you'd never do..As if you're putting on a facade pretending everything is..fine..when you seem..so miserable..in an unexplained manner.."

"I'm better.. I'm fine.I like this life..I can't deal with commitments..it didn't last..I seriously thought I was ready..but I guess I wasn't.. I'm sorry it didn't work out.."

"Hey no worries okay? She's moved on..so I just want you to know I want you to do the same and not..sulk over your feelings."

"Who said anything about me sulking over anything? I HAVE moved on!" Richard replies his tone

"Richard...you're seriously trying to convince me? You can barely check out a girl or kiss her after the break up. Something is seriously wrong with you...maybe you were ready for commitment Richard..think over- -"

"Oh it is on Joel! Watch me!" Richard snaps as he gets off his chair and walks away from Joel

"Richard- -wait! That's not what I - -" Joel begins as he sees Richard walks away.

- - -

Richard quickly scans around the crowd as he sees a brunette female leaning against the wall, some drink in her hand as she sipped on it. She holds his gaze for a while, as he throws her a flirtatious wink as she smirks in response. Richard proudly walked over towards her.

"Hey sexy...Looking fine as hell..the outfit looks amazing..but I bet it'll look better between the crumpled pile on my bedroom floor.."

"Oh...you wanna bet on that hot stuff? But for that first..show me what you've got..." The girl replies as her fingers trail the hem of Richard's shirt as she battles her eyelashes and looks at him.

He took her onto the dance floor and within a few minutes, his arms began to trail all over her body as she lets out soft groans just with his mere touch. She began to grind against him trying to get some momentary relief as he lets out a grunt

And within half an hour of dancing, a few touches, lingering gazes and grinding sessions followed with quick make outs, the girl tugs onto Richard's shirt grabbing his attention

"Let's take this somewhere..private?" The girl purrs innocently as her lips trail down the shell of Richard's ear as she seductively battles her eyelashes.

Richard smirks in response as he holds her hand and heads out of the club after quickly sending a gaze towards the boys who did nothing but groaned in response.

- - -

(My inexperienced smut writing please bear with this.)

Things escalated just within a few minutes and before Richard knew it his hands were roaming freely around her bare body, his lips attached onto her neck as he sucked on her skin.

He pinned her onto the bed as his fingers roamed around her thighs teasing her as his lips and tongue

"Richard..don't- t--tease..P-please.." She whines, gripping onto the sheets

"Hmm..we'll see about that Britney.." Richard replies

He teases and uses her fingers to prep her enough to get her soaked and wet. He doesn't wait for anything as he quickly grabs a condom from the night stand and wraps it around his hard d*ck as he thrusts onto her

"Ah~F*ck! Right there Sir..Yes~ Ah!" Britney moans as Richard lets out small grunts

His pace increases with every thrust.. His eyes became clouded with nothing but lust.

"Ah~ Cheeto! Right there!" Britney whimpers as she lets out a loud moan

Richard grunts quickly..He begins to pick up his pace when his ears register her words.

"What did you call me?" Richard ask, his eyes glinting with surprise instead of lust.

"I'm sorry sir...I didn't- -" She begins as Richard quickens the pace of his thrusts

Soon the both of their orgasms wash over quickly and Richard quickly walks into the bathroom and discards the condom as he quickly steps into the shower and takes a quick shower.

He walks out with his trousers on. The girl quickly wraps herself with a towel as she walks in.

"You can sleep over..I'm not tired." Richard says as he looks at her

"I'll leave early in the morning..thanks for the night.." Britney says as she steps into the bathroom.

Richard nods as he quickly puts a plain white tank top making his way upto the balcony.

He sat down on a chair that laid in his balcony. He gazed at the night sky that was were littered with millions of stars..

He felt disgusted..dirty and guilty. He knew he had only slept with this girl as an attempt to prove Joel wrong and try and get over his feelings for Y/N!

Despite being out of a relationship with her..he still felt like he was cheating on her...He knew they had parted ways but he couldn't help but the feeling of guilty and remorse was over his heart.

What was happening to him? When was he hesitant to hookup with another girl?

And when she called him Cheeto..that was like the final straw..It all made sense.

He still felt something huge and deep for her..and these weren't going to leave him anytime soon.

His heart hurted harder with every little thing he thought about her. The feeling of her under someone new felt wrong and..unfair even though she had all the rights to do whatever she wanted to do..

He was lying when he talked to her that was when he still did..Just lying about being good and fine when deep down inside he was dying and wanted to tell her the truth...he wasn't over her.

~ ~ ~

But that wouldn't stop him from attending her fashion shows along with Joel..Joel needed some company and he joined in...as simple as that..

She had been in the modelling industry for a few years but her overall elegance and charisma had captured the attention of the public and world renowned modelling companies..

She had been casted a lot for other shows under Vogue itself...but being a part of the Milan Fashion Week was her biggest achievement till date.

They couldn't find seats next to each other though. So Richard sat in the middle row, pulling his hoodie closer to his body, fixing his shades and his beanie so that he wouldn't be spotted... because he didn't want to ignite any rumors...

The show began as he watched it peacefully..despite the loud claps and cheers that the crowd inflicted. His ears were used to this..

When it was Y/N's turn..he was more blown away than he could ever admit. His mouth almost fell agape at how attractive she looked..As if the outfit and the runway was just made for her..

He knew how physically attractive she had looked...he could never forget their first encounter..

|FLASHBACK SCENE|

It was a random big party at someone's mansion in Miami. The boys had been invited by a group of their friends..who in turn were invited by..another group of friends.. and the cycle went on..

Richard walked into the party with his regular basic look on. The party went on full swing mode as he casually chatted and interacted with everyone..as he made his way towards the corner where the mini bar filled with all varieties of drinks were served, he saw a girl leaning onto the wooden counter..her eyes scanning the section mysteriously as if figuring out something.

"Need some help there pretty girl?" Richard asks as he sits on the stool next to hers as he looked at her confidently.

She turned her gaze towards him as she squints her eyes at him..Richard raised his eyebrow in confusion as he inspected her face..She quickly pulls her hoodie cap closer to her head..covering her face to a good amount

"So this drill is the absolute same here in Miami?" The girl asks as she turns her body and chair facing towards him, now her entire attention on Richard

"What drill do you mean? I was just tryna' help a pretty girl like you sit here alone and watch her struggle as she tries to find for a drink.."

"Smooth talker..but then again..I've heard the smoothest..But why are you all the same?" She asks hopelessly

"Whacha' mean Princesa?" He asks confused

"I mean the same method of approaching..Offer to buy a drink whilst I'm picking one out, smooth talks and flirty pick up lines, some dancing, a lot more drinks, soft touches and gazes and before you know it..the girl gets laid..Same process, different places..different boys..you guys all over the place are just so... now how do I put it in?..intentional and predictable.." She answers smirking

"Well..okay..ya sorta caught me..but I wasn't planning on getting you laid..Something tells me that I want to try a bit harder to get to know you better.." He states as he looks at her

"I'll pretend like I believe you Cheeto..." She says as she grins

"Cheetos? As in the chips Cheetos?"

"Very well spotted...Your hair absolutely looks like a flaming hot cheeto..." She says as she smiles at him

"I'm going to assume that's a compliment?"

"Oh definitely! I gave you a foodie nickname..so you're already special to me.."

"See we're already making so much progress..Already cute dovey nicknames..And trust me Princesa...My hair isn't the only part that's hot in my body.." Richard replies as he smirks at her

His smirk was just..Sexy...She had just met the guy! How could she- -she quickly shook away her unwanted thoughts...

"Oh god...Look at yourself..aren't you following the same pattern?" She asks ignoring the light tint of pink that flooded her cheeks

"Okay you sorta got me there but...I'm sorry! Force of habit! Natural instinct" Richard replies raising his arms up in surrender

"So what brings you here Princesa?" He asks as he gets her some fruit punch

"You know I'm old enough to drink Cheeto..." She replies as she rolls her eyes playfully

"Let's start with something...lighter... you never know how high parties like these can get.." He says as he hands her the drink

"So.." Richard pauses as he quickly sips on his punch "What brings you here? Like this party? The usual regular..circle of friends relations or..?" He trails off waiting for her to complete him off

"Oh..well one of my friends invited me over..Cause he was invited by his some circle of friends well technically we are somehow...related..he's like my third generation..ya know..family decent and stuffs..and i found out a few months ago that..he was in a band..so yeah we talked over the phone, texted a few..i mean we have seen each other when we were like really little..but then again..I had..or rather have a terrible memory..and why am I telling you all this?" She asks herself

"I don't know..ask yourself that..maybe it's because after all you do want to get to know me.." He replies as he takes a sip of his second punch whilst he removed his hoodie cap

"Ha ha..Very funny..Wait...WAIT...you look so awfully FAMILIAR...Have we met before?"

"Not that I remember of..I would have remembered a beautiful face for sure.."

"You can't even see my face.."

"True..but I had gotten a glimpse of your eyes and your face..Not to offend you are anything but you aren't like like hot stuff sorta girl you get me?"

"Wow...Aren't you the sweetest? Of course..I'm not offended" She asks rolling her eyes slightly offended

"Don't get me wrong..You are absolutely beautiful..pretty figure and really cute features.. labeling you as hot..doesn't seem fair and right..for some reason..at this occasion..And I don't want you to think I'm shallow enough to hit you up because you're just physically attractive" He says softly smiling at her

"So you do agree that you were trying to hit you up.."

"Okay...not intentional..Oh god...Let's drop this.." Richard mumbles

"Oh..okay I guess?" She says as she takes a long sip of her punch

"Let's just..okay..you said your relative was in a band or something right? What music genre band is he from? I know a couple of new bands..and considering you said he was a boy..a boy band..what's the name of the band?" Richard asks shifting the topic

Before she could answer, someone begins talking thereby interrupting her.

"Richard...There you are! Oh come on do you ever give up? Why do you need to hit up every SINGLE girl who's trying to get a DAMN drink?"" A voice speaks as Richard looks at the person

"I'm sorry..I was just talking to...err..Oh I didn't even ask you your name.." Richard says as he shakes his head disapprovingly

"Hello beautiful..now why are you wasting time with some crazy red haired weirdo than spend the night with a young handsome man like myself?" Chris asks as she turns towards the boys that stood in front of her

"For the record Chris...you're the oldest in the band.."Richard comments

"But you gotta admit I'm the best looking dude in the band.."

"Guys make it quick..I told y'all..I needed to meet a relative of mine..I don't want to keep her waiting.." Joel remarks as he enter into the discussion

"Pimentel? Is that you?" She asks as she removes her hoodie cap

"Y/N?!?" Joel asks as he looks at her surprised

Y/N smiles widely as she stands up from her chair quickly and rushes up to him as she pulls Joel into a hug, him mirroring her actions

"I'm confused...how do they know each other?" Erick asks

"Because she's the re- -" Zabdiel asks

"Maybe they've liked each other when they were younger and they've met here..Ah crap! Joel stole my girl...Not fair! I didn't even get a chance to - -"

"Again Chris..Richard found her first..So you can't technically- -" Erick begins

"Bullsh*t! Oh come on..I'm so handsome..why would she like Richard and not me?" Chris asks Erick as he raises his eyebrow

"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that..and besides I have no time to react to that..But seriously how is Joel related to HER?" Richard asks emphasizing on the her clearly not liking the fact that his best friend was conversing up cozily with a girl he liked.

"Guys..she's the rela- -" Zabdiel begins again

"Maybe they are like..besties but secretly dating?" Erick states interrupting Zabdiel

"Or maybe a one night stand..not something predictable from Joel's side..or - -or maybe an acquaintance from his hometown..I don't know..You know when you see someone from the same place you are..you sorta bond over with them right?" Chris pipes in

"It's because she's his relat- -" Zabdiel begins irritated

"Well whatever...he's just getting a bit too..close to her.." Richard comments as a small frown appears on his face.

"Why do you bother Richard? I thought you never cared enough to know the girl better.." Chris comments

"But...still how are they related? Are they- -" Erick begins finally ticking off Zabdiel

"OH FOR HEAVENSAKE THEY ARE RELATED!" Zabdiel shouts at Richard, Erick and Chris drawing the girl's and Joel's attention too

"Lo Siento.." Zabdiel murmurs as he takes a seat and quickly orders a drink for himself.

"Oh...sorry guys...We got a bit carried away with our conversation...Guys meet Y/N..she's the cousin I was talking about.."

Richard's eyes widened as his mouth slightly fell open..Erick nods continuously, Chris awkwardly nods as Zabdiel just rolled his eyes but flashed her a quick smile.

"And Y/N...These are my best friends..That's Erick, Zabdiel, Christopher and Richard.." Joel says introducing his friends

"Nice to meet you all..I've heard a lot about you all..You guys look better in real life than how you look in the pictures..and you guys sound amazing too.." Y/N comments as she smiles politely at them

"Thank you...means a lot for us...Appreciate the support.." Erick beams as he plants a quick kiss on her cheek, his actions earning a cold eye roll from Richard

Y/N slowly begins conversing with the boys almost instantly connecting with them..Richard on the other hand walked over and tried to get himself wasted for that's all he came here majorly for.

"Oh there you are! I was looking for you." Y/N comments as she passes a smile at him

"Yes...another shot please" Richard murmurs as he gets a drink from the bartender

"Okay Cheetos...why in the world are you ignoring me?"

Richard grunts as he chunks down a few glasses of some drink as he didn't even bother to look at her

"Okay Camacho...I thought we were getting along pretty fine...what's gotten you into a foul mood?"

"I just thought you were busy..bonding over with your 'cousin' and discussing about the stories behind all of Christopher's tattoos..."

"Okay now you're just being mean..so I can't establish healthy relationships with my cousin's band mates? And besides...Chris isn't even like my type.."

Richard's gaze fell on her as a grin decorates his lips

"Then who is your type Mami?"

"That certainly managed to catch your attention huh Camacho?" Y/N asks teasingly

"Well...I was just inquiring...that's..all" Richard replies as he looks at his glass

"Okay..I don't really have a type fixation...I don't know...Maybe like red flaming hair, beautiful lips, good figure and...eyes that scream trouble but in a good way?" Y/N states

Richard lets out a shy grin as he tried to ignore his slightly flustered face and extends his hand out, still looking away

"Dance with me? Please?" Richard asks hopefully, his tone a bit shy

Y/N softly bites her bottom lip as she takes his hand..Soon they're on the dance floor dancing to the wildest music all in the while enjoying each others' company.

"Hey..Y/N can I ask you something?" Richard asks as he wraps his arms around her waist, his head resting on the crook of her neck..of course with all her consent..

She enjoyed the feeling of his strong, semi-muscular arms securely wrapped around her waist..even though she had met him today..but with all Joel's description and all she's heard and seen about him..she felt good and..somehow comfortable...a bit too comfortable..but the both of them didn't mind..but not like she was going to admit how her heart fluttered at the feeling.

"Yeah su - sure- -I gue - ss?" She stutters as she mentally slaps herself

"Apart from being beautiful and stunning..what else do you do for a living?" He asks "Well..I model...So I do use up my physical appearance for a living.."

"I never meant your outer beauty..I meant beautiful and genuine on the inside..I'm not exaggerating." Richard asks

"You'd never give up huh?"

"I'd like to try.." Richard states as he twirls her around

"Honestly why are you so persistent? I told you I don't want to get laid down..Hit someone else up!" Y/N says as she slightly frowns at the thought

"I don't wanna get you laid...not so soon at least..I wanna get to know you..take you out..treat you right..spend time with you..doing weird and crazy sh*ts...I don't know what in the world am I feeling but it's probably because I've never honestly liked someone..you make me feel some typa way ya know? And the worst of all..is that I'm ready to feel like this..As long as you feel the same.." Richard finishes off as he lays his head on her shoulder

"I feel something else for you..a new foreign feeling for you Y/N..I know we have just met but I want to know you better...just talk and...i don't know...I'm just confused..I want to try us together..as in romantically...that's if you feel something for me.."

"Don't you think it's a bit too soon for us..to happen?" Y/N asks

"I'm not demanding a full fledged relationship from the dawn of tomorrow morning..All I want to know is if you feel something..romantically for me and if you want to...work on it?"

"Let's give this a shot Cheeto! Don't make me regret this.." Y/N comments as she turns around, wrapping her arms around his neck

"It's a promise...I won't let you go.." Richard replies his gaze shifting from her eyes to her lips, his eyes looking into hers as if asking for consent

Y/N leans into his touch as he bends down a bit and softly places his lips onto hers as their lips moved together in sync. As if their lips were made for each other only..

His life was going to be just right now that she was beside him.

/ / /

Richard shakes his head, snapping back into reality as he hears his phone vibrate. He looks to find "Joel" calling him. He answers the phone

"Hey...Yes I know..I'll be out in 5..Gate D?...sure okay...Bye.." Richard speaks onto the phone as he hangs up

He gets up as he looks around trying to avoid people and cameras. ..But to his dismay and disappointment a few eagle eyed fans spotted him as he quickly pulled his hoodie cap closer to his head..trying to cover as much of his face as possible...

"A minute please Richard...Just a few pictures.." A mini group of fangirls yelled

Richard rolled his eyes internally as he nodded softly as he quickly posed for a quick picture with the girls and signed a few autographs.

"Are you kidding me? You seriously want to get HIS autograph? The same jerk who broke up with THE Y/N Y/L/N! Oh hell nah! I'm not in this!" A girl comments rolling her eyes "Nope he's a jerk! You can't convince me..an absolute idiot!" She goes on

Richard initially decides to ignore it..but a few other girls decide to join in and trash talking about how HE had messed..

"It was something mutual kiddos..so I'd kindly ask you to NOT to indulge in things which aren't your business.." Richard comments as he quickly signs another autograph

"Hey can you even blame us? We care a lot about out idol...We want her to be happy and safe. And you clearly weren't capable of it.." A girl snaps back maintaining her cool

Richard stayed silent not wanting to snap at this girl who had the audacity to trash talk about him and Y/N's relationship..But the girl had kept no limits in her speech and kept trash talking about him! Of course he had to defend himself!

"It wasn't my fault...It wasn't anybody's fault..It was bound to happen.." Richard comments

"Oh please enlighten me Camacho...I'm more than willing to hear..How does a perfect relationship like the one you shared with Y/N suddenly breaks off one late night?" The girl asks

"That's what you saw...That's what the public saw..you never knew what happened behind closed doors. Please keep your cameras down..I don't want any of this taken..I'm tired of all the rumors.."

"You're just scared that we'll record you and give the bad publicity you deserve..and what do you mean behind closed doors!? Are you accusing her of cheating?!?"

"I'm not making any acquisitions here girlie...I'm just saying you know nothing..So don't start this very unnecessary drama.."

"Oh please elaborate on it please Richard..I'm dying to hear what you actually mean by 'behind closed doors' " The girl asks as she sternly looks at him

"I don't need to elaborate my personal life to you..Please just leave.." Richard asks his tone steady

"I am not leaving until I get an answer!"

"I don't have anything to do with the breakup...Don't pester me!"

"It's a relationship...involves two people Richard Camacho!" The girl counters

"It's her fault too...blame her for it...I'm tired and sick of dealing with all this bullsh*t.."

"You had the perfect girl! Perfect relationship..oh leave all of that..just tell us why the hell did you turn up here? For one of her fashion shows?"

"So I can't attend one of the coolest Fashion Show I've ever known all because my ex girlfriend is a part of it?!"

"You could have attended any other fashion shows yet here you are..Are you sure you aren't here to try and convince her to take you back?"

"Oh SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP!?! It mustn't be any of your business on what I should do or not do..It's my life please let me just live it the way I want to! We had absolutely no problems in our relationships until people like you suddenly took up the right to comment on our lives and our relationship too..People like you are the reason why no one in our lives last long enough! Don't you realize that in all the mess of trying to protect your idol, you're destroying theirs and their partners' lives in the process...We did what we have to do and we are fine with it! Now I don't care if you like it or not..but just..stop messing mine or her lives than it already is.." Richard snaps, hot tears brimming his eyes as he never let them fall

The girl seemed taken aback as she slightly flinches.

"I'm sorry..I didn't mean- -" She begins

"The damage has already been done...in the harshest manner possible...Just please don't create any more unnecessary drama..."

The girl nods as she looks down, feeling absolutely guilty as Richard excuses himself and walks away towards Gate D ignoring the soft tears that had dared to roll down his cheeks as he quickly wipes them.

~ ~ ~

SHE never wanted him in the first place...all SHE seemed to care was about her career and not him. He got over her pretty easily...drinks, cash, one night stands and just materialistic things that gained him instant pleasure..Simple solutions to complicated problems.

Feelings sucked...they had no place in his life..They were for children who wanted to try and pretend to be adventurous..all they did was mess and f*ck with his head and heart..Lust lasted shorter than love...Scratch marks and purple hickeys just lasted for a few days..or a few weeks at the maximum..but a broken heart would take years to heal..Lust was something simple, quick, less painful and a safer option.

He was done with feelings...feelings belonged to the past..it had no place in his life any longer..all it managed to do was wreck him..nothing apart from that...now all he cared was about his cash and all the materialistic things that gained him temporary..but instant pleasure...that's all he cared about at this point of time...nothing more and definitely nothing less.

They knew they were headed to the final straw of their relationship...there was just minimal love that kept them together...At least the love that was "visible". Richard wasn't used to deep serious commitment..He couldn't stay stable with ONE girl for the rest of his life!

All because perhaps...deep down inside he was scared...He didn't want to be hurt...he knew it hurted bad.. considering a lot of people he know had ended up bruised...in a very.. unattractive manner and never honestly recovered from it..

Both of them were different..yet so similar. They weren't similar poles nor opposite...they were just compatible enough with good amount of differences.

So for example...the both of them had the same unhealthy coping mechanism for getting over the other..

Shots one after another...Drinks of different varieties one after the other..Different clubs and bars but same unspoken feelings...

But when the lights went out...and they were in their rooms all alone..that's when it hits them. They missed each other..But again with their wholesome egos, heavy hearts and unspoken feelings..they couldn't help but hide what they really felt..scared to get hurt again or if the other one was just...pretending to be in love the whole time..

"Come on..Y/N!! Check him out! Hot stuff at my right..corner..Do you copy agent??" Y/BFF states

"I told you Y/BFF ..I don't want to get laid..I'll get drunk instead..." Y/N comments as she pulls her hoodie closer to herself

"Sure you'd rather like and get all sick rather than become a bit sore..Sure Y/N! I totallyyyyyy get it..." Y/BFF slurs as she rolls her eyes "Y/N babe..are you sure you're over that Dominican?" Y/BFF asks

"Of course I am..that doesn't necessarily mean I need to get laid over to get over my feelings for him! I've told you this so many times!!" Y/N replies

"So you admit you have feelings for him.." Y/BFF comments as she smirks at Y/N

"I simply cannot believe you..of course..I - do no - " Y/N begins

"Yeah yeah baby...blah blah..keep sulking over your feelings for a little boy who doesn't deserve any of it.." Y/BFF comments as she walks off

Y/N lays her head on the wooden desk, as her hands trailed the half empty glass her eyes fixated on the drink hazily as her face stayed covered all thanks to her hoodie cap.

"He did deserve it..He deserved all of it..Because at the end of the day..he made me feel the same way..loved and like I...deserved it all.." She whispers to herself, ignoring the soft salty tears that rolled down her cheeks

~ ~ ~

With his fists inside his hoodie pockets, his head hanging low to avoid being spotted..Richard walks in with a low profile into the club..This club was less crowded and less noisy..He just wanted a few drinks..just a few drinks to make him drunk enough to erase any thoughts relating to her..He wanted to get enough sleep and rest...and his thoughts about her weren't going to put him into rest.

He sat on a stool..a bit far away from the blaring music..a bartender walked upto him and he tells him the drink he wants...The bartender nods as he gets Richard the drink he asked for.

A shot...another one..he drank a couple more before he forced himself to stop..

His phone vibrated with some notifications as he took out his phone from his pocket. His eyes scrunched instantly at how bright his phone screen as he quickly reduced the brightness off his phone.

He went to his messages..as he typed her name..her contact came up.

He stared at the keypad for a moment.

What was his stupid irrational self going to do? Stop it Richard..What are you doing?

It wasn't your fault..why are YOU apologizing...

The damage was already done...nothing could undo it..

But it was worth a try at least...

He began typing the message...And without even reading it another time he pressed the enter button.

MESSAGE STATUS: Message Sent.......Message Delivered

| | |

Y/N tossed on her bed for the 50th time that minute..She had to get up early for a casting..so instead of her regular getting drunk partying routine, She chose to stay home and.. well sleep..

She had gotten a good amount of sleep for a few hours...but at a very odd hour of the day, she suddenly wakes up, her body jerking forward as she heavily breathes...

She broke into a cold sweat, her eyebrows furrowed, as her body shivered..

She quickly recovered within a minute or so..as she laid back into her bed again..but sleep and drowsiness had already left her soul...

Every time she tried to sleep.. something or the other she'd remember about him..especially how he used to serenade her the days where she couldn't feel asleep..his sweet angelic voice always soothed her..and within seconds, she'd be asleep, his strong arms wrapped around her waist securely, her head on his chest and his chin on top of her head...As if a perfect piece of a messed up puzzle set.

Her eyes filled with unnecessary tears as she quickly wiped them off..she did miss him, more than she could admit..but what was the use? He didn't feel the same..

Suddenly her phone vibrates..she clumsily sits up as she grabs her phone. It was probably Y/BFF calling her in her drunk state.

But she sees..his name..on her screen..She was surprised and She quickly reads his message..

Richard: "Do you ever wonder and sometimes perhaps..wish you could maybe go back into time and..change the past?"

That's what the message read...

Y/N bit her bottom lip...she began typing something as she pauses halfway..was she going to respond?

No...he said he didn't want to become friends or even mere acquaintances..so why did he text her all of a sudden?

Nope..she wasn't definitely going to respond to it. She switched off her phone..no..not this time. She couldn't..she wouldn't..

///

Richard sighs as he sees her status as offline...seconds ago she was typing something...Yeah she didn't feel anything or wasn't ready to fix anything...He didn't blame her though after all the sour turns...their entire relationship had taken. He keeps his phone upside down on the wooden table as he gulps down an entire glass of whatever drink it contained.

///

Y/N laid down hugging her pillow as she forcefully shut her eyes. He had the audacity to text her after not even speaking to her after so long! How dare he- -but then again..what if he was alone and drunk? What if he was some place dangerous..? She knew he was old enough to take care of himself but she couldn't help but wonder..

She quickly took her phone..and opened his text...After a minute of internally debating she eventually texted him back..

*TEXT CONVERSATION*

Y/N: Richard..It's 2:00 in the morning. What are you even doing?

Richard: Sometimes..I wished..really wished I could..I wish I could go back and take back all the words I've said to you..and definitely never let you walk out the door. If I could go back..I'd beg you to stay or followed you until you agreed..and almost would do anything that'll make sure you stayed...

Y/N: Richard....

Y/N: Are you drunk?

Richard: Maybe..Maybe not..a few shots of Vodka at the bare maximum...but I'm speaking clearly ain't I?

Y/N: Well..still the Cheeto wouldn't text me like that..or just text me in general considering the fact he didn't want to even be associated with me in any manner possible 🙄

Richard: I love how you still remain the only one who calls me Cheeto..it sounds so adorable..just..so right

Y/N: I'm pretty sure everyone calls you Cheeto..especially your girlfriend..so nothing special..

Richard: No..I don't let anyone call me Cheeto..You were and still are the only one who calls me that..Besides I don't have a girlfriend.

Y/N: Well..whatever...What's the deal Camacho?

Richard: GODDAMMIT! I have loved you..I always have..and I still do.. and I don't think that's going to change..but it scares the sh*t outta me honestly..and I'd never have the guts to do this without alcohol in my system cause I'm a f*cking coward.

Y/N: Where are you? Are the boys with you?

Richard: Aaliyah asked me about you..she said she missed baking those choco chip cookies for you..Mum and Dad also asked about you..They sounded disappointed. They thought you and I were heading to the long haul.

Richard: Well so did I..but geuss you cant change things if u wanted two..

Y/N: RICHARD YASHEL CAMACHO! ANSWER ME! Where the hell are you?!

Richard: In some bar..getting wasted and tired of getting rid of the way all my feelings about you return within seconds.

Y/N: Very sentimental Richard. I'm calling Joel to pick you up from that damn place okay?

Richard: Thanks...I guess..well..I never thought you still cared enough to make sure I got home safely.

Y/N: Oh give it a rest Yashel! I'd still care about you probably until the day I die and maybe even after that okay? Just because we aren't together anymore doesn't mean that I'll ever stop caring about you or ever did Richard...just remember that..

Richard: I still love you..

///

Y/N: Richard..I just texted Joel..he apparently knows the place.. he'll be there to pick you up okay? Just don't leave the bar till he arrives okay?

Richard: So you don't love me?

Y/N: Richu...please don't this harder than it already is..Just don't do this.

Richard: So do you?

Y/N: It's complicated and your drunk. Let's talk about this whilst your sober..I don't want to talk about somethin' like this with alcohol in your system...

Richard: Okay goodnight.

Y/N: Take care.

~ ~ ~

Y/N woke up fussily already tired. Her thoughts kept her awake the entire night and now she had to wake up and get ready. She heard her phone ringing as she QUICKLY attends the call

"Yes Claire..I'm up..give me a few- - what? Oh thank god. I was too exhausted today...wait.. Seriously! Thank you so much Claire! I can't thank you enough! Yes I'll get some sleep thank you again!" Y/N rants as she hangs up the call.

Claire, her personal assistant had called her to tell that her casting for the day had been cancelled and the new casting was in five days..which meant she had five whole days to herself.

She quickly jumps back into bed as her eyes almost shut instantly drowning herself into some well deserved sleep.

- - -

Y/N wakes up as she looks at the clock in her bedroom...3:00 in the afternoon. She made her way to the bathroom and freshened up. She walked towards her kitchen and prepares an entire mug of coffee fr herself.

Y/N sat down as she slowly sipped on the cup of coffee she had prepared for herself. The entire week way haywire hectic..a lot of photo shoots, interviews, castings the list went on and on..Y/N decides to take some time all for herself and by herself. She was given five days..five days away from work..The first three days went by a breeze, as she took enough rest and ate healthy. She walked to her closed balcony as she laid on one of the seats as she stretched her legs and placed them in a relaxing posture.

She laid on the chair as she did nothing except rest her eyes and breathe evenly as she sipped on her coffee. In the middle of her "relaxing" day, she was rudely stunned by a sudden spam of messages from her phone as the she quickly sipped on her coffee mug in surprise, as her lips burnt at the hot sensation. She let out a shrill scream as she stuck her tongue out, blowing some air quickly trying to cool her almost tongue.

*TEXT CONVERSATION*

Richard: Morning. Hey..Sorry about last night.

Y/N: Hey it's no big deal..you were drunk. It's fine.

Richard: I'm sober now.

Y/N: Okay..well..good for you I guess?

Richard: I still feel the same about you the same way I felt about you last night..the same way I felt for you the day we met..

Y/N: Richard..I don't really know how to you want me to respond to that statement. You do know that we broke up for a reason.

Richard: No we broke up because I was too prideful to stop you from leaving.

Richard: Can we just talk about this?

Y/N: I'm not so sure about this Richard. I've just...I'm just starting to recover and patch up those old wounds..I don't want them wounded again.

Richard: Please Y/N! Just this once to clear all these misunderstandings.

*Richard had sent you a location*

Richard: Just meet me there..5:30 p.m. We'll talk for an hour..and if you truly don't want to give it a try..I'll leave you alone forever..I promise.

Y/N: Just one chance Richard. After this I don't want you to bring up this. I'll meet you there at 5:30 sharp. Don't be late

Richard: Wouldn't miss it for the world.

Richard: Thank you Y/N!

Richard: I...

Richard: See you there. ❤️

Y/N: 🙂

- - -

Y/N couldn't believe what the hell she had agreed to..but here she was stressing over what to wear. She then realizes that she wasn't going to impress or charm him or anything. So she wore a basic t-shirt and some denim jeans, a leather jacket and some sneakers to finish it up.

She drove to the spot as she quickly parked her car in an empty parking lot. She walks towards the exact location and sees Richard sitting on a picnic mat with a basket of goodies in it. He stands up as he sees her and Y/N walks closer.

"Hey.." Richard says as he passes her a soft smile

"Hello.." She replies as he gestures her to sit down

"So how you doing?" Y/N asks an attempt to remove the awkward silence

"I've been doing well...Thanks for making the call last night..I didn't even know how I ended there.."

"You're welcome..I barely did anything..I just informed Joel."

"Well..you did look after me when I was at my worsts..so I owe you one..A simple thank you won't do the trick.."

"Oh Camacho..don't bother..You know I don't expect anything in return right? That's what..I.. err..friends do right?"

They went on talking about normal stuffs and things until Richard abruptly interrupts her.

"Why do people do this?" Richard asks

"Do what exactly?" Y/N questions

"Well..you know..don't take up the blame for the mistakes they have done while they were in a relationship?"

"They've got well defined reasons..maybe their just scared that this might danger their..uhm.. relationship.."

"But I see at a sign..a sign..of maturity and acceptance...If you make it through these misunderstandings and for once..accepting your mistakes..things will turn out alright."

"But what if they don't..that's what the other person fears the most..they can't allow an ounce of hatred or..disappointment in the relationship..they share with someone..they can't afford to lose that special person.."

"But you have already done the mistake..it isn't as severe as cheating or anything..simple mini misunderstandings..turning into full fledged fights. Sure they might be disappointed but in the long run..it's healthy..A relationship has it's ups and downs..but these misunderstandings and the interplay of egos..winning all battles but at the cost of a relationship one thought would last for long.."

"Richard- -"

"I'm genuinely sorry..I genuinely am..I just- -I'm not blaming you- -I'm taking the entire blame for the all the misunderstandings..I just want us back..I miss you..us..."

"Richard..please...all I'm asking is for a friendship.."

"I'll accept your friendship..or even better..I'll just even stop bothering you for once and forever if you honestly feel that you're better off without me..just..just look me in the eye and just tell me to leave and I'll leave..tell me you don't feel absolutely anything romantic for me..then I'll leave you and stay away from you and I promise I won't be a part of your life anymore.."

Y/N faces Richard as she looks him in the eye, her heart pumping quick as her body tensed, her tone shaky

"Richard..I..I..." Y/N begins as she pauses, her eyes tearing up

"Tell me..and I swear I'll leave.."

"But I don't want you to leave.." Y/N whispers softly as she feels her eyes gleaming with tears that threatened to fall.

"Please...all I'm asking is one chance. I screwed up..I messed up..I just want you back into my life..I can't live without you..I've never felt something honest and genuine for anyone else apart from you...I can't even look at another women in any other manner. Even after the break up..Sleeping with someone else felt as if I was cheating on you...I felt unfaithful even though I was out of the relationship. I love to such an extent that it hurts when I think that you're not next to me during my best and worsts.."

"Richard..you don't mean this..you aren't ready for commitment..Don't resurface those repressed unconditional feelings that I still have for you...Please don't make this any harder than it already is.."

"But..but...don't you understand? I was a f*cking coward..I just felt commitment was too big for someone like me..but as long as it means that I can be with you..I'm ready to walk through hell and heaven..worsts and the best...If you don't feel the same I'll let you walk away.."

"Richard..stop manipulating me emotionally..I can't do this anymore. You're just going to hurt yourself and me..Please don't do this..ask yourself if this is what you want..I'm tired of crying over you Richard.."

"Please...one more chance is all I ask for. We'll start off again..our relationship had started off a bit too quick before..we can fix it this time.. together. It'll take time to heal but in the long run...I want you next to me."

"Richard! STOP! You don't mean it! You're the only boy in my entire life I've honestly been so attached to..and look at where we ended up..I don't want our mistakes to repeat and go through the entire heartbreak again. I'm just tired...I can't..."

"We learnt from our mistakes..staying away from you and letting you walk out of my door was the worst decision I had done..I'm ready to fix it. I want to give us a try this time..but this time I'll completely be honest with you. Y/N Honestly the partial reason why we broke up was because..I...I was insecure..insecure about letting someone precious and amazing like you with someone like me...I don't deserve someone like you..and that day when you came over..I just wanted to sort of push you away so you'd finally get what you deserve.. but I know you're with Aiden and I- -" Richard begins

"Hold up! You seriously thought YOU weren't good enough for ME? No guy has ever had second thoughts about dating me..You really do care..don't you?"

"More than I can admit..but it's okay. I understand and just realized that you're with Aiden and I fully resp- -" Richard begins

"We broke up long ago..he dumped me through a mere phone call.." Y/N confesses with a sigh

"Wait..what?" Richard asks confused

"We broke up 2-3 WEEKS before I came and visited you! Because throughout my entire relationship with him all I could think was about you! How you would treat me better than him. And ×the WORST thing that even after all of this endless crying and heavy feelings I STILL LOVE YOU! ×" Y/N yells as her eyes are flooded with tears

Richard blinks in surprise and shock.

"You still love me after all of..this?" Richard asks in pure shock and disbelief

"Of course I did..and always do. But I can't afford to hurt myself one more time if this means nothing to you Richard. You could hurt me, tear and wreck me..but that manipulated heart of mine will still love you with all the little million pieces! I bet you don't even realize it!" Y/N replies as she wipes off her tears

"I love you too.." Richard shouts as he looks at her

"You..what?" Y/N asks

"I said...I...I...I..Love you...and I mean it...you complete me..I can't imagine a future without you by my side..I'll do anything...even beg you to stay..F*ck! I'll just do ABSOLUTELY anything to make sure you stayed..I mean every single word I've said till now..I just love you so damn much that it hurts so much..a feeling of emptiness and yet at the same time..my heart's heavy. I've never had the feelings of dry throats, rapid heart beats or the feeling of nervousness in front of girls in general..that's the sort of effect I have on them..but to feel all of this and the weirdest of all to be okay with it..no one else apart from you can make me the way I feel right now...the way I had always felt whenever I thought about you..." Richard confesses

"Richard..." Y/N whispers

"Please...just one chance..I'll promise you I'll never pretend about anything.. I'll honestly tell you what I feel..Just one chance" Richard pleads

"Please don't hurt me again..I don't want to- -" Y/N begins

"I promise you.." Richard says as he places a finger on her lips

"We're both huge liars...you do know that? We were miserable without each other and yet we pretended to be fine." Y/N replies

"Yes I know.. we're too stubborn for the world..but I'll never lie to you about my feelings or anything as such..because at the end of the day..I can never get over you.." Richard comments

"Me too Richard..." Y/N says as she looks at him

"I love you Y/N..." Richard says

"I love you more Richard.." Y/N replies

"I love you the most Y/N.." Y/N replies

"You wish you did.." Richard taunts

"Oh really? FIGHT ME!!" Y/N challenges as she playfully glares at him

"Same old Y/N..." Richard says as she pressed her lips against his

Richard instantly melts into the kiss as his hands wrap around her waist, they break away a shy smile on both their faces

"Feels right?" Y/N asks

"Not quite.." Richard replies

"Are you implying you want to kis- " Y/N begins as Richard quickly presses his lips against hers and deepens the kiss as she lets out a satisfied groan.

"Now that felt right.." Richard comments as he breaks away and stares at her lovingly

Y/N blushes as she looks away, a smile evident on her face.

She was meant to be with him..Now she didn't have to lie about her feelings because she had what she exactly deserved...him..

                                               X- X-X

[manggojooz]

Pick A Side (Part 12)

pairing: Taehyung x reader

word count: 2,320

genre: university!au; angst; romance; a lil of thriller; a lil bit of fluff

warnings: slight references to voyeuristic behaviour

previous part: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11

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comment: sorry if im getting rusty at this, i need to warm up T.T badly...

Film cameras are better than digital ones. Why? Because in that moment the light flashes, the truth is etched into the film forever. Because truth is perceived as valuable.

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“I just hated Jihyun for making this whole mess so I just did it, alright?! Happy now?!”, Taehyung’s voice sustained despite the recording having ended.  

“Thank you for giving me the idea of using a recorded confession”, Haejoong smiled at you with that same expression that used to make you feel comforted but now all you wanted was to punch his face in.

It wasn’t only you, Taehyung also had his fist clenched tight to the extent his knuckles were turning white.  

“The moment either of you try to report any of this, just know that I wouldn’t go down alone...”, the sly being tucked his phone back into his pocket, hardly moves a facial muscle before giving you one last nod and eventually sauntering off the hospital porch.  

---

“Don’t you want to know what happened?”, Taehyung asked you apprehensively as both of you sat in a corner of a sparsely patronised café near the hospital.  

Your expression looked angry but your eyes told him that it was more complex than that.  

“Why didn’t you tell me? Can’t believe he thought of threatening you to say those things... and all because of me... I’m such a burden...”, you ranted and Taehyung was astonished, that you never momentarily doubted that him and was even able to figure that much by yourself.  

“Don’t say that! You are not... Nobody would have known that he would go to such lengths. He's crazy, we have to report this to the police”, Taehyung felt indignant that Haejoong made you feel this way about yourself.  

“We will have to report it to the police but he has that damn recording...”, you were biting your fingernails, deep in thought.  

“Should we tell Ms. Helen about this and let her report it?”, Taehyung suggested. 

“That’s equivalent to reporting it, Haejoong will just use that recording...”, you answered with a deepening frown.  

“Let’s face it, Y/N. There’s nothing that can stop him from releasing it...”, Taehyung was getting impatient. He knows he had everything to lose, but he hated this hostage-like situation.  

“No, I won’t let him do that you!”, you raised your voice, annoyed that there seems to be no option.  

Both Taehyung and you could see it. Haejoong will keep gaining the upper hand if you continue to hold each other down like this. It was so unfair, you thought. The ones that have nothing to lose, can always afford to play the dirty game. They only stand to gain.  

That was when your mind suddenly clicked. No, Haejoong has something he can’t lose too... someone.  

---

Taehyung and you sat next to each other nervously gazing at the café door. Finally it rattles and flies open, the person you were keenly waiting for walked warily towards the both of you.  

Taehyung stood up from his seat, “Jihyun...”, he calls her name gently as she approached the table. “Have a seat, do you want a drink?”  

“It’s ok... what do you want?”, Jihyun’s attitude was uncertain as she rejected the drink but still took a seat opposite you.  

You carefully broached the subject, starting from the point when you found out that Haejoong liked her.

“So, now he has a recording of Taehyung ‘confessing’. Jihyun, he is not what he seems, you have to believe us”, it took a good eight minutes before you managed to finish the recap. You were kind of surprised that Jihyun stayed quiet throughout although she did look apprehensive.  

“Y/N, I know I said that I believe that you didn’t do it. But don’t be mistaken. It doesn’t mean I trust that you are on my side. Haejoong was the only one who had comforted me and stood up for me during this time... How can you expect me to take your words about him, when you were not even there with me when I needed it”, she was mostly staring at Taehyung as she expressed her doubts.  

“I tried calling you, I thought you...”, Taehyung attempted to explain.  

“You thought I wouldn’t want to see you? You are not wrong though”, Jihyun sounded exhausted. “Didn’t you say that he likes me? If that’s the case, why would he do that to me?”  

You had no answer.  

“I don’t want this thing to get any bigger than it already is... I just hope it dies down quickly and quietly. That is all I want now. It’s not about the truth anymore. Somehow the world makes me feel that as the victim, finding the culprit, seeking justice, is not my priority”, she sounded utterly drained.  

She stood up to leave and you bolted up from your seat too, “Jihyun...” There was a stillness in the air, you had almost never called her by her name like that.  

---

“Taehyung and Y/N came to look for me this afternoon...”, Jihyun said nervously. Haejoong had just brought her to their comfort food place - a kimchi soup restaurant, which is the only thing she can eat whenever she felt awful, and they are now strolling towards her hostel. His scarf was wrapped around her neck after he adamantly insisted that she wasn’t wearing enough layers.  

Haejoong stopped in the middle of the pavement upon her words and turned to face her.  

"They told me that you were the one who took those photos of me and wanted me to report you...”, Jihyun elaborated, stopping and spinning to look at Haejoong too.  

Haejoong was completely still, his eyes moving unnoticeably, observing all the tiny signs in Jihyun’s features.  

“They say you forced Taehyung to record a confession...”, Jihyun continued.  

“Do you believe them? What is it that you want to hear from me?”, Haejoong replied cautiously.  

“... you are the only friend I have now, so I want to hear you say that it’s not you”, Jihyun mumbled.  

“Will you believe me if I say that it is not me?”, Haejoong asked.

“I will”, she answered, never once averting his eyes.

“It’s not me.”  

A comforted smile slowly spreads across her lips.  

“It can’t be you...”, she whispers, and he was relieved to see that she will take his side. “It cannot be you...”, she uttered, and his expression changes. Yes, it cannot be him, if it were, Jihyun might lose it altogether.

“I was looking for the right time to let you hear the recording... I didn’t want to traumatise you just when things were getting better. Isn’t this like the thief calling someone else the thief? Unbelievable...”, Haejoong was careful that he didn’t appear too keen to explain the situation.  

“They pretend they can understand how I feel after all that has happened. How can they ever understand the feeling... it’s not as if it has happened to any of them”, Jihyun started to tear up.  

“Do you want to hear it? If not, what do you want me to do with the recording?”, Haejoong prodded.  

Jihyun thought for a while and said, “Nothing... delete it.”  

“You want me to delete it? Jihyun, I can’t-”, Haejoong started to resist.  

“I have known Taehyung for years! I've liked him for half that time! What do you want me to say?!”, Jihyun was agitated suddenly. Haejoong just stared at her in shock. But in a matter of seconds, she managed to catch herself again, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have shouted at you. I just want it to be over, Haejoong...”.  

“Do you still like him... Kim Taehyung? Even after all he did to you?”, Haejoong questioned her, his heart never felt heavier than it is now.  

“Have you ever had such a person? Even if they hurt you a lot, and they do all sorts of bad things, you feel like you can’t leave them? Maybe one day he will see that I was the one sticking by his side through it all... maybe then, I stand a chance. If only...”, Jihyun suddenly stopped, and shook her head.  

“If only what?”, Haejoong pressed on.  

“Nothing... I shouldn’t be thinking such things”, Jihyun became tight-lipped.

“If only Y/N never came into the picture?", Haejoong completed her statement.  

The shock in her eyes were evident.

---

Water was dripping from your hair all over the floor. You undid the bath towel wrapped around your body and flung it over your head, squeezing the moisture from your troublesome hair.  

You walked along the window towards where you had left your clothes hanging off the chair in your dorm. The windows were shut tight and you had drawn the worn-out curtains. Despite all that, your ears perked up when you heard a queer buzzing sound outside your window. You quickly threw on your sweater and slowly peeled open the curtains.  

A dark figure was hovering outside the window, you squinted at it and thanks to the light emitting from the other units you realised that it was a drone pointed right at your window. Right as you identified the foreign object, it started to fly away from you.  

You turned and scanned your room quickly, dashing towards your handphone.  

---

The drone zips through the night sky and to a secluded field not far from the school hostels. Donning a black hoodie, Haejoong looks up at the drone while controlling it with the remote in his hands. As the drone lowers itself, Haejoong spots the silhouette of another object behind it.  

“What’s that?”, he mumbles to himself, furrowing his brows.  

The object came closer towards him and his heart almost stops when he realises it is another drone which had been following his! He quickly lowers his head, trying to hide from it, running to pick up his own drone from where it had landed on the brown lawn.  

The sound was soft, a bit mushy, but he could definitely make out the footsteps approaching from behind him. 

Haejoong stops in his crouched down position. In a split second, he picked up his drone and started sprinting towards the buildings. Just as he was approaching the edge of the grass field, Taehyung dashes out of nowhere and tackles him to the ground.  

The two men were struggling in each other’s holds, Haejoong desperately trying to break free and Taehyung refusing to let go. Haejoong’s drone was crushed between their tangled bodies and in the midst of the tussle, one of the blades on the drone slices across Taehyung’s collar bone.  

Eventually, Haejoong managed to pin Taehyung to the ground and was fiercely shaking off Taehyung’s grasp on his ankles when a second person jumps on him, causing him to fall over. This time the man was much larger than his size and he twisted Haejoong’s arms behind his back, shouting into Haejoong’s ears, “Stop it! You are under suspicions of stalking and sexual harassment. You are required to- cooperate- with our investigations!”, the policeman huffs while working to hold Haejoong down.  

---

You burst through the doors of the police station. Ms. Helen was sitting next to Haejoong and you had the urge to just grab him by the collars and demand all the explanation you deserve but that was not top priority at the moment.  

“Where’s Taehyung?”, was all that you spouted, “Is he at the hospital? Which hospital?”  

“Y/N, I’m here, behind you”, Taehyung shuddered in embarrassment of you making a fuss in the police station.  

“Oh my gosh!”, you exclaimed when you saw his white knitted sweater covered in blood stains. You ran towards him, with fear and worry written all over your face. Seeing your reaction, Taehyung quickly revealed the bandage on his collar bone, “I’m ok I’m ok, it’s just a minor cut, they already fixed me up here.”  

That assured you not to worry about him but the fury did not die down and you immediately turned to lunge yourself at Haejoong. Helen threw herself between you and your nemesis, throwing her arms up to prevent you from exacerbating the situation.

“Y/N, that’s enough!”, she chided and luckily Taehyung ran over to drag you away.  

No matter how much the police questioned him, Haejoong remained silent and denied everything.  

“Mr. Im, the implications here are pretty obvious, wouldn’t you agree? We set up a net to catch the fish. If you aren’t the fish, why did you fall into the net?”, the inspector was pretty patient.  

“If you go around setting random nets, you are bound to catch things that are not fishes”, Haejoong replied defiantly, his words still sparse.  

“Well it was a pretty specific net, after all we used the victim as the bait to set it up...”, the inspector casually commented.  

Haejoong scoffed, “the victim?”, he turned to glance at you, and Taehyung’s feathers were vehemently ruffled again. “Are you sure this alleged victim knows enough to help you set up a net? You have got the wrong person, officer... she’s just trying to-”

“Oh no no, she’s not the victim I’m talking about”, the policeman cut Haejoong off.  

Silence ensued as Haejoong processes the assertion. Then who is this ‘victim’ they speak of?  

The door opens again, wind howling as it did.  

“Ah Ms. Kim, sorry to make you come all the way, this late at night”, the inspector greeted.  

You always felt that there was a kind of eeriness to the silence that came abruptly after a loud sound. That moment an explosion subsides, that sound which is quieter than silence itself.  

This was that moment.  

“A sound of something breaking A sound full of unfamiliarity”

He always had the same disposition. It always felt familiar. But that was just a mask he wore. Now you see it, the truth of him, the unfamiliar reflection of his soul. As he looked at Jihyun entering the dusty room, it was alive in his eyes. The vengeance that he hold, the indignation that he suffer and most importantly, the hurt that he never once imagined she would bring to him.

[jamielea81]

A Walk in the Park

Chapter 9

Description: When your husband dies in an accident, you try to move on with your life. When the memories of your shared home become too much even after two years, you make a drastic change and move to California. A new career, a new way of life, and an attractive new friend help you move on to find the happiness you need. *This will be a slow burn*

Pairings: Chris Evans x Reader Tim OFC x Reader (Tom Welling face claim)

Warnings for this chapter:  Fluff, curse words, and Angst! I’m sorry.

Unbeta’d, so all mistakes are my own. This is purely for fun. Comments and reblogs give me life. Tags are open. Please send me an ask if you would like to be tagged.

Read Chapter 8 here

Saturday ended up being a 16-hour day. The wedding went off almost without a hitch. Just a few drunk groomsmen and an upset mother of the groom due to the drunk groomsmen. It wasn’t an uncommon thing. You always were sure to have a pot of coffee brewing, a few packets of calming tea, and mints on hand for moments like these. Luckily for your team, the bride never caught wind of the drama on the other side of the church.

In between the wedding and reception, Victoria learned all about the drama with Chris that had occurred the last couple of weeks, including your emotional blow up last night. Victoria is a wonderful listener, but not one to offer much advice. She simply told you to let him go. “You have a great new thing with Tim. You should really see where that’s going and fuck Chris.” You raised your brows at her and she promptly slapped your shoulder. “You know I don’t mean like that! But…maybe with Tim?” You then promptly slapped her.

The long day allowed you time to bond with Juliet. You had worked with her a few times, but never more than an hour or two. She spent a lot of the day trying to convince you Colleen wasn’t that bad. But for every positive point she made about Colleen, she also would add in a negative one that left you both in hysterics.

Sunday you slept in. You had tentative plans with Tim, but you were exhausted and your feet hurt. It was heels for most of the day and you were kicking yourself for not switching to flats during the reception like Victoria had. After an early morning potty break where you practically crawled to the bathroom, you sent Tim a text asking if you could meet later because you really needed sleep. He was understanding and asked you to text him when you were more awake.

Tim: Sleep well babe.

Y/N:

Thanks for understanding <3

It was after two in the afternoon by the time you were showered and dressed. You were also starving. You scarfed down a full can of Pringles in less than 10 minutes. You weren’t proud, but you were satisfied.

Tim had suggested a trip to the Santa Monica Pier and you happily agreed. It’s a place you had heard about but never visited before. You suggested meeting him there since it would be out of the way for him to pick you up. Tim had asked that you meet him at a building called the Hippodrome. It was easy to spot because it was rather tall with large arched windows and a dome of some sort on top. When you arrived Tim was already there, leaning against the building like a Greek God if you were being honest. He had on navy shorts, white V neck t-shirt, and sneakers.

“Hey beautiful,” he said while walking up to you pulling you into a big bear hug. “Are you feeling better?”

“Hey yourself.” Kissing his cheek softly before pulling away.  “Yeah, I was just out of it from yesterday. It was a really long day and I just needed to recover.” He intertwined your hand with his left. “So, what first?”

“Well, in this building, is a carousel that’s over 100 years old. I thought we should go for a spin,” he says, eyes and smile both bright. “Technically it’s a merry-go-round since there are other animals besides horses that you can ride.”

“Look at you with the knowledge!” You squeeze his hand and walk to the entrance.

Tim paid for the tickets and you both entered the line to wait for your turn. After a short wait you both picked your horses and had a pretend race. Even though your horses were side by side, yours was slightly more forward, but Tim joked the whole time that he was gaining on you.

After your very tiring race, you both decided you needed food. Tim grabbed a couple of hot dogs and a large portion of fries while you picked up a funnel cake with strawberries and extra whipped cream. You both met up at a picnic table for your mini feast.

“I think your eyes are bigger than your stomach. There’s no way you’re eating this,” he gestures to your hot dog and a pile of fries, “plus some of that,” pointing to the very large funnel cake.

“I think there’s a lot about me you have yet to find out.” You said while grabbing a fry and stuffing it in your mouth.

“Oh, I bet.” Tim said grabbing a handful of fries and shoving them in his mouth.

Since the sun was still warm in the sky, you both walked down to the beach, removed your shoes and walked along the shore. The water was still freezing but the late afternoon sun helped. You picked a few shells off the beach and after gently cleaning them off in the ocean water, Tim stored them in his pockets.

“I’m glad today worked out. I feel bad that I’m only really free on Sundays.” He said.

“It’s alright. We’re still just getting to know each other. I’m sure you could squeeze me in more if we continue to, I don’t know, get to know each other.” You said with a laugh. Why am I so awkward?

Tim stopped walking suddenly, almost making you trip on your own feet. He turned to you, taking both of your hands in his and stood there with intense eyes. Looking like a prince from some sort of fairytale. You on the other hand stood there, mouth agape, with your hair in your face. If he weren’t holding both of your hands you would be taming your mane. “I want to continue to get to know you Y/N. From what I know so far, I really like.”

He started to lean down to kiss you, but the he noticed your mess of hair. He released your hands and gently tucked your hair behind your ears and kissed you. Man is he smooth.

The kiss started slow and tender, but once you slipped your arms around his waist, you both let go. You parted your lips inviting him in and he eagerly accepted. Tongues clashing for dominance. Hands pulling each other as close as possible. Tim slid his hand down to your ass and squeezed. You heard a couple of cat calls and whistles causing your both to break apart laughing. Your cheeks were warm with embarrassment, but you couldn’t take your eyes off of Tim. Smiling at each other like a couple of teenagers.

After a little shopping on the pier, picking up a few candles and bath bombs, Tim walked you to your car. You stood against the driver’s side door with Tim leaning against you, both of his hands gripping your arms. He licks his lips and smiles. “Any way I can convince you to come back to my place tonight?” He asks.

You heart flutters and your pulse quickens. You really want to, boy do you want to, but you aren’t there yet. You know going back to his place means more than just watching a movie or a glass a wine. Going back to his place is that next step. A more intimate step. One that you weren’t quite ready to make. You quickly tried to come up with an excuse but in the end decided the truth was the best option.

“I really, really want to.” Biting your lip, you continued. “I’m just not ready yet. Please don’t take this as a cop out, but I haven’t been in a relationship for a while, so I’m just not there.”

“Oh. No, I totally get that. Yeah. That’s, that’s fine.”

Well, now you felt like shit.

“I just really want to spend more time with you before we get that point.”

He nodded his head and leaned down to kiss you. It was soft and warm, not rushed like earlier. He pulled away and kissed your forehead, holding the kiss there for a while. “Then, well wait.” He smiled and you pulled him back down for another kiss before saying goodnight and driving home.

Monday morning brought good news. Colleen had called both Juliet and yourself into her office. She was very impressed with how you both handled the wedding on Saturday and with how well you both had worked together. As a reward, her word, not yours, you and Juliet would be solely in charge of a dinner party being held on Friday. A good portion of the business your company worked on were dinner parties or parties in general. Usually they were wealthy clients who didn’t want to work with a catering company directly, so instead hired an event coordinator to manage that for them. Everything was already planned and, in the works, you and Juliet would just be there to make sure everything went smoothly and to supervise any staff working the party.

As soon as you were dismissed, you rushed back to your desk and fired off a text to Victoria about your exciting news. Of course, she already knew and sent affirmations about what a good employee you are and how this is well deserved. There was one other person you really wanted to text, but you weren’t sure if you should. Yes, you and Chris spoke at his party, but it still felt unresolved. Why not, I’m just going to do it!

Y/N: I get to co-manage an event this week!

No immediate response was received, so you threw your phone in your handbag and carried on with your day. Not until some time later did you question why you hadn’t thought of telling Tim instead of Chris. You’d have to think on that one later.

The week carried on with a couple of late-night planning sessions with Juliet, usually at a wine bar, but it was work none the less. You never did hear back from Chris. Your optimistic side said he was busy. You’d settle for that for now.

Tim met you for coffee on Thursday. He picked the coffee house that you had your first date in. It was nice and you enjoyed seeing him sooner in the week than your usual Sunday. He would be coming by for dinner at your place on Sunday. You decided to keep it easy with pizza and beer. Tim was a wonderful cook, so you’d leave the cooking to him.

All day Friday you were on cloud nine. Juliet seemed to be in the same mood and you both floated about the office. You even went as far as grabbing lunch for everyone, even the interns. Nothing could spoil your mood.

At 4 pm, Juliet and yourself arrived at the client, Sarah Johnson’s home. Sarah was hosting a dinner for 10 friends, 12 counting herself and her husband Zack. Knowing that people often brought an extra plus one of two, you made sure the catering team with prepared for 15.

While Sarah’s home was luxurious on the inside with a rather large dinning room, the outside was even grander. Her patio was as large as most people’s living rooms. The outside had two separate seating areas with couches and chairs. The seating area to the right had a gas fire pit that was to be turned on right before guests arrived. Even though it wasn’t requested, you brought graham crackers, marshmallows, chocolate bars, and skewers for s’mores. This was definitely a Hollywood dinner party, but who doesn’t enjoy s’mores as a great after-dinner treat?

The seating area to the left was pushed further down the patio to make room for a large table. The rental company was there and ready to set up when you both arrived. Juliet was stationed in the house waiting for the catering team while you stayed outside directing where the table and chairs would be placed. 

Once everything was moved into position you started to set and decorate the table. Several bunches of flowers were already waiting in water buckets to be placed in the small square vases you brought. Dried branches and clear glass beads were sprinkled on the pale pink table cloth. You set the table for 12, keeping a few extra place settings in the kitchen just in case. The flowers and fragrance-free candles were placed last. The Johnson’s large swimming pool had several water and lighting features, so you played with them until you found a setting that fit the mood. 

You checked in the with Juliet who was being kept busy with both Sarah and the caterer. Guests would be arriving any minute now so you ran to the bathroom off the kitchen to freshen up. Hearing new voices, you quickly exited the bathroom and excused yourself back outside. A few guests made their way outside with Sarah and Zack in tow. Minutes later drinks were brought outside by one of the servers and Juliet. Seeing that both Sarah and Zack were outside entertaining about half the guests, you decided to go back inside to greet the guests as they arrived and usher them outside. 

The party was on the younger side. Sarah and Zack were about your age, in their mid 30s, but the majority of their friends were in their early to mid 20s. You had counted eight guests so far including Zack and Sarah. You shot Juliet a text that two more guests had just pulled up. A young woman in her early 20s, wearing a short tight black dress started her way up the walk. You opened the door with a smile plastered on your face. “Welcome,” you greeted. 

“Thank you so much. I’m just waiting for my date, he had run back to the car.” You nodded your head and held the door. She was blonde with large sparkling blue eyes and a perfect smile. “This is a beautiful home, I just love it here.” And she’s even really friendly.

“It is a gorgeous home.” You said with a smile.

“I’m Hannah by the way.” She stuck her hand out and you gave her yours telling her your name as well. You heard some shuffling at the door and looked up to see Chris walking in. He looked at you but didn’t say anything. You didn’t say anything either, but that’s only because you were you were so surprised to see him. “There you are. I was getting worried.” She giggled. 

“Sorry about that.” He grabbed her hand and started to walk into the house further.

“H-hi Chris.” He turned his headed and nodded to you. The asshole just nodded. I am sure Hannah just thought you were a fan, you were mortified.

“Is everyone outside Y/N?” Hannah asked.

Taking a quick breath and composing yourself, you nodded and gestured with your hand. “Yes, right this way. Is there anything you would like to drink?”

“Vodka tonic for me and a beer, right honey?” She said.

“Yes, please.” He replied, looking everywhere but at you.

“Of course, I’ll have it brought out to you. Enjoy the party.”

You quickly told the bartender their order and pointed out who the drinks would be going to and excused yourself to the bathroom. You just needed a minute. Him being here was unexpected but this was your and Juliet’s chance to make an impression. Surely if tonight went well, you would be given the chance to take the lead in the future. If he wanted to play it off as if he didn’t know you, so be it.

After touching up your hair and a few calming breaths, you left the bathroom with a smile plastered on your face.

The rest of the evening went smoothly. You treated Chris as you would any guest and the evening was a success. High praise was given for the s’mores, especially after many alcoholic beverages were consumed. You and a couple of the servers did have to assist with the marshmallows after a few fell into the fire and on the ground.

Everything was cleaned up and put back in place around midnight and you were thankful. It took a lot of effort to ignore Chris ignoring you. Smiling throughout the night wasn’t all that easy, but Juliet hadn’t noticed, so you called it a success.

On your drive home you decided you were done with Chris Evans. So much for the “we’re fine, we’re friends” comment he said last weekend.

After getting home, you jumped in your shower, and then changed into a large t-shirt for bed. Grabbing your phone to plug it in, you had one missed called and three text messages. All from Chris. Clicking open the text thread you found yourself getting angry.

Chris: Could you call me when you get this?

Chris: I just want to talk to you.

Chris: Let me explain.

Turning off your phone, you placed it back on the night stand and tried to fall asleep. You had to stop in the office for a couple of hours so you wanted to be rested. Except you couldn’t. You kept thinking about Chris. His behavior the last few weeks and the person you knew him to be shortly after you had met, they weren’t the same person. Even though he acted like you were a stranger tonight, you were more upset with him at the party last weekend. While he said you were still friends, he never apologized when he knew you were hurt. And now he wants to talk? What’s that all about. Would it be mature if I texted back Fuck you? This was something you would have to think on. As it stood now, you didn’t plan on calling or texting him back.

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Jac & Savannah

Jac: [Later than the Jesse convo, so drunker too, but still in the clerb] Jac: Total success, yeah? 🎉🍾💃 Savannah: 🙌 Jac: Are you having a good time? Savannah: YES! Savannah: I'm so glad everyone is nice Jac: it is such a relief Jac: so not like high school Savannah: ^^ we can stop waiting for the lives we want now Jac: yeah Jac: it's started Jac: and nothing is in our way now Jac: or no one Savannah: thank god Jac: You look beautiful Savannah: I was thinking maybe it's too much Savannah: if Sienna likes it Jac: 😂 Jac: You could pull off anything Jac: but I like it too Savannah: it's for you Savannah: I promised 💗 🌷 🌺 🌸 💗 Jac: You did Jac: my own uni wardrobe is lacking Jac: next time Savannah: it's REALLY not Savannah: you look perfect Jac: am I still sleeping over? Savannah: of course Savannah: unless you don't want to Jac: I do Jac: just checking  😊 Savannah: I know I stole ALL the blankets but I'm so sorry & I so won't do it again if you stay Jac: That's not what it is Savannah: do NOT use this moment to tell me that I talk in my sleep because I will die Jac: you're a total 👸🏾 in sleep too, don't worry Savannah: you're an 👼🏻 always Jac: do you have a drink? Savannah: Jordan was supposed to be getting me one but it's been forever Jac: I'll find him Jac: try to Savannah: We'll just get our own, I don't need a man Jac: 👏 Savannah: 🥂 Savannah: find me ✨ Jac: Might get distracted by the disco ball Savannah: you're supposed to only have 👀 for me Savannah: SO mean Jac: You know I do Savannah: 🥰 Jac: Do you think any of the lads are cute? Savannah: oh my god! That means you do! Savannah: who do you like? Jac: no it doesn't Savannah: it does, J Jac: I'd tell you if it did Savannah: I'd tell you if I thought anyone was cute Savannah: & them Jac: True Jac: just checking Savannah: I think Maddie is BEYOND cute Savannah: love that outfit Jac: She seems fun too Savannah: [goes to dance with whoever this girl is] Savannah: okay, she's really fun Jac: 👍 Savannah: come dance with us Jac: one sec Jac: [going outside or wherever] Savannah: 🥺🥺🥺🥺 Jac: I'll be right back Jac: got to talk to Dale Savannah: you've got to dance with me Jac: [gotta be at least 5 minutes before you do, have some resolve] Savannah: [excuse us maddie there's a moment about to happen here] Jac: [casually politely blocking you out here no offense] Savannah: [gotta be done soz] Savannah: [when they're both hot so you know lads who aren't even from their course gonna get involved] Jac: [at least you can swerve them more freely in a sassy manner] Savannah: [and we can sacrifice maddie to one that's she's vaguely into so thanks] Jac: [go get yours gal] Savannah: [leave them to their shameless gay vibe] Jac: [try to get out your head gal you can do it] Savannah: [we all know she's accidentally making this so ridiculous difficult for you rn] Jac: [we're not any more sorted than we were lbr ladies] Savannah: [tea] Jac: [so productive] Savannah: [making you come to the toilets with her so she can fix her makeup/admire herself because of course] Jac: [just admiring her too tbh] Savannah: [likewise because now is the time for a shameless hair touch like lemme fix that for you and all the ensuing compliments because Savannah is me] Jac: [😳😳😳😳] Savannah: [when she's inherited her father's complexion so obvs the bae sees but she thinks it's adorable 'you feel things so deeply, I love that about you'] Jac: ['one of us should appreciate it, like' 🙄 at self] Savannah: ['of course I appreciate you, you've always been everything to me' be gayer please gal] Jac: ['almost everything' 'cos you drunk enough that that can slip but then you nudge her like 😏 lol lol total bants] Savannah: [when that hurts your heart so much it'd be obvious on your face for a split second at least before you cover it with your own 🙄 at self like I can't believe I like boys ugh] Jac: [reflectively putting your hand on her shoulder like no it's okay, I'm sorry and covering that by finally being like 'at least you don't like Jordan] Savannah: [taking that hand and positioning her arm so you can look at her tattoo that matches yours like you're relieved she still has it, also without thinking about it but then being like oh shit so you just have to say 'I like being single' even though she did not ask and it's not true] Jac: [when we know you better than that, babe so the really? is on our face v hard but we not being judgy with it and we show that by touching her tattoo lightly] Savannah: [the 'rude' is on her face but playfully we're not actually offended but we shrug because she does mean that she doesn't wanna date another Milo for so many reasons, cos that was a time in both their lives we know] Jac: ['he's probably having such a shit time' in a comforting forget him way, 'cos of course you know what she think of, at least who] Savannah: [she's so not above being buzzing at the prospect/hoping he is so such a happy face again] Jac: [lols] Savannah: [putting your lipgloss or whatever it is on her cos it's nothing too dramatic where she'd be like no and we can pretend that's why you're shamelessly staring at her cos that idea struck you to do a makeover moment and not cos you're gay] Jac: [not at all thinking about the other way you coulda put that on her, nah, doing a kissy face like tah] Savannah: [tucking her hair behind her ear/playing with it like you're so concerned it could get stuck to this gloss okay] Jac: [having to yeah HAVING to take her hand to get her out 'cos bathrooms in clerbs are always packed like come on] Savannah: [she's clearly about it] Jac: [go dance some more] Savannah: [that's what we are here for, a chance to be gay af without either of us freaking out] Jac: [mhmm, live and let live ladies] Savannah: [it's like expected of straight girls at this point so] Jac: [we all hoe dance at the clerb] Savannah: [god bless, come through with that drink jordan, where you been?] Jac: [who are you where are you so many questions also making him go get you one too shamelessly like thaaaanks] Savannah: [when you a bad bitch like your mother] Jac: [don't be making enemies though gal] Savannah: [someone should make an actual move on either of them tonight but I can't decide which way round I want it] Jac: [hmm, there's a case for either way isn't there] Savannah: [because it could be a girl in Jac's case cos don't need an A+ gaydar to be knowing which would be awkward and freak her out but obviously it could be a boy too which would #confirm Sav thinking she's not gay but obviously it'd hurt her heart if some boy or girl is all over Sav and she thinks she's into it so] Jac: [i say let it be a girl and jac for the freakout we can probably use that the most] Savannah: [it has the henchest legs in terms of a idea I agree] Jac: [hoot] Savannah: [how do you want it to happen like are they still dancing or what's the craic] Jac: [I think they go back to their tables to be social a bit and this girl pops off] Savannah: [love that, what type of lesbian are you gal, what would be the most awkward? butch maybe] Jac: [yes like undeniably so lol] Savannah: [I have such a mental image rn] Jac: [a fuckboy who is probably gonna give feminist rants in your lectures, marlene hello lol] Savannah: [her more butch cousin because k-stew is still too soft] Jac: [ruby rose] Savannah: [mhmm] Jac: [just shooketh like how did you know #exposed over here] Savannah: [meanwhile your bae is oblivious talking to whoever else] Jac: [when a girl has never and you can't outright run or anything 'cos these your classmates] Savannah: [like you could run gal but you gotta be subtle about it you can't just be like I need a piss RN cos then she might think you wanna hook up in the bathroom lol] Jac: [oh no no, keeping this convo dry sweaty] Savannah: [at least you can always say you're not out if she won't take the hint because it's against gay law to out someone so] Jac: [bye ruby rose] Savannah: [you can run now if you want gal] Jac: [if she's the kind that can be chill enough to be friendly and not totally in your face, you should stay, 'cos trying here for that new rep] Savannah: [#growth] Jac: [don't wanna be alone again at any cost] Savannah: [so sad and so true] Savannah: I'm doing my best to be a social 🦋 but I miss you Jac.: Come and save me then Savannah: [does but does the thing where they end up sharing a chair like oh hey, you're lowkey on her lap gal neither of you are smol enough for this] Jac.: [when you can fully get into the bit 'cos you are just tryna let this girl know you're not interested, sure babe, like Sav is touchy-feely anyway but she'd be less so naturally but playing with her hair rn] Savannah: [😳 but her skin tone is not giving her away so we're fine] Jac.: [needlessly whispering/loud whispering 'cos clerb in her ear instead of tryna shout to the whole group 'cos we sending a message here ok] Savannah: [we know she doesn't need any encouragement to join in with that because that's shamelessly a vibe for them anyway like soz Isabelle] Jac.: [we've not changed that hard and have no intention to really lmao and can't fault you] Savannah: [more dancing like you've just gotta cos THIS SONG but we know why really] Jac.: [we know the vibe] Savannah: [just dancing til you're actually knackered and do need to sit back down for a bit] Jac.: [is there anything else we wanna/do we wanna let anything go down/however small it might seem] Savannah: [the temptation to make it even gayer is so real but it's like the L bomb dilemma of like is now the right time/do we wanna prolong the agony longer but I feel like something needs to happen] Jac.: [this is day TWO, freshers is intense by default everyone thinks they're gonna be friends forever, and the way most people do it you're like drunk the whole week, so I feel like something could reasonably happen/should, even if we then take however many paces back] Savannah: [you gotta do it Savannah it's your turn to put yourself out there gal] Jac.: [we can all pretend we don't remember lol #doitdoit Savannah: [I just can't decide if I want it to happen at the club or when they're alone having their sleepover moment cos pros and cons to both] Jac.: [like the tension is high in both scenarios but maybe have enough wherewithal to not let your classmates 👀 'cos they so close as is people will be like OH YOU A COUPLE, although, we COULD do that if we wanted, hmm] Savannah: [Savannah just like yes she's the love of my life, Jac like I AM SO CONFUSED] Savannah: [but in all seriousness I am leaning towards the sleepover because if they're alone and then Savannah is like well that didn't happen, Jac's just like did it happen though, like am I actually losing my mind/dreaming really vividly here like] Jac.: [I vibe, you can go harder but deny as hard] Savannah: [exactly because you know they're gonna go really hard this has been such a long time coming] Jac.: [mhmm] Savannah: [plus I love the cinematic visual of them having no makeup or sassy outfits on when this happens like you're really making yourselves vulnerable here aren't you gals] Jac.: [and in a single bed, of course, Jac having literally not slept in hers, like] Savannah: [she hasn't yet, that actually kills me] Jac.: [y'all could've shared if you been knew at this rate lmao] Savannah: [I also like the idea that they don't stop because they get interrupted or any of the things we normally throw at people but because Savannah actually says that she wants to/isn't ready to go any further than this because they do have good communication and also it shows that like she did wanna do what actually happened even if she does deny it later] Jac.: [That was literally the vibe I had too so same page] Savannah: [yet more vulnerability cos you have to be like can we stop but you're not scared to] Jac.: [and at least that's some clarity so Jac is going to be the opposite of mad about it, obvs] Savannah: [y'all had and lbr still have so much trust that it just makes sense] Jac.: [the last thing you want/wanted was to ruin the friendship that's the whole mood we're not being reckless out here] Savannah: [snuggle and be soft in that small bed ladies] Jac.: [live your best lives, we'll worry about it tomorrow] Savannah: [unrelated but cos I just looked up their heights I 100% vote that Sav was as tall/taller than her last boyfriend and he was annoyed about it because he is not Jimothy] Jac.: [you gotta be confident to own that so yes 100% no heels for you gal] Savannah: [Ty can be taller cos basketball boy so you could've worn them then #thegoldenage] Savannah: [okay so I'll write what we said here for future ref 1. Jac wakes up and her bae is gone so she's freaking out thinking that Sav is for obvious reasons but 2. Sav has only gone to get coffee or tea or whatever because that bitch and that gay so she comes back with breakfast and Jac's gone so she's like ??] Savannah: Where did you go? Jac.: I thought you wanted me to be gone Savannah: Oh boo no! It was supposed to be a nice surprise Jac.: Oh Jac.: well Jac.: that's embarrassing then Savannah: I can just bring the 🥐 to you Savannah: the ��️ will probably get cold so I will be drinking it on the way, sorry Jac.: I'm sorry, that was weird Jac.: got out of the practice of this whole friend thing, clearly Jac.: that sounds good, you can see the inside of my dorm, I definitely owe you by this point Savannah: You don't even need to be sorry, I literally should have woken you to say I'd be right back but you looked SO adorable Savannah: though I'm not sure how I didn't already by like making my secret escape Jac.: but it was a good surprise Jac.: feel like a total 🥳💩 now Jac.: I'll use my time to ponder how to make it up to you Savannah: I can think of another one, it's fine Savannah: to be honest the ☕️ isn't that good anyway Savannah: [spoiler alert it is good and she's lying to make her feel less bad lol] Jac.: I do need caffeine though...what state do you think the kitchen will be in 🤔 Savannah: I love you but I don't think I can go in there for you Jac.: 😂 Jac.: I won't penalize you for being productive and getting out of bed to forage Jac.: that would be beyond rude Jac.: I'm gonna buy a kettle for my room, definitely Savannah: Literally any excuse to go shopping again is endorsed Jac.: I'm down Jac.: these rooms are so old-fashioned by default, there's no such thing as over decorating, it's a decent challenge Savannah: ^^^ Savannah: I'm so upset we aren't roommates Jac.: Nat is in David Russell and it's so clean and modern looking in comparison inside Jac.: AND they've got doubles Jac.: but that's the price we pay for the more traditional experience again Jac.: I know, if only we HAD known Jac.: next year, we can share Savannah: I get the appeal but I personally do NOT want to be reminded of home Jac.: I feel you, plus that's like where EVERYONE lives, social 🦋 or otherwise, I want my peace and quiet sometimes Savannah: A bigger bed would be AMAZING though, I can't sleep in the curled up in the foetal position every night of my life Jac.: I won't be there taking up space every night, it'll probably feel doable then Savannah: Baby, I hate to do it like this but you're only average height Jac.: 😂 Jac.: oh, I'm sorry, it's those extra FOUR inches that make all the difference Jac.: what about Dom, he's gotta be like 6'5, spare a thought for him fully hanging off the end, like Savannah: Obviously they do Savannah: but yes, at least I'm not planning to have a sleepover with Dom any time soon, I'm sure he's BEYOND relieved Jac.: No one could be relieved about that Jac.: you're such a thoughtful host Savannah: if we weren't literally in Scotland I'd almost believe the 🌞 came out then Savannah: but it's just you warming my heart Savannah: being the sweetest ever 💛 Jac.: Even if we DON'T wanna be reminded of home, the culture shock of constant 🌞 would be too much Jac.: you deserve 🍧🍨🍦🍰🎂🍭🍬🍫🍩🍪🍯 Savannah: Well, I'd acclimatise for you, obviously Savannah: & develop a sweet tooth Jac.: You're perfect how you are Savannah: I'd look even more perfect with a tan though Jac.: I'd look even more like my mother Jac.: which is arguably the same thing but Savannah: & not a bad thing Savannah: Your mum is so pretty Jac.: I know Savannah: your whole family is a different level, honestly Jac.: 🎁 and a curse, I guess Savannah: like the Cullens if any of them were actually cast hot in the film Jac.: 😂 Jac.: how hard can it be to find perfect clone-looking actors, really Savannah: 😄 Savannah: thanks for not being a vampire, even if we are in the perfect ☁️ 🌧 climate Jac.: as far as you know Jac.: might only wear my fangs on weekends Savannah: excuse me, I know all your secrets Jac.: Perhaps Jac.: 😏 Savannah: 🥺 Jac.: Awh, baby Jac.: 'course you do Savannah: I can't believe you're making me walk right now 🥱 Savannah: can we PLEASE go back to bed Jac.: we should, if we're hitting sinners tonight Jac.: apparently it's carnage Jac.: sports lads, and girls, are always mental Savannah: I don't think I'm going to that Jac.: Not your scene? Jac.: A night off isn't a terrible idea, even if you have to keep that 🤫 from some of our more... enthusiastic classmates Savannah: Even if I didn't desperately need to apply a hair & face mask, I need the reminders of jock types less, I did my time Jac.: How true Jac.: Somehow Tyler would've been more annoying if he also had a brain that wasn't 🏀 Savannah: Don't be mean, he was really not that annoying for a boy Jac.: That's what I'm saying Jac.: his lack of opinions was welcome Savannah: are you going? Jac.: I was gonna Jac.: but I'm not fully sold either way Savannah: oh, so you want me to convince you to stay with me Savannah: okay Jac.: My hair is obviously looking SO glorious without the mask so Jac.: yeah 😉 Savannah: I told you, I'll think of another surprise Savannah: something to do that's more worthy of us Jac.: I believe in you Jac.: ☕🥐 and the rest Savannah: I won't let you down, baby Jac.: Never have Savannah: Well, once Jac.: I'd let you down first Savannah: it's no excuse though Jac.: That's well in the past Jac.: now we have a future Jac.: you've just got the morning after blues Jac.: you need to come back to bed Savannah: you're right Savannah: [show up gal cos it only takes like 12 minutes] Jac.: [has definitely cleaned up this kitchen so they can sit up the table and have their breakfast, also put a tea on 'cos duh] Savannah: [when you can blame how happy you are to see her on the fact you've had 2 caffeinated beverages] Jac.: [we know you getting a big hug 'cos feels so stupid/so relieved that what you thought had happened hasn't] Savannah: [casually dying any time she's affectionate with you because not a touchy feely bitch like you are and of course that's the only reason okay bye] Jac.: [have your gay breakfast gals] Savannah: [we chatting about the night but so casually avoiding what happened at the end like] Jac.: [lol this is all so fine and dandy] Savannah: [truly] Jac.: [if you're both committing to it, it'll work for now ladies] Savannah: [and you clearly both are for your own reasons] Jac.: [mhmm] Savannah: [case in point just going back to bed like that's fine] Jac.: [lmao and we all know you ain't going out tonight girl] Savannah: [we all know you're going on a date] Jac.: [yes we'll have to find somewhere appropriate] Savannah: [yeah gotta be aesthetic] Savannah: [we can skip to that if you want cos we also know when you wake up you just living that pampering life] Jac.: [makes sense to me] Savannah: [okay so picnic is first is there anything we wanna ref happening during that other than them being happy nerds? like obvs you're gonna have to snuggle for warmth that's a given] Jac.: [clearly someone has taken that pic for them 'cos her face so I like to think some extra hoe was like OMG YOU'RE SO CUTE lemme] Savannah: [100% an american] Jac.: [lmao absolutely] Savannah: [thinking they a couple like you're not ready for that convo random gal] Jac.: [don't need to go into it with you, they should also do some gardening, those nerds] Savannah: [oh shit yes obviously you have to start a garden together] Jac.: [even if they just get rid of the dead stuff that's been left and prep it for spring, we'll look up the situ of what to plant 'cos when they go to the botanical gardens etc they can buy things and get inspo] Savannah: [I love that for you ladies] Jac.: [we know the vibe, it's gonna be cute af, nothing is gonna be said/done 'til you go out and get some alcohol] Savannah: [yeah hence I'm trying to find an aesthetic restaurant for you to get on the wine lol] Savannah: [okay gotta hit up the balgove larder flower shed and farm shop for supplies because aesthetic af and they have an insta we can steal from even if we don't eat there] Savannah: [I think the rav looks v aesthetic and they have cocktails as well as a wine list so] Jac.: [sorted, babey] Savannah: [okay so obvs we are gonna try and do posts but is there anything you wanna ref here as happening/do when they are drunk enough] Jac.: [we could talk when we get back, like just do dialogue and actions] Savannah: [I think that's a good idea, who's dorm are we saying?] Jac.: [probably Jac's] Savannah: [has kinda been your base for the day so that makes sense]

[ancientbooshartifacts]

Cartoon Daze

Author: Beansidhe_Baby

Year: 2008

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Mike/ Dave

“I can't believe we can't go out,” Noel huffed, crossing his arms, “this is fucking bullshit. We should go proper rock star batshit crazy and wreck the room.” Nobody was paying a great deal of attention to him at this stage. He'd been having a “strop” as Mike put it, for the past hour. Julian rolled his eyes and flicked the television on, dropping himself on the couch. Dave was lounging on a beanbag, messing with some bongos, to his right and Mike was leaning against him sleepily. Rich was dancing to an inaudible beat in the corner. “Julian, no one's listening to me!” Noel said and threw himself next to him and pouted in a way that had no right to be as pretty as it was. “Yes dear,” Julian replied and changed channels. Noel thumped his upper arm and pointedly leaned away from him, against the armrest. “What're we watching?” he muttered under his breath. Julian squinted at the screen. “Pingu,” he said after a long pause. “At this time of night?” a mumble emerged from the general direction of Mike's beanbag. “Apparently,” Julian replied and slung an arm around Noel, who pretended to be uninterested. “Pingu is amazing,” Dave said. “I bet if you translate what he's saying it's all filth,” Noel said, sitting up in his seat, “Look at this bit, his mother is clearly swearing him out of it. 'Fuck's sake, I ask you to mind your brother, who's in a bloody egg, mind, and you can't even manage that without destroying the igloo.' 'He was getting on me tits' 'You utter twerp, you're not even a mammal' 'Fuck this, I'm going to bum me mate what's a seal.'” “Isn't that what happened when mum let you look after me when she went down the shops?” Mike said ironically. Noel flipped him the bird. When Pingu finished (with Noel providing the X rated translation of a hula scene and a snow ball fight), Thomas the Tank Engine came on. They were all watching at this stage, Rich sitting on the floor with his knees tucked underneath him, in a rare quiet moment. “I dunno about you, but I stopped watching Thomas when Ringo Starr stopped doing the narration,” Mike said thoughtfully. “You watched this show?” Noel said incredulously. “For Ringo, yeah,” Mike said, totally deadpan. “He is my second favourite Beatle,” Dave volunteered. “Yeah, but Ringo's everyone's second favourite Beatle,” Julian said with a dismissive wave of his hand, “he's like vanilla ice cream. Everyone likes him, but he's nobody's favourite favourite. “He's my favourite,” Mike said, slightly churlishly. “No one cares, Mike,” Noel replied, much more churlishly. “Well he was the nicest one and he really loved the others and he could hold a steady beat and nobody appreciates him,” Mike said, blushing slightly and his eyes darting sideways. Noel noticed this and smirked evilly. “As I recall, this was your reasoning behind Rolf the dog being your favourite Muppet. 'Nobody appreciates him!'” he lisped and giggled. “Fuck off,” Mike said hotly. “Will you guys shut the fuck up? I'm trying to watch this,” Rich said, with his eyes glued on the screen. “I think it's sweet,” Dave said and pinched Mike's cheek. Mike blushed and batted his hand away. Noel opened his mouth to say something, but Julian nudged him sharply in the ribs. “All these old kids shows have been remade now to be more PC anyway,” Julian said, “In Postman Pat there's a new Asian family in it to show that the BBC isn't racist. I'm just waiting for Ted Glenn to come out. 'It's me new invention, Pat, a vibratin' cock ring',” he said, in a thicker Yorkshire accent. Dave and Mike laughed until there was tears running down their cheeks and Noel covered his ears with a look of mock horror. “I am shocked and appalled,” he said and Julian ruffled his hair, messing it up. “The old versions of kids shows are fantastic,” Dave said, “There's all this bizarre shit you can't get away with anymore.” “Davey and Goliath was some messed up shit,” Rich agreed. “I don't know, Davey,” Mike giggled and Dave shoved him affectionately. Dave then took Mike's face in his hands and looked deeply into his eyes. “We've been dancing around the issue all night, Mike, I think someone should just come right out and say it. Why is Rich not naked?” Mike looked back into his eyes for five seconds before laughing and looking down. “I'm going to my beddy!” Rich stood up suddenly and announced at the top of his lungs. Noel went over and gave him a peck on the cheek. “Be a good boy, Richard,” he said and clung onto his arm. “Yes mommy,” Rich replied and kissed his nose. Julian rolled his eyes silently as Rich went to the door. Noel took a running leap at the couch, wrapping his arms around his waist. “Hello,” he said at the top of Noel's head, “Can I help you with anything?” Noel looked up and stuck his lower lip out. “Can I have a lickle kissy, Juju?” he asked, fluttering his eyelashes and climbing into his lap. Obligingly, Julian leaned down and kissed his friend on the lips. His face was seized and Noel forced his tongue into his mouth. Honestly, he really got far too into this... thing that they did. “Aw sick!” Mike said disgustedly. They broke apart and Noel stuck his tongue out at his brother. Dave suddenly grabbed Mike and kissed him deeply. Mike sat completely still for a few seconds before throwing his arms around the other man's neck. Dave noisily smacked his lips against Mike's and pulled back. “Thought you might like some revenge,” he said and turned to stick his tongue out at Noel. “Alright, out! Both of you,” Noel stood up and started shooing the giggling pair out of the room. As he closed the door he felt Julian put his arms around him. “You deserved that,” he said, kissing his ear. Noel turned around and kissed him again.

Mike and Dave were shoved unceremoniously into the corridor, clutching each other and laughing helplessly. “Did- did you see his face?” Mike spluttered and buried his own face in Dave's chest. “He deserved it,” Dave giggled and put his forehead on Mike's shoulder, shaking with laughter. “Thanks anyway, Dave,” Mike kissed the corner of his mouth jokily. Dave growled deeply and sealed his lips fully over Mike's. “Nobody embarrasses Naboo,” he said in his guttural Bollo voice. Mike pressed a quick kiss against his lips. “Yeah... that would probably be even more effective than turning his back, if Bollo and Naboo just started neckin'” “Forget Howard and Vince,” Dave agreed, “the sexual tension between us is getting ridiculous.” He kissed along the smaller man's jawline and nipped at his earlobe, tracing the shell of his ear with his tongue. Mike moaned involuntarily and tried to swallow the noise. They were just messing around, he wasn't supposed to actually be getting off on it. “Come to my room,” Dave whispered into his ear. “Yeah alright,” he said quietly, feeling his heart beat faster. They kissed again, slower than before. Instead of violently tonguing him, Dave gently licked his lower lip and retreated back into his own mouth. Mike followed him with his own tongue and opened Dave's mouth with his lips. Dave started laughing again and Mike hit him. “Prick,” he said and frowned. Dave kissed his firmly closed mouth with a sweet, feather light pressure. “I'm sorry,” he said, batting his eyelashes and kissing him again. And again. Mike started to, reluctantly, return the kisses, barest flickers of his lips, eventually softening and returning them fully. “You've got a pretty mouth,” Dave pulled back, dragging his thumb along Mike's lip. Mike took the thumb into his mouth and sucked it. “Wanna see what else it can do?” he said and smiled, his eyes going crinkly at the edges, “Fuck it, this is all a bit weird, Dave. Is this still arsing around or are we being serious? 'Cos if we are being serious... I'm sort of ok with that.” Dave took his hand and pressed it into his crotch. “Is that serious enough for you?” he asked with a crooked smile. “I reckon so,” Mike grinned, unable to drag his eyes away from the bulge his hand was covering. He gave it an experimental squeeze and Dave hissed. He grabbed Mike's other hand and dragged him further down the corridor and pushed him against a door. His, hopefully. Mike sucked at his neck while he fumbled the key card through the slot. The scrape of teeth and wet suction at the base of his throat made any coordination of the card seem desperately difficult. Eventually he convinced the door to open and they shuffled in awkwardly, kicking off shoes and pulling at clothes. They fell onto the bed and Mike was bounced on top on Dave. They laughed again and clung to each other. Dave ran his hands down Mike's back and when he reached the small firm buttocks, squeezed them firmly. Their cocks were pressing into each other and they started to rut against each other. Dave flipped him over and Mike gasped as he felt a wet heat against one nipple and then the other. A tongue dipping into his navel. Fingers hooking in the elastic of his pants. And then- “Mmm,” Dave hummed around his cock as he twisted and screamed soundlessly. He hadn't done this for many years, and really, one drunken fumble in college hardly counted at this stage. Mike was so small and pretty, though he was sure that neither adjective would be considered complimentary, he made him feel big and clumsy and he wanted to do things to him. He surfaced and kissed one jutting hipbone. “Can I fuck you, Mike?” he asked, his voice strangely deep. Mike looked into his eyes and nodded once. Dave crawled back up his torso and lay down on top of him, stroking his hair and kissing him sweetly. “You don't have to,” he said, “I mean, I really want to, but if you don't then it's ok-” “Dave,” Mike cut him off, “I want you to fuck me right now.” He illustrated his point by opening his legs and thrusting upwards, so Dave's dick poked into his arse. “Ok,” he said quietly and went to look for something. Mike propped himself on his elbows and followed him with his eyes. “Have you ever done this before?” he asked. Dave looked back at him guiltily. “Sort of... a long time ago.” Mike felt his stomach plummet and tried hard to look unaffected. “Anyone I know?” he asked casually. Dave avoided his eye and instantly Mike knew. “Oh my God. I feel sick,” he muttered. “We tried to, but we couldn't,” Dave replied anxiously, “he didn't want to... with me.” “Do you still have feelings for him?” Mike demanded, “Am I the next best thing? Is that what this is?” “No no,” Dave sat back on the bed, “I haven't even thought about it for years. You, I want you, Mike,” he put his cheek against the other man's shoulder. “Ok,” Mike replied quietly, “I'm sorry.” “I found something,” Dave held up a tub of Vaseline and Mike nodded again, smiling this time. He forced himself to relax as a finger worked its way inside his tight entrance. When a second one joined it, he thought that his hole would snap like an overextended rubber band. Dave moved his fingers slowly and he felt himself being stretched open. After a while he began to feel more comfortable and the pleasure-pain balance tipped in a more favourable direction. “Are you ready?” Dave asked him gently. “Sodomize me, Dave,” he replied impatiently. Dave pushed Mike's legs up over his shoulders, leaving him feeling very exposed, and slowly inched his way inside. It felt strange, having his body stretch to accommodate Dave's cock. Not uncomfortable exactly, just... strange. Dave's eyes were tightly shut and he was moving agonizingly slowly. He changed the angle of his thrusting slightly and Mike felt something explode inside him. “Fuck, Dave. Do that again!” he gasped. “What?” Dave asked. “I think you just found my g-spot,” Mike said, twisting his torso to try and recreate the angle. Dave thrust over that spot, deep inside him again. And again. Quicker and quicker. Harder, deeper. “Fuck my arse, Dave. Fuck me!” he screamed. Dave moved one white knuckled hand from Mike's hip to his straining cock and jerked him off, between them. The headboard was banging against the wall with their erratic thrusting. Mike went stiff underneath him and came all over their stomachs. One or two thrusts later, Dave followed him and collapsed on top of the smaller man. “Dave. Crushing me,” Mike said into his neck. “Oh, sorry,” Dave rolled off him, “Was that alright?” he asked. “No, I actually just came all over your stomach so's not to hurt your feelings,” Mike replied and kissed him sleepily. “Oh well,” Dave sighed dramatically. “It was brilliant,” Mike said quietly, “You've ruined me for girls.” Dave chuckled and tickled him. “F'ckoff,” Mike said into the pillow, sprawled out on the bed. “Mike this is actually my room,” Dave said, poking him in the small of the back. “That's nice. Night Dave,” Mike curled up beside him. Dave sighed again and kissed the top of the dark head tucked under his arm. “No dribbling on me,” he warned him, but Mike had already fallen asleep, “Goodnight Mike,” he said more tenderly. He put his arms around the small body cuddled up next to him and went to sleep, dreaming of tiny shaman and cartoon dogs.

[gveret-fic]

Uhhh, Hit With Car... Most definitely (:

Please note that nobody gets hit with any actual cars. Also this is kinda the precursor to my laundry fic, so it’s probably never gonna be finished, so I’m just gonna post everything I have here:

Thewoman’s jaw is clenched; she’s obviously still hurting. But there’s a definitehint of teasing in her voice when she says, “Well, this is an interestingdevelopment. I certainly hadn’t been expecting my Tuesday to end in Supergirl’svery capable arms.”

Karawinces and blushes at the same time. “I’m so, so sorry about this. Itotally understand if you want to sue. I’m taking you to the hospital now,okay?”

Thewoman nods. “Suing National City’s hero, interesting concept. I’m not surespandex and capes and thigh high boots are appropriate courtroom attire,though, Supergirl. You might need to mix it up.”

“Idon’t wear spandex,” Kara says with distaste. “This is speciallymade shock absorbing polymer alloy.”

“Isit? I thought as much. Would you share the recipe? I’ve never seen it tear.Bomb-proof body armor with this level of flexibility would be invaluable incombat situations.” The woman raises her hand to finger the material atKara’s arm, stroking over her tensed bicep. Kara feels her blush deepen forsome strange reason.

“I—I’llhave to ask the engineer behind it about that.”

“Hm.Maybe if I argue in court that the suit contributed to my injury, they’llcompel you to admit it as evidence.”

Karasnorts. “Is that so? Well, since you’re apparently intent on literallysuing my clothes off my back, can I at least have your name?”

“Therules of etiquette dictate that you tell me yours first.”

Karashakes her head. “All right, Mystery Woman,” she says as she lands bythe hospital’s front doors. “Here we are.”

Shecarries the woman inside and deposits her on one of the plastic chairs at theemergency department’s waiting room, then borrows a pen and piece of paper fromreception and writes down her DEO phone number.

“Youcan reach me at this number at all times,” Kara tells the woman, handingher the note. “If you do decide to file charges I want you to know I’llcooperate fully, unless my civilian identity is at risk. Either way I’ll behappy to pay for the medical bills. I’m truly sorry. I’ll, uh. I’ll leave youto it then.”  

“Wait,”the woman says hurriedly, leaning forward in her seat to grab Kara’s hand.“My name is Lena. Lena Luthor. I’m sure you’d find out from the tabloidsanyway, so I suppose there’s no point hiding it.” She lets go of Kara’shand, looking away and tucking a group of her hair behind her ear. “I’mnot actually going to sue you, by the way. I’m very rich. You can… um.”She fidgets with her hair. The shift in her demeanor from teasing to flusteredis almost as jarring as the content of her speech. “You can come visit me,if you want, though. To make it up to me.”

Karawould be lying if she said she wasn’t taken aback at this revelation. Shephysically ran into a Luthor? What are the odds of that happening? Wasthis somehow intentional on this woman’s part? Is this some sort of verystrange scheme? Kara suddenly regrets giving this woman her number.

LenaLuthor seems to have been following Kara’s face journey. Her expression falls.“Right,” she says. She stops twisting at her hair, dropping her handsin her lap. “It was—well, it wasn’t really a pleasure, it wasactually kind of painful, but, it was, uh—interesting meeting you,anyway.”

Lenamust be an exceptional actress, Kara thinks, to mimic cringe-inducingawkwardness so convincingly. “Yeah,” she says vaguely. “Well.Call me if you need anything, Ms. Luthor. I should leave the medicalprofessionals to it.”

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“Lena…you haven’t had any visitors, have you?”

Lenabarks out a harsh laugh. “Well, aren’t you blunt.”

“Ohmy gosh, I’m so sorry, that was so rude—”

“Yeah,”Lena agrees, nodding self-righteously. “It really was. But… alsoaccurate.”

Karashuts her mouth with a clink. “Sorry,” she mumbles again, mortified.

Lenamakes a face. “Yep. The sad truth is, I don’t have anyone in my life rightnow who’d come to visit me in a hospital. Pathetic, right?”

Karashakes her head. “Not pathetic,” she says adamantly. “Justreally shitty.”

Lenagasps exaggeratedly. “Was that a swear word I just heard coming out of themouth of National City’s own sunny, family friendly protector?”

“It’sreally… effed up that the people in your life wouldn’t move heaven andearth to make sure you were okay. They sound like real b-holes.”

“Intheir defense, the only ‘people in my life’ currently are my employees, andhaving to pretend to care about me during work hours is more than enoughuncompensated emotional labor for anyone. I’d feel guilty making them keep itup beyond company grounds.”

“Whatabout your friend? The ex co-developer?”

“He’sout of the country. On a honey moon with his very lovely husband.”

“Soyou don’t have anyone to bring you treats to wash off the taste of all thehospital food?”

“Allright, let’s not rub my face in it any more than is necessary, okay? How about youvolunteer to bring poor old me treats, then, Super Girl Scout? Got any Samoasunder that cape of yours?”

Karascoffs. “Tagalongs are obviously the superior cookie.”

“Incorrect,but I’ll allow it,” Lena replies smoothly. “Any Tagalongs under thatcape, then?”

“ObviouslyI don’t store cookies under my—” Kara starts saying, before realizing:“Oh! Actually I did put some chocolate in my boots last week. Hangon.”

Karawedges her fingers beneath the material of her boot, wriggling them to getdeeper in and fish out the wrapped chocolate fingers she left there. Shefinally wrests them out, a victorious cry on her lips, when she realizes she’sholding a handful of week-old chocolate that’s been living inside her boot. Shecan’t offer Lena Luthor smelly boot chocolate.

“Uh,”Kara says eloquently.

Lenalooks like she’s fighting to keep in a laugh. “Hm,” she says. Andthen a little “Pfft” escapes.

Karabreaks into a grin, and silently holds out the smelly old boot chocolate. Lenatakes one bar, unwraps it and stuffs the whole thing in her mouth, all whilelooking Kara dead in the eye.

Karacan’t help it. She barks out a laugh. Lena joins her laughter while stillchewing, choking and guffawing and spraying out bits of chocolate along theway. Kara sits down on the hospital bed next to her, laying her face in herhand and laughing until she tears up.

Whentheir laughter’s died down and Kara’s wiping the tears out of her eyes, Lenaplaces a hand on her knee. “Hey,” she says, and her voice is verydifferent than it’d been before, neither teasing nor hesitant norself-deprecating. Just, kinda, really warm and sincere. “I’m glad youbroke my ankle.”

Karablinks. “Uh,” she says again. “I’m not sure if you’re beingsarcastic?”

Lenashakes her head. “I mean it. When I’m being sarcastic, I promise you’llknow.”

Karaisn’t too sure about that, honestly; she isn’t the best at identifying sarcasm.“Well,” she says. “Can’t say I’ve heard that one before.”

“You’resomething else, Supergirl,” Lena says with “I mean, you are.Literally that. But I mean to say, I like you. You’re incredible, and I thinkwe get along. Do you like food?”

Karamakes an incredulous sound. “Do I like—yes! I, uh, definitely, definitelylike food.”

“Wouldyou like to have some? With me? Not here. Somewhere nice. With a drink. As adate. If you want?”

“Oh,”Kara says, feeling struck. She should’ve seen that coming, probably, but ofcourse she didn’t. “I’m sorry. I don’t really date. Not as Supergirl. Shedoesn’t, uh—I don’t really have a personal life. I mean, I do, but not asSupergirl. That would be complicated. To have two different lives. I guess Ido, though. But at least they don’t include dating.”

“Ah,”says Lena, and takes away her hand. “Understandable.”

Karareaches out and catches it. “But—but Kara does. Kara Danvers. I bet—I betif you called her at Catco Worldwide’s local news department and asked her,she'd—she’d say yes.”

Lena’ssmile develops slowly, but reaches wide. “Kara Danvers, huh?”

Karashrugs. “I mean, who knows. It’s just a hunch.”

“Justa hunch,” Lena repeats, and squeezes Kara’s hand.

“Ifeel like you two might—click.”

“Well.”Lena clicks her tongue. “Superhero. Ambulatory service. Matchmaker. You doit all.”

“KaraDanvers can do lots of different things, too,” Kara says faintly.

Lenalaughs. “Maybe you can bring her along, next time you visit.”

Karaswallows and looks away. It’s taking pretty much all she has not to lean downand kiss her. “Maybe I will.”

Lenalooks at her very intently for a moment, then abruptly lets go of her hand.“Well, goodbye then! Off with you! And don’t come back without this fabulous KaraDanvers of yours!”

Threeor four minutes, Kara thinks. Maybe two if she really floors it. Or probably aminute and a half, maybe, to get changed and stash the suit somewhere and leaveJames a message and get back to make good on her promise.

Fifty five seconds, really. Tops.

[thesaltoforion]

Not a Monster

[Diana x Brynn]

[AU where Diana works at an archery arena and hunts monsters in her spare time. Brynn is still half valkyrie but nobody actually knows about her ancestry. She lives on earth so she can learn more about humans.]

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The employee at the archery arena leans against the wall behind the register. She holds an open book in one hand and an apple in the other. She takes another bite out of the half-eaten fruit and turns the page. In gold letters, the hard cover reads The Odds and Ends of Monster Anatomy: A Pocket Encyclopedia for the Expert Hunter or Huntress. It was a gift to herself, along with a new model of night vision goggles. The copper name plate on her work-issued black shirt says Diana. Several scratches lie across the plate and the corners have worn down to a dull silver.  

Diana listens to the children shrieking in the party room. She smirks as she hears strands of her co-worker’s voice. It seems the parents won’t discipline the rowdy kids so poor James has to do it himself. She feels bad but not enough to trade spots with him. She’s not on break but nobody’s lining up to register or pay for gear so she’s taking advantage of the situation.

The glass doors swing open and a group of people drone in. Diana judges that, based on the attire, they’re here for a company function. Many of them carry duffel bags or backpacks – probably filled with athletic clothing. She looks bemused. Most of those clothes probably haven’t been used in a while. She opens the ledger sheet on the computer.  She sees the entry for the birthday party and under that, she reads: Bee9 Solutions – 13:00, company package, 17 persons.

She tosses the rest of her apple into the bin under the counter and closer her book. Seventeen employees, all of them probably fed up with each other and annoyed at their boss, she smiles professionally, they’re going to eviscerate themselves.

A man approaches the counter. He has a chiselled beard and thinning hair. The suit he wears looks expensive. She registers his party and he shoves a business card under her nose. Politely, Diana pretends to tuck it into her pocket. She drops it in the waste bin when he looks away.

She leads them to the locker rooms and rounds them up to the armory once they’ve changed. She spells out the safety rules and shows them how to put the safety gear on. She watches as they fit arm guards and chest plates around their bodies. A cute, blond, lady catches Diana’s eye. Dozens of braids weave up her head and into a tight side bun. Diana muses over the intricacy of it. Must’ve taken her hours. Does she have to be so extra?

After issuing the bows and quivers of arrows, Diana address the large group.

“If you need anything come back to the armory. Look for someone in a shirt like mine – you can’t miss it, there are white targets printed on the back and the front of each shirt. I’ll be up in the arena rafters, reffing and watching for foul play. Have fun, kiddos.” She leaves just as Kayla arrives to open the arena doors. After a quick elevator ride, Diana steps out above the arena. The “rafters” is just one large platform that circles the arena. Two bridges intersect in the center, connecting the halfway points of the platform. They do a quick training with Kayla before she sets off the countdown on the large score board.

Diana watches with mild interest. The office drones handle the equipment better than she expected but their skills are dismal at best. Still, the insults they scream at each other are enough to entertain. She catches sight of the blond from earlier. Her braids catch the arena lights as she weaves between the obstacles. Diana leans against the metal railing and watches. This lady moves like she has wings on her back – her feet barely touch the ground. She nails most of her shots with compelling accuracy. Diana figures she must have prior training. She watches for the rest of the hour.

They regroup in the armory and Diana wanders among the employees, offering help with the armor. Casually, she makes her way over to the blond. If she wasn’t going to get a number, Diana at least wanted a name.

“Need any help?” She starts, lamely.

“That is kind of you.” The lady smiles, “I have enough practice to do it on my own.” She rips the Velcro apart on her arm guard. Her tone pitches high but not in a grating way. It pitches in a regal way – the sort of way that makes one shut up, sit and listen.

“It seemed like that. You’re pretty good, for an office drone. Almost as good as me.”

“My performance was lacking. I was trying to keep things fair for the other team.”

“Careful, they might hear you. What’s your name?”

“Brynn.”

“Brynn.” She hums. The name rolls off the tongue like butter. “Where do you usually do archery?”

“Sometimes the forest behind my apartment. In all honestly, I’m more prone to axe throwing.”

Diana gives her a once over. It’s questionable but Brynn certainly has the biceps of an axe-thrower. “You should try practicing in our complex. We have the newest equipment from this season and you won’t find prices like ours at other arenas.” Diana pulls a business card out of her pocket and holds it out between two fingers. “Besides, you’ll get to see this pretty face every time you walk in.”

Brynn takes the card from Diana. On the front is the name, phone number, email and fax number for the arena. On the back is Diana’s cell number. She has more of these cards, for specific situations such as this one. She raises a thin, blond brow, “It’s a little forward of you.”

“I’d hardly consider this forward. If it’s forward that you want, I can show you forward.”

Brynn’s eyes dart back to the small card, “I think I’ll pass. Perhaps I’ll send you a text tonight. It wouldn’t be too much trouble to get an employee discount?”

“None at all.” Diana smiles easily.

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Brynn glides in through the automatic doors the next Tuesday. She wears a peach button down that tucks neatly into a navy pencil skirt. Her black pumps click against the linoleum. She’s already put her hair up in a tight bun. She’s made fewer braids this time but it’s still very intricate.

Diana stands behind the register and pretends to read. There’s a small, flat mirror concealed in the pages of her book. She checks the state of her double winged liner before she closes the book and puts it on the shelf under the counter. She watches Brynn click across the floor and envies the employees in her department.

Diana makes her way around the counter and takes Brynn to the locker room. They make small talk and ask about each other’s day.  

“How do you do your hair like that?” Diana asks as they put on the armor.

“Magic.” Brynn answers, distracted with the straps on the chest plate. Diana decides that Brynn must be joking. The get their weapons and settle into the arena. Everyone’s gone home for the day. The score board remains dark, but Diana keeps track in her head.

Diana lets Brynn play man hunt for a while. She keeps hidden behind barriers and obstacles. She uses the tactic in competitions and, more frequently, on monsters. Eventually, the impatience wears on their higher-level thinking and they start to take riskier attacks. Brynn’s arrows nearly nick Diana a few times.

After ten minutes, she steals herself and loads her first arrow. She runs from the barrier and catches Brynn by surprise. The arrow leaves her fingers and the string reverberates through the bow. It heads straight for Brynn’s shoulder.

The arrow never hits its mark.

“Huh?” She’s not sure what went wrong. Brynn loads another arrow and the rubber head catches Diana’s side. The chase continues. Diana gets a chance to tie up the score. She misses again and this time she can see the way the arrow drifts slightly to the left, like something unseen diverts its course. By the end of the hour, she manages to score two hits. Brynn, despite the obvious advantage, only manages to land three arrows.

“Say… how did you get into archery?” Diana asks as they strip their armor. She doesn’t really listen as Brynn describes a sunny village and her fierce aunt. She watches the way Brynn removes the chest plate. The Velcro parts but her fingers barely clutch and pull at the straps. Her muscles flex in odd patterns and Diana notices fangs in her smile.

“Magic.” She remembers Brynn’s voice, powerful and uninterested. Fuck. Now you’ve done it. You’ve seduced a monster, Diana concludes. What even is she? Vamp? Fae?

“Diana, are you alright? You look a little pale.” They’ve moved into the locker room and Brynn is back in her skirt. “Did you drink enough water?” Her concern makes Diana’s heart skip.

The monster seduced you, more like.

“What? Oh, no, I’m fine, thanks.” She puts on a smile, “I realized that I … didn’t pay my cable bills this month.”

“Be thankful it wasn’t your credit balance.” Brynn closes the locker and Diana follows her out, shutting the lights on her way. “Do you have anything else going on tonight?” Brynn asks as Diana locks up.

Stakeout at a graveyard, she doesn’t say. “Thinking of you, probably.” Diana winks instead. Her mouth feels dry.

“Why don’t I take you axe throwing next week? My treat.”

“Sounds like an axe-cellent idea. I’m super axe-cited.” Diana imagines the way Brynn might lodge an axe into the thick bark of an ancient tree. She shivers pleasantly.

Brynn’s giggle delights Diana’s ears. “Great.”

Maybe she isn’t even a monster. She could be a different mystical being. Or a hybrid – hybrids aren’t technically monsters.

“Yeah… I’ll text you tomorrow.”

“Of course. Good night, Diana.” She gazes under her lashes at Diana. 

“Good night.” Diana nods. She walks briskly to her red Toyota Yaris.

She can’t stop thinking of Brynn’s smile and the way the moon glittered against those pretty fangs. 

- Fin.

Requested by @onetrickdiana for that writing prompt post. Hope you like it :)

Sorry in advance for any spelling and grammar errors.

[writing-parker]

Dark Winter III- A Series of Vignettes

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Vignettes: A series of episodes and events in the reader’s and Bucky’s relationship. Big and small, sweet or angsty, these stories lay out the moments in time they carved out for themselves in the crazy world they live in. They all take place in the same universe, but do not need to be read in any particular order.

Summary Winter in New York is long and cold, and this year is worse than any other. 

Warning: Descriptions of violence, descriptions of torture and attempted suicide. This is rated M for smut as well. 18+.

A/N: This was really hard to write, and I’m pretty sure I bit off more than I could chew, but here is the final part of Dark Winter! I said it was going to be shorter, but it’s not (oops). I also said it was going to be fluffier and it is (mostly). So I’m 1 for 2, which seems fine to me. Anyway, i hope it makes sense. 

I love getting comments and feedback, it makes me want to write so much more.

As always, let me know if you would like to be tagged in this vignettes.

Dark Winter Dark Winter II

 You’re sitting at your kitchen table, the lid on Bucky’s ‘file’ still closed tight. You know you should feel grateful that Bucky wants to share it with you, but it was intimidating. And it was going to change things. There was really no way to deny it, it would.

You really didn’t care what was in it, and you knew the basics already. He fell from the train, was found and tortured by HYDRA, spent the next 75 years committing the world’s most heinous crimes on behalf of the people that tortured him.  You knew you were really over simplifying things, but in your head, that’s how it was.

Because Bucky never really talked about it with you. HYDRA.  He talked about Steve finding him, and Wakanda, and even life before World War II. You know he spoke about his time in HYDRA with his therapists. Surely had to recount his memories with Shuri. But he never went into detail about what they did to him with you.

So, in your head you compartmentalized Bucky’s time as the winter soldier as not him. Irrelevant and unconnected to who you saw him as. Of course that was ideal thinking. Those things- no matter how awful and terrible- happened to him. Just as much as anything else. And you would never hold him responsible for them, but you couldn’t continue on pretending they never happened.

It was selfish. But you were scared. Not of him or what he did or what he was capable of. No.

When you thought about what it meant for him to want to share this with you, that’s what scared you. It’s not that you had ever expected it to be some sort of fling or friends with benefits, but when you met Bucky you didn’t know it was possible to feel the way you felt now.

You pick up the phone and call the only person who you know can help you sort your thoughts.

“Wanda,” You sigh when she answers on the first ring. You hadn’t spoken with her since the incident, as you had started to refer to it.

Barely giving her a chance to respond you launch into the full story, telling her everything, even though you were sure she had already heard most of it herself. Sam liked to gossip.

“He wants me to read all of this-”

“His file, I know.” Wanda says, “Have you read it?”

“…How?” You had gotten home barely 30 minutes ago.

“Because lover-boy and I finished breakfast about 10 minutes ago.” Right. Wanda lived at the tower and so did Peter. The thought of the three of them co-existing makes you laugh. Bucky was open with you but he wasn’t exactly a chatter box with everyone else.

“He told you?” You’re so confused.

“I read minds, Y/n.” She says flatly.

Right. Of course. You knew that. “Thought you stayed out of our heads.”

“I’m sorry,” She at least sounds a little chagrined. “But they were really loud.”

“What was he thinking about?” You mumble through the phone.

“How pretty you are.” She laughs.

“Wanda, come on! If you’re gonna invade his privacy at least share with me!” You’re laughing too, knowing she’ll never tell. It wasn’t your business.

“Why are you freaking out? He’s trying to be more open with you.” Wanda sounds skeptical.

“Because this is huge. It feels like there’s no going back from this.” You busy yourself by pacing the kitchen.

“That’s why he gave it to you.” Wanda says hesitantly, “Y/n, if you’re not 100% sure about this you need to tell Bucky right now. He’s all in.”

“Wanda I’m in love with him,” You laugh breathily, incredulously, “I’ve been in love with him. I’m scared.”

Wanda pauses. “Of Bucky?”

“Of… my feelings.” You’re over-simplifying it, but you know she’ll understand. You’d told her about your parents and their tumultuous relationship, the way it affected you. “Everything that comes with it.” You gesture vaguely even though she can’t see it.

“Bucky’s not going anywhere,” Wanda says like she knows it’s true. Maybe she did. “He’s not like-”

You snort. “I don’t really want to talk about my daddy issues right now.”

You can practically hear Wanda roll her eyes, “Whatever. All I know is that I’ve been inside both of your heads and I’ve never seen anything like what you two have. Like magnets.” She pauses, “Read the file. Figure it out.” The line goes dead.

With a groan you grab the box and lock yourself in your bedroom, ready for a long day.

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Bucky hasn’t heard from you since yesterday morning. Realistically, he knew you were just doing what he asked and it was a lot to take in. But still. Now it was Sunday night and he barely slept last night because of his nightmares and he just wanted you.

He had been thinking all day that maybe it was a bad idea.  Maybe it was too much too soon.

Sometime in the afternoon, from his office on the floor below, Steve heard Bucky’s incessant pacing and went to check on him.

“What if she leaves?” Bucky whispered.

“She won’t.” Steve said, he was sure of it. Bucky throws him an exasperated look.

“What if she’s scared of me after she reads it?”

“Buck, you already tried to strangle her.” If looks could kill Steve would have been on the ground, “What? It’s true. If she was scared she would have been long gone by now.”

It was mostly the truth, but even Steve hadn’t read the file in its entirety. Bucky’s absentmindedly looking out the window when his new phone pings. He had been embarrassed to tell Tony he smashed his old one, but the other man simply nodded and there was one sitting on his bed last night.

Y/n: Come over.

Bucky doesn’t hesitate.

Bucky Barnes: On my way.

Your hands shake as they close the lid tight on Bucky’s file, the words flashing through your brain. His SHEILD file had been easy enough to read, there wasn’t much information and most of it pertained to Steve and WWII and his fall from the train.

It took you more than a day to read his HYDRA file. It was everything, from how they found him, made him the Winter Soldier.

The asset is not responding to traditional torture methods… asset’s enhanced abilities make him a threat to officers, must be restrained at all times… Electric shock has been used as a method of compliance… the asset does not recognize photos of close family…

You feel dizzy and nauseous. You would no longer have to imagine the horrors he went though, they would always be in your head now.

The asset tried to physically remove HYDRA prosthetic from his body. Needed urgent medical attention… Asset showed resistance to eliminating target, suggested use of psychoactive ingredients in next round of shock therapy…

Seven decades of torture laid out in front of you. The man you loved, a prisoner of war for so, so long. Pages and pages and you couldn’t stop reading. The worst were those first few years, what they had to do to turn him into an unrecognizable monster.  

Asset is non-compliant with HYDRA missions, will require extra time and voltage in the shock chair…

Water is withheld from asset for 48 hours before next enhanced interrogation. When weak, his mind is more susceptible to influence…

You had felt faint when you read …asset attempted suicide by asphyxiation… six months after his capture.

Finally… we are certain that asset’s loyalties are with HYDRA.

After that there were a lot of detailed mission reports from Bucky himself. Mechanical. Non-feeling. They made him commit gruesome, horrific crimes like it was nothing. Innocent or guilty, he killed the people they told him to and reported back.

That’s all it is until Steve found him. Then there was no more HYDRA.

You’re too lost in your thoughts to hear him knock. When you don’t answer he opens the unlocked door and approaches where you’re sitting on the couch and rests a hand on your shoulder. You know it’s him immediately and rest one of your hands on top of his.

You sit like that for a moment.

“I’m really scared you’re gonna tell me that you realized I’m no good for you.” Bucky breaks the silence first.

You stand and turn to face him. He can tell you’ve been crying but he doesn’t say anything about it. One of your hands finds his shoulder and the other reaches up to trace your fingers across his jaw, his cheekbones, tucking some hair behind his ears. Your lips ghost over his before you pull him to you, arms wrapping around his neck.

“Bucky,” You breathe in his ear. Chills run down his spine. “I’m so sorry… for what they did to you.” He buries his face in your neck and shakes his head.

“The things I did…” He trails off.

“That wasn’t you.” You say surely, calmly. Certain.

“Don’t say that.” He untangles himself from your arms. “The things I did were very much me. You read the reports I wrote myself.” He’s not yelling, not angry. Just studying you intently, gauging your reaction.

“You didn’t even know your name,” You whisper. Bucky opens his mouth to protest, but you cut him off, “Listen to me, Bucky. It wasn’t you that did those things and I know you might never be able to believe that but I do and I need you to know and understand that. I don’t care what anyone else thinks or says.”

He nods. You can’t read his face.

“And I’m sorry about the pain they caused you.” Your voice breaks. “And…I love you.” You didn’t even know what you were saying until it came out of your mouth. But it was true.

Bucky’s eyes snap up to meet yours. Hesitantly, with no malice in his voice, he says, “I don’t want you to say that because you feel sorry for me.” He didn’t deserve your love.

You give him a little smile and reach for his hand, fingers tracing up his arm, “No.” You say, “I love you because you bring me coffee on Tuesday mornings because you know I have a morning conference call. I love that you trusted me with all of this”- you gesture to his file- “And because you know what I’m about to say before I say it. The way you touch me.” Your eyes darken for a moment.

“I was in love with you before you ever kissed me.” You laugh, “You make me feel safe and you challenge me every day and I hate this speech so much but I’m in love with you.”

Bucky’s grinning, shaking his head, “All you’ve done is make my life difficult,” He says lightly. You’re both laughing, his hand finds your hip, “You’re all I think about. You’re all I worry about- I’ve never thought of all the ways I could lose someone before I met you. Your stupid face has me smiling all the time. No one’s scared of me anymore.” He throws his hands up with a dramatic eye roll.

“I’m better at this than you.” You cross your arms over your chest.

Bucky’s hand finds your cheek and he’s serious again, “I love you. You saved me.” His blue eyes search yours before he kisses you, full of passion, hand tangled in your hair. Your hands slide under his shirt leaving goosebumps in their wake. He pulls back, hand cupping your face, “And, oh my god, you’re so pretty.”

You laugh breathily, “So are you.”

“I’m pretty?” You both have goofy grins on your faces.

“Really pretty.”

Your hands slide farther up Bucky’s abdomen, towards his chest, pulling his shirt with them.

“What are you…?” Bucky trails off, with a long exhale, eyes fluttering closed as you trace over his abs and chest with your fingers. Before he realized what you were doing, you were pulling his shirt over his head.

His eyes open as you grab his hand and pull him down to the couch and straddle his waist. The act seems sexual, but the soft look in your eyes has him knitting his eyebrows in confusion. The moment turns serious again. You turn your attention to his left shoulder.

“I love this.” You say, fingers at the crook of his Vibranium arm, tracing up his bicep.

Bucky’s cheeks are red, and he can’t look you in the eye. You press your lips to the cold metal and he squirms away from you, uncomfortable.

“Y/n…”

You kiss his jaw, “What? It’s you.” Your fingers slide up his arm, to the spot where flesh meets metal. Shuri did such a good job with it, the transition is seamless.

You run your fingers over scars that you had previously thought were from HYDRA- five large, deep, long-healed scars where his shoulder meets his prosthetic. Now you know they were self-inflicted. You line each scar up with one of your fingers, tracing them towards his chest.

“You did this.” You say. It’s not a question or an accusation.

“I remember it hurting all the time. Wanting it off. Trying to take it off myself. I still hate it. I don’t get why… you…” Here he was, laying out all of his insecurities and broken pieces for you.

He didn’t get why you were here, in front of him, looking at him like that. He never would. But he would never question the god that put you here again.

He still won’t look at you, instead focusing on tugging gently at the ends of your hair, pulling the waves straight and watching them bounce back into place. Distracting himself.

“Bucky, look at me.” His eyes meet yours. They follow you as you slide off his lap and tuck yourself into his side. “I don’t love you despite all of this. Does that make sense?” He shrugs. You sigh, “It’s not like I read this stuff and thought ‘oh this sucks I maybe I can still love him’ I loved you and I read it and I still love you.”

You’re rambling, but you can’t stop, “You. I could care less about the arm. Keep it, or get rid of it, or replace with a bunch of knives like Edward Scissorhands.” You knew he would get the reference, you made him watch it on Halloween. He smiles a little. “But you would still be you.”

You gesture to the box on the ground, “All of that stuff, made you who you are today. Here with me. How could it ever make me leave you?”

“You should,” He says softly, looking up at you through thick lashes, “leave me.” He clarifies, even though you both know that’s not an option any more.

“You’re stuck with me, Barnes,” You lean up to suck his earlobe between your teeth, “You’re mine.”

Your words make him pull back, fists clenching, “I’m theirs, Y/n. They made very sure of that.” He stands, pushing you off him a little, “You should know… better than anyone.” His eyes drop to the purple bruises still littering your neck. He bends to pick up his shirt and cover himself, but you stand and stop him.

“They don’t get to have you,” You spit. Bucky knows you’re not frustrated with him, but with them. With HYDRA.

And then you’re kissing him, desperately, running your hands through his hair, pressing your body against his. His hands push your sweater down your arms.

“You’re…” He starts, but your lips are on his again, lighting every nerve in his body on fire.

“Yours.” You finish, warm breath hitting his ear, “I’m yours.”

Bucky nods desperately, dragging his lips down your jaw. His hand slides down your waist, hip, squeezing your ass. You gasp, trying to press yourself closer. He slides both hands down to your thighs, hoisting you up. You wrap your legs around his hips and grind down against him.

You feel your back hit the wall behind you. Your shirt rides up your sides, rough hands against your skin. His lips are latched to your collarbone, worshipping the skin there. Your head falls back against the wall with a soft thud.

Bucky looks at you: head thrown back in pleasure, lips parted in the soft light.

His knees almost give out.

“Bedroom,” You whisper in his ear. He doesn’t have a choice but to comply, latching his lips back to yours he blindly makes his way through your apartment, depositing you on your bed.

Bucky pushes you down on the mattress, body shaping to yours. Your hips strain forward, legs instinctively opening like a cradle. You feel him, hard against your clothed center.

“Oh god,” You moan, unable to stop your hips from jerking against his. He groans too, grinding against you. “Bucky.”

His teeth catch on the flesh under your jaw and he growls a deep, throaty sound of approval, “Keep saying my name like that.” He pants.

Bucky presses his hips to yours harder and sucks your earlobe between his teeth, skimming it with his tongue. His name falls from your mouth mindlessly, without a doubt his intention, “Bucky,”

With a pleased hum, he pulls away, sits back on his haunches to press his hand between your thighs. His fingers deftly work the button on your jeans, pulling them down your legs. His pants and your shirt are next. Having forgone a bra, you’re in front of him in just your panties, which he peels down your legs slowly.

“Fuck,” he says a little harshly, reverently. His cheeks are flushed. He licks his lips, eyes glazed, and his right hand skims down one of your thighs, sweeping over the gully between her hip bones. “You’re so gorgeous.”

You can’t help but blush under his intense scrutiny. You notice his eyes lingering on your neck, and slowly, he hunches back over and kisses you. Your lips part and welcome his tongue. Your hands reach down and unbutton his jeans, shoving them down his legs with his briefs. His cock bounces free against your abdomen.

His lips part from yours to trace down your jaw, then slowly, your neck. So gently, he ghosts his lips over the still-sore bruises. You sigh, eyes fluttering closed at the contact. “I’m so sorry,” He says into your skin, “I love you.” His flesh hand lifts to trace the bruises.

His hands shake.  

“Bucky?” You ask, voice laced with concern.

He wants to laugh, because he doesn’t know why he’s feeling like this. Just feels overwhelmed. This feels different. You grab his hand, press it to the skin above your heart. Your heart raced underneath his palm, pounding hard. “It’s okay.”  He searches your eyes, your mouth twitches with a smile, “Me too.”

The fast, rhythmic beating of your heart soothes him. He leans down again to kiss you, trying to put all of the love he’s feeling into it, “Make me yours.” He begs,

You sit up quickly, pushing him down on his back. You can’t help but run your hand over his cock experimentally. He inhales sharply, hips thrusting upward at the contact.

Habitually, Bucky reaches to your bedside table for a condom. Normally, he liked to take his time and make you come under his hands, his mouth before sliding into you, but tonight was different. He needed you now.

He’s pulled from his thoughts by your hand on top of his.

“I don’t….want…” You gesture to the condom in his hands, “Just you.”

Bucky nods, swallowing thickly.

“I’m clean,” You rush to say, “And I’m on birth control. And it’s only been you since-”

Bucky’s sitting up, chest against yours, kissing you sloppily, all tongue and teeth, hands knotted in yours hair. After a moment he falls back to the pillows, pulling you with him. Your hair curtains around both of your heads, shielding you from the outside world. Bucky kisses you again, soft, slow.

You shimmy up his body a little and reach between your legs to guide him inside you. The head of his cock parts your folds and you sink down on to him, undulating your hips a little so you can accommodate his length.  You both groan at the sensation of being joined together without any barriers.

“Oh,” You sigh.

You drop your head to his neck, adjusting to his size. Bucky’s lips find the sensitive skin under your ear, worrying the skin there. Eventually you sit up, staring down at him with a shy smile.

Bracing your hands against his chest, you start to move slowly on top of him, rocking your hips forward. Bucky inhales through his teeth, his eyes darting between your face and the juncture of your bodies. Using your shins for leverage, you ride him. His fingers tighten on your thighs, and he groans gravelly, thrusting up into you. “My god, Y/n. You feel… so... fuck.”

“Mmm,” you hum in agreement, clenching around him. You smile when he moans louder.

“Oh, fuck.” He swears again harshly, and props himself up on an elbow, he slides a hand up your thigh and abdomen so he can cup your breast. He squeezes it firmly and you sigh and close your eyes. Teasing your nipple with one hand he sits up and pulls the other into his mouth. You thrust down on him harder, pussy fluttering around his cock from the pleasure.

“Bucky,” You gasp when his pelvic bone rubs against your clit. Your thigs are starting to burn with the strain of holding yourself up, but your clit is throbbing, arousal leaking out of you to ease the friction of his cock inside of you.  

“Baby,” Bucky murmurs against your nest, nuzzling kisses up to your neck. “Let me.”

You’re confused as to what he means before he rolls you over on to your back. His cock slips out of you momentarily until he positions himself above you and then he’s pushing into you again, eliciting a moan.

He takes a leisurely pace until you adjust, and then he’s bracing himself on his forearms, careful not to pull on your hair. Then he begins thrusting more forcefully, one hand snaking down to light over your clit.

“Oh my god,” You whimper after a particularly hard thrust.

“You’re so tight. You feel so good,” Bucky presses his forehead against your cheek, breath hot and heavy on your neck.

“Y/n,” Bucky grits, you can tell he’s close, “Are you gonna come?” He forces out.

You moan softly, fingers carding through his damp hair. “Keep touching me like that.” You beg, jerking against him when you feel his fingers press harder against your clit.

“Fuck,” Your fingernails scratch down his back, causing Bucky to moan against you.

It doesn’t take long, with the manipulation of his clit enhanced by the sensation of his cock filling you, stretching your falls, and you come with an alarming suddenness only seconds later with an unrestrained cry.

Your walls pulse around his cock, and his grunts become raspier and more erratic- thrusts slamming into your hips, threatening to split you open. Your thighs fall open as far as they can, and you barely register when he comes inside you a moment later.

“Oh my god, Bucky,” You sound absolutely wrecked underneath him.

You look up at him. His body is pressed against yours, but he’s careful not to put his full weight on you. His eyes open slowly as he pulls out of you, rolling on his back before he pulls you to his chest.

“I love you so much,” He whispers, fingers tracing patterns on your cooling skin.

You pause, prop yourself up on his chest, “I love you too,” You say. You don’t look at him. Your voice sounds a million miles away.

“Hey,” Bucky says softly, tapping on your cheek, “Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” You try to sound confident, but you still won’t look at him.

“Did I hurt you?”

“What? God no. That was incredible,” You finally tilt your face up towards him. “Um, I’ve never said that to anyone before.”

Bucky sits up a little so he can get a better look at you. He smiles softly.

“It’s hard for me… my parents, they had a really… difficult relationship. It fucked me up,” You laugh a little, but you can’t find any other words. He knew you never really mentioned your mom and dad, but now he was realizing why.

“Oh.” Bucky says, “Oh.” He had been so caught up in what he was feeling, he didn’t stop to think that you might be feeling overwhelmed.

“He left her,” You cast your eyes downward, “And me.”

His heart sinks. “Those things I said about leaving… I didn’t mean it. I’m not going anywhere.”

“I know! I’m not accusing you of anything.” You rush to say, “I know I just… wanted you to know.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asks hesitantly. You’ve never opened up about your childhood to him, really never talked about anything before college. He suddenly feels like he’s been neglecting you because he’s never made you open up, like you had done to him.

It’s like you always knew what he needed and he was a step behind you.

“Not really,” You press a kiss to his chest. You feel his hesitation. “I will. Soon. We have time.” You smile softly before whispering, “I love you so much.”

There’s a lot more to say and you both know it. But there would be time. You had so much time.

Your legs tangle together, head fits under his shoulder. You fall asleep like that, tangled up together, not thinking about ever being separate again.

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[kootenaygoon]

So,

It took me five minutes to reach the bottom of Niles’ driveway.

There were no addresses along this particular stretch of the Slocan Valley, so I’d been following a set of directions he sent via Facebook that included line items like “turn right after you pass the green barn” and “take the left fork after the fallen tree”. The light was beginning to dwindle on this breezy Friday afternoon, and I found myself navigating sharp switch-backs and rattling down intense inclines, trusting my RAV to keep us from sliding into the woods.

When I finally broke out into the sunlight I was presented with a gorgeous tableau: a small farmhouse with a wrap-around deck silhouetted against the harsh glint of the river, with lush green fields stretching in either direction. A trio of small children were playing with a dog in the front yard, and when they spotted my RAV they ran alongside it screaming. They crowded at my driver’s door when I climbed out, excitedly introducing themselves. Behind them the dog leaped and barked, trying to get in on the action.

“Okay, niños! Vamanos! Our friend Will doesn’t need to hear all your screaming,” Niles said, appearing at the front door.

“Why don’t you take Brutus for a run? You’re making my ears hurt.”

Niles smiled apologetically as the kids took off. He was wearing a floral shirt unbuttoned to the navel, tucked into a pair of white jeans, and his heavy silver necklaces bounced against his sunburnt chest. He blew a long hank of blond hair out of his face and beckoned for me to follow him inside, padding up the main staircase in his bare feet. I gazed around, checking out the framed family photos, and kicked off my Blundstones. I’d run into Niles a few times since meeting him at the party, but had no idea he had such a big family. There were at least four kids in the photos, and a blond woman who looked like she taught Jazzercise. 

“Funny, Brutus seems to be everywhere,” I said. “Must be a popular dog.”

“He belongs to my son.”

“Who, Snapper? He’s your son?”

He smiled, then shrugged. “We don’t get to choose our own blood in this life, unfortunately. Can I get you a beer?”

“I never would’ve guessed,” I said, as he handed it over. “You guys don’t look alike at all, not even one bit.”

“I’ve heard that before.”

He gave me a quick tour of the house, which had an incense-heavy fug. There were wood carvings in nearly every room, sculptures of various animals, and each wall was crowded with art. One piece in particular stood out to me, a landscape painting with a rock jutting over a highway. I recognized it from somewhere, and stopped for a moment to try and figure it out. I’d seen this exact scene somewhere, but where?

“Ah, that’s a John Cooper,” he said. “He’s from around here, actually, taught for decades. He’s known as the Toad Rock painter, and that’s Toad Rock. Apparently there’s hundreds of them, but this one’s mine.”

“This is on the way to Kaslo, right?”

“Exactly.”

“I love the colours. I should write a story about this guy.”

“Yes, you should.”

Eventually we made it down to his dock, where a pair of bright red Adirondack chairs were waiting for us. The river was slow-moving here, slipping by with a soft burble as the evening quieted. There were no other human habitations in sight, though we could hear the occasional thrum of a car rocketing past in the distance, and the trees slow-danced in the wind. The sky was just fading from a soft peach colour into a deeper orange. I’d been in the Kootenays for nine months but the surroundings still routinely overwhelmed me. I took a slug of my beer.

“In the summertime this river becomes an absolute magnet for the party crowd. They float down in inner tubes, or little blow-up boats. It’s quite a spectacle,” Niles said. 

“I used to stand on the porch with my rifle, pretending to pick them off one by one. But my wife made me stop, said I’d end up getting arrested. No sense of humour, that woman.”

After a few minutes, Niles asked me about the Star. Unlike many of the people in the Kootenays, who only seemed to read our headlines before spewing their uninformed opinion online, he legitimately engaged with journalism and had an appreciation for the written word. I’d previously learned that he was a writer, and had even published a collection of short fiction in the 1980s. But he’d given up those dreams long ago to focus on growing weed and raising a family, a decision he seemed to regret. Repeatedly he’d asked me whether I would work with him on various manuscripts he’d half-completed, and I’d agreed to take him on as a student through my writing mentorship service.

“The big thing is this Ryan Tapp story. It’s actually been keeping me up. I couldn’t sleep properly all this week,” I told him.

“I keep thinking ‘what if it was me?’ This guy’s my age, friends with my friends. Now that the cops have ruled it a suicide it’s like nobody’s allowed to ask questions anymore, and I have all these fucking questions.”

Niles nodded. “I asked around a bit.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, I don’t know either. From the sounds of it he wasn’t beefing with anyone obvious, at least not local. The guy had a lot of business connections, a lot of irons in the fire, but I’m not getting the sense he was in bed with anybody shady. If I were a betting man, I’d say it was the jealous girlfriend wanting to teach him a lesson.”

“What makes you say that?”

He smiled. “A few friends of mine went to his funeral at the Royal, right? Well, it turns out multiple women showed up believing themselves to be the sole significant other of Mr. Tapp.”

“Holy shit.”

“From what I heard, one of them went up to the front and began reading this very tearful love letter, and meanwhile the other women were in the audience absolutely losing their shit. Cat fight!”

“It just seems so weird, a woman killing someone like that.”

“Women in the Kootenays are fucked, believe me. If you’re saying a woman isn’t capable of violence like that, then I have a bridge to sell you. There’s a saying in these parts you have to live by: ‘don’t stick your dick in crazy’.”

By this point I’d witnessed firsthand not only the quirky and strange people who populated Nelson’s streets, but the legitimately unhinged ones too. Paisley had made friends with one woman in particular, a business owner and mother, who turned out to be hopelessly addicted to a menu of pharmaceuticals that was truly impressive. Down the street was a woman suffering from some sort of delusions, and one morning we spotted her doing yard work in her underwear. The bumper sticker said “Keep Nelson Weird”, as if it’s stockpile of weirdness was diminishing, but I knew the opposite to be true.

“Makes me glad I’ve already got a partner,” I said. “I don’t need to deal with any of that bullshit.”

“Oh yeah, where is she?”

“Visiting her parents in Nova Scotia for a week.”

“I bought one of her desserts at the Co-op the other day. It was fantastic. You’ll pass along my praise?”

As we were speaking, a quartet of women appeared from the trees and came tromping through the grass in our direction. They all wore overalls, white face masks pushed up to their foreheads, with dark green rubber gloves that climbed halfway up their arms. All of them were somewhere in their 20s, and pretty, though they looked haggard and dirty. They were giggling and chatting, obviously relieved to be finished a long shift. When they got close enough I recognized Blayne, who I hadn’t seen since her incident in the middle of winter. I half-stood, giving her an awkward wave, as Niles jumped to his feet and began to bark orders. He quickly got them sorted and they loped off to the main house before I could say anything. I was thrown off for a moment, flustered, but then Niles threw himself down in his chair.

“Remind me,” he said. “What were we talking about?”

The Kootenay Goon

[reid-fiction]

Do You Still Believe In Love?

In which Spencer takes a big step

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The ebb and flow of the tide was the only thing keeping you focused right now. Had it not been so cold, you would have been tempted to shed your clothes and wade in, just to clear your head. Instead, you had to settle for sitting yourself down on the edge of the river bank and listening to the soft splash of the water every time it hit the barrier.

You had never been to Alaska before, but it was proving to be far more beautiful than you could have ever imagined. On a day such as this, you were happy for the beauty of the scenery. The case had been anything but pleasant, and there were images etched into your mind that weren’t going to dissipate any time soon. Typically, you were able to compartmentalize the things you saw on the job and not let them bother you once you were on the plane home, but something about this one had gotten to you. So much so that you had needed to sneak away by yourself in the early hours of the morning before the rest of the team was awake and getting ready to leave. 

That was how Spencer found you; arms wrapped around your legs with your chin resting on your knees as you stared out into the water. He frowned as he got closer, seeing that you were only wearing a light jacket. It was still early in the morning and although Alaska wasn’t nearly as cold as someone might expect, the air was chilly and the added breeze coming off the water likely wasn’t helping.

“Hey,” he said, walking over to you and taking a seat beside you. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you. I woke up and you weren’t in bed.”

It was true. You had woken up and snuck out of your shared bed with Spencer before he had a chance to notice. The lodge you were staying in was almost deathly quiet when you had gone downstairs - a fitting feeling considering what you had been through the last few days.

“Sorry,” you mumbled. “I just wanted to get a little air before we left.”

Your reasoning, thought innocent enough, didn’t seem to settle well with Spencer. He knew you well enough by now to know when something was bothering you, and also when you were attempting to downplay something.

“It’s kind of cold down here,” he stated, casually slinging his arm around your shoulder and shuffling in a bit closer. “Aren’t you chilly in just that jacket?”

“I’m fine,” you responded, halfheartedly. 

That was when Spencer knew that something must really be up. Normally, you were a sucker for any sort of snuggling from him, but his arm around your shoulder seemed to have no effect on you. You were still sitting with your arms wrapped around yourself and didn’t even so much as lean into his touch.

“What’s wrong?” he finally sighed, trying to catch your gaze. “You’re not normally like this.”

Instead of directly answering his question, you tilted your head back and gazed up at the sky.

“I never realized how beautiful it is up here. You don’t see clear skies like this back in Virginia.”

“Mmm,” Spencer nodded. “It’s also one of the best places to see the Northern Lights if you’re here at the right time of year.”

“It’s like...it feels like nothing bad should happen in a place where the sky is this clear, you know?”

You felt Spencer’s hand squeeze your shoulder a bit, and you knew that his eyes were fixed on you but you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him.

After a decent string of silence, you finally let out a bit of a shuddered breath.

“Sometimes, I worry that this job is going to ruin everything,” you said, quietly.

“What do you mean?”

“The stuff we see,” you continued, “it’s so hard sometimes for me to just go home and pretend like I haven’t just seen the worst of humanity. Even looking at this water right now, there’s a part of my brain that keeps thinking that someone’s probably going to come along and pollute it because that’s what people do.”

You could feel tears stinging at your eyes, but managed to hold them back.

“I don’t want to get to the point where I can’t even enjoy a sunrise because I’ve become too jaded, Spence. How can I ever truthfully tell people that there’s good in the world when I spend 75 percent of my time dealing with terrible people who do terrible things? How can I honestly say, ‘look how beautiful this sky is’ when I also feel obligated to tell them not to walk in the woods alone at night because someone might be waiting for them with a machete? The longer I do this job, the harder it’s getting for me to remember and believe in the good stuff, and that scares the hell out of me. ”

Spencer was silent for a moment as he considered his answer. He understood completely what you were talking about - everyone who worked in the BAU had gone through moments like this - but he was unsure how to properly help you through it both as your co-worker and as your boyfriend. Finally, he nudged your shoulder and pointed up to the sky again.

“That sky up there...you said that you can’t see it when we’re back in Virginia, but that doesn’t mean it’s not there. Pollution from big cities has a tendency to block out how beautiful the natural sky is, but the sky itself never actually changes. Even if the earth turns and the stars are in different positions, the basic makeup of the universe is always the same.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and lifted your head to look at him. Spencer kept his gaze on you and reached up to tuck some hair behind your ear.

“The people in the world who are good, they’re the majority and they never change. Sometimes...the pollution just gets in the way. That’s why you have to go somewhere like this every so often, just so you can still see the sky for what it really is. If someone back home who had never been in a place like this tried to tell you that the sky only ever looked the way it does in the city, would you believe them?”

You shook your head no.

“Why not?” Spencer pressed, trying to get you to go along with his analogy.

“Because I’ve seen it without all the pollution.”

“So, you still know that the true beauty of the sky exists, even though you can’t see it all the time?”

His reasoning finally clicked in your head and you couldn’t help but smile at bit as you nodded.

“Then that’s the way you have to look at people, too. Just because this job deals with all the pollution in the world, doesn’t mean that’s all there is. You just have to make sure you take time to see it again.”

You didn’t even bother trying to stop the tears from rolling down your cheeks anymore. Spencer caught one with his thumb and swiped it away, as you looked at him in almost a sense of awe. Your boyfriend could sometimes be a human encyclopedia and rattle off facts that you didn’t understand, but sometimes he also said things so profound and incredible that it rendered you speechless.

“What about love?” he whispered, leaning in a bit closer until his forehead was nearly resting on yours.

“What about it?”

“Do you still believe in love?”

“Mmm.”

“Good,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Why?” you asked.

Spencer took a pause, pursing his lips a bit and studying your face.

“Because I love you,” he finally replied. “And I’d hate for you not to believe me.”

You nearly lost your breath when you registered what he had just said. Neither of you had gone for the big “I love you” yet. You had been together for a while, but had taken things slow from the beginning, and you knew Spencer had never told anyone that he loved them before - neither had you - so there was no great rush. 

A fresh wave of tears threatened you now, but not for any reason other than pure happiness.

“You do?” you croaked, wanting to make sure you had heard him right and weren’t imagining things.

“I do,” he nodded, confidently. “Very much.”

You reached over to caress his cheek and leaned in to peck him on the lips, ever so softly.

“I love you too.”

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I Miss You Part 7 (Haz Osterfield)

Hi everyone :) Thank you for all the support on my other fics! I think I am gonna try and make the next part the end of the series because I don't want it to be dragged out eeeek. I promise I will make it a good ending! :) - L

- pairing ; haz x reader (I finally changed it! Also sorry if it floods up the Haz tags with Tom stuff)

- warnings ; swearing! fluff! kinda smut (BUT ITS KINDA NOT COS I CANT FOR THE LIFE OF ME WRITE SMUT), angst (maybe if you squint)

- song ; Happiness by Rex Orange County (listen here)

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“(y/n) I-“ Tom muttered

“So thats it, you’ve been cheating with her this whole time” I interrupted. I shoved my hand in the direction of Z, she looked shocked and offended but at that point I didn’t care. I scrunched my face trying to stop tears from falling, 

“Yes” Tom stuttered softly, he glared at the floor.

“Look at me!” I screamed, my eyes had scrunched too much spilling hot tears. 

“(y/n) I think that’s enough” Haz said grabbing my hand. His warm fingers soothed my seething anger. He rubbed his thumb up and down the top of my hand and then led me away. Our skin touching made my heart skip a beat. We stepped over the glass and he led me out the front door. I still had burning anger at the pit of my stomach so I turned around. Haz jolted back as I came to a stop. 

“you’re a real arsehole you know that, for being mad at me for cheating. When you’re the one screwing around” I spat. Jacob gasped and tried really hard not to laugh. Nicola sort of nodded approvingly at me. I tried to catch a glimpse of everyone as Haz pulled me away. 

“That was badass” He admitted chuckling to himself 

“Thank you Harrison” I laughed, we walked down the street. I didn’t even have any shoes on because I left them on the floor in the living room and I didn’t even have a coat. I rubbed my goosebump covered arms. 

“shit, we left our coats didn’t we?” Haz chuckled

“I’m so freezing oh my god” I said pressing my body against Harrison’s. My teeth violently chattered so he wrapped his arm around me as we walked down the pavement. He grip tightened every so often as I melted into his body. We reached the end of the street and on the corner there was a coffee shop. It had a neon sign in the shape of a coffee cup, its warm orange light reflected on the small droplets of water on the pavement. 

“I’m so cold can we go in there” I pointed

“I agree, I need a cappuccino ASAP” Haz shivered. We stole away into the coffee shop and approached the counter. 

“chocolate latte please” I muttered to the barista, my teeth still chattering. The coffee shop was painted orange and warm indie music was playing out of speakers. 

“cinnamon cappuccino” Haz smiled, I didn't have any money but Haz insisted he still owed me for the Chinese meal. 

We took our scorching drinks and grabbed a sofa. I slumped down into the leather and sipped my drink.

“I am again so sorry about Bella” Haz repeated

“Haz, don’t worry” I slurped

“I know it is a sensitive subject”

“Yeah” I sighed “I haven’t really talked about the whole uni and job thing to you have I?”

“No” Haz replied “But, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to” He said softly placing a hand on my arm.

“No it’s fine” I replied “Well, when I met Tom I had just come out of school. I failed all my exams because I was going through a really rough time. My friends all went off to Uni and I didn’t” I could feel myself choking up but I tried to hold myself together by taking another sip of my latte. The warm liquid burned me back to reality, I gazed over at Haz. His hand was still placed supportively on my arm. He could obviously see I was upset so he rubbed his thumb across my arm, pinching the material of my dress at every stroke. He looked so invested in me and what I had to say, it sort of mended my old unstitched wounds. 

I carried on “So, I lived with my parents for a while until I met Tom, he promised to support me financially until I got a proper job. I haven’t applied for anything since…”

“What did you want to do?” Haz asked softly 

“I wanted to direct films” I admitted “But, I didn't have the grades for film school”

“Don’t worry (y/n)” Haz breathed “Is that what you really want to do?” He pressingly asked

“Yes, I have since I was super young. Why?” I replied. Haz smiled and then pulled out his phone.

“What are you doing?” I asked worriedly. I tried to peek at his phone screen but he hid it from me. I protested and tried to grab his phone but he stood up and carried on typing. After a few minutes he sat back down and grinned at me. 

“You are starting at the London Film School in January” He smiled at me. He looked so chuffed with himself. My heart dropped suddenly. 

“What?” 

“My uncle works there, I put in a special recommendation” He smirked nudging my arm with his elbow. 

“That doesn’t mean I have actually got in though” I laughed modestly 

“Well, you need to submit some of your work”

“like a short film?”

“Yeah” Haz said brining his drink to his lips and sipping on it lightly 

“I haven’t got any updated work” I huffed

“Well, why don’t we do a short film together?” Haz suggested

“What? Like you act and I direct?”

“Yes! It’s an amazing idea!” He said excitedly setting down his cup and standing up. “I’ll be the knight, defending the princess from the dragon” He acted it out by flexing his muscles and pretending to be sword fight the air. I laughed and clapped jokily. “Or, a lost man who results to drinking to numb his pain” Haz wobbled around and pretended to chug an invisible bottle.

“Or! A young actor trying to find a job” I cried 

“Yes, and on his journey he meets a young girl who likes film making” 

“Yes, and then they fall madly in love with each other” I said standing up. “It’s set in a country town, by the sea!” Ideas were flowing from my brain and out of my lips. Haz glared at me in awe.

“You really are extraordinary (y/n)” He smirked, He edged closer to me and wrapped his arm around my waist. My face edged closer to his. His grip slowly tightened around me as his arm snaked around my waist more and more. 

“We are closing!” The barista shouted. We both broke from our loving gaze and quickly chugged the rest of our drinks. 

Haz made me feel so comfortable and free. I was so distracted and hadn’t thought of Tom and what he had done since we left the Holland's house. Haz and I thanked the barista and ran back out into the cold with our fingers intertwined together. 

“Stay at my apartment?” Haz suggested as we stumbled happily down the street.

“Well, I was kind of thinking of that already. I don’t want to see Tom for a while” I admitted tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. 

“Yeah, no worries!” Haz said softly “I have a pull out couch”. 

In my heart I knew it was a bit bad of me to be craving to sleep in Haz’s bed but secretly I knew he was joking about the couch. We walked up to his apartment building and he slid his key into the lock and turned it. We tiptoed up the soft carpeted steps and reached his door. 

5

He slid his other key into the lock and I noticed a huge scar on his hand as he twisted it around. 

“What happened to your hand?” I asked

“Oh nothing”

“Show me” I protested, trying to grab his hand. I tugged the keys out of his grip and look at his hand. I uncurled his strong fingers and analysed the huge scar across the inside of his hand. 

“what happened?” I gasped

“Nothing” Haz protested drawing his hand away.

“Why don’t you want to tell me?”

“Because you were there” Haz muttered pressing his head against the door. He looked embarrassed and then I remember the loud noise the night I left his apartment.

“Th- the noise I heard” I stuttered “what did you do” I said worryingly gazing up into his blue eyes

“I smashed a vase on the ground, out of anger” He admitted “It slit my hand when I was picking up the pieces”

“I am sorry” I said grabbing his hand. He looked at me and smiled slightly.

“It’s not your fault, I was an idiot” he huffed 

“An idiot for what” I said taking his hand a kissing his scar lightly

“For ever letting you go” He said. He looked at me passionately and I returned his gaze. He flung the door open and pulled me inside. He grabbed me and I wrapped my arms around him. He picked me up swinging my legs around his hips and sitting me on his counter. Impulse took over and my dress was already off and so was his shirt. Our bodies pressed up against each other, I pushed him down onto the sofa and straddled over him lightly kissing his chest. I reached his stomach and then returned to his soft lips, he flipped me over and propped himself above me. 

“I Miss You” He smiled breathily 

“I Miss You too” I breathed back. 

He grinned and then cupped his hand around my back and I curled my hands in his hair. Then one thing led to another and we were in his room, our bodies intertwining in his sheets. 

I turned over to stare into his eyes. He was drifting off to sleep but immediately came to when I rolled over.

“I love you” He whispered into my ear

“Say it again” I smirked

“I love you (y/n)”

He then proceeded to lean over me and kiss me lightly. First my head then my nose, my cheek, the side of my neck and then he started quickly dotting them all over my face. After every kiss he would softly say “here”. Then he reached my lips and looked down at them. He brushed his finger lightly over them and said “and definitely here”. I bit my lip and then he kissed me, I pushed him over and then I rolled on top of him laughing. I lay my head down on his chest as he stroked my head.

“Your heart is beating so fast” I said placing one of my hands on his chest

“really? Usually when I’m with you it feels like my heart stops” He giggled

“what, so I basically kill you then” I laughed jokily, I knew Haz was going to come out with some beautiful poetic sentence from his soft lips straight after. 

“No, you stop space, time and everything just with your beauty” He whispered softly. I looked up and him and pecked him lightly.

“You aren’t so bad yourself” I laughed, Haz always hated when I killed the lovey dovey mood with my jokes. He sulked and grabbed a pillow slamming it down on my face. I protested and threw it off. I pushed myself over and snuggled down into bed with Haz’s arms comforting me. 

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I’ll Be Home With You.

Summary: Your helmeted hero seems to be growing more and more violent, until he shows up bleeding on your fire escape after a dream about Jason. 

Jason Todd x Reader 

word count: 3052 

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um... this shouldnt have taken as long as it did but oh well. Part 4 of my Hozier series. 

You're sure you either have some sick grave digging stalker on the loose, or the man was someone you know and has a fucking evil sense of humour. You spend the last of your days off of work not touching the necklace, which you're almost completely sure is your old one. It even has the same tiny E stamp on the bottom of the bird's silver body and chinks in the dainty silver chain as if it had spent too long in the same position: like wound around the wrist of a dead boy. It stays on your bedside table, ignored in favour of finally finishing your essay, going to university, and pretending that you're perfectly fine when you meet with your parents at a cafe to catch up. They say you look sick, paler than they're used to seeing you and skinnier too, you can't even disagree with them. You've felt ill ever since the necklace showed up in your paperwork, like the mere knowledge of it not being on Jason's body, buried under the headstone you've visited every year, is making you ill. You spend those days looking for the man who was there at the same time that the necklace reappeared. But there's no sign of him. Even after you go to work again, you never see that man. No handsome black haired, blue eyed, tanned, grave digging stalkers. You wonder to yourself if that's even worse than actually seeing him. Not seeing him doesn't mean that he isn't ever present, and ever watching, just masked by something that keeps him from you. When you mention his presence to your co-workers, they assume you're asking because you had a crush on him- one of the downfalls of working in a diner where most of the waitstaff is more than double your age was that everyone assumed because you were young and single you would have a crush on all the handsome customers or, worse still, would want to be set up with their son or nephew- and so you just give up on it. They can't understand what you mean without you showing them the necklace; but even still they would never be able to understand what it means without you talking about Jason, and talking about Jason makes this real, makes it real that it's likely that someone has dug up his grave and removed your necklace, but also that the person who did so knew it was your chain and pendant. The most invasive thought comes in the night when you can't sleep; if they took your nana's silver necklace, what else could they have taken. After a week or so, you finally pick up the necklace again and fasten it around your neck, letting your fingers ghost along the chinks and try not the think about the boy who used to have this around his wrist, and why it isn't there now. You don't succeed. 

After several days pass, you hear a report on the news about a seeming gang rivalry gone sour- to the point where twelve decapitated heads had been found in a warehouse near the docks, each of them belonging to some lowlife drug dealer. When you first hear of it on the radio, in your apartment in the early morning with only your coffee cup and printed out Wuthering Heights essay for company, you have no doubt in your mind that the Red-Helmeted man (who you had ever so creatively decided you were going to refer to as Red) had done it. You don't quite know what it is that makes you so sure, but you are. The man, or Terminator or Robocop or Metahuman whatever it was, had no problem with killing a man who tried to mug and grope you. He said he was 'putting him down'. Somehow, you doubt he would show criminals who dealt hard drugs to kids any sort of mercy; and you can't bring yourself to really think that he had done much wrong- if he had done it at all. Drug dealers like that get kids hooked on heroin and cocaine, ruin lives, and you wonder if all the ruined lives they had caused added together equated to them deserving to lose theirs. Your wondering doesn't last long before you head off to university, but Red stays in your mind all day, taking up space where you should have been focusing on your lecturer. When you arrive at Pauli's you play dumb, pretending to know nothing. Well, really, it's less playing dumb as it is you playing mute. You hear some of the waitresses commenting about heads but no bodies and don't join in, and when you fill up the mug of a cop, in your favourite booth, his walkie-talkie crackles, a disembodied voice talking about cops in the warehouse and needing back up. You don't talk much at all beyond the usual niceties to the customers and some basic small talk, until one of the cooks' gesture to the tv as he handed you a plate, almost slopping the burger and cheese covered fries onto the floor until you swerve the plate up quickly. "Fuckin' animals in this city." He remarks, his spatula pointed at the flickering screen as you look up, the muted colours of the old television doing little to mask the clear distinction between the red of the blood and the dull brown of the bag. You can't help but grimace at the sight of it, unable to mask your disgust. The chef, a large, round, sweating man notes your grimace before continuing on, "What kinda person could just kill people like that?" Your mind flits to Red, before strangely to the Joker and his Harlequin follower then Scarecrow, then Poison Ivy, then Penguin, running through a great long list of famous costumed criminals in your city in little more than a split second before you breathe in sharply. You hate how long the list is. How many people those psychopaths had murdered, but could break out of a maximum security psychiatric-hospital-cum-prison as easily as you can leave your apartment.   "...The News Anchor said they'd been dealing drugs to kids." You try to remark as casually as possible, but your throat is dry and you're sure that your voice came out at a higher pitch than usual. If it did, the chef didn't notice and just rolled his eyes while wiping his sweaty forehead with the back of his arm. "Yeah, all those tv fuckers say shit like that." He scoffs, rolling his eyes as one of the older waitresses hushes him for cursing when the paying customers could be listening. "I bet the Bat did it. Got too tired of not killing the real criminals so he took it out on kids from the Alley."   You think of Bruce, of how sad he had looked after Jason died. How broken he and Dick looked. How dark the bags under his eyes seem even so long after Jason's death after he has adopted another son and daughter and found his birth son. You can't see that tired, sad man killing anyone. Especially not so long after Jason died. If the Bat was to kill someone, he would have done it three years ago. You take the plate and nod slightly at him, carrying the plate to a table of teenaged girls, all dressed in Gotham Academy uniforms talking loudly about boys and homework and teachers you haven't thought about in years. You smile at a girl who's listening more than taking part in the conversation and place the plate in front of her. Her eyes widen, but then she smiles back up at you and tucks a mousy brown strand behind her ear. You walk off as she begins talking to the other girls, trying not to be jealous of girls who look to be around two or three years younger than you. Oh to be young again. 

 The pattering of rain against the window makes you smile, watching the droplets explode on contact with the pane of glass until warm hands take your own, pulling you out of your own head, eyes flitting down from the glass. Green gloved hands squeeze yours and tug slightly, leading you from your bed and toward the fire escape, only pausing to push the window up and help you to climb out of the window and onto the fire-escape. The metal frame is wet and icy cold against your bare feet while you follow the primary coloured boy up onto the roof of your parent's apartment building. The sky is inky black around him, and the fluorescent light of the street lamps and the neon glare of club signs make him visible to you, putting a slight pink glaze onto his hair, cheeks and the side of his body. When he settles onto the ground and beckons you to his side, there is nothing that you can do but sit beside him, even if you cringe slightly when your pyjamas begin sticking to your skin. It's cold, quiet, and wet but his hand rests warm and firm on top of yours, keeping you grounded as your eyes gaze out at the dark outline of the city out in front of the two of you; the feeling familiar and alien all at once. From up here, Gotham is almost pretty even through the heavy rainfall and harsh winds, flashes of red and blue neon from street-signs painting the puddles so that the once dark and dismal city is practically technicolour, and there's something unearthly about it in this witching-hour. For once the city is beautiful and still, three AM has left Gotham in a beautiful sleepy position- no traffic or pedestrians to make sound or distraction, just you and the domino-masked boy's breathing and the gentle patter of rain on your surroundings. Your head tilts slightly, and then just leans on to the boy's yellow cape covered shoulder, letting you breathe in the smell of dissipating menthol cigarettes, blood and sweet lavender laundry detergent. Even while wet the stiff yellow fabric of his cape crinkles and digs into the flesh of your cheek, his head tilts to lean against your own and you swear to yourself that, in this peaceful sort of silence, you can almost hear his smile. Your eyes slide up to gaze at him and, even with the rain that keeps his tanned skin damp and his coal coloured curls plastered against his forehead, his smile is beautiful and your eyes prick with tears, but you don't know why. When his lips press to yours, cold and chapped, for a brief moment you feel alive...

You wake up suddenly, letting out a soft gasp as your eyes flicker open to take in the darkness of your bedroom. The comforter, blankets and pillows that had been neatly arranged around your bed were now in a state of disarray, sheets in crumpled heaps around the bed, and pillows littered around the floor. Eyes narrowing to adjust to the blackness that surrounds you, you gnaw on your bottom lip and try and make out what it was that had woken you up. You blink again, and breathe in deeply to try and calm down, the smell of lavender laundry detergent wafting into your nose, and your dream rushes back to you all at once.     You haven't dreamed of Jason in two years but now, with the ruby and silver robin pendant pressed against the left side of your chest, he returns to your mind in the moments when you can't think of anything else. It's been almost four years since he died, and even now you can't just... Let go. Your cheeks feel wet before you even realise that you've been crying, pushing yourself up wearily, you drag the pads of your fingertips across your cheek to wipe away the stray tears dripping down your warm cheeks. After a few seconds of heavy breathing, your eyes droop shut once more and you let yourself slowly slink back down onto the mattress before stopping suddenly at the feeling of a breeze against your bare arms. Strange. You know that you made sure to shut your bedroom window before you went to bed; but sure as hell, the window is wide open with the curtains pluming outwards with the breeze. With each of gust wind, snow blows into the room and onto your window ledge and the floor just in front of it. Perfect. Fucking perfect. Snow in April. Either climate change was stepping its game up or Mr Freeze was out of Arkham, and you hope that it's just global warming. Staggering forwards, with the warm, large comforter wrapped around your shoulders, you lean in to see the window wide open, with scratches on the lower section of the wooden frame, as if someone had been stood on your fire-escape and had forced the window open to try to climb inside. Instinctively, your hand flies up to your mouth to cover it in shock before flying to the window to try and slam it shut before stopping sharply at the sight of bright red stark against the darkness of the fire escape beneath the window frame. There, laying there, with one hand resting on the bricks jutting out beneath the perspex frame, was Red, his other arm draped around his stomach; quiet, mechanical groans slipping out from that Crimson helmet. You stare down at him, and he turns his helmeted face to look at you, letting out a chuckle that is intermediately human and mechanical; like his voice modulator was only just able to function, flickering off and on with every other syllable. "...Well hey there." He said softly, leaning up ever so slightly before groaning in pain. "...Fancy seeing you here." The voice was definitively masculine, deep and soft in the sort of way that makes it difficult for you to be able to determine the age of the vigilante. In the faint orange light of the street, you can see the spreading dark stain across his torso. "...Holy shit." You whisper softly, staring at him. "...W-what..." "...You do me a favour, Doll? Let me in?" He rasps, pushes himself up, then leans into your window, causing you to teeter backwards to try and give him enough space to get inside. One combat boot covered foot dropped to the ground, followed slowly by the other as he managed to, with what seemed like a great deal of effort, push himself into your bedroom. "...What... What're you doing sittin' up in the dark?" He snorts, "That what you like to do? Get into trouble and sit in the dark?" You want to insist that you don't get into trouble- and that you aren't some weirdo that sits in the dark in the middle of the night- but no words come out. He still looms over you, even while slightly hunched to hold onto his stomach, you assume he must be a good 6'3 or so when he isn't in pain, and you have to tilt your head up ever so slightly to look up at him. "...How did you find my apartment?" You ask softly, brushing some of your sleep-mussed hair away from your still wide eyes, keeping at least a foot away from him so as not to be too close to someone who you know is a killer. "Just climbed onto a fire escape and climbed until I collapsed." He said, brief and casual enough for you to assume that he's lying to you. "Guess I just got lucky that it was your apartment, Gorgeous." Your cheeks flush at the compliment, and you hate yourself for it.  Criminals, even the ones who killed people who tried to assault you, shouldn't be able to make you blush; especially when you've never even seen his face. "...You still got a first aid kit?" You do, a small one mainly filled with bright, pop-culture printed band-aids and nothing that you think would help this man in front of you. No disinfectant, or things to help with stitches, or any bandages. And so you simply tilted your head before shaking it, finding it easier to just lie than admit to your lightsaber, Hello Kitty, Superman, and Disney themed band-aids to this vigilante. With the shake of your head, the helmeted man let out a quiet little groan and settled down onto your bed and peels off his jacket to rub at his bleeding chest. Even in the almost pitch-black of the bedroom, you could see the blood trickling down his defined chest and towards your bedsheets; thin, white moonlight catching the blood. "...You mind if I take my head off?" He asks, that crackling, half mechanical voice catching you off guard. "...W-what?" "The Helmet. You mind?" He repeats and you can do nothing but shake your head, and he nods, arms rising and pressing down on some sort of catch behind his jaw, the sound of compressed air being released from the helmet as it separated and was then pulled off, dropped off onto the bed beside him. In that barely present light, only certain aspects of his appearance could be made out; long eyelashes, freckles across his cheek, a strong jaw... and you clench your fist, recognising the facial features as those of the man who had sat across from you in Pauli's. The man who had your necklace, when it should have been buried with Jason. Something in the back of your mind reminds you how when you had initially seen the man he had reminded you of Jason, but you push it down in favour of crossing your arms and narrowing your eyes.  Searching for words, you come up with nothing and so just stand there in silence as he sighs, his head turned toward the framed picture of you and Jason on the wall, amongst other pictures of you and other friends over the years. "...Cute Picture." He says softly, black strands falling into his eyes. You open your mouth the say something but when he smiles up at you your heart stops because that smile is too familiar. The same smile from the photo on the bedside table. "...Jason?" "...Hey birdie. Miss me?"

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