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fairyrcts · 12 days

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thinkin bout you, c.s.

by fairyrcts contents - angst, cursing, intended lowercase, use of y/n, 3rd person, mentions of depression

it was 2 am in new york and y/n was just getting home. her day was exhausting to say the least. the struggle of being a full time college student with a job and rent to pay in new york is something that was unimaginable.

she fiddled with her keys, eventually finding her apartment key. she unlocked her door to her roomate, aleah, sat on the couch watching some cheesy rom-com on her laptop. y/n dropped her bag and kicked off her shoes at the door.

y/n stopped in her tracks. "christopher sturniolo?" her voice was slightly shooken.

"hey hey." aleah waved.

"hey, girl. watcha watchin?" y/n's voice rang as she walked to the open kitchen, grabbing a cup and poaring ice water.

"27 dresses. literally never seen this dumb shit before but evangeline wants me to see it."

aleah was the definition of a stud. she was gorgeous, too. dark complexion, curly hair that hung in front of her face and piercings on her plump lips and nose.

evangeline was her girlfriend, who y/n's only met a few times. usually in the mornings after getting very little sleep from their noises filling the small apartment.

"man, that movie's so mid. did we get any mail?" y/n chuckled as she walked back in the living room, sitting in the opposing sofa.

"any mail?"

"uh, one from some credit card company and someone left a note in the crack of the door. said to y/n from chris sturnolo." she spoke, her eyes not leaving the computer.

christopher was her childhood bestfriend. they were in almost every class together since kindergarten. they were inseparable. they did sports together, went to prom together, went to get their drivers license together (guess who didn't pass). they were family, at this point.

after college, she never heard from him again. happy birthdays and merry christmases every year or likes on every post, but not a single text, call, email, anything. she talked to nick and matt regularly, but not chris.

she'd ask how he was and they'd give short, vague, one-word answers. it was unfair, really. because there wasn't another soul on earth that knew her better than chris did, and all that time was wasted.

it's been 3 years without a word. and just now he's contacting her. her mind rambled as to what might have gone wrong, otherwise, there wasn't a reason to speak to her. now, especially. she'd been such a mess after leaving for cornell, and she debated not going to stay with chris. but he convinced her, saying he'll stay in touch and talk to her every day.

so much for that promise.

"uh, yeah, chris sturniolo, sturnolo, stromboli, all the same to me." her roomate shook her out of her thoughts.

"aleah, where's the damn letter?" y/n's voice sounded scared almost, not understanding what's going on.

"over on the bookshelf." aleah pointed to the letter wrapped with a little bow and a stamp in the corner of the boston streets.

her hands hurried and undid the bow, ripping the envelope open and unfolding the letter.

Dear Y/n

There seriously isn't an explanation for my distance. After you left for college I fell into such a state of depression and I don't know why but I was scared to contact you. I mean, you're out doing great big things, NYU and detective criminal type stuff. Meanwhile, I'm still here in Massachusetts, I just moved out of my parents house a year and a half ago and my career is making videos on the internet. I guess it was the jealousy that stopped me from speaking to you or some kind of fear. But all I know is that I miss you, dearly. And I guess this is kind of me asking do you think about me still? Because I haven't stopped thinkin about you.

(p.s. i know i couldve sent this over text but i didnt know if you blocked me or not)

just his handwriting caused tears to stream down y/n's face. the note itself, the words and his explanation made her sob.

she made her way to her room, shutting the door behind her. she reached for her phone in her back pocket and called chris's contact.

it rang three times before he answered. there was silence on his end, soft sobs on hers.

"chris, where the hell are you and why did you answer so late?" she said through sniffles and cries.

"i'm uh, in syracuse right now. we're here with nate for his birthday. i asked matt for your address and uhm, i was waiting for you to call." chris's voice sounded nervous almost.

"so you're.. able to come see me?" she asked to which chris affirmed.

"give me the name of your hotel. i'm coming over." she spoke. her tone wasn't demanding, but chris knew it was a demand.

chris told her the name and room number, y/n writing down each letter. after he had explained the whole thing she hung up without warning. she walked out of her room, her movements were fast as she wiped tears off her cheeks.

"woah, what's up?" aleah asked, concerned.

"i'll tell you when i'm back." y/n brushed her off, grabbing her keys, leaving and shutting the door quite harshly.

she jogged down the stairs, her hand grazing the railings and the other jingling the keys with each step.

she pushed the door that so clearly said pull. the frustration just added to her unexplainable feelings.

"why the fuck won't this shit open!?" she shouted. the small, teenage boy at the front desk squeaked out a few words.

"it's uhm. it's pull. y-you're pushing it." y/n looked down at the sign.

"shut the fuck up, curtis!" she yelled once more, yanking the door and storming out of it.

"dumb ass name." y/n mumbled to herself. she walked hurriedly to her car, clicking the unlock button on her keeys and jumping in the drivers seat.

she turned it on, putting the ignition in reverse. she internally conflicted wether or not to put on music. of course, there was no need for it. buttt to make the whole event more dramatic, she turned on her playlist, thinkin bout you by frank ocean coming in through the speakers.

the music made tears swell up in her eyes. the whole situation was just fucked.

her car sped, running through red lights here and there, honking at any car that was slow or in front of her.

when she arrived at the hotel, she shut off her music and her car, locking it as she slammed the door of it behind her. she pulled the door to the entrance to the entrence of the large hotel, the door refusing to open.

"it's a push door!" the lady at the front desk yelled loud enough to be heard.

"oh, fuck me." y/n groaned, finally opening the door. she stormed inro the elevator, the front desk lady attempting to stop her by shouting 'miss'.

as if that was gonna stop her. y/n pressed the 4 button aggressively, multiple times.

"hurry the fuck up!" she was so out of it, she was yelling at an inanimate button.

when the door started opening, she squeezed herself through the space, looking at the numbers on each door until she found the 103 in a big font.

she knocked hard and loud continuously until the door opening interrupted her.

and now, she was faced with the man who made her, and broke her.

the two stared into one anothers eyes momentarily before y/n brought a hand up and smacked the side of his face.

a 'youch' came out of chris's mouth. he rubbed the side of his face that was now red while y/n began rambling.

"now, what the fuck is wrong with you! i mean, you know better! christopher, holy fuck, where do i even begin with you!?" her voice rang through the halls as she pushed herself into the room.

"i- i don't know." chris's tone was sorrowful, but that wasn't necessarily something she cared about right now.

"you are such a douchebag! i fucking can't believe you. ignoring my calls, texts, letters, everything! the only information i ever got about you was through 10 picture slideshows on instagram and your brothers, who werent much of a help! you can say whatever all you want, but chris, i was so mentally fucked up! i was so behind in my classes, that you know i put a humongous amount of effort into getting into, i was rude and emotional all the time and pushed away people i love and adore because i was so hung up on the thought that you stopped caring and you stopped loving me! you know how terrible of a feeling that is? to believe that the one person you love most in the world doesn't give two damn shits about what you're doing now? do you?!"

she yelled and yelled and yelled as her eyes didn't just shed tears, but boy, they poured.

"n-no, no i don't know how that feels." christopher mumbled as water welled up in his own eyes.

"yeah, and that's because you know i'm incapable of unloving you! you're aware of my love for you, because i reminded you every day. you know i wear my heart on my sleeve and you still pulled this dumb shit! i don't even know how you managed to do such thing! i was at such a terrible place, chris."

her words were less aggressive now as she cried tears of sadness rather than anger. she sat herself on one of the two hotel beds while chris sat beside her. he awkwardly pulled her into a hug, y/n leaning into it immediately.

her head laid in his lap as he rubbed her back, whispering small shushes every now and then while she kept bawling.

"y'know. i've been thinkin' bout you. i never stopped, really. i just- i don't even have an excuse. and you can keep yelling at me, and i'll keep listening, but i can't explain as to why i didn't. i just don't know, y/n." his voice was calm and gentle and his hands glided up and down her side.

once she finally stopped crying, she sat up and wiped her tears. "I'm sorry." chris stated, his eyes meaningful along with his voice.

that's all she wanted to hear.

he pulled her into an embrace once more, engulfing himself in the girl he missed so deeply.

"i was thinkin' bout you, too, y'know." she mumbled into his neck.

and that's all he wanted to hear.

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sapphirefallschronicles · 2 years

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- ̥۪͙۪˚┊❛ Welcome to Sapphire Falls - chapter 13 ❜┊˚̥۪͙۪◌

Basketballer!Chris Evans x Abigail Syverson (plus size!ofc) & Farmer!Syverson x Livia Darmandi (Asian ofc)

Summary: Livia asks Sy to join her to the benefit and thinks about prom night, more than eleven years ago.

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: Vague mentions of sex, but not too much.

The Advent Calendar (a.k.a. the masterlist)

Okay, I now have to fix that date for the benefit and preferably with Sy. Gosh, that lie just rolled right off my tongue, didn’t it? But, let’s be honest: me and Chris attending an event together? Sure, he was one of my greatest friends growing up and I really like having him around and–for what it’s worth–he is not too shabby to have right next to you, but why on earth would we go together, when there is a much better fit for him named Abigail Syverson?

My continuous knocking on the door of the Honey Bee Ranch finally pays off, because it opens after a good ten seconds and Sy leans in the doorway, appearing unamused. ‘You must have a very good reason to disturb me like that.’

I ignore the wit, knowing he doesn’t mean it. ‘You gotta come with me to the benefit.’

‘And why would I do that?’ he asks, crossing his thick arms in front of his broad chest.

‘Well, Chris is probably going with Abigail and I told him I’m going with you.’ I shrug and add: ‘So, now you have to come with me, otherwise Chris is gonna kill me for lying.’

‘So, because you were dishonest, I just have to go with you to the benefit?’

I nod. ‘Yep, you’re already getting the gist of it.’

He scoffs. ‘Bold of you to assume I have a suit to wear.’

‘I know you do,’ I tell him. ‘And otherwise, we can rent one for you. I found a place not too far from here and you can rent there, even on such a short notice.’

‘Crap,’ he mutters. ‘Now I can’t say no.’

‘So… Does that mean you’re coming with me?’ I hopefully ask.

Sy nods. ‘I guess so.’

‘Great! It’s gonna be like all our homecoming dancings and prom.’ Realizing what I just said, I clear my throat. ‘Well, you know what I mean.’

Sy scratches the back of his neck, sharing the same uneasiness as me. ‘I know what you mean,’ he says. ‘Well, Liv, I do have a suit. I’ll pick you up in the truck or do you prefer something fancier?’

‘The truck would suffice. I’ll text you the details later on.’ I break out in a smile and say: ‘Thank you, Sy. I owe you one.’

He shakes his head. ‘No, Liv, this is what friends do. We’re there for one another.’

‘I also need another favor.’

‘And what’s that?’

‘Can you drive me? I have to buy a dress.’

●・○・●・○・●

You can say about Sy what you want, but he is a good sport. Without muttering or sputtering, he got the car keys and drove me to the store I had in mind. It was an hour drive, but he didn’t mind. I guess he always really liked driving. I knew my way around here in Sapphire Falls, back when I was younger and Dottie took me out for driving sometimes, but I haven’t driven a car in so long. Besides me never liking it, I also live in New York City.

Feel like I don’t need to further expound on that one.

Together with Sy I walk into the store and let out a deep sigh as I stare at the amounts of clothing. ‘Do you think I should’ve brought Abigail with me?’ I ask.

Sy scoffs. ‘You couldn’t have thought of that an hour earlier?’

‘Well, you didn’t say anything either.’

He smirks. ‘True. Okay, come on, let’s make this quick. Max three dresses for you to try on.’

At first I want to strangle him for suggesting something so outrageous, but I think three dresses is enough. Besides, having a defined idea of what to do here is probably the best way to go. ‘I came prepared,’ I say, ‘because I already brought some shoes.’ I fish the heels out of my bag and hold them. ‘They’re black,’ I say, as if Sy can’t see that, ‘so, they’ll fit mostly everything.’

Sy holds one in his hands and examines them. ‘These are high.’

‘Yeah, and I am short,’ I tell him. ‘Come on, I have to compensate. You are gonna be my plus one and knowing us, we’re gonna hang out with the other giants named Abigail and Chris.’

He smiles. For a second I’m lost in those eyes, in that smile and his handsome features, but I quickly shrug it off and look through the racks of clothing. Nothing is good enough. It’s either too casual, too royal or borderline cosplay and that was not the look we were going for.

But I grabbed two dresses, a red one and a green one. I first try on the red and when I have put on the heels, I look at myself in the mirror.

Oh no…

This isn’t good.

‘Are you gonna show me something?’ Sy impatiently asks, who has taken a seat outside of the changing rooms.

‘No,’ I say. ‘The red one is no good.’

‘Show it to me, Liv.’

‘No, it’s horrendous.’

‘It can’t be that bad.’

I pull the curtain to the side and show him what I’m wearing. ‘You still think that?’

Sy doesn’t want to, but he still bursts out into laughter. The collar and sleeves didn’t look too bad on the hanger, however now that I’m wearing it, I feel like doctor Quinn is gonna barge in the store any minute now to rip the dress off me. ‘That is not good,’ he says.

‘Don’t laugh too hard,’ I mumble, though I have to chuckle too. ‘It’s horrible.’

‘Well, let’s hope the green one is better.’

I hide in the changing room again and after nearly breaking my neck because I tripped in the very tight space, I somehow managed to slide into this other dress.

Oh.

This is a look. The tiny cut outs near the waist line really show off my middle and despite the dress being knee length, the high slit on the side doesn’t make it look frumpy.

I turn around in the mirror and realize I have a great ass in this too!

This dress fits like a glove and that in a little boutique. Is this how people feel when they hit the jackpot? I open the curtain again and walk out. ‘And?’ I ask, as I make a little pirouette.

Sy blinks his eyes, before I see him scanning the entire dress and therefore me. ‘Wow.’

‘Is that a good wow?’

‘More than a good wow,’ Sy notes, getting up from the chair to stand next to me. He holds out his arm and I hook mine though it. ‘You sure you wanna show up with me by your side for the benefit?’ he asks.

‘Absolutely,’ I say, leaning my head against his arm. ‘I’d love that, Sy.’

He can’t help but smirk. ‘Good, me too.’

●・○・●・○・●

Prom was probably one of the most highly anticipated moments of my life. Doing my hair and make-up with Abigail and her mom Dottie, then putting on the red dress I had bought with them. It were moments like this I cherished forever. After Dottie pulled an Abigail and took a lot of pictures, we went to school. Chris and Abigail in Chris’ fixer up. Sy and I in his truck.

But when we arrived at school, Chris and Abigail quickly disappeared, but I never lost track of Sy. The crowd was getting too much and too packed and being my height, therefore unable to oversee it all, I wanted to walk back, however Sy placed his hand in between my shoulderblades, causing me to look up. ‘I’ve got you, Liv.’

Four words, but it was enough to send my heart into overdrive.

My prom was mostly spent with Sy and because I couldn’t persuade him to join me on the dance floor, we remained wallflowers for the majority of the night and to be fair, that was all I really cared about. I liked being around Sy and to be his moral support for events like this–which he absolutely despised–was the least I could do.

And after prom, we went home. We had a lot of dances in the past and it usually ended in us going back to the ranch. Chris however went home, because he had a basketball game the next day and it wouldn’t be too far-fetched to just assume Abigail was staring at the pictures she had taken that night. Because the ranch was big and had a lot of rooms, I slept in one of the guest bedrooms, where I took off all my make-up and the dress. I stared at it for a while, as it was draped over the chair and the last reminder I had of prom night.

I went to the kitchen for one more glass of water, only to see Sy also standing there. ‘Hi,’ I said, causing him to look up. ‘What are you doing here?’

He simply shrugged, before he suggested: ‘Want to come with me?’

‘Where to?’

‘You know how my dad and I were building that shed near the lake?’ he asked. ‘I finished it the other day. I just hadn’t gotten around to show it to you just yet.’

I peeked through the window, realizing how dark it was.

‘It’s not too cold out,’ Sy said, as if that was what I was worried about. ‘So you can just go in your pj’s.’

Knowing with the aftermath of prom still buzzing through my veins, I would not fall asleep anytime soon, I nodded and together we walked into the dark night. I held onto Sy’s arm, not wanting to lose sight of him.

The shed was absolutely beautiful. I remembered clearly when Bernard and Sy were working on it, but after the death of Bernard, Sy hadn’t picked up on working on it. He probably found the willpower to do so again.

‘It’s like a little house,’ I said, as I plopped on the bed. ‘You can rent it out.’

‘I’m probably not gonna do that. I… It’s nice to have my own place so to say.’ He sat next to me on the bed. ‘Liv, I had fun tonight.’

‘Really? You frowned like ninety nine percent of the time.’

‘That’s my default state,’ he retorted. ‘Thought you knew by now.’

I chuckled. ‘Well, thank you for tonight. For the corsage, for the tie that matched my dress and actually mustering up a smile for the picture.’

‘I hope mom’s reflexes are good,’ he joked, ’because that smile was very brief.’

I stared at his handsome face, his jawline more prominent than last year, though I still saw some of the softness left. ‘Maybe we should go back.’

‘Maybe.’

However we both didn’t move. I saw Sy’s eyes descend from my eyes to my lips.

‘We can also stay here,’ I suggested in a hoarse tone.

Sy nodded and told me he would lock the door of the shed. I scooted back on the mattress and snuck underneath the thin covers. I stared at my best friend, as he was locking the door and checking the windows. The moments I got to spend with him were going to be scarce as time went on. Sure, we still had time left before I would officially depart for college and it’s only then I have to say my goodbyes to him, but that doesn’t change the fact I was going away and he was staying here in Sapphire Falls.

I had lived my life here, got used to the people here and I knew he was always there for me.

Sy walked over to the bed, got underneath the covers as well and I didn’t even have to think about curling up against his strong and protective frame. I placed my head against his chest, wrapping my arm around his waist.

‘High school is almost over,’ I whispered. ‘Do you think we’ll be people who peaked during high school?’

‘Maybe I will be, but you can never be,’ Sy said, as he played with my fingers. ‘You’re going to conquer the world, show everyone what an amazing writer you are.’

I looked up and smiled. ‘Is the farm going to be your forever home, Sy?’

‘I can’t leave this behind,’ he said. ‘Besides, there is a community college not too far from here. I bet I can learn a thing or two there. If I want.’ The second those words left his lips, he chuckled. ‘Well, you know me: I suck at school. I am probably never going back.’

‘You’re smarter than you give yourself credit for,’ I said. ‘You’ve got so much to offer.’

He let out a sigh. ‘I’m going to miss you.’

‘I’ll miss you too.’

And then it happened. Usually I would insist on us being friends and solely friends, however now I couldn’t. Not when I felt his lips on mine. It was so different than the first times we kissed, because then I stopped us.

I didn’t want us to stop now.

Our kiss deepened and I allowed my body to melt against his. His hand carefully touched my lower back, as it had slipped underneath my pajama shirt.

He rolled me on my back, as he was on his side next to me, not once letting our lips depart from one another. His lips descended to my nape, his hand resting in the dip of my waist. My lips were burning, desperate for more of these types of kisses. My skin was on fire, because of his touch, from both his lips and his calloused hand.

A shaky exhale left my lips, causing Sy to look up. ‘You alright?’

I nodded. ‘I’m okay,’ I whispered. ‘Are you?’

Now it was his turn to nod. He leaned closer to give me another kiss. Sy carefully rolled on top of me, as he kneeled between my legs. He made sure he wasn’t smothering me underneath his large frame, leaning on one of his strong arms.

All the things I usually would do–telling him this wasn’t a good idea, how we were just friends and what not–were all forgotten.

We made out for who knows how long, his shirt disregarded and I allowed my hands to wander over his strong upper body.

Sy carefully let his fingers caress my skin, as his hands were still underneath my shirt. For the longest time, I never thought I’d ever kiss him again, but his lips were attached to mine.

Our lips parted, his forehead resting against mine. His hot breath tingled against my lips. For seconds we didn’t speak, not a word was exchanged between us.

What did I want to say to him? Stop? I want this?

I had no idea.

Everything he did was careful, well thought out. I never wanted him to stop, but deep down I knew that friends didn’t do this.

I whispered: ‘What are we doing?’

‘I’m not sure.’

He was sure. I was sure. We both were.

I pulled him closer, his lips fell perfectly against mine and I said: ‘Do you want this?’

‘With you I do,’ Sy said. ‘What about you, Liv?’

I nodded carefully. ‘With you I want this too.’

●・○・●・○・●

We didn’t speak about the elephant in the room. That was quite the achievement, considering us just losing our virginities to one another on prom night, was probably the biggest elephant ever. We stared at the ceiling after I put on his shirt, since I was a shivering mess. I turned to my side, placing my head on his bare chest as I held his hand in mine. His lips pressed a featherlike kiss on my fingers.

‘Sy,’ I whispered. ‘I am leaving in a month.’

‘I know.’

‘I want us to remain friends. No matter where I am.’

‘I want that too.’

I craned my neck to look up and when our eyes met, he smiled.

‘What’s up?’ he asked me.

I leaned in to give him a kiss on his cheek, before I whispered: ‘I love you, Sy.’

At first I thought he didn’t hear it, but then he said: ‘I love you too, Liv,’ before giving me one last kiss.

And after that, we never spoke about it again. We never said those words to each other. We went back to how it was pre-prom.

Like it never happened.

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drgnrder82 · 2 years

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Fictober22: Nobody Warned You About Me?

Original Fiction based on my novel Christmas Confessions.

Warnings: None

Prompt Nobody Warned You About Me?

A/N: This short story takes place before the events of Christmas Confessions. After Bella and Lucas' first year in college.

~*~*~*~

The assistant Lucas followed kept glancing back, chewing her lip as if worried. Astor Pharm's headquarters was far posher than Lucas had anticipated. But they were located in Manhatten; what did he seriously expect?

Lucas pulled at the sleeve of his suit jacket. The same suit he wore to Senior Prom, that fit but… not properly. If Lucas was lucky, he only had to wear a suit on the first day to make a good first impression. Because he only owned this one suit.

Unlike him, the assistant Lucas followed wore a satin blouse in deep blue and plain black slacks. Still, it all seemed more expensive than everything Lucas owned put together.

"Right here," she said, opening the door to a glass-walled conference room where several other young men, probably all Lucas' age or a few years older, sat. "Someone from Human Resources will be down shortly for all the interns." She flashed a wan smile at him and turned to head off.

“Thank you,” Lucas called and stumbled. What was her name? “Uh… I’m sorry… what…?”

"Nadine," she supplied helpfully. She tried to smile, but it broke into a grimace. "Good luck in there."

Lucas wasn't sure what that was supposed to mean. He opened the door and headed into the conference room. Coffee and paper cups, along with some pastries, sat untouched on the table despite the number of guys sitting around chatting quietly. Unlike other conference rooms, this had been outfitted with plush chairs and a couple of couches, more like a waiting room. There was also a long table on one end, accompanied by a projector and teleconference phone.

Heading to the coffee, which Lucas desperately needed since he had only arrived back in New York late the night before and had yet to buy groceries (yes, he woke up late), the room seemed to go quiet.

“Heh. You in the wrong place?” a guy behind Lucas asked.

"No," Lucas said, adding cream and one sugar packet to the coffee.

“What — uh — school do you go to…?”

Lucas turned, and if there'd ever been a near carbon copy of Bella's friend Preston Warren, but somehow even more snobbish, it was this guy. Dark brown hair, chiseled jaw, and a look of utter disdain on his face wrapped in a perfectly tailored, "more expensive than his apartment's summer rent" suit.

"Columbia. Just finished my first year." Lucas knew holding his hand out would gain him nothing, but he tried. Sure enough, the guy before him rolled his eyes instead of shaking Lucas' hand.

“And I thought Astor Pharm had standards when it hired interns,” the guy chuckled. “Not even Ivy is just sad…”

“Man, don’t forget, Eli Astor’s alma mater is Columbia,” another guy drawled, not bothering to look up from his phone.

Something outside the conference room crashed, and a blur of blond hair and purple flew past the room's windows, then doubled back.

Bella threw the door open so hard Lucas thought it would shatter, but it stopped short of hitting the wall. “There you are!”

Lazily, Christian sauntered through the door, dressed in a full light gray suit. His dark blond curls fell delicately into his eyes. “Good Lord, Holt. What happened to your face?”

Bella dropped her gym bag and hopped onto Lucas, forcing him to catch her. "Don't be rude, you ass!" she said over her shoulder at Chris. "But seriously, what happened? Why glasses? And why didn't you call? And what is with this suit? Let me…"

The murmurs around them, the attention Bella attracted from the other interns was… well, normal for the stunning socialite that unfathomably befriended Lucas. Bella Astor, the heiress, known for crashing top-end cars into telephone poles and getting into fist fights at clubs. Every guy vied for her attention; somehow, she paid almost no attention to them.

“Scratched my eye getting contacts out a couple days ago. I’m in glasses till it heals. No, you can’t buy me a suit.” His turn. “What are you doing here?”

As far as Lucas knew, Bella Astor was not, nor ever had, worked at her father's company despite being pre-med. And being that she was in purple spandex shorts and a loose off-the-shoulder top, with a sports bra peeking through, he doubted she was helping here for the day.

“She’s worried about you,” Christian answered for his sister.

“I’m going to Jordan’s studio. This tie has to go!” Bella jumped down and immediately set to untying his plain black tie.

“Bella Astor?” the Preston-clone was making his first mistake. He leaned in close to Bella, flashing a toothy grin and giving her a sultry once over. “What an amazing…”

Bella had Lucas’ tie around her neck and had pulled two new ones from her gym bag. A red and black striped tie and a black one with thin white stitched stripes. Gracefully but also almost like it could have been an accident, Bella sent an elbow into the jaw. “Oops,” she said with a deadpan expression.

“The red one,” Chris said, pointing and ignoring his sister’s worsening mood.

“Excuse me?” the guy tried making his way into Bella’s line of sight, practically pushing Lucas out of the way.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Bella started and gave the guy her full attention, which he soaked in and utterly missed her knee until it connected with his groin. "Huh. Nobody warned you about me? Thought they used to warn people on the way into the building."

"Yes, well, there is no warning anyone can properly give for you. We used to have 'feral heiress running loose' signs posted. I will make sure to have new ones printed. I bet an Albert knot would look fantastic with that tie."

Bella’s mood brightened again as she went to work tying the knot, which required her to yank Lucas down to her height. “Let me buy you at least one suit. These assholes will eat you alive in this. Please.”

“I’ll be fine,” Lucas insisted, trying not to grin stupidly at the closeness of Bella and him or how her fingers brushing his collar would graze his neck.

“Dad,” Chris turned to face the door, hands casually in his pockets.

“Daddy!” Bella exclaimed, hopping back from Lucas.

“Hello, Dr. Astor, sir.”

With his wide and kind smile, Bella's father beamed at his children. Or so Lucas thought.

“Chris! Bella-boo!” Eli wrapped his arm around his daughter’s shoulders and pressed a kiss into her hair. But when he let Bella go, Eli stuck his hand out in front of Lucas. “Lucas, son. How was your trip home?”

“Excellent, sir. Excited to be back…”

“Oh, posh. Your time with your family got cut short because of me. And what is my lovely Bella-boo doing in a stuffy office so early? Where are you off to, dear?”

“Jordan’s studio. Just… came to wish Lucas a great first day.”

"Mr. Astor," Preston-clone stood as straight as possible, though how he wasn't in the fetal position from Bella's hit was a miracle. "So good…"

Bella huffed, and he backed off again.

"Uh-huh." Eli beamed brighter at his daughter. "And she didn't try dressing you in one of her brother's ties because she was worried about the vultures, did she?" Eli flipped the bottom of Lucas' new tie. "Come now. Chris and Lucas, you two are with me."

"Uh… HR was coming, and I think I had paperwork…" Lucas gulped, feeling the eyes of everyone in the room on him.

“Oh, they’ll find you eventually. I have a special project for you young men. Come now, sons. Bella, have a great day.”

“You too, daddy.”

"Nice pick on the tie, baby girl." And Eli gave Bella a thumbs up and clapped Lucas on the shoulder. "You and Chris are working together this summer."

Lucas heard another intern ask, "Did he just call that kid... son?"

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purplesurveys · 1 year

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Grease

What clique were you in in high school? Eh...cliques aren’t really a ~thing here. People had their own friend groups but that was all there is to it; the cliquish it ever got was the fact that there were kids who were popular because they were rich and went to parties, and kids who were popular because they were part of a high school band.

Would you liked to have lived in the 50s? I enjoy my freedom and rights now, so...no. It’d be cool to experience some facets of the 50s, I guess? like being present for Audrey Hepburn’s heyday and wearing pretty printed dresses, but otherwise I wouldn’t want to stay in it.

Did you go to prom? How was it? Yeah, because attendance was required. It sucked, just like I thought it would.

Moulin Rouge!

What is your favorite cover of a song? Paramore’s cover of Passionfruit will always be up there.

Have you ever been to France? Nopes.

Have you ever been in love with someone who was fatally ill? I haven’t.

West Side Story

Are you Puerto Rican? No. Who is your favorite character from Romeo and Juliet? I barely remember the story and the characters anymore but I think I took a liking to Mercutio if my memory serves me right? Maybe I found his lines funnier than the others’? I have like 97% no clue/memory whatsoever lol. Shakespeare wasn’t a topic I particularly enjoyed and I managed to get through my classes by quietly using the No Fear versions and hoping I wouldn’t get caught.

Have you ever been to New York? I haven’t.

Gentlemen Prefer Blondes

What’s your hair color? Black, but right now it’s dyed a faded brown.

Do you own any diamonds? Nope.

Have you ever been on a cruise? To where? Yeah, it was an East Asia cruise that started in China and went through Japan and South Korea.

Chicago

What is your favorite kind of liquor? My mid-20s self is content with just a nice, fruity cocktail. For the most part you can’t really pull me to take a shot anymore.

Have you ever been to jail or prison? For what? I’ve visited one for a journalism exercise/homework, but I’ve never been sent to one myself.

Have you ever been to Chicago? No but I would loVE to.

My Fair Lady

Is grammar important to you? Depends on the context. I wouldn’t be policing in my personal time but I do take grammar a lot more seriously for work since we write like 70% of the time.

Have you ever received or given a make-over? Other than for grad shoots where I got considerably made up, no.

Are you English? Nope.

Mary Poppins

Have you ever been a nanny or hired one? We’ve had househelp before, yeah. What do you do to make cleaning more enjoyable? I like turning on music or a video to play in the background.

Do you know anyone who works at a bank? Yeah, a few batchmates from high school and mutual friends from college.

RENT

Do you know anyone who is HIV+? I don’t.

Are you behind on your rent? I don’t pay any.

What is your sexual orientation? Asexual.

Hairspray

What is your favorite brand of hairspray? I don’t use hairspray.

Have you had any best friends or SOs who are a different race than you? Nope.

Have you ever been on TV? As far as I know, no.

The Sound of Music

What are a few of your favorite things? BTS, chicken sandwiches, and dogs.

Are you Catholic? On paper yes, but I abandoned the faith a very long time ago.

Are you German? Nope.

Jesus Christ Superstar

Have you accepted Jesus as your Lord and Savior? In the past.

Have you ever been to a desert? I haven’t.

If you could ask Jesus for anything, what would it be? Nothing.

Rocky Horror Picture Show

Are you engaged? I am not.

Who did you lose your virginity to? An ex.

Do you know any trans* people? Yes.

Little Shop of Horrors

What is your favorite kind of plant? Not a very big fan of plants tbh.

Do you like your dentist? Sure!

Have you ever donated blood? No, I’ve always been underweight to be permitted to do so.

Across the Universe

What is your favorite Beatles song? I don’t have one.

Who do you know that’s gone off to war? ;__; Does Jin count

Have you ever been in a protest? Yes, a handful ones in college.

Mamma Mia!

What is your favorite ABBA song? I don’t have any. LOL I am so not the target audience for this survey hahaha oops.

Have you ever been to Greece? No.

Do you know your biological father? Yes.

Les Miserables

Are you French? No.

Do you know anyone who has committed suicide? Yes.

What is the poorest you have ever been? Pandemic.

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poshare-in-usa-blog · 5 years

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Get a Library Card

Going off topic for this one. When I’m not talking about combat sports, I’m a librarian. And it is frustrating that people don’t understand all the things that library card gets you access to. So I’m going to show you some stuff that’s accessible for FREE from your local library using my own local library system, the Bergen County Cooperative Library System (BCCLS).

Books and Films (but also eBooks and digital streaming)

I think the vast majority of people understand that you can rent books and films (DVD & BluRay) from your local library. But a lot of people don’t know is that most libraries are part of wider cooperative library systems, meaning their library cards are good at any library that is part of the consortium. A membership to a BCCLS library here gets you access to 77 libraries across like 4 separate counties. And if you can’t afford the time to drive to a separate library to pick up a copy of Partly Cloudy by Tanita Davis, you can have it sent to your library for easy pick up!

I think even fewer people realize that a lot of libraries have ebooks and access to streaming. On the eBooks front some libraries use apps/websites such as Hoopla or Libby, which both offer tens of thousands of free eBooks, eAudiobooks, eMagazines, comics, music, movies, and TV shows. Many libraries also have deals with Kanopy, a streaming service that has a collection of classic, foreign and independent films. Straight from your phone or computer. I know the New York Public Library has their own e-reader app called SimplyE, which has titles in multiple languages.

Events and Programs

Want to learn a skill? Meet new people? Learn about assistance programs in your area? Learn English as a second language? Help studying for a citizenship test?

Well libraries are perfect for that! Many offer weekly/biweekly/monthly programs for people of all ages. At my library we have like 6-9 programs a week, just for kids. These range anywhere from baby lap time for kids as young as 5 months old to guitar classes for middle schoolers. For adults we offer citizenship classes, technology classes (to learn the basics of how to work something like an iPhone or android), ESL classes, book clubs, craft programs, open mic nights, and the like. We’ve actually have also had acting classes for people who wanted to get into Community Theater taught by professional actors. And this is all just one library. I know a library nearby that teaches Korean, at multiple skill levels.

Language Learning Software

Speaking of learning languages, many library systems have language learning software. Ever wanted to learn German? Well there’s probably a complete set of CDs and workbooks sitting on a shelf in your library that can help you out. But if that isn’t enough, some libraries offer free access to Rosetta Stone. If you’re a BCCLS member here, you get access to the entire Rosetta Stone lesson plan with your card.

Video Games, Hotspots, Kindles, and Museum Passes

Outside of books and film, libraries also offer other cool stuff. Many offer video games. So if I don’t want to spend $60-70 on Halo Infinite to try it out, I could just order a copy to my library. Don’t have internet access at home? Many libraries have hotspots that they loan out. Same with kindles.

Don’t want to spend $25 a person to get into the MOMA? Well, many libraries offer museum passes. (These may require a deposit to pick, but you get it back when you return the pass).

Cool Shit

Here’s the fun stuff. Certain libraries just have weird, unexpected stuff that you can just borrow! And it’s amazing. Here’s a list of cool random things you might be able to get from the library.

The Oakland Library in California allows you to check out power tools.

The Athens County Library System in Ohio allows you to borrow bicycles!

The Glen Rock Library in NJ allows you to check out cake pans.

Many libraries, mine included, collect Prom Dresses for those that can’t/don’t want to shell out hundreds or thousands of dollars.

The Arlington, Virginia library loans out American Girl Dolls.

The Ann Arbor Library system up in Michigan rents out instruments.

The Chicago Public Library loans out fishing poles.

Many libraries have seed libraries, gardening tools, and even gardening plots you can check out, like the Pima County Library in Arizona.

The Fontana Regional Library in NC loans out hiking gear!

So this is me telling you to go check out your local library and see what they have to offer. Or if you already frequent your local library, consider starting/becoming a Friend of the Library.

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i LOVE your work bestie 😩😩😩 can i request dress shopping turns into mirror sex with ur sugar daddy joshua madika 😳👉🏽👈🏽

you break it, you buy it (18+, joshua x reader)

a/n: oh my god. bestie. oh my god

Word count: 1,826

You first met Joshua Madika at the bus stop.

He was fairly well known, as a handsome man who started the worlds most popular dating app, ending Tinder's reign of terror. But in that moment, with you bawling your eyes out, you had no fucking clue who he was.

"Hey now, what's happened?" He asked softly, making his driver wait, pulled over in the rain.

He carefully listened to you babble and strung together how the Vet wouldn't see this stray dog that you found on the side of the road. How scared you were it was going to die, and you didn't think dogs should die if a human didn't have any money. You also said you hated being poor and how your one good jacket was covered in blood.

You also asked if you were still pretty, to which he said yes. A damnable lie, but still appreciated.

You agreed to get into a strangers car, and let him take you to a vet in Manhattan. He did that on purpose. He didn't have to pull over, but he did.

Chippy was saved, and now living safely in your apartment, back at a heathy weight of 10 pounds, 4 ounces.

The arrangement was accidental.

It was something you just fell into. He paid your rent, and you went with him to events where he had to publicly have a partner. He made it clear that he wasn't going to pressure you into anything, that he was the CEO of a dating app and he needed to have someone on his arm, but sex came naturally.

Sex. Clothes. Friendship.

What more could you want really? You were definitely a sugar baby, but the only thing is that you genuinely loved spending time with him. As a model in New York, fashion was at the forefront of your mind all the time, and he loved clothes almost as much as you did.

Things were good!

He was supposed to speak at some rich person event later that week, so you met up at the popup of some designer friend of his. Now normally, if it didn't show up on Google Maps, you wouldn't dare enter a building

But it was Joshua, and Joshua had gotten his designer friend to give you guys an hour before the popup actually started.

Also, he'd never hurt you.

The two of you worked through a few selections, and he hyped you up appropriately.

Shopping with Joshua was a bit of a double-edged sword because, his opinion didn't stray from "you look good in everything", which, as most know, can be a bit annoying when someone's trying to decide what to get. The other side of the sword meant he was also rich enough to buy you everything, so maybe the compliments weren't so bad.

You worked your way through the dresses, and Joshua gave you his usual toothy smile, and tell you the dress was excellent because you're wearing it.

You made it through every color of the rainbow, only reaching a hang-up at a dark green dress. It was stunning, almost iridescent with a few cutouts that made it less like a prom dress, and more fit for a business event.

You laughed at yourself in the mirror as your body contorted, trying to get the zipper up. It seemed like it was getting stuck on something.

"Hey Joshua?" You called through the thin door.

"Yeah, love? How's it going?" He replies.

"Can you help me get this zipper up?" You asked in a sweet voice, the one you use when you need him to get you something ridiculous. You last used this voice to get a waffle iron, and now all you eat are waffles.

"Yeah!" And you open the door, turning your back to him. You hum as you feel his warm hands trace down your spine, and do their best to get the zipper to work.

"Sorry, it's a no-go.

These stupid designers didn't make clothes for the masses, as a model you knew this. You were simply too big for such a gorgeous piece. But it was so pretty you couldn't leave it here!"

"I love this dress too much. If you get it for me, I'll get this zipper up in a week!"

You were just trying to be agreeable.

You could get in your head when it came to him, 'good girls don't make a fuss' and all that. But as soon as your words left your mouth, Joshua blinked, as if he'd just been slapped.

"Why would you say that?" His voice was small, and it made all the hairs on your arm stand up.

"I-" You start, but he pushed his way in and wrapped you in a giant hug. He was always warm, and somehow always smelled like oranges. He was taller, broader, stronger than you. He tucked you into him with ease and the two of you stayed like that for a little while.

But then you felt a twitch.

Gently, but firmly, Joshua turned you in his arms, so your back was flat against his front, he steered your chin so you could look at yourself in the mirror.

The goosebumps only grew stronger.

"I like you just as you are, understand?" He hummed the sweet words into your neck, and you bit your lip, wondering where the hell he was going with this?

You shiver as he smoothed his palms over your stomach, slowly. Too slow, you think. You lean back into him, letting him take your weight as your knees shook underneath you.

His hands smoothed down to your ass, up to your chest squeezing gently. He earned a whine when he saw fit to nibble at the base of your neck.

"Joshua." You gasped, digging your nails into his wrist.

"I like you just as you are, understand?" he repeated, a little harsher than last time. You nodded, sticking your lower lip out as he nudged you forward, planting both your hands against the mirror that had been your enemy only a few moments before.

"Joshua," you whined, as he backed away. You tried to blink, but the he always treated you so sweetly, carefully, it made your head spin.

You felt his hands on your back again, this time parting the tight fabric keeping you hostage.

"Why the fuck is this..." he mumbled into your neck as he tried his best to unhook you, making you laugh at his frustration. He looked so focused in the mirror, brow furrowed as he tried to understand how you had gotten the ties together by yourself, backwards.

"Oh fuck." He gasped as the dress fell apart in his hands, making the two of you fall apart into giggles as you shook yourself free.

Joshua's laugh dissipated as he realized that he had you, stark naked in the dressing room.

He cocked his head at your state of undress, "nothing?" he asked.

"Underwear might get caught on the dress!" you defended, heat rushing to your face, as he gently ran his hands over you, like he had before.

"Who am I to doubt a professional?" He groaned, putting both of your hands back where they were, sweetly grabbing and pulling just the way you liked.

"You want me?" He asked, already knowing the answer when his hands wandered between your legs.

"Yes." You sighed, grinding your hips back into him, as hard as you could manage.

You closed your eyes, and focused on the feeling of the cold mirror under your hands.

Joshua fumbled with his belt for a half moment, before draping himself over you once more.

You shivered as you felt his cock grind at your entrance, teasing. This wasn't fair. You didn't have sex in public, you'd never done this before and he was going to make you wait??

Fucker.

"YN. Look at yourself," he started," look at how fucking perfect you are." Joshua's hands took a firm grasp on your jaw, making you open your eyes to see yourself.

You were pretty, all bent over and gasping for him. He didn't need to do this, that wasn't what this was. Your self esteem was not his job, and still your bent over in a dressing room, about to take his dick like you were made for it. Someone as good and kind, and sweet as Joshua didn't do things for no reason.

You must be pretty fantastic, why else would he be with you like this?

"You need to say it," he ordered.

"I'm fucking perfect." The two of you smiled at each other in the mirror, as your words hung in the air.

"Don't forget it." He commanded, before pushing himself into you. You let out a loud moan, forcing your hand to cover your mouth.

Joshua began to pound into you, just the way that you liked, making you watch as all the best parts of you shook and trembled for him.

"Always so wet for me," he praised, running his warm fingers down to play with your clit.

You squeaked at the new contact, quickly reaching your arm back to grab at his ass.

Joshua groaned as he quickened his pace, the two of you getting close together. Talk about timing.

Your little whimpers and moans seemed to blend together as you let the man you met at the bus stop have his way with you, again. You enjoy every second of it, every single time.

But, there's a half-moment where the rational part of you made a decision. This pop-up was by a friend of Joshua's, a designer. If a designer knew that a dress was not only torn, but cum-stained, you'd be wrecked.

Plus, you were on the pill. This was responsible on all counts.

"NOT ON THE DRESS! I-" You shrieked, your words dying on your lips as Joshua slammed back inside you with a dazzling force that made you see colors on the back of your eyelids.

You reached back and tugged on his dark, curly hair as the two of you breathed each other in.

"You're so pretty when you come for me." Goddamn right.

"You're not so bad yourself." You replied, keeping your eyes closed, focusing on how he felt wrapped around you.

When it was finally time to move, the both of you moved slow. It felt as if something changed, but neither of you would say what.

Not talking seemed to be a theme for him.

"Arms up." He ordered softly, sliding your comfortable shift dress over your body. You were still dripping, but you had a feeling Joshua would handle that in the car home.

The two of you seemed to exhale together, the air still buzzing.

"I think I'll have a dress made for you." He leaned down to softly peck your lips.

You kept a hold of Joshua's shoulder as he grabbed the destroyed dress from the ground. You break it, you buy it.

"Lets go get breakfast."

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Hey Neighbor (Part 16)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 2694 Warnings: fluff

Summary: You had a plan and then life came along with one of its own. With your future almost derailed you worked hard to get yourself back on track and finally everything seemed to be going right… that is, until your new neighbor moved in.

A/N: Feedback is always appreciated!

PART 15 | HEY NEIGHBOR MASTERLIST

Six weeks. That’s how much notice Bucky gave you until the wedding. You said yes to being his date before you had actually confirmed anything with work. The wedding was on the first Saturday in June but you would need to take off of work that Friday as well.

Technically one day off from Stark Industries wouldn’t be so bad and as predicted you were given the day easily. Unfortunately, you would have to take two days off at Metro-General and you really hoped that would be alright.

You hadn’t taken many days off since you began; a day for when you had food poisoning, another on the day of Wanda’s museum exhibit, but the hospital was a busy place and Elena was notoriously strict. Plus the more days you took off meant the more hours you would have to make up, which meant the longer it would take to fulfill your final requirement before graduating.

Once again, Marya’s words come to mind. Life will not wait for you so you needed to live it in the moment. It’s only two days.

With renewed confidence you knocked on Elena’s door and asked for the days off.

“Vacation?” she wondered.

“It’s for a wedding actually.”

Her dark eyes lit up at your answer. “Oh very nice. Where is it?”

“I’m not sure exactly. Somewhere in Long Island,” you chuckled, explaining that you were asked by a close friend to be his date.

After all these months of working together you realized this was the most personal conversation you’ve ever had with Elena. You had always tried to respect the boundaries of her as your boss but it was surprising as she seemed to open up first, letting down the guard she had carefully built up to protect herself while working in this field. Her approach carried over with her co-workers up until now.

“Mack was a close friend of mine once...” she said, turning the picture frame on her desk around towards you.

The photo showed her in the arms of a medium-brown skinned man with a dark beard and shaved head. Her whole face was smiling as she stared into his eyes and he was looking back at her like she was the only thing that gave meaning to life. Judging by their clothes you realized this was a wedding photo.

“You’re married? Since when?” You may have blurted that out a little bit louder than you expected but it was a bit of a shock considering she doesn’t wear a ring.

“Since I asked him,” she laughed. “Two years now, but we’ve been together for six and friends for a lot longer than that.”

Ahh now you understand what she was implying. “It’s not like that with me and Bucky. Well…” You bit your lip with uncertainty. “I don’t know. We’re friends and we kissed once but he’s dating other people and–”

“Yet he asked you to be his date.” She smirked, giving you a knowing stare.

Elena had given you the days off but part of you wished she didn’t. On the surface, Bucky was just a friend asking another friend for a favor but the more you thought about your history the more conflicted you felt.

From the moment he’s come into your life you’ve felt something towards Bucky. Sure his looks were undeniable but there was so much more about him. The passion he had for music matched what you felt for social work, and you connected, both of you realizing that each field plays an important role in helping people.

The more your friendship grew it felt like you were always meant to be in each other’s lives and you couldn’t imagine life without Bucky since he had become such a huge part of it. But you weren’t anything more than friends. That’s all.

The warm sun shines directly into your eyes as you exit the subway, trying your best to hear Peggy over the increased amount of people on the street. New York was always crowded but warm weather was a magnet that seemed to pull everyone out of their homes, drawing them outdoors to enjoy the beautiful day.

With Wanda on your left the three of you talk plans for Memorial Day weekend; it’s two weeks away and you’re trying to organize something for everyone to do together.

“I’m not sure if Sam has off or not yet but I do have some news,” Wanda said enticingly, biting her lip to contain her excitement. So many thoughts ran through your head as you waited for her to drop the details. “Sam and I are gonna move in together!”

“Oh Wanda, that’s brilliant!” Peggy said, her red painted lips stretching across her face in a beaming smile.

“I’m so happy for you two! When are you moving? And where?” you asked.

“His apartment is bigger so I’m moving there, hopefully by the end of the month but we’ll see. It’s hard with his schedule sometimes but I definitely want to be out as soon as possible.”

You offered assistance to help her pack and Peggy suggested making it a night with girls, with wine as a little motivation. “Yes, perfect!” Wanda agreed.

If only finding a dress for the wedding was as easy as helping Wanda move. You had already made a few trips to the department stores, trying on the perfect dress that fit like a dream and made you look incredible. Unfortunately, it cost more than your rent so it went back on the rack.

Your disappointing trip was made a little better by the promise of your friends to help you which is what you were doing now. One more block to go and you would be at the boutique you’ve never heard of before where Natasha was meeting you.

Opening the doors made you a little concerned. The place looked like it was from another planet. The glossy black ceiling stood in contrast to the bright white walls that were made up of three dimensional geometric tiles.

Silver accented the space from the large framed mirrors that leaned against the walls to the velvet pewter asymmetrically curved couch outside the dressing room. The clothes themselves looked normal at least, dresses of all kinds displayed on racks within silver frames, making them look like they were encased in glass.

Peggy and Wanda spread out to look for dresses, trying to find ones that resembled the overpriced gown you had only taken a selfie of to remember it by. Immediately you were drawn to a rack of flowy pastel colored ones, draping a few different styles over your arm.

In the middle of your search you heard Natasha call your name, and turning around to greet her you didn’t expect to see an unfamiliar face. She stood next to a man that towered over her small frame. A shock of ice blonde hair and matching bleached eyebrows caught your attention first before you moved on to his outfit, a red vest, leather pants and fur coat that seemed to only have one sleeve.

“Y/N, this is Taneleer Tivan, owner of The Tivan Collection,” she whispered the last line in a way as if you were meant to know who he was.

“Oh, it’s nice to meet you,” you said, though his facial expression didn’t change.

Though his eyes were surrounded by a smudge of dark liner you were able to see clearly the way he looked down in disgust at the dresses you held.

“Carina!” he shouted, and a moment later a girl came running forward. She wore a white vinyl dress that looked more like something you expected the store to sell, although her outfit is much more subdued than her boss’s.

She waited in silence with her hands clasped in front of her, in what seemed like a routine she was quite familiar with. “These are all wrong,” Taneleer said to you and suddenly the dresses were being taken out of your hands by his assistant. “I have much better in my collection.”

To your shock Carina was beside you again, ushering you towards a different section of racks that had more appropriate gowns despite neither her or her boss knowing what event you were shopping for. Thinking back, the pastels might have been a bit too casual anyway.

As you perused the new section you found an assortment of beautiful dresses, some absolutely stunning ones that had you worrying about the price. Natasha can certainly afford a lot more than you but glancing down at the tag you were surprised to see how reasonable things were. You took out a few jewel toned ones to try on that caught your eye.

“Y/N, what do you think of these?”

Peggy’s soft voice made you turn around. The first dress she held up was a satin one shoulder gown in black.

“Oh I like the design,” you said, pointing to the ruffles falling from the shoulder.

The next one she held up was a shimmering emerald dress whose classic mermaid style made you feel like you should be going to the Oscars instead of a wedding.

“Peggy, that’s too formal!” Wanda chimed in, huffing as she came over with more than a half dozen sparkly dresses.

She made room on the nearest rack to hang them, excitedly showing each one off to you. The first was a gorgeous sequined dress, rose gold sparkling in the light. It was undeniably beautiful but you had reservations. You were a guest at someone’s wedding and didn’t want to draw too much attention.

“This one is similar but you’ll see the difference,” she added, holding up another rose gold sequined dress, this one with a plunging V-neckline and a low open back.

“Wanda, that’s…” You stopped yourself from saying anything, grimacing uncomfortably at the dress that was so wrong.

“That looks like a slutty prom dress,” Natasha laughed, saying the thoughts you didn’t say aloud.

Wanda scrunched her face at Natasha before continuing with the next set of dresses. They were less eye catching as the others but still in the sparkly realm. You set aside a shimmering off the shoulder dress in turquoise that looked more like the ocean glittering in sunshine. The neckline was still a bit low but the back was more appropriately cut.

Natasha handed you one dress, a stunning red gown of flowing chiffon with a beautifully embellished bodice of lace and beading. The high neck of the dress complimented the tasteful open back design.

“Okay I’m getting overwhelmed. I have to start trying things on.”

With dresses in tow you made your way inside the fitting room and closed the curtain. Natasha sat across from Peggy and Wanda, checking work emails from her phone despite it being Sunday.

“Nat, did you get your wedding dress from here?” Wanda curiously wondered as her eyes roamed the store.

Her lips pursed as she took a deep breath. “I haven’t found a dress yet. I think we might have to push off the wedding again.”

“What was that?” you said, pushing open the curtains.

Peggy’s face lit up with a smile as you stepped out in a purple dress with lace detailing on the bodice. “You look beautiful!”

Your head turned towards the larger mirrors for a second to admire how you looked in the dress before you remembered the muffled conversation you heard through the curtain.

“Wait, Tash, did you say you’re pushing off the wedding again?”

She huffed loudly, leaning over and covering the frustration on her face with her hands. When she finally lifted her head you saw the desperation in her eyes. “I’m ready to say ‘fuck it’ and go to the courthouse.”

With Natasha’s ever increasing workload you��re quite surprised she hasn’t done this already. It doesn’t seem like she and Clint have made any progress since you’ve known them.

“Forget me,” she said, waving her hand as if to push the burdensome thoughts away. “That dress is pretty but there’s no wow factor.”

You looked in the mirror, realizing she was right. The next dress you put on was the red one Natasha picked out and that one definitely wowed but not in a good way. The bodice of the dress had an uneven cut that exposed part of your sides making you feel uncomfortable.

The one shoulder dress Peggy picked out was too tight but even if there was another size you didn’t like the satin. Wanda’s sparkly dress was a maybe but you weren’t completely sold on it yet. After changing in and out of a few more dresses you started to sweat and all you wanted to do was leave.

While hanging the dress you just stepped out of back up you saw there was one more left and your eyes lit up. You don’t remember grabbing this dress but it was meant to be from the moment you slipped it on.

It was a beautiful navy blue gown, with fluttering ruffles down the modest V-neck that also mirrored the back. Compared to some of the others this was a much simpler dress but there was something about it that felt right. It fit like a dream, flattering every part of you while still allowing for movement. Weddings mean dancing and the thought of dancing with Bucky made goosebumps prickle all over your skin.

As you opened the curtain you saw everyone’s jaws drop, their eyes lighting up as you stood in front of them.

“This! This is it!”

“You really think?” you asked, looking over your shoulder to see how it looks from behind.

Peggy nodded her head, “Definitely. It’s perfect.”

“Bucky’s going to love it,” Natasha added.

You rolled your eyes, missing the knowing look the three of them shared. “Guys, this isn’t for Bucky. I want to look good for myself.”

“And you do,” Wanda said, “But he’ll also appreciate how good your ass looks in that, damn!”

Rolling your eyes as they burst out laughing, you admired yourself in the dress a little longer knowing this is the one. You went back into the dressing room with Bucky on your mind. Sure, he might stare at you all night in this dress but the truth is it doesn’t mean much more than that.

Bucky was actively dating and the only reason you’re going with him to the wedding is so he doesn’t spend a weekend with someone he really doesn’t know. Panic washes over you as you worry about the near future. What if he meets someone he really gets along with before the wedding and he resents the fact that he asked you to go. What if he uninvites you? What if–

“Hey I found a really cute clutch to go with the dress,” Wanda said through the curtain.

You finished getting dressed, grabbing the dresses you didn’t want first. Opening the curtain you found Carina waiting beside Wanda, ready to take the dresses from you. You thanked her and took the dress you were buying, holding it up next to the clutch Wanda found. It was glittering gold with a metal trim on the opening.

“Oooh I love it.”

Carina was waiting silently at the register in anticipation of you bringing everything up to pay. As you took care of that Natasha said goodbye to Taneleer, kissing him on both cheeks. You thanked him as well before leaving and his mouth curved into the slightest smile.

Late lunch with the girls went by faster than you expected and you were happy to finally be home, hanging up the dress in your closet. You knew you had shoes that would pair well with it somewhere in your closet, a search meant for another day.

Before bed you decided to text Bucky, even though part of you was hesitant about it. You typed away quickly, sending the text and turning off your phone before he could respond. From the other side of the wall Bucky smiled when he saw a notification with your name.

You: Hope your suit game is good because I just bought my dress and it’s 🔥🔥

He couldn’t wait.

PART 17

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes series

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safflowerseason · 4 years

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My Seven Comfort Movies

Thanks for the tag, @thebookofmaev! You’ll see we have some overlap ☺️ (anyone else who wants to do this, consider yourself tagged.)

In no particular order..

10 Things I Hate About You: I rewatched this movie recently and couldn’t believe I had gone a few years without seeing it because it is literally perfect. (personal trivia: I have either lived in or visited a decent number of the neighborhoods and sites in the Seattle/Tacoma region where they filmed various external scenes). The chemistry between Heath Ledger and Julia Stiles is soooo good. The scene where Patrick and Kat go paintballing and make out all over the place and then their conversation on the porch about prom seamlessly segues into them fighting again? INJECT THIS CONTENT INTO MY VEINS. I love how this is also a movie about sisters, in addition to being the perfect romantic comedy, and also the way the movie allows for Kat to be ACTUALLY ANGRY and still also love getting dressed up and going to the prom was (and frankly still is) revolutionary.

You’ve Got Mail: Why do I love this movie so much? Joe Fox is basically a sociopath in the final half hour and the climax is a little rushed and its version of New York doesn’t really exist anymore and also only ever existed for very privileged white people anyway. Fox Books gobbles up an independent bookstore and it is basically framed as an inevitable good thing and is not even the main conflict of the story. AND YET! The way Tom Hanks looks at Meg Ryan when he tells her that the only thing they would ever fight about is what movie to rent on a Saturday night. “Who fights about that?” “Well, some people…not us.” *screams* It is frankly a crime that Tom Hanks was in this piece of neoliberal propaganda because he makes it feel wonderful and romantic and not actually like a horror movie. Kathleen Kelly’s apartment is also my dream apartment.

My Big Fat Greek Wedding: The simplicity of this movie is its strength. It’s just a perfect little gem of a movie about a woman trying to take control of her life while learning about the strength of her family’s love. Plus she finds the perfect soulmate who is willing to do literally anything to be with her. A+ forever.

Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring. This is the “easiest” film in the trilogy to watch because none of the battle scenes are too intensive and its scope is objectively much narrower than the other two films. It is bittersweet and heartwrenching, yet also poignant, uplifting, and sweetly funny. The music and cinematography are especially outstanding. Just a great movie to watch when the world feels dark and like nothing will ever get better. Honestly the right film for these times.

Pride and Prejudice (2005): This is a gorgeous and soothing two hour adapation of a classic piece of literature and it is the perfect thing to put on when you are feeling fragile and want to feel transported to another time with rustic scenery and golden lighting. The music is especially exquisite. It doesn’t need to be anything else. (Also, the “American” ending is bad and the film rightly ends with Mr. Bennet laughing in his study. The main reason I am sad this movie is not a six-hour television miniseries is because we get less of the supporting cast.)

The Sound of Music: The above gif explains everything you need to know about why this movie is one of the best films of all time. I watched it twice over the Christmas holidays—that’s how much of a comfort it is to me. Also, the most underrated musical arrangement in this film is the moody, minor-key version of My Favorite Things that the children sing before Maria returns.

Star Wars, Episode IV: A New Hope. This movie is a perfect unit unto itself. If it were the only Star Wars movie ever made, we might be better off as a society. What is so great about this film is how absolutely NOT SERIOUSLY it is taking itself, unlike every other Star Wars film produced since. It’s just another bonkers science fiction move from the seventies. But somehow it all works! It is more than the sum of its parts! Bonus: Harrison Ford and Carrie Fisher’s unintentional but absolutely scene-stealing chemistry, probably fueled by their offscreen affair. You know George Lucas is standing behind the camera going “oh shit, what is happening here.”

#favorite comfort films #ten things I hate about you #you've got mail #the sound of music #my big fat greek wedding #star wars: a new hope #lord of the rings: the fellowship of the ring #pride and prejudice

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forasecondtherewedwon · 4 years

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Scuffed Souls

Pairing: Midge Maisel/Lenny Bruce Rating: M Word Count: 2769

Summary: Despite her declared intention to go get herself a taxi, Midge can't seem to leave Lenny's hotel. Parts of it aren't so bad—the ocean view, the pool, Lenny. She could be persuaded into a little recklessness.

It’s the way he says it—“before I’m dead”—that has her twisting on the soles of her new shoes to turn back towards him with an equally twisted smile that can’t fully perk up to the uncomplicated amusement she usually feels when Lenny cracks a joke. It just didn’t sound like one.

And now she’s probably scuffed the black soles on the wretched, fine-pebbled stone of these slabs surrounding the pool of what’s otherwise a really rather sad hotel. He knows it, she knows it, and she can’t blame him for wanting her to come into his room, if only to liven it up for a few minutes. She wonders if anybody’s ever died here. Wait, she thinks, of course they have. It’s a gracelessly aging Floridian hotel. The count for patrons who’ve left unscathed is probably lower.

“Is that a long list?” Midge calls back to him.

Like the melancholy, reluctant romantic he is, Lenny’s still leaning in his doorway, watching her depart. Until a moment ago. Now he’s watching her stand here in kind of a weird realm: the post-date, non-overnight stay who issued a spoken plan to find herself a taxi like a big girl. She’s loitering. Then again, unlike at home in New York, you can do that here. Loiter your heart out. Cross that heart and hope not to die before you’ve slept with the woman whose martial status changes from minute to minute. Roll the dice! No, that’s Vegas.

Even from this distance, she can see Lenny cock his head in that way he has—playfully subservient as a child and publicly tactful as a monied, middled-aged woman. Some days, he could mirror her mother. What a gag that would be.

“Things you wanna do before you’re dead,” Midge explains with a tight gesture of her arm. Just the elbow down. God, is she nervous? She seems to be suddenly doing an imitation of Susie meeting Lenny for the first time.

“Not really. I think of somethin’ good from time to time and, of course, when I do, I can’t find the paper I started the list on and I have to get a new one… so it never really gets that long.”

“I just wondered. You know, how much time I have.”

“The length of the list determines my distance from death? This I did not know. Powerful,” Lenny notes emphatically, producing the same noncommittal smile from Midge. “I guess I better look harder for the next one I lose. Handy thing to refer to.”

“There’s that,” she agrees, “but also…” She takes a step back in the direction of his open doorway. The pool shimmers at her side. He’s right about the pool. Somehow, a pool at night looks glamorous no matter the courtyard. She hopes she looks half as good. “I wonder if there’s sort of an implication in there that—” Midge rolls a modest hand over the crassness she’d have no trouble blurting out on stage, no matter which of her relatives were in the audience. “—the quality of it would extend your life.”

He’s smiling wickedly at her. She’s gotten away with nothing and has no option remaining but to clutch primly at the handle of her purse with both hands.

“If anybody else told me that,” Lenny warns, “I wouldn’t believe them, but you I know to have been engaged to a doctor, and so I assume that any medical information you may have to offer vis-à-vis sex—” Spoken in a harsh stage whisper that nearly makes her (her) blush. “—comes certified by some type of professional board.”

“I didn’t say it was the truth, I said I wondered whether it were what you were implying.”

“Me? Well, you can’t trust that guy. Still, worth chancing, wouldn’t you say?”

Midge’s scuffed soles have brought her many steps nearer to Lenny than she remembers being in lucid command of. She’s slow-tongued as she stares at his impish expression. Flat-out flustered when he tips his head back with a smile to rest it on the doorframe.

“In there?” she asks with eyebrows arching like the next stop on this tour is St. Louis. She points sideways, where his bedside lamp glows. “On one hand, eternal life—on the other, whatever diseases are living in those sheets.”

“Oh, they’re very well mannered,” Lenny assures her with a casual brushing aside motion. “We split the rent fifty-fifty.”

“Hmm, then I’m not sure there’s room for me in that scenario.”

“The shower’s not bad,” he counters.

“Water pressure?”

“No, cleanliness. Haven’t you ever—” He employs the hand roll she should patent if it looks like that when she does it. Elegant. Prudent. Half what she wants to be and the other half what she has no hope of becoming. “—in a shower?”

Because Lenny’s looking at her like she’ll either sidestep (metaphorically—the shoes have suffered enough these past few minutes without risking anything more than a regular forward walk) or say no, she takes very great pleasure in smiling devilishly back at him.

“A shower sounds luxurious. Never done it in a bathroom with a shower before. You look scandalized,” Midge notes. “Do the diners in your neighbourhood have showers in their ladies’ rooms?”

“You had sex in a diner bathroom? I’m impressed,” he allows.

“Thank you. I needed that. I carry every compliment about the encounter back to my closet and console my wedding dress with it. Poor thing never did look the same after rubbing up against those walls.”

“Is this in your act?” Lenny demands, leaning towards her earnestly. “Why haven’t I heard this?”

“Put it in my act? Lenny, please. I’m a lady.”

“Hence the ladies’ room, I suppose.”

She giggles lightly with her lips pressed together. He earned that last line. Set her face on fire to get there, so she’ll let him have it. Speaking of letting him have it. Midge finds herself dropping her eyes so they don’t get into their second intense staring contest of the night. Can’t look straight ahead, can’t look to the right because that’s where his room is and the bed is highly prominent. Almost too eager. The bed is the bump in the front of a virgin’s pants on prom night when his date’s skirt brushes a little too close as they dance. Those crazy kids. Oh, to be young.

Midge looks left.

“The ocean,” she observes, and says, like an idiot. She even does another fucking gesture towards it, like he’d miss it somehow. “It’s… big.” Clever. Real sharp.

“Bigger than in New York? I think so too. Alligators though.”

“It’s ok, you’re talking to a fellow New Yorker. You can use the real term. Pre-handbags,” she prompts when Lenny gives her an inquisitive look.

He lets her have the wrap joke this time, but he’s more persistent about trying to catch her eye. She gets it. She is still standing here making alligator jokes when she was supposed to be in a car on her way back to the type of hotel it would be kinder not to tell this hotel exists. A hotel containing her parents, Shy Baldwin and his entourage, the boxer shorts Susie sleeps in and forgot to pack when she went to save Sophie’s ass. Hopefully Susie doesn’t need to cover that famous, demanding ass because she left the best equipment behind.

Lenny tosses his coat into his room and pulls the door shut, startling Midge.

“How ‘bout the pool?” he asks as he steps around her, arm extended to point. She swivels (damn, damn, damn, her shoes) and chases him. “You ever done it in a pool?”

“Actually, no.”

“I heard the pause and, trust me, I’m enthralled that you even had to think about it.”

“Did I mention I hit my head doing it in the bathroom? Pretty hard. All my memories before that day are hazy, so it’s really anybody’s guess.”

He gifts her an indulgent little smile and stops at the side of the pool. As she looks on, he removes his shoes and socks. Midge hears herself make the noise she makes when she denies Ethan a cookie only to see Zelda handing one over when she returns to the kitchen. The noise says, Is that wise? when her adult mommy brain knows for damn sure that it’s not. Lenny wets his foot and flicks water at her. The mommy noise had no effect on him at all.

“It’s nice,” he says, clasping his hands behind his back. “Warm.”

“Of course it’s warm. The air’s warm. Everything here is warm.”

“I hadn’t noticed.” When Lenny frowns, it’s tragic. The most tragic thing you’ve ever witnessed. “You see, I’ve been so cold since the end of our dance. I really may die if I can’t hold you against me.”

Midge tilts her head back and laughs.

“You’re worse than the guy I tried to scare off at the bar by mentioning dick jokes. And you’ll die? Really? All of a sudden, I’m the cause of your death rather than the agent of its postponement?”

Though he smiles, his eyes remain soulful. There really is something tricky about trying to be funny when he’s looking at her a certain way. She’s probably returning the look.

“Take a dip with me.”

“Why?” she asks, smiling.

“Because I want to admire you with that rose in your hair without the rest of it to distract me.” He nods down at her dress.

“My outfit is distracting? Terrific. Now I know I wore a distracting outfit on Brye Adler.”

Self-deprecating thoughts trickle away, accompanied by the gentle slosh of the ocean behind them. A rambling, improvised bit about what she’s wearing won’t change the fact that Lenny said what he said and she heard it.

“Are you going to call me a taxi if I keep standing here?” Midge asks.

“I had no intention of reminding you of that plan.” He rests a thoughtful forefinger against his upper lip. “But you do seem to be stuck. You won’t brave the room, but you also haven’t left.”

As though demonstrating how to do it, Lenny crouches and trails his fingers through the water of the pool.

“Still warm.”

He gazes up at her with needful brown eyes. The need feels equal to hers. She’s tired of being the only one needing.

“You have neighbours.” It’s between a question and a statement.

“Ah, they’re all either young and stoned or old and asleep.”

Midge makes a decision.

“Gimme your key. I’m going to change in your room.”

“Change into what? Do you have a bikini in your purse?”

She leans close to snatch the key he’s withdrawn from his pocket for the second time tonight and grins.

“Into nothing.”

Lenny takes a visibly shaky breath, not trying to hide it from her.

“Well, I’ll be here performing the role of guinea pig by stripping for any neighbours who may be watching. Should you hear wolf-whistles…”

“I’ll run right back out and join the audience,” Midge promises.

They smile at each other until Lenny tests the tension by loosening his tie. Her eyes drop to watch and she realizes she’d better go do what she said before he’s naked enough to make her lose her nerve. She hurries, high heels clapping on the stone.

His room isn’t quite as bad as anything she and Susie experienced on their first road tour, but it definitely isn’t anything to write home about. Not that he’d need to, seeing as this is his home ‘til Friday and likely beyond. Standing beside Lenny’s bed, Midge unfastens her dress. For the first time since Joel, she does it quickly. For the first time since splitting up with Benjamin, she does it alone. Beneath the dress, she’s cinched in pretty damn tight and she rubs at the red lines in her skin as she takes deep breaths that she lies to herself about—telling herself it’s the relief of being free of her undergarments. She lays her dress on his coral bedding. She positions her purse on his nightstand. Adjusting the rose in her hair, she slips her feet back into her shoes and dons Lenny’s carelessly-discarded suit jacket. Though it’s no beach coverup, it hides enough to get from here to the pool.

She spots the pile of his clothes before she sees him, head bobbing up through the surface as he slicks his wet hair back and swipes water from his eyes.

“Don’t worry,” Midge teases to his stunned expression as he locks onto her approaching figure. “The shoes are coming off momentarily. I know they’re distracting.”

As if he’s even aware that she’s wearing shoes; his eyes are fixed on her legs as though she’s an exotic species of butterfly and his gaze is a mounting pin.

“That’s all I see when I look at you,” Lenny says, arms thrusting to propel himself backwards across the width of the pool. He halts at the far side and rests his arms on the stones, chest above the line of the water. “One big pair of shoes.”

Midge shoots him a coy smile as she steps out of them, wary to avoid treading on his watch. That’s what gets her: his watch. She stares down at it, resting there, the glass face catching the light, second hand ticking away. Before they’re dead.

“Aren’t you going to close your eyes or something?” she asks, standing in bare feet, Lenny’s jacket, and a rose. “Or are you only a gentleman when it comes to sharing a cigarette?”

“For you, I will go through the charade.”

He places a hand over his eyes. His mouth smiles below it.

Watching him, she swiftly sits on the side, dangling her legs in the water. With tentative fingers, she undoes the first button on the jacket. His hand doesn’t move. She undoes the second. Nothing from Lenny. Jacket open, Midge shrugs it from her shoulders. As she pushes off the wall, dropping into the pool, he lowers his hand.

“Hey!” she complains, spluttering on water, but he raises both hands helplessly, then goes back to holding himself up at the opposite side of the pool. “That was a dirty trick.”

“I would repent if I could find it in my heart to do so, but I just don’t regret it.”

Midge laughs, shaking her head and treading water.

“By the way,” Lenny adds. “The rose looks wonderful.”

She managed to keep all but the very bottom of her hair dry and can feel the flower still tucked between the strands. Fleetingly, she thinks of where she’s supposed to be tonight. What would Carole have to say about a situation like this? Maybe Midge can be the one who knows how a situation goes for once, without warnings or tips. Just… living it. That’s how she gets the material for her act, which what’s happening tonight could never be part of. ‘So,’ she imagines telling a crowd, ‘I finally fucked Lenny Bruce. Plenty of people already thought I had, so I doubt anybody’s still betting on it, but if you had money on it happening in a swimming pool in Florida, happy days!’

“Can you see it from way over there?” she asks coquettishly.

“A little.”

“Seeing a rose ‘a little’ won’t do. Do you think Shakespeare only bothered to see a rose ‘a little’ before writing that line about how sweet it smells?”

Lenny shoves away from the side and swims lazily in her direction.

“What does yours smell like?”

“Pool chemicals, probably.”

“An underrated scent.”

Midge’s heart surges and her throat seizes up, tongue awkward in her mouth as he draws nearer. With the glow and distortive properties of the water, his body’s nothing but a blur below the surface, as she’s sure hers is as well.

“It’s like a forcefield,” he notes. “I get close enough to you and, it’s not that the world stops being funny, it’s…”

“It’s that it becomes somebody else’s job to make the joke.”

“That’s it,” Lenny agrees softly as they begin to slowly circle each other.

Gradually, they work their way over to where it’s shallow. Midge’s toes skim the bottom when she begins to uncurl her legs. Her body gets used to the weightless feeling of the water, muscles relaxing, but her heart beats harder and harder. Finally, she cuts across their circle and wraps her arm behind Lenny’s neck as she presses her mouth to his. His hand cups her cheek, then shifts, knocking the rose from her hair.

#my writing #The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel #tmmm #Midge Maisel #Lenny Bruce #Midge x Lenny #the ongoing dick-measuring contest between me and the Palladinos #so what if they aren't aware of it? does that matter?#as a writer I'm really just here to fix the unsatisfying plot points of the Palladinoverse

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staticscreenwriting · 4 years

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California Summer - B.H. Smut [two]

Synopsis: Kings Cove California is Billy Hargrove’s hometown. It’s also a popular summer vacation destination for rich couples and their spoiled kids. (Y/N) is one of those rich girls. Proper, sweet, innocent. Only that all bores her to death and Billy is just the adventure she’s been looking for. It’s all fun and games. A summer fling. Not strings attached. Right?

Inspired by the song “Young & Dumb” by Cigarettes After Sex.

Part 1

A/N: There is smut in this, babes. Please if that is not for you, don’t read it. Also do not interact if you’re under 18, that’s just not cool. Kay, thanks ♥

[additional note: I am German. Sometimes I get the tense wrong or make mistakes. I am useless when it comes to punctuation. Go easy on me, please.]

The air is hot and sweltering on Tuesday. A blue sky filled with thick grey clouds. There’s a sizzling in the air. A promise of rain. A promise of a storm.

Billy steps out of his car and onto the white gravel driveway of the (Y/L/N)’s holiday estate. It’s a grand house. These people are rich and they want you to know it. Nothing is subtle or modest. It wants to be seen, to be stared at, to be wanted. This house demands your attention. Thinking about it, Billy thinks it’s fitting that (Y/N) lives here. She too, demands people’s attention. Undivided.

He steps up to the door, his black polo shirt proudly displaying the “ Franklin and Company cleaning and maintenance service” logo in his right chest. Mr Franklin said company uniforms are a good way to increase the team spirit. Billy suspects it’s just another way for those rich assholes to further distance themselves from peasants like him.

The doorbell chimes up in some melodic little tune. Even the god damn doorbell is over the top. A deep disdain settles inside Billy’s bones, takes residence in his heart. He wonders if those people truly know what suffering means. He wonders if financial stability and a luxurious lifestyle can soften the blow of a heartache. Wonder if he’d still be this bitter, if his heart would still feel this heavy, if he was the one living in a house like this.

When the door swings open, Billy is greeted by Mr. (Y/L/N) and his smile that’s just too big. There’s a certain size a smile should have and his smile exceeds that size. It’s unsettling. With his bright white teeth and the moustache, he looks like some kind of cheesy 60s Batman villain.

“ Hi, Billy. Good to see you. So here’s the thing — “ he then starts to proceed a dramatic monologue about the broken filter system of their pool. Billy only half listens, his mind wandering through the halls of this mansion. He wonders if she’s home. Wonders what her room looks like. Wonders if she can still feel his lips on hers. Taste him. Feel him inside her.

As they walk through the main living room, Billy’s eyes fall onto a picture on the mantlepiece of their elaborate fireplace. (Y/N) smiles brightly back at him from the photograph, draped in a long white dress and long opera gloves. It almost looks like a wedding gown only she looks way too young in this picture and there’s no husband to be seen. She smiles so big, so radiant but there’s something in her eyes. The same riddle he’s tried to figure out that day he picked her up in the rain. A kind of sadness that is both so familiar, and so foreign to him.

“ Joan and I are gonna be out all day but if you need anything, my daughter (Y/N) should be around. She’s a nice girl, I’m sure she’ll be pleased to lend you a hand. “

Billy has to stop himself from choking on his own spit. If only this man knew what his girl gets up to when dad’s not looking.

“ Alright, that’s fine. “

“ Good. Good. Now if you’ll excuse me. “

“ Sure, yeah. Have a good day.”

Mr. (Y/L/N) walks back towards the entrance hall, this house has a goddamn entrance hall. A second later his wife steps up next to him, big floppy hat on her head, fancy-looking silk scarf around her neck. That one probably cost more than Billy pays in rent every month.

The way the interact makes him feel uneasy. There’s no affection there, no kindness. It all is very stoic and structured and empty. He wonders if rich people are all this hollow, if it comes with the territory. If maybe there are certain expectations put on you when you’re loaded and to fulfil those you have to lose part of yourself in the process.

“ Bunny, we’re off “ (Y/N)’s father yells up the stairs to be met with her voice calling down a disgruntled “okay” a few seconds later.

Bunny. They call her bunny. This day is getting better and better. With a smirk on his face, Billy grabs his tools and drags himself out towards the pool into the hot California sun.

The filter is fixed in a matter of minutes, then he cleans the pool, mows the lawn, scraps dirt out of the rain gutter. All while the hot sun is beating down on him, burning his skin and making him sweat. What he wouldn’t give for a bit of rain or a dip in the ocean.

Just as he’s packing up his tools, a loud banging sound from the inside catches Billy’s attention, followed by a string of curses. There’s no doubt in his mind it’s her. Her voice still fresh on his mind as she whispers dirty words into his ears while he dreams.

Rounding the corner, he catches sight of her, sitting on the bottom step of the stairs, rubbing her knee and contorting her face in a display of pain.

“ Are you okay? “

“ Yeah, just tried taking two steps at once and uh — didn’t go so well, “ (Y/N) replies as she gets up and dusts herself off.

Whenever Billy thinks of her, his mind always wanders back to that first night he caught sight of her. Her flowy skirt, the flower in her hair, the too big denim jacket. Something about her then looked almost ethereal. Like she didn’t belong with anyone around her. Like she didn’t belong to this place. To this earth.

Looking at her now, Billy almost can’t believe it’s the same person. She’s wearing cut off jeans shorts, socks with that frilly lace stuff stick out from her beat-up tennis shoes and the I ♥ New York shirt that’s draped over her body is at least two sizes too big and has no doubt seen a few years pass already.

“ Look at you, Mr. Polo shirt! “

“ Stop! “

“ It’s cute! “

“ It’s company policy.”

“ Aw no, does it limit your freedom for self-expression? “

“ Why are you taking the piss? I saw the picture on the fireplace. Cute wedding dress. Prom? “

(Y/N) does that thing that’s neither a scoff nor a laugh and yet both at once. She walks up to the fireplace and takes the frame in her hands. There it is again, the sadness in her eyes. Even though she’s smirking there’s a fundamental sadness so deeply engrained in her beautiful eyes that Billy almost regrets having mentioned the photo.

“ Not prom, goof. My cotillion”

“ Your what now? “

“ My debutante ball. It’s a formal presentation of young women to introduce them into society. “

“ Sounds like a cattle auction to me. “

This time she fully scoffs, no laughter or smirk anywhere in sight. “ You might have a point.”

“ So what they like, offered you or — “

It’s such a strange concept, Billy isn’t even able to wrap his head around it. A formal presentation of young women already sounds wrong. Just thinking about her being paraded around leaves a sour taste on his tongue.

“ Kinda yeah. I mean it’s nothing sexual or anything but uh — well. There’s a bunch of girls in matching dresses who all get introduced individually. They put a real emphasis on who your parents are so people are immediately aware your family is loaded. Then the dad’s guide the girls across the stage and hand them over to the escort. Usually, an equally rich male around the same age who’d be a wonderful addition to the family. Then there’s this specific curtsy every debutante has to perform …”

“ Are you fucking with me right now? “

“ Absolutely not. It’s a real big deal. They have a serious committee and everything.”

“ Well you look miserable in that picture. “

“ Oh I was. I didn’t wanna do it in the first place and then my dad also told me that I couldn’t have my boyfriend at the time be my escort because apparently he wasn't good enough or his family wasn't prestigious enough. I really liked that boy too. I was so sad. “

“ Why’d you do it then? “

“ Well all my friends did it and then dad also pulled the mom card so — “

As those words fall from her lips, her eye glass over a little, as if she just started dreaming or let her mind wander someplace else. Billy always felt like it was weird, the way he observes people, the way he notices things. But when you grow up in a house that’s so loud and so angry, you start to notice the quiet things. It’s a survival instinct. Noticing the little things can save your life.

“ The mom card?”

“ Yeah. Said my mom always wanted to see me as a debutante. Said I should do it to honor her memory. Even had her own cotillion dress shipped in from my grandparents place to use the fabric for mine. “

Dead mother. There it is. One little puzzle piece to slide into place. A step in the right direction in figuring out the riddle that’s her mind. Dead mother. It’s not a pain he knows but one he can imagine. His own mother was the best person he knew, an angel in his eyes. He loved her more than he ever loved another person. Then she left and ripped his heart straight from his chest. Maybe he doesn’t know what it’s like losing your mother to death but he does know what it feels like having a mother one day and then not having one the next and feeling so terribly alone in the world.

“ So Joan’s not — “

“ She’s my mother too. Mom died when I was 6, dad and Joan married when I was 10. She’s been in my life not longer than my mother was. I love her so much but I also miss my actual mom. “

He doesn’t know what make the words fall from his mouth so easily, as if they don’t weight a million tons on his heart. But something tells him that he can be honest with her. Maybe it’s a certain comfort that two people can only find in shared pain.

“ My mom fucked off when I was 9. Just up and left, to be with some guy she’d met at her job as a waitress. A fucking dentist of all people. Haven’t seen her since. “

“ Fuck, that sucks. “

“ Yeah it’s whatever.” Billy shrugs. It’s not whatever and they both know it but it’s one thing to tell her about his mother, it’s another to open up his entire chest and let her see all the cracks in his heart. That’s a vulnerability he’s not willing to show her.

“ Well this is turning into a gloom-fest, huh. Do you wanna get outta here and do something? “

He really does. The heaviness on his heart feels suffocating. Like someone is squeezing his chest, breaking ribs in the process.

“ Sure. What’s your plan?”

“ No plan. How about the beach? “

Billy smiles at her suggestion. “ Sounds good. “

“ Man, your car is clean. I didn’t even notice the first time. “ (Y/N) remarks as the drive along the sleepy town of Kings Cove. The windows are rolled down and a soft wind sweeps through them, making (Y/N) hair fly around her face. Her feet are kicked up on the dashboard and her red lips are pulled into a teasing smirk.

“ It’s my baby, I like it when she’s clean. “

“ She? “

“ Mmh.”

“ Does she have a name? “

“ No. You wanna make a suggestion?”

“ Hmmm how about — (Y/N) ?”

“ That’s your name. “

“ It’s a good name !”

“ Not naming my car after you.” Billy chuckles.

“ Okay. How about Lilly? “

Billy shrugs. Honestly, he has no interest in naming his car but if it makes her happy, he might as well entertain the thought. “Sure, fine with me.”

She’s quiet for a moment before she speaks up again. “ You wanna know what Lilly needs? “

“ No. “

“ Some decor. Some personality. Like some dice hanging from the mirror or — or a dashboard dancer. Like a hula girl. “

“ Absolutely not. “

(Y/N) gasps “ I know! A dancing Elvis. You know the ones! You need one of those. “

Billy has to wince at the thought of a cheap plastic figure vaguely resembling Elvis stuck to his front window so it can dance on the dashboard.

“ Or I could not do that. I like my car the way it is. Thank you very much. “

(Y/N) just smiles and maybe that’s enough for right now. There are more secrets hidden in the corner of her lips, in the glint of her eyes, in the way the sun falls on her face. But those can stay there for right now. All that matter in that moment is the cheesy Don Henley song playing from the stereo and the red of her fingernails tapping along to the beat and the way life feels weightless then.

“ This is so beautiful. “ (Y/N)’s words are hardly louder than a whisper. Her voice is overtaken by a peaceful sense of awe and admiration. Her bare feet are buried into the still warm sand as the sky around them shines in hues of pinks and oranges.

“ I can’t believe you get to see this every day of your life. You can just decide you want to watch the sunset over the ocean and do it. “

Billy shrugs as if it’s nothing when in reality he knows exactly how much this really means. Living in Hawkins, away from the ocean and his home and his heart, it made him realise how much he really loves this place. How his heart will forever be bound to the sea and the waves and the freedom it gives him.

“ I guess it’s pretty cool. “

“ You guess? Billy this is — this is spectacular. Sitting here and just taking it all in makes me feel fearless and invincible and brave. Like the world is so big and vast and there’s so much still for me to discover and experience and I can actually do it. “

“ What’s stopping you ? You got all the money in the world. “

He wonders if she can hear the spark of resentment that his voice carries. Billy doesn’t put it there on purpose, it’s just something so deeply edged into his genetics it’s hard to get rid off. Life’s hard for everyone, he knows that. The logical part of his brain does. But being financially stable surely helps soften the blow.

“ Not if you ask my parents. They’re just waiting for me to find a suitable husband whos family is at least as rich as mine if not richer. Then settle down in a nice big house, pop out a few kids — be miserable forever. “

He doesn’t know what to say to that. There’s a certain familiarity in her words. Billy knows exactly what it feels like being stuck in a situation that makes you miserable and to feel like you will never get out of it. Even though both their situations couldn’t be more different, there’s a shared sense of captivity.

“ I’m sorry, I’m being a huge whiny bitch about this. Poor rich girl with her rich girl problems. “

Though her words are meant to sound airy and light, they are all but that. There’s a heaviness to them. A sincerity.

“ Don’t be stupid. This is your future. Your life. You get to bitch about it. If not about that then what about? “

Billy succeeds in making her crack a smile. A small success in the grand scheme of things, but a success nonetheless.

“ What would you wanna do? If your parents had no say in it ? “

Her sight settles on the setting sun, her chest heaves with big breaths. As if she’s trying to catch the moment in her lungs and keep it there forever.

“ Last year I started studying photography in New York. My parents thought I was working an internship at a family friend’s firm. I wasn’t. When they found out they made me drop out and come back home. That’s why I wasn’t around last year. That’s what I wanna do. But my parents they are — my dad grew up during a time when art wasn’t a career that could really put food on the table. He’s a businessman, a hard worker. He sees numbers before anything else. And I don’t think he’s doing this to be mean or anything. It’s just what he knows. Dreams were not something he could chase and survive it. It was eat or dream. I think he wants to spare me that life. I just wish he would take the time to even as much as look at my pictures. They’re good. “

“ You should show me some. “

To be quite honest, it’s not about the pictures. Billy has never been a particularly artsy person nor does he care for photography. But this is important to her, this is where her heart is. No one has ever believe in him, he knows the empty feeling that comes with that realisation. If he can be the one person to show her that her dreams and her talent matter, then it’s worth it.

“ Yeah? “

“ Sure, why not? “

“ Alright, I will. Think I can mix in some naughty ones. “

Billy raises his eyebrow. “Oh really? “

“ Mmmh.”

Her lips don’t taste like slurpee this time. They taste like summer heat and salt and warmth. A little like cigarette smoke and mint chewing gum.

Her fingers tangle in his locks, tugging deliciously as her tongue curls around his. It’s softer than the kisses in his kitchen, not fueled by lust but by a shared comfort in each other.

“ What was that for? “ he asks as they pull away, far enough to talk to each other but close enough to breath in each other’s air.

“ For listening. And for — caring.”

Billy’s lips decent back on hers, then her cheek, her neck. Her skin feels soft and warm underneath him. He can feel her pulse quickening as he softly sucks at the delicate spot where her neck meets her shoulder.

“ You can’t leave hickeys!”

“ Why not? “ he murmures against her.

“ Got this thing at the country club in a few days. My dress doesn’t have a turtleneck. Dad’s gonna kill me if he sees it. “

Of course her family frequents the country club the town over, it’s so fitting. Billy’s been there a few times, tending to their greenery and fixing stuff. It brings good money and he got to eat their for free which was nice. But looking at all the rich people in their fancy clothes drinking champagne by the pool was — strange. Johnny works there as a waiter part time and always has the most ridiculous but funny stories to tell.

“ Aw, daddy’s little girl not allowed to kiss boys? “ Billy mocks, not making any attempt at moving his lips away from her neck until she nudges him off and pushes him down onto the warm sand.

“ Oh I do more than just kiss them. “ (Y/N)’s voice is laced with lust and passion and sultriness.

Soft warm kisses wander down his neck, as her hands leave trails up and down his stomach underneath his shirt. In a swift motion she pushes the fabric up, to pepper gentle kisses on his chest, his stomach, down to the edge of his pants.

Billy can feel the blood rushing through him, can feel the adrenaline flowing through his veins. A tingling sensation builds up. Is there anything better than a girl sucking you off with the sun setting over the ocean in the background? Not really, he’s fairly sure about that.

(Y/N) hands fumble with the zipper of his jeans before she pulls them down just enough for his dick to pop out.

The way she looks up at him, eyes filled with a mixture of mischief and innocence. The way she bites her lip in anticipation — it kills him. This is his day of reckoning. This is the end and god does he love it.

Billy is fully aware of what's happening as she swirls her tongue around the head of his dick but his mind is swimming, his heart is pounding. Maybe it’s her or maybe it’s the moment, he doesn’t know. All he does know is that sometimes life can be real fucking sweet. Especially when your cock’s soft and warm in a pretty girl’s mouth.

She hollows her cheeks, goes fast then slow, moves her hand along her lips in a perfect rhythm of pure lust. It’s wet and warm and tight and perfect.

An alternating pattern of kitten licks and deep strokes drive him crazy. She swallows around him like the goddamn patron saint of sucking cock, takes him so deep he’s fairly sure they should grant her some award for it.

When he feels the tidal wave of passion crash onto him and pull him under, drown him in ecstasy, he buries his fingers into her hair, pulls her closer, moves his hip faster — fucks her mouth. And she moans, every once in a while looking up at him with those eyes — those damn beautiful eyes. And there’s a smirk playing on her lips, around his dick, every once in a while. She enjoys this too and that’s what sends him over the edge.

Billy cums just as the sun sets behind the horizon, that one moment when the world is pure gold. He doesn’t see that though, doesn’t realise. All he sees is her eyes and her smile and the way she wipes her lips and all the riddles he wants to solve that live in her heart and all the things he wants to explore with her.

“ You’re welcome.” she says and giggle as she crawls back up to lay beside him, propped up on her elbows, eyes set on the horizon.

“ Uh-huh. “ Billy’s mind is still hazy, words can hardly form least of all make sense.

“ I can’t believe you get this view every day. “

He’s not sure whether she’s talking to him or to herself, maybe a little of both. What he’s sure of though, is that his view is much nice right now. Her, free and wild and — beautiful, sitting and watching as the world turns pink and orange and gold for one last time before nightfall.

It’s quiet for a moment as they catch their breath, as she takes it all in and Billy tries to shake off the fogginess in his brain. It’s quiet and peaceful and safe and comfortable.

And then she speaks up again.

“ You should come to the country club thing. “

And his heart sinks because — absolutely fucking not.

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