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lacedinweb22 · 1 year ago

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Seven Minutes in Heaven ♱☽🦇☾♱

Miguel O'Hara x reader ♱ (A Halloween special) Vampire Next Door (ch.7) prev part nsfw 18+

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

There’s a knock at your door. You fix your hair in the mirror then rush to leave.

There he is,

dressed up as a vampire.

He’s wearing a beautiful vintage, tailored suit. His waves are tamed back. He has a bit of fake blood dripping from his bottom lip to his jaw then down to his neck. He really committed to the part.

You discussed costume ideas a few days before the party. You came up with the idea of dressing up as gothic style vampires; you’d been watching vampire romances all week, though you left that part out. Miguel was hesitant at first, said it would be too flashy, but after you showed him your pinterest board, and some whining and convincing, he agreed.

You’ve got the look down: a long, black vintage dress, fake blood around your lips, chin, and down your arms, jewelry adorning your collarbones, and fangs you’ve glued onto your canines.

Your dress hugs you in all the right places. Your bust is bursting, practically spilling out of the bodice. It accentuates your curves, tightly hugging your waist and hips. You look and you feel the best you’ve felt in a really long time.

Seeing Miguel like this, at your door, makes the butterflies in your stomach go wild. You never thought he’d see you like this, so grown up, blossomed, and beautiful. And you never thought you’d see him like this.

Your eyes meet, then part, as they explore each other’s figures. He quickly looks back up, keeping a straight face, like he didn’t just gulp at the sight of your curves.

“This hot vamp look really suits you.”

“Hot?”

He furrows his brows and smiles, exposing his fangs, as he slides a hand over his waves.

“Wait, your fangs… I’m impressed.”

“A vampire needs a good pair of fangs. I’m not an idiot.”

“I’m learning that…” you mutter looking him up and down.

****

Miguel introduces you to your floor neighbors, in a way that makes you feel like you're his. You look like you belong to each other, but you push those thoughts away. He was kind enough to welcome you and introduce you to his friends. You’re neighbors. Friendly neighbors.

Your neighbors welcome you, you have multiple small-talk conversations, and most of them ask how you know Miguel. You both say you’re neighbors who’ve just met a few days ago. You’re both liars.

Alicia, the host of the party, calls him out for not attending more of their get-togethers, and he promises he’ll come out more often, as he turns to look at you.

You all start the night off with one shot of tequila then disperse through her apartment.

You and Alicia click, as Miguel stands by sipping at a mixed something, listening, and secretly laughing at your tangents.

After a bit, you both end up alone at the kitchen counter.

“I think I want to drink a lot tonight. I need it.”

He nods slowly, trying to read your face as he sips his drink.

“If that’s what you want, okay. I’ll drink with you.”

He pours you another shot. You cheers then both down it. You wince at the aftertaste, then look up at an unfazed Miguel.

The music progressively gets louder as the apartment becomes more full. You move to the rhythm, barely dancing, not drunk enough to let him witness it. Miguel smiles, sipping at his drink, leaning against the counter.

“You know what? You’re like four times my size. You’re going to need to drink four times what I drink to feel anything,” you slur, clinging onto his wrist for balance.

“Mhmm, okay,” he chuckles, looking down at your hand on his wrist. You’re too tipsy to pull away. His warm skin feels too good, you feel glued to him. He smiles, pouring two more shots into a red cup.

He drinks, lifting his chin up, his jawline advertised as he swallows the hard liquor.

“It’s been thirty minutes. I want another.” You slide your shot glass to him.

He grabs the liter of strawberry soda on the counter and starts to pour it into a red cup.

“This should help with the taste.”

He adds a shot into the soda.

“So kind, such a gentleman,” you slur, taking the drink from his hand.

“Truth or dare!” one of your neighbors yell. Everyone gathers, drunk and stumbling to sit on the floor and on the couch, forming a circle in the living room.

After half of the circle takes their turn, it’s your turn.

“Truth or dare,” Alicia asks you.

“Dare.”

“I dare you to play seven minutes in heaven with Miguel,” she shrugs.

“Seven minutes– Is this fucking high school?” Miguel mutters rolling his eyes.

“Okay, Y/N, sorry. You’re going to have to take another shot.”

You’re fucked up. Another shot is going to destroy you.

“Shut up, okay? Mierda. Come on, Y/N,” he mutters as he stands up. He reaches both hands down to you, then helps you up. You stumble, as he grabs your hand and leads you to the closet down the hallway.

You both enter the closet; Miguel leaves the door open a crack, allowing the purple light to illuminate the side of his face. The speakers begin to blast music again in the living room. It bleeds into the dark closet.

You laugh at how drunk you are, and at the situation, then look up at Miguel. His concern is obvious, but it fades a bit when your eyes meet.

“I was too sober to say it earlier, but you look… divine,” he confesses.

“Wow, that’s… you can’t do that to me. Not now,” you laugh, looking down, shaking your head. You avoid eye contact.

You’ve dreamt about moments like this since university. About being this close to him, about him saying romantic things like this, but you’re drunk, and you don’t believe him.

“I mean it,” he adds, leaning down to catch your eyes.

“You look really good too. So handsome,” you breathe out. You cover your eyes. That took a lot.

“Yeah? You think I’m handsome?” he asks, drawing closer.

He gently pulls your hands off of your face.

You look up at him.

His cheeks are pink, flushed from the alcohol, his hair is less tame than it was when you got here, and his crimson eyes are radiant, even in the dark.

“Miguel,” you exhale.

“Y/N,” he says, smoothly, deep, pretty on his tongue.

You grasp onto his suit jacket, pulling him into you.

He strokes your cheek, then combs his fingers through your hair, pushing it out of your face.

You stare into each other’s eyes, then his eyes wander down to your lips.

You tilt your face up and he leans down.

You kiss.

It’s heated, drunk, wet, and addictive.

It intensifies as he slowly presses you up against the wall, your lips still glued to each other.

His lips detach, his kisses trailing down to your neck.

“Y/N,” he breathes against your skin.

“I know you remember me,” he mutters into your neck.

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

“English 150A. I know you remember.”

“I didn’t realize you did.”

“You’re hard to forget.”

You pull him back in for a kiss, shutting him up. It’s drunk and passionate. Your cheeks burn hot.

His fangs are razor-sharp; you’re too drunk to realize when they cause you pain.

You pull away, then reach your hand up to his lips.

“Can I?”

He obeys, looking down at you with drowsy eyes.

You stroke his fangs. They’re hyper realistic. If you applied a bit more pressure, they would puncture the tip of your finger.

“Why are they so sharp? Mine aren’t that sharp. Where did you get them?”

“Doesn’t matter. They were expensive though,” he shrugs, allowing you to continue touching his lips with your thumb.

“Miguel, these could actually cut me.”

You reach back to his fangs, before he gently pulls your hand away.

“Here, I’ll do it,”

He grazes his own fingertip on his fang, drawing blood.

“Miguel, stop,” you squeal, yanking his hand away from his mouth.

He laughs, showing you the blood. He’s too drunk to read the concern on your face and you’re too drunk to realize it’s not that serious.

“It’s like a paper cut, Y/N,” he reasons, sucking the blood off his finger.

“You’re annoying. I’m not staying here and entertaining this.” You reach for the closet door. He grabs your wrist. You turn to look up at him.

“Come on, Boots, I was just showing you,”

“What? What did you just call me?”

“Boots. You wore those red rain boots that week of the storm. I thought they were cute, and it just stuck with me,” he says, shrugging it off.

“You really do remember me. Okay, we’re doing this… wait, you’re a science boy, what were you doing TA-ing for an English course?”

“Hm yeah, it was a favor for Professor Reyes,”

“Favor for what?”

“I’m too drunk to talk about this right now,” he groans, throwing his head back.

“Okay,” you nod, leaning only your back against the wall.

He looks up at you, then slowly approaches you.

“We still have like four minutes left,” you sigh.

“Four minutes. I can work with that,” he smirks, towering over you.

Then he’s kissing you, hands on your waist, holding you against his body. Again, he’s pressing you up against the wall.

His leg is in between your legs, as you lean back.

You squeeze his tricep, encouraging the pressure he’s applying all over you.

“You’re so warm, and god, you’re so beautiful,” he grumbles into your lips.

You feel it, something pressing into your thigh, against your dress.

The butterflies in your stomach intensify. You feel hot all over. You’re drunk and you want him and he’s right here and he wants you too.

“I want you,” you moan into his mouth.

“Yeah?” he whispers, trailing his lips down to your neck, sucking gently.

“Harder,” you encourage, enjoying yourself a little too much.

You comb your fingers through his hair, gripping tightly.

He squeezes your thigh, holding you tight against his leg.

He sucks harder; you feel his fangs brush against your skin.

You moan, pulling his hips into yours. He grips your waist tighter. If you weren’t wearing this dress, his fingerprints would be bruised into you. He hangs his head on your shoulder, quietly moaning into your skin, before bruising you again.

He restrains himself.

“Now bite me,”

He pulls his face from your neck.

“Y/N,” he says, head tilted, face drowsy, hair tousled.

“It’s gonna hurt,” he shakes his head, his eyes glued to your lips.

You pull him down for a kiss.

The music stops.

“Seven minutes up!” they yell, clapping.

You pull away from each other. You try to catch your breath.

You fix your hair, bring it forward to cover your neck, wipe around your lips, and look up at Miguel, who’s brushing his hair back and straightening out his suit.

You walk out of the closet and join the circle once again.

“How were the seven minutes? How was the sex?” they tease.

“We just talked,” you slur, shrugging, suppressing your smile.

“Miguel?” they press on.

“We just talked. You heard her,” he defends, eyebrows furrowed at their doubt.

They move on to their next victim.

You turn to each other. Your eyes meet then break.

The night goes on.

⋆♱✮☽🎃☾✮♰⋆

Happy Halloween 🧛🏼‍♀️

-G ⋆୨୧˚

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violetfield · 21 days ago

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now playing .. calling all my lovelies!

by violetfield

(bruno mars, actually)

pairing: rugby player!vi x f!reader [established relationship]

college!au but this is kind of during summer break

~1.5k words

‘cause i can’t get a hold of you!

rugby player!vi who is absolutely adored by her fellow teammates. the way she carries the team single-handedly, cheers never faltering from the bleachers as vi constantly impresses the audience with the amount she’s scored. though, vi doesn’t really care when the thought of you not being one of those girls cheering for her, and how she wouldn’t have to look for you after her game and wrap her arms around you made her heart ache a little. you were the trophy she always ran to. but it hasn’t been that way since the last few games.

rugby player!vi who pushed that thought away — understanding that you might’ve been really busy with tasks — cheering, “drinks on me!” after being invited by her teammate to a celebratory after party, gathering in a dive bar. vi couldn’t turn down spending a good time with her teammates — it was well-deserved, she thinks.

rugby player!vi who’s incredibly dashing, making her enjoyable company off campus — hence why she’s always invited to parties and hangouts even after hours.

rugby player!vi who’s innocently unaware of her girlfriend spamming calls to her dead phone. your calls being sent straight to voicemail ..

“what the hell?” your lips drawn into a slight frown from vi being difficult to contact. it’s been an hour and you can’t get a hold of her, so you tried to get a hold of her teammate that you’ve talked to.. sometimes. still, she wasn’t picking up, too. you impulsively left messages, hoping she’d see them and tell vi about your messages.

you were back in your apartment, silently telling yourself you weren’t going to cry though you were left brokenhearted. you expected vi to come over to you after her match since you both haven’t seen each other that much, and you don’t know how much longer until the absence of her touch will finally end your suffering.

you both had a busy schedule — college and schtuff. you were dealing with a difficult, complicated major that demanded all of your free time — dedicating that time to something extra for your resume, while vi was occupied with her training schedules after academics and sometimes on the weekends, then partying or hanging around after with others when she figured you’d be busy finishing projects. when you did appreciate her thought of allowing you the much needed concentration, you’d appreciate vi’s presence more so.

rugby player!vi who was well-known around the campus — she wasn’t quite the social butterfly type, but rather being more of the approachable person. a person that would approach her would gain a new friend.

rugby player!vi who notices the flustered girls who try to get closer with her, but vi, being the loyal girlfriend she is, never really entertains those girls. but for you .. your face gets dusted a tint of green when you see other girls taking pictures with vi after a match.

“oh, meet my lovely girlfriend!” vi would pull you in by the waist almost instantly after the pic has been taken to somehow reassure you after noticing your expression. she introduced you to her friend. the pretty girl was definitely just a friend, but you couldn’t help and doubt it.

presently, rugby player!vi who’s seen in multiple stories, after the other, that were posted on instagram by the account of one of her teammates. vi appeared with her charming smile, usually in the center of the photos with her friends by her side. your slight frown resurfaced as you noticed the faces of the girls you were aware that has a crush on your irresistibly attractive girlfriend.

‘oh, so this is why she isn’t picking up the phone, huh? i’ll play that game too.’ you softly scoffed to yourself, calling your friends over to have yourself some company. it was only then you realized the time, a quarter till midnight, your friend alicia reminded you with her sleepy voice.

you didn’t back down, though. once you got a hold of one of your other friends and agreed to your invitation of an unusual spontaneous hangout, you dressed up in a little black dress with one of vi’s leather jackets over your smaller form. you remembered when you pleaded to vi to let her leave this jacket of hers for you to keep yourself warm, imagining it was her, whenever she was away — ‘silly but lovely’ , vi put it.

———

“c’mon ..” vi muttered in frustration, tapping away at her phone as she tried to dial you back. her knees bounced as she started to get anxious, wondering where you were if not in your apartment, until her question was answered as she checked her instagram and tapped through stories, coming across a photo that you appeared in — recognizing your all too familiar silhouette especially under the dim light of the club in a mini black dress with her jacket sliding down your bare shoulder. she realized she’s missed you too, and she was planning to prove that once you came back.

before she knew it, you came back to your apartment — finding vi hurriedly walking to the entrance once heard the muffled jingle of your keychain.

“doll — oh, you went out without telling me? are you okay?” she immediately greeted you with her arms around your waist, showering you with affection by placing multiple kisses atop your head as her hand snaked up to cup your face.

you only scoffed in return, your expression feigning slight indifference. yes, this was what you wanted — for vi to act exactly like this, but it wasn’t enough. you had to try to make her feel as hurt as how you felt from her constant absence.

“and you? what about you? how could i when i had difficulty trying to contact what seemed like you turned into a ghost, for an hour.” your voice was stern, unlikely from your usual gentle and loving demeanor only vi could witness. but your words were laced with thorns. she slightly pulled back, letting you kick off your boots and head into the kitchen.

“oh, so that’s what this is about?” she sighed, following you into the kitchen, leaning against the doorway, “darling, ‘m sorry .. i figured you were busy with your project. i remember you ranting to me about it on call ..” “honestly, i would’ve appreciated your presence hours ago.” your soft voice cut her off.

“ .. i know, cupcake —“ ‘didn’t seem like it.’ your look said as you softly scoffed. vi’s jaw slightly tensed before continuing, “— but it was the last party after our last game .. i hoped that you’d understand.” she stepped closer to you, wrapping her arms around your waist from behind and buried her face into the crook of your neck, then lifting her head, her chin resting on your shoulder. are you seriously planning to warm up cookies right now?

“you’re just .. always out, y’know. we haven’t seen each other in weeks.” as you lifted the tray, vi lifted her touch to let you place the cookies in the oven.

“as much as i hate to admit — your absence is killing me.” oh, how touch-deprived you were. it was expressed by the hurt tone of your soft voice. you missed her so much.

“yeah? well guess what, me too, cupcake.” vi admitted, and you stood straight before her after. your gaze softened the slightest, pupils dilating the largest as it ran over vi’s face, subtly admiring her features as you did. “i don’t see it.”

“let me make it up to you then.”

———

ouuhh.. this was messy.. anyway!

lemme know if u guys want the continuation :3 will contain smut ofc

#i’m pulling out the ‘english isn’t my first language’ card #vi arcane #vi x reader #rugby vi truthers RISE!!!!#college au

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desideriumwriter · 3 months ago

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Anyone But You | Chapter 13

Summary: You arrive at the Burrow, surprise everyone with your gifts to the twins, get caught greiving again, and end up in a bed you've been in before. Only this time, you were sharing it with someone you never thought you would.

CW: crying, tension tension tension, just awkwardness

WC: 3.6k

A/N: these next few chapters are gonna get real interesting, just bare w/ me yall

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You were staying in Percy’s old room for the days you were staying, Angelina sharing it with you.

It was terrifyingly clean compared to the twins' room, you honestly wondered how Percy managed to live on the same floor for them for so long.

As you waited for everyone else to show up, you wandered around the living room, taking a look around at the family portraits and pictures on the wall.

Your eyes stopped on a familiar one, the picture from when the family took a trip to Egypt, their picture that landed in the newspaper. You really only remembered it because Ron was basically showing it to everyone that passed by him.

“Ah, I’m sure you remember Ron showing you this one.” Fred appeared from behind you, you jumped a bit in surprise. Goddamn ghost.

“Who are those two? Never seen them before.” You pointed to the two unfamiliar boys.

“Oh, those are my older brothers.” He leaned over to point. Your breath hitched at the way his arm hovered over your shoulder, his chest so close to your back.

“That’s Bill, he's the oldest, works as a curse-breaker in Egypt,” He said as he pointed to the long haired boy, then moving his finger over to the other boy, who had a large burn showing on his arm. “That’s Charlie, a bloody legend at Quidditch. He was Gryffindor captain.”

“What does he do now?” You turned to look at him for a second. Merlin, your faces were so close to each other.

“He works with dragons. He's the one that helped bring them to Hogwarts for the tournament.” Fred didn’t realize how he’d lead you back to that night until he saw your eyes flicker a bit. Oh, now he just felt bad and embarrassed.

You felt embarrassed as well, feeling stupid that even the smallest mention of the tournament would bring you back to Cedric’s death.

“Prefects. Both of them.” Fred blurted out, his attempt to shake you from your thoughts. “Mum was unhappy when neither me nor George were picked to be one last year. She said we broke the pattern.” He murmured.

“You and him have set off dungbombs multiple times. In several different places of the school. She really thought they’d choose one of you?” You let out a breathy laugh.

“Still so snarky. I thought we had something good going.” He dramatically sighed and pouted out his bottom lip.

“In your dreams.” You mocked, both of your heads turning when you heard the flame from the chimney spark up.

Katie stood there with raised eyebrows, surprised at the sight of Fred and you so close to one another, you quickly split away from each other.

“Hi Katie! Great to see you made it!” He cleared his throat, trying to pretend she didn’t see you two with your faces so close.

Fred so easily carried on, so easily pretended like you were never that close just a few seconds ago. That he wasn’t staring down at your lips. The butterflies in your stomach were still fluttering.

Fred calling your name broke you out of your thoughts.

“Could you show Katie where your twos room is at? After you can come down and we can get started with the cake and presents.” He happily rubbed his hands together like a giddy child, you just nodded and gestured to Alicia to come with you.

Katie thankfully never mentioned the sight she saw of Fred and you. Only asked you how you were doing and made casual small talk.

The table was crowded as everyone pulled up extra chairs to the table to sit and watch the twins open their gifts.

They went through their gifts politely but tearing open the wrapping paper as excited teenage boys do. Your stomach flipped once they got to yours, you hoped the smaller enchanted boxes were enough to throw them off with their guesses of what it was.

They eagerly opened each of their own boxes. Faces dropping in shock as they pulled out their gifts.

“Are these the newest model of the beaters bats?” George asked, his jaw ajar as he stared at you. Fred followed with the same look.

“I remember hearing you guys talk about how your personal practice bats were getting old and close to breaking so…” You shrugged nervously, clearing your throat. Everyone’s eyes in the room were on you in all the equal amount of shock.

You gave a small smile.

“Oh dearie, how much did you spend on those? I can-“

“It’s fine. Mrs.Wea- Molly, you don’t have to pay me back. I’m happy that I bought these for them.” That last sentence is something you’d never expect to come out of your mouth.

You were glad you bought something for the twins? Who would’ve expected you to ever say that.

Fred noticed your nervousness, you weren’t a fan of everyone’s attention being on you. He cleared his throat.

“I think George is about to take a bite out of the wrapping paper if we don’t eat cake soon.” Fred joked, turning Mrs.Weasleys and everyone else’s attention to the cake now.

Thankfully everyone had moved onto their own conversations with each other once everyone had gotten a slice of dessert.

Yet, Mrs.Weasley urged for you to allow her to pay you however much the bats cost back. You made up a lie that you got a discount on them from your dads friend. Which she most likely didn’t completely believe you about, but she sighed and gave up on trying to convince you.

Afterwards the adults split off into their own group outside, the rest of you changed into pajamas and crowded into the living room to watch a cheesy muggle movie to laugh at.

Before the film started George brought out a handful of celebration crackers, forcing everyone to grab one and wear the small paper crowns that popped out of them.

Fred and you were the only ones that got pink crowns.

During a boring part of the movie, you went into the kitchen to refill your glass with a bit of elderflower wine that the twins had snuck from their mum.

Footsteps followed across the wooden floor behind you.

A hand slid over a second glass, you looked up and of fucking course, it was Fred.

“Pour me some too?” He asked, jerking his head to his glass. You sighed and poured the liquid in his glass as well.

You immediately turned as soon as you grabbed your glass, wanting to escape any moment alone with Fred that could turn into-

“Hold on, your crown’s a bit lopsided.” Fred stopped you, his hands reaching up to fix the paper crown, pulling it down, trying not to tear the thin paper. His hands were so gentle, so careful.

“There! Prim and proper!” He gave you a shoulder dusting and put his hands on his hips like a proud mother.

You let out a puzzled breathy laugh and walked away, trying to ignore that weird hitch you felt when his hands felt so close to your face.

After the movie ended and conversation became slow, you all went upstairs and to your rooms.

“You and Fred eh?” Angelina teased as you threw your pillow you brought onto the spare mattress. You offered to sleep on the extra mattress, letting Katie and Angelina sleep on Percy’s old bed.

“Don’t start.” You half jokingly pointed a threatening finger at her, already knowing the intention behind her words, “There’s nothing between me and him.”

“Nothing except the raging boner he has for y-“ Her sentence was cut short by you flinging your pillow at her, making her nearly double over in laughter.

“She has a point…in a way. We all saw the way he and you were sneaking glances at the table, and on the couch.” Angelina plopped down on the bed next to Katie, who was finally beginning to cool down. You just shook your head, taking your pillow back.

“No, no! Don’t deny it! You two were giving each other eyes all night! ” Angelina poised as she began to shuffle under the covers of the bed, Katie following.

“We weren’t! I’ve been interacting with him as little as possible this entire time.” You were lying straight through your teeth, horribly too. They didn’t believe you, you didn’t even believe yourself. You knew your own words weren’t true.

“Oh fuck off.” Katie laughed in disbelief, “As little as possible? When I first got here the space between you two by the fireplace seemed quite little.” She teased, you felt your cheeks flush as Angelina broke into a grin.

“What? Wait- hold on- what are you talking about?” Angelina darted her eyes between the both of you, your denies were quickly cut off as Katie began to talk.

“When I arrived in the chimney, she and Fred were like two inches apart, looking at each other like they were about to kiss.” Katie scoffed and pointed at you, your jaw dropped.

“He was explaining the pictures on the wall to me!” You exclaimed.

“Oh my- Just admit it! You’ve clearly gotten a liking for him!” Katie groaned out, rubbing her hands down her face.

“I don’t! I’m only here because he’s been way too nice to me lately. I’m neutral about him at the most.”

“Y/N. You got him and George the newest beaters bats.” Katie deadpanned.

“You from six months ago would’ve thrown up if you knew that in the future you actually bought the twins gifts, nice gifts.” Angelina added in, nodding.

You groaned and fell back against the mattress.

“Fine, I got both of them good gifts! I’ve grown accustomed to the twins. Maybe just a tiny bit fond of them, alright?” You muttered, pulling your blanket over your body, settling in.

“Yeah, yeah, we’ll see how long you keep this act up.” Angelina teased before turning off the lamp behind the bed, telling you goodnight as you did the same.

Too many things kept you up. Angelina and Katie’s teasing words. That weird feeling in your stomach you’ve started to get when you stand next to Fred. How close your faces were to each other the other day.

And the lingering reminders of your dead best friend. That was the worst. You wished it’d stop. How do you forget about losing someone you grew up with?

You weren’t anywhere near being able to sleep, and shifting around on the mattress was hopeless. Sitting up, you were able to see Angelina and Katie in the dark room, they were both knocked out and sleeping peacefully.

You snuck out the room, cringing as the floorboards creaked underneath your feet.

The window at the end of the hallway let in enough moonlight for you to be able to see your surroundings.

You weren’t really sure where to go, it felt weird if you went to sit downstairs. It was nearing three in the morning and everyone was asleep.

Instead of going downstairs, you sat along the top step of the stairs. Not sure what good this would do, it’s just about the same as lying awake in the bed.

You traced over the small floral patterns on the wallpaper with your finger, doing anything to keep you busy from your thoughts.

It was so silent in the house, the quiet was scary compared to the amount of noise going on just a few hours ago. Everyone caught up in their own conversations, laughing at jokes or stories, the drunk and tipsy singing and cheering from the adults. Now the place was so calm and silent you could hear a pin drop.

A door squeaked open and the sound of feet against wood made you whip your head around towards the noise.

Fred was standing in front of his bedroom door, squinting and rubbing his eye.

“Y/N? What’re you doing out here?” He asked as he yawned.

“Couldn’t sleep. Again.” You shrugged, placing your hands on your knees. “What’d you come out here for?” You rubbed your hands back and forth on your pajama bottoms.

“I heard sniffling.”

“Oh. Sorry.” You mumbled, embarrassed at not realizing you were being loud. Fred walked over to you, stopping and standing next to you as he looked down at your gloomy face.

“You alright?” He said so softly, voice nearly a whisper. He took a seat next to you on the old wooden step, being sure to scoot and leave a good amount of space between you too.

Your answer to his question was a weak shrug. You stared and fidgeted with your fingers, blinking away the glaze forming in your eyes.

“Were you thinking about him again?” Fred hesitated before he asked, you just frowned and nodded. He let out a sympathetic hum in response.

“Our last conversation was about you.” You blurted out, Fred’s head immediately turned to you, a strange shocked expression on his face.

“It was nothing bad, I mean, I was annoyed as always but we were just talking about how I was going to give you your hat back.” Fred just nodded in response, really not sure how to respond.

“Fred. Why’d you forgive me so easily?” You sniffled, “I know I was crying and all, but you didn’t have to forgive me out of pity.” You looked at him.

“It wasn’t out of pity.” Fred let out an unbothered scoff, “I could never really hold a grudge against you. I missed annoying you.” He tilted his head teasingly, you let out a weak laugh then sniffled.

“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be all depressed on your birthday.” You looked at your feet as you wiped your eyes.

“Well it’s past midnight, so it isn’t my birthday anymore.” He shrugged, slipping his hands into the front pockets of his plaid pajama pants. You rolled your eyes playfully, sniffling.

Holding it together for a few seconds, then breaking down into small cries again.

“I’m sorry, I’m- I think about how I knew him for so long, and now that he’s gone I just…I feel so alone. I just feel so stupid.” You sighed out, feeling embarrassed and pathetic at how vulnerable you were being. Fred stood up.

“Come on.” He breathed out, it almost sounded like a disappointed sigh. You stared at him with a perplexed look as he stood up and walked a few steps down the hallway, waving you over.

“Come on, you can sleep in my bed for the night.”

The weird thing about this was that you didn’t grimace or cringe at his suggestion. You didn’t refuse, you stared and hesitated for a second before getting up and going along with him.

George was already knocked out on his bed when you walked in. On his stomach in a starfish position and snoring. It got a small laugh out of you and Fred.

As you settled under Fred’s blankets, you remembered how comfortable it was from the one time you slept in it after the attack during the summer.

“Are you sure you’re okay with me sharing the bed? I can sleep on the floor if you want.” Fred whispered, trying to not wake up George. It would be awkward if he saw you in his brother's bed.

“Yeah, it’s fine. Thanks.” You whispered back before turning on your side, back towards Fred and front facing the wall as you felt the mattress dip as he got on.

It was quite cramped, his twin sized bed was not big enough to fit two people, especially not with Fred’s tall frame. You laid with your backs facing each other.

You tried your best to keep your eyes closed, but you couldn’t, you were stuck looking at the wall. You opened your mouth to speak, searching for words.

“Fred?”

“Yeah?”

“Will you hold me?” Maybe it was the tiny bit of elderwine you had earlier talking, maybe it was the tiredness, maybe it was that you felt really fucking sad, and you needed comfort.

You knew Fred and you weren’t exactly friends, but right now you're all this is the most comfort you could get at this moment.

“Um, yeah.” He cleared his throat, slightly confused but understanding. You felt the mattress shift as he turned to face you, his warm hands snaked around your waist, stopping and resting at your stomach. He gently pulled you close, your back touching his chest. The close contact made your breath hitch.

“Is this okay?” He asked softly, not moving his hands any more.

“It’s fine, yeah. Thank you.” You said quietly, nodding and finally being able to close your eyes and keep them closed. It doesn’t take long for you to fall asleep after that. Your mind is quiet and you're comfortable for once.

You wake up to Fred unconsciously flipping on his back, still asleep. You’re faced towards him, your head laying somehow comfortably on his arm.

The sun is peeking through the half closed blinds, stripes of gold light beam down across his face, enhancing the sight of his long eyelashes, his slightly parted lips, the freckles all along his face. You could probably count each one with how close you were to him. His long orange hair is splayed all over the pillow, it looks really soft. He’s got a pretty face, you must admit.

It’s quite nice when he isn’t talking. He looks nice. This is nice.

“You’re staring.” Fred mumbles with his eyes still closed, a meek smile on his lips. Your eyes widen for a second in shock that you’ve been caught without him even opening his eyes.

“I think my arms’ gone numb. I can’t feel it.” He said through another sleepy mumble.

“Oh, right.” You sat up, the sleepiness quickly leaving you and being replaced by realization of where you were. The embarrassment set in and you scrambled to climb over Fred and stand up. A very awkward position.

George's bed was empty. There was no way he didn’t see you and his brother sharing a bed. Great.

“I’m gonna go brush my teeth.” You sputtered out and headed for the door, wanting to get out soon as possible. "Don’t you dare tell anyone about this." You stopped and turned back towards him, pointing a threatening finger at him, your tone falling back into the frustrated one you always would have around the twins.

"Wasn't planning on it." He shrugged after holding himself up by his forearms. Eyes squinty and sleepy, his hair messy and sticking up in some places, severe bedhead. It was kind of cute in a way.

“I won’t let this make anything awkward between us, you know.” He added, unbothered.

“There is no us.” You shook your head before leaving. There you went again, reverting back to your harshness to deny it all.

It was honestly hard to hate Fred as much as you used to. To be fair, it’s hard to have that pure hatred for someone after they’ve stroked your hair while you’ve cried in their arms. Twice.

It’s hard to hate someone when you’ve shared a bed and fallen asleep with them holding you.

You looked away as you gave him a stiff nod, leaving the room in an obviously flustered manner.

As you returned to the room across the hall, planning to grab your toothbrush and toothpaste from your bag.

Angelina was already sitting up in the bed and stretching, the spot where Katie was empty. Her belongings were gone as well too.

“‘Morning.” Angelina mumbled as she rubbed sleep from her eyes.

“Morning. Did Katie leave already?”

“Yeah, her parents had some surprise trip planned.” Angelina yawned, “I can see you slept well, I saw that you chose a different bed last night when I got up to use the bathroom.” She grinned evilly at you, you rolled your eyes.

“I can explain-“

“I don’t think I need you to. I'd rather not hear the details.” Angelina chuckled, your jaw dropped slightly once you realized what she thought had gone down.

“It was not what you think it was! We didn’t…sleep together. Not like that.” You whispered out the word, “We slept in the same bed but nothing more than that.”

“Except some cuddling?” She raised her brows at you.

“Listen, I was sad and probably tipsy and I wanted comfort.”

“You could’ve gotten comfort from me or Katie.” She shrugged. You stammered as you tried to find words, she was right.

“It’s not that simple.”

“Yeah, because you're in love with Fred, not us.”

“I’m not in love with him!” Angelina shot you a look and you broke, “Okay, maybe, I have grown fond of him. But I’m not in love with him. It’s driving me insane, I used to hate him!” You groaned as you plopped down onto the edge of the bed.

“Used to. That’s the important part.” Angelina pointed at you with a smile. Happy to finally get you to admit that you did have some sort of liking towards Fred. You let out a sound of frustration as you put your head in your hands.

Angelina shifted and removed her legs from under the covers, stretching them before standing up and yawning once again.

“I’m gonna go find George. Good luck with this new chapter in your life. It’s really not that bad.” Angelina said as she patted you on the shoulder, leaving the room with just you in it as she went downstairs.

The worst part is that it was comfortable being so close to Fred.

No. The worst part was that Fred looked gorgeous in the sunlight. You couldn’t get the image of his stupid gorgeous face out of your head.

You had no idea how you were going to deal with these intruding feelings.

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music-tourney · 6 months ago

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Here are the entries to the 2000s tourney:

Pokerface by Lady Gaga

Welcome to the Black Parade by My Chemical Romance

Toxic by Britney Spears

Sk8ter Boi by Avril Lavigne

All my Life by Foo Fighters

American Idiot by Green Day

1985 by Bowling for Soup

Take Me Out by Franz Ferdinand

Somebody Told Me by the Killers

Hey There Delilah by Plain White Tees

Feel Good Inc by the Gorillaz

Sugar we're goin down by Fallout Boy

Brave as a noun by AJJ

Hot N Cold by Katy Perry

Single Ladies (Put a Ring On It) by Beyonce

The Dog Days are Over by Florence + the Machine

Seven Nation Army by White Stripes

Kryptonite by 3 Doors Down

She Hates Me by Puddle Of Mudd

Stacy's Mom by Fountains for Wayne

All the Small Things By Blink 182

Since U Been Gone by Kelly Clarkson

Hurt by Johnny Cash

Hey Ya by Outkast

Rehab by Amy Winehouse

Stan by Eminem

Do you realize by The Flaming Lips

Sexyback by Justin Timberlake

Party in the USA by Miley Cyrus

Drops of Jupiter (Tell Me) by Train

Californication by the Red Hot Chili Peppers

Fireflies by Owl City

TiK ToK by Ke$ha

Gives you Hell by All American Rejects

Paper Planes by M.I.A.

Can't get you out of my head by Kylie Monogue

I write sins not tragedies by Panic! At the Disco

Short Skirt/Long Jacket by CAKE

Teenage Dirtbag by Wheatus

Bring Me to Life by Evanescence

Before he cheats by Carrie Underwood

Vida La Vida by Coldplay

Photograph by Nickelback

99 Problems by Jay-Z

Hash Pipe by Weezer

A Thousand Miles by Vanessa Carlton

Love Story by Taylor Swift

Unwell by MatchBox Twenty

Yeah! by Usher

Dilemma by Nelly and Kelly Rowland

Beautiful by Christina Aguilera

My Hips Don't Lie by Shakira

I gotta Feeling by Black Eyed Peas

Hollaback Girl by Gwen Stefani

Watcha Say by Jason Derulo

Drop it like it's Hot by Snoop Dogg

Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield

Numb by Linkin Park

Umbrella by Rihanna

Crazy in Love by Beyonce and Jay Z

How to Save a Life by The Fray

Get the Party Started by P!nk

Survivor By Destiny's Child

Everytime we touch by Cascada

Beautiful Girls by Sean Kingston

Bad day by Daniel Powter

Chop Suey By System of a Down

I'm Yours by Jason Mraz

Crazy by Gnarls Barkley

The Middle by Jimmy Eat World

Harder Better Faster Stronger by Daft Punk

Chewing Gum by Annie

Lollipop by Mika

It's gonna be Me By Nsync

Low by Flo Rida

Fuck the pain away by Peaches

Misery Business by Paramore

It's my life by Bon Jovi

The Past Is a Grotesque Animal by Of Montreal

Work It by Missy Elliott

Butterfly by Crazy Town

Caramelldansen by Caramell

In da Club by 50 Cent

4 minutes by Madonna and Justin Timberlake

White Flag by Dido

Beautiful Day by U2

Fallin by Alicia Keys

All for you by Janet Jackson

Bootylicious by Destiny's Child

This Love by Maroon 5

Milkshake by Kelis

Smooth Criminal by alien Ant Farm

I'm a Believer by Smash Mouth

Sandstorm by Darude

I believe in a thing called love by the darkness

Float On by Modest Mouse

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konkadra · 2 months ago

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It seems to me that if Alicia were an animagus, she would turn into a butterfly. At first I thought she would be a fox, but for some reason now I see her as a butterfly.

#sketch #art #doddle #moomin #snufkin #alicia #snufcia #alicia moomin #moominvalley #moomins #moomin fanart #snufkin fanart #harry potter #animagus #Alice moomin

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forever-rogue · 1 year ago

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Okay so normally I’d do this off anon, but honestly I’m really hurt by it and just wanna submit something for your writing pleasure if you’d like to write something like it. So recently I was meant to meet up with someone that I thought was so different than other dudes I talked to and he just completely ghosted me. He used to wake me up with good morning beautiful messages and now I’m left with absolutely nothing. I was hoping you could make on where that happens but it’s like a mess up with the towers or something and then Eddie or Steve shows up with flowers and everything like days later when they realize the readers not gotten any of their messages. They explain it and show them how they didn’t go through and reader just throws themselves into their arms crying and saying that they didn’t think they were good enough for them but the boys just prove to them how amazing and wonderful they are.

AN | This would feel so terrible! Luckily, Eddie is not the type of guy to just ghost someone 🥰

Warnings | Mild Language

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 3.3k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

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"You're doing it again," you looked up from your phone and found Alicia watching you with a knowing little smile. Your entire face flushed with warmth as you locked your phone and tucked it away, "mhmm, just like I thought."

"Shut up," you groaned, throwing her the middle finger as you walked to the kitchen. She might have been your best friend and your roommate, but damn. She read you too well sometimes, "mind your business."

"How am I supposed to mind my business when you're pining over some boy?" She sang the last word and you business yourself with making some tea, "a certain boy that calls you princess and beautiful and angel. Now that's like romance novel level shit."

"I…no, ugh. Stop," you pleaded with her, trying to hide the fact that you were grinning widely and flushed like crazy, "he doesn't do that."

"I've seen the texts," she tutted and you hid your face behind your hands, "its alright, babe! I think it's really sweet actually. He's totally into you."

"Maybe," you sighed softly, "but I do like him a lot. He's really sweet."

"Are you going to see him again?" Yeah, you sure hoped you would. The first date with Eddie had been nothing short of magical. You didn't believe in love at first sight or anything of the sort…but Eddie definitely had you questioning that. And that was scary in and of itself, "I feel like you need to. I'm personally invested."

"I will," you promised, tummy swirling with butterflies. The mere thought of seeing his pretty face again made your heart flutter, "I want to see him again. Alicia, ugh, I really like him already."

"So romantic," she agreed as you put a little honey in your tea. You stirred it thoughtfully before taking a long, slow sip. You hoped the tea and its magical powers would cause your head to remain straight and your thinking in order. Before you could say anything else your phone lit up with an incoming FaceTime call, "speak of the devil."

Your heart started to pitter patter excitedly as you contemplated whether or not to answer it. Obviously you wanted but you didn't want to seem too desperate. You looked at Alicia and she just pushed the phone towards you.

With a groan you grabbed your tea and phone and rushed to your room, accidentally slamming the door behind you.

"Sorry!" You called out before taking a moment to catch your breath before answering the call. Your heart almost stopped when you saw his pretty face beaming at you through the screen, "hi."

"Hey pretty girl," oh no. His voice was soft and smooth like honey and velvet. He was definitely going to be the death of you, "how're you?"

"Hi handsome," you set the tea down and flopped onto your bed, trying to act calm and casual, "I'm alright! Just got home a little bit ago. Work was…rough. Just one of those days I guess. How are you?"

"Ahh, you know, same old, same old. Got some pretty rad ideas for DnD for the next time the kids are in town," he waved his hand around, causing you to giggle. He was always so expressive, and it was a quality you enjoyed about him, "but my day is much better now that I've gotten to see your pretty face."

"Stop," you buried your face into your pillows, groaning loudly as Eddie laughed. He loved getting you all flustered and shy, "you're being gross and mushy!"

"I'm only being honest," when you allowed yourself to look back at your phone you found him smiling softly, "I've got a question for you, if I may."

"Of course…"

"Will you," he paused for dramatic effect, leaning in closer, "go on another date with me? Maybe this Saturday if it's not too crazy of an ask?"

"Yes!" Your answer was given without hesitation, so excited that it caught both of you off guard. Eddie's cheeks pinked as you gnawed on your bottom lip, "I mean.. yeah, that'd be cool. Totally works for me. I'm so cool and calm about all of this."

"Such a little dork," he leaned back, stretching and taking a moment to collect himself. He didn't want to seem too desperate, and the fact that you were so eager made him feel so good. He'd never had someone make him feel this way before; but he'd known from the start that you were special, "I like it - you."

"Me too," you promised softly, "what did you have in mind?"

"Let me surprise you," he suggested and your curiosity parked up, "I'll pick you up and we can go on an adventure. Whaddaya say?"

"Sounds like you've got yourself a date," the two of you exchanged shy smiles, the anticipation buzzing between the two of you, "now, tell me about these DnD ideas!"

Eddie was so easy to listen to and got so excited that it made you excited. You didn't really understand much of what he was saying, but you still enjoyed listening to him talk about his passions.

This was going to be a problem. You really liked Eddie Munson. It was almost scary how fast and easily it all happened.

Just like that.

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You had a couple of days before you were going out with Eddie again and you'd been buzzing with energy the whole time. You were so excited to see him again. You'd only known him for a little over a month but it felt like you'd known him forever. Everything came so easily with him, so naturally. It was like your heart had been waiting for something all this time and you'd finally found that in Eddie.

And it all felt so great.

Until it didn't.

It was Wednesday morning, and when you checked your phone after you got up, you didn't have anything from Eddie. Which was odd considering you'd woken up to good morning texts from him for the last month. You tried to push down your disappointment and figured that maybe he was just really busy. He wouldn't ignore you purposefully.

You went about your morning routine and headed out to work, still without having heard from Eddie. By the time you went to grab lunch, you decided to text him. You'd been getting nervous and wanted to make sure he was alright. It was so strange not to hear from him at all, especially when you'd grown so used to talking to him throughout the day.

Unfortunately your text went unanswered. By the time you got home, you were both worried and mildly annoyed. He could have spared you at least a quick text or something.

"What's got you so upset?" Alicia clocked your mood as soon as she walked in the door. You were leaning against the kitchen counter, clutching a glass of wine as you stared off in thought. You thought you were hiding your dour attitude a little better than that. Apparently you were very wrong.

"Nothing," you drained the rest of your glass and shrugged your shoulders. Alicia grabbed the glass and set it onto the counter, raising an eyebrow at you, "fine. Eddie hasn't texted me all day."

"What?" Her mouth formed a small o in surprise as you nodded, feeling pathetic, "how…why. That doesn't make sense! He's practically in love with you."

"Okay, that's dramatic but yeah," you let out a long, heavy sigh, "its just weird. He's not normally radio silent. He says something at least but I haven't heard a thing today. I hope nothing is wrong and he's okay."

“Let’s not go to that extreme either,” she gently nudged your side, “I’m sure everything’s fine. Maybe he forgot to hit send on his text or he’s just really busy. You’ll have a good night or good morning text tomorrow for sure.”

“I hope so,” you grabbed the bottle of wine and poured the last of it into your glass. Drinking wasn’t the answer, but it did cut through some of your nerves, “I don’t think he’s the type to just suddenly ghost me, but I guess nothing these days is that surprising.”

“He wouldn’t,” she promised softly, “and if he did, we’ll track him down and make him suffer. I got you, babe.”

“Thanks,” you couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up and escaped your lips. You were willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. You just hoped he wouldn’t disappoint you.

You contemplated sending him a good night text night, going back and forth on it for way too long before deciding fuck it. You highly doubted that you would come off as clingy and even if you did, you didn’t care. After over a month and a half of constantly talking, this was such a strange change of pace.

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The next morning your texts remained unanswered and there was nothing new. The only notifications you had were the usual ones from your friends. You weren’t sure if you should be annoyed or worried. Your second date was supposed to be the following day but at this point you weren’t so sure that was going to happen.

In a spur of the moment decision, you decided to try and call him. But as soon as you hit the green button to call him, the call went straight to voicemail. Alright…so more than likely his phone was dead. That wasn’t so strange, right? Eddie was a self-confessed scatterbrain so he’d probably neglected to charge his point the night before. You hadn’t left a voicemail, instead shooting him a text to find later asking if he was okay.

All you could now was wait…and hope that you heard something from him. You had been so sure and convinced that Eddie was one of the good ones and hated the idea that you had been wrong all this time.

But as the time wore on, your phone remained drier than the sahara. You hated that every time you received any sort of notification you scrambled to grab your phone, hanging onto the last bits of hope that you were going to hear from Eddie. Your abysmal hopes were crushed by the end of the night as you crawled into bed and went to sleep. You didn’t bother to try and reach out to him again.

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Saturday rolled around and you felt absolutely crushed. You were supposed to have your second date with Eddie that evening but didn’t even hold out any hope for it considering that he’d been mia for over two days now. The outfit you’d picked for your date tonight was hanging against your closet door, taunting you. You’d thrown it together as soon as you’d ended your last facetime call with Eddie.

With a heavy heart you pulled off the back of the door and set the hanger back among your other clothes. You’d decided to busy yourself with doing some of the chores around the apartment that you’d been putting off including going through and organizing your makeup and closet. Anything to keep your mind off the fact that you’d been ghosted, stood up, whatever you wanted to call it.

Alicia worked this weekend, so at least you had the place to yourself to wallow around and be sad in peace. Despite the fact that you’d basically been dodging her as much as possible, she knew what was up; she was your best friend after all. She’d already started planning a girls’ date night for a few days from now when she was off to surprise you and hopefully cheer you up. She was such a kind spirit and you loved her a lot.

You decided to text Eddie one more time, probably a desperate attempt. You wanted to see if he was at least willing to give you some sort of explanation for his sudden disappearance. You felt like you were owed that much at the very least, right? After all those sweet words and plans you were left with nothing. A small part of you was still worried that something had happened to him, but it was unlikely that something that bad had happened.

You spent the day working yourself to the bone before taking a hot shower and calling it a night early. At least if you were sleeping your thoughts wouldn’t keep wandering everywhere.

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Sunday came and you were up bright and early. Your body really didn’t want you to get any extra rest despite it being the weekend. You stared at the ceiling for a while before getting up to start getting around to doing things. You felt so pathetic being so hung up over a boy but you know, the heart wants what it wants or whatever that expression was.

You’d taken the time to make some breakfast and coffee and sat at the kitchen counter, scrolling through your social media feeds as you ate. It was a random knocking on the door that caused you to startle. You set down your coffee as you slid off the stool with a grumble as you walked to the door. You didn’t even bother to see who was at the door before cracking it open.

“Yes?” you asked, brushing some of your wild bed head out of the face.

“Hiya,” you knew that voice. You knew that voice. You looked up and there was Eddie Munson standing in front of you, pink cheeks and a boutique of your favorite flowers in one hand. He held up his hand in a weak little wave as you opened and closed your mouth like a fish out of water.

“Hi?” you asked as he scratched at the back of his neck awkwardly, “Eddie, what are you doing here?”

“Umm, well, I hadn’t heard from you in a few days so I figured I’d come say hi,” he sounded so nervous as confusion marred your face, “that sounds so pathetic and I feel like some weird stalker. It was just that we’d agreed on a second date and then I hadn’t heard from you and it just felt off. I thought we’d been getting along so well and I, umm, I…I really like you. I also just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“What are you talking about?” you weren’t totally tracking what he was saying but he seemed so genuine and sincere, “Eddie, I haven’t gotten any texts or anything in days from you.”

“What are you talking about?” he was shaking his head, a few curls falling out of his messy bun, “i’ve been texting you and everything.”

He looked so crestfallen at your words that it did make your heart stumble for a few beats. But then you remembered the upset you had gone through the last couple of days and you shook your head. The tension flowing between the two of you was palpable, “that’s such a bullshit story, Eddie. Did you come here because you got bored or something?”

“I mean it,” in his haste to show that he wasn’t lying, he almost shoved the flowers into your hands as he reached into his back pocket to pull out his phone. He fumbled around for a moment, hands shaking with nerves as he tried to pull up the messages that he’d been sending to you…allegedly. Eventually he pulled up your message string and turned his phone around to show you everything.

You made a small sound of surprise when you saw a slew of texts that he had sent to over the last few days. For whatever reason your texts hadn't gone through to him….just as his hadn’t sent to you. You Sighed heavily, letting out a breath of exasperation as you shook your head. You blinked back a few tears as he let out a nervous laugh, “Eddie…”

“I don’t know what happened,” he said softly, “but umm, I didn’t want you to think that I just ignored you and I wanted to make sure nothing happened. It just was weird not hearing from you again. You can look through my phone i-if you want. I’m not talking to anyone else or anything, only you.”

“I don’t know what happened,” you set the flowers down gently on the granite countertop before taking his hand and pulling him into the apartment. You closed the door and handed him back his phone before grabbing your own and showing him the same thing on your end. You watched his eyes widen in surprise, “but I was worried about you too.”

“Yeah?” his big brown eyes lit up with excitement as you nodded, “umm, I can go if you’d like. I’m not sure where to go from here or even if you’d still want to-”

You knew he was a nervous rambler, it had been one of the first endearing qualities you’d noticed about him. But this time, you cut him off by taking his face in your hands and kissing him. That seemed to shut him up immediately and his hands found your waist as he pulled you closer to him. Neither of you wanted to let go, only pulling apart when you both needed a breath of air.

“Umm, does that mean you don’t want me to go?” his cheeks were a dark pink and you couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled up and escaped your lips. You put your hand on his face and gently brushed your thumb over his cheek.

“I don’t want you to go,” you confirmed softly. Relief flooded throughout your body and all the worry and anxiety you’d been experiencing were slowly leaving. You hadn’t been imagining that Eddie really liked you - he did. He did.

“Cool,” he gnawed on the inside of his cheek for a moment, “I don’t want to go either. I was hoping you hadn’t totally decided you didn’t want anything to do with me anymore. ‘Cause I kinda really like you already.”

“I kinda really like you too,” you promised, the two of you exchanging shy smiles and nervous chuckles. You didn’t know why your texts hadn’t gone through to him and vice versa but it really didn’t matter. You were just thankful, among many other things, that he had cared enough to come and find you. Eddie Munson really hadn’t turned out to be one of those guys, “thank you for coming, and the flowers. That was really sweet of you.”

“Of course,” he smiled softly, “I know this is short notice but would you want to go out with me today? We can still do what I had planned for last night.”

“Right now?” you grew excited as you rocked back and forth on your heels.

“Right now,” he confirmed as you nodded, “but I can let you change first. I mean, you look gorgeous even in pajamas, but you might want some real shoes at least.”

“Oh,” you just realized that you were still in sleep shorts and a tank top with messy hair, “oh. Yeah, changing might be a good idea first. But then I’d love you to go out with you, Eddie.”

“Rad,” he whispered more to himself than anything else, “one more thing since I hadn’t been able to say it in a few days - good morning, sweetheart.”

“Good morning handsome,” you leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips, “I’m so glad you’re here.”

“Me too,” he stole another kiss from you, “me too.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson imagine #joseph quinn #st

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not-rab · 2 years ago

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for the asks: Butterflies, question 6

6: What makes this fic special or different from all your other fics?

hm idk.. i think it’s bcz it was the first fic i ever completed and it’s the one with the most kudos/comments atm <3

it’s also sort of how i imagine their lives should’ve gone (if it had 21st century muggle technology)

#fic: Butterflies #a03 username: xpandorasbox #alicia’s asks

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pottersfia · 2 years ago

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Hello! Just wanted to say I love your work

May i ask for a George Weasley x F!reader?

(They have basically had a crush on eachother for a while but none of them have confessed)

We can say that everyone has their own dorms :)

George and y/n have always had a flirty relationship/friendship, but never done anything. Thats till one night when her, George and friends were playing truth or dare in her dorm.

Angelina dares George to go have 7 minutes in heaven with y/n, they go to the closet. Something “takes over” George and he kisses y/n, he mumbles something like “I’ve been waiting for this for so long” they make out and it gets steamy, but they get interrupted by Angelina when it’s been over 7 minutes.

During the rest of the game they can’t help but keep making eye contact

After the game, everyone leaves, except George. And you can choose what happened next ;))

If you could add something like dirty talk, some light praise etc that would be wonderful!

If fine if you don’t wanna do it, but if you do thank you hun! I can’t wait to see what you will come up with <3

dare | g.w. x fem!reader

summary: a game of truth or dare gets you and george a bit turned on

warnings/content: praise, oral, slight breeding kink, no condom because fiction

a/n: finally finished this one! i hope you like it :)

word count: 2.2k

"truth or dare?" angelina smiled at george waiting for him to answer.

"truth." he replied.

"boringgg." fred practically yelled at him.

"i've done five dares already freddie." he said.

"but i haven't given you a dare yet." angelina said. george rolled his eyes and you laughed at the interaction.

you were hanging out with angelina, alicia, katie, lee, george, and fred in your room. as the night went one you all decided to play truth or dare

"don't chicken out now georgie." you smiled at him. he looked at you and smiled back. with a sigh he said, "all right then, give me a dare."

everyone else attempted but failed at hiding their laughs.

"what's funny?" he says.

"nothing, don't mind us georgie." lee teased only causing the laughter to increase.

it was basically common knowledge that you and george liked each other. you were long time friends and flirted with each other endlessly but for some reason that friendship line was never crossed anymore than that.

your face heated up from the other's actions but thankfully katie spoke up.

"aw, leave him alone. they're quiet now." katie said.

"you guys are so annoying." you forced a laugh.

"ok, i have a dare." angelina said gaining george's attention again. "i dare you to spend seven minutes in the closet with y/n." she smiled. your eyes widened as you glared at her almost saying 'what are you doing?' without really saying it. she shrugged.

"good one, angie." fred said.

"oh mate, that's like your dream come true." lee said.

"stop exaggerating." he replied.

"you don't dream of being alone in a room with me?" you went back to flirting to hide your slight discomfort. george turned to you. at first not saying anything but who was he to deny being alone with you.

"i know you're just dying to go so why don't we?" he stood up and held out his hand to you. you held it and stood up too, walking towards your closet. of course your friends made their comments.

"don't have too much fun!" alicia exclaimed.

"remember we can hear if you're too loud!" said lee

"use protection!" fred added. george opened the door for you and flicked them all off as they laughed before he closed the door. you turned the lights on and heard angelina say. "the timer starts now!"

you looked up at george and smiled at him. "we don't really have to do anything if you don't want to." you said. his smile back at you made you feel that familiar butterfly feeling you always had around him.

"but do you want to do something?" he asked. you opened your mouth to say something but nothing really came out. you wanted to look away from him but the way he was looking at you, you just couldn't. instead you stepped closer to him. it was quiet besides the muffled noise of voices from outside the door. george knew there were many missed opportunities for him to make a move on you, but here he was, staring at you as you stared back and you looked so good, irresistible in his eyes. the opportunity was right in front of him.

he lifted his hand and rested it on your cheek, his thumb slowly rubbing it. your heart beat quickened and you hoped he didn't feel your face heating up. then suddenly, he leaned in connecting your lips. you were so excited you almost forgot to kiss back, but you relaxed into the kiss as he gently placed his other hand on the other side of your face.

he pulled away but still kept his face close to yours as he whispered, "i've been waiting so long for this." your heartbeat quickened and more butterflies erupted in your stomach. you grabbed onto his shirt and pulled him down to kiss him again.

the energy definitely shifted. your lips were moving in perfect sync and your hands roamed all over each other. george kissed the corner of your mouth, your cheek, jawline, and down to your neck. you let out a soft satisfied moan from the sensation. your hands tangled in his hair and he groaned at the feeling.

"don't get t-too carried away." you said slightly pulling him away from your neck.

"don't want me to mark you?" his voice was right in your ear and you swear you could've melted.

"no, i do but," you pushed his head back to make him look at you, "i wanna kiss you more." he smiled at you.

"whatever you wish." just as you were about to kiss once again, the door opened.

"times up lovebirds." angelina said. your eyes widened as you both turned to look at her. you completely forgot about the others. "oh you two are a mess." she laughed. you furrowed your eyebrows and attempted to adjust yourself, so did george.

"shut up." you said as you walked out to join your friends.

"thanks for the dare, angie." george whispered to angelina as he left the closet behind you. she simply winked at him.

the rest of the game was a struggle to say the least. all you could think about was george and what could've happened had you not been interrupted. the two of you kept making eye contact which you swear wasn't on purpose.

"y/n? are you alright?" katie asked you. you quickly looked up at her realizing you probably zoned out. everyone else was looking at you too which didn't help your embarrassment.

"i'm good i think i'm just a little tired." you forced a smile.

"it is pretty late now isn't it." lee yawned.

"yeah, look at alicia." george pointed at the girl who was laid out on angelina's lap fast asleep.

"i think it's time we leave y/n's room for the night before the rest of us end up like her." angelina laughed. everyone agreed and stood up saying their goodbyes.

"i'm gonna stay back for a bit." george said to fred and lee who were the last ones to leave. fred gave a knowing smile and shrugged.

"i guess that dare did you two good." he said. lee laughed.

"shut up." george smiled.

"goodnight!" you waved to them and they left. "so why'd you wanna stay?" you sat down on your bed with your legs crossed and smiled at the boy. he faced you and walked closer to the end of the bed where you sat.

"i just felt like we weren't quite finished with what we started." he said.

"i agree." you repositioned yourself so you were on your knees making your face closer to his. you placed your hands around his shoulders and his fell to your waist. he pulled you closer and once again you found yourself making out with george weasley.

the kiss was soft and passionate. he gently adds his tongue more, slipping it into your mouth. you follow along with his movements as your whole body feels like it's buzzing. suddenly, you get an idea. you peck the boy once more and slightly part away from him with a smile and move your head down but he stops you by lifting your head to look at him with his fingers.

"you're so gorgeous, y/n. the prettiest girl ever." his voice was just above a whisper and you felt your face burn up as you grew practically speechless.

"t-thank you. you're uh," you looked him up and down. his hair was a mess by now thanks to you, his cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were burning into you. you managed to catch your breath as you continued, "you're the prettiest boy i've ever seen." you went back down to place a kiss on his neck. "can i mark you up, pretty boy?" you looked up at him through your eyelashes making the boy even more flustered if that was possible.

"yes please." he nodded. you did your best work on him. kissing all over his skin and eventually taking his shirt off. you switched your focus from his neck to his chest. your hands roamed down his torso and when you felt him clench at your touch, you groped his bulge. "is this ok?" you asked. george looked down at you.

"more than ok. you're doing so good for me." he moaned out. you were more than satisfied with his answer and began to pull his pants down. he helped and kicked them off to the side. george then moved his hands to the bottom of your shirt and pulled it off, leaving you in your bralette. he played with your tits softly squeezing them. he leaned down and kissed your soft skin. you pulled off your bralette and shorts after that leaving you both in your underwear.

"love your body so much. so beautiful." he mumbled as he kissed your nipples. he pushed you down making you lay on your back and hovered over you. he kissed down your body and went straight to your thighs, rubbing the soft skin on your torso with his hands as he kissed your inner thighs. your breath hitched as he kissed you over your underwear. he pulled them off and almost moaned out loud from how wet you were.

"you're so wet for me, sweetheart." he gently rubbed circles on your clit making you softly whine.

"i need you so bad." you breathed out. george looked up at you as he replaced his fingers with his mouth, his tongue making you feel amazing.

you whimpered and moaned from the sensation, gripping his hair as the pressure in your core built up. his tongue went up and down on your clit and you begged him not to stop. his hands squeezed your thighs, the boy was practically in heaven. he felt everytime you made those pretty noises for him or gripped his hair harder out of pleasure and it went straight to is dick.

you started moving more against is face and your moans got higher as you got closer. george noticed and made sure to watch your face as you came on his tongue. he didn’t move until you pulled him away from the over stimulation.

“you did so good, y/n, cumming all over my face.” he kissed right under your bellybutton and moved up to kiss you. you kissed back eagerly.

“let me return the favor?” you began to pull down his underwear and he nodded, helping and kicking them off. you switched positions with george leaning against the headboard and you between his legs. the boy was throbbing. he was already rock hard from eating you out and seeing you between his legs about to suck him off only made it worse.

“let me guide you.” he put his back on the back of your head and you looked up at him replying with a small “okay.”

“stick your tongue out.” he said and you did so. he guided your head down making you lick up the underside of his cock causing him to moan. “open that pretty mouth of yours.” he says and you do making his cock go in your mouth. you swirl your tongue on his tip and move your head up and down. “yeah, that’s a good girl.” he lets out a soft whimper getting you even more wet. you stroke the part of him your mouth can’t reach. you look up to see his face, his mouth is slightly open and his forehead is shiny as his chest quickly moves up and down. the eye contact from you kills him.

“get up, i have to fuck you right now.” he says. you move your head off him and smile. he begins to move but you stop him.

“let me ride you.” his eyes light up and he sits back down watching you climb onto him. you kiss his cheek and grab his cock lining him up with your entrance. as the tip goes in you sink down on him making you both moan out. you lean your head into his shoulder and he rubs your back gently. “you feel so good, love. so warm and tight.” he whispers in your ear. his voice just makes you whine even more. you slowly move your hips and he helps your movements with his hands. you move your head up and holding onto his shoulders you look at him, moving faster.

“oh, just like that. s-so good.” he closes his eyes leaning his head back.

“cum for me, georgie. please, i need it.” you moan. he nods his head. his eyes open and his arm wraps around your torso pulling your body closer to his. he attaches his mouth to your tits and moves you up and down with his arm. you close your eyes taking in the feeling of him filling you up while stimulating your nipples. you reach down and rub your clit.

“mmm, i’m gonna cum,” george whispered.

“fuck your cum in me.” you whisper back. he lets out high pitched “fuck”s as he finally cums in your pussy. you don’t stop moving or touching yourself until you cum too. you stop to catch your breath and lean on him. your chests are heaving as you feel eachother’s heartbeat against your chests.

“you did so good y/n. that felt amazing.” george kissed your forehead making you smile. you leaned up to look at the boy and connected your lips once again.

#george weasley smut #george weasley #george weasley x reader #george weasley x you #george weasley x y/n #george weasley x hufflepuff!reader #george weasley x ravenclaw!reader #george weasley x slytherin!reader #george weasley x fem #george weasley fluff

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onglai · 7 months ago

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The Protokol Gegas episode is kinda important not gonna lie

S1E7 Protokol Gegas is arguably one of the best Ejen Ali episodes where the first major turn in the series takes place. But now I wonder, what if Alicia hadn't been so lucky. What if Ali had just been a bit more of a coward or wasn't fast enough to grab her in time.

What if... Alicia died?

You ever wondered what would have happened? Well, me too. And it's messy.

So, the base assumption is Ali failed to save Alicia for one reason or another.

The immediate consequence is obvious, in that Alicia dies and Ali gets ptsd and survivor's guilt.

The not so immediate consequence however is also obvious... but at the same time may cause unseen butterfly effects.

The major, major one is the Protokol Gegas itself, which nobody has initiated before ever since the Pillar Leaders left Djin/Uno to die five years ago.

Now, the big questions:

Who gave the order: Rizwan

Why: To stop a potential threat to Cyberaya

How: By retrieving Azureum

Victim: Alicia

Now, assuming they did get the Azureum back, assuming they did succeed the mission, Alicia dying has big consequences because of two simple facts:

She wasn't an official agent (plus she was also a kid, but eh, child soldiers and all that)

This was the first time Protokol Gegas was initiated after five years

You think they're just gonna have a funeral and move on? No no no, not a chance. The likelier thing to happen is Rizwan will be put on trial. You don't simply invoke the forbidden words and expect get away scot-free you know. Rizwan ordered Ali to initiate to Protokol Gegas, and since Alicia died in this scenario, he will have to prove why it was necessary for him to sacrifice a team member like that.

Ali and Bakar (and maybe Dos if they detained her) will have to testify as witnesses as they were there during the incident. The judges will be the Pillar leaders themselves while Rizwan will have to be his own lawyer. Perhaps some other agents will defend his case but unless they can give satisfactory answers as to why leaving a teammate was necessary, Rizwan may be put on probation, or worse, be stripped of his agent status.

After that... honestly it's just up to imagination after this point. And I haven't imagined enough to say what can happen.

But that's just my interpretation. What do you think would have happened if the episode didn't go as it did in canon?

#ejen ali #ali ghazali #rizwan #alicia kheng #what if #theory

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pimosworld · 1 year ago

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The ties that bind

Pairing-Dave York x f!reader x Frankie Morales

Series summary- Dave is a private investigator who tracks down soulmates. He’s tasked to find Frankie’s, but what happens when he finds you and wants you all to himself?

CW-18+,MDNI,NSFW, angst,fluff,(m) masturbation,talks of loss of a parent and spouse, kissing,lots of music references, PTSD,slow burn

WK-7.9k

A/N- If I knew what was going to happen with Dave and Frankie I’d tell you but I don’t yet. Santi and Alicia (that’s all I’m going to say). Reader has some tough decisions to make.

[Series Masterlist][Main Masterlist]

Not beta read

Chapter IV

You were starting to worry that Dave hadn’t contacted you since your lunch date. He didn’t really owe you anything. As much work as you’ve done on yourself you can’t quell those thoughts that run wild. What had you done wrong? He seemed genuinely interested in you, but maybe you were reading too much into things.

Your shirt clings to your sweaty skin, another unbearable hot and humid Florida day. The only difference is the store ac went out again and the repair man won’t be able to come in for a few days.

Your current predicament is the only distraction from your own mind threatening to drive you crazy.

You contemplate closing the store for the day as you stare up at the poor excuse for a ceiling fan. Slowly whirling the warm tepid air amongst the room. The sound of the soft crackle of the speaker can be heard signaling the record is done but the back of the store might as well be a mile away.

Your phone buzzes and you glance down seeing Dave’s name on the Lock Screen. Part of you wants to ignore it but you told yourself you would work on not getting upset over trivial things.

“Hello.”

“Hi hummingbird.” He sounds a little distressed and you prepare yourself for the let down. “I’m sorry I haven’t called…or texted.”

“Mmm.”

“There was an emergency and I had to go home. I know that’s no excuse but I want you to know that I’m sorry and I’d like to see you again when I get back.” It’s all rushed out like he’s out of breath but he sounds sincere.

You were honestly expecting him to ignore you and the apology is something foreign to you. Taking accountability is admirable….but.

“Did Mrs. Dave need you home with the kids?” You hate the bitterness in your tone but the heat and your emotions are running high.

He sighs deep on the other end. “I know you have no reason to believe me. I’m not married and there’s no one waiting for me at home.” As much as it hurts to say out loud it’s the truth. “My last name is York by the way.”

“I’m sorry.” You let out an exasperated breath. “I don’t mean to be so crass. I really like you and that scares me because I know next to nothing about you.”

“If you give me a chance I promise I’ll tell you everything.” You can sense the desperation in his voice. “I actually have something planned for you if you’d like to spend some time with me tomorrow night?”

It’s sweet that he’s already thought of you. You really want to see him again and you know Alicia will be busy with Santiago anyway. You hope what you’re feeling are the good kind of butterflies at the prospect of spending more time with him.

“Okay…I like surprises.” Your voice perks up a little at the end.

“Great, I’ll meet you at the store at 7. It’s not a far walk from there.”

You’re curious and excited as to where you’re going. You find yourself nervously fidgeting with the hem of your shirt as you wait for one of you to hang up.

“I’m gonna hang up first so we don’t end up doing the thing.” You hear him chuckle on the other end with a faint ‘bye hummingbird’ before you end the call.

****

Frankie has had a day to calm down and clear his head. He decided against Santiago being his lookout for Dave. He wanted to have this experience all on his own without the threat of an altercation or further involving Santi who is now majorly distracted.

Santi and his connections called in an anonymous tip about Dave’s house being compromised which will surely put him out of commission for a few days.

Plenty of time for Frankie to swoop in and have you forget all about Dave.

It’s really so simple…he just needs to tell you who he is, how he met Dave and leave the ball in your court. Things aren’t ever really that simple.

It stings a little as he exits route forty one and sees the ‘Welcome to Naples’ sign. You were right under his nose but you might as well have been on the other side of the world. What were the odds that he’d ever find himself here let alone walking into the place you worked. One in a million he thinks.

He cranks up the ac in his Jeep as if that’s going to quell the heat trying to penetrate his skin through the windows. He probably should’ve done his hair instead of wearing his hat but now his sweat soaked curls are trapped underneath.

He subconsciously brushes his thumb along the roses where his ring used to be as he sits on the street where you work. His fingers tapping some song that’s been stuck in his head against the steering wheel as he practices what he’s going to say to you.

Fuck it just go

The sun beats down on him as he slams the door to his Jeep and crosses the cobblestone street. He takes a few deep breaths not quite the way his therapist instructed but close enough as the window with the plants comes into view.

He had a plan to peruse the store if you were busy with other customers. He had a general outline of how he would approach you if you were alone in the store. He was however not prepared for the sight of you standing at the window as you flipped the closed sign.

****

You can’t take this anymore, it’s too hot and no one has come in for hours. Your boss can shove it for all you care. He can’t even be bothered to check in once a month. Closing up shop and going to the beach with Alicia sounds like a much better way to spend your afternoon.

You peel yourself off the chair at the front desk and grab your purse. As you flip the closed sign on the window you lock eyes with a rather handsome and distressed looking man.

He looks like he’s seen a ghost as he scrubs his hand behind his neck nervously. You’re not sure when the record store became a beacon for hot middle aged men but today was certainly not the day to entertain anymore. You hastily fix your hair and smooth out your shirt, while trying to put on your brightest smile.

“I’m sorry, we’re closing early. The ac is on the fritz and I just can’t sit here anymore.” You’re not sure he heard you as you wait for him to respond. “If you…want to come back tomorrow I can set something aside for you?”

“You’re so beautiful.” He says like he’s in awe as you give him an inquisitive look.

“I think we have that one,it’s just not available as a single. You’d have to buy the album.” He laughs as he realizes what he’s just said out loud.

“I ugh…sorry. I meant…never mind.” Fuck he’s totally bombing this. “You know I can take a look at it if you want. I’m pretty good with my hands.” That sounds worse than he intended but he can’t stop the words before they leave his mouth.

You glance over your shoulder at the empty store as you bite your lip.

He seems to notice your apprehension. “I’m not a creep or anything.” He takes off his hat running his fingers through his gorgeous curls.

“Hmmm, that sounds like something a creep would say.” You grin at him and lean back against the door signaling for him to come in. “I would appreciate it honestly, I have no idea when they’ll be able to come take a look. Then I’ll have to wait for approval to have it fixed and it’s just a whole thing.” You stop your incessant rambling when you see him taking in the surroundings.

His hands are on his hips as he stares at the posters on the wall. He’s broad and his shirt stretches taught along his back. He rolls his shoulders and turns to see you still standing in the doorway gawking.

Now who’s being a creep

You clear your throat and fix your face to a neutral expression as you gesture for him to follow you toward the back.

Goosebumps trail along your arms as you walk in front of him, it’s assuredly not cold enough to cause such a sensation. His cologne and sweat is flooding your senses… perhaps you’re ovulating or something similar to desperation.

“You’re gonna have to talk handyman, I can’t stand the silence.” You tease as you peer at him over your shoulder. “Or maybe I can put some music on. What’s your preference?”

He tries not to focus on the way your hips sway when you walk and of course any music he’s ever listened to has left his brain entirely.

“Queen.” He blurts out and you laugh. It’s so disarming he relaxes his shoulders a bit. The letters of the cities are hard to make out on the back of your shirt but he can tell it’s Queen from the design.

“You cheated handyman.” Your voice drops to a flirtatious tone that he can’t ignore. You lift the dust cover and place a gently used record into a sleeve of The Essential Mozart.

He leans on the table next to you, so close his breath ghosts over your neck. “So you're a classical gal.”

You snort as you raise your eyebrows. “No one’s ever called me a gal. And yes I enjoy the occasional Mozart, Debussy, Bach—.”

“Okay now you’re just showing off.” You notice the dimple in his cheek when he says it and the way his arms look as he fold them across his chest.

“I’ve gotta put this useless music degree to some use.” You absentmindedly thrum through the records on the display until you find the one you want. “ aha…Queens greatest hits.”

He scoffs as he takes it from your hands. “I would hardly say it’s useless by the collection in your store.” He flips it over and gives you a questionable look. “And I would hardly call these the greatest hits.”

You snatch it back as you narrow your eyes. “Not my store. Although I’ve dreamt of running my own.”

Noted

A momentary glossy expression crosses your face as you carefully place it on the cloth. He watches as you delicately handle each piece like you’re plating a five star meal. You gingerly place the stylus on the edge as he hears the familiar sound of record buzzing just before the music starts.

Is this the real life?

Is it just fantasy?

Caught in a landslide no escape from reality

You turn to him, arms crossed mirroring his stance as you lean into the table. A bead of sweat glides down your neck as he follows it to the v in your top before his eyes meet you again.

Open your eyes

Look up to the skies and see

He throws his hands up in mock surrender. “Fine, I stand corrected. But you have to admit there’s a few questionable picks here.”

You brush past him and he gets a whiff of something strawberry, maybe your shampoo. “I’ll admit it when you fix my ac handyman.” You wink and he’s no longer disguising that he’s checking you out because you’ve been shamelessly checking him out since he stepped foot inside.

He follows you into a small stock room, mostly empty boxes and a shelving rack with old paint and a few picture frames. He can see the old unit in the corner as you bend over to open the side panel. Fuck. You’re making it very hard for him to keep his mind in an appropriate place as you stand and wipe your hands along the back of your jeans.

“I’ll be honest, I have no idea what I’m looking at. I’ll get out of your way.” It’s too small in here as you awkwardly maneuver past him and he brushes against you murmuring apologies as you hold your breath.

He somehow already found a flashlight amongst the odds and ends on the shelf as he crouches down to take a look inside. You watch the way his shirt lifts up slightly revealing a small sliver of skin on his back.

“Now who’s being quiet.” His muffled voice comes from inside the unit.

“I just didn’t want to be a distraction while you’re working.” You hear an uncomfortable grunt as he sits back on his heels. He smirks at your stance as you lean casually on the wall with a perfect view of his ass.

“Mhm I’m sure…” He turns his hat around and it somehow gets impossibly hotter. “Listen, you can distract me all you want if you happen to have a screwdriver?”

You chew on your lip as you think and then start rummaging through the shelves when you find one amongst an abandoned project.

“Will this work?” You hand him a flat head and he looks particularly pleased as he takes it from you.

“This is somehow exactly what I need.” He resumes his work and you wince as you hear some questionable noises coming from within. “There’s just some ice build up on the evaporator coils.” His voice raises a little so you can hear him over the sounds of ice chipping from metal.

“Whatever you say handyman.” You pull out your phone to check the latest text from Alicia. You’ve been giving her subtle updates just in case he decided to turn into a weirdo.

“Francisco.” He says as your finger hovers over the send button of your last text. You watch him rise and lift his shirt to wipe the sweat from his face.

You’re staring at the way his soft belly dips into the front of his jeans. You wonder what it would feel like to run your fingers along the seam of his boxers.

“Breaker?” The corners of his lip curl up into a smile as he catches you mid thought. “I need to see if this worked.”

“Sure ya…right over here.” You stammer out as you point him to the small box on the wall.

He flips a few switches and the sound you make when the air comes out of the vents is bordering on sinful.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” You’re ecstatic and he’s got that satisfied look on his face with just a tinge of pride.

It’s a flicker of a moment as he hands the screwdriver back to you. Your heart feels like it’s going to beat out of your chest when you see it.

Distinctly your hummingbird tattoo on the inside of his right wrist. There’s no way he can’t know. Things were too easy with him, it’s almost laughable that it feels just like they said it would.

You turn to leave and stumble searching for the door handle, he pulls you back just as you're about to faceplant. “Slow down there. I can’t fix you if you break.” His voice in your ear and his hands on your waist…it’s all too much.

“Sorry I’m a little clumsy at times.” You grip the handle with an unsteady hand as you step out into the hallway. “There is a bathroom at the end of the hall if you need to wash up.” He offers a polite thanks as he takes in the concerned look on your face.

****

He stares at his reflection in the small bathroom mirror wondering where he went wrong. Everything was going so well. It was almost too easy. Maybe he was coming on too strong. He takes off his hat and splashes some water on his face. He’s looked better, but he’s definitely looked worse.

Get it together Morales

He sees you when he returns seated in the lounge chair. The music has stopped and your foot is nervously tapping on the floor as you finish texting and place your phone face down on the table.

Your face is expressionless as you look up at him. “Have a seat please.”

He’s trying to think of something to say but he’s lost for words.

You cautiously grab his hand as he sits in the chair next to you. “Can I see?” He nods and holds his breath as you turn his arm over. Goosebumps raise on his skin as your soft hands trace the patterns of the wings on his forearm. Your breathing hitches as a small jolt of electricity runs through his veins.

He notices the roses on your ring finger. Roses meant for someone else, yet they look so perfect on you. Like they were destined to be yours.

“Why roses?” You say, your voice barely above a whisper.

He clears his throat and shifts in the chair. “They were my ex-wife's idea. I didn’t dislike them.” He sees your shoulders drop a little at the confession.

“Why a hummingbird?”

He sees you smile then, while he waits for your answer. “My mom…she always said I had endless amounts of energy.” You tilt your head and point to his other arm. “What’s with the hawk?”

He tenses a little and his fingers flex in your hand. “Sorry, if this is too much.”

“Don’t be.” He quickly interjects “I’ve wanted to know for so long…everything about you.”

“I don’t even know who you are.” You try to keep your voice steady as he stares at you with those deep brown eyes. “You don’t even know my name.”

You tell him then…he has to pretend it’s a name he hasn’t heard before.

How does he even begin to tell you? Telling you about Dave would ruin everything.

You stand from the chair before he has a chance to start. “Do you maybe want to talk about this over some drinks? I owe you at least for fixing the ac.”

He relaxes at that as the air of flirtatiousness returns to the room. “If you think I’m letting you pay you are sadly mistaken.”

In the few brief seconds you had to yourself, Alicia practically screamed at you to go for it. Her tone let on that she may know more than you think but you shelved that for the moment and decided to be spontaneous.

You hold your hand out. “Let's go handyman.”

He snickers under his breath. “How long are you going to keep calling me that?”

Your hand in his feels right as it should, when you lead him to the front of the store. Dropping it briefly to grab your purse and keys to lock up.

“I doubt Francisco is your real name, so we’ll see.”

****

After the initial shock wore off of learning that Santiago was the one who tipped him off to you, you settled into the idea of how nervous he must have been to approach you.

You’ve got a crash course over the last hour in Francisco Morales. He prefers Frankie and you think that suits him better. He was a helicopter pilot in the military but now he flies commercially. His apprehension when you first mentioned the Blackhawk tattoo was something he wasn’t sure he was ready to address with you.

The way you listened so intently to his story of how proud he was when he first joined, he left out some of the more gruesome details of his time in the service. When he retired he wanted to commemorate it somehow and you were the one that ultimately helped him with his decision.

Your hummingbird was your first tattoo, your mom actually let you get it when you were seventeen. It was one of the last things you did with her before she passed. Frankie wanted to match. The guys gave him shit for it but seeing the way your eyes lit up when he told you made it all worth it. The whole ‘birds of a feather’ sealed the deal.

This isn’t quite how Frankie thought he would be spending his afternoon. He followed you out the store as you confidently led him to one of your favorite spots along the beach. A small bungalow bar overlooking the shore. Despite you having told him you weren’t from here, you seem to be a regular. The older red haired waitress Trudy gestures to your usual spot that's open and sends a wink your way.

You ran through all of the stereotypical questions, favorite color, favorite movie, favorite food. Hobbies, dreams and aspirations. He didn’t laugh when you mentioned you were afraid of the dark. You didn’t laugh when he said he was afraid of the rain.

You talked about your dream of owning your own music store, getting to curate things to your liking. Much like you did at your current job…but it didn’t belong to you.

Frankie didn’t necessarily give off rich guy vibes but he let on that money was no longer an issue. He recently became part owner of the company he currently flies for.

It’s so easy, like long lost friends catching up. The way you listen so intently as you rest your head on your hand. He catches you often looking out into the water like you’re waiting for something.

Maybe he’s trying to make up for lost time or perhaps he wants all his cards on the table in case you determine that his baggage is too much. You don’t really think it’s baggage when he tells you that he’s in recovery and his ex wife left him for her soulmate. He’s been putting in the work to better himself, and if she hadn’t left you would’ve never met him.

In between the plate of shared nachos and beers the conversation shifts to you. You decide since he’s shared such intimate details about his life that it’s only fair you return the favor. You tell him about your mom…the reason you believed in soulmates in the first place. Your mom and dad, highschool sweethearts. Somehow destined to spend the rest of their lives together. When she got sick it all happened so fast, too fast for you to come to terms with the fact that your dad had already moved on.

The idea of soulmates left a sour taste in your mouth after you moved out of your dad and step moms home to go to college. It’s why you think you were so inclined to not find yours. People fell in love everyday and lived happily ever after without theirs.

You and Frankie’s stories are so similar in some ways.

You signal for the bartender to bring you another round before you tell the rest of your story. A comfortable buzz runs through your veins as your foot brushes the inside of his calf under the table.

You gasp as he grabs your ankle and places it in his lap. “Ticklish?” You shake your head as he raises an eyebrow at you. His fingers trace the gun tattoo and your body betrays you as you nearly kick him in his stomach. “The jury's out, maybe I should keep testing.”

“No please.” You giggle and his hands travel further but stop just before the crook of your knee before he gently sets it back down.

“So…what kind of gun is that?” You ask cautiously as you tilt your leg to the side.

He sighs deep. “It’s an M sixteen…it was a dare.” He hangs his head a little, knowing how that must look on someone like you.

“Oh right of course.” You say sarcastically as Trudy drops your drinks off at the table.

“Can I get you two lovebirds anything else?” She clicks her pen to the pad as you both lock eyes and burst into laughter.

“No Trudy, we're fine, thanks.” She sends you a mischievous smile as she tends to the other patrons.

His eyes widen as you take a rather large sip of your drink. He can tell you have something to say so he waits patiently as he takes you all in. The way you squint your eyes when you’re thinking, the way you tap your foot when you're nervous. How bright your smile is and how everyone you seem to cross paths with has a special connection with you. It’s why he’s not prepared when you tell him about your ex.

“The gun was the last straw.” You trace the lines of condensation on your glass. “He couldn’t take anymore reminders that I wasn’t his.”

“You don’t belong to anyone.” His voice is stern as he takes your hand. “I would say sorry but…it’s his loss.” He gently presses his lips to your fingers and you have to fight to keep yourself calm.

“Ya…hers too.”

You squeeze his hand as you take in a sharp breath. He sees it then, the thing you were waiting for. As the sun sets through the palm trees and the yellow bleeds into red and orange. It’s a task not to watch you instead of the aquamarine water and the gentle waves kissing the shore.

Something so simple, that so many people take for granted and he thinks this may be the most perfect day he’s ever had.

Without second guessing himself he leans in close. “It feels wrong if I don’t kiss you right now.”

Your face is mere inches from his and you’d be a fool not to admit that you wanted to kiss him in the stock room earlier. “What are you waiting for?”

His lips are soft against yours, it’s like he’s breathing you in with each passing second. Your hand plays with the curls at the nape of his neck as he cradles your jaw. You don’t care if anyone’s watching right now because you’ve dreamt of this moment a thousand times. It’s electric, sending a shiver down your spine and he groans as you pull away biting his bottom lip.

Your forehead rests against his as you catch your breath. “I didn’t want to give anyone a free show.”

He chuckles and pecks your lips one last time. “We certainly wouldn’t want that.”

****

The walk home felt like you were floating. His hand in yours as he tugged you close. Stealing kisses whenever he could. The heat of the day was long forgotten as the gentle breeze rolled in with nightfall. It scared you a little how fast you fell into this domestic bliss with someone you just met. But isn’t that how it’s supposed to feel? Isn’t that why people are made for each other?

As you approached your apartment you could see from below the light was on, no doubt Alicia waiting up for you to hear all about Frankie.

“Well this is me.” You point up to the loft as you await the dreaded conversation that you’ve been wanting to avoid all afternoon.

He can sense your shift in mood as you rock back and forth on your feet.

“Frankie I…really want to see you again. I want to see where this goes.” You sigh as you look down at the pavement.

He grabs your hands in his as he steps into your space. “But?”

“But I met someone recently. I’m supposed to see him tomorrow.” You shrug as you look up at him. “I’m not the type of person to just abandon something, it’s not in my nature to be that cruel. I want to at least see it through, even if that means I’m letting him down easy.” His face is unreadable as you wait for his response.

He swallows thick trying not to let on that his blood is boiling. He can’t tell you who Dave is, he’s too far gone.

His hands drift from yours as they travel up your arms, your heart rate picks up and your eyes are wide with desire. His large hand cradles your face as he caresses your jaw. “Like I said…you don’t belong to anyone. You’re free to do what you want, all I ask is that you give me a chance. Do you think you can do that?” The way he asks you and the look in his eyes you would say yes to anything.

You nod your head in his hand as he licks his bottom lip, still tasting your chapstick from earlier. “I wouldn’t mind something to think about on my date.”

His eye twitches slightly at the word but he quickly recovers. “I was hoping you’d ask.” His lips meet yours again and the way your body fits against his is almost too much. Your hands grasp at the back of his shirt as he consumes you. You can’t help the moan that escapes your lips as you feel the obvious bulge in his pants, a little overwhelmed at how quickly he’s got you falling to pieces.

“Get a room!” He inhales sharply as you laugh against his lips. Your laugh grows at his obvious confusion because of course you recognize the voice of your best friend.

“Ignore her please.” You half whisper as you kiss the small patch on his cheek where the hair is missing. “I don’t know how Santiago is gonna handle all that.” You gesture up towards the open window.

“Oh I’m sure he’ll find a way.” He pulls you into one last hug and reluctantly steps away. You have to distance yourself from him or you just might invite him up right now. “Don’t have too much fun tomorrow.” He says it in a teasing tone as he walks backwards, not wanting to tear his eyes from you.

“I’ll try.” You wave at him as you hear Alicia buzz you up to your apartment.

****

“How.could.you.keep.that.from.me.” You mercilessly hit your friend with a pillow as your crowd over her on her bed.

She laughs as she blocks your futile attempts at causing any permanent damage. “Once he told me it was too late to let you know.” She tilts her head feigning innocence. “I’m so sorry.”

“I’m so sure.” You huff as you roll over laying next to her. “I’m so fucked.”

“Not yet.” She laughs and dodges your last blow with the pillow. “I’m just kidding. I’m glad we can finally go on some double dates…maybe tomorrow?” She wiggles her eyebrows at you playfully.

You sit up against her headboard as you tuck your legs beneath you suddenly feeling a little ashamed. “Well…I’m actually going out with Dave tomorrow. I told Frankie and he seemed to be okay with it.Now saying it out loud it sounds a little ridiculous and to be honest with you, I have no idea what I’m doing.” You facepalm as you throw your head back ending your rant.

She sits up next to you and gently pulls your hands down, giving you that look that only you know a friend would give. She knows your mind is running a million scenarios of what you should be doing and how you should be acting. Trying to be ten steps ahead of every situation so you don’t find yourself in the one that landed you here.

“Listen to me.” She rubs your hands softly grounding you. “You don’t have to figure it all out yet, you’re just going on a few dates. As long as you’re upfront with your intentions with them, and they agree, what more could they ask for?” She sees you staring off into space not quite grasping her words. “Babe, you just met Frankie.”

“Ya and I let him stick his tongue down my throat. In public. Twice.”

“No one said you can’t have a little fun. And just so you know, I’m very jealous and very happy for you.” She nudges you slightly as you sink back under the covers. She rolls over to her bedside table and turns off the light. “I take it you’re sleeping here again.”

“Your bed is so much more comfortable than mine.” You whine as she laughs and gets under the covers.

It’s quiet for a moment as you think over everything you learned about Frankie. How fiercely he loved his friends. How passionate he was about his work. How he loved so deeply despite being hurt. How easily he opened up to you and how comfortable he made you feel. You trusted him with things you hadn’t told anyone but Alicia after just a few hours of knowing him. You also can’t stop thinking about his lips, and they felt against yours. How you fit perfectly in his hold like you were meant to be there.

The phone on her nightstand buzzes illuminating the dark room. She laughs as she stares at the text and sends a quick message back. You’re trying not to eavesdrop as you move your head on the pillow trying to make out some words.

“Santi says hi.” She says as she turns toward you with a smirk on her face.

“Oh…he’s Santi now? Well tell him I said hi.” You reply half in a whisper.

She clears her throat. “He also said you might need Frankie’s number if you want to see him again.”

You groan as you roll over realizing both of you forgot to exchange information in your haze of the whirlwind afternoon.

****

“How do I look Fish?” Santi holds his arms out with a stupid grin on his face.

“Like an asshole.” Frankie grumbles on the couch with his arms crossed in defiance.

“Look hermano it’s not my fault you didn’t tell her.” Santi grabs his keys from the table and Frankie looks on at him wide eyed.

“How is this not your fault? What was I supposed to say!” He stands and Santi holds his hands up trying to calm his friend. “Oh hi…I’m your soulmate. I hired someone to find you for me. They did, and now you’re sort of daring them.” He rips his hat off aggressively, running his fingers through his hair. “Fuck.”

Santi regards him cautiously. “Sorry Fish, I didn’t mean it like that.”

Frankie sighs heavily through his nose as he plops back down. “I know Pope…I'm sorry. You like fine by the way, I hope you have a nice time.” He grits out the last part.

Santi punches him lightly in the shoulder “I know that was hard for you to say so I appreciate it. Plus you said so yourself she really likes you. Don’t think about it too much.”

****

Easy for him to say. He was about to go on a date and Frankie was gonna sit here and try not to stew.

You’ve consumed his thoughts over the last twenty four hours. He knew meeting you would be overwhelming but he did not anticipate falling head over heels, rom com, quintessential love at first sight, completely crazy for you. The thought of Dave being anywhere near the parts of you he wanted to explore made his blood boil. His mind ran wild last night with the scent of you still on his clothes. The way your body felt pressed against his, the way you said his name Francisco like some forbidden secret.

His hot shower ran cold as he stroked himself to thoughts of you. Imagining the way your lips would feel wrapped around his cock. The way your breast would feel on his bare chest as grind down on him. The soft moan that escapes you when he bit down on your lip and how you would sound if you didn’t have to be so quiet.

You awoke something in him he hadn’t felt in a long time.

He can’t think about it anymore sitting alone on Pope's couch half hard. He needs to go home and hope sleep comes easy tonight so he doesn’t have to think about the prospect of losing you before he’s even had a chance.

****

The last two hours have been chaotic to say the least. You both needed to get ready at the same time so of course the hot water ran out. Alicia blew a fuse in her bathroom trying to blow dry her hair so now she was in yours while you sat on the floor in her room in front of her floor length mirror doing your makeup.

Judging by the pile of clothes on her bed you don’t think she was planning on bringing Santi back to the apartment. Perhaps she wasn’t planning on returning either as you notice a small overnight bag placed next to her door.

She rushes into her room and grabs the bag before placing a kiss to the top of your head. “I gotta go hon, he said he’s coming up but I don’t want him to think I’m messy.” She wildly gestures to the state of her room as you meet her eyes in the mirror.

“He’s gonna have to figure it out at some point.” You state dryly as you finish your mascara.

“Not tonight though.” She fixes herself once more before addressing you. “Please try and have fun tonight. Call me if you need anything, you know I’ll be there in a heartbeat.”

“I got it Alicia.” You laugh as you wave her off.

“Oh and don’t wait up.” She yells out over her shoulder before slamming the front door.

You breathe a sigh of relief that you’ll at least have a few moments to yourself before meeting Dave at the store. You loved your friend but you could tell her nervous energy was bleeding into your mood. So many emotions were running through your head. This would be your first real chance at getting to know him. You were giddy at the thought that he had a surprise planned for you. In the five years you spent with your ex he’s never once planned a surprise. It didn’t really bother you but it was just one of those things you assumed you would never get to experience. Looking back on it now you realize it’s a blessing in disguise that he broke up with you. You had put up with so much apathetic behavior that it became second nature to put yourself last.

Your phone pings on the floor beside you and you glance down to see Dave’s name.

Dave: Can’t wait to see you hummingbird

You sit for a moment trying to come up with a clever reply when another text comes in.

Frankie: I hope u have a nice time tonight

This can’t be your life right now.

can’t wait to see you too 🥰

You double check that you sent that text to the correct person.

I promise I won’t have too much fun 😘

There’s a feeling you can’t pinpoint at the moment. You’re not sure if it’s even right that you’re feeling this way. To be the object of two men’s affection is a situation you never thought you’d find yourself in. It would be a lie to say that you’re not riding this high. The end game however is something you haven’t quite worked out.

****

The sun is just starting to set as you make your way down the familiar street towards your work. Checking your reflection in every car parked alongside it like it’s somehow going to drastically change. He didn’t really give you very many details so you opted for a long black sundress and some strappy sandals. Your phone and lipgloss tucked neatly into the brown cross body purse Alicia got you for your birthday.

His back is to you when you see him, his hands in the pockets of his tight blue jeans. Almost sensing your presence he turns to you with that devilish smile on his face. He’s in front of you in a few brief steps, his woodsy cologne invading your senses and a hint of aftershave. The black short sleeve button up pulls taught along his biceps and you have to stop yourself from reaching out and grabbing him.

As if on cue he pulls you into a tight hug, you wrap your arms around his waist feeling his muscles flex in your grasp. He sighs long and deep like your embrace was the only thing keeping him from losing his sanity. He doesn’t say anything for a while as you both just sway for a moment, like two lovers who’ve gone weeks without seeing each other. It’s so comforting you almost forget about the impending doom of having to tell him about Frankie. You decided on the walk over that you would be upfront with him from the beginning. Just in case he wanted to call things off. You didn’t want to come off as some girl who wanted a free date from him just to break the news to him at the end of the night. Ultimately you would leave the decision up to him and go from there.

“Hi hummingbird, I missed you.” He speaks softly into your hair as you try to stay on your feet.

“I missed you too.” He pulls back slightly to look into your eyes. It feels wrong but it’s true, you did miss him.

“I hope you like what I have planned for us tonight.” His eyes twinkle when he mentions it again but you can’t quite meet his gaze. “Something on your mind?”

You take a deep breath and put a little more space between you as he holds your hands in his. “I have a lot to say before we go on our date so just give me a moment okay?” He nods once acknowledging what you said.

He’s stoic on the outside but internally he’s starting to panic. You didn’t say you didn’t want to go on the date but there’s clearly something wrong.

“I’ve been looking forward to seeing you and getting to know you better, but I have to be clear about some things since you’ve been gone. I’ll spare you all the details but…I met my soulmate yesterday.” His hands tighten their grip a little but you don’t seem to notice. “I know this may sound confusing but…I’m not going to just drop you for someone I just met. At the same time, I feel like it would be crazy to not give my soulmate a chance.”

You stare down at the ground hoping it will stop your rambling and give you the words you practiced in the mirror that are coming out all wrong. “I understand if this is too much-“

He cuts you off as he tips your chin up with his finger. He’s comfortably stepped into your space again and you wouldn’t know by the look on his face that he’s seething.

“I haven’t felt this way about anyone in a really long time, and I’m not about to back down from a little friendly competition.” Your eyes are challenging him when you don’t pull away. He leans in, his lips barely ghost over yours like he’s waiting for permission.

You’re not sure what reaction you were expecting from him but it certainly wasn’t this. You’re sick of trying to predict what your life is going to do and instead decide to go with the flow.

You kiss him first.

It almost knocks you off your feet how different he is from Frankie as he takes back control. He’s more sure of himself like he’s kissed you a thousand times. His hand travels behind your head, while the other grabs your waist. You gasp at how close he has you pulled into him as you taste the hint of mint and something else that’s entirely Dave. He chuckles a little at how he’s already got you so worked up. If it’s a competition you want then it’s a competition you’ll get.

“It’s not really customary to kiss before the date.” He’s a little breathless and you laugh as his muscles twitch beneath your fingers.

“I don’t think anything we’re doing is customary.” He huffs at that, yet you have no idea the full weight behind it.

“I’m just glad I haven’t lost my touch…it’s been a while.” He laces his fingers with yours. “I hope you like what I have planned.”

“Oh I’m sure I will.”

****

You don’t care how ridiculous you sound as you scream the lyrics to don’t stop believing at the top of your lungs. It’s just one of those songs no matter how many times you hear it or how many times it gets overplayed, you can’t help yourself.

Dave is doing his best to hide the fact that he’s been singing every song word for word as he hovers close behind you in the crowd.

He was a little nervous at first when you arrived at the venue…picking a concert for a first date was a bold move. He’ll be replaying the excited jumps you did on a loop in his head when he revealed it was a Journey cover band. He remembered from the first time he walked into your store and somehow got lucky when he saw a place on the waterfront hosting the special event.

You’re a stone's throw from your impromptu date with Frankie the previous night. The setting is much similar as you look out onto the water. Your stomach does a flip every so often when he possessively shields you from someone getting too close, or the way his hands instinctively wrapped around you during the slow songs.

Thankfully he made time before the show to get some dinner at one of the many food trucks outside the venue. You’re excited giggles when you said you wanted to try everything so that’s exactly what he did. You both shared a little from each one and of course donuts for dessert. You also shared a lot with him about your life. No doubt hoping he would reciprocate.

He rarely if ever talked about his wife with other people and most wouldn’t consider the topic a great first date conversation. Except for you. The way you made him want to open up and be better at sharing. It wasn’t awkward at all, in fact it felt a little freeing. If only he could tell you that’s how he found you. Resigning his life to helping people find their soulmate, it’s really his karma that he’s now competing with Frankie. He did this to himself and now the question lingers in the air of how he found you and why don’t you know about who Dave really is. He’s not sure what kind of game Frankie is playing but it’s making him uneasy.

His phone vibrates in his pocket as he glances down to see the aforementioned name.

Francisco: I hope ur having a nice time let’s talk soon

He hears a small gasp from you and immediately breaks out into a cold sweat. He tucks his phone into his pocket hoping he hasn’t been found out this way.

You’re staring at him with those sad eyes half pouting and it’s quite possibly the scariest and most adorable thing he’s ever seen. “It’s the last song.”

His eyes tell a different story than yours as he takes your hand. “We’ll just have to make the most of it then.” He spins you in his arms and you feel a bit like Cinderella, you’re time at the ball running out soon.

When the lights go down in the city

And the sun shines on the bay

It’s hard to enjoy your favorite song when he’s singing it so sweet in your ear. His face nuzzled in the crook of your neck as he sways with you. Your stomach is doing flips for an entirely different reason now because you know at the end of the night you won’t be calling it off with Dave.

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