#but then i went into the bathroom to shave my head yo try to feel better and he followed me in and took the clippers and did it for me

[wyrmhorde]

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[makedatmoneymayne]

One Night Only?😈

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~~Y/N is a black woman but anyone can read this regardless. Y/N just officially became an announcer for the WWE. While celebrating at the club she notices this sexy man with a shaved head staring at her with low eyes. Will this only be one night?~~

Warnings:Smut, Cursing, Smoking, and Drinking.

**~~ means Randy's POV**

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You were faded, I mean SUPER fucking faded. You smoked a few blunts with your girls before heading to the club, yo ass was already high as the Eiffel tower heading into the club but then you also decided to drink a round of shots. One moment you were drinking next you was fucking some man who claimed he was a wrestler? You didn't know and you didn't give a fuck this man was sexy AND his dick was fire.

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He took you into the women's bathroom and locked the door, both of you guys stumbling. He growls like an animal before gripping your neck kissing you on your juicy plump lips. The kiss stops "You're so fucking sexy baby" He says before lifting your dress putting his hand in your lace panties to grip your ass, other hand still gripping her neck. He moves his hands to the front of your panties, immediately shoving two fingers in with ease due to your arousal. You start moaning so loudly you already knew people who were close to the bathrooms could hear everything. Letting go of the tight grip you had on his forearm as he still fucked you with his fingers, you grip his long, thick print. "You like how this shit feels baby." You feel you orgasm coming quicker than usual, he obviously feels it too by how much faster his fingers are going, curving at angles, hitting spots you didn't know you had, you can't even answer for real. "No noo I wanna hear you say that shit Do.You.Like.How.This.Shit.Fe-" Before he can even finish,you do, yelling, squirting all over his hand, "Yes daddy I like it!" You didn't even come down from the high you just had before he turns you around on the sink, slapping your ass multiple times then slowly entering his length into you. Y/N's on a non stop loop of moaning, so loud she can't hear him say "Let me know when you want daddy to fuck you for real." He knows you can't hear him, only working half his dick into your pussy. Slapping his hand over your mouth, he moves his lips next to your ear kissing and sucking on your earlobe. "Can daddy fuck you good now baby" he asks politely words still slurred. Nodding your head he immediately fucks you with no mercy, almost pulling all the way out each stroke. Both of his hands on your mouth now as he fucks you, you crying from how good it feels. All throughout the bathroom all you hear is clapping sounds, him lowly growling talkin his shit while he's in it, and your sniffles and moans from your throat.

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"Where the fuck did Randy go?" Cody asked the guys looking throughout the club, puffing his cigar. "I think he went to the bathroom uce." Jey mention before taking a shot. "He prolly with some random girl in nere' leave him be uce." Jimmy laughed at the thought, "Nah bro im gonna go see what's taking him." As Cody approached the bathroom he also saw his wife with the same look of worry. "Oh hey baby, Y/N's taking forever in the bathroom and im contemplating busting in there." Cody was already a few steps ahead of her trying to open the door but noticed it was locked. "Oh my gosh." "What babe?" Brandy asks still confused and worried. "Those motherfuckers are fucking in there Jimmy was right." They begin to laugh in unison. Brandy bangs on the door and yells "Don't wear him out now Y/N."

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Little did they know Y/N was the one getting wore out and Randy was addicted.

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You woke up at 4:56 am in a bedroom that was NOT yours AT ALL. Looking down you see a large tattooed arm on your stomach. Confused you lift his arm up so you can get up to put on your clothes. He groans moving a little. You hurry and leave out the door, jacket halfway on as you ride to your hotel.

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You were finally in your bed, melting into your covers after a nice long hot shower. Rolling in your covers you feel every ache and pain this man caused but oh did it hurt so good. It was going on 5:41am now, time barely passed due to your speeding. You had about 4 hours and 19 minutes to sleep a but more. You dreamed about that mystery "wrestler."

Backstage at WWE, Jade, Brandy, Bianca, and Naomi all raved about your wild night. "Girl I still can't believe you fucked THEE Randy Orton in that bathroom" Bianca blurts out giggling. Brandy says a little louder, "Rumor says, aka literally just Cody, anyway it says he's upset you left." "THE RANDY ORTON I HEAR VOICES NIGGA? Damn I kinda ate." Before any of the girls can react I get called to head out for me to announce the match thats coming up. I sat down in my chair waiting for Bobby Roode's music to hit. On the right que I make my phenomenal announcement for him. I look down at my rehearsed paper to see "Randy Orton..." with all his attributes listed below for me to say. I almost miss my queue for him but I get it out immediately locking back in. I stay standing watching him do his famous pose.

He glanced down, mouth slowly ajar mumbling, "No fucking way."

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-im just writing for whoever I find sexyyyyy anyways enjoyyy😌-

[headkiss]

hello anna how are you??? I hope your well, I was wondering if you could write something along the lines of reader helping steve or eddie shave and accidentally cutting them(not badly ofc) and reader feeling really bad so steve or eddie comforts them?

kinda in the mood for comfort ngl. <3

hi!! i’m good :) i went with eddie for this one, hope u like it! | 0.7k words and lots of fluff

You woke up to kisses being planted across your face. Quick pecks on your cheeks, forehead, nose, eyelids. You try to squirm away from them, because you’re awfully ticklish in the morning and he knows it.

“Eddie.”

“Morning, sweets.”

He keeps his kisses going, and you manage to stop giggling long enough to say, “that tickles.”

He flops down beside you, leaning up on an elbow to look at you, his free hand running up and down your arm softly. The sunlight filtering in through the window leaves a glow surrounding him, like a halo.

“Sleep good?”

“Yeah until some guy woke me up.”

He gasps, acting surprised. “No! Who?”

“‘Dunno. Long hair, kinda messy. Really pretty eyes,” you smile at him. “Ringing any bells?”

“Hmm, don’t think so. Sounds real sexy, though.”

You smack his shoulder in jest, “maybe if his face wasn’t so prickly.”

“You saying it’s time for a shave, babe?”

Your hand reaches out to touch his face. Trailing across his cheeks and chin and upper lip. He lets you, enjoying your skin on his, the intimacy of it all. He’ll never get sick of waking up next to you.

“Yeah. Can I do it?”

“You wanna do it for me?”

“Yup. C’mon.”

You shoot up out of bed, nothing but a pair of underwear and one of Eddie’s band tees covering you, and head to the bathroom. The two of you own your own trailer now, not far from uncle Wayne’s and it’s perfect. It may be small, but it has everything you need.

He can see into the doorway of the bathroom from the bed, and he watches you grab his shaving cream and his razor from the cupboard. It’s cute, he thinks, that you want to help him with something so mundane.

You also set out some small towels, then peek your head out of the doorway, “Eddie, come on!”

He just laughs, and pulls himself out of bed. He makes his way to the bathroom and grabs your hips, lifting you to sit on the counter next to the sink. You squeal in surprise when he does, but he muffles the sound with a kiss.

You kiss him back, but not for too long. “Okay, okay. Let me do this.”

First, you use the hair elastic that’s on your wrist to put Eddie’s hair back and out of his face in a low bun. Your fingers run through his hair as you do it, and he just watches you with the softest gaze he has. It’s reserved for you.

You start by running your hands under the tap, then using them to wet Eddie’s face. You spread the shaving cream and laugh when he tries to nudge your hand so you get it on yourself, too.

It all goes well. He moves his face when you tell him to and tells you you’re doing a good job each time you rinse off the razor.

It all goes well until you accidentally nick his cheek and it starts to bleed.

“Oh my god. Eddie, I’m so sorry.”

“Babe, it’s fine.”

You felt so bad. You know that this happens when shaving all of the time, hell, you’ve done it to yourself countless times. But, he trusted you and you hate that you hurt him. Even if it’s minor.

“No, no. I’m sorry. You’re bleeding.”

“Stop that. It’s okay.”

He finishes shaving by himself, letting you stay close and calm down in the silence. He’s not upset with you at all. If anything, he’s upset that you’re upset. You don’t need to feel bad and he wishes he could take all of your negative thoughts away.

When he’s done, a small bandaid on his cheek, he grabs your face in his hands. “Babe. Sweetheart, stop beating yourself up, it’s nothing.”

“I really am sorry, Eds,” you look down, your hands fidgeting in your lap. “You probably shouldn’t let me do that again.”

He tilts your face up once more, “stop that. It’s okay.”

You know it’s silly to be so upset with yourself, but that’s how you are, and he knows it. That’s why he knows how to reassure you so well, to keep his hands on you and ground you.

“Okay.”

He nods at you, “okay. How ‘bout some breakfast, then?”

You nod back, and he kisses you. It’s soft, and careful, a languid dance that tells you ‘i’m not mad’ and ‘i love you.’

When you pull back, he helps you down from the counter and holds your hand, tugging you to the kitchen.

[jvblood]

the bathroom

pairing: argyle x afab!reader

word count: 1.7k

summary: heading to your first college party sounded fun at first, it wasn't until you saw Argyle. that's when you knew the real fun was about to begin.

WARNINGS: SMUT, marijuana use, high sex

a/n: guess who finally has a free day to finish writing this up and posting : DD this might flop because--you know reasons.

To understand your situation right now is absolutely crazy. Going to your first college party with your best friend–only for her to be swept away by some of her teammates and ignoring you for the rest of the night. Not really knowing where to go, you stand in the corner.

 Watching everyone interact, looking like they’re six years old again. It felt bittersweet. The loud music and the body heat was starting to get you irritated.

“Yo!” A familiar face calls for you. 

“Argyle?” You say, squirting your eyes in the dark. You knew Argyle in high school. The things that the two of you did while in high school could be a whole book in itself. What you didn’t know is that the two of you went to the same college. 

“Long time no see, dudette!” He cheers as he wraps his arms around. 

“Oh my god–it’s refreshing to see a familiar face.” You say as a breath of relief leaves your lungs. You pull away from the hug and take a good look at him. 

He’s still the same except you could tell he’s been shaving recently. He dawned on his colorful prints that he had since highschool. You and him were inseparable when it came to that shitty place back in Lenora. Yet even the shittiest places caused the best memories, especially with him.

“You know, I got some dope on me, we could hit it off like last time.” He shrugs his shoulders, trying to hit his implications. “If you know what I mean.” He teases, wiggling his eyebrows up and down.

Usually when getting high with Argyle, it always ends with you and him in a bed together. Sophomore year in high school was when all of the conflicted feelings and the growing happened for the two of you to end up how you are today. In the bathroom, lighting a blunt, with Argyle at your first official college party. What fun.

Argyle, with the join in between his two fingers, nudges the blunt towards you. Silently asking if you’d like to hit first. 

“Oh fuck yeah.” You groan out as you grab the blunt from him. You put it in between your lips and began to look for a light. Argyle, who's already three steps ahead of you, pulls him out and flicks the light on. You expect him to just hand the lighter but instead he leans in and lights the end of the blunt. You take the initiative and inhale. The smoke hitting the back of your throat so quickly, you could’ve started coughing. Well, when you’ve smoked as much as you and Argyle have, the first was calm. 

As you take the blunt that lays on your lips into your hand, resting, you hold the smoke in your lungs. You look at him, squinting your eyes as you hand him the blunt. He takes it from you as you finally exhale the smoke. He brings the blunt to his lips and inhales. He could feel the smoke enter his lungs as he kept on inhaling. 

“Holy shit.” With the way Argyle was smoking, it seemed as if he was trying to forget the week. “Take it easy babe, it’s only like 10:30.” You joke as he finally hands you the blunt. He holds the smoke in his lungs, not letting smoke escape his breath any time soon. The two of you took hit after hit, letting yourself loose in the bathroom. People entering to use the restroom were either ‘I don’t care–I gotta go’ or ‘welp, there’s always outside’. That didn’t stop the two of you. You and Argyle would strike up a conversation with whoever decided to test their luck in the bathroom. 

You feel light. The blunt that the two of you shared lays on the counter propped up, waiting for the next hit. Your mind wanders all over the place. You try to look at yourself in the mirror yet it feels weird. It feels like you were looking at someone else in the mirror, yet you knew it was you.

“Oh god, I am fucked up.” Argyle says as he’s looking at himself.

“Tell me about it.” Your eyes felt like they were crossing yet they were still. You make eye contact with Argyle through the mirror, watching what his next move is.

“You know what happens next, right?” Argyle warns. 

The thing about you two is that once the both of you get high together, it seems as if self-control goes out the window. Before you could even think about what to say, you practically threw yourself onto him. On your toes to meet him on the lips. Kissing him hungrily. 

You slowly climb on the sink, allowing him to get comfortable in between your legs. Your fingers laced with his hair by his roots, tugging lightly on it to get a grip. 

He whispers, “Fuck,” as he pulls away from your lips, a trail of saliva from either one of your mouths is stuck to his lips “You sure you want this?” He asks. 

“Argyle, I kissed you first. Are you sure you want this?”

Argyle, not giving you a verbal answer, headed straight for your neck. Kiss it softly at first before licking it up and down. You tilt your head to give him more room for him to play with your neck. Your eyebrows furrowed as your eyes are squeezed shut. 

You moan out his name, hoping he could take the hint and go lower. Thankfully he didn’t because the bathroom door swung open. 

“Dude!” Argyle yells out at the party goer. The person shyly walked away, apologizing. Once they left, Argyle went straight for the door and locked it. Giving privacy for the two of you. 

As he turns around and faces you, he sees a smile etched onto your face. Your face cramps at how you’ve been smiling so hard. Argyle, having his back still towards you, locked the door before finally seeing you. You–perched so beautifully on the bathroom counters. Your smile never faded once he turned around.

“What?” He asks.

“Come over here and fuck me.” Argyle, with no hesitation, put his hair into a bun before coming back to kiss you.

His hands on your waist as he settles in between your legs, lips not wanting to leave yours. Your arms rest on his shoulders, weaving your fingers into his hair. 

Slowly, he kisses along your jaw. His hands move up and down your waist, touching you gingerly. Your legs wrap around him instantly as he moves along your body. He finally gained the courage 

He lowers his head, lips attached to your neck. As you sit upon the bathroom counter, Argyle lowers himself onto his knees. His hands are still touching you wherever he can. As he sits on his knees, he looks up at you, waiting for your next move. His eyes were blown ready for more. You take this hint and begin to unbutton your pants, tugging at them quickly so they can get off of you. 

He tries to help take them off once they reach around your knees, and there you are waiting for him as he tosses the pants to the side. Argyle could feel himself drool. His salivating, something he thought he couldn’t do. 

“May I?” He asks as he places your legs on his shoulders. You curse at the sight of him, his hair in a bun, your legs on top of his shoulder and his hand slowly into your panties to let him get to his main goal: your pussy. 

You nod silently, letting him pull your panties to the side and see your cunt. When he pushed the clothing to the side, his eyes were stuck to your clit like glue on a piece of paper. He quickly makes use of his mouth and puts it onto your clit. Before he puts his tongue onto it, he spits on it. You yelped when you felt the spit make contact, but moaned when you felt it drip. 

Before the spit started dripping, he began licking lightly on your clit. Your eyebrows furrowed and your eyes shut when he made contact.

 “Ari.” you moan. 

“Yes?” He teasingly asks. He moves his head away from your heat. 

“Don’t even start.” You say. 

“Start what?” This was getting infuriating. 

“Argyle.” “Say it and I’ll stop.”

“God,” you roll your eyes at his attempt to tease “Argyle.”

“Beg.” He began to draw circles on your clit, slowly. 

“Fuck—fine,” you say, gripping the counter, “please.”

And as if on cue, Argyle hungirly laps up your cunt. His tongue licks you, from your clit and down–making sure to get everything nice and wet for him. You toss your head back, making contact with the mirror. He holds your legs, parting them so he could have more freedom when eating you out. 

From your peripheral, you could see the unlit blunt waiting for the next lucky person. It just so happened to be you. You pick it up and find the light, then you hit it once. As you inhale the smoke, letting it travel through you, breathing it in, you can feel Argyle slip a finger in. As you moan out, the smoke leaves your mouth. Argyle watches as the smoke exits and your head tilts back. You could feel yourself drip as he arches his finger inside you. “Fuck–” Argyle breaks the ‘silence’ between you two, “god, you’re so pretty.” His lips attach to your clit as he slips in another finger effortlessly. 

You could feel the familiar coil beginning to curl. Argyle can feel that you're close as well. Your walls began to clench onto his fingers as he curled them inside. As he continued using his fingers and mouth on you, you were finally reaching that ecstasy you were dreaming of. Argyle harshly sucks on your clit and finally you were able to release all of the tension that was building up. 

As you were coming down from your high, Argyle was soaked–face and down. His eyes were shut, just in case he got some in his eyes, mouth open, and shirt drenched. 

“Fuck.” He moans out. He wipes his face down, and locks eyes with you. Argyle smirks up at you while you cover your face. “That was hot.”

“I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t apologize,” He comes up from off of the floor to kiss you on the forehead “you’ll be doing it more often tonight.” 

[captainchewtoybaby]

Be my Baby

Chapter 3 : The Secret 

Tonight was the first night of one of Stampede's shows and Whitney was kind of excited to see what the show offered. Although she has made it clear that she didn't care or like the sport, she did decide to give it a try. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad as she had depicted it to be. 

While waiting for Owen backstage, Whitney was struggling with the coffee machine at catering. 

"It's broken." A thick British accent said. Whitney turned around and saw a young woman staring at her. She was dressed dramatically, had red nail polish on her long nails and a pair of sunglasses were resting on her head.

"I'm sorry?" Whitney asked, confused.

"It's broken." She repeated. 

Whitney stepped away from the machine.

"I just saved you from drinking old coffee, god knows how long it's been there." The woman said. "The name's Jayne." 

"Whitney." 

"Are you new around here?" She asked.

"Uh, yes, i'm actually here to do a job." 

"May i ask what kind of job?" Jayne asked. 

"I'm writing an article about Stampede."

"Interesting." The woman said. " My boyfriend wrestles for the company, so I come and watch his matches a lot." 

"Doesn't it bother you?" 

"Doesn't what bother me?" 

"You know, the slapping, the punches, the blood, the violence." Whitney explained as if it were something terrible.

"Why, no, not at all, you see I like this kind of stuff." Jayne said. "It gets me all excited." 

Whitney definitely thought she was weird. She thought all the people that enjoyed such a violent sport were weird. But then again it was what they liked and there was nothing she could do about it. 

"Anyways, have you met the Hart's yet? Very nice people aren't they, oh but stay away from their son Owen, he's a very creative prankster."

"I'm actually staying with them and yes they are very nice people." Whitney said. And that was true. She's only been staying with these people for two days and she enjoyed it. 

Helen was treating her as if she was her own child, Stu told stories every night at dinner and Owen was like the little brother she never had.

Just then Owen showed up. "Ladies, the show is about to start." He said.

"We better go, before there are no seats left in the front row." Jayne grabbed Whitney by the arm. 

Owen whispered to Withney : "Goodluck with her, she's crazy." 

"I heard that." Jayne said and the two were off to find there seats.

Throughout the show, Whitney was starting to get mixed feelings about this sport. Yes a big portion of it was violent but the show itself was pretty interesting.

She even saw Jayne's boyfriend, Tom, in action and he was pretty good. No wonder they called him "the dynamite kid". 

"Oh you should meet, Tom." Jayne said as they were walking backstage after the show. "I'm sure he'd be pleased to meet you." 

"He was pretty good in the ring." Whitney said.

"He is, isn't he? I'm very proud of him. " Jayne said. "I can see him making it big one day." 

"You sound like a wonderful girlfriend." Whitney said.

"Why thank you, now come on, let's go search for him and maybe we can convince him to give you a lift to the motel." Jayne pulled Whitney towards the dressing rooms. Maybe this wasn't such a bad sport. 

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As Bret was getting ready for the morning, he was in deep thoughts. How on earth was he going to ask Witney out to dinner. The even worse part is that he didn't even talk to her once. He had to think of something before the weeks went by and she would leave.

"Are you even listening to me?" Owen snapped him out of his thoughts. 

"What?" 

"I asked if you wanted to get breakfast with me, Davey and Tom?" Owen said.

"Oh, yea, sure."  Bret asnwered.

Davey boy smith came out of of the bathroom, his chin covered in shaving cream.

"What's wrong with you? You've been zooning out since yesterday."

"I know what's wrong with him." Owen smirked. "He's in love."

"I am not." Bret said.

"With who?" Davey frowned. 

"Whitney, the reporter that's staying with us." Owen explained. Davey looked at Bret. 

"I thought you had something with Melanie?" Davey said. The room went quiet. Bret looked up at his brother. He had hoped that her name wouldn't be mentioned again.

Melanie was a girl he had been seeing for four months. But there was one slight problem. He wasn't sure were this relationship was going with Melanie. Was he in love with her? Maybe. Bret didn't want to break her heart, so instead he told her they needed a slight break just so he could do some thinking. Has he called her since the break? No. Was he planning on doing that? Not at all. 

"Who?" Owen asked.

"Are you going to tell him or should i?" The brit asked. 

"Fine, Melanie is a girl i met on the japan tour four months ago." Bret explained. "She was a photographer, we talked, exchanged numbers and  then started seeing each other." 

"How come Davey knows about this and I don't?" Owen said.

"Because nobody was supposed to know, Davey found out by accident."  Bret said. "I wasn't sure about this relationship, that's why I kept it from everybody." 

"Do you still like her?" Owen asked.

"I don't know, I haven't figured it out yet." Bret said. "That's why we're on a break." 

"Have you called her or anything?" Davey asked.

"No."

"That's kind of mean, Bret." 

"Listen, the only reason I did that is in hopes that she'll get the memo that I want nothing to do with her anymore." Bret said. "Now enough about Melanie, how do I ask out Whitney." 

Owen and Davey crossed their  arms.

"What?" Bret looked at them. 

"We are not gonna help you until you call Melanie and break up with her. " Owen said. 

"Breaking up over the phone? That's even meaner don't you think." Bret said.

"Alright then asked her to meet up after we get back home." Davey said. 

Bret let out a sigh. Were they really doing this to him? 

"Fine, fine, I'm calling her right now." Bret picked up the phone on the nightstand and dialed her number. It rang three times until he heard a faint: "Hello?" 

"Melanie?"

"Bret? Hi, how are you?" She sounded so excited to hear him, which made Bret feel a bit bad. 

"I'm great, how are you?"

"Fine, I thought I would never hear from you again, I was beginning to worry." Melanie said.

"I, uh, I was busy." Bret said. "Listen, I was calling you to ask if you would meet up somewhere after I get back home?" 

"Oh sure, why?" 

"Oh, it's uhm, it's about our break." He said. "Nothing serious of course." 

Davey and Owen groaned. It was a big deal.

"Oh, alright, i'll see you when you get back then." Melanie said. As they said their goodbyes, Bret put the phone down.

"Happy." He said.

"No, you kind of lied to her saying it was nothing serious." Owen said. 

"It is nothing serious." Bret said.

"You're breaking up with her, Bret, it is a big deal." Owen said.

"Whatever, are we gonna get breakfast or not?" Bret asked as he walked to the door. 

"I'll go get Tom." Davey said. 

"You're paying for it, since you are being an idiot." Owen said. 

Bret scoffed. He was gonna have to figure it  out himself  how he would ask Whitney out. 

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*stops car infornt of you guys and pulls sunglasses up* "it's Brittany ,bitch "

Hey ya'll. How yall doing. Hope you liked chapter 3. I was thinking about uploading this whole weekend so stay tuned for more. Alright imma go. Love ya'll ~ thys❤

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[damnedparker]

comedown

pairing: alex law x reader (gender neutral; no y/n)

warnings: angsty hurt/comfort, sad and probably mildly out of character alex law, showering together (no smut or anything though)

summary: after the events with his roommates and their situation with hugo, alex feels crippling regret, knowing nowhere else to go except to his best friend, and the one person he cares deeply for.

title is from the song comedown by bush. i recommend you give it a listen, and it feels very alex to me <3 

so this just kind of exploded out of my keyboard? i kind of thought of this as maybe what’s going on underneath alex’s loud, brazen personality during the events of shallow grave. may have taken too many liberties, as he’s quite soft and sad during this but i wanted to try something different. my trope of intimacy via showers is still here though because i am weak. 

The alarm clock at your bedside blared the red numbers 4:12 into the black of your room when you were awoken by the crack of thunder, followed shortly by a knock at your apartment door. You sighed, staring at your ceiling for a moment before dragging yourself out of bed, all fucks having been lost back with your unconscious self, and threw on an oversized red shirt to cover your pants-less legs while you went to answer the door.

“Alex?” You woke up a bit more at the sight of your best friend, half-soaked in his usual many layers of jacket, flannel, and sweatshirt, except said layers were a bit askew and dirty. “What— are you okay?” Alex just shrugged, looking at you with tired eyes. Usually, some exploitive or loud comment would immediately escape his lips, so his silence concerned you.

“Sorry, I just-I needed to see you,” he stuttered out. You stepped closer to him, tilting your head in concern. His eyes were shining with tears he was clearly holding back. “I know it’s fuckin’ late.”

“No, it’s okay,” you shook your head, reaching up to brush his hair away from his eyes. “What happened?”

“I…” He took a deep breath, looking away. His eyes seemed to cloud over, and he got lost in his thoughts for a second before he finally broke and the tears began falling. In all your years of friendship, you had never seen Alex cry before, and this completely broke you. Something was wrong.

“Oh, Alex,” you murmured, pulling him into a tight hug. His head fell forward onto your shoulder, wetting the shirt you had pulled on. You ran your fingers through his hair, letting him hold you tightly. The thunder continued outside, filling the silence around Alex’s small sobs and sniffles. You stood together near your front door for a long time, just holding each other.

“I probably just ruined your shirt,” he inhaled and lifted his head finally, going to fiddle with the sleeve of said shirt before realization came over his face with a small smile. “Or my shirt.”

“You must have left it here last time you came over.” You replied quietly. His eyes met yours and suddenly you were very aware of how close the two of you were.

“Yeah,” his voice was soft. “Suits you.” He took a deep breath, continuing to finger the hem of your sleeve.

“Alex… what’s going on?” Your hand pushed forward to intertwine your fingers with the ones messing with your shirt sleeve. Alex swallowed, opening his mouth and closing it, not able to speak for a moment.

“It’s complicated.”

“Tell me.”

“I’m…” He pulled away, walking past you and standing in the middle of your living room, his back to you. “I don’t think you want to know.”

“Of course I want to know,” you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, following him. “Alex, I know something is seriously wrong. I want to help.”

“There’s nothing to help with. It’s-it’s already done,” his voice began to break again. “And I don’t want to scare you or-or make your opinion of me change. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“Alex, you’re scaring me by not telling me,” you took his hand again, pulling him back towards you. He smelled of something earthy, mixed with his regular musky, spicy cologne. You wanted to drown in his scent. “Please.” Your best friend looked at you for a long time, his eyes full of both fear and great care for you. Alex would never admit it, but he was absolutely soft around you. You could tell. He didn’t act like this around anyone else, and although he had certainly never cried in front of you before now, he had definitely gone sweet on you in your moments alone. Which only grew your suspicion of him returning your feelings.

“I don’t deserve your care, sweetness,” the pet name he used for you in moments of rare sincerity made warmth crawl up your spine. “I don’t deserve to be your friend.” Your gaze and his were locked together, unmoving, and you decided to take your chance.

“Then don’t be,” you murmured, leaning against his chest. “Be something more.”

“I love you,” Alex murmured. “I should have told you a long time ago. Before what I got myself into. Because now I’ve dragged you into my fucking mess.”

“I don’t care,” you looked back up at him. Your hand caressed his cheek, and he leaned into your touch gratefully. “I’m in far too deep, you annoying shit.” Alex scoffed in amusement before leaning forward to steal his first of many kisses from you. He leaned back only ever so slightly; his breath warm across your lips. You chuckled half-heartedly, still feeling the distress and sadness emanating from him. “You smell like dirt.”

“Yeah, no shit,” he huffed. “Can I use your shower? And then we can… talk about things.”

“How about we both have a shower and talk about things?” Another kiss. You didn’t wait for an answer before tugging him along with you to the bathroom.

While the shower began to heat up, you kept the lights dim, and lit a few candles so the both of you wouldn’t slip and fall just trying to move around. Once you finished, you found Alex still standing in all his messy clothes, just watching you with a soft expression on his face. He squeezed your hand once it was in his grasp again.

“You gonna shower in your clothes or what?” You kept your teasing soft, trying to keep him in decent spirits. Usually, Alex would respond immediately with a sarcastic or witty comment, but he continued to be quieter than normal. You began to take off his many layers, and he pushed on with your encouragement, beginning to help you with your clothes as well. Eventually the two of you were both completely undressed, about to step in the shower. In any other version of this scenario, you would be all over each other already and probably waking your neighbors, but the sadness coming from Alex’s unknown problem still hung in the air. You pulled him underneath the water.

Alex let the water wet his hair, already rinsing out some of the grime left in it from whatever the hell he had gotten himself into. He just stood there, eyes closed for a while, taking in the warmth of your body as well as the water and steam around the both of you.

“Bend down a bit, let me help you, baby.” Alex heeded your instructions, almost keening from the feeling of your fingertips against his scalp. His thumb traced circles on your hip as you stood closer to lather the shampoo all over his head.  “Will you tell me what’s going on now?”

You didn’t know what to expect when Alex began to explain everything, but to say the least you didn’t expect it to involve a dead body. You were completely shocked, and felt a little sick, not knowing how you were ever going to respond to this. It wasn’t until Alex got halfway through and started breaking down again, tears flooding his eyes, that you realized what was going on. The crippling guilt and regret he felt. The nightmares he was having. The palpable tension between his roommates and the lack of security he felt after being attacked. Soon enough his words were going a mile a minute, and he was in a loop of rambling about how he knew it was his fault, it was his idea, his mistake, his stupid fucking misguided decision.

“Alex,” you said, but that didn’t succeed him in stopping. You kept repeating his name, but he couldn’t stop the words pouring out of his mouth, not when his body began to shake, the tears overwhelmed him, or the water ran cold. “Alex.” You placed your hands on his shoulders and squeezed, almost reminding him you were still there. He finally stopped, chest heaving in stress and panic, and he just looked at you with an expression that said help me. “It’s gonna be okay.”

“How—"

“Take it a step at a time. We’ll figure it out. I’ll help you.” You told him softly, reaching for a towel to help dry him off. When you were finished, you wrapped it around his shoulders, and he clutched the two ends together like a small child.

Once you were able to guide Alex out of the bathroom, now dressed in an old t-shirt of yours and his previous pair of boxers, you quickly threw on a similar outfit, a t-shirt Alex had gifted you a few months ago for your birthday, and your underwear. The two of you sat on your bed facing each other, legs crossed and knees touching. You reached over to brush his now wet hair out of his face, tucking it behind his ears. Alex was the first to speak.

“I understand if you never want to speak to me again—”

“Alex, please,” you shook your head. “I love you. What you did, I mean, you and I both know it was…” You couldn’t find the right words, but he nodded, understanding. “But I know you. And the fact that you came to me, the way you reacted… you regret it. If it wasn’t for that I don’t know if we’d both be sitting here, you know?” Alex nodded, now fiddling with one of your stuffed animals that took residence in your bed, one that Alex usually made fun of, but was now holding for comfort. “You can move past this. I’ll help you. I’m not losing you now.”

“Thank you,” he murmured, words you had rarely heard from that obnoxious man’s mouth. “I said it before but I really don’t deserve you.”

“You deserve to be loved,” you held his face gingerly in your hands. His skin was warm, jaw only just a bit prickly from not being freshly shaved. “And I love you.”

“Don’t know why,” he took one of your hands and kissed your palm before cradling it to his chest. “You’re a right fucking idiot for that.”

“Probably so,” you smiled at his small effort at banter that was returning.

“Can we cuddle for a while?” The hair behind his ear returned in front of his eyes as he tilted his head at you in question.

“Of course, you big baby.”

“You’re going to drive me fucking insane.” He mumbled and kissed your forehead, pulling you down on top of him as he made himself comfortable in your nest of pillows. You rested your chin on his chest to look up at him as he stared at the glow in the dark stars sprinkled across your ceiling, now fading a bit with the approaching light of dawn coming through your window. “Are you going to stare at me while I sleep?”

“If I so desire,” you grin, sitting up just a bit to lean over him. “You’re pretty easy on the eyes.” He grinned, clearly never not in the mood to have his ego stroked. You planted a kiss on his lips. Alex hummed into it, hand slipping down to pull your thigh across his legs, so you were positioned like a koala, half on his chest, with him hugging you protectively.

Tomorrow would be a new, better day. The start of a second chance.

[bbaronpiper]

Moment of weakness pt.2

Hi guys! part 2 is here. I just wanted to say thank you all so so much for all the feedbacks, support, likes and reblogs for the previous part. It made my heart swell with joy. love you all! I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it. Please know that I tried to tone down the angst on this part. but failed. haha sorry, I’m a sucker for angst stories. 

Anyway, heres part 1 if you haven’t read it yet. 

Warnings: lots and lots of angst, cheating, swearing, use of drugs and writings of an amateur wanna-be writer.

GIF not mine ctto.

Arón x reader

Arón’s P.O.V

Loud music was blasting through the speakers as the crowd go crazy. Night out with the boys was always fun. And it is. But not for me at least not tonight. Guilt was drowning me. I was lost in my thoughts when I heard Miguel’s voice.

“Do you love her?” Miguel asked me out of nowhere. But I answered immediately. It was a no brainer question. “Si, I love her with everything in me” I said wholeheartedly.

“Who?” He raised an eyebrow. “Hermano, I never mentioned a name. Who were you thinking?” he said with a straight face. He knew about my unfaithfulness. Oh boy how he wanted to beat the shit out of me when he found out I was cheating on Y/N. I begged him not to say a word saying I should be the one to tell her. And I was really planning to. I just don’t know how.

“Y/N, of course. She’s my girlfriend” I meant it. I was really thinking of her when I answered Miguel’s question.

“Then why are you doing this to her?” Miguel pushed as if I wasn’t on the verge of a mental breakdown yet.

He had me speechless. This fucker. It felt like as if a truck on full speed ran over me, shift gear to reverse and ran me over and over again. “No more” I whispered to answer Miguel’s question.

It was supposed to be a one-time thing. A moment of weakness. The other woman, she, who-shall-not-be-named and I met on set. She was our make-up artist. Damn, Y/N even met her once when she visited me. There was no excuse to what I did or why I did it but that supposed to be a one-time thing became a bad habit. 4 months. I’ve been fucking her for four months and I swore every damn time that it was the last one. That we’ll stop. But I craved for her. Stupid.

But that’s over now. Tomorrow, I swear I will end it once and for all. I can’t do this to Y/N anymore. I love her too much. Fuck. I even bought her a ring. I want to spend the rest of my life with her, make up for all the mistakes I’ve done.

Sometimes, part of me just wanted to pretend I did nothing wrong, go on with life and not tell Y/N. I am scared as hell but she deserved better.  I knew what the consequences might be but I owe her the truth. My hands are shaking I couldn’t even insert the fucking key on my door’s keyhole. “Joder!” I sigh frustrated.

 Once I got in our apartment. All things went to shit. Everything was a blur. The next thing I knew, I was on the floor wishing a truck really just ran me over.

I lost her. Puta mierda. I lost her.

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Hours turned to days, turned to weeks, turned to months. I don’t even know what the date today is. All I know is that I want to numb the pain. And what better way to do that than to turn to alcohol and drugs. I felt my body getting weaker everyday but I don’t give a fuck. What else am I gonna lose? Oh, that’s right. Nothing! Oh god, I don’t even know where she is right now. I tried to call her. I tried to look for her but nobody knows where she is. I really tried.

So here I am sitting on my bathroom floor drowning in sorrow, high as fuck. I feel awful but that doesn’t compare to the hurt I felt when she told me she was done with me. I keep on hearing her voice inside my head. I see her every damn time I close my eyes. Memories flooded in my brain. The way she looked at me with anger in her eyes. The pain and disappointment in her voice as she told me she knew for months. She’s been suffering alone for months. But I was too selfish to see it. If I just loved her properly maybe I would still have her.

I miss the warmth of her body. Her soft lips against mine. The way our bodies perfectly fit together when we’re making love. How she would always make my days better. She’s my rock, my everything, she kept me sane. I wished I realized this sooner before I hurt her as badly as I did.

Everything is spinning, my head hurts like a bitch.

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Y/N’s P.O.V

You swore you’ll never be back here but you need to get the rest of your things. It’s been a month and a half in hell. You don’t know what to expect. Maybe he’s with her. You thought. Maybe he asked her to move in with him by now. But you couldn’t care less. It’s none of your business now. All you have to do was to grab your things as fast as you could and fly out the window.

You open the front door and slowly walked in like a thief, careful not to be seen nor heard. You went straight to the room you used to share with Arón. You felt a sting on your heart. You missed this. As you were grabbing your bags, you heard a small sound coming in the bathroom.

Fuck! He’s home. You panicked.

You don’t know what’s gotten into you but you felt like you have to check the bathroom and so you did.

As you entered, you saw him sitting on the cold hard floor with his back leaning on the wall for support. He had his eyes closed and looking so pale as the night you left him. It scared you for a while thinking he’s passed out or even dead. Until he stirred a little. You let out a sigh of relief.

You felt bad for him. Yes, he broke you, but still, you loved him once in your life and seeing him like this still had an impact on you. So, you kneeled in front of him. Held his face trying to get his eyes to open. “Hey, Arón?” you nervously said.

“No, no, no, god, no, por favor, no… Detener, hazlo parar.” (…stop, make it stop) he whispered. Eyes still shut closed.

You were confused. ‘til you looked around and saw empty bottles of alcohol. And what the fuck is that? Is that joint? And Pills? Oh, god. He mixed all of this? You thought to yourself. That’s when it clicked you. He thought he was hallucinating.

You got up to get a towel. You soaked it with cold water and wipe Arón’s face with it gently. Memories of you with him starts to creep in and you swore you wanted to run away. But you stayed.

“Arón” you tried speaking to him again. Shaking him a little. That’s when his eyes opened.

“Y/N,” he whispered. You barely heard him, he looked straight at you. “Bebé? Is it really yo.. are you really here?” he said as he reached out for you for confirmation that you really are there.

“Yes, I’m here. what did you do? What’s all this? How are you feeling?” you asked all those questions. Sounding more concern than you should be. As if you were still his girlfriend.

He just shrugged as tears start building up on his tired eyes. It took a while for him to answer “I missed you bebesita”

“I told you not to call me that” oh no, the anger you had inside you starts to resurface.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for what I did. I-I.. just missed you s-so much. Duele mucho.” (it hurts so bad) He said. Finding it difficult to speak. Shutting his eyes again. Wincing in pain. Not because he felt like shit because of drugs and alcohol but because he felt your anger towards him.

“C’mon, let’s get you to bed so you can rest. I’ll make you some soup” trying to hold back tears. He will never see me shed a tear for him ever again. you thought.

You helped him up. Lead him to bed and when he lied down, he murmured “Gracias” as you wiped his face and torso with the towel you still have on hand. Gulping a little when you saw his bare torso. god! he’s beautiful. You snapped out of it and pull the covers up to cover him. Not today satan! You thought to yourself.

You look at his sleeping form for a few seconds. Indulging his appearance: his pouty lips that you oh so loved, his mini tattoos, his moles, his shaved head with his little curls starting to grow back, for one last time. As you wished this was really the last time you had to see him. You wanted to move on. You needed to move on. But as you turn around, he grabbed you by the wrist.

“Stay. Lay down with me. Por favor… at least just until I fall asleep” He begged looking at you. You can hear the pain and tiredness in his voice.

You just stood there dumbfounded not knowing what to do. “Please” you heard him repeat himself. That’s when you finally gave in. took off your shoes and got under the covers with him. Fucking satan’s not done yet. He got me this time.

You were laying on your back when he turned to you and put his head on your shoulder and wrapped an arm around you. And you let him. You let him. It felt like it was killing you over again but at the same time it brought you sanctuary. You don’t even know how that’s possible. But you missed this. You missed him.

Both of you were enjoying the moment in silence until he spoke softly “Y/N, I’m really sorry for all the pain I’ve caused you… if I could just turn back time you know I wou…” you cut him off.

“Shut up, Arón” your chin starts to quiver as you felt fresh tears starting to form. “Please. Stop it. I can’t...” you were the one begging now.

He obeyed you. Not a single word fell out of his lips. His breathing was steady and you could hear his soft snores signaling he’s already asleep. You carefully got out of bed. Then headed to the get the rest of the bags you came here for. You had already prepared them that dreadful night. And just as you were about to turn the doorknob to leave. You heard him speak in his sleep.

“She’s not worth it, Bebé”

And just like that. all the tears you held all day, burst. You covered your mouth with your hand and hurried yourself to get out of that room and closed the door. You slide down on it as you felt your legs got weaker while you cried your heart out. Fuck you satan, that one hurt like a bitch.

Oh, how the tables have turned. Now, you were the one on the floor, weeping.

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Note: That’s it guys! I was torn between a happy ending or this one. But since I’m an angsty biatch, I went for this one. And I’m not really sure if we are supposed to forgive someone who broke us like this. Anyway, before we get personal here, I want to thank ya’ll again for reading.

Also, I’m considering on making this a trilogy. Oorrr it’s better just to leave it like this. What do you think? Feel free to drop suggestions. Ciao! <3

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UPDATE! READ PART 3 HERE 

[blueeyedgeorgie]

Close My Eyes(2)

I close my eyes and I make believe You’re the one that’s holding me…

Pairing: WillNE x Reader

Word Count: 3.1k+

Pronouns: She/Her

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"You really want my honest opinion?“

Will and Y/n sat side by side in front of his desk as YouTube had been pulled up on his computer screen.

"Yup,” Y/n gave a small nod as her eyes watched the screen scroll down through Will’s homepage.

"I think you’re being a bit harsh on Gaby. She was just trying to look out for you,“ Will stopped scrolling and looked to Y/n.

"Was I just being bitchy?” Y/n let out a small sigh.

"Well, I wasn’t there so I can’t decide that for you. But from what I’ve heard, I’m just assuming you were just being a little bit sensitive,“ Will gave a small shrug, looking back to his computer screen.

"Maybe it was just the engagement butterflies,” y/n replied. Will didn’t say anything, all he could do was focus on refusing to allow himself to cringe.

After a few moments of looking for random videos to react to, Will and Y/n had decided to watch a couple of 90 Day Fiance videos. With a lineup of five videos, Will turned on his camera and began his usual intro.

"Right, Hello! How’s it going? Welcome back to the-“

Will had only just begun his intro when a soft tug came from the top of his head, pulling the black beanie off his head to show his messy bed head.

Will looked to Y/n, seeing the girl place the beanie on her own head. "Yeah, so I plan on wearing this for the entire video.”

"Oh, okay-“ Will had paused, his voice cracking. Y/n let out a small laugh. The butterflies in Will’s stomach had only increased from her laugh. ‘God, you’re gorgeous.’

Will cleared his throat before he began to speak again, "Alright then, but you’ve just exposed how lazy I actually am.” Will had motioned to his hair, which seemed to never have met a hairbrush in its life.

Y/n merely stood up and walked out of the room.

"N/n? Where you going?“ Will called after her, turning in his seat.

Y/n didn’t reply, only to walk back into the room moments later with a hairbrush in hand.

"Did you go into my bathroom to find a hairbrush?” Will let out a playful scoff.

"Yes, now shush,“ Y/n smiled, turned the brunette back around to face the camera. For what felt like forever, Y/n had brushed out Will’s hair, fixing it up. While y/n was busy with that, Will had opened up a new window, pulling up Instagram. Soon enough, Y/n had finished up and sat back down next to her dear friend.

Will looked into the screen of his camera, seeing himself. "Holy shit, Y/n… it looks great.”

"I know,“ Y/n gave a nod as she watched him.

"Anyways, today we have y/n here to watch some good ol’ 90-day fiance,” Will immediately went back into his intro as Y/n gave a small wave to the camera.

The pair had ended up watching the first two videos on big Ed.

"Big Ed honestly scares me quite the bit,“ Y/n had spoken up just as they had finished the third video.

"I can understand why,” Will chuckled. “You’re a gorgeous young lady, Ed here would probably come after you telling you to shave your legs.”

'Did I just call her gorgeous?'

"Yo-“

Before Y/n could continue what she was saying, she had been stopped by the sound of her phone ringing. Everett was calling.

"Sorry for not turning off my ringer… do you mind if I take this?” Y/n let out a small sigh.

"It’s… it’s alright, go ahead,“ Will gave a small shrug, pulling out his own phone.

Y/n had left the room, only to walk into the hallway as she picked up the phone.

"Y/n, where are you?”

Y/n sucked in a breath as soon as she heard her fiance’s voice. He was clearly very upset. “I’m hanging out with… Will. We’re working on a video together.”

"Are you joking?“ Everett quickly shot back, "if he posts a video with you in it, how will that make me look? Like a fool. My fiance is hanging around other men and not even bothering to tell me of her whereabouts.”

"I’m sorry, Ev. Will’s just a friend, nothing more,“ Y/n let out a soft sigh as she leaned against the wall.

"I want you to come home right now. Just the thought of you hanging around him annoys me. You could be cheating on me at this very moment and I could never know,” venom was laced in Everett’s voice as he spoke.

"Well, if I could just finish the video with Will and he post-“

"Just come home, Y/n. Like I told you,” Y/n’s fiance had finally snapped, slightly raising his voice. Y/n flinched, pulling the phone away from her ear.

"Alright, alright… I’m on my way,“ Y/n had quickly hung up, walking back into Will’s bedroom.

Will turned in his seat to look back at Y/n, "You ready to film again?”

"I’m sorry, Will. I have to go… Everett needs me,“ Y/n bit her lip.

'I really don’t want to go. I just want to waste the day away filming with you.’

"Oh… okay then… Do you want me to walk you back to your car?” Will replied. There was some type of emotion on his face that Y/n couldn’t properly read.

'Please don’t go back to that jackass. Stay with me.’

"No, it’s alright,“ Y/n gave a small shrug. "You should get started on refilming… or just continuing the video we had already started filming."

'There’s nothing more I’d like than having you walk with me. But I don’t want there to be any chance someone spots us and Everett gets mad.’

"You sure?”

'I honestly don’t think I could be in the mood for filming once you leave.’

"Yeah… I’ll see you later.“

'God, I wish I could stay.’

"Yup, have fun with your fiance.”

'I fucking hate him.’

Y/n let out a small giggle, “I’ll try to.”

'Please make me stay.’

With that, Y/n headed out of the room still wearing Will’s beanie, her smile fading as soon as Will could no longer see her.

A week had passed by since when Y/n and Will had tried to film a video together. Anytime Will had tried to text or call Y/n, she’d only end up texting back something that wasn’t even a full sentence and she’d never bother to pick up. This had only made Will much more stressed than he had to be.

"Maybe she’s just been busy lately, Will,“ Alex had pulled Will out of his thoughts as soon as he mentioned 'she’.

Will was on a Discord call with the other Eboys, they had just been chatting about whatever came to mind and future plans for the Eboy channel.

"Yeah, busy fucking her fiance,” Will let out a dramatic scoff.

"Will, calm down. I told you that she’s probably just in love with the idea of love. She’ll get over Conway before the wedding even comes close to happening,“ George had commented.

"Wait, I’m actually confused here. Is there something going on between Will and Y/n?” James added on. James being James, he had never realized that Will had been crushing on his best friend, while both George and Alex had figured it out quicker than they should have.

"Will had been crushing on Y/n since forever,“ Alex summarized.

"Wait, and so you never told me Will, but you told both George and Alex?” James had asked his second question.

"No, they had just found out about it on their own,“ Will let out a deep sigh.

"I… I actually think you and Y/n would look cute together,” James had merely given a shrug even though the rest of the boys couldn’t see him.

"Same here,“ George had claimed after James had finished up talking.

"I honestly think all of us think that’s the pair of you would be a good couple, Will,” Alex had also pointed out.

At this point, Will had been listening to his friends while he stared at the iPhone he held in his lap. Y/n’s texts had been pulled up. He scrolled through, rereading their conversations.

"Honestly, I think you should just say fuck it and tell her how you’re feeling,“ James spoke.

Will looked up from his phone to his computer, "Are you kidding? She’s engaged, James. She’d reject me right away and everything would be awkward between us.”

"Well, at some point you’ll have your chance, Will,“ George let out a sigh.

Will only shook his head, looking back to his phone.

'Should I tell her?’

“Okay so, welcome back to the Eboys channel. Today I’m with-obviously the rest of the Eboys,” George had begun speaking to his camera. The boys had decided to film another video of the Eboys channel.  Will had let out his usual laugh of joy as George had done the intro. “Please say hello.” At the same time, James, Alex, and Will had ended up waving to their cameras, let out their ‘hellos’ in different tones. “And today, we’ve done a green screen challenge. Now, who wants to explain what a green screen challenge is?” George had quickly finished his intro, beginning to speak about the topic of today’s video. “Probably you because you’re doing the intro mate,” Will had responded. Just as he spoke, his phone buzzed. Y/n had texted him. N/N: Proud to say I still have your beanie. A small smile came across Will’s lips as he quickly typed back; 'Jokes on you, I have plenty more.’ “Yeah, I think you should do it,” James commented, pulling Will’s attention back to the video. Alex had let out a slight wheeze from James as Will continued his laughing. “Basically, what we’ve done is we’ve recorded ourselves in front of our green screens, sent the footage to each other and basically come up with whatever we can,” George had tried to be quick once more in explaining what was going to happen. “Good explanation, George,” James had smiled to his camera, dramatically clapping. “I’m not good at explaining things but-” “So like the screen is like green and you like get rid of it,” Alex had cut George of, mimicking him in a snottish tone. Soon enough the boys got into reacting to each other’s videos and of course, some of them they absolutely could not put into the actual video. The rotation of who’s videos they’d watch first had gone from Will, who had made his videos quite chaotic in the best ways possible. Alex had gone after Will, his videos had been much more low-quality editing compared to Will’s but they were still hilarious. It was now James’ turn, and of course, all his videos had been more much darker than what the others had expected… except for one video. Will was on screen with a giant smile, “Hi, I’m WillNE. And this turns me on.” Behind him was a photo of Y/n. Will had turned red as soon as the video had played. Each member of the Eboys beside him was laughing. George had even fallen out of his seat. “I don’t think we can even put that video-” “Of course we can!” Alex had cut Will off in between his wheezes, “the internet knows Y/n.” “I-” “If you want to keep the video in say 'I’,” James had cut off Will. All three of the boys had quickly said their 'I’s’ before Will had gotten the chance to intervene. “Alright, looks like this clip will be staying in the video,” George had finally ended up back in his seat, readjusting his glasses. “Fans are gonna be wild about this one,” James added on. Immediately, Alex and George had gone back to laughing hysterically. For what felt like forever they had known about Will’s crush, and to have a video like this online was gonna end up making the fans go even more wild about shipping Will and Y/n than they had already been. “Let’s just pray she doesn’t watch this video,” Will let out a long breath, glancing at his camera with a worried look in his eyes.

Y/n found herself laughing along with the boys as she had gotten to the video of Will saying that she turned him on. Soon enough the boys had ended up posted the Green Screen video and of course the boys had stayed with their word that the video of Will would go into the final cut. Y/n had scrolled to the comments as the video continued to play, seeing all the different comments. (Ship name) IS ENDGAME I guess we’re all going to hell for laughing at James’s edits If Will and Y/n don’t end up together I will literally kms George kinda hot doe Will not wanting the video of him saying Y/n’s hot is such a sub move Y/n giggled to herself as she read what the fans had to say. “Maybe I should just leave one comment…” She found herself typing away for a second or two before she had finally hit the 'comment’ button. WillNE being turned on by Y/n L/n? This is some real tea boys Y/n  had found herself replaying just the small bit of Will saying she turned him on. Why? Oh, she had no clue. Maybe she was just intrigued? But whatever it was, Y/n didn’t want to stop hearing Will say that about her, even if James was the one who had ended up editing it. “Darling, what are you looking at?” Y/n had flinched, shutting off her phone just as she had heard her dear fiance. He was standing behind her as she sat on the couch of their living room. “Just watching some YouTube,” Y/n had given a small smile. “Oh really?” Everett moved to sit next to her, “what exactly were you watching?” “Just a Memeulous video,” she gave a small shrug. “May I see your phone please?” Everett placed his hand out expectantly as his beady eyes stared at her. With a small sigh, Y/n had handed her phone over. Without hesitation, The raven-haired man had opened her phone. He had to know her password, she wasn’t allowed to keep her phone locked away from him. As soon as the phone unlocked, the video had begun playing again. 'Hello, I’m WillNE and this turns me on.’ Everett’s grip on the phone tightened. “This is the type of videos you enjoy watching?” His voice had deepened, “you enjoy watching your male friend say that he’s sexually attracted to you when you’re engaged to someone?” “Everett, it’s not like that-” “Then explain to me, Y/n!” Everett had snapped angrily, pushing the phone into Y/n’s face. “Because it looks like you’d prefer to have this fool over me!” At this point Everett had raised his voice, making Y/n flinch. “It’s just a joke-the boys are just playing around-” “Stop defending them,” Everett had yelled, keeping the phone pointed into Y/n’s face. “You’re supposed to be my wife soon, not Will’s!” “I know! I’m sorry-” “Oh shut up,” Everett stood up, still holding onto Y/n’s phone. “If you’re smart, you’ll behave. Until then, you’re not getting your phone back anytime soon.” At this point, Y/n had already started crying. She had ended up balling herself up, sitting on the edge of the couch. She felt like shit. Everett found himself walking into their room, slamming the door shut, causing the door frame to shake. He had quickly locked the door and sat at his desk, opening up his laptop. 'This jackass dares to try and take what’s mine,’ he had thought to himself as he began to google everything he could possibly find on his enemy. After around an hour or two, Everett had ended up collecting a handful of information. His name is Will Lenney and his birthday is March 11, 1996. He had known Y/n since forever and his fanbase had loved the thought of them being a couple together. He had played a charity game of football and he has over 3 million subscribers. The more Everett knew, the more he hated Will. Soon enough, he had found himself on YouTube with 'WillNE and Y/n’ in his search bar. There were tons of videos. But a certain video had caught his eye. ’Will and Y/n acting like a married couple for 6 minutes straight.’ Everett’s blood boiled as he clicked onto the video. The video began with a short clip of Will and Y/n dancing together from the time they had been invited to a party. They both were single at the time and had decided to go together. The dance had been sweet and gentle as Will’s hands had been placed on Y/n’s hips while Y/n leaned her head against his shoulder. The video had continued on to another scene where Alex, Will, and Y/n all sat in front of a MacBook on a white couch. Will had ended up laughing hard at something on Will’s computer, having him throw his head into Y/n’s lap. Y/n smiled down at him and had gently brushed her fingers through his hair. 'I think I’m just gonna stay like this for the rest of the video,’ Will had hummed, closing his eyes. 'I’m alright with that,’ Y/n giggled. The video had changed again. This time Will and Y/n sat in a room together at a desk, Y/n had been explaining something about 'stage kissing.’ Gently, Y/n brushed her fingers onto Will’s lips and leaned in. 'Wait so we’re not gonna actually kiss?’ Will had interrupted. 'Yeah, but you also get clickbait,’ Y/n hummed with a playful smile. Everett slammed his Macbook shut. He felt sick. All this time Will had been messing around with his girl, even before they had been together. 'I need to know what she has to say about this,’ Everett stood up, unlocking the door. As soon as he had stepped into the living room, his eyes glazed over the scene. She was gone. Everett was quick on his feet, continuing to look around for there to be any chance that she was still in the apartment. Nowhere. She was nowhere. With a loud sigh, Everett pulled out his phone and quickly dialed the one person who would know where she’d be. “What do you want, Conway?” Gaby’s irritated one could be heard. “Is she with you?” “No, she’s not. And 'she’ has a name,” Gaby could be heard scoffing loudly. “Whatever. Do you know where she is?” “I have a couple of guesses but I’m not gonna tell you.” “Tell me or I’ll revoke your wedding invitation,” Everett growled. That hit a nerve. Gaby and Y/n had been looking all over for a nice maid of honor dress for her to wear and Gaby had soon enough found a couple she actually liked. “She’s probably at Will’s home or something,” Gaby let out a long sigh. “Where is that?” “Why should I-” “I’ll gladly take you off the guest list.” Within minutes, Everett was in his car driving off to take back his bride.

[aceavatar]

Messy

Mako x Reader (Asami x Reader, Korra x Reader, Asami x Korra)

Warnings: none?

“I can’t believe that Korra and Asami are getting married today.” Bolin says, straightening his tie.

“Me neither.” Mako and I mutter at the same time.

“Is it weird for you, y/n?” Bolin asks.

“Uhhh...” I say, scratching my neck.

———

“Be quiet, y/n!” Asami whispered.

I nodded, clasping my hand over my mouth so I wouldn’t giggle.

“Girls!!! Get back here this instant!” Our teacher scolded.

Asami and I were standing on the toilet, in the stall so our teacher couldn’t see our feet.

“You two are gonna be in big trouble.” She said, leaving the bathroom.

Once the door shut, Asami and I giggled.

“We got her, huh y/n?” She said, smiling at me.

“Sure did.” I grinned, hopping off the toilet. “Where are we going to go now?”

“Home?” She asked, raising her eyebrows.

“Yeah!” I grinned.

We climbed out of a window, and sprinted back to Asami’s mansion for the rest of the afternoon.

“How come I always have the most fun with you, y/n?” Asami said absentmindedly.

We were both seated in pajamas on a couch in the living room, painting our nails.

“I dunno.” I said, blowing on my right hand.

“Do you like it here?” Asami asked.

“Of course. I’m so grateful you and your dad took me in.” I smiled.

Her father needed a distraction after he lost his wife, so he picked up a kid from off the street and gave her a home. I happened to be that kind

“Good.” She smiled. She then reached out her arms and did little grabby hands.

I giggled and set my nail polish down and moved into her arms. She held me tight and sighed, our legs tangling together.

“I like you, Asami.” I said happily.

“I like you too, y/n.” She said.

Even though we were only fourteen, we thought we’d marry each other. We planned our wedding and everything. It went well, until her father found out.

“What in the spirits are you two doing?!” A male voice boomed through the room.

We were only cuddling in my bed, nothing bad. We were basically kids.

“I’m comforting her, dad. She misses her family.” Asami snapped a lie at her father.

“I know feelings when I see them.” He growled.

I sat there silently, looking at Asami.

“You!” He pointed at me.

I snapped my head towards him and met his furious piercing eyes.

“You made my baby girl like this!” He screamed, making my heart hurt. “You’re not welcome here. Get out. I never want to see you again.”

——————

“Kind of? I mean I’m happy that my childhood best friend is happy.” I shrug, sipping tea.

“Yeah I get that, but what about Korra?” Bolin asked bluntly.

I spit out my tea.

“We’re fine...”

——————

After I got kicked out of the Sato mansion, I sought refuge elsewhere.

I ended up going to the small island by the city to become an Air Acolyte.

At 14, when I found myself at the shore of the island, I shaved my head, wore air nation clothes, and joined the beautiful culture.

I befriended Pema, Tenzin, and Jinora. Meelo developed quite the crush on me, and Ikki and I found ourselves wandering the island in the late morning.

Two peaceful years went by, then she came.

“Y/n’s room is over there. She’s one of our favorite Air Acolytes.” I hear Ikki’s voice.

I smile a little at the compliment and step out to see who’s there. It ended up being none other than the avatar.

“Hi! You’re y/n, right?” She asked, smiling at you, blushing a tad.

“Yes. It is nice to meet you, Avatar Korra.” I bowed.

“The pleasure is all mine.” She smiled at me.

That was the moment she fell for me.

She snuck me out to a pro bending match (which I didn’t really enjoy), but it was nice to do something with her. At the end of the match when we arrived back on the island, she kissed me good night.

We became really close. I comforted her after her airbending training and we hung out together in our free time. I even showed her how to meditate.

I found myself being her rebound. She kissed Mako and all of that drama, she came back to me.

To my horror, Asami was back in the picture.

I ended up avoiding her little “team avatar” until I simply couldn’t any more.

Seeing Asami again was a little weird, especially because she was dating one of the pro benders we met.

When Korra ended up dating Mako, it got strange.

That was when I befriended Bolin. He was kind, and he didn’t try to get with me. He was my buddy, and I loved him (platonically).

After Korra and Mako broke up, Korra came back to me.

I kinda got angry and rejected her, telling her to go do Asami or something, just because I didn’t want to be a backup.

She understood, but somewhat resented me for not being there romantically.

——————

“I mean we haven’t spoken in a while but ya know. We’re okay.”

“Good!” Bolin says, smiling and hugging me. “You two ready for this?”

“Yeah.” Mako says, sighing a little bit.

“Great! I’m gonna find Opal. See you when it starts!” Bolin kisses me on the cheek and hugs Mako, then runs off.

“How are you?” I ask Mako.

“I’m okay.” He smiles gently. “I’m glad they ended up together.”

“Me too.”

The ceremony finally started, and Bolin, Opal, Mako, and I are in our seats.

It’s beautiful, and both girls looked absolutely stunning.

Korra’s dress ended up being a pale, almost white, blue color, while Asami’s was plain white.

I smiled up at them.

A warm gentle hand held mine. I look away from the brides and smile at the firebending boy. He smiles back at me contently.

——————

I sat on the edge of the island, my feet kicking the water. I had just found out I gained airbending after the spirit world and the human world combined and I had an existential crisis.

I felt like I wasn’t worthy of the art I had studied for so long. That I would hurt myself and/or others around me. That I’d never be able to be happy.

I heard footsteps behind me.

“Go away, Bolin. Jokes won’t help this time.” I mutter.

“Uh, I’m not Bolin.”

You sighed and allowed the person to come sit next to you.

“Hey Mako.” I said, not even looking at him.

“Hey, y/n. What’s wrong?”

“Why do you care?” I snapped, crossing my arms.

“I just do, okay?” He snapped back.

I smiled a little bit. “Just a bit of a crisis.” I laughed.

“Do-uh, do you wanna tell me what’s going on?” He asked shyly.

“I’m an air bender. I’m not worthy of the ability, though. I’m a nobody who ruins lives.”

“Woah, what?” He asked. “An air bender? That’s amazing!”

“I guess.”

“You’re an acolyte, literally nobody else deserves to airbend than you.” He said, patting my back soothingly.

“Thanks, Mako.” I smiled and met his eyes. They were kind.

It hit me at that moment that I never really met Mako. Or knew him. I had only heard about him from Korra and Bolin, been somewhat alongside him in some fights, but nothing personal.

“What’re you out here for?” I asked.

“Just needed a break.”

“From what?”

He looked at me.

“If you don’t mind me asking.” I rushed.

“No, it’s okay. I don’t know you, but I feel like I can talk with you freely.” He said, blushing a tad.

“You can. I don’t judge.” I smile.

“Okay, well, I just haven’t ever been able to keep a relationship.” He frowned. “I lost my parents, and I only have my brother left. We’re obviously okay, but I’ve dated and ruined my relationships.”

“Hey. I’m sure it’s not all your fault.” I said, scooting closer to him.

“I’m too unlovable. I’m just, I don’t know. I can’t get it right.”

“I get that.” I chuckle. “I was a rebound for years.”

“Ouch.” He said.

“Yeah. It was actually your fault a couple times.” I joked.

“Wait, what?” He furrowed his eyebrows.

I gave him an ‘are you serious? are you really this blind?’ look.

“You really don’t know?”

“No...”

“Korra.” I laughed. “Anything went wrong, she was at my door.”

“No way,” he gasped.

“Yeah. Honestly when she picked you over me, I was flabbergasted.” I joked.

“I never would have guessed.” Mako laughed.

“Yeah.” I smiled at him, bumping shoulders. “I’m glad I ended my involvement with her.”

“Yeah, me too. I still love her, just, ya know,” he started.

“Not like that.” We both said at the same time, nodding and laughing.

——————

After the ceremony, the party started.

Mako and Opal chat while Bolin and I stuff our faces.

After we eat, Opal and I start to dance together. We became close after Bolin kept gushing to me about Toph’s beautiful granddaughter.

“Y/n?” Mako calls.

“Better go.” Opal smiles at me, giving me a hug.

I smile and jog over to my boyfriend. Yes, boyfriend. (I was surprised I was attracted to guys, too. You’re not the only one.)

“Hey. Thought I lost you.” He jokes, holding my hand gently.

“I’m always here.” I say, hugging him.

“Oh my gosh! Y/n!” A voice says, making us pull apart.

“Asami!” I say, hugging my old friend. “Congratulations! It’s good to see you again.”

“Thank you. It’s good to see you too.” She smiles.

“The dress looks familiar.” I say, nodding at the dress. It’s just like the one I said she should wear for our wedding.

“Yeah, well a genius told me I’d look good in it. So I tried it and I fell in love with it.” She jokes, smiling at me.

I laugh. “I’m really happy for you.”

“Thank you, y/n. I’m really happy for you, too. I’ve never seen Mako so happy.” She nods towards Mako, who’s refilling his fruity drink.

“I’m glad he’s happy.” I smile absentmindedly.

“Y/n!” Korra shouts, nearly tackling me with her hug. “I’m so glad you made it!”

“Me too! Congratulations, by the way.”

“Thanks! Oh hey Mako!” Korra says as Mako walks up to us.

“Hi you guys. Congratulations.” He says genuinely with a smile.

“Thanks Mako.” They both say.

“So, when’s your wedding, huh?” Korra asks, nodding towards Mako and I.

“I-uh, um” Mako stutters.

“Well, sorry to say, but you just missed it. It was yesterday.” I joke, making a face and nodding.

“Wow, I’m so offended. You didn’t invite both of your ex girlfriends to your private wedding.” Asami says, putting her hand to her heart in mock offense.

We all laugh.

“I’m really glad our relationships didn’t work out.” Korra says.

“Yeah, thanks both of you for breaking up with Mako. I wouldn’t have known I like guys if it weren’t for y’all.” I joke.

After a while of talking and laughing between the four of you, you and Mako move to the edge of the party.

“What a nice night it’s been.” I say, looking at the small pink flowers growing from the ground.

“Yeah. I’m glad it wasn’t as awkward as we worried.” Mako says.

“Me too.” I laugh.

We fall into a comfortable silence, looking up at the stars and just being together for a moment.

“I love you, y/n.” Mako says quietly.

“I love you too, Mako.” I say back, turning to kiss him gently.

Thank goodness for the messy love squares/triangles that were formed when we were teenagers.

[suffering-and-happy-about-it]

WhatsApp? Part 1. (Steve Rogers x reader)

Description: You've never been lucky with guys. You just wanted to catch someone's eye, to be loved. One day, that's about to turn completely - with one fake, completely imagined number a guy gave you.

A/N: It's three a.m. here ok? As always, I can't sleep for shit. And I'm really productive. This idea popped up randomly during listening to one Czech rap song. Oh, shoot, I know. Just enjoy okay?

Warnings: None for now. ;) Some arguing Bucky and Sam and gentleman Steve.

Word count: 2 K

Tagging: @missdictatorme 

Series masterlist: H E R E

You couldn’t believe it.

You talked to a guy who was nice, handsome and really well mannered. You were on cloud nine when he wrote his number down and gave it to you with a little bitting his bottom lip.

Little did you know that that guy was a total a-hole. The worst kind of them. He and his fellas just made that freaking number up; and he bit his lip because he holding his laugh, not to appear sexy at all.

But it lined up. The number was reserved for New York. So you were convinced that you got one guy to go to date with and have a nice time. And your friends were totally thrilled when you told them. Literally, no-one could believe it; you were gorgeous in your own way, you were nice but… So naive at times. But now? You have nailed it. You got to score.

And maybe you’ll score with the guy eventually?

That’s what you told to yourself in the morning, sitting on the edge of your bed, writing that number down to add it into your contacts. You almost fell off the bed when a strange name appeared in your WhatsApp contacts.

You didn’t recall him being Steve, but that was alright. You just edited his name in your contacts. Maybe you overheard him yesterday at the club? You tried to study his photo - it was a huge dog, Bernardine you assumed, catching a frisbee with his mouth. You awed. Was that Steve’s dog? Damn, that was cute as hell.

You looked at the name and quote he chose to describe himself on WhatsApp. Steven Rogers: Your patience is the most important thing you have. Don’t lose it. It can bring you great things.

You were in slight awe again - he seemed to be wise and smart. Which only went hand in hand with his good looks you remembered.

Y/N: Hey, handsome. How was the night? Doesn’t your head hurt too much?

You typed with excitement in your moves and then you put your phone down. You were sure that Steve will not text back soon. Only if you knew that you have woken up and completely confused a strange guy on the other end of the line.

———

Steve hummed into his pillow as his phone vibrated on the nightstand he had next to his small bed. He liked to keep thing simple - a small flat with two bedrooms, a kitchen combined with a living room and a small bathroom. It looked exactly how would you expected guy’s nest to look - always a bit messy and it barely felt like home. It needed a woman’s hand badly.

He decided to share his flat with Sam in order not to feel so alone in his flat in Brooklyn. As time passed, they bought a bigger sofa for Bucky. There was three of them living together when any mission was occurring. Steve loved his little place.

Steve searched for his phone with his eyes completely shut. He finally managed to get some sleep after some sleepless nights only to be woken up with a WhatsApp message? Was Tony fucking with him again? It was hardly 8 a.m. But dear God - it wasn’t Tony. It was a completely strange number which popped up and starting a new conversation, having box directly above the Avengers text group.

Steve slowly sat up and frowned.

X: Hey, handsome. How was the night? Doesn’t your head hurt too much?

His first instinct was to block that someone and ho back to sleep. But something temped him to text back. So he went for it. Steve Rogers answered a strange text.

Steve: The night has been pretty good. I slept like a baby, maybe a bit better. My head doesn’t ache, should it? Who am I texting with anyway?

He was proud of himself. That was a huge move forward from a guy that barely could use Google. Tony will be out of his mind when Steve is going to tell him about this. He could text back to a strange person. That excited him.

He waited for a bit, silently listening if the person texts back. There was a silence for ten long minutes; then Steve got up and went to the bathroom. It was a delight to be first in there. Sam took a hilarious time in the room and Bucky always left long brown hair behind him. Using a clean bathroom was a special thing in this flat. And Steve was not willing to let that slide.

The shower was quick, he showered every morning and every evening. Sam always made fun of him being a princess obsessed with his looks. That made him always chuckle. The rest was fast - quick shaving to keep his beard completely under control, a quick brushing of his teeth and then he slicked his hair on its place. It was getting too long - so he knew he would have to visit barber any time soon.

After that, he silently sneaked through the living room, trying not to wake Bucky up from his beauty sleep. He had plenty of time to make breakfast for his fellas. That was his concern until the phone vibrated again. Steve opened the text slowly, expecting everything from it.

He expected a message from an obsessed fan, he expected that that text was only a mistake and that that person clarifies that soon after. Steve embraced himself and prepared himself for seeing something Sam called a ‘nude’, which should be an image of someone’s naked body to please the second side of the conversation.

But it was none of that. It was a normal text and Steve even felt some insecurity from it.

X: Sorry, I can be so dumb sometimes. Lol. My name’s Y/N, we met by the bar yesterday? Did you tell me about the stars? Remember?

Okay, then it was Steve’s time to panic. She had probably mistaken his number with his own. What for god’s sake should he do? What should he text back to that lady? Steve calmed down a bit shrugging his shoulders.

Just as Steve wondered what should he answer, one of his best friends (Sam) walked down the kitchen with his primadonna manoeuvres, looking like a piece of shit.

“I heard that you are making some breakfast,” - Sam sat down on one of the chairs, looking Cap himself down with a playful look. Steve just let it be, watching him, trying to form a question in his head. - “I hope that you will leave some for yo boy Sammy.”

“Stop playing around, Sam. I need advice.” - Steve answered in a firm tone, letting the thing for preparing that delicious breakfast be as they are and sitting opposite to Sam.

“I am a bit overwhelmed that someone like you need help from someone like me.” - Sam playfully wiggled his eyebrows. - “Okay, what do you need, Cap?”

“So, I got a text message from someone this morning,” - Steve started to explain and ignored Sams grinning face. He was implementing much more into the situation than what actually happened. - “And I don’t have a single idea what should I answer that person. Are you willing to help me?” - Steve asked shyly.

“Okay, Iceberg. What’s the issue?” - Sam leaned his elbows into the kitchen table and once he had a very serious expression.

“It is a girl. A miss is more on point I guess. She wrote to me that we have… Met. But I don’t recall that. She must’ve met someone different and then misspelt his number.” - Steve recapped most quickly and Sam hummed, quietly offering Steve that he will read her texts. He let him do that.

“Okay Cap. Are we sure it isn’t some crazy-ass woman fangirl? Like one hundred percent sure?” - Sam looked him in the face and gave him his phone back.

“My fan mail of this sort looks way different. I’ve seen things, Sam. She just seems to be clueless.” - Steve sighed.

“Yeah, I’m getting that vibe too, I was just testing you.” - Sam joked and leaned his body closer to Cap, earning a moron look from Steve. - “And you have obviously passed, gee. Spare me those moral looks. Now, what would I do? I would play along. She doesn’t have a clue of who she is writing to, your formal name isn’t that known. I would be the guy she met. Give it some time, you’ll see if she’s hot, and then, maybe some mingle can happen, if ya know what I mean.”

“First of all, champs.” - A humming could be heard coming from the sofa which meant that Bucky is up as well. - “You two are so fuckin’ loud. Second of all. Do you really want to just lie to that lady, Steve?” - Bucky sat up, looking at those two fellas camping at the table; he looked like a Jesus Christ Superstar as Sam used to call him when the morning came.  

“Get those Jesus moral thoughts out of here, Buck. I didn’t say to hurt her, did you even listen to a word I said?” - Sam looked Bucky down with his judging stare and proceeded to frown at him.

“Nobody talked about hurting somebody, birdbrain. But I and Steve were raised with manners back in the good old days. And this isn’t how we would have behaved.” - Bucky leaned into the back of Sam’ chair, looking Steve directly into the eyes. - “You’re the biggest gentleman I know, Rogers. Steve would not lie to a lady.”

“Yeah, Jesus. But he can’t just say Hey! I am Captain America! That girl could just sell his number to some interviewers. Do we want that? No!” - Sam and Bucky had their fight fully on and Steve knew that he can’t stop them at that point. Both were speaking the truth - he was a gentleman, indeed, but he couldn’t say to her who he really is. She must have not connected two dots - not many people knew that Captain’s name was Steve Rogers. Maybe in the sixties, but now?

Yeah, he was taught about in school in history, but usually, the young ones had no interest in it. There was a huge probability that the girl didn’t even know who Steve Rogers was.

“Okay, stop it.” - Steve shouted in panic, looking at those two arguing like a married couple. Bucky and Sam immediately stopped, watching him. - “What should I do?”

“Well, do you want to text with that lady?” - Bucky raised his eyebrows. It was a simple yes or no questions and yet Steve sat there like he couldn’t count to five. Then he nodded lightly.

“I guess so. I don’t know who she is, but she seems to be fun with those nicknames. Let’s give it a shot.” - Steve smiled a bit, relaxed about that situation.

“Listen up, Iceberg. I will tell you what to write.” - Sam leaned closer and started talking.

Steve: I don’t really know what you’re talking about, sadly. Maybe you have met someone different and he didn’t write his number, right? My name’s Steve by the way and it’s really nice to meet you. If you want, I don’t mind to keep this texting on. :)

And he was especially proud about that emoji in the end.

——-

You almost jumped on the phone when it vibrated again. It was from Steve. Did he recall meeting you? As you read the text in your car, you hummed sadly. It wasn’t that man from the bar after all. This was some strange Steve who was well mannered and who was obviously pleased to meet you. That was nice. He wasn’t trying to cut the conversation down, which was lovely as well.

Y/N: Nice to meet you Steve and I’m sorry for waking you up.

And this is how it all has started.

[thefloresgarden]

Sad tales of a 20 something. -FRIENDS AND WEIRD WAYS TO FIND THEM-

Hello! Back again from a long ass time of taking a break from this site and my 2 followers who don’t even reblog my writings.

Anyway, the reason i’m back is because i actually show this blog to one of my bestestssss friends in the world and encourage me to keep going and well here i am.

So i was thinking, maybe since a friend of mine made me come back, I should write about that. So this is it, an Ode to my friends.

I have always been sort of a friendly character, at least in my mind i am. Even when i was a kid and used to cry a lot and be a bit on the side shy, I always had a lot of friends. I even dare to say I was one of the first girls in my fifth grade class yo have actual good guy friends, not only the “popular” kids that chased girls to see under their skirts. Actual good and close friends that I’m still friends with.

So, I went to the same school from elementary until high school, meaning that i had been with the same people for around 12 years, and damn i was tired of it, not from my friends, not from a lot of people to be honest, but maybe more with myself and my lack of abilities to make new friends.

That leads me to my new found weird way to make friends. It started in college when i started as a music engineer major before switching to media and film. Engineering not always equals to men, in this case i guess it did. Some may say having all guy friends is easier no drama and shit, and is true for some part, I’m still grateful of all the guys of my Music engineering program that adopted me and ate lunch with me every day, not to the rest of engineering students that are “nice guys” by mansplaining anything on the math class board before the teacher (female) started explaining, though not gonna lie i didn’t understand shit, i still didn’t want some greasy hair guy with a weird stain on his shirt,that i pray it was toothpaste, to explain me shit. I can fail this class on my own thank you very much.

My first girl friend in college was a girl on the bus that i knew my cousins was a friend with but never formally met her before and i chatted her ear off in the way home, i was so excited i forgot i could be a chatty bitch when i feel happy. When they left the bus (her and her roommate who is lovely too) I started to replay everything we talked about and was already very much regretting living because i was so cringey. I guess i wasn’t that bad, I got a Facebook friend request and became pretty close after that.

First friend I made in my new major program (who i made before switching because of mutual clases) was a girl that i always saw in my favorite class, “Signs, symbols and significances” she was funny, very friendly and clearly friends with at least three quarters of the class. I decided that was my next mission, i left my guy friends side after an exam in our common class and went literally running towards her and another girl (amazing person too) I asked them in the most awkward way how the exam was for them and even if they thought i was weird they didn’t show it and were so nice with me.

I made a mistake though, I told the girl i had a mission on (to be close to) she seemed familiar outside class and she said i did too but we couldn’t remember where from. Until I realized she was the girl that i met in my first day of school in math class and sat next to her. That, until i didn’t hear my name while checking the list and was told that wasn’t the math class, everyone laughed i stand up and trip and yell “puta madre” so hard everyone laughed again. I then found out that story was so funny to her she actually used it as an ice breaker when meeting new people and started introducing me as the “puta madre” to everyone. At least she got me a lot of new friends, and besides having passed more than 5 years, she still reminds me of it and she still is one of my closest friends.

Another story, I was an exchange student and knew nothing about the culture (only basics, didn’t want to be rude), the language or anyone in this new country. I was so lost I literally was trying hookup apps to meet friends (never works tho, at least on me). It was my second day in Seoul and saw there was a kpop concert of one of the three groups I actually knew and my baby brother was a fan of, i checked and there were some tickets left, bought them, put on a pretty dress and left. Going to a concert alone is not that bad, going to a concert alone in a country you have been for 5 minutes and also understand shit, that is a fucking nightmare.

I met some friendly girls from USA that helped me out to figure the shit out in the venue, they told me they were living in Korea for like 5 years and still couldn’t even read, which i thought wow kinda disrespectful but anyway i wasn’t going to let go of anyone friendly anytime soon. Met some other girls that came to the country only for the concert which wow commitment. And then I was left alone again when taking the seats (standing spots to be exact). The concert was cool even if I didn’t understand shit and I’m 87% sure I even caught eyes with some of the guys in the group a few times. The concert ended and I wish I could say I captivated one of the kpop guys and that is my next friend meeting story but, nope is not and honestly i wouldn’t change it for any of the hot men that were on stage.

Fast forward the first day of school, i was lost and ask a girl for a classroom, she was very nice and told me where it was but that the class was in like 30 more minutes. We made small talk and i sat on a bench in the opposite way of her. The girl next to her was saying she had this next class that sounded kinda familiar, and I realized it was my same class so I told her to go together. Once inside the classroom I saw her phone and she had a familiar face as her screensaver, it clicked, it was one of the guys of the concert! I asked her and she said it was him and that she went to the concert too and we decided to had lunch together. From that day on we became pretty much inseparables, until she got the sleaziest guy in the world as a boyfriend but we don’t talk about shit in my safe space so that is a story for another day. Besides that terrible guy and his best friend who dated me only to dumped me weeks later to play LOL 24/7, I got my baby, my mijita who i love so very much and again, wouldn’t change a bit.

Lastly in this post, not in life nor in place of my heart, is a little blessing (literally) that came to me from heaven! She didn’t even know this, but a semester before she was having her abroad year in my country I was in one my deepest holes in my life. My mind was empty but my eyes always filled with sad tears. That semester before, nothing major changed in routine, in my family, in my life as in general. But somehow it did in my brain, my heart was feeling agitated for no reason, my palms were sweaty and shaking all the time and my brain was as it was shut down. I got the big D, and not as in a big nice dick getting me fucked, but another type of fucked nonetheless. Depression, the kind of weird illness that can’t be seen but oh dude it can be felt, and felt is all i did, i felt sadness, loneliness even with a full house and a full line of friends ready to help me. Sometimes shit just happens.

Took a semester off and when I came back I decided to faked it until i made it, and it was going great. I did cry back at home a few times a week but i could hold it during classes or in front of people, great advance. I decided to focus in what made feel best, dressing in my favorite shit and letting everyone out of my arts and humanities department have a nice view of it. And then I see her, weird to say i still remember how cool she looked, tall as fuck, wearing all black, shaved head and what i got to find out were her trusty black vans. I got obsessed with her fashion style and decided my next mission, be friends with her, or at least for her to acknowledge my presence. I saw her talking to a close friend (another great meet cute story for another day) so i decided it was my moment, I said hi and was introduced to her, we chatted a few minutes and got along pretty well. Her amazing style and bad ass british accent made me feel i was in bad rom-com where we were both straight and platonically soulmates. I saw her again outside the bathroom while i was waiting some friends, we talked for an hour, she invited me to a party and we had dinner first (so romantic, I know) at dinner I thought it was going to be awkward until we both realized our mutual love for SZA and Idris Elba. We never stopped talking after that, she even went back to my hometown for 2 weeks with me, where all my family loved her and strangers treated her like a celebrity. She calls my parents tíos and we talk as much as we can now that she is back at her country.

I miss her everyday and there is not a minute I am not grateful i met her.

These are some of the stories of how I met some of my friends, my closest ones and those that are still with me in every step I take. I can tell you one million more ways of how i met friends i love so dearly, but that is for some other day my hands aren’t hurting for writing only with my thumbs in my phone.

And what I care and love most about all these, is that I would never want to change being the weird girl that catches a hunch and runs towards people that will mean the world for.

FRIENDS I LOVE YOU ALL. 

[valehirvas]

Hello, just came across your blog. I've been on testosterone for over a year and a half, and I'm considering stopping eventually to preserve my health, even though it's helped my with my dysphoria, and I feel a lot more comfortable with my body as it is now compared to pre-transition. Any advice, since you've gone through something similar according to your bio? From your experience, what changes revert back? Thanks for your time!

Hey! This is going to be long, bear with me.

Great to hear your dysphoria is better and you’re doing well. Honestly, this course has been very good for me personally. For brief background, I always expected to stop HRT after getting permanent changes from it, because the health risks like cancer and heart disease sounded like a bad tradeoff for essentially nothing in the long run, but it did surprise me that I had to stop early due to the health problems HRT was giving me, both mental and physical.

So in total, I’ve been on HRT for four years: I took two years off it in the middle because of the effect on my mental health, and then went back on when I was more stable, switched from gel to injections and stuck to it for another two years before I started losing hair, at which point I made the decision to quit permanently. I’ve now been off for some three years total.

For changes, I was pretty far into masculinization at that point. I had increased hair growth everywhere, although by genetics I was never set to become very hairy. Also by genetics I was doomed to have shitty facial hair growth, so I only ever managed to grow a couple dozen beard hairs under my chin. My voice dropped very low quite fast, and my friends say it’s lower than most men they know, although I’m personally deaf to how it sounds as it’s always just been “my voice” to me. My body fat had completely redistributed, I was thick in the middle and my face was angular, and within my own demographic I was usually read as male. And as said, I was losing hair, particularly from the top of my head, which was most unwelcome to me personally, lol. So I made the decision to stop there.

In terms of mental wellbeing, testosterone always had a shitty effect on my anxiety and paranoia; it masculinized my depression and made it more active instead of passive, leading to anger and anxiety rather than sadness. Other than that I felt very good about myself and overall had a positive experience with T, even though it (combined with binding) caused me various unexplained health issues like trouble swallowing, muscle tension and such, which, like mentioned above, were high on the list of reasons I quit and have to be mentioned as “effects” of the treatment.

Backstory over, so, I quit T.

What happened first was my hair literally just fell off all at once. Yay? This is apparently normal, based on my extensive research on male-pattern baldness prevention online; when you start taking DHT blockers (or cease injecting testosterone into your muscles), the damaged hair on your head just dies off and gets replaced by new, healthy hair. I shed like shit, I’m not going to lie, I had short hair but when I went to take a shower my palms would be covered in hair when I ran them through my head. So I shaved it all off, problem solved(?). Like promised by the Internet, my hair did grow back more healthy, and I was no longer losing any afterwards. At three years in I have a normal head of hair.

Second, my periods came back. Based on my previous experience on stopping T, periods coming back is shit, not because nobody likes them but because your body’s fucked up from the treatment. First time around I had horrible cramps for a couple months - pretty much non-stop through the entire period, debilitating and just awful, way worse than I had in my teens. Second time around no cramping but I literally just bled buckets. I had a large-sized mooncup, but I had to empty it hourly instead of every 8 hours like recommended, and I would still bleed through it. Like there was just so much fucking blood everywhere. I had to leave work for it, it was that bad. So be prepared for your periods to be fucked up afterwards. I was warned repeatedly by gynos that they’ll probably not come back after stopping T, but they always did, and after a couple months they went back to being regular and normal again. Three years after T I have a normal cycle, pretty much the same it was pre-T, with less cramping due to my age compared to when they stopped the first time when I was still pretty young.

Third, my body hair calmed down. I lost the hair on my chest entirely, my neckbeard had slowed down to the point where I don’t bother shaving it more than once in three months or so, my unibrow vanished, and my whiskers grew lighter. My arm hair has gone back to being relatively invisible. My leg hair and thigh hair is still thick, which I like. Brows still thick, which I like.

Fourth, body fat redistribution. You have to lose and gain weight for this to happen, so it may be faster or slower depending on your lifestyle, but essentially your new body fat distributes in a female pattern whereas your old fat burns from the male pattern. My waist is back and my hips are wide. Breasts are way fuller, even though nobody needed that. Face is round. I still retain some angularity to my jaw but essentially back to babyface for me at three years in.

Fifth, voice. My voice is still low range masculine,

but reaching higher pitches is much easier, and my voice overall has softened and regained range in general. Nobody else has picked up on it, but I’ve noticed, especially within the past year, my voice becoming much more versatile and in general higher and more feminine. Obviously, as imaged, this doesn’t affect the average range of my voice, but it is noticeable.

I’ve done plenty of voice training for my safety (sometimes I get questioned in female bathrooms, for example) so this is not just the effects of T alone, but here’s an example of the ease in which I can reach a passable female voice three years off T:

Sixth, TMI and sad, but I no longer have a dick. It’s gone. I’m back to square one in that field. Luckily I don’t suffer penis envy, I just really liked the growth both aesthetically and in terms of it being on my body. I really, really liked it. Safe to say I never had much to begin with, but it was quite significant in comparison to what I have now. Bye, dick. You are dearly missed.

Health-wise, I’m doing much better! I no longer experience issues with swallowing, my muscles are feeling much better especially with regular exercise, and I don’t have unexplainable physical symptoms that leave my doctors shrugging in confusion. My mental health is also excellent, but it’s worth noting this has a lot to do with external factors as well, such as escaping abuse for a major contributing factor. However, it’s also due to active practice in merging together my fractured self in terms of embracing my female reality instead of trying to live as a male in whole. Finding that balance has been a big help in alleviating the dysphoria I dealt with upon quitting T. I feel really good in my skin now, with the permanent changes T has provided me together with my healthier body, so I can safely say this has been a good choice for me overall.

Tl;dr: Post-T Edition

Things that changed for me: body hair lessened, balding stopped and hair grew back, voice became more versatile, physical and mental health improved, beard growth slowed down to fuck all, regained a round face and hourglass figure, boobs filled up, bottom growth went back to 0

Things that didn’t change: normal speaking voice is still deep as shit, leg hair growing strong, brow game bushy, still have whiskers, people keep questioning my presence in female bathrooms and nobody tries to sell me makeup, dysphoria doing good.

Overall: I’m in a good place, yo.

[uzumaki-rebellion]

“Stark’s New Intern” Chp. 3

Summary: Erik has lunch with Tony and gets a new roommate...

"Don't let your young life get you down It always had a certain mystery Many changes come to everyone About the time that they turn seventeen Grandma said at times you'll feel a sting There'll be sharp turns and uphills and closed doors Then she said hold onto your faith 'Cause in this world you've got to go and get yours

So you stand up Be strong go out there Hold on to the real things that matter 'Cause no one's gonna hand it to you on a silver platter..."

The Brand New Heavies—"Brother Sister"

Pepper Potts glared at Tony like he stole cash from her purse.

"What have I done now?" Tony asked.

He placed his hands on the table in an open palm stance. A waiter walked up behind Pepper holding a martini and Erik watched Tony shake his head and the waiter slunk back to the bar. Clearly Boss Man wasn't supposed to be at Durangos. And it appeared that he wasn't supposed to be drinking either. Erik grabbed a menu and stuck his nose down in it to figure out how much of Tony's money he was about to use up. He was hungry and bold enough to spend hundreds at that moment.

Pepper ignored Erik and pulled out a file from the charcoal gray attaché case she had slung around her shoulder.

"I told you I needed these physically signed, not electronically, before you left the office. I told you this three times yesterday and now I have a defense contractor in Germany up my butt because of you. You never listen to me."

"You look lovely today, Pep—"

"Save it. Just sign."

She jabbed a pen Tony's way and he quickly signed several forms before handing her back the pen.

"Lovely to meet you, Erik," Pepper said with a little bite in words. She stormed out of the restaurant.

"So...about her..."

"No need to explain to me," Erik said.

Another waiter approached the table.

"The Lobster and filet mignon for both of us. Medium. One dirty martini...two dirty martinis and a Shirley Temple—"

"Coke," Erik interjected putting down the menu. "I'll have the lobster bisque and glazed duck sliders too."

The waiter took the menus and Tony looked at Erik with humor in his eyes.

"How did you like the morning portion of the tour?"

"It was alright."

"Just alright? State of the art décor, cutting edge tech and all you give me is 'alright'?"

"It was cool, man. Whatchu want me to say? I ain't like them other dudes tripping over themselves to get next to you."

"Yeah, you turned down doing this internship twice...seriously...what do you really think?"

Erik took a sip of the soda the waiter brought over to him and sat back in his seat.

"I was impressed."

"Have you decided what department you want to be in?"

"Cybertech."

"Emphasis?"

"Biometrics."

"Good choice. Perfect for your interests. Who is your hotel roommate?"

"Tyler. The dude from Canada."

"Getting along?"

"He's quiet. Keeps to himself."

"When we move you all over to the Oakwood next week, do you want to keep him as a bunk buddy?"

"You can stick me with anybody—"

"No, you don't get just anybody. You are here for three months and I need all my interns focused at the office and not having problems at night."

"Stick me with whoever. I don't care. I'm here to learn and keep to myself."

"See, that's not how this works at Stark Industries. The lone wolf mentality is not conducive to below the line teamwork. I am building a future team. Ten people are going to be kept on, and I want you to be one of those ten. You have to get rid of this individual crusade you got going on."

"It's worked for me so far—"

"At Annapolis?"

Erik looked at his glass of soda.

"They break you down and build you up to be the Borg. I know the drill, Stevens. Cut the crap."

"You gotta stop separating me then."

"I will do that. This is just a little formality to make sure your head is straight."

"I'm straight—"

The lobster bisque and glazed duck sliders were set before Erik by a different waiter and he tucked in right away. By the time he had wolfed down his first course, the lobster and steak were in front of him, and he ate his meal in peace.

Tony sipped on his martinis and checked his cell from time to time. Erik ordered dessert, chocolate bread pudding with French vanilla bean ice cream. When they were finished, he followed Tony out to the valet stand.

"Do your best and your place here is assured, Stevens."

Erik nodded.

But he wasn't there to get a career. He was there to learn what he could use in the future. A future writ in his father's blood.

###

"Fuck."

Erik stood in the lobby of the Oakwood Apartment office staring at his cell phone.

Maria's name and picture stared back at him. They were partnered as roommates. Apartment key card in his hand, Erik rolled his large suitcase and duffle bag to the furnished upstairs unit he was assigned. It was near the pool and jacuzzi and Erik felt his mood sinking even lower because he knew this was going to be the party spot, and he didn't want to be around loud noises. He went back to the apartment office and tried to get re-assigned, but the woman there said there were to be no changes without Mr. Stark's approval. Erik already knew Tony did this to him on purpose. Stuck him with the most annoying person he had met so far.

When he tapped his key card to the entrance and stepped in, Maria was already standing in the middle of the living room with her three bags.

"Roomie!" she said.

He rolled his eyes at her and closed the door.

"I wanted to wait until you arrived so we could choose rooms."

"Whichever one doesn't face the pool."

"Cool! Because I want the other one that does!"

Maria took off to find her room. The good thing about the layout was that the bedrooms were opposite one another. He planned to spend as little time around her as possible.

Unpacking in the slow methodical way he had always done since he was a child, he took time to organize his living space and changed clothes. He was happy to be in a t-shirt and baggy jeans again. He grabbed the bottle of Gullah Red Rooster hot sauce he had wrapped in his suitcase. Slipping his feet into some comfy black slides, he headed into the kitchen to see what they had as far as cooking utensils.

Maria was already there digging in the cupboards.

"They have a rice cooker!" she squealed.

He nodded, happy that he didn't have to buy one. He was always eating rice. At least they had that one thing in common by the way she was pleased by the discovery.

"I cook a lot," she said.

"I do too."

She stared at him as if she didn't believe him. Cooking was something that was instilled into him early by his father. His Mom was a great cook, but his father was exceptional. It was a skill that was passed down to him, and he planned on using the kitchen a lot to get comfortable. If he had to suffer this living arrangement, he would at least eat well and stuff his pain with good food. He opened up the cupboard closest to the stove and stuck the hot sauce on the bottom shelf. Maria stared at him with a smile on her face.

"What?" he said glaring at her.

She held her hands out to him. A bottle of Louisiana's Finest sat in her palm. Erik couldn't help the smile that crept across his lips. She stepped next to him and placed her bottle next to his in the cupboard.

"Pedestrian," he said staring at her bottle.

"Look who's talking with that mild stuff you're depressing us with—"

"Mild?"

"Watered-down pepper sauce—"

"I know you not talking trash 'bout my Nana's shit—"

"Put up or shut up!"

They both grabbed their bottles and snatched spoons out of a kitchen drawer.

"You first," Maria said.

She opened up her fresh bottle and shook a drop onto the spoon. Erik took the spoon and stuck it into his mouth. A subtle smoky-sweet flavor, a slight tingling in his gums—

"Shit!" he said as his eyes watered and his mouth gaped open from the wicked heat.

Maria cackled. Once Erik could see again and his tongue prepped to create a new layer of skin for his burned off taste buds, Maria took his bottle and shook two drops on her spoon.

"Yo, you might wanna go easy—"

Maria stuck the spoon in her mouth with attitude. Three seconds later she was crying and sticking her mouth under the kitchen sink trying to wash away the taste.

"Told ya," Erik said watching her struggle. The sauce burned away the whites of her eyes turning them a watery red mess, and she kept panting as she rubbed her fingers across her tongue. After a full display of histrionics that Erik felt was overexaggerated, Maria leaned against the kitchen stove and wiped more tears from her face.

"You win," she said, her tongue stuck out for him to see.

"Don't bring no knife to a gunfight, girl," he said putting the bottles into the fridge.

"Keep that away from my stuff!"

He placed their sauces on separate shelves.

The rest of their time was spent at the kitchen table going over house rules. Mainly Erik's rules. No talking or loud noises before ten a.m. No house guests without two days' notice. Shared spaces had to be immaculate. No dishes left in the sink under any circumstances...clean as you go. No touching or eating another's food. Bathroom and toilet had to be cleaned daily. No traces of shaved hairs in the sink or bathtub. No hair ties or traces or hair after washing in the tub/shower. Phone conversations shouldn't be heard by a third party. Shoes off in the apartment at all times. Trash taken out every three days even if it wasn't full. No loud noises after nine at night. No smoking indoors unless it was weed.

Maria stared at the list he had emailed to her.

"You have anything to add?" he asked her staring at his own cell.

"Am I allowed to breathe or fart at any time?"

Erik quirked his lips at her and she giggled.

"Can we play music?" she asked.

"Yeah. Just be cognizant of the other person if they are working on something. Use headphones at appropriate times."

"Have you always been this anal?"

"Anal?"

"I know military training is imprinted on you, but jeez dude—"

"I just want to keep the peace. I need order and cleanliness, Ma. For reals. I can't stand living with nasty ass people. Can you deal?"

"I can deal."

They heard music blaring from outside. Maria jumped up and ran to their tiny balcony window throwing back the drapes.

"People are out at the jacuzzi already. We should go down!"

Erik let out an exasperated sigh.

"You are such an old man! Lighten up, Erik. God, I love this song!"

Maria grabbed his hand and dragged him out the front door.

Five interns sat inside the jacuzzi while an additional ten stood around with beers in their hand. Someone already made a beer run? They all wore swimsuits.

Erik glanced around. No Giselle or Curtis.

"Hey look, it's Stark's boy!"

Wesley Bretts. Boston. New money. Ultra redneck vibes masked under an upper-middle-class persona. Trouble.

"I ain't nobody's boy," Erik said with a little thunder behind his tone.

"No harm no foul, man. Just pointing out your favored status."

Wesley grinned with perfect bleached teeth and a phony all-shucks demeanor. Erik could feel all eyes on him again. He was younger than everyone else there, but he wasn't about to let no Boston bum talk to him any ole kind of way. Erik sauntered over and stood toe to toe with him.

"Watch how you talk to me and there won't be no problems in this bitch—"

"Hey, Erik, have a beer," Maria said.

She grabbed one from one of the women there and shoved it into his chest. Someone splashed water on Wesley from the jacuzzi and he wrenched his eyes from Erik's.

"You are so in trouble for that!" Wesley said dropping down into the jacuzzi and splashing water back at a blonde who had her eyes on Erik.

Erik opened the tab on his beer and gulped down the bitter brew.

"He's a dick. Ignore him," another blonde said to him. Her smile was sincere.

"I'm Hayley, that's Irene and Valentina—"

Erik took in their names and faces. Maria introduced herself to them and he stood there feeling uncomfortable, wishing he had stayed inside the apartment. If he couldn't get through a beer bash at an impromptu party, he was going to be on struggle mode the rest of his time there. Better to man up and push through the dumb shit.

"You and I will be under the same project manager," Valentina said.

"What?" he said tuning into her face.

Valentina was a raven-haired beauty with the lightest milky blue eyes he had ever seen up close. They almost looked fake. Her dark hair and tanned skin made her look Mediterranean. She stood out among the bleached blondes and suspect red-heads in the bunch.

She held up her cell to him.

"The team list was just posted," she said. Her smile was genuine and Erik felt himself lighten up a bit.

"Ohmigosh, I'm with you guys!"

Maria gave a little jump. Why was she so excited about every little thing? She held her phone up to Erik. He took it from her hand and scanned the other names. He found Giselle listed with a design and innovations team. He wondered where she was staying in the complex. Why couldn't he be living with her? Or teamed up with her at the office?

Other interns began showing up at the pool and the noise level rose. He was about to excuse himself when he saw Giselle walking into the pool area with a big Swede named Roland. She was caught up in an intense convo with him, and when her eyes caught Erik's, she waved but kept right on talking to Roland.

"See you guys," Valentina said.

"Where you going?" he asked, curious to know her since they would be around each other for three months.

"The pool is heated," she said, "we're getting in."

"We should go get our swimsuits," Maria said clutching his arm. Erik watched Giselle pull off the shorts and shirt she had on revealing a red string bikini underneath that had heads turning.

"Bet," he said. He followed Maria back to the apartment. He threw on an old pair of OP trunks and grabbed a towel from the bathroom.

"Whoa," Maria said when she saw him. Her eyes flitted up and down his body, "You must work out...a lot," she said.

He saw her cheeks turn a little red. He looked at her green one piece. She had a cute shape although she slouched a bit like she was trying to hide her little round body. A swimsuit that worked with her curves instead of against them would probably help her confidence.

"Maybe I should forget the pool," she mumbled throwing her towel around her shoulders and covering most of her body.

"You suggested this, so now we're going," he said.

He headed toward the door and she hesitated following him.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

She shook her head.

"Now you wanna be shy all of sudden?"

"Look how you're built. Did you see Valentina's body? Giselle's?"

God yes, he saw their bodies, and he played it off like he didn't, looking hella slick while doing it too.

"Stop trippin' girl. You got a cute shape. Go show it off. Thick thighs save lives too."

Maria started laughing.

"Wait...you think I have a cute shape? You're not just saying that to be nice right? I shouldn't care because men always make women feel like shit if they don't meet some ridiculous beauty standard, but this is real life and I have to deal with this bullshit even if I don't want to."

"I'm not going to lie to you. You really do have a cute shape. Cute face too."

"Thank you. I do think you're lying, but if I walk out with you, they won't notice my frumpy—"

"Listen. If we are going to be on the same team, I can't be with someone who has no confidence. Fake it 'til you make it, Ma. C'mon. Don't be dragging me down with your poor self-image. I'm telling you...you look fine. Act like it or else stay in the apartment. My Nana always told me that a closed mouth don't get fed. So if you want to make a good impression, get out there, mix and mingle and stop worrying about how you look. Let these bitches know who they fuckin' with."

"Easy for you to say when you look like a Greek Adonis and have the brain of an Einstein."

"African Adonis. And better than Einstein. Get it right."

He opened the front door and he felt her rush behind him.

"I'm sticking with you if that's okay," she said.

"When have you not?" he said while locking their front door.

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A Snowman's Tale ✰

y/n’s POV

I was over at the Alvarez's, again, hanging in Alex's room. We walked into the living room to find Lydia, Elena, and Penelope, trying yet failing to act like they weren't just talking about one of us.

"Am I in trouble?" We asked at the same time

"No. We're just....thinking." Penelope lied, looking between the both of us

"Well, when you're done thinking, can I have. $100?" Alex asked

"What?" Penelope laughed, looking at Alex in disbelief

"I don't know. I need money for tonight, because me and my friends are going bowling, or miniature golfing, or to the arcade. I don't know, just give me $100!" He begged

"First of all, you need a plan. Second of all, I need to approve the plan. Third of all, is y/n going. Fourth of all, 100 bucks? That was funny." Penelope said, continuing to laugh at the outrageous amount of money he was requesting

"Stupid Finn keeps changing his mind." I said, angry with Alex's indecisive friend

"First, he invites Joaquin. Then, he has to invite Jade because he invited Joaquin. Then, she wants to bring JuJu and Casey and Maddie." Alex said, ranting and beginning walk off from the living room

"I don't know any of these people! We need to talk more!" Penelope yelled, watching her son walk off

"Are you going on a date?" I asked, once I saw Alex was completely out of site

"How did you know?!" She asked

"Uh.. mustache thing." I said, nervously pointing to her freshly walked upper lip

She threw her hands up, as I ran off. I know I wasn't supposed to tell Alex, because the women in his family were scared of how he might react.

_________

"Yeah, I'm not gonna see him again." Alex and I heard Penelope say as we walked back into the living room, later that night.

I tried to cover his ears but he quickly swatted my hands off, glaring at me for almost ruining his styled hair.

"See who?" Alex asked his mom, intrigued what she was discussing

"I tried" I mouthed to Penelope, after she gave me a distressed look

"You didn't wanna give me a heads up that he was here?" Penelope asked, upset that Alex had heard what she said

"Heads up, Alex is here." I said, with a apologetic smile

"Wait, why are you wearing Abuelita's lipstick?" Alex asked, pointing to his mom's face

"Why do you know that?" Penelope asked, covering her mouth

"It's Scarlet Sunrise. Duh. And why are you all dressed up?" Alex asked, still trying to put the puzzle pieces together

"Alright, everyone out, so I can talk to Alex." Penelope said, shooing everyone out

We all started to leave, until she stopped me by grabbing my hand and pulling me back over

"You stay. I need someone to hold him down if he tries to swing." She said

I sighed, before sitting on the couch, not really wanting to be apart of their sealed family conversation.

"What happened to your face?" Penelope asked, scanning Alex's bruised face

"What happened to your face?" He retorted

She glared at him, instantly making him regret what he had said.

"I'm sorry. I was hanging out with my friends. It's hard to turn it off." He apologized

"Finn pushed him into a bush and he got scratched." I lied, answering Penelope's earlier question for him

"Why do you like that kid again? Because he seems like a—" Penelope started

"Like a dick?" We both asked

"Yes, but that's not okay that you two said that. Anyway, I wanna be straight with you. Tonight, I had a date." Penelope said

Alex leaned back, so I held him down thinking he was about to get up and run

"What the heck are you doing?" He asked, trying to remove himself from my grip

"Your mom told me to hold you down so you don't run off. I thought you were about to." I shrugged

"I'm not going to run off." He said, smacking me off

"Can't say I didn't try." I said

Penelope laughed, before telling us the story of how she walked out the restaurant before her date even got there.

"You walked out?" We asked, interrupting her story

"I don't want those gossiping hens to hear. But, yes. No one has asked me what I wanted in a long time, and I realized what I wanted wasn't a date." Penelope finished, with a happy smile

"Then what did you want?" Alex asked

"A crappy chick flick by myself. And a fro yo with three too many toppings. The kind that I make you and y/n split." She said

"Aw, man!" I said, "Now I'm hungry."

"Anyway, I sent the guy a text apologizing, but I want Abuelita to think that I went out with him, so that next time I don't get the third degree." Penelope said

"Next time?" Alex asked, confused ar to what she meant

"Yeah, because I'm pretty sure there's gonna be a next time at some point. Are you okay with that?" She asked, genuinely afraid about how Alex may react

"Yeah, I mean, I figured you would. After all, women in their late 30s are in their sexual prime." Alex said

"How do you even know that?" I asked

"Stop talking to Elena." Penelope said, realizing she'd be the only person to know something like that

"Tell her to stop talking to me! Anyway, dating is super weird." Alex said

"I know! I know...Why do you know?" She asked

"My dumb friends have been trying to get me and this girl, Anna, together." Alex said

"Anna?" I asked, furrowing my brows, unaware to that situation

He nodded, as Penelope turned to look at me with a small smile

"Oh, I see." She said

"So, what happened tonight was Finn made a plan. Then, everybody bailed on purpose so Anna and I could be alone." He groaned

"I don't remember that." I said, trying to remember when it happened

"You were in the bathroom." He said, making me nod

"Why didn't anyone tell me?" I whispered to myself

"Okay." Penelope said, encouraging him to continue his story

"I mean, I like Anna, but I don't really want a girlfriend. It was like everyone had something to say about it, but me." He said

"He likes Anna?" I whispered to myself, again, unaware of my best friend's feelings for a girl

"That's exactly how I felt. And you're right, dating is super weird, until it's not." Penelope smiled

"Anything else you wanna talk to me about?" She asked, happy that he was finally opening up with her

"Well, I kinda lied to you." He said

"Oh God, what is it? Did you steal something? Did you damage something? Did you pee on something cause you were mad and then later you were, like, "I shouldn't have done that?" She asked

"No! Who does that?" He said

"These are just general examples. What did you do?" She interrogated

"I didn't hurt my self because Finn pushed me. I tried to shave." He, embarrassingly, admitted

"Really? Oh, my God. It's all happening. So, you don't want a girlfriend, but you did wanna look nice." She asked, trying to evaluate the situation

"I guess. I used one of your razors and cut myself. I have no idea what I'm doing." He groaned

"I think I know someone who can help you out." She said

___________

Penelope had gone to the bathroom with Alex to teach him how to shave. So, I just waited in his room wondering I should go home or not.

After a while, Alex came back to his room so we could watch our tv show.

"So, Anna?" I asked as he turned on the TV

"It's not big deal." He smiled

"Of course it is. Why do you like her?" I asked, wanting to know more about my friend's interests

"She smart, funny, pretty. I've just never really seen all of that in a girl, you know?" He said, sitting next to me

What he said hit me in the gut, but I ignored it and answered his confession with a supportive smile.

"Yeah. You know what, I think I'm going to go home. I don't feel too good." I said, coming up with an excuse and rushing out of his room without saying goodbye.

I walked through the living room, on my way out, when Penelope stopped me.

"Where are you going? I thought you and Alex were going to watch Netflix." She asked

"I'm not in the mood." I said, reaching for the door knob

"I know what this is about. Come sit down." Penelope said, patting the spot next to her on the couch

I put my backpack on the ground, and sat next to her, waiting to be uncomfortable or relieved

"You're jealous." She said

"Jealous of what?" I asked

"Of Anna." She said smiling

"Why would I be jealous of her? According to Alex, she's pretty, smart, funny. Something he's never seen in another girl." I said, looking down at my feet and absently swinging them

"y/n, I know what's happening and I think you do too. You're just scared to admit it." She said, rubbing my shoulder in comfort

"You think you like Alex, don't you?" She asked, after I didn't answer

"I- I don't know. I just don't like the way he was talking about another girl." I said, confused to the way I was feeling

"You know, when we moved here I thought Alex was going to have a really hard time making friends. But the day we moved in, I remember this tiny little white girl waltzing into the apartment, helping Alex move boxes. I remember he ran up to me excited, telling me he'd just found his best friend. So, even if Alex doesn't realize yet how great you are, I do." She said, hugging me close to her

"Thanks." I said, smiling and hugging her back +

___________

[reprobateubeg4]

“Got a pocketful of four leaf clovers

Sittin' on a grave that has no name

Just wake me up when it's all over

Cause I don't wanna fade away”

https://open.spotify.com/track/2qgwFqJrGbajUQOfaL37Wz?si=1RxYopimQa2wuyzK1pQJYg

[[I sat rocking with my knees curled into my chest. “That’s not cute.” My eyes barely blinking as I looked to the version of me my sleep deprived brain seemed to work up for me to talk to.]]

Shut up. What do you know?

[[“I know what you know.” I gripped my head as I tried to hide my face behind my knees. “You haven’t slept, you haven’t eaten, you’re sitting here wasting away. For what? Some douche that stood you up.” I jerked my head up and let out a growled groan.]]

First off, fuck you. Secondly, there’s a fucking virus out in the world that’s keeping us all indoors. The doors are closed. What do you suggest I do? I’ve cleaned this apartment so much.

[[“You could do what you used to do when you were bored and lonely with a mix of sad and pathetic.” My eye twitched at the voice of my mother. I slowly turned my head to look in the doorway. “May this time you’ll do it right.” She tilted her head towards my nightstand where my switchblade rested. I reached for it throw it at the vision of her talking to me.]]

Get the fuck out! No invited you here! No one fucking asked you!

[[I moved to the bathroom to wash my face and decided to shower instead. I lathered up the shaving cream over my legs and worked the razor up slowly, carefully, with multiple strokes to make sure the hair was cleared before moving on to the next section. “Seems dangerous time for you to have a razor with the shape of your mental health right now.”]]

Shut it. Leave me alone!

[[Breaking my focus I looked up at the vision. I smoothed my hand over the spot and looked down to see a trail of blood dripping down my shin. I stared at the cut for a moment. “It’s not the same is it?” I took a deep breath and finished up the shaving routine with less detailed attention and focus to clear every inch.]]

No, it’s not. I-I didn’t even feel it.

[[I shampooed, washed, and rinsed off before wrapping a towel around me and grabbing a second to wrap my hair into. “At least in Vegas you were guaranteed some pain, then you had the club where you could find someone to provide if needed. How many times did you wonder how much Cricket’s bite would hurt with them razors she’s got? You thought having Brody around would normalize your desire to feel. It just increased it, didn’t it.” I groaned and punched the mirror. Glass shattered and shards buried themselves into my knuckles. I looked down at my hand and just stared as I slowly plucked the shards out of my fingers.]]

Shut. Up! Leave me alone! Why do you care?!

[[What was I even talking about? Why was I continuing to talk to myself?! Why didn’t I feel the pain of the glass in my hand? I moved to rinse and clean out the cuts from the glass before wrapping my hand in gauze and medical tape. I flexed my fingers to make sure I still had movement. I dressed quickly and grabbed my keys and phone before walking out of the apartment. “WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!” The echoed voice of my mom and whatever else was creeping my apartment sounded out.]]

Out. Isn’t that what most ghosts want, the living to fuck off? That’s what I’m doing. Don’t fuck with my shit.

[[I made my way to the graveyard and opened the gate to the Bodhi family site and sat cross legged on the empty plot meant for me as I leaned against the tombstone.]]

Grandmama, I am fucking losing it… I.. what do I do? I can’t eat, I can’t sleep, I don’t feel like I should be guilty… why am I being haunted?!

[[“You have demons you haven’t dealt with.” I didn’t question hearing the voice as she spoke to me. I gave a chuckle that broke into a laugh.]]

I’ve fucking lost it…

[[“Watch your mouth!” I jumped and snapped out of the laughing fit and straightened up. “You need to pull yourself together. Sleep. Eat. Do something. Your mind is what’s haunting you. The devil is taunting your parents.” I nodded but didn’t move. Just didn’t have the energy. “Yo, thought I’d find you here, short stuff.” I looked up with a raised eyebrow. “Well, checked your apartment first.” I held out a hand to stop him from walking inside the gate.]]

Detective Dick? The f… Are you real? I mean… what are you doing here? Why are you looking for me? Come to question me some more. Clearly, I didn’t leave town.

[[“A psychic told me I could find you here. Thought you’d like to know, you’ve been cleared from the suspect list. And…” Detective Dick jingled the car keys in his hands. “I was able to get your car back and verify it being in your possession now.” I climbed up to my feet and looked at the Detective in front of me.]]

The last time you mentioned a psychic, it was my aunt. How’d she know where to find me, been years since I’ve talked to her. Wasn’t even sure she was still alive to be honest. What’s the catch?

[[“No catch. Just told you I would see what I could do to get it back to you. Your aunt reminded me of a saying you used to say back in school ‘The best places to think are crowded but silent, the places people die to stay in.’ Or something like that. I rolled my eyes.]]

Yeah, you definitely went to my aunt. That’s a family code. I was told it’s the best place to go to get my mind right, or whatever.

[[I carefully climbed over the gate and felt a knee buckle beneath me. Detective Dick caught me and helped me upright. “Whoa, ya good?” I jerked back from him and straightened my shirt. My stomach growled loudly in the awkward silence. “Hungry? Let’s grab some lunch. Hit a drive thru on the way to dropping me off at the station.” My mind wanted to protest but my body was eating at the insides for nutrients.]]

Fine let’s go.

[[I made it to the car and tripped the sides before I could even open the door. “You okay?” I shook my head and raised my hands to my head as if it would help stabilize the spinning.]]

My head is spinning. I’m fine. I just.. need to eat.

[[“Right, so I’ll drive. You just sit and relax.” I moved to the passenger side after handing off the keys. When we reached the drive thru I ordered two burgers and a bunch of fries and the biggest mint Oreo milkshake they could give. Detective Dick chuckled and ordered a burger for himself with fries and coke. “When’s the last time you’ve eaten?” I shrugged as I popped the seatbelt against my chest.]]

Few days or so.. depends on your definition of eating. Snacks here and there but meal wise days.. I don’t want to talk about it. What made you change your mind about me being on the suspect list?

[[Detective Dick to a long pause, which partially made me think he was setting a trap, seeing what questions I asked to answer his questions about me. He parked and wrapped his burger before answering. “Eat and then I’ll tell you.” groaned and took big bites out of my first burger, moaning at the taste as I washed it down with milkshake and fries. I move to the second and just stuffed fries between each bite like I was in a food competition. “Damn. Slow down before you choke yourself now.” I washed down the final bite with milkshake and looked at him as I waited for his answer to my question.]]

I ate.

[[“Right, so, your aunt helped piece together somethings. Your dad was doing some shady money dealings with a pimp in Vegas. Seems your mom got herself wrapped up in some debt and partnered with your dad. The pimp hired your dad on to help with the prostitution ring in Vegas. He was said to be the front man, organizing and collecting girls.” I gripped my stomach and cupped my other hand over my mouth as I fought to step out of the car.]]

I think... I’m gonna be sick…

[[I bent over and puked by a nearby tree in the lot. “Yeah, your file from Vegas came in and your Aunt led us to your Dad’s files. Details and some pretty upsetting things in there.” I leaned up and against the car. “But in the file, your personality was listed as ‘weak, submissive, and easy to control.” My neck cracked as I felt rage try to surface at the offense but the thought that this could be Detective Dick looking for a trigger kept me from reacting.]]

Wow, someone really believed in me, huh? Great to know.

[[“Yeah, so, you’re aunt said even though there’s potential motive, you wouldn’t have known about your Dad, your mom wanted you dead and you’re running away probably opened up the business since they didn’t have to worry about an informant in their midst. She provided us with some other leads that are looking pretty good. Family had to be ruled out first.” I nodded and made a mental note that I needed to visit. Something was off, she was legitimately clairvoyant but the words he was spouting sounded like she Gypsied fortune told him to cover my ass. “Your aunt also talked about your childhood and how she tried to take you from your parents through court.” I rolled my shoulders as the memory moved through my thoughts I crossed my arms over my chest.]]

Yeah, she tried. Mom moves me all around to avoid investigation. The only time she would’ve got me, my mom refused and I got pulled in a tug of war between them and my bad shoulder that was beaten on the night before, dislocated on my aunt’s side and she was deemed unfit and my mom claimed she was the one protecting me from my aunt. I haven’t seen her since. I probably should go see her though being an adult now.

[[“Yeah. You okay?” I nodded and got back in the car and buckled up.]]

Yeah, yeah, sorry you just hit me with all the information and it just surprised me is all. Take me home? I’ll order a cab for you when we get there. I'm just… I haven’t slept and the exhaustion is setting in.

[[Detective Dick nodded and started the engine before backing out. I didn’t remember getting home, the roads, my head rested against the door and my eyes closed before we reached the main road. I woke slightly to the feeling of bouncing as he carried me up a flight of stairs. When my arms felt the soft sheets of my blankets, I instantly curled into them. I felt the weight of the end of the bed lift and the door shut with a low squeal as he left. I gave into the sleep that had eluded me for so long. Maybe tomorrow I would be able to think without the hallucinations of my mind.]]

[vulnarablefic-blog]

1.2 - CARMEN'S SUMMER

"It's summer and yet here you are..." A tall, dark and handsome man crossed his arms looking at Carmen while she danced to Rosalia's Aute Cuture song. She stopped and smirked at him, her dance teacher.

"I'm enjoying my summer! Went to the beach this morning." She walked to him and his eyes didn't left her body. "Already have a bikini mark and everything... Look..." She gently pulled the strap of her top down to show the difference in her skin tone and he lowers his head to kiss the skin that she shows him. His arm fast around her waist. She directed her lips to his, his other hand griping her hair and as soon as their lips meet her back is touching the wall. Outside Thomas waits while taping his fingers in his steering wheel, checking the hours. She told him she'll be out soon. He liked picking her up. Being her boyfriend. Having a girlfriend like her. "The fuck..." He mutters while texting her saying he's outside for a while now.

"Fuck!" her head dropped on her neck as she felt her teacher hitting the pit of her stomach. "Clench for me." Her hit hard every thrust, groaning deep when he felt her walls hug him tight. "Jesus Christ, I'm coming." Carmen couldn't wait for any hint of permission from him, the force of him sending her over blindingly fast as he took harder through her orgasm. Gasping when she felt him pull out.

Thomas got out of the car checking again the hours, he didn't care anymore, he was sick of waiting and if she tells him to be there at a certain time, she better leave the dance school at that time. He walks the stairs, his jaw already tight when he's surprise by her tiny figure steeping out of the door.

"Hi!" She grins at her boyfriend.

"The fuck Carmen! I am not your driver to wait hours for you!" He was upset but she couldn't care less.

"Hours? Don't be dramatic!" She walked to him as he shoved his hands inside his pockets not wanting to touch her. "Oh common baby. I was working on my flexibility." She put her arms around his neck smirking while his green eyes looked away. "Fine! Be mad."

She walked to the car and he was fast to catch her and grab her by the waist, kissing her neck. She closed her eyes and with a smile grabbed his shaved head. "Thomas... I need to take a bath. Take me home." She whispered and he obeyed after a long exhale through his nose. Both getting into the car.

She loved Thomas. Or the idea of him. She loved his family. His house. His school status. How popular they both were. How they would get marry in the future, have kids. How she wouldn't have to work because he already had a very generous job waiting for him at his father company. She just had to make sure that the girls in college knew that he already had an owner. But mostly, she loved how she could get away at absolutely everything. She smiled as the car passed by her dance teacher now exiting the dance school.  

"My dad didn't sleep at home again. I don't know what's the big deal. Just get a divorce already. Who are they trying to kid? Me? Them?" Carmen vented as her finger walked around the rim of the champagne glass.

She and Thomas had been dating for a year now and he took her to one of the best restaurants in town. She wore her red satin dress and painted her lips red, she knew what he liked and had no problem giving it to him. She rested her chin on her palm and noticed that he was still looking at his lap. Still texting. "What's going on? Still preparing a surprise for me?" She bit her lip with a smile and he finally put the phone down. Drinking a big sip of champagne. "More surprises? I already brought you to a restaurant." He laughed and she frowned. "Jesus. Thanks!" She rolled her eyes and leaned her back on the chair. His phone vibrating again and he picking it up without hesitation. "Are you fucking serious, Thomas?" "It's Noah. Just give me a fucking second. What's up with the attitude tonight?" He asked not caring at all and just focusing on his phone. "You're worthless." She exhaled and left the table to go to the bathroom. She hated their relationship, how he made her feel. She had put on her best dress and received no praise from him. The waiter was the only one who made her feel sexy that night, always looking at her. But her boyfriend was too much in his little world to notice what was going on.

She called Matilda to complain once again how much she hated her boyfriend and a breathless Matilda answered.

"What?"

"What are you doing?" Carmen asked confused by Matilda's lack of air.

"Sex! You?"

"With who?"

"What do you mean with who?" Matilda was offended and a Noah is heard in the back saying Matilda will call later.

"Well, tell Noah to stop texting my boyfriend then!" Carmen was annoyed. It was not their anniversary and it looked like they were having way more fun than them.

"Carmen. Noah is not on his phone." She giggled.

Carmen looked at her reflection in the mirror and quickly opened the bathroom door. Her eyes on her boyfriend, smiling as he looked at his phone. "Son of a..." She hanged up the call and went to the table so fast that he was taken by surprise. "Let's go." She says picking her purse. "I'm waiting for the desert." He stuffed his phone in his pocket, confused by her attitude. "What happened in there?" He looked at the bathroom door. "You'll eat desert at the hotel. Let's go." "What hotel?" She controlled her emotions, not wanting to make a scene in the middle of the restaurant. The people at table next to them were already too amused by the dialogue they could hear. "You're not taking me to a hotel? This is it? This is my fucking one year anniversary gift? A meal at a fucking restaurant??" She tried to keep her voice down but was falling miserably. "That's it. Outside now." He was angry. There's nothing he hated more than to feel embarrassed and being the joke in the room. It was not the first time that her emotions were shaming him and making him feel that way. She did it too often for his taste. His mother warned him several times that he must want a rational woman beside him, not an emotional Hispanic mess like Carmen. She could see in his expression as he paid for dinner that he was going to yell at her as soon as they were outside. His jaw clutching and his eyebrows in a frown. "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU? I CAN'T TAKE YOU ANYWHERE CAN I?" He yelled outside and she was pretty sure people could ear inside. "You're making a bigger scene than me." "I'm not fucking kidding Carmen! I swear to God!" He grabbed her arm and she didn't react, already used to this type of outbursts. He let go of her while she stared into his eyes. His subconscious warning him not to do anything stupid. "I deserve so much better than you. You’re a mess." He spits out his words without any mercy, knowing that if he couldn't hurt her physically he could hurt her emotionally. Her eyes already on the verge of tears. "So do it! FUCKING DO IT THOMAS!" "Get in the car." He says now way more calm, knowing that he succeed, she was way more upset than him. "I hate you. I hate you so fucking much!" She cried. "Get in the fucking car, Carmen! I'll take you to the hotel that you wanted." She looked at him, her makeup wet from her tears as she tried not to laugh "You think this is because of a hotel? Because you won't take me to a hotel?" He shrugged and she was disgusted. "I spent all night trying to get your attention! I don't want a hotel, I want a boyfriend!" She protested and he looked away. He knew he hadn't been there, but he didn't think she was going to notice, too busy in her own world. But she noticed and there was only one thing left to do: not making her more angry. "You're right. I'm sorry. Noah was just having some problems with his family and I was trying to help him." He excused and she did her best at not laughing at him, knowing damn well he was lying and that she would see everything on that phone as soon as she could. "I should have been more present. It's our night. I promise to make it up to you at the hotel." He now walked to her and she raised her eyebrow looking at him. "Maybe motel? The restaurant was already pretty expensive." Thomas smiled and she tried not to, slapping him with her purse on his arm, walking to his car.

***

"Should I call Carmen?" Matilda asked worried. "Puff, no!" Noah answered without a doubt while putting his boxer briefs on. "Why do you hate her?" "I don't hate her. She's just annoying." He brushed off and Matilda didn't like his answer at all. "Annoying?" "Yeah. She's just a brat. She thinks the world revolves around her and her crappy problems. I don't know how you have the patience, nor Thomas. But Thomas gets to fuck her so..." "You're such a jerk!" Matilda didn't want to listen anymore, she agreed with him but couldn't. It's her best friend. "OH MY GOD!" Mary entered her room to find her twin sister naked under the covers and a very shirtless guy on the side of her sister's bed. She quickly covered him from her eyesight with her hand. "How the fuck you think this is okay?!?! This is my room too Matilda!" "I'm leaving." Noah said a little embarrassed. "Yeah, but it's my bed." Matilda defended hating how much of a prude her sister was. "I don't care! It's disgusting." "I'm leaving, I'm sorry I didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable." Noah stated as they looked at each other and Mary tried not to look at him getting dressed. "See? He's leaving. Happy?" Matilda was pissed and Mary was not in a better mood. "Very!" ***

Thomas was inside the bathroom taking a bath after 30 minutes of Carmen faking orgasms and doing her best moves that she learned from porn to make him come as fast as possible. All she could think about was who he kept texting. Going to his jeans, she finally has his phone, having a hard time trying to figure out his password. Of course, he had a password. She tried everything she could think of and was in, doing a little victory dance. She looked trough every app that he could possible get a message from.  ”Julia?” "The fuck are you doing?" Thomas asked still naked and wet with a towel around his waist. She was so into what she was reading she didn't even hear the water turning off. "Seeing Noah's fucking family problems!" She threw the phone at him and he was quick to grab it and toss it into bed.

"What did you see?" He tried his best to stay calm, while she put on her dress. "Is it me, Thomas? IS IT ME? No, it can't be me!" She started rambling, too in shook to say something coherent. "What. Did. You. See?" He's heart was pounding, asking the question but not wanting to hear the answer. "WHAT DID YOU SEE?" He screamed and she finally looked at him in disbelieve.

"You want to know what I saw on your phone? Jesus, I don't know Thomas. Is there something you're hiding?" She wanted to kill him. "Like maybe the fact that I'm not the only one YOU’RE FUCKING IN THIS RELATIONSHIP!" She screamed at him and he instantly grabbed both of her arms and shoved her against the wall, her head hitting so hard her mouth opened but she couldn't make a sound. His breath thick over her. "Who the fuck you think you are?" He asked and she was too scared to answer. "WHO THE FUCK YOU THINK YOU ARE?" "I'm your girlfriend." She finally says it. Thinking about how much her arms being gripped by him were hurting. "I want you to forget what you saw or I swear, you'll never see the light of day again." He gripped even tighter. He's never been this angry before. "Are you threatening me?" She looked into his eyes and couldn't recognize him. That wasn't her boyfriend anymore. She didn't know who the fuck that man was.

"Get the fuck out." He finally let her go and she instantly checked if her head was bleeding. "GET OUT!" "You threatened to kill me, Thomas." She was scared, disappointed and searching for her boyfriend. She was waiting for him to start crying and apologizing for being so violent with her. She was waiting for a stupid explanation that she knew it was a lie but that could make both of them move on as boyfriend and girlfriend. "Fucking go." He walked towards the bathroom and closed the door. He loved her and hated himself. He hated that she wasn't enough, he hated that he wanted something else. He hated that she found out. That she could end how perfect to others they were. "Thomas, if you don't talk to me about this right now. You can forget me, okay? Not only you cheated on me, but...? And you don't even apologize instead you fucking scream at me like it's my fault! Like it's my fault for wanting to know what's in my boyfriends head! For caring!” She sobbed and quickly cleaned her tears, becoming must colder. “You told me tonight that you deserved better than me, well then go fucking get it because I may not know what the fuck just happened but I certainly know one thing. I deserve so much better than you! I, I really do." Carmen cried out while he heard everything inside the bathroom, clinging to the sink looking at himself in the mirror as a tear fell. Letting all his emotions go when he heard the door of the motel room being slammed shut.

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"Common Chris!" I whined while walking down the street with my best friends. "It's just fucking weed. What's the big deal?" "Lily no." Timmy order and I rolled my eyes. "Then don't fucking smoke it in front of me!" "I'm not! It's Chris!" He laughed and I made sure to hit Chris in the head but he didn't care, too fucking high to care. "Who's that girl? Is she trying to get rape or something?" I asked staring at a girl walking down the street not to far from us. "That's a girl." Timmy acknowledged. Narrowing his eyes to see her better. "HEY!" I shouted. "DO YOU NEED HELP?" "Lily, leave her alone." Chris replied while blowing the smoke in the air. "I'm trying to help, jackass." The girl turned around and "Oh shit!", the girl in black sandal high heels and a short satin red dress is one of the girls that used to be one of my best friends. "Carmen?" "You know her?" Timmy asked and Carmen walked to us relieve to see a familiar face. "Lily! Oh my god. Thank God!" She cried and I couldn't be more confused. "Are you okay?" I asked while she just stared at Timmy and Chris trying to figure out if she knew them as well. Chris couldn't fucking care less. "Hi! I'm Carmen. Nice to met you two." She tried to be nice with tears running down her face. "Hi. Do you need to go to a hospital?" Timmy looked at her bruised arms and I was still too fucking confused. "No... No... I just... I don't know. I, I left my phone in the room and I can't go back there. I really can't. I just need someone to call me an Uber, I'll pay. I swear. I just need to go home. Please." She cried and Chris thought he was hallucinating. Timmy ran his fingers trough his curls and searched for his phone in his pocket. "Who hurt you?" He asked. "Carmen. It's fine, we'll call an Uber. Stop crying. You're safe. This are my friends. They go to school with us." I tried to comfort but she was a mess. "My mom is going to kill me, she can't see this bruises. I'm in so much trouble. Oh God!" "It's okay, type your address. It's okay." Timmy gave her his phone and Chris took of his jacket. "Here." He gave her his jacket while I stared with my eyebrows raised. "You'll give me back when school starts. That way your mom won't see the bruises when you arrive home." Chris explained and I was proud. Confused. But proud. "Thank you. Thank you so much." "Do you want to sit there while waiting for the Uber." Timmy questioned and she smiled up at him. "Yeah." Carmen cleaned her tears and watched us three sitting next to her. Carmen, me, Timmy and Chris all stared at the floor, none of us being able to break the ice. But you can always count on me to be awkward, especially when I'm fucking sober. "So... Does your boyfriend know that you're here?" I ask and immediately regret it. "No... No he does not." She swallows her pain and I look at her, thinking how I thought her life was so fucking perfect and how fucking mistaken I was. "You're not doing drugs are you?" She caught me of guard and I'm pretty sure she just wanted to change the subject. "No... No I am not." I smiled at her and she smiled at me. "They wont let me." I point at Timmy and Chris and she smiles at them. Timmy nodding while looking down and Chris not even paying attention to what we were talking about. "Good. Proud of you." We saw the lights of her Uber coming up the street and we all got up. "Is that the cops??" Chris asked uneasily while Timmy tells him to chill. Carmen opened the car door and made sure to let me know one thing "By the way, Julia is a fucking bitch." I laughed and she went home.