#check who’s inside the venue to make sure im NOT alone! and they see the pianist first so im like ok cool! and THEN. AND THEN THEY PEEK A

[mqonlighting]

yeah i lied. missing her real bad rn so im touching on it in tags again! if u saw this heres an update if u didnt then do not read it!

will be burying this again after

real talk in the tags for a second because i have a crush on a girl and i. a hehe. ahehehe.

will be burying this in reblogs and never touching on it again

[kingkennny10]

Please Please Please

SP Apocalypse AU

Pt. 4 Big Break

Here we are at the news drop, this is what takes us into the actual plot line!! Woooooooo! Yall i love jimmy valmer, hes hilarious, there is use of y/n in here in kennys part gotta love having a weakness

Today you’re off work so you made a point to relax laying sprawled on the sofa in you and Jimmy’s shared home. Jimmy was out at a meeting with some venue owners to try and get a decent paying show so you weren’t expecting a call until a couple hours. You were proved wrong just as you were dozing off when your phone began buzzing from underneath you. You sat up and answered the call from Jimmy.

“Hello hello~” You softly said into the phone.

“Y/N!! GUESS WHOS OPENING FOR A SH-SHOW IN DENVER THIS W-WEEKEND!” You didn’t know it but he pulled the phone away from his face in preparation for your response. You screamed loud into the mic from pure joy and excitement for your best friend.

“NO FUCKING WAY JIM!!” He laughed knowing you’re just as psyched as he was, maybe more so.

“Yes-a-r-r-rooni!” You could easily hear the big smile he had on his face. “And Im i-inviting everyone from high school.” You could barely contain all your excitement about this show, let alone the new fact that you’ll see all your old friends from school.

“That’s good! Plenty of familiar faces to tease.” You let out an evil sounding laugh before it went back to normal at the sound of Jimmy’s. He filled you in on the rest of the details as you made quick work clearing your weekend. “Do you think everyone will show up?” You asked thinking of all the old friends you had, everyone you could think of had solid jobs now so you worried they wouldn’t make it.

“Everyone that matters will be there for sure!” Jimmy said now also thinking about who will show. In honesty he’s not sure who will actually join, but to him, even if there’s 10 folks he invited it would be just fine.

Stan was just arriving home when he got a text from an unsaved number.

‘Hey, this is Jimmy Valmer! I have a big show in Denver this Saturday and I’m inviting everyone from high school! I would love if you all can make it, hope to see you there!’

This message was attached to a link to buy tickets to the show. Stan smiled to himself before checking his schedule for this week. His weekend was clear so he went ahead and bought a ticket before heading inside. Kyle was watching the news on the couch scrolling through his phone.

“Dude he did it! Jimmy is makin it big time now!” Stan said putting his keys down and joining Kyle on the couch. “Did you get the text?”

“Huh? Oh about the show? Yeah.” Kyle said staring at the tv with the controller in hand.

“You gonna come? This is huge dude!” Stan said way more excited than Kyle is. Stan sees this show as an opportunity to reconnect with all his old friends, so he is jumping at this opportunity to see everyone. Of course he sees them on the rare occasions they pop in the coffee shop but this is different, he’s not on the clock and they wont be in a rush for work.

“No, I’ve got that family trip to jersey, I’m leaving Wednesday remember?” Stan deflated immediately at his friends words. Kyle and Ike are gonna be gone a whole week meaning there’s no chance of them making the show. “We wont be back until next Thursday.”

“Damn dude, guess I’m goin alone.” Stan sighed pulling out his phone to scroll idly.

“No, he sent that text to everyone, isn’t Tweek and Craig gonna go?” Kyle asked as he changed the channel on the tv. Stan shook his head.

“Nah, they work the weekends and they have their movie nights with Red and Scott on saturdays remember?” Stan corrected continuing on his phone. “You think Cartman’s going?” Stan asked looking over to Kyle who cringed at the name.

“Dude of course he is, his peak was when he could make fun of everyone.” Stan laughed at Kyles statement.

“That’s true, He’s gonna heckle the fuck out of Jimmy.” Stan scoffed. Kyle laughed this time.

“I wouldn’t doubt he’s coming up with a plan to get back at everyone who shows up right now.” Kyle rolled his eyes and then they were both laughing.

Kenny was jolted awake by pounding on his bedroom door. “Yea! Come in!” He shouted face down in his pillow. His roommate Butters barges into the room in a rush with his phone outstretched towards Kenny. He kneels next to him on the floor while shaking Kenny with his free hand.

“GET UP AND LOOK AT THIS!” Butters shouted full of disbelief and excitement. Kenny groaned and turned over onto his back turning to look at his friend. “HE MADE IT KEN!” Kenny squinted whipping the sleep from his eyes trying to decipher what Butters was showing him.

“Hi this is jimmy valmer. . . This Saturday. . . Hope to see you there.” Kenny whispered as he read the message. “That’s awesome! Are we going?” Kenny asked now giving a curious look to his friend. Butters pouted in response before putting his phone away.

“I work, but you HAVE to go. We gotta support our friend!” Butters said now gripping onto Kenny’s shirt dramatically. Kenny laughed at the display.

“How am I gonna get there? Kevin has my truck.” Kenny said with a laugh. Butters thought for all but 5 seconds before giving Kenny the answer.

“Easy, I drop you off before I work, I dont work until 2 so I can just drop you off early and pick you up right after I get off!” Butters said happily. Kenny sighed sitting back against the headboard.

“Why would I go alone, no one I know will be there?” Kenny said trying to avoid going without Butters. Butters gave him an exaggerated frown.

“He invited everyone from highschool, the whole gang will be there. Kyle, Stan, and Y/n too!” Butters said building his case. Kenny looked down at his hands before sighing again. “I hear Y/n is still single.” Butters says peering at him suggestively. Kenny glances up then back down to his hands.

“I thought they were dating Jimmy? They live together and all.” Kenny says crossing his arms now looking at Butters.

“Nope, just best friends living together.” Butters says resting his chin in his palm leaning onto Kenny’s bed.

“How do you know all this? What the hell sources did you have?” Kenny questions not trusting his friends words.

“They came into the shop last week like usual and we talked for a bit.” Butters says casually. “You’re going though.” Kenny looks at him in disbelief.

“What? I haven’t decided if I want to yet?” Kenny said and reached over for his phone.

“I decided for you, I bought your ticket already.” Butters said now gazing out the window. Kenny checked the message Jimmy sent before speaking again.

“Well return it, I don’t need to see all of them. I’m not going.” Kenny said putting his phone down crossing his arms again.

“Yea you are, the tickets are non-refundable and I know how your brain works. You wouldn’t let the money I spent go to waste.” Butters stood up going for the door. “Make sure you pick a nice outfit.”

“I hate that you know how my brain works. Fine I’ll go willingly.” Kenny says with an eye roll. Butters giggled closing the door behind him.

I last minute decided to add all 3 main characters pov instead of just yours, i think it came out very well, i didnt proofread much, but its gonna have to work! The next like 3 or 4 chapters are my favourites cause they really set the scene and tone well, i cant wait!!!!!

[wolferals]

🇪🇸vale🇪🇸

finally fallin' chapter 7

arón x reader

(The spanish is all google translate, i wont take responsibility for mistakes)

chapter 7

The sun tickling your face woke you the next morning. You stretched your legs and rolled over to your left side, your hand hitting the edge of the bed.

You didnt think any of it and just slowly opened your eyes.

The first thing you saw was the window where the sun had come from and you realized that this wasnt your place.

Carefully you sat up and scanned the lit room.

After thinking about the previous night you came to the life changing realization that you had had sex with Arón.

And as you has thought the night before, you immediately regretted it.

As you got up you saw that you were wearing underwear and your dress was kind of hanging off your upper body, your boobs fully exposed.

You picked up your bra and your other stuff and carefully opened the grey door to the living room.

At this point you hoped he wasnt there and you could sneak out but of course he was standing in the kitchen, sipping on a drink in a cup. Coffee.

„Oh good morning." he spotted you and smiled.

Totally embarrassed you walked up to him and sat on a chair, hiding your face in your hands.

„God my head." you groaned and didnt dare to look at him.

Arón stood in front of you and handed you a glass of water with a pill. „Here."

You nodded, swallowed the pill with a big chug of water and replied:"Thanks."

You didnt even know what to say, you were too confused and embarrassed for what you had done.

„I'm gonna go." you then spoke and got up and wanted to leave as fast as possible but a hand grabbed you by the arm and pulled you back.

„What?" you asked and turned around.

Without saying anything else, he cupped your face and placed a long sweet kiss on your lips.

It confused you even more. What did this mean now?

To you this was a mistake, a one time thing.

Was it more to him?

„Uhm.. bye." you exclaimed after looking at him in total confusion. He smiled and then opened the door for you.

„I had fun last night."

You just nodded again and made your way back home, still not knowing what had just happened.

It wasnt your intention to come off as a rude bitch, it just didnt make sense to you and you were pretty bad at hiding your self consciousness.

It had been a huge mistake.

*time skip to 5 hours later*

You had gotten a text from Arón this morning after you had left.

„Are you okay?"

To which you hadnt replied because you were still very embarrassed.

And to make this whole situation even worse, in about 45 minutes you were going to meet up with Itzan and Arón to take the shots for the photo series.

And oh boy were you nervous.

You were hoping Itzan had no clue but they were best friends, he had probably told him and Itzan was now thinking you were a hoe or something.

You had NEVER had a one night stand before. Especially not with a guy you basically just met.

Still very concerned about meeting him, you put on a pair of jeans shorts, a black top and a flannel in case it got colder later.

You didnt apply any makeup, you didnt feel like it. A blue scrunchie kind of highlighted your outfit, holding your hair up in a high ponytail.

You paired your outfit with a golden necklace, some dangly earrings and your usual vans.

Then the time had come for you to grab your bag, your phone, keys and your camera to get going. To meet him again. To face him.

It didnt take too long to get to the previously agreed venue and you were more than glad to see Itzan alone.

„Hey!" you greeted him and gave him a quick hug.

He smiled and replied:"Hi how are you?"

While you were waiting for Arón, Itzan seemed to have no clue about what happened and your thoughts were shooting through your head like arrows waiting for their time to hit the middle.

„Oh there he is, thank god." He suddenly spoke and you turned around just to be faced with a smiling Arón, who walked up to you and said:"Hola people."

It confused you how chill he was. Was hooking up with „strangers" an every day thing for him?

„You ready Piper?" Itzan asked him as Arón was sitting there on a bench, waiting for you to take the picture.

Itzan had called it your job to photograph and his own job was to „direct" Arón.

What a generous guy he was.

„Claro qué sí." Arón nodded and you tried to focus on your job to take a good photo.

While the guys talked about the next test shots you were only thinking of his naked body on yours, making you all bubbly inside.

„Y/n you good?" Itzan asked concerned and snapped his fingers in front of your face.

You came back to reality and asked:"Uh what? Yes. Im fine. Didnt sleep too well."

You heard Arón chuckle. „Why didnt you sleep y/n?"

He got a death glare from you.

„Easy guys. Lets just do this." Itzan seemed to get annoyed.

You were too. You were annoyed by Aróns behavior. But especially you were annoyed by yourself, you didnt even know how that could've happened.

„Y/n photo!" Itzan complained and you nodded back and took a the next picture of Arón. He was looking deep in your eyes, as you looked up from the camera again.

„Do we got it?" Itzan asked you.

Nodding you replied and checked through the taken photos.

They did look pretty good already, you still had to edit them though.

„Whats wrong with you, y/n? Are you feeling okay?"

Itzan looked at you all concerned. „You're absent today."

You simply nodded. „Sorry, im good."

He grabbed his backpack and then spoke:"Maybe its better if we edit the pictures this weekend, you get some sleep y/n you hear me? Imma head to the gym, see you later Piper."

And you were back alone with Arón. He walked up to you and intended on saying something but you cut him off before he could even start. „It was a mistake, I'm sorry. I dont wanna talk about it."

You acted like you were going through the pictures as he looked down at you.

„Y/n, come on." His arm reached out to touch your hand but you pulled away and replied:"I'm very sorry Arón, but i'm not like this i promise. I was drunk and it was a huge mistake."

He sighed. „Please?"

You looked up and took a deep breath.

„I know you like me."

You shook your head. But both of you knew it was a lie.

A thousand thoughts were running through your mind at this moment. „Arón, please lets forget this. I'm not ready for that."

Arón nodded and didnt say anything for a bit.

Then suddenly he asked:"Let me guess, you've been hurt before and arent ready to try something new?"

This time you shook your head and meant it.

„Not hurt. I just havent really been loved by anyone yet. And im..."

-„Scared?" he asked softly.

You were aware that this was a bitch move but you seriously were afraid of being close to someone.

Nodding you answered him.

„Yeah." you whispered and looked to the floor.

Arón got closer, tucked a loose strand of hair that had fallen out of your ponytail behind you ear and rested his hand on your cheek.

„Thats okay. We can take the time. And if you're not ready to do this, thats okay too. But trust me chica, I wont give up on you."

This made you laugh.

„Come on. Let me try this." He pleaded and pouted at you.

You werent sure, you wanted to get to know him better first before „dating" him.

„Please just give me some time." Was all you said before giving him a small smile and grabbing your stuff.

„As long as you need." he smiled back.

„But just that you wont lose interest, I'll keep annoying you over text."

You started to grin. You knew he would.

„Vale" you replied.

„Vale" he spoke back and smiled at you, as you slowly walked away after telling a boy who was head over heals for you to give you time? Like girl, this man wants you and you walk away?

Sometimes you hated yourself for your decisions.

[allsassnoclass]

dude if you did #1 for mashton (or ANYONE) id literally love you forever but if you want a range im also highly in love with 16, 25, and 34 listen im here for the content i dont care what the content is

and here is #1 for mashton!!!!! 

1. There’s people chasing us and I pulled you into the alley with me and wow you’re close

Michael pokes his head out, looking left and right for any stray fans who may have made their way around the back of the venue.

"Okay, I think we're clear," he says, slipping out.  Ashton follows closely behind, doing his own check of their surroundings.

Michael has never wanted fries and to breathe some fresh air so bad in his entire life.  Ashton refused to let him try to sneak to a nearby fast food joint alone.  Once it became clear that no members of their team were going to accompany them out but that Michael would not be satisfied with someone else bringing the fries to him, it became a two-person operation.

"Okay, come on," Ashton says, checking the map on his phone and starting off in a direction.  Michael sticks close, because he keeps forgetting what city they're in, never mind how to actually get to the nearest McDonalds.   It's exhilarating that this time, they're here for themselves, not as a supporting act for One Direction.  The fans lined up around the front of the venue are here because they like their music.

"Michael? Ashton?" someone says.  Michael turns and sees a few girls looking at them from the end of the block.

"Shit," Michael says, because the three girls are joined by more, and more, and then the crowd is moving towards them at a pretty quick pace.  A few fans are fine, but they've got the attention of too many, and Michael panics.

"Run!" he says, grabbing Ashton's hand and taking off.

Running appears to be the wrong move, because the crowd gives chase.  Michael takes a sharp turn, but they come to a busy intersection and skid to a pause.

"This way," Ashton says, pulling Michael with him to the left.  Michael spots the mouth of an alley and pulls Ashton in after him, stumbling over a stray cardboard box before Ashton manhandles him behind some sort of massive electrical box attached to the building, pressing close to fit them both out of sight.

Ashton's breath puffs against his cheek and Michael fights a shiver.

Michael has been close to Ashton before, because there aren't too many boundaries in a band and there's not too much space on a tour bus, but not like this without Ashton complaining or squirming away.  He can feel his body heat where their arms touch, Michael bracketed in, knees knocking.

"You're really close," he whispers.

"It's not a very big space to hide," Ashton whispers back, right into his ear.  Michael doesn't think he's successful in suppressing the shiver this time.

He hears the crowd near the mouth of the alley.  Michael grabs on to Ashton's shirt, pulling him just a little bit closer.  If he turns his head just a little bit, their noses would touch.  They'd be close enough to kiss.

Kissing Ashton is not a thought he allows himself to entertain often, but it's crossed his mind.  He can't help it: Ashton is magnetic and passionate and has sunshine coming out of his dimples.  He's pretty sure everyone who meets Ashton develops some sort of a crush and wonders what sort of a kisser he'd be.  He sealed his fate the minute he sent that Facebook message at 2 in the morning asking for a drummer.

He glances at Ashton out of the corner of his eye to find the other boy already looking at him.  When he swallows, Ashton's eyes flick down to follow the movement.  His fingers flex involuntarily where they're gathered in Ashton's shirt.

"Am I reading this right?" Ashton asks.

Is he?  Is he?  Is Michael?

"Yeah," he says, voice feeling weird and scratchy.

"Good," Ashton replies, and then they're kissing.

Ashton kisses like a drums, like he writes, like he argues about the state of the bathroom after any of the others shower, passionately and with every part of him completely focused.  Michael feels like he's been out in the sun too long, hot all over and a little light headed in the best way, but he gives as good as he gets.  Ashton makes a little noise in the back of his throat and Michael makes it his mission to hear it again, but Ashton pulls away before he can, chest shuddering with each breath he pulls in.

"Fries," Ashton says after a moment.

"Hm?"

"We were going to get fries."

"Oh," Michael breathes.  He leans forward and kisses Ashton again, because he still hasn't moved away.  It's just as good the second time around.

"Mike, we have to get back," Ashton laughs once they part again.

"We have some time," Michael says.

"We have a dressing room with a couch that isn't a few feet away from a dumpster."

It's a good argument.  Michael blinks and tries to peer at the entrance of the alley.  He only sees cars, not people.  The coast is as clear as it's going to get.

"Lead the way," he says.  It takes a moment for Ashton to move, and once he does Michael immediately misses the feeling of them pressed together.  Ashton takes his hand and it helps.  As they make their way back to the venue, Michael can't wait to get inside and get even closer.

[shurisneakers]

espresso [10]

Summary: In which your best friend’s brother begins to set you up on dates when you mention that you haven’t been in a relationship in years, but things don’t go as expected.

Warning:  mentions of past cheating, angst, alcohol

A/N: im back after 2 months lol hello to the 4 people who still read this this is my entry for  @viktordrago‘s writing challenge. everyone say thanks to @samingtonwilson for putting up with me and being the best

here’s my ko-fi if you’d like to support my writing <333

Previous part- Part 9 || Espresso Masterlist

The world around you was dark when you stepped outside, shutting the door of your house behind you and pulling your jacket tight across your body in hopes of evading the chilling wind nipping at your cheeks.

It was the night before Christmas Eve– or as Bucky so poetically named it:  “Christmas Eve-Eve” – and you couldn’t help but be disappointed at the thought of your upcoming night. You dreaded having to spend time with someone who would inevitably serve as a way to pass time and nothing more. You almost felt bad that they were trying their hand at someone who was so out of the game before it had even begun– but you couldn’t bring yourself to feel sympathetic.

Bucky had chosen the most popular bar in your town as the venue– a bar which checked ID’s as a mere formality, a bored security employee glancing at the birthdate and shrugging to let in most people who simply “looked old enough.”

With scuffed wooden stables and pictures of frequent patrons, nearby teams, or people they were proud to have once served, the bar was never truly empty, it always had at least one or two groups drinking until they blacked out. And like always, the bar was filled with the warm sounds of people laughing, glasses clinking together in celebration and drunken karaoke with no musical accompaniment.

Your eyes quickly scanned the crowd, looking for someone who was possibly dressed for a date. And you found none.

Sighing, you quickly shot off a text to Bucky about the whereabouts of your supposed company for the night, Scott, shuffling from the doorway when the bell above the door jingled upon its opening.

Receiving an ineffective “He isn’t there yet?” in response, you sighed once more and stuffed your phone into your pocket, deciding that a stool at the bar counter was your best bet. After all, if your date wasn’t going to show up, then at least you could drown yourself with enough alcohol to have a good time alone.

“Y/N?” 

If you hadn’t committed that voice to memory for reasons you refused to acknowledge, you would have believed you were hallucinating.

Your jaw clenched, then relaxed. Fuckin’ Dolores. “Dot? What are you doing here?”

“Hey! What a coincidence!” she laughed, pulling you into a gentle hug as your body stiffened uncomfortably against the contact. She didn’t seem to notice. “I’m here to meet someone. What about you?”

“Date.”

“Really?” She tilted her head. “Wait– is this one of those dates Bucky’s setting you up on?”

You gave her a tight-lipped smile in return, eliciting a sigh and a shake of her head.

“God, he’s so fucking dense.” She rolled her eyes, her lips stretching into a fine line of what looked to be pity. You didn’t ask what she’d meant by it and only quirked an eyebrow. It’s not like you disagreed, per se.

“Well, hey, if your date’s running late, you’re more than welcome to hang out with me.”

“Um-“ You racked your brain for an excuse not to, but found none that’d be polite enough so you relented, repressing a scowl. “Sure?”

You followed her lead through the crowd, stopping at a set of stools placed before the counter. Motioning at an empty pair, she told you to sit and that she’d be right back once she found the friend she was meeting.

You obliged and slid onto one of the stools to face the door, the palm of your hand supporting your head. You could feel the onset of a headache which did nothing to make you feel better.

You were in a mood, obviously, and it was not one that screamed approachability. It irked you that every time you came close to even letting Bucky know what you wanted, the universe had other plans. And even with that anger and dissatisfaction, you would have rather spent time with him and Becca than at a bar, waiting for the last date of your stupid bet.

It was a while before you felt someone beside you and you didn’t bother to look up until there was obnoxious laughter, forcing you out of your reverie.

“Oh, this is my friend, Y/N,” Dot said as she got settled in her seat, nodding to the bartender you had yet to acknowledge, a grin on her face.

“Hey there.”

You laboriously lifted your head to answer his greeting, only to have your words die down in your suddenly dry throat.

“I’m Brock, but everyone just calls me Rumlow.”

You stared blankly at him, eyes too baffled to blink. It felt as if you were frozen. You could see the recognition in his eyes but he made no attempt to make that recognition known.

To say it hit you like a truck would be an understatement. You weren’t sure if your sight was deceiving you, but you hadn’t drank any alcohol yet nor had you ingested hallucinogenic mushrooms so it couldn’t be that.

Fuck.

“Is something wrong?” Dot interrupted your growing panic, bringing you back to the moment harshly.

He hadn’t moved, only jutted his hand further out in an attempt to give you a handshake.

“No,” you replied roughly, trying to look at him as coolly as you could– as if everything inside you was calm. “Nothing at all.”

“Have you met before?” Dot asked, intermittently glancing at the both of you.

You watched him silently, assessing his face to see what he would say.

“This would be the first time,” he said with a smile so casual, you almost missed the tiniest bit of uncertainty that flashed across his face.

“Oh, cool,” she shrugged. And even her shrug nearly had you jumping.

“Can I get you both anything?” He gestured behind him to the numerous bottles lining the shelves; some so old they had begun to collect dust.

“Just a beer. Y/N?”

You mutely shook your head, not taking your eyes off him.

“Bottle or pint?”

“Bottle,” she replies easily, smiling easily, breathing easily.

He nodded and left the two of you to get her a bottle.

“How, uh, how do you know him?” you cleared your throat, hoping to sound as inconspicuous as possible. She clearly had no idea about what was going on– and she thought Bucky was dense.

“We’ve known each other years. He was on the football team at Middleton. Met him when he came to our school for a game.”

“Ah.”

“Here you go,” Rumlow announced, placing an open glass bottle in front of her, returning his attention to you.

“Sure you don’t want anything?”

You shook your head again, dropping your gaze to the sticky counter instead.

He didn’t pursue it further, instead picking up a glass from under the counter.

“What’s going on with you nowadays, Dot?” he asked nonchalantly, gently wiping at the glass with a worn out towel.

You wanted to get out of here as soon as possible without raising suspicion, but your date hadn’t arrived and it hadn’t even been ten minutes since you sat down.

“Other than crying from constant stress and anxiety on a daily basis? Nothing much really,” she laughed, bringing the bottle to her lips.

“You both go to the same college?” he gestured between the two of you as if he didn’t already know.

You furrowed your eyebrows at him when his gaze lingered on you longer than you would have liked– so, at all.

He quickly returned to looking at her rather than you.

“Nah, we had a mutual friend who I met at a coffee shop recently and he introduced us. Actually,” she squinted. “You might know him. Bucky Barnes?”

You saw his jaw clench as he subtly raised his fingers to itch at his nose. It was still slightly disfigured from when it was last broken. You held yourself back from smirking smugly.

“Yeah, I know him. Barnes and I go way back,” his voice was venomous but his maintained composure overall.

Your knuckles were beginning to hurt with how hard your fists were clenched, almost like you were waiting for a moment when you would have to defend yourself.

“Hold on a second. You both-“ she straightened her back, putting her bottle down as she glanced between you both.

Your heart leapt to your throat.

Did she finally figure it out?

“You both used to go to the same school.” She furrowed her eyebrow as if she was trying to recollect a distant memory. “Yeah- Middleton, right? How haven’t you met each other before?”

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“I think I may have been a year or two ahead of you. Barnes and I were the same year,” he replied calmly before you could reply with what would probably have been an incoherent mess of sentences meshed together.

You leaned back, giving him a nod. “Yeah, that. What he said.”

“That makes sense.” She shrugged, letting go of the topic easily. She nudged your elbow gently, gaining your attention. “Any update on your date?”

“Uh-“ you quickly checked your phone, finding no texts or calls. “No. Don’t think it’s happening.”

“You waitin’ on a date?” Rumlow looked up from his distraction with sudden interest.

Raising an eyebrow, you simply replied, “Yes.”

“If he stands you up, he’s a dick,” Dot stated, raising her beer. “I fuckin’ hate it when people do that.”

“Wait, people have stood you up before?” he asked, putting down a glass and picking up another almost like clockwork, a teasing smile on his face. The scar above his near his eye crinkled when he did so.

You were there when he got that, some dumb fight his ego landed him in.

“More times than I would like.” She rolled her eyes, taking a large swig. “But it’s not the worst thing to happen on a date.”

“What could possibly be worse than not even being on one?”

“Lots of things, buddy. Bad dates are a whole other ballgame.”

You agreed silently, your experiences for the past few months speaking for themselves.

She continued, “What’s your worst date story, Rumlow?”

“Uh,” he paused before he laughed to himself. “If we’re not counting the stand-ups, middle school with this girl I liked before I realized she was the clingiest person I had ever met and tried to stick her tongue down my throat every five minutes.”

“Isn’t that exactly the way you are now? I see she later became your role model,” Dot tipped her bottle at him but he just rolled his eyes at her.

“Y/N.” Oh no. “Worst date story?” Fuck.

You had plenty of stories from the past few months, hell from even before that. But… there was no way you’d get this opportunity again.

“Got any good ones?”

Should you even dare to do that? Was it worth it? You didn’t even know how he would react. It was way too risky.

Oh, fuck it.

“High school, with this senior. I’d been dating him for almost two years and he asks me to come to a party as some excuse for a date,” you snorted a laugh. “That was a sign, like almost everything else he did, that our relationship wasn’t in a good place. So I thought, ‘Okay, we’ll get to talk things out.’”

You hear the sharp cling of Rumlow placing the glass back onto the countertop, but you ignored him, your smirk still very self-satisfied. You knew he knew where you were going with this.

You don’t take your eyes off him, watching the vein in his neck begin to strain against his skin. “I get there and all’s well until we start arguing about something stupid, don’t even remember what. You know how guys are.” Dot nodded with a roll of her eyes.

“And we just keep yelling about things that don’t even matter, about things that we’d pulled from thin air. Just, you know, anything to get a rise out of the other, really.”

You could see him swallowing but never breaking his composure.

You glanced at Dot. She was listening intently, chin resting on her palm. You took it as a sign to continue.

“Then it was just incoherent screams and then,“ you inhaled, forcing yourself to loosen your grip before your knuckles splintered, “he says he’d been cheating on me for about a year by then. Someone from another school so that no one we knew would see them together.”

Dot drew in a sharp intake of breath. “Shit.”

“That wasn’t even the worst part. He came from a pretty rough background and used to borrow cash off me often. I didn’t think much of it, because you know, it’s his own business, and I just wanted to help him out how ever I could.” You laughed humorlessly. “Turns out he was using that money to spend on the other girl he was with. Bought her cute stuff, took her out on dates on the days he stood me up, the works. It was pretty fucked up.”

“Jesus Christ.”

You could see him look at Dot after her reaction and you wondered if he was actually scared you’d tell her the truth.

“And then he broke up with me. I think he left her soon after that too because he lost his source of income.” You looked at him straight in the eye, never once blinking. You hoped he was squirming. “Fucked me up for a little while, especially since I saw him around the rest of his senior year until he finally graduated– which was unexpected given his academic record. Didn’t really bother with any kind of relationship after that.”

“That’s screwed up on so many levels. I’m sorry, dude,” she didn’t say anything further, and you didn’t really expect her to.

“Enough about me, though. What about you?” You put on a small smile.

“Nothing I’ve experienced could come close to that, buddy, I think you’ve outdone all of us,” she joked, laughing to herself.

“It isn’t a competition, you know.” You nudged at her. You deliberately were avoiding looking at him, noticing from the corner of your eye that he had stopped his cleaning and was instead leaning on the countertop. “C’mon, what’s your worst?”

“Honestly nothing too bad. Just a few incredibly lame dates, but other than that-“

“Hey, why don’t you tell Y/N here about the disaster of a relationship in your junior year?” he broke in loudly, gaining your attention.

“God, no, we agreed to never talk about that,” she playfully rolled her eyes at him but he looked adamant.

A smile spread across his cheeks, one that was almost sinister. He glanced at you silently, letting his gaze linger, leaving a unsettling feeling in your gut. Suddenly, you didn’t feel so great about what was about to happen.

“No, no, I’m sure she’d be very interested in hearing all about it.”

“Jesus, fine.” She chugged the rest of her beer, almost as if it was for courage. “Brock and I had this very brief-“

“It wasn’t brief,” he protested.

“Fine. He and I had a fling for a year in high school.”

“In my senior year.”

It felt like your blood ran cold.

“It was fun but then we agreed it didn’t work out because he was graduating.” She poked at his shoulder but he wasn’t paying any attention to her.

He was staring directly at you and for good reason.

“It was great. We hung out a lot, even though we weren’t in the same school. Almost felt like more than a year.”

“We were never ‘official.’” She used air quotation marks, obviously trying to downplay it. It clearly wasn’t something she liked talking about but he kept pushing it.

“But that didn’t stop us from doing a lot of things.” He smirked and she punched his arm.

Your mouth opened and closed like some kind of fucking fish but it felt like you couldn’t breathe. He cheated on you with Dot? With fucking Dot?

Was there anyone in your life not interested in her?

“It’s embarrassing and we agreed never to mention it again,” she said something after that but it was like you were tuning everything out to try and make sense of it on your own.

But it didn’t.

It didn’t make any sense. How did you miss this? Fuck, you never bothered finding out the girl’s name. You didn’t even know what she looked like or which grade she was in.

Idiot.

“I-I need to go,” you choked out, grabbing your phone and stuffing it into the pocket of your jacket haphazardly, fingers trembling. You couldn’t believe he had gotten under your skin again and you had just completely given him a chance to do so.

“So soon?” Rumlow asked, feigning surprise. You couldn’t even look him in the face but his amusement was glaringly obvious.

“Wait, did something happen?” Dot grabbed a hold of your shoulder and you nearly threw it off.

Don’t fucking touch me.

She looked taken aback but didn’t voice it. “Do you need me to drop you off somewhere?”

“No. No, I’m just gonna go.”

“Y/N-“

Get out, get out, get the fuck out of there.

“It was nice meeting you!” He called out from behind you.

Your head was reeling. You didn’t even turn around for a final look, just stumbled out of the bar into the deserted street.

After calling for an Uber that was only a minute or two away, you stumbled over your own feet to the car and asked the driver to step on it, praying that he wouldn’t try to make conversation with you.

Your fingers hovered above Bucky’s contact as you stared at his name. There’s no way he would have known. He wouldn’t have done this to you, would he?

“Hey! Aren’t you supposed to be on a date-“

“Did you know?”

“What?” On any other occasion it would be a relief to hear Bucky’s voice after another shitty date but now it just furthered your rage.

“Did you fucking know?”

The excitement he’d expressed in his voice when he’d first answered the call seemed to diminish and worry took its place as he replied, “Know what?”

“About Rumlow.”

He went silent. “What about him?”

“That he worked at the fucking bar you sent me to, James. Jesus Christ.” You rolled your eyes so hard you hoped it would somehow translate to his end.

“I- Y/N- what?”

“What about him and Dolores, huh?” Bucky had to have known about that. For Christ’s sake, their dumb sport of grown men chasing a ball would have allowed them to spend an absurd amount of time together.

“Wait, what does Dot have to do with any of this, I’m so-“

“You two were on the same goddamn football team Bucky, how could you have not known?” Your volume had risen exponentially and you ignored the questioning stare the driver gave you through the rearview mirror.

“You’re not making any sense here Y/N, I genuinely have no idea what you’re talking about.” He almost sounded distressed and if you weren’t so riled up, you would have already stopped by now.

“He cheated on me with her,” Your stomach felt like it was being twisted into knots when you finally said it out loud. You sunk into your seat, quietening. “She’s the girl from the other school.”

He fell silent for a few moments once more. “I don’t understand.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” your voice cracked and you tightened your grip on your phone, pinching your thigh with your other hand.

Keep it together, damn it.

“Tell you? I didn’t even know-“

“Did you-” It felt fucked up to even think it but it felt like the irrationality hit you out of nowhere. “Did you set me up with this?”

“Wait, what-”

“Rumlow, Dot– this was too fucking coincidental.” You were justifying it more and more with every passing second, your mind spinning absurdities. “Was there even a date tonight or were you just fucking with me?”

“I… I can’t believe you just asked me that,” his voice was soft. “I would never, ever-“

“You never once hinted to me about her and…” you trailed off. “You’ve been hanging out with her months, James, don’t tell me you knew absolutely nothing about this.”

“Do you really think that I would hide something like that from you?”

“I don’t know anymore.”

“What does that even mean-“

“What about the past four dates, huh?” you interrupted again. “You claim to know me, yet every single one of these guys were people you knew I wouldn’t like. Was it all just one big fucking joke? Because if it was, this would be a perfect ending.”

“That was never my intention and you know it.“ You could tell that Bucky was struggling to keep his cool.

“I don’t know,” you admitted quietly. “I don’t know anything anymore.”

You could hear him exhale through the phone. “Wow.”

“Bucky-“ you hesitated, only to have him cut you off.

“That’s just… really unfair, you know? If you really believe I’d go out of my way to do something like this to you then I don’t think there’s anything I can say.”

“I guess there isn’t.”

Part 11

[whatevenismyaestheticidk]

Things I’ve heard high schoolers say pt 3

Person: it’s to early for me to be alive right now

Teacher: who invented math? Student: Lincoln.

Teacher: You feel as if you get low marks on this 5 paragraph essay you’ll end up poor and homeless and addicted to drugs. Student 1: Yes. Student 2: That’s exactly how it works. Student 3: I mean… you’re not wrong.

Student: It’s called panic and I do it well. I do it very well.

Student 1: I need to get glasses. Student 2: I need to get a will to live.

Student: Physics eats brains for lunch and sucks ass for dinner.

Student: Fuck you Perry the platypus!!

Student: he’s an Asian white supremisist. How does that even happen.

Teacher: After treating him like dirt for 7 years what is he to me? Student 1: Friends? Student 2: Lovers?

Teachers: We can’t have poor people running the place, that’s stupid.

Teachers: It was illegal to be alone because when you are alone you commit a sin.

Student: They play with your intestines? Like jumprope???

Student 1: you make me want to kill myself Student 2: Bitch please! I’ve been making myself want to kill myself for years.

Teacher: If you’re in my class don’t be acting the fool

Student: that’s it! You’ve lost your titty privileges

Student: I have the bladder of an octopus please let me go to the bathroom

Teacher: America broke up with Britain through text and by telling all of their friends but not actually telling Britain.

Student: my peripheral vision up is about as good as a fucking snail’s.

Student: I am allergic to myself.

Student: she brought my coconut juice. I’m going to cry.

Student: my name is Bitch.

Student: my elevator is literally a vsco girl

Student 1: what do you think? Student 2: I think I’m a fucking slut.

Student 1: I look like a lightbulb Student 2: A cute lightbulb. 10/10 would screw you (in)

Teacher: No one likes Axe, but its your friend.

Student: I am a flaming homosexual and that is why I want to dye my hair pink in honor of the women that I love so much

Student: oh my god it’s Michael fucking Jackson! *screams*

Student: Im 16 but not even very much 16.

Teacher: Theres a reason my cousin Neil trades three shifts of paramedic work so he doesn’t have to work on the night of the full moon.

Student: I know it sounds scary running from the police but it’s actually just leisurely walking away from them.

Student: I was washing my hands after lunch and this guy just started bleeding out next to me.

Student: I’m just saying, I would wear a full out prom dress to school and no one could stop me.

Student: I have the strength of a roasted peanut.

Student 1: Avacodo’s are thicc though. If there was a sexiest food event then avocado would win hands down. Student 2: what about peaches Student1: I would 100% fuck an avocado.

Student: chicken nuggets re the dad bod of the food world.

Student: in conclusion: gay.

Student: Hey Mr (Teacher) can you please elaborate on your outfit choice today?

Teacher: Dueling? You know the 10 paces fire? The thing that Hamilton is known for but he was a lot better at?

Teacher: Dreams are kinda wack Student: But this is another level of wack.

Student 1: Im just saying you could totally suck a dick by mistake. Student 2: How? Student 1: Like if you’re watching a movie and he’s holding a soda bottle between his legs and you want a sip but it’s dark you could totally accidentally suck a dick.

Student 1: hurry the fuck up Student 2: that is not how you treat people, you need to have some respect. You say PLEASE hurry the fuck up.

Student: You know, Stockholm syndromes. Like when someone is kidnapped and then catches feelings for their master, daddy kinks, that kinda shit.

Student: IF I were to eat Donalt Trump’s ass it would be so white I’d get retinal cancer just from looking at it.

Student: You were texting her which made us loose the quizlet live game! She is a whore!

Teacher: you’re a dirty old man, you read the script

Student: you’re my hwb. Homies with benefits.

Student 1: I’m a shell 2: I’m a crab. 3: what do crabs do to shells 2: I’m going to go live and eat inside you then eventually leave you for another

Student: Ayyyy!! We’re getting mono!!

Student: Stop catching feelings you dumb emotionally suicidal bitch!!!!

Teacher: *Student’s name* you need to find friends who love you.

Student: Is that a kneecap? *fake cough* Slut. *fake cough*

Teacher: Yah Buccanan was our first gay president. Student: But he was a Democrat! Teacher:… you DO know that people can be gay and a democrat.

Student: This whole book was just a giant KFC commercial.

Student: he other day I tried to zoom in on a book.

Student: every time I head an Indian person talk it’s like they’re raping me but in a good way.

Student: You canned corn of a human.

Student: you look like a broken piano

Student: There’s no room for Jesus! I don’t want to see him!

Student 1: Tiger sharks are the goats of the ocean. Student 2: Wrong. I’m the goat of the ocean.

Student: Florida is the Bermuda Triangle of stupid shit.

Student: Jesus has a plan for me, and I don’t think it’s in his textbook of an agenda.

Student: did you talk to her? Because I’m pretty sure blowing up a school is frowned upon.

Student: and that’s on period no tampon.

Student 1: what would your stripper name be? Student 2: Ruby. Teacher who over heard: Excuse me. Teacher here, stripper conversation over there. Please move the inappropriate conversation somewhere where I can’t hear it. Vanilla Pudding. (the thing about this one, was she was telling us that in the past, her stripper name was Vanilla Pudding)

Student: (Different student’s name), if I told you that I was possessed last night would you believe me?

Student: (Teacher) I was possessed last night, is there, like, biology to support that?

Student: Could I theoretically live forever if I drank infinite 5 hour energies.

Teacher: I have more glue sticks I just don’t put them out because the freshman eat them.

Student: drinking chocolate milk isn’t good for you it just like tragic.

Student: who do people even get stds, I can’t even get dms

Student: Tell me you’re kidding. Tell me you did not find my house by looking at snap maps. YOU HAVE MY ADDRESS!!!

Student: Hey you lived in Africa right? Does that mean you can say the n word?

Student: Someone threatened to open up my chest, piss in it, and close it back up.

Student: For how good I am at catching feelings, you’d think I’d be better at sports.

Student 1: I’m a Taurus. Student 2: I thought you were gay.

Student: So if I ate a tide pod then ate a t-shirt what would happen?

Student: Buddhism is just a series of vibe checks until eventually one works.

Student: why does bugs bunny have so much cleavage??

Student: Don’t underestimate snoopy you fucking heathen.

Teacher: So what you’re saying is when the okay boomer generation dies we won’t be racist anymore?

Student: Venus is in retrograde and that’s why Im not dealing with your bullshit.

Student: What is wrong with you. No sincerely. What made you think that eating a green banana is okay.

Teacher: You know Up? In the movie there’s this dog and when he’s talking then he’ll turn and say squirrel. That’s like me. I think I have adhd.

Student: you absolute tea drinking taxes liberal.

Student 1: if you see my cat run. She’s psycho. Student 2: Can I run her over with my tires?

Student 1: I will drive us through the gates of Shaw and into the water. Student 2: I hope we blow up underwater.

Student 1: Juxpositioning my rain boots with my lingerie. Student 2: those rhyme. Wait no they don’t!

Student: when he says he has a tenor recorder, but really we all know he only has a soprano recorder.

Student 1: you’re shoelaces are untied Student 2: I know. I hope I trip on it and die. Student 3:I felt that

Student: Every time I see a 9/11 ad I always pretend to have a panic attack.

Students chanting: Eat the rich. Eat the rich. Student 2: Rich, more like Bitch.

Student 1: UWU I’m going to lock you in my gas chamber Student 2: Primes flame thrower UWU

Student: I’m not Like other girls. I die on command

Studrnt1: Turkey bitch Student 2: she just called you a turkey bitch Student 1: yes you specifically are a Turkey bitch

Student: I will eat a bitches dick. Gobble gobble motherfucker.

Student 1: he opens my snaps in 10 seconds Student 2: that’s love

Student 1: My for you page is almost exclusively gays, theatre, and Percy Jackson at this point. Student 2: Those are all the same thing basically.

Student: I would have kicked so much ass freshman year if I wasn’t depressed.

Student: Navy blue is the white kid who thinks he can say the n word of the color world. He thinks that he’s black.

Student: Your nose hairs look fragrant. Would you mind if I took a taste?

Student: Boxed water tastes like what I imagine trader joes to taste like as a water.

Student: The water from Moana would be a gentle lover.

Student: we feast tonight brother. I found this in the trash can.

Student: Okay, but I cry myself to sleep BETTER than you.

Student: Can you Venmo me some titties please?

Girl holding hands with another girl: It’s a good thing we’re dating otherwise this’d be pretty gay.

Student 1: I just wanted to know if you knew Lincoln personally. Teacher: What? Student 2: We think you’re a time traveler.

Student 1: Sweetie, you’re having a breakdown over rocks. Student 2: I really hate that class!!!

Student: I love being the joker when we play chess

Student: are you saying that you finger fuck your eurethra?

Student 1: Honestly sometimes I just go onto that lofi hip hop radio, beats to relax/study to thing and just get into a fight with someone in the comment section. It’s fantastic. Student 2: Sometimes they do give good advice though, once I asked if I should ask out this guy and they responded with “No, guys ain’t shit” and I was like “aight you right, you right” Student 3: Sometimes it gets weird though, like once I went on and everyone was talking about how sex and money have become the new gods of our time, and how someday a future generation will die without ever seeing the light of the sun. Student 1: Okay but are they wrong though?

Student: It doesn’t matter if you’re a boy or a girl or something in between or something else entirely. A bitch is a bitch, and you sir, are a bitch.

Student 1: so last night I killed and area few of your kids, I hope you don’t mind. Student 2: nah I don’t really care.

Student: what size pussy your phone got?

Student 1: I listen to songs about Greek gods and being polyamorous Student 2: I listen to songs about... smashing.

Student: Motzarella cheese is the pastel pink of the cheese world.

Student: Someone who can bench press 200 has nothing on someone that can just double fist eat Costco sized pound blocks of cheddar cheese.

Student: I will drag you down to hell and make the devil give you therapy so help me. Student: You see, we don’t conjugate words in English, much less math.

Students: well the thing about gamers is, you know they’re good with their hands.

Student: Oka first of all, we’re all on the same planet, so that’s already real small. Then, what are the chances that we were born the same species, like I could have been born a platypus. I could have been a mealworm. Then the chances that we’re in the same country then the same state then the same school like damn. Imma just vibe now.

Student 1: You’re built like a baked bean Student 2: IDK why that hurt me so much but it did.

Student: If I don’t get a hug in the next 10 minus, I’m going directly to the pentagon to tell Trump to suck my dick.

[artsninspo]

PULSE : PART III - WHO IS YOU?

PART I | PART II | PART III

PART III - WHO IS YOU?

Black had always been a pretty good judge of character, its how he’d survived on his own for so long. He did what he had to do to survive comfortably, nothing more nothing less. He didn’t make promises he couldn’t keep and he maintained relationships within their necessary boundaries - never blurring lines. Women had always been the easiest to keep in check. He had a reputation as a sure thing, rules too like no contact it it wasn’t about sex. No contact if she’s on her period. If he needed someone to talk to he’d see a shrink. If he needed love he’d get a pet or visit Lisa the woman that raised him.

His size and demeanour did what he needed it to do. Keep people away.

Elle Blake on paper and in person were two completely different people. She’d lived a privileged life but could navigate the neighbourhood without issue. She didn’t take his demeanour towards her personally and her mouth is fucking lethal.

Everyday, he’d see her walking home and everyday he drove past her, rain or shine. Since then Black had been getting presents in his washer and dryer. Boxers with days of the week printed on the ass, socks with toe slits in ridiculous colours with his name printed on the bottoms and other childish annoying shit. Today in the dryer were the lollies from down the street “suckers to stay sucker free”. He’d have checked anyone else for it but he knew she was doing it purposely to get under his skin and not to be disrespectful.

The rain is really coming down and Elle looks around but all the cabs are occupied. He contemplates making his car spray her with water but decides against it pulling over slowly and opening the door. She looks confused before walking and getting in.

“Thanks” she mutters getting on her seatbelt on and shivering from being drenched. He turns off the air conditioning to keep her from getting a cold. She’s pissed - not at him but he can feel the anger radiating from her. Her phone rings and she declines the call immediately taking a deep breath. Her phone rings again and she rolls down the window chucking it into a puddle. Black continues to drive when he hears her sniffle and she wipes the tears away smearing her make up. Its not an act, it’s not like the games women ploy to get attention. He says nothing enjoying the silence until his phone rings. He hits decline not wanting to talk business in the company of someone else.

Black parks looking over at Elle and reaching into his glove compartment taking out some wet-wipes.

“You’re not about to leave my car looking like that” he comments pointing at her racoon eyes from the tears and make up. She concedes taking the wet wipes pulling down the mirror and cleaning herself up . When she’s done she gets her things taking her trash and unlocking the door.

“I’m not trying to get in your business-“

“Then don’t” Elle snaps before sighing with tears in her eyes again. “Look, I appreciate the ride, thank you can we leave it at that?” She asks causing him to chew the inside of his lip.

“I hope no one in the neighbourhood has you soft like this” he comments casually looking away from her and at his mirror. He’d threatened her and she’d kept her cool - whatever this was it had to be big.

“Nothing to do with anything here” Elle sighs looking at Black honestly.

He nods unlocking the door, “Cool” he says but she’s already out the car heading inside. He stops in his tracks seeing Dia Evans the best lawyer in the city, maybe even state and her daughter at Elles door. Their eyes are kind and caring; everything Elle doesn’t want right now. She stops looking up at them and turning to head back towards the exit.

“Elle!” Dia calls before she can open the door.

“Kiz, Dia, I’m fine. I don’t want company or to talk about it I just want to be alone - respect that or leave” Elle says calmly with tears in her eyes again.

“Okay” Kizzy agrees but Dia doesn’t say anything. “Is this Mr. Asshole” Kizzy whispers looking at Black who’s witnessed everything.

“Black” Elle mutters in response heading up the flight of stairs to her door.

He didn’t know what to make of it. Especially when the yelling started and went on for hours. Especially when Kizzy knocked at his door looking worn out.

“Sorry to bother you, where can I find the super?” She asks.

“He don’t be here like that” Black comments looking down at her with his typical expression.

“Guess, I’ll just google his number” Kizzy breathes looking back in the direction of Elles door?

“Is the yelling over?” He asks offending Kizzy.

“Fuck you” she snarls flipping him off and storming down the stairs to the exit.

She’s the hot head.

Black notes giving her a pass, whatever it was they all were acting crazy. He shouldn’t have opened the door for her in the first place.

…

Black had noticed Elle on the screens when she first came in. He shook his head watching all the guys in the venue posture themselves to get at her. Business had to be completed but still his eyes searched the monitors every few minutes making a mental not of where Elle was next, all the while ignoring his associates periodically. In his mind she was too pretty to be here. Not that she was the most beautiful woman ever, it’s just every man likes new pussy and to be the first to tap into it. He’d watched her throw at least five shots back getting happier each time and bouncing around dancing with any and everyone. He checked the time only to see thirty minutes until closing - usually it would be more sparse than this.

“Get these nigga’s outta here” Reggie his security who does exactly that leaving Elle entertaining the bartender. He’d never seen Stevie look at a woman the way he was looking at Elle and he’s gay.

“I got this you close up” Black says stepping behind the bar as Elle hiccups looking up. It takes her nearly a minute to recognize him and when she does she groans.

“Fuck” she laughs putting her head down onto her crossed arms. “God, I don’t wanna dream about this guy” she says looking into the ceiling.

“You aren’t dreaming” he tells her and she pouts taking another shot.

“That’s enough or you’ll have your stomach pumped”

“Doesn’t matter, nothing matters” she sniffles looking around. “Why’d they stop the music?” She asks.

“It’s three in the morning”

“How much would it cost you to kill me?” Her words surprise Black.

“Dia Evans’ niece?” He asks and she shakes her head coherent enough to understand it’s not going to happen.

“Come on lets go” he says but she refuses.

“Turn the music back on, I’m not done yet” she smiles getting behind the empty booth and pressing buttons turning on music but only one subwoofer is connected making it much less obnoxious. Black pours himself a drink watching her jump around in performance to two songs before he gets up.

“You look like a terrible dancer”

“I am”

“Shame, if you’re bad at that you’re bad at other things” Elle winks twirling around him playfully. “Surprising because I know it isn’t your personality that keeps those girls coming back”

“So you’ve given it some thought?” Black asks making Elle giggle.

“I don’t care about that stuff” Elle laughs shrugging. “My life was perfect, I had so much fun everyday, I laughed so much”

“What changed?’ Black asks and she swallows.

“Everything” she mutters. Before fanning her eyes and refusing to cry. He changes his posture to be less intimidating as he sits on one of the speakers letting Elle do her thing. “It’d tell you but you probably already know super sleuth” Elle smiles but its just a brave face.

“My name is Trevante, Tre for short’

“You’re just telling me that because I’m drunk and won’t remember”

“Maybe, but I don’t know why you’ve been sulking everyday. Kinda disappointing” he comments making Elle laugh as he stands. “Clubs closing” He points to the door and she retrieves a fluffy fur coat from coat check making Tre laugh. Its June. She sits in the car needing his help to buckle herself in.

“Trevante!” She shouts out of nowhere startling him before bursting out in laughter. “God my feet hurt” she groans unbuckling her heel straps to take them off. “Ouuuuch” she hisses seeing part of her foot is bloody. “Im gonna have an ugly scar.” She groans.

“It’s a foot”

“I’m a woman feet matter” she says making Tre scoff.

“You were just in the club no one was looking at your feet”

“Thats a damn shame, look at them. They’re cute” she says putting them on the dashboard.

“Beautiful, now take them down before I make you walk”

“You didn’t even look” Elle pouts taking them down and wincing again.

“Is your cousin home, can I drop you there so you don’t die?” Tre asks starting the engine. “No”

Tre nods starting on the way to their apartment building. When they arrive she’s asleep but wakes up to the sound of the car shutting off. Elle looks around re-orienting herself and reaching for her shoes.

“Your’e going to put those things back on?”

“Or walk barefoot?” Elle says sleepily and Tre takes the shoes.

“Where are your keys?”

Elle shrugs. “For fuck sake” Tre snaps heading up the stairs only to find them in her door. He braces himself for anything heading and seeing its a place fit for a princess as he does his check. Before finding a pair of boot like house slippers and heading back to the car to hand them to Elle. He walked behind her up the stairs in case she decided to fall anytime soon. She barely made it to her couch before passing out and making him feel uneasy. He’d cleaned himself up many times before. The cut on her foot of more of a burn but he cleans it correctly bandaging it and holding an ice pack against it while he took mental notes of her apartment. He couldn’t imagine what put her in such a state.

His mother had been beautiful too, once upon a time. Before the drinking turned into smoking, then pills, the prostitution and other stuff.

He sighs taking a deep breath before leaving suddenly feeling overwhelmed himself.

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Too Young to Fall in Love Chapter 25 (Dirt!Nikki x Reader)

Title: Too Young to Fall in Love 25

Summary: Nikki Sixx was a hard partying musician on the strip. He never expected to fall in love with anyone, until a girl knocked on his dressing room door looking for a ride home and took his breath away. Just like everything else Nikki did; the drugs, the money, the music; Nikki went hard with love. (Y/n) Bass never expected the bassist of Motley Crue to be the one to shake her calm and calculated life up. She had a plan. Graduate school, become an epic producer, and watch from behind the scenes as her brother’s band rose to fame. Nikki and (Y/n) were perfect for each other, too bad her brother, Tommy, didn’t think so.

Series warnings:  Smut (18+ Please), drug use, language, referenced miscarriage, drug overdose, mentioned attempted suicide, out of character moments for everyone in the band, the timeline might be a little screwy but it’s fanfiction! I know nothing of music production and my medical knowledge is really screwy, so it won’t be accurate.

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May 10th, 1986

(Y/n) held Bret’s hand as they headed towards Tommy and Heather’s wedding. Heather had asked her to a bridesmaid, but when she found out who was the best man, she had declined. They pulled up at the venue, (Y/n) taking a deep breath.

"Hey, are you okay?" Bret asked her and kissed her hand.

“I’m okay. Just a little weary of a couple of the guests hating my guts.” She told him. “But it’s my brothers big day. I probably only have five more of these to sit through for him.” She laughed a little, relaxing when she saw him smile at her joke. He was bubbly and light where Nikki was more dark and rough. He was everything Nikki wasn’t. But god, she missed Nikki.

"How can anyone hate sick a sweet person like you?" Bret asked as he pulled her in for a kiss. She moaned as he deepened it.

“Babe, we won’t make the wedding if we keep this up.” (Y/n) laughed.

"Who says we can't be fashionably late?" He teased as he pulled her tighter. She could’ve sworn she felt someone watching them as they kissed, but she melted into Bret’s embrace anyway.

“We’ll have plenty of time for this at the hotel afterwards.” (Y/n) winked at him. “Ready?”

"Let's go," her said and led her inside.

Nikki clenched his fist. She had moved on. Of course she did. He told himself, she was gorgeous and well adjusted. He, on the other hand, was a mess. The way she kissed he new boyfriend reminded him of the way she kissed him when they were together. He got the feeling again, he needed to feel numb. He looked at the song in his pocket and threw it in the floor. Quickly going inside her find a good spot to get high.

“Dude, what the hell are you doing?” Tommy asked as he was stretched out on the couch in the grooms room a little bit later. “This is Heather’s and my big day! I don’t want you to ruin it for her!”

"Like I ruined (Y/n)," he muttered.

“It’s been months Nik.” Vince sighed. He knew Vanessa was there with her boyfriend, and it hurt like hell. But he was just drinking, not shooting up every chance he got.

“Look, I’m sorry things worked out bad for you two, but we don’t have time for this.” Tommy sighed. “Now are you gonna man up and be there with me, or do I need to ask someone else?”

“I got ya drummer.” Mick said, pushing himself up.

“I got this!” Nikki said, tripping over the table. Tommy stared down at Nikki, shaking his head.

“You were almost my brother-in-law.” He mumbled. “Maybe it was a good thing it didn’t happen.” He turned and walked out of the room. He knew those words had to sting, but he really didn’t care.

****

Nikki could barely stand the whole ceremony. He was sure he looked awful in the wedding pictures, but he didn’t care. They moved right into the reception afterwards. Everyone started to dance after Heather and Tommy did. Heather tossed her bouquet, which ended up in (Y/n)’s hands. Vanessa, Athena, and Heather all cheered for her. Nikki stood off to the side, watching them. He could see the new tattoo proudly under her backless dress. Angel wings, full and fluffy. He could also see that blond devil wrapping his arm around her waist and planting a big kiss on her lips.

“Take a picture. It lasts longer.” Vanessa said to him.

"Won't make a difference," Nikki muttered as he drowned himself in Jack.

“You know she still loves you, right?” Vanessa told him. “You broke her heart though.”

"What do I do?" He asked. "What can I do?"

"Getting clean would be a start," Vanessa sighed. "But knowing you… It's a long shot." Vanessa grabbed her drinks and walked back too John who was waiting for her. (Y/n) went to the bar to get a drink. Nikki looked over at her. He wanted to say something, anything. But his mind was blank what could he say. Shaking his head he turned around and walked away.

Tommy walked over to his sister after Nikki left. (Y/n) leaned on the bar, waiting for her drink. Tommy leaned against it, watching her.

"So, Bret is a nice guy," he said to her. "He make you happy?" (Y/n) got her drink and raised it to her lips.

"Yeah…" she got her drink took a sip. "How mad were you when you heard I left Elektra?" They hadn’t talked a whole lot since everything went down, mainly communicating through Heather and Athena.

"I almost punched Tom's lights out." He sighed, "I'm still pissed at Nikki. I should have forced him to stay away from you."

"I'm sorry about everything." She whispered  looking down.

"Hey," he said. "No crying on my wedding day." He said and hugged her. "Love you little sis."

"Love you t-bone." She hugged him but saw Nikki. "I wish I could ask him to dance."

"Not sure how he will take it," Tommy growled. "I don't know why I asked him to be my best man. But, he's still my best friend when he's not moping" Tommy sighed.

"He'll be ok." She smiled at Tommy. “I’ll catch up with you later.” She downed her drink before she made her way over to Nikki. "Hi…"

"Oh, hey," Nikki tried to act sober. "You look good." That wasn't a lie. She did look good to him. He couldn't tell if the drugs were making his heart race or if she was.

"Would you like to dance with me?" She asked quietly.

“You sure blondie won’t come here and deck me,” Nikki looked over at Bret and sighed. He was sitting at a table, eating a piece of cake while he waited on her. She seemed happy with him and he was trying not to ruin it.

"He'll be ok." She smiled softly at him. "Unless you don't want to…" she turned to walk away. Nikki took her hand in his and felt that small jolt of electricity he did when he first touched her,

“No… I can dance,” he led her to the dance floor stumbling a bit.

"Are you ok?" She asked as he pulled her close to him.

“Honestly… no… but… it’s nice being with you right now,” he muttered. He wasn't sure what he was saying. He was pretty sure he was hallucinating because of the drugs. She was pressed up against his chest and he could smell her hair.

"I miss you." She admitted to him. "I…" she sighed as the song ended. She wanted to tell him she still loved him, that she wanted him back, but his lack of talking made her change her mind. "I guess I better let you go silly boy." She let go of him. “Bye Nikki.”

She left him standing in the middle of the floor as she want back to Bret, “I miss you too sweet girl,” he whispered before going off again to get high.

****

Nikki sighed as he frowned at the girls that came by him. Vince sat at a chair opposite him.

“What’s wrong man?” he looked up at the girl he had in his lap. He sighed as she reminded him of Vanessa. He always seemed to pick girls that reminded him of her.

“They just don’t look right to me man,” Nikki sighed.  

“What kind of girl are you looking for?” Vince asked, knowing exactly who he was looking for. Because he was looking for his own Vanessa out there.

"I just… I have a type in mind." He sighed as he took a shot and snorted the blow in the table. He looked at Vince. "Man I need something more."

“Well, what about her?” He asked, pointing to a girl carrying drinks. She had short brown hair and innocent eyes. Much like a college student Nikki had fallen in love with. While she didn’t look exactly like the girl of his dreams, she was pretty close.

"Yeah, I guess," Nikki let the euphoria fill him as the drugs kicked in. He wasn't sure what he had in his system but he just needed her. He took her to his room for the night, but something wasn’t right. She didn’t have the right tattoos and it was ruining the illusion.

"Hey, you ok?"

Even her voice sounded wrong. It grated his ears. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine his (Y/n). His sweet girl, whose voice was like a song. He pounded into the random chick but nothing too it. All he could think of was the letter she left and the ring on his bass.

When he was done, he kicked the girl out. He looked at the phone in the room. He only knew the one number for her, and he wasn’t sure if she had it transferred somewhere. He wanted to tell her how sorry he was. He should’ve fought for her at the wedding. But he didn’t. And now he was alone in an empty room with his thoughts and his drugs.

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Some Secrets are Better Left Dead Chapter 4

Warnings: Language, Drinking, Stalking?

Day of the Charity Concert

  Several hours before the event Wade showed up with our tickets and a few words of wisdom, this wasn’t my first time going to an event for an assignment like this, but this was my first time going in with the intention of exposing the most connected man in the United States.    

   Dean arrived shortly before it was time to leave, he looked nice in his “monkey suit” as he called it, a royal blue tux with royal blue tie that matched my simple off the shoulder a-line style dress in the same color. We matched just enough to look like we belonged but should be able to blend in enough not to draw too much attention.Tonight we weren’t going in reporters, simply New yorkers with connections  I needed Tony or his friends to talk to me and be comfortable, the minute anyone says reporter people tend to change their tune.    

  A limo rolled up in front of my apartment building 30 minutes before the event, Dean had used the company card to rent it to help us look the part. Sliding in he started in on his overprotective editor speech.  

    “Do what you gotta do tonight, but try to stick close ok? Don’t go leaving with no one, I may not see the story here but that doesn’t make Stark any less dangerous.”     

   “I know I know” I conceded. Checking my purse to ensure I didn’t forget anything. “Do you have a game plan going in?” He asked eyeing me curiously, he could sense the nerves building in me.   “Yeah, kinda. Find out what I can about anyone around Stark tonight or Mrs.Potts. I’m keeping an eye out for the Redhead too, I wanna know what her deal is in all this.” I added Showing Dean the Picture of the mystery woman on my phone along with a few other frequent flyers. He nodded looking at the images.

   The limo doors opened when we arrived at the venue, Dean slid out then held his hand for me to follow. Making our way in we handed our tickets to the attendant, were escorted through the security check then led inside with a large crowd of people. The hall itself was massive, huge banners adorned the walls displaying the names of the Schools the event would benefit, there was a huge stage dead center at the end of the room. The wall to the right of the stage sported a large open bar with more than a dozen bartenders working to make the patrons drinks, tables littered the floor for people to sit and listen to the music being played, all performances by the schools represented today. Waiters and waitresses circled the area passing out flutes of sparkly drinks and tiny foods, luckily Dean and I agreed to eat before so as to not let our hunger distract us.

     An hour into the event our mingling was well underway, I had been talking to notorious brain surgeon Dr.Stephen Strange when the crowd suddenly frenzied around us. Tony Stark was in the building.

   I couldn’t see much when Stark entered the party, the crowd around him simply too large, at some point I lost dean in the chaos and decided to make my way to the bar to collect my thoughts and figure out my next move.    

      Drinking down most of my Jack and coke, I turned to examine the room and see if I could find my in when I felt the hairs on my neck prickle up.     

      I was being watched.  

    I subtly took another sip of my drink and began to slowly scan the room, trying to appear to be looking for someone. When my eyes landed on the long dark haired man across the room from me I froze, despite the large amount of people between the two of us it was obvious I was his focus. Even from this distance I could tell he had strong facial features, I recognized him as one of the frequent flyers in Tony’s circle, continuing my scan I realized he was standing just to the left of Stark and his growing groupies.    

      Dean was on the other side of the group, talking to an African American man, I knocked back the rest of my drink and made my way towards the pair. Painfully aware of the eyes following me as I crossed the hall. Coming closer to dean I noticed the man he was speaking to’s posture screamed military, so it made sense Dean would gravitate to him, his father was a former Marine.    

     “There you are” I Greeted Dean as I approached. 

            “I was worried you took off on me.” I added giving him a playful slap on the arm, that Whiskey making me a little more playful than I intended.       

        “Never” Dean said quickly. “Just chatting with my new friend here” he gestured towards the man. “Layla, this is Sam Wilson he’s former Air Force and a VA Counselor who specializes in PTSD. Sam, this is my associate Layla James.”

  “Pleasure to meet you ma’am” he said smiling, as we shook hands, his slight southern accent noticeable.  

       I smiled back and greeted him “Nice to meet you as well Mr.Wilson.”

     “Please, Sam.” he commented.  

      After a few moments of small talk we moved the conversation to a nearby table and the guys started sharing stories, apparently both had lived in Washington DC for a time and had some shared life experiences there. I half listened as I scanned the room still trying to find my in with Stark, starting to worry this night would be a bust when my eyes landed on a pair of bright blue ones watching me once again, this time from two tables over. The mystery man was watching me, making me feel what I imagine prey feels like when being hunted by a wolf.       

     Another man, Colonel James Rhodes joined our table after some time, I knew this man, he was on my frequent flyers list with Tony for these events and one of his closest friends. I started listening to the conversation a little closer taking lots of mental notes, trying to ignore the feeling of the mystery man’s eyes on me. Colonel Rhodes was telling us a supposedly funny story about delivering a tank to some palace in the middle east when  our conversations were interrupted by a unmistakable loud voice.   

    “There you two are!” Tony Boomed, clapping his hand down on James shoulder.  “I was starting to think they kicked you out of this little shindig for being too boring” He joked. 

  Rhodes shrugged him off and we all chuckled at his little jab. My laugh, slightly louder than necessary, caught stark’s attention, he shot a look over to me his infamous smile adorning his face.

     Noticing his friends weren’t alone he gestured towards myself and Dean and ask his friends “And what do we have here?” reaching a hand out to me first he introduced himself. “Tony Stark, and you are?” He asked giving me his classic Stark smile.

“Layla James, Mr Stark. It’s an honour to meet you” I greeted returning his bright smile.

  “Oh Please, call me Tony. Mr Stark was my father” he corrected. Then gave a small semblance of attention to Dean seated to my left as they exchanged pleasantries his focus never fully leaving me. A few more jokes, and a couple rounds of drinks courtesy of Tony later it seems his whole group had made their way to our table. I was listening intently to tony who was seated between Dean and Sam Wilson, when I glanced up and noticed leaning on the wall just a foot or two down from our table was the mystery man from before, watching. His stare so intense it made heat rise up the back of my neck and goosebumps cover my arms, im not sure what his fascination was but Im not sure I wanted to find out. Dean noticed the sudden attention that was on me and instinctively put his arm over the back of my chair, leaning into me slightly, if I hadn’t witnessed it with my own two eyes I wouldn’t have seen the mystery man tense slightly at the display, his jaw clenching for a moment.   

     After another 45 minutes of light conversation, my mystery man never leaving his post on the wall, even after he was visited by Tony’s mystery redhead on more than one occasion, I decided to excuse myself to the restroom. Tony had bought another round of drinks and I was starting to feel it’s effects. Stumbling through the crowd, I grabbed a quiche of some sort off a passing tray in hopes of soaking up some of the alcohol I had consumed. I was at the end of a small line to get into the ladies room, playing on my phone while I waited, making notes to look into the new people whom I met tonight Colonel Rhodes and Sam Wilson plus anything I could find on the mystery man. Nothing. The line moved quickly and made way into the restroom to handle my business. My head was swimming slightly so I didn’t even notice the silence in the room until I left my stall and saw I was alone, almost. Leaning on the counter waiting for me to walk out was the redheaded woman from before, she was watching me just like the man. “Hi” i greeted weakly as I began washing my hands, trying not to overthink or pay her much attention. Something didn’t feel right. Finally as I was drying my hands she spoke.  

 “What’s your deal?” She asked Bluntly

“Excuse me?” i asked confused, internally I was freaking out, externally I held my composure, mostly.

 “I said, What. Is. Your. Deal?” she asked again emphasizing each word, talking to me like I was a child or stupid.  That shifted my mood quickly, one thing I can’t stand is being talked down to. Even when I was a child the case workers and therapists talked to me like I was too stupid to understand anything. Im not stupid.    

      I stared at her a moment. “Im sorry, I don’t think I understand what you mean” I replied, glancing at the door, there was no way I could just bolt, I don’t know why but I had the feeling she was more than capable of stopping me. She raised her eyebrow at me clearly understanding my train of thought, then sighed, uncrossing her arms taking a step towards me, I took a defensive step back. It had been a minute since the last time I got into a fight, but im sure if needed it would be like riding a bike, a very violent bike.  

  “Your accent isn’t from here, most likely Midwestern, Clearly you didn’t grow up around here nor did you go to any of these schools, the guy your with sounds southern so same for him. No ring so not married, body language when you sit with him screams professional so co-worker or boss, not Boyfriend, although there is something there I think just not mutual. I’ve been to over a dozen of these charity events over the last few years and have never seen you, and trust me I would remember. It’s my Job. Your dress is nice, name brand even but is tattered slightly at some of the seams. Worn. Which means you’re obviously not part of the Socialite scene, you have a great rack but your not showing it off and wearing entirely not enough make up to be a gold digger so I repeat. What’s your deal?”     I stared frozen, she made me, and I honestly had no idea what to say to her. I took a shaky breath ready to lie out of my ass, at that moment though a brunette woman burst through the door, interrupting our stare down.     “C’mon” she said to the redhead. “We’re clearing out, heading back to the tower.” She said barely acknowledging my existence. The Redhead nodded then turned to me almost as if she wanted to say something before the brunette barked “Now”         They left and I took a second to compose myself before following shortly behind them. When I hit the hall I saw the mystery man waiting at the opening near the bar, he called the redhead “Nat” grabbed her arm and pulled her aside and started arguing in what I believe was Russian.  I only caught one quick look at them both, both returning my look,before i made my way to Dean who was waiting near the entrance, saying goodbye to Sam and James we made our way out to the limo without a word. Once seated I told him everything that happened. Pulling up in front of my apartment Dean agreed, something about things were off and there might be a story. He extended my deadline giving me a month to find the story.

    Boy what have I gotten myself into?

Mystery mans’s POV     I started watching her the moment we hit the room, I couldn’t explain it there was just something about her presence that drew me in. I clearly wasn’t the only one, the Surgeon she was talking to when we walked in seemed mesmerized by the brunette haired woman before him, that blue dress complimenting her beautiful complexion nicely. Oh boy, this wasn’t going to end well.   I crossed the room fairly quickly as our group split up upon arrival, trying to put some room between me and the mystery woman. Picking my spot on a wall I settled in scanning the room constantly for any sign of threat, some habits die hard I suppose. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a blue blur make it’s way to the bar across from me, she ordered a drink and started her own scan of the room. To be honest she looked a little out of place in a room like this, not dressed like one of Starks typical whores, no, she looked more like she should be in a Library not at this stuffy shindig. My staring got carried away and before I knew it I was caught.      

Shit.

    Once she made her way across the room to who I can only assume was her date, who happened to be talking to my comrade Sam Wilson I shifted trying to keep an eye on her. I was busted though, not by the mystery woman though, but Natasha. I should have known she would be lurking, one of the only people who can sneak up on me.   “What do you want Romanoff?” I asked lowly, not even bothering to turn to look at her. Continuing to scan the room.

“I want you to get your head out of your ass and focus” she snapped.

My attention jerked to her momentarily before continuing my scan.

“I don’t know what you’re getting at, but I suggest you butt out” I responded showing no emotion to the redhead. I knew she could see through that though, somehow she always did.

“Im just saying Barnes, we have a job to do and Im not here to babysit just because some skirt has you forgetting the job.”

“Whatever” I huffed, “Just find Hill and finish the transaction so we can get out of here” I said dismissing her, returning my attention to the mystery woman.

   When the jackass she was with put his arm around her it took everything in me not to rip that arm off for touching her. What was happening to me? Natasha returned once the transaction was complete to let me know we were in the clear, she returned once more to bring me a drink, not that it really did any good but helped me look the part I suppose.

  After a few too many drinks the mystery woman headed towards the bathroom, I was mesmerized by her grace despite the amount of alcohol Tony kept giving her and her friend, she seemed to glide through the crowd avoiding a few advances of some of the lonlier patrons, but not missing the passing food tray. Making me chuckle to myself.

 Did she ignore the men on purpose or was she that oblivious to her pull?

When I saw a streak of bright red headed in the same direction a few minutes later I pushed off the wall and headed that way.

  What the hell are you up to Romanoff, i thought to myself.

   The hall to the bathrooms was nearly empty so I stopped at the end of the bar, refilling my drink to wait until one of the women emerged. A few minutes later maria hill approached me, she was rounding up the crew. Finally, I couldn’t wait to get out of here. I told her Nat was in the bathroom and that I would finish my drink and be on my way, the second Nat emerged from the hall I called for her and pulled her aside.

“Nat!”

“Chto za chert?”(What the Hell?) I hissed at her in russian.

“Kakiye? YA sledoval za dogadkoy.” (What? I was following a Hunch) She answered back.

 Both of us turning to look at the woman as she passed us quickly making her way to her friend.

“Ty sobirayesh'sya ostavit' yeye v adu, Ty menya slyshish'?” (you’re going to leave her the hell alone, do you hear me?) I practically growled at her, making our way towards our people.

“Bez raznitsy” (Whatever) She said as she rolled her eyes and removed her arm from my grip, she would probably have some bruises tomorrow.

As we made our way out I scanned for the woman one more time but she was gone, I needed to find out more info about her, it was going to be a long night. 

(AN: I Used Google to Translate to Russian so if it’s wrong I apologize!) 

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[Raffle prize for Wthtorke. Request of their OC Damien X My Oc Frost] 

Damien was never really the type of person to venture out for public events. The crowded venues and ensuing chaos of those who over indulged themselves in the wine was enough to give anyone a headache. Though when it was announced that this event was going to be a gala it certainly piqued his interest. At work that afternoon Damien asked around with some of his more sociable co-workers and found out that the gala was being held in honor of the stations 20th anniversary. While he wasn’t quite sure how those two thing held any correlation he was interested none the less.

Damien wasn’t about to lie and say that it didn’t sound like fun. Being a professional dancer, you would think he would want his free time to consist of anything but the sport yet he was entirely too excited for this event. Especially now when he caught word that his brother Soulell would be attending, meaning he wouldn’t be dancing alone for most of the night. Or at least he hoped that wouldn’t be the case.

As soon as the bell chimed for his shift to be over Damien practically ran home from the studio to prepare for the gala. He had even picked up a new vest for the event wanting to look his absolute best. Soulell was waiting at his door when he arrived at his home looking utterly unconvinced about the approaching night. Damien could only smile as he let them both in quickly getting to work at making them both look presentable.

Things had run a little over time due to Soulell’s constant stream of complainants. Damien refusing to be late all but ran to the top deck where the gala was being held. The massive arching glass doors of the Garden Center where the event was taking place soon came into view as Damien all but dragged Soulell along behind him. The two guards at the door smiled understandingly at them as they ushered them inside finding the place already a whirl of activity and dancing figures as vaguely familiar songs played in the background.

“Wow.” Damien muttered aloud as he took it all in. Massive crystal chandeliers hung from the glass ceiling that looked out at the endless expanse of space. The sweet scent of the blooming fruit trees in the surrounding greenhouses filled the room only increasing the excitement. Damien was practically buzzing as he took a deep breath letting everything settle within him as he looked about at the many faces around him. All lost in their own little worlds, genuinely enjoying themselves.

Soulell had quickly disappeared from his side and was swept away into the sea of people leaving Damien to his own accord. Despite his former fears Damien didn’t see this as much of a problem as Damien felt himself being instinctively drawn to the dance floor where he quickly fell into rhythm with the people around him.

Damien chuckled happily as he let his long hair bounce around as he jumped along to the bass of the song bobbing along with a girl beside him who was laughing happily. So, caught up in his own little fantasy Damien didn’t notice the eyes on his till he glanced up and felt his face flush seeing a large intimidating figure watching him from across the dance floor. They were very clearly a Yautja from their mandibles to the dreads and those talon-like nails that tapped steadily on the side of a champagne glass. Damien had just barely glanced at the man before they disappeared in a sudden wave of dancers flooding the area in front of the band.

Damien shook it off as just a coincidence refusing to let some weirdo ruin his night. Finding the girl from before they hit it off and dance together for a time letting themselves simply enjoy their time as they jumped to the heavy bass of the song. Damien was truly enjoying himself as he partied along side this new friend of his. Though that was until a slow song came on and the girl politely excused herself to dance with her boyfriend who had just arrived.

Damien smiled at her and excused himself as well about to make his way off of the dance floor considering to call the night in early seeing as he had no one else to talk to. Stepping to turn Damien let out a quick gasp of surprise as he bumped right into the chest of a large man who hadn’t notice walk up behind him.

“Oh! Im’ so sorry-“Damien said quickly as he glanced up and felt his tongue become caught in his mouth. It was the same yautja from before though now much closer and much larger. Though any worry Damien may have had vanished as he looked up into the large playful eyes that stared back down at him. Damien laughed softly to himself as a rumbling laugh sounded out from the yautja.

“No need to apologize it was just as much my fault.” They spoke inclining their head slightly in apology. Damien could only smile and nod suddenly flushed by their demeanor. He couldn’t point it out but something bout this yautja made his heart speed up and his face flush. Maybe it was those eyes that seemed to just look right through him as they scanned over him. Damien felt his blush only deepen as those around the two looked at them impatiently as it was clear they were waiting for them to start the next song. Damien was just about to rush off when the yautja stepped towards him chuckling softly.  

“It seems that fate would have it that we share this dance.” The Yautja teased as his mandibles flared into what Damien could only assume was their equivalence of a smile.

“May I have this dance?” They asked holding out their hand as they bowed slightly playfully imitating something a prince from a movie would do. Damien could only laugh as he took his hand.

“You might as well, everyone else got taken.” Damien teased and was happy that it was received well as the yautja laughed boisterously pulling him closer as they began to sway gently to the tune.

A few moments were spent simply watching the other dancers and listening to the chime of the music. Damien quickly found himself entranced to the small world they were creating between themselves. His heart fluttered when he felt the yautja’s beating just as heavily under the palm of his hand which now rested carefully on the alien’s large chest. The aliens two toned eyes watching his every move with such piercing intensity it made him feel a way he had never felt before.

“My name’s Frost by the way.” The yautja explained leaning down in an attempt to talk privately seeing as the dance floor was now crowded with many curious people watching the two dance. Before he could manage a reply Damien felt himself be ever so carefully dipped to the lull in the song. This yautja clearly knew a bit about dancing which was a definite plus in Damien’s book but judging by the way he was constantly stepping backwards he wasn’t very practiced at it.

“I’m Damien. Its nice to meet you.” Damien finally introduced himself as he was swept in close to the larger male momentarily resting his head on the yautja’s chest.  Damien smiled sweetly up at frost earning him a toothy grin just before he was spun suddenly to the side being lifted clearly off his feet. Damiens eyes widened as frost lurched slightly as a large man crashed into him before dropping to the floor clearly intoxicated.

“Sorry about that didn’t want you taking a spill from that guy.” Frost explained ushering them aside as a group of on lookers rushed over to check on the drunk who was now struggling to stand.

“Maybe we should move this conversation to somewhere less crowded.” Damien offered as the band stopped completely seeing as the dance floor was now flooded with worried by standers all flocking the drunken fool crawling about.

“Lead the way.” Frost motioned towards a remotely clear pathway leading off the dance floor. Damien took hold of the cuff of the yautja’s jacket and took the lead. He was able to find a clear path that lead them out of the main room into the actual gardens which were scare of any people thankfully. Well, shy of a few workers that were going about and spraying down the many hanging baskets.

Damien released Frost as they wandered further into the garden, Damien craning his neck to look out the massive arching windows. The stars outside twinkled brightly as the two came to sit down together on a clean bench near a small collection of apple trees that were heavy with fruit. The smell was delightfully sweet and mixing with the heavier musk of the yautja beside him it doing wonders for Damien’s senses.

“How come we’ve never met before; it seems like it would be hard to miss someone as handsome as yourself passing by.” Frost offered smiling softly as his hand brushed against Damien’s. Shyly Damien rested his fingers over the yautja’s much larger ones not brave enough to hold hands.

“I don’t go out often, never see much interest in the little parties that are thrown.” Damien admitted looking away a bit embarrassed by the fact he just indirectly admitted he���s a shut in. Frost just laughed happily as he scooted closer butting his shoulder into Damien’s.

“No worries I’m the same way. Only here to support a friend of mine. Though had I known I would’ve met you tonight I would’ve dressed my best.” Damien’s felt his brow raise instinctively as he glanced at Frost’s attire. If this was him not trying what’s his best look like? Damien pondered before both Frost and himself were screaming in surprise.

The two shot up in surprise as they were sprayed with a stream of ice water. The worker who hadn’t over heard their conversation due to their overly loud headpohones, apologized profusely as the hurried over offering a small hand towel in condolence.

           The two were literally dripping from their unprecedented showers and making small puddles beneath themselves. Despite this very apparent wrench in any plans they might have had frost still managed to laugh at the absolutely crazy situation they were in.

           “Well it looks like we best go our ways for the time being. Though if you’re up to it we can continue this conversation another time.” Frost offered as he wrung out a large amount of water from his jacket as he pealed it off revealing a lot as his white button up clung to his chest and sides.

           “Yeah, I can give you my number and you can just text me if you want.” Damien chuckled nervously as he made his move, genuinely wanting to know more about this alien.

The two quickly exchange numbers before frost excused himself leaving a trail of water behind him. Damien, despite this night turning out unlike anything he had predicted, was quite happy with the outcome.

Smiling to himself Damien made his was home uncaring of the puddles he left in his wake or the mess he was bound to leave in his house as he made his way into the bathroom stripping off the now cold and soggy suit for some nice warm and fluffy pjs. Curled up snuggly in bed happy to retire for an early night Damien noticed his phone dimly glowing on his nightstand. His smile only brightened as he read the words scrolling across his screen.

           ‘Date this Saturday? I promise no one will get wet this time.’

[This is a gift for @wthtorke and its also their prize for the raffle I did some time ago. I of course had to add more to it as I wanted to find a way to repay them for being such an understanding a great friend. I only wish I could do more cause even though i spent idk how long on these things I still feel its not enough to properly repay them for being them.]

[writinghq]

Hey hey hey! Cna I please request Kenma , Akaashi and Sugawara hc? Like their s/o has a habit of eating lots of sweets when upset/down/stressed? I think it's called stress-eating, if not Im sorry!! ^-^

hi, thank you for requesting! we hope you enjoy!

KOZUME KENMA

It was the weekend and Kenma had been playing video games for the past 5 hours straight

It wasn’t anything unusual for him to be glued to the screen

What was, however, was the fact that his s/o had yet to barge into his room to drag him out into the real world

After reaching a save point, he peeked out of his room only to find no sign of them anywhere

Kenma knew something was up

Though usually he’d be reluctant to leave the comforts of his room, he decided to go check up on his s/o

Their house was only a short stroll away from his own

His s/o’s mom warmly welcomed him into the house

There was still no sign of them anywhere

“They’re upstairs in their room. Go on ahead.”

Kenma politely bowed, thanked her, and proceeded upstairs

He made his way to their room, silently admiring each and every family picture

It seemed like a storybook, his s/o getting older and older by the picture

They were smiling in each and every one

Kenma still didn’t fully understand why such a happy and outgoing person latched themselves onto him

But he was happy they did (though they could be a bit of a nuisance when he’s in the middle of a boss battle)

He finally made it to their door

He knocked lightly, but there was no answer

Through the door he could hear the faint sounds of a video playing so he knew that they were in there

Were they ignoring him?

He decided to try again

He knocked on the door again, this time saying that it was him

“___? It’s Kenma.”

He heard sounds of movement from inside

Kenma waited for a response for a few minutes before feeling uncomfortable with the rare silence of his s/o

“___?”

He called out their name just one more time

When his s/o still didn’t answer, his nerves got the best of him and he decided to just go for it

“I’m coming in.”

He opened the door to see his s/o curled up in a blanket, a movie playing on their laptop

Kenma felt relief to see his s/o, well, breathing

Their head whipped around to look at him, their eyes wide open in surprise

“Kenma. You’re here. Usually it’s the other way around.”

Their voice was laughing, but their eyes were not

Kenma’s eyebrows furrow inward

“You didn’t come over, so I came by to check up on you.”

Seeing that the situation was more or less okay, he let himself in and closed the door behind him

His s/o seemed to be gripping onto something, hiding it under the blanket

He noticed it, but he decided to leave it alone and focus on them instead

“Feeling sick?”

The smile his s/o had forced on slowly faded away

They look away in guilt

His s/o shook their head, their gaze now on the floor

“No, not sick whatsoever.”

Kenma lets out a little sigh, uneasy by the immense lack of information at hand

He walked over to his s/o and seated himself beside them on their bed

They said they weren’t sick, but with their energy levels so low, Kenma felt like he had to make sure

He put one hand on his s/o’s forehead, the other on his own

“… You’re right. Not a fever.”

He looked at his s/o, their eyes still to the floor

It was clear that their usual cheerful demeanor was nowhere to be found

“Is everything okay?”

It clearly wasn’t, but Kenma didn’t have any other ideas aside from asking the obvious and generic question

His s/o looked up at him for a second just before averting their gaze again, their grip tightening on whatever it was they had under the blanket

This time, Kenma decided to tackle the mystery item under the blanket

“What’s that?”

His s/o was flustered, and it looked like they were conflicted about whether to say something about it or not

Finally, they take off the blanket to reveal a party size tub of chocolate chip ice cream with a spoon stabbed into it

It was half empty, and by the looks of the situation, it was emptied out by them alone

Kenma was still assessing the situation, plotting out what to say when his s/o spoke, disturbing his thoughts

“I know, I know. I shouldn’t be eating this much, I shouldn’t be binge watching right now, I should be working on school stuff, but there’s just so much going on and it’s almost the end of the year and a lot of work is piling up and I don’t know what to do anymore and—“

Kenma didn’t fully know what to do or say about what was happening, but he somewhat knew what made them feel better most of the time

He stopped their rambling by pulling them into a hug

“That’s not what I was going to say at all.”

Kenma wasn’t the type to initiate this kind of expressions of affection, but this time, he really felt they needed him to

A few seconds into the hug, his s/o wrapped their arms around him too

It was good that his s/o couldn’t see his face in that position, otherwise, they would see how red Kenma’s face was while hugging them

“Don’t be too hard on yourself. I understand you have a lot of work that needs to be done and one should always take a break when they need it.”

He then pulls away to look his s/o in the eye

His s/o finally returns his gaze

“But not like this.”

He stands up and takes them by the hand, pulling them out of the dark, sweet-smelling room

“W-Where are we going?”

“Out.”

As soon as they get out of the house, Kenma realizes that he doesn’t really know where to go to make them feel better

As he struggles in himself to think of where to bring them, he hears his s/o from behind him

“This really is unusual!”

And they laugh  

AKAASHI KEIJI

“Hey, ___! Akaashi is here for you!”

Akaashi’s s/o turned around as their dormmate called them for him

They turn around, revealing the whole cake they were partaking alone alongside the pile of books they were scanning through

“Ah, Keiji.”

Akaashi noticed that things weren’t going so smoothly for his s/o that day so he decided to take them out after their classes were over

Hopefully they haven’t reserved their whole evening for the cake

“I was hoping to pull you out for dinner, but have you already eaten?”

“No, not yet.”

His s/o stands up, getting a little stretch

“I can use a break. Let’s go.”

They return the half-eaten cake into a box and put the lid on

Akaashi watches this task in silence, trying to think up theories of what was the story behind the cake

His s/o’s dormmate waves themselves away as his s/o approaches the door

“I’ll leave you lovebirds to it then.”

As they stroll out the dormitory and through the campus, Akaashi asks his s/o what they might like for dinner

His s/o just shrugs

“I’m not that hungry actually.”

Akaashi’s brows rise in confusion

How could they not be hungry? He just saw them attempting to eat a whole cake on their own

“Well, we have time to think about it anyway.”

His s/o visibly struggles with the responsibility of choosing where they would be eating

They finally make it to the main road and just as they’re about to cross, a convenience store across the street catches his s/o’s eye

They give Akaashi a little pat on the shoulder and point at the store

“Hey, Keiji, should we just grab an ice cream instead?”

Akaashi pauses to assess this situation of his s/o not being hungry despite engulfing half a cake and requesting ice cream

And then he understood

He took his s/o’s extended hand into his own and slowly pulled it beside him

They look up at him and he gives them a warm smile

“How about I take care of our dining venue tonight while you tell me how your day went?”

They ruffle Akaashi’s hair with their free hand before putting on a smile of their own

“Alright. Lead the way.”

Akaashi proceeds to gently lead his s/o as they start talking about the disasters that had occurred that day

“Let’s just say that it was a mess of a day.”

“It can’t be that bad.”

“Messing up on a test I understand nothing about, getting shoved off my seat in the bleachers, getting grouped together with the fakest people in the class, stiffing up in my job interview, and cramming for a quiz with a book that makes no sense is ‘not that bad?’”

Akaashi turns his head away in silence

“You really like proving me wrong, don’t you?”

His s/o gives off a little laugh

Akaashi then gives their hair a little ruffle

“Still in the mood for cake?”

His s/o gives him a smile

“No. Not anymore. Though I am hungry.”

“Well, good, because we have arrived at our destination.”

His s/o turns from him to look at the cozy cafe right up ahead

“Your favorite.”

“You really are the best, Keiji.”

They get on their tiptoes to give him a kiss on the cheek

“Just what I needed.”

SUGAWARA KŌSHI

Suga’s s/o dragged themselves into the house and slumped onto the sofa

They throw their bag and a box of doughnuts onto the coffee table in front of them, their bag rolling right off and falling onto the floor

“Perfect.”

They heave a sigh and look up to the ceiling

Today had been a rough day

A schedule full of meetings, a disastrous first day of meeting a new team, overtime to make up for it all, and then a 3-hour traffic jam

They lift their head off and stare at the box of doughnuts sitting on the coffee table

They bought a whole dozen on the way home just before getting caught in traffic

Who were the doughnuts for? Themselves, of course

Completely ignoring the array of food laid out on the dinner table, they open up the box and take their first doughnut

They take a bite right before falling back onto the sofa

They needed the sugar, they thought to themselves right before taking another bite

A few moments later, Suga comes out of whatever room he was in and walks into the living room

“Oh, welcome home, ___. You’re back quite late. The traffic must’ve been terrible, huh?”

Suga walks over to his s/o to give them a welcome home kiss

And then he notices the confection in their hand

“Why don’t you have dinner first? I made all your favorites today.”

“Not hungry,” his s/o mumbles just before taking another bite out of their doughnut

“Fine, then.”

Suga plops himself down beside them and grabs a doughnut of his own

“Kōshi, you should go ahead and eat dinner without me.”

“No.”

Suga puts on a little pout before biting into his doughnut

“I made dinner so that we could eat together. If you’re not eating, I won’t.”

Suga continues to eat silently as his s/o grabs another doughnut

They were home and had their well-deserved sweets in hand, but it was still hard for Suga’s s/o to shake off their exhaustion

They heave a sigh, lowering their doughnut away from their face

They had spent hours at work, but there was still more to be done even at home

Documents that needed filing, the work distribution for the new team, an international meeting call at 10, and—

Suga pokes a finger in the middle of his s/o’s eyebrows, releasing the furrow that had been forming there

His s/o leaves their thoughts behind, their focus now on Suga who was looking straight at them

“Negativity be gone!”

He pulls back his finger and gives them that refreshing smile of his

He then he strokes their hair gently

“Tough day at work?”

A half-laugh-half-sigh escapes Suga’s s/o’s lips

“Don’t get me started.”

“Oh, I’d love to hear all about it. I’d love it even more to hear all about it over dinner though.”

This time, Suga’s s/o let’s out a full laugh

They glance at the doughnut in hand and put it down with a sigh

They stand up and clap off the sugar on their hands

“Fine, you win.”

Suga follows suit, pulls them close, and gives them a kiss on the forehead

“Don’t worry, we can eat all the doughnuts we want afterwards. And there’s ice cream in the freezer.”

His s/o squeezes his nose and gives him a smile

“Perfect.”

[dearestsouleater]

Entry #326 January 22, 2019 7:45 pm

Dearest SoulEater,

“Love does not change you, Loneliness does..“

That was my FB post this morning trying to reflect upon everything that transpired since December. Then this afternoon, after I have submitted my BIR Sworn Oath for Tax, I chanced upon Lara’s Coffee shop and decided to take my ultra late lunch there. I was eating this and maybe I might be feeling good now, so maybe it is high time to tell the story that has made me from an 2018 optimist to a 2019 pessimist.Yeah I know, Soul. It has been 6 long months since my last post, with lots and lots of things happened not being said. I have the memories in the form of videos at Youtube. It is there.

It all started December, where I was already forecasting the things I need to do for my transition to the same job but with better benefits. Like it always was, I had to endure the expectations and works of a teamleader, deciding on things and being responsible for them. I know for a fact that Ill be needing a lot of money to secure the new requirements set by the Civil Service for me to be accepted as a Casual Nurse under the Department of Health. I still have money, but the pressure was there, a very big cold and dark pressure. First is that we havent received our salary for November, and that it was December, meaning I had to prepare my gifts to my subordinates and of course, Lianne. With the budgeting I did, I can secure the costly requirements, but it will take toll to my plans with Lianne. I had to think long term and made sure that I secure that requirements for me to be financially secured until 2022. Me and Lianne were having some talks, and while she was planning, I was actually hesitant. Her plans involve expenses that are way beyond my capacity, she may have money for it, but I gotta consider where I stand after spending those. But in the end I agreed with what was initially planned and went on with my “Bahala na”.

Came December 21, it was our Christmas Party for the Department of Health. It was already stressful for me as being a Teamleader, I am responsible to a lot of things. And I am already in turmoil because of our ugly presentation since all municipalities are required to present a dance or whatever. Ours was not a presentation, more like an intermission number. That morning while I was having my preparations for that event, Lianne texted me and that conversation turned sour. She suddenly dropped the “As I thought” bomb on me. At the time I already saw what was coming. She was expecting that I have prepared plans for her on the coming holidays particularly Christmas. At the back of my mind I was thinking, didnt we had this conversation before, she already laid out the plans of what were bound to do, go to this fancy hotel and celebrate, after that go back to her apartment and be with each other, that was it. She was expecting more from me. Of all the times it would happen, why on that moment. We were still talking as I went to the venue of that Christmas Party masked as an Exit Conference. I was there the whole morning trying to juggle managing Lianne’s predicament with the problems I am facing on that event. Until she sent me a message that made me snap.. “Kahit hindi ka na bumalik”. I knew on that moment that that was it. That moment, I knew I cant keep going on. I understood that we cant make it work out anymore. I thought she was my partner for my battles, it turns out she was another battle that I had to win..and I felt so betrayed. I was just sitting there at my table, null and void with nothing but my fake smiles and just saying Im ok while people ask me why I was silent. I had to endure it for hours. And it felt like it was that day all over again, coz she gave back my money too. I dont even know what to feel and act them out. I just went home blank and staring after that successful Exit Conference.. Success for the event, disaster for me. I went home and acted like everything was ok and it was not. My parents even noticing it but I pretended that Im fine. They didnt know we already broke up on that day. I cancelled my reservation for the bus going to manila and had the money shifted to my mom’s reservation. Ate Cely asked me why, and I told them I was recalled for an emergency work on the 27th and 28th which was true. But I lied about the reason why Im not going to Manila anymore, it was because I had no more reason to go there. It was once again a long night..but it was never new to me. I have already faced the same event when she said she did not love me anymore, but only this time I had more resilience.

December 27, my parents had to leave for Manila because my father had to prepare going back to Saudi. I just didnt have the motivation to go anywhere, so I told them that I was recalled for work since it was an urgent matter and that it was a critical time for my appointment as a casual employee. And so they left me.. That time, a typhoon was coming in and that it was automatic for us nurses from DOH to activate Code White meaning we have to respond and report evacuees to central command. December 28 we already lost power supply and access to clean water, water was coming in too fast inside our house because they seep inside the cement, and I had to clean those areas the whole 24 hours. The next day, I stared at how black it was at my home..cold, dark and alone. I only had spare food to eat without the assurance that the faucet water was clean. That moment, I knew loneliness was killing me slowly. I have never been so alone at that point, that it made me think of a lot of things. But an unexpected event happened. My relatives who came from Naga cannot pass thru at the market going to their house as it was already in high flood, so they called me 11 pm that night to ask if they can stay at my house for the meantime. I was thinking that maybe it was You Soul that was giving me some light. So they came and stayed with me until the morning. They made me breakfast and then had to leave immediately to check the status of their own home. Maybe I got saved. Saved from feeling hopeless and alone. I went over to do my work to report any casualties of that calamity in our Municipality and had to live alone again.

December 31, current came back at around the afternoon and the relatives that I took in during the storm gave me Pizza from Shakeys because they knew I would be celebrating the New Year alone. There I was, only with myself and my prepared food before 12 am of January 1st 2019. I only had the pizza my relatives gave me, left over wine at the fridge and pancit canton while watching my friends from Twitch celebrate the New Year. I only had Se7en of HelixxVR with me during that time. I had no fireworks, I had no devices for making loud sounds, only me and my beating heart.

The whole of January was spent with me being all alone, doing everything by myself for myself, trying to survive and live. Our contracts are under abeyance due to some problems with the budget allocated with the Department of Health so what I have been doing in the past 3 weeks is just be at Twitch, stream, watch. It was during that time that I had a record high of 332 viewers, was able to pull off a 24 hr stream and got qualified for Twitch Partner. I slept 5 am almost everyday and woke up around 1 pm, missing my breakfast and lunch. I had nothing to do but stream and play. My November salary came, but it was all for paying the remaining bills and my December Salary is still pending.

Being alone for a long time turned me into something else. Maybe it was karma, or consequences of bad choices, but who is there to blame? Not Lianne, not everyone, not even You, Soul..only me. I decided not to talk to anyone about it. I just felt not doing it. I wanted this darkness for myself so I told no one about what I had gone through. I dont hate Lianne for what happened to us. I just came to realize that we have different end games. She wanted a grandeur life while I wanted a peaceful and simple one. She loved to travel while I only want to travel to just one place and that is Japan. We were different and it only needed sometime for me to accept that we are not compatible and that we are only bound to more stress and fights if we continued. I never talked about what happened to us at Social Media because it wont make me feel any better. I did not block her from my social medias as well because there is no sense doing it. I still see her posts, and maybe it was my way of self punishment.

2018 was a treasure chest of memories for me of her. It just so happened that December of that year became the Pandora’s box. She is currently happy now and I do pray to You Soul that you give her healing, and that she can move on peacefully, find someone that she deserves, not a loser like me who has nothing to offer as of the moment.  I still consider her a friend and acquaintance because Im not holding anything against her and I completely understand if she does not feel the same way I do.

I ate the last bits of my juicy saucy burger and finished it with my fries. I left with a face hoping that someday, I may never wish to ask from You that I rest..for good.

Thank You Soul, for everything..the blessings and lessons. You can still try and guide me while I try to live this tiring life. Give me something to motivate me to go on, yeah?

Love lots,

Jim..

P.S.

Funny that Jin didnt come out this time. Maybe he was confident Im getting through with this. I hope his confidence was right.

[yournewapartment]

Need help on this topic, im so lost.. I'm 20, female and have NEVER had a romantic relationship of any kind. I blame living in the country and lack of a dating pool. But I would like to try and find someone.. I want a relationship thats aimed toward marriage, but I don't know if I'm ready or how to start or if I'm actually attracted to anyone which scares me. I know girls don't turn me on but I'm not even sure if guys do and if I can't love or feel for anyone I'm scare of being alone forever

I know it’s frustrating, but try to remember- there is no set schedule for meeting someone, falling in love, and getting married. You have so much time! I know it might not seem like that right now, but I promise that that special someone is out there waiting for you. You’ll meet them when the time is right. And please remember, you don’t have to decide who/what that person is right now. Just feel it out as you go along, and listen to what feels right.

I’ve combined three posts for you. Advice on finding someone, dating someone, and then having sex with said person (if you so choose).

I hope you find this helpful! Hit me up with any specific questions.

Finding That “Special Someone(s)”

1. The first step is deciding what you’re looking for in a relationship. It’s best to be as specific as possible, while knowing that you can always adjust with time. One of the things you need to be definitive about is whether you’re looking for a committed relationship or not. No judgment either way, but you need to know what makes you comfortable. Some other things to consider:

Monogamy or Polyamory 

To sex or not to sex

Are you willing to LDR?

What sort of activities are you looking to do with this person? Hiking, gaming, exploring, etc.

Does age matter to you?

2. Once you know what you’re looking for, start looking for people who fit that criteria. This might seem like an obvious notion, but really, so many people form unrealistic expectations with people/persons who don’t fit their ideal. I’m not saying that they need to be 100% what you’re looking for. Nobody will be! But if you’re looking for a committed relationship and get involved with someone who is not ready to settle down, you can’t expect them to suddenly come around to your way of thinking. Start off with someone on the same page as you.

3. How do you meet such a person? Use your environment! You’re around so many people all day, people who may not be of interest to you, but people who know people. Find out if your friends know anyone who fits your picture. Friends are a great way to meet people. Also, hate to say it, but go to parties! Go to parties with you friends and socialize. Is there someone cute in your Physics class? Find out if she wants to go over homework with you at the campus cafe.

4. I also recommend frequenting places that you enjoy, and scoping out potential cuties. If you like to read, hang out at Barnes and Nobles to find a guy who likes to read. If you like hiking, join an outdoor adventure group. Feed your soul, while on The Hunt.

5. I highly recommend befriending any person you’re interested in. Put yourself in social situations with this person, to see if you’re socially compatible. We all know people who are sexy as all fuck but share nothing in common with us. Start with the shared experiences and work from there, I guarantee you that this method creates better and longer lasting relationships.

Dating Tips

1. Figure out what you’re looking for in a partner. There are lots of fish in the sea, and every one is different! You may be attracted to someone but not sexually or socially compatible with them. If you know exactly what you’re looking for, you may find it easier to zero in on the person(s) that interest you the most. Remember that you can always and should always adjust your wants/needs as time goes on.

Here are some ideas to get you started, but this is by no means a complete list:

Are you ready to commit to certain relationships? Or are you in the mood to explore different people with no particular ties?

Are you interested in one person? Or multiple people?

Are you interested in sex?

Are you bold and looking for someone to get out of your comfort zone with? Or are you confident and happy with where you are sexually? Or a mixture of the two?

2. Choose your “perfect date” ahead of time. I’m not a super spontaneous person, and I envy those that are. But I feel much less anxious when I already have a date planned in my head. Plans can always be adjusted, but I like to have a plan. In my mind, the “perfect date” has three parts…

One: The shared activity. Start your date off with an activity for you to do as a couple. Something public like a movie or a visit to a museum or hiking. While this may not seem super romantic to you, this is a great way to bond in a non-sexual way. And a public venue and a pre-determined activity takes some of that anxious pressure off. You don’t have to talk a lot (if at all). Keep it light!

Two: Dinner. This takes a bit of research. Find out if your intended is an adventurous eater or if they have any food preferences. I like to experience new things, and I want to be with a person who is open to that. So I think this meal should be something new and exciting. Possibly food from a different culture that they’ve never tried, or else something gastro and experimental. But not too expensive. Stay under $50 for this first date. And TIP!!

Three: Romance. Now is the time for you to spend some one-on-one time together, if you’re both feeling it. You could invite them back to your place, or take a romantic walk in the park if you’re not ready. But somewhere semi-private where you can have a deep conversation and really get to know each other.

And that’s it! Rinse and repeat!

3. Please ignore any societal notions you ever had about communication. Text or call whenever you want to! If you really like them, do it right away. If someone is really put off by how quickly you contacted them after a date, then they are not for you.

4. Be open about your experiences. If you’re a virgin or haven’t dated before, tell the other person. If they really like you, they’ll remember that these are life experiences that everyone develops at different times and they won’t care. Don’t be with someone who thinks that inexperience is a bad thing. Everyone is different!

5. There is no timeline for when you should sleep with a person. Well, actually there is, but it’s called “your personal judgment”. The same goes for any oral sex you may or may not want to have. If she eats you out, you’re not required to do the same to her. If he gives you a rim job and then she licks your balls, you’re not required to suck his dick or her tits.

6. Safe sex is so important! Please use condoms or some form of birth control. Some STDs will stay with you for life, and not everyone is honest about them. I’d also suggest that if you are getting serious with someone, that both of you get checked out by a doctor. Your health insurance should cover a yearly visit!

7. Please use caution before sending anyone naughty pictures of yourself. Just Skype them and do some naughty cam stuff.

8. Remember that fights are totally natural. Fighting every day is not, but occasional fights are bound to happen. It’s so important to talk through problems! Don’t keep them bottled up and festering inside, if you can’t be honest about how you feel then why are you with them? Compromise when you can but stay true to yourself. A couple is a unit, but it’s the individuals that make it successful.

9. Go traveling and vacationing together. People are often at their most anxious when traveling, and I would absolutely recommend that you spend some time together to see if you can work through the stress. Also, if you’re going to move in with someone spend some time living with them first. Before my boyfriend and I moved in together, I spent two nights out of the week living at his parent’s house and he spent one night living at mine.

10. During the first few months of dating or being with someone, you’ll probably want to spend all your free time with them. Think “Glue” by the Velvet Underground. Spend that time with them, but stay true to what makes you passionate. Keep painting, running, cooking, whatever.

General Sex Tips

1. I would highly recommend that you spend some time “getting to know yourself” before having sex. Feel around down there, see what feels good and what doesn’t. See if you can get yourself turned on. The more experience you have knowing what works for you, the better you’ll be able to communicate with your partner or partners and have an enjoyable experience.

2. If you have a vagina, odds are that your first time having sex is going to be slightly painful. This is totally natural, and will go away as time goes by. But be prepared to be upfront with your partner and to ask them to go slowly or use more lube if things do start hurting.

3. Condoms! There are many different kinds (ribbed, flavored, hot and cold). Magnum are large condoms, so if you are buying condoms and don’t have a monster dick, you probably should not use them. An ill-fitting condom is an ineffective condom! Also make sure to always store condoms correctly and to throw them out after their expiration date. Only one condom at a time folks, wearing two condoms is not twice as protective. They’re more likely to rip.

4. If you have a vagina, you should be peeing and/or showering immediately after sex to prevent UTIs. These are no joke! They are extremely painful infections that cause you to pee blood. Always pee after sex. Pee twice. People with penises can also get UTIs, but it’s far harder.

5. Did you know that only 25% of people with vaginas can have vaginal orgasms? So if you can’t, don’t stress! There are all sorts of different orgasms to be had, and they are all equally amazing. If you’re not cumming, you’re not being stimulated properly. Try a new position, a new technique, try having your partner or partners stimulate you in a different area. The page I linked above is a bit gender specific, but it has really useful information, so please ignore these terms.

6. Foreplay is so important! Vaginas take an average of 20 minutes to get properly revved up and horny. The reason you’re “dry” down there is because you’re not properly stimulated. You can always use lube in a pinch or ask your partner to go down on you, but you’ll find that sex is easier and more enjoyable when you are literally “wet down there”.

7. Period sex. Oh how I love period sex. Vaginas are at their most sensitive during this part of the cycle, so achieving an orgasm can be easier. If you’re going to have period sex, throw a towel down first. Blood comes out super easily in the wash, you don’t have to do anything special to the cloth to get it clean. You will probably want to shower afterwards!

8. Communication is key. You cannot just lie back and think of England and hope that you’ll achieve a magical orgasm. It’s not like that. What turns your partner or partners on may not turn you on. This is absolutely fine! You may not even want to cum or be able to cum during your first time having sex, and this is fine too. Tell them what works and what doesn’t and be AS SPECIFIC AS POSSIBLE.

9. On a similar note, you are not obligated to do anything to anybody else or to yourself that you are not comfortable with. You do not need to give blowjobs or hand jobs or even have sex with someone if you aren’t 100% into it. If someone is pressuring you and thinks that sex equates a happy relationship, then I would advise you to ditch them and get on with your life.

10. Protection! Please use protection. Whether this is condoms, birth control, an IUD, whatever. The pull out method does not work. I am a product of the pull out method. Not everyone with a penis has precum, but many do. Don’t take the chance! I am on birth control and I love it, but that’s a whole different post.

11. Dildos come in all different shapes and sizes. You can get ones that are smaller and thinner than actual penises and ones that are comically large. Make sure to use lube! Wash them with dish soap in your sink and leave to dry. Some dildos that are “hyper realistic” come with a powder that you have to put on them. These are incredible dildos, I highly recommend them. They feel so life like!

12. Edible underwear does not taste all that good. Neither do flavored condoms.

13. Black sheets or black blankets and sex are not a good mix. You will see cum stains. They wash out super easily, you don’t need to do anything special to clean them. Just keep them out of sight when your friends and Aunt Kathy come over.

14. If you start having sex and decide that you want to stop having sex then please tell your partner and stop. You are not obligated to keep going if you feel uncomfortable. Your body = your choice.

15. If you have a vagina then you will want to make an OBGYN appointment shortly after you start having sex. These are vagina doctors and they can check your vagina out to make sure that everything is okay. You should probably get your vagina checked out often if you have multiple partners. If you are in a relationship with one person and use protection, then once a year is fine.

[imagineproduce101]

Passion Ch. 9

Ever since you accidentally spilled your lunch on Im Youngmin, the popular chaebol senior with money and fame, he’s seemed to hate you. However, when some odd photos of the two of you arguing appear in a tabloid, he has a solution as to how you can make up for it– pretend to be his girlfriend.

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There was a heavy feeling in the pit of your stomach, one that you weren’t used to—nerves. Today was the big day for your dance team. You and Jung Jung had been preparing for this moment since summer had started.

The two of you had signed up to compete as a duo in the big summer competition. Winning it would put your studio on the map, and give both you and Jung Jung recognition both as dancers and as choreographers.

You shook your head and rolled out from under the covers, shuffling towards the bathroom to start getting ready. Chungha and Yoojung had set out your outfit for the performance, and had given you very specific instructions for your makeup and hair. After brushing your teeth and washing your face, you got started on the makeup, carefully checking your phone frequently to make sure you were doing it properly.

Once your makeup looked reasonably okay, you did your best to style your hair, and then tugged the outfit on. Given how much time it had taken Chungha and Yoojung to finally settle on one, you were surprised at the simplicity of the black leggings and coral sweater.

On the bathroom counter next to you, your phone started buzzing from notifications. Seeing that it was Youngmin, you picked up.

“Hey, I’m here,” Youngmin said cheerfully. You had been surprised when Youngmin agreed to come to the event, given that his own dance group would be performing, without him. He’d assured you that he’d be alright, explaining that he’d rather go and experience being in the audience than distance himself entirely.

“Okay, I’ll be right down,” you replied, hurrying to scoop up your duffel bag. The hot summer air washed over you as soon as you left the house, and you ran down to where Youngmin’s car was waiting.

“Excited?” Youngmin asked, glancing over at you with a small smile before starting up the car.

“Nervous,” you confessed, leaning your head back against the headrest.

“To be honest, I am too,” Youngmin sighed, “for my own team. This is the first time that I wasn’t involved in anything for them, and I really want them to do well.”

You glanced over at Youngmin, feeling bad, “you know, you don’t have to follow your father’s words every time. You’re living your own life.”

Youngmin smiled wistfully over at you. “It’s not always that easy.” You shrugged. On the one hand, you understood that he needed to be realistic. After all, Youngmin would have to make a living, and the realistic route wasn’t necessarily the one that followed his dreams. But still, you’d seen the way he looked when he danced. It was like a whole different person in Youngmin’s skin, someone happier and more cheerful. “Anyways, it’ll be good for my father to see me there.”

“Why’s that?” You didn’t really see the connection from you dancing to his father.

“You know, he sees I can watch a dance performance without being in it, he thinks I’ll never dance again,” Youngmin shrugged, “win-win.” You couldn’t tear your eyes away from Youngmin’s side profile, as he ran a hand through his hair, focused on the road ahead. The lights from the street danced across his face, and you shook your head, looking out to the street as well.

“You need to live for yourself,” you murmured, not thinking he would hear.

Youngmin’s gaze flickered over to you for a split second before turning back to the road.

The bright lights warmed your skin, a feeling that you had missed. You were onstage alone as you took your starting position, ready to start as the opening notes of the song started.

The two of you had settled on The Hills by the Weeknd, with you dancing a solo to the verse by Nicki Minaj at the beginning. Jung Jung had insisted on having a section that was just you dancing, since he’d had a solo in the last choreography that you’d done.

Your body moved like it was second nature, having gone through the motions that it was like second nature. Jung Jung soon joined you onstage as the chorus started, holding firmly onto your waist as he slowly dipped you back.

The dance was incredibly intimate, with a lot of touching, but you and Jung Jung were practically siblings; you’d never felt any kind of romantic or sexual feelings towards him, and you knew that he hadn’t either. As you and Jung Jung landed every move right on beat, you felt that familiar rush course through your veins, and you had to suppress a smile.

In the audience, Youngmin wasn’t smiling, far from it; narrowed eyes trained on the incredibly close couple onstage, fingernails digging into his palms as he clenched his hands. An unfamiliar feeling bubbled up inside him that made him want to storm onstage and throw the stupid lanky dancer into a wall—jealousy. Youngmin breathed deeply in through his nose, practically hearing his step-mother’s voice in his head—‘don’t overreact’.

Onstage, Jung Jung wrapped his hands around your waist, drawing you close to him, foreheads touching, close enough to kiss.

Youngmin’s growled and shot up from his seat, stalking out of the venue into the cold night air to cool off.

I only call you when it’s half past five

The only time that I’ll be by your side

I only love it when you touch me, not feel me

When I’m fucked up, that’s the real me

“(y/n), nice job tonight!”

“Yeah, really (y/n), you killed it!”

“Ah, thank you,” you bowed quickly, cheeks flushing as you hurried to where Youngmin stood, since he was your ride home. “Ready?” You asked cheerfully, going to stand next to him.

Youngmin looked down at you, a strange look on his face.

“Youngmin?” Your forehead wrinkled in confusion, “you okay?”

“What the hell was that?” he ground out, folding his arms.

“What the hell do you mean?” you shot back, a wave of déjà vu washing over you. It felt like the first time the two of you had talked, the way that he peered down his nose at you, eyes flashing angrily. It made you want to punch his lights out.

“That dancing,” he folded his arms as well, eyes growing even angrier. It was late, and the two of you were the only ones in that corridor, so his voice ricocheted off of the walls, amplified.

“Yeah, I was dancing,” you glared up at him, “what the hell’s your problem?”

“My problem is that it’s out of line to dance that sexually with another guy,” Youngmin shouted, cheeks growing red in anger.

You took a step back, rage filling your body, “Im Youngmin, who the fuck do you think you are?” You snapped, “What gives you the right to say something like that—you’re not even my fucking boyfriend, you don’t have the right to get jealous!”

“Well, maybe I was jealous, okay?” Youngmin ran a finger through his hair, eyes never leaving yours, “Okay, you know what, maybe even though I’m not your real fucking boyfriend and this whole fucking thing was fake, maybe I was jealous, okay? And maybe, maybe I don’t want this whole fucking thing to be fake, but you’re right, what gives me the right to say something like that.”

Youngmin stood there, panting from his little tirade, hair a mess from the number of times he’d run his hands through his hair. You gaped at him, wide-eyed and open-mouthed at his words, and his eyes remained on yours, intense and heavy.

“Whatever,” he groaned, breaking the eye contact, “I’ll call you a cab, just wait out in front and don’t do anything stupid.” With that, he turned on his hell and stalked off, leaving you to just gape after him, still processing what the hell had just happened.

As you laid in bed that night, you kept tossing and turning, Youngmin’s words ringing in your ears.

Maybe I don’t want this whole thing to be fake.

Did Youngmin really want to date you? And even further, did you want to date him?

No way, you thought crossly to yourself, rolling over onto your side. After all, you hated the guy.

But if he asked…

You sighed, turning onto your stomach. You couldn’t deny the fact that Youngmin’s small smiles and jokes made your heart flutter. You liked Youngmin, and that fact wasn’t going to change no matter how much you rolled over in bed.

the end is near my friends ;)

[bulletproof-fantasies]

Finding You: Chapter Thirty-One

Pairing: Min Yoongi/ OC

Genre: Soulmate AU!

Summary: Sometimes, a tag is enough.

Warnings: Mentions of depression, past suicide attempts, and cheating.

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Author’s Note: I honestly have no idea how concert tickets work and stuff so I based it off of seeing a theatre play live. I am sorry if it’s like “Karnia wtf are you writing??!!???” 

Chapter Thirty-One:

Alex had always wanted to go to a concert but, now that she was actually at the venue of one, she wasn’t so sure why. She hated crowds with a deep and almost irrational fear. There were too many people and she felt like she did in her anxiety dreams, lost and drowning. Looking at the sheer amount of people lined up outside the venue almost scared her enough to send her home, but then she remembered August. She had to meet him, even if it meant being swallowed by an ocean of people to the point of panicking.

She just couldn’t suffer waiting to finally see him face-to-face anymore. She felt like she had been waiting her entire life to meet him and on some level she really believed that was true, she just didn’t know it was August she was waiting for until recently. Now that she knew, she wasn’t going to let a little thing like a crowd stop her. So she took a deep breath and got into the line, taking care to breathe in and out slowly.

At some point while she was waiting, a man had come out to tell them they would be allowed into the building at seven. Upon checking the time, and maybe peeking to see if August sent her any messages, it was two hours away. She tried to think if she had ever waited in a line this long in her life. She had been to amusement parks countless times but she was most definitely sure she hadn’t waited two-hours in a line to get on a ride. To be honest, she wasn’t sure she’d ever do this again.

For two hours she needed to occupy herself. Alex knew that if she didn’t keep herself busy she’d start looking around to see if maybe she could try to pick a stranger out in the crowd who might be August. A part of her mind told her that she should be able to recognise him as soon as she laid her eyes on him, but in reality she knew that was stupid. Life wasn’t a fairy tale and she wasn’t going to know which person around her was the one she loved just by connecting eyes.

Shaking her head, she brought her phone out and tried to think of something to do. At this time, Jess would be sleeping but she still decided to snap her a picture of the building with the caption “nervous.” After that she decided to take a picture of the sky and post it on her Tumblr, explaining she had arrived safely. Once she finished that, her eyes were drawn to the little letter icon and before she could stop herself she opened her messages and then went to her conversation with August.

[Sent at 5:26 PM]: There are a lot of people here. I’m so nervous.

Once she sent that, she registered that she felt just a little better. It took him a bit of time to answer and it kind of worried her at first, but as soon as she heard the notification she relaxed. With swift fingers, she tapped her screen to bring it back to life and then quickly put in her password. A little smile came to her face once she read.

[Received at 5:30 PM]: youll feel better when were sitting next to each other. try to just take deep breaths.

[Sent at 5:31 PM]: I am already on it.

Alex paused to look around, trying to see if she could spot a male using his phone and obviously texting. August knew what she looked like so she felt like if he saw her he’d hang close. After a moment, she managed to tear her eyes away and finish her thought.

[Sent at 5:33 PM]: Can you see me at all? In the line?

She bit her lip while she looked around some more. She caught the sight of a lot of people texting but she had no idea if any of them were him. Five minutes ago she promised she wouldn’t do this to herself and yet here she was. Alex took a deep breath and looked down at her phone when it vibrated and made a little sound.

[Received at 5:35]: i cant im sorry. i wish i could.

She couldn’t pretend she didn’t feel the disappointment crushing her a bit. It was like a heavy weight set inside of her stomach that was trying to drag it down. Forcibly, she shoved it away and focused on the bright side. She would see him soon. In less than two hours they’d be side by side and the very first thing she was going to do was hold him tightly.

[Received at 5:37 PM]: just stay calm. you will do alright.

Alex drew in a slow and deep breath and nodded to herself. She would do alright if she just kept thinking about the end-result and focusing on it. As long as she kept her fear out of the forefront of her mind, she would be okay. So instead of worrying or counting down minutes, she went opened up Tumblr and began scrolling.

 …

 The line was shuffling forwards and the doors were finally open. They were being sorted in specific lines based on the tickets they would be claiming and Alex needed to bring her papers to the place where she could pick up her tickets, as August instructed. As Alex drew closer and closer to the man who was directing them, her stomach began to churn. She had no reason to be nervous and yet she was because her anxiety always went off the wall about such things. What if her ticket was fake? What if it didn’t work? What if there was a problem and they needed to see the buyer’s ID? What if she couldn’t claim the ticket with the information she had? What if something went wrong and August was forced to sit alone and wonder if she had bailed on him?

Now that she looked at the receipts, August’s name was nowhere to be found nor was hers. That was slightly concerning. What if Jess was right? What if this was some kind of prank? She took in a deep shuddery breath and, when it was finally her turn to stand in front of the man handling the papers, she licked her lips so they weren’t so agonisingly dry and then handed the papers over to him.

She felt like she was in the middle of waiting for an eternity while he looked over the details but it was the moment he pulled his brows together and made an expression of confusion that she knew something wasn’t right. He looked at her for a long moment, taking in her appearance. Maybe it was just her anxious nature, but under his gaze she felt like he was under the impression she had stolen the papers.

“Where did you buy?” he asked her rather directly. That only made it official.

“It was sent to me by my friend. He bought them,” she explained, trying to speak through how dry her throat had suddenly become. Her Korean was a lot better since she had met August, but she hoped it was standing up now.

The man, who was rather tall and intimidating compared to Alex, glanced back down at the papers and then stepped aside, he motioned for her to step out of line too. She knew she was fucked. She was going to end up in a jail-cell by the end of this, she could feel it. Had she been set up? No, August wouldn’t do that. She refused to let herself think that it was possible. So it must have been some kind of misunderstanding or mistake.

The man directed someone else to take his job directing the traffic of the line and then brought Alex into the building. He found a woman who was perhaps twenty feet away, speaking quickly with someone else and then showed her the ticket information. Alex took deep breaths, just trying to focus on not passing out while the man talked to the person that was obviously his manager. After a few minutes, with neither of them giving away any information with their expressions, the woman came over.

“Could I please see your ID?” she asked politely as she gave Alex a smile.

Fuck. They were going to call the police. Or maybe they were already there? She was probably three minutes away from being put in the back of a cop-car, she could feel it. Alex swallowed hard and reached for her purse, hands jittery. She dropped her wallet when she finally got it out and then bent over to frantically pick it up after. She unzipped it and then took out her driver’s licence.

The woman took a look at her card and then looked onto her clipboard. She did a couple of checks and then looked back at Alex and gave her a smile, handing it back to her and then passing her an envelope. Alex blinked a few times and looked down at it, confused.

“I’m very sorry, there was a misunderstanding. This is your ticket,” the woman said in a comforting tone. “Please enjoy the show. I will show you to the line.”

Alex swallowed hard and almost felt like one of those cartoon characters; she was ready for her jaw to hit the floor. “Oh…a-alright. Thank you.”

“We apologise for that mistake, please follow me,” the woman said professionally as she led Alex through the building to the area where she would enter the hall.

When they got to their destination, Alex noticed immediately that the area sectioned off with thick black rope that cut up the space into a neat maze-like line and no one besides her was there yet. She glanced at the woman, almost like she was terrified she would take her ticket away and then timidly moved to stand as the first person in line. She took a deep breath and tried to relax after that.

“Please enjoy the show. Thank you for understanding.”

Making a weak sound of approval, Alex watched at the woman left and directed a man who had followed in behind them to collect ticket stubs. Once she was gone, Alex took a deep breath and allowed herself to relax. It didn’t really work but she tried.

“May I collect your ticket?” the man asked her as he came to stand in front of the door.

Alex nodded meekly and took out her ticket with shaking hands. He ripped it and then stamped her hand. She put her ticket back inside the envelope and then stored it in her bra, for safe measure. After she managed to calm down a little more, she took out her phone and began to text August, explaining the weirdness that had just occurred and how she was pretty fucking sure she almost had a heart attack.

[Sent at 7:27 PM]: First night in Korea and I thought for sure that I was going to be hauled off to jail.

[Sent at 7:27 PM]: Go figure.

 …

 Getting to her seat had been a breeze considering the issues she had with her ticket. She felt like her insides were twisting while she watched people filter into her section of the hall. She paid close attention to every person she could, hoping one of them would see her and smile. But that didn’t happen. By the time her section was almost full, her stomach began to bubble and she felt nauseous.

“Where is he?” She wondered, the words in her head even sounding stressed out.

Alex wasn’t sure she had ever felt her heart beat like this. It was beyond the point where she could feel it in her ears. The muscle was pumping the blood in her body so quickly that it was making her feel light headed and a bit tingly. Taking deep breaths, trying to regulate the harsh beating against her ribs, she kept watching the entrance. However, eventually, no one else was making their way into the section anymore.

“He’s just late,” she told herself with a firm nod of her head. “He’ll be here really soon and you’ll finally be able to hug him and you will probably end up crying like a little bitch.”

Alex kept telling herself that over and over, but soon the entire place was packed, the lighting began changing and the seat next to her was still empty. She sunk into her seat a little bit and took out her phone, just trying to keep herself breathing normally. She had never been stood up before and this was a completely new kind of anxiety.

[Sent at 8:15 PM]: August, where are you? It’s starting soon.

She was shaking and she wondered if anyone else in her row could feel it. Alex was doing everything she could to keep herself from bursting out into tears. Humiliation was a light word for everything she was feeling and all the warnings Jess had voiced to her started coming to the surface of her mind. Despite everything, she kept following August’s advice, forcing herself to take deep breaths as she tried to calm down.

If he didn’t reply, she wasn’t sure that she would be able to sit through the concert. It would be so hard to actually enjoy it while she wanted to break down and cry. But he had bought the ticket and this was not a cheap show. She truly didn’t know what to do with herself and so it kept her utterly still and frozen.

It didn’t make sense that he would go through all this effort and then just ditch her. She knew that. And now she was worried about him because what if something happened to him on his way there? She didn’t think she was capable of panicking harder than she had been without actually having an attack and yet there she was, literally so close to losing it. The only thing that saved her from it was the vibration that came from her phone in her hands.

The screen was a bit blurred and she hastily wiped the tears away from her eyes while she struggled to read the message.

[Received at 8:20 PM]: im so sorry alex work held me. i will be late. but ill be there.

Taking a deep breath, relief flooded her body and it just made her eyes water more. She knew that she was overreacting to everything but she couldn’t help it. She was in an unfamiliar country alone in a situation she was frankly super anxious about. The panic had just sent her into overdrive.

Her hands shook as she heard people start to cheer. She looked up at the stage and saw figures rising out of the centre of it. That was BTS down there. Min Yoongi was in the same room as her, his beautiful face coming up on the huge screens behind the stage along with everyone else. The music began pounding and she gripped her phone a bit tighter.

In all her life, she never thought she’d look upon Min Yoongi and feel no excitement. She had been dreaming for years about being in this very position, but now it seemed so underwhelming. She knew why. She knew why without a doubt. Alex had always wanted to see BTS in person and to hear their music live. But those desires were so small in comparison to how badly she wanted to feel August next to her, holding her hand.

The truth was that Alex had never wanted anything as badly as she wanted him and she couldn’t help but dwell on that.

 …

 By the time the concert came to the half-way point, she knew August wasn’t going to be able to make it. She was disappointed, but it wasn’t his fault. Even being a foreigner, she knew how hard it was to get anywhere in Seoul while trying to drive a car and at this hour the traffic would be awful.

When it ended, she was straight up bummed out but trying to think of how she would talk about the concert to him. The thing Alex absolutely refused to do was make him feel guilty for this or like he wasted his money, so she committed all the little moments to memory and memorised details to recite later.

As people filtered out, she decided just to sit in her seat and wait for them to clear out. She hated the crowds too much to rush and there was no hurry anyways. She hadn’t received another text from August but she wasn’t going to push it, she was going to wait until he said something.

Once another fifteen minutes passed, she got up and began to make her way to the exit, however there was a man waiting there who had an official-looking ear-piece in while he held a clipboard. He was probably just supervising the exit-traffic, but her stomach churned upon seeing him. She forced herself to be calm as she prepared to walk past him but then held her breath as it felt like someone sucker-punched her when he suddenly spoke.

“May I see your ticket?”

Alex wanted to groan. This was the most stressful night and here was some more stress to complement that. She was sure she could break out and cry at any moment now if her body truly felt like betraying her.

She felt a little awkward as she removed the ticket from her shirt and handed it to him. He flipped it, saw that it was initialed and then smiled at her. “Please follow me.”

“Not this again for fuck’s sake just let me go home and bawl, please,” she thought pathetically as she watched him turn.

Alex sighed deeply and followed him, keeping close as he lead her though the building. She had no idea what was going on. She was probably going to jail, like she suspected early. They let her enjoy the concert first and now they were hauling her off.

Except they weren’t because, even through her panic, she wasn’t stupid. As she followed the man, it became clear she was being taken deeper into the building and then it evidently became clearer she was being led backstage. By the time that she got to a door, he turned to face her and gestured for her to open it, her heart was hammering.

“We apologise for any misunderstandings,” he told her with a smile.

Why were people saying that?  What the fuck was going on? She really wished someone would just stop being so cryptic and actually explain something to her. She was way too worn out for these kinds of mind-games and confusion.

“If you’d go inside, Mr. August will be here to see you soon.”

[whimsically-ominously-auspice]

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So this guy in the interview is a Ben Clan Human Trafficker

Paul Paleosi Jr is only 20 years old.

The Paul she is talking about WAS Paul then he was killed in 1987 and taken over by aliens.

PPJ hasn't tried to contact her due to his old body being taken over by a Zulu alien.

Because they study intently, the Zulululu would mimic the good and romantic parts of the true person. But the rest of the time be taken down to the evil soul status.

So unfortunately her stories are 100% true and thusly sad

But the person soul is incorrect.

This is why we crested dna4u after 1991 when I blockaded the ability to overtake souls due to my daughters being kidnapped and one being overtaken by Zulululu and the other murdered for refusing.

So dna4u is decades into the making with Galaxies and planets helping as much as possible.

Check out the Google photos of this "51 year old man"

He told me "by the time you find me, I'll only be 20, shes makingbme lie about my age" she being Nancy Pelosi.

She in a long story Tree will post from that I wrote in a private email. With his information included, also abducted me. She's a real bitch

The minute men brought her to the aavuatuin studios and i was supposed to be picked up but I was blocked in traffic, so she was to sit in the lot and wait, she rolled under the plane for shade and was ran over by two planes when they thought they would have that chance to get me in a small window..

Still i haven't been able to be picked up.

Nancy has plenty of clones, tho. So I'm sure some hank ktch will be running her mouth soon.

But she was the worst 'clone' in the baby selling an human marketing trade.

She was mpst often in my Google with a sunk in face... Because she had plates of steel around her skull. Denise does, too as well as Billy and Nathaniel. Nathaniel in the back of his skull, Billy in the front.

She's photographed in my Google as the State Rep but ain't the one that goes to the Chairman Floor.

She's my father's soul mate but not my mother of birth..

In 2003 we banned the ability to get pregnant by anyone but our soul mates.

So Nancy's metal face was her backup. She gave her body to a Saturn good soul, so in thought she would be able to return to it in such times when she is attacked

Not only was and is that not possible but now we have destroyed the shell body. So her Saturn that tricked her to letting a guy her body is now free to work as ghost. And get much more done!.

And Paul and Karina are extra protected by those that waited to kill Nancy and with great and extreme force shoved the Saturn Soul Filled body into a sedan and dropped her to the lot, while invisible

Dino that she killed long ago.

They are extremely violent and more quickly than me with blinders to any other existence to stop them from destroying

So you will immediately die if you mess with my brother or my sister in law and any of my siblings and their children and soulmate.

We have the location of the people who kidnapped my niece and nephew. And so killing them and recapturing my family will continue

They were not reported as stolen. And time is up in order for them to do so.

We have earned experience due to Clayton Millicant, Clay Millican's evil twin.

Thusly we know exactly how to handle this

And I'm quite sure since Donald Trump hates her, that we will earn a monthly stipend instead of a one time payment if he continues to trust in our work

It just takes time

I had Clay and Aubrina murdered yesterday morning and had time to bring them back to life. So these Bastards that kept getting in my way to prevent my appearing at my own property and not being a POW still remain to be tedious. Just so you know, they killed a 12 year old girl last week in order to rape her so they arent made fun of how they can't perform quality sex. Since 2003, sex with a non soulmate is dull, boring and ugh gross. But these idiots don't realize that.

So they killed a 31 year old virgin and a 6 year old crippled child whom could barely walk. Its true she was on the Plane ladder because I taught her due to her disability and crippleness her super skill is to climb ladders because its less pain for her compared to our flat foot selves

She had been locked in a cage and starved and beaten and abused. And her way of sitting in that small space crippled her back and legs and feet and especially ankles.

She had been exercising in my personal bathtub and swimming pool to maximize her strength and ability to move distances greater than 4 feet without pain.

She worked diligently and as much as possible and was able to walk 16 feet on flat foot then walk 24 feet on tip toe and rest then walk 6 to 7 feet flat foot then stop. With minimal pain.

Due to her happiness and flexing her ankles ih the water for 3 to 6 or 8 hours per day.

She worked hard and got ecperiabce to gain health. And she was climbing that ladder of the plane to kill the people up there as they were the same type of people whom abused her. And were friends with them.

And they grabbed her by her neck and threw her 75 feet to the ground.

And so Clay climbed up, not in order to kill but just ask why they were there. He knew i would need to know in order to handle the situation.

And they just threw him down and broke his wrist in a way it was crumbled bones. Then not realizing it was broke. It was unhealed after he was back to life.

And it was extra painful. So don't think they both won't kill now.

He was in 7 to 8 hours of extreme pain and he was of harmless intent, trying to find the solution.

I gave a 6 year old child a revolver in order to protect herself. And she did. We were able to heal her better than the other healing methods we used due to her death.

That doesn't make it fine that they had the nerve to do that shit.

Im just better than they are. I keep warning you ass holes you need to be good in ACTION not by acting.

You don't you'll die.

Again as I said if you're not invited to my personal property including what APPEARS to be a business, you will be a trespasser with violent offence and die.

Im not playing. So Bobby and Edward were murdered for murdering both a pissed off child and a concerned man.

So y'all need to fuck off. Jesse and Alex are presumed to be still looking for Annabelle.

As they kidnapped Annabelle as an infant due ti my having twins. I do have my other daughter, Annabelle's twin safe.

Josie is still in an unknown location and Jesse, Alex and several others are attempting to find her And Annabelle.

Snoop was also a hostile take over but he was my friend. However he was killed by Bobby. And so yes i have friends that are illegal alien. But there is a REAL SNOOP. Out there. That looks like young snoop and less bug eyed.

Smooth, sweet skin and a smooth grace. Still tiny though like his old body. But not old. He was sent to Saturn from TSJ.

We became quality friends before we moved. He went to Venus to help the transition of the rescue pods but they beat him and so i had to go. Because i don't put up with that shit. And so then i took him in as well, not recognizing him due to his swollen facial features from bruising. And he became our Venus representative while sending Data to Saturn from me in order to help Save Saturn. They finished their exponents in 1989, they last was begun and completed in early 1990 due to an experience with Michael Jackson.

Then Jupiter finished.

But also we willingly took the opposite of their good to see the bad in small controlled experiments in order to help. Small traditional studies in the 1960's, and our research allowed them to succeed faster...

Unfortunately this lazy bitch from Uranus kept sending her ass holes here. And so we are in year 81 of trying to fix all supreme galaxies and planets with life.

So we will.

This bitch died by severe torture from the Galaxy Council and Echinecea took over with my life model. And so upon completion we get a ring and a moon. So Uranus has a ring, 4 of them. And i have a tatto of it and irs rings. It is the only planet i have a tattoo of

Its because i fixed it, with my heart and my life experiences, and so with only mine alone its saved 54 galaxies from incompletion.

Now they ain't got that swirl like Jupiter or Saturn because its simply my model and not a combo of theirs and ours. Like Saturn and Jupiter.

Our rings will be a figure 8 around our moon and Earth and then we will gain a moon as i posted yesterday that is being shielded and held by Jupiter inside their ring set and it is the color of my eyes from TSJ.

Mostly i have brown because i just want to kill people and bury them in the dirt, otherwise they're green because id rather bury them in the sea aka good things. Drown them in the spirit of love.

So adding pink is the sunset and sunrise... Truly i do want to live another day.

It hasn't been pink in a long time, so. Sont think I sont think y'all suicidal. If i want to play dumb.

Alright snot heads..

I sent Alex a series of maps. There is new information for them.

Trump get on that monthly stipend..

We need it to keep your people alive.