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final-girl96 · 1 year ago

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My Boyfriend's Back Chapter Forty-Two

The Next Day

Sidney and I decided we would go to the L.A.P.D. Just as we walked into the precinct we saw Dewey, who was in the middle of trying to get a hold of one of us. We did our greetings and then went back to meet Detective Mark Kincaid. He was definitely Sidney's type; dark hair, tall, very handsome, nothing like Billy. He asked us questions and we talked. We also found out that our mother was once an actress that went under a different name. The killer has been leaving her pictures at the crime scenes.

"Can we go where this picture was taken?" I asked. Detective Kincaid nodded his head. "Yeah, sure. It was taken at the studio." We then left with another detective and a few police officers in tow and went to Sunrise Studios. When we got there, we saw the metal stairs that were in the background behind our mom. "Why didn't she ever say anything? I mean, she went by a whole different name back then. Do you think dad knows about this?" I asked, Sid. "I don't know. He did say she had a lot of secrets," she said.

We were walking past one of the trailers when the door opened. I jumped back with a small yelp before looking up to see who it was. "Jesus, Randy! What the hell are you doing here?" I asked. "Who else is going to tell you the rules of a trilogy?" He shrugged. I rolled my eyes and pushed past him into the trailer. Sidney, Gale, and Dewey were close behind. We all sat down and listened to Randy go on about the rules of a trilogy.

"Okay, so here's the critical thing. If we find ourselves to be dealing with an unexpected backstory and a preponderance of exposition, then the sequel rules do not apply. Because we are not dealing with a sequel, you are dealing with the concluding chapter of a trilogy," he explained. "A trilogy?" Dewey asked, and Randy nodded.

"That's right. It's a rarity in the horror field, but it does exist, and it's a force to be reckoned with, because true trilogies are all about going back to the beginning and discovering something that wasn't true from the get go. 'Godfather', 'Jedi', all revealed something that we thought was true, that wasn't true. So if it is a trilogy we are dealing with, here are some super trilogy rules." Great more rules to try and remember while fight yet another fucking killer.

"One, we got a killer who's gonna be superhuman. Stabbing him won't work. Shooting him won't work. Basically, in the third one, we gotta cryogenically freeze his head, decapitate him, or blow him up." I raised my eyebrow at that, "really? Can't we just shoot him in the head and be done with it?" He shushed me and continued on.

"Number two; anyone, including the main character, can die. This means you, Sid, and you," he said, looking at me. "I'm sorry, it's the final chapter. It can be fuckin 'Reservoir Dogs' by the time this thing is through. Number three; the past will come back to bite you in the ass!" He gave me another look and I cleared my throat. "Whatever you think you know about the past, forget it. The past is not at rest, any sins you think were committed in the past are about to break out and destroy you."

He never took his eyes off me while saying that. I knew he was talking about Stu. This time around all that I've been hiding would come out into the public and then I'm fucking six ways to Sunday. "I'm just glad I got to be here and tell you all this. I made a tape back at Windsor as a just in case. Honestly, I'm surprised I survived since I lost my virginity to Karen Kolchak in the back of the video store in the porno section," Randy said.

"Creepy Karen?" Dewey asked, and I snorted, trying to keep from laughing. "Shut up! She's a nice girl!" Randy argued. "He went on a date not too long ago with her," I blurted out. Everyone looked at him, and he huffed out a heavy sigh. "She's a nice person!" After Randy was done with all his rule telling, and we calmed down from teasing him about Karen, we left the trailer. Sidney had to go to the bathroom, so I went with her while Gale went off to do her own detective work, and Dewey and Randy waited outside the sound stage for me and Sideny.

I stood at the sink, looking at myself in the mirror. Randy's words about the past coming back rang in my mind. I was so caught up in my own head that I didn't notice Sidney coming up beside me. "You okay?" I shook my head and looked at her. "Mmhm. Yeah, I'm fine." She turned the faucet on and washed her hands. We were getting ready to leave the bathroom when a noise from one of the stalls had us stopping in our tracks.

Sidney pulled out her pepper spray, and we slowly walked over to the stall. I took a deep breath and looked at Sidney, who nodded her head. She had her pepper spray ready, and I pushed the door open. A girl with short brown hair looked up at us after dropping her bag. I looked down to see a ghostface mask. Sidney bent down to help her pick up her things. "I wanted a souvenir. I didn't think anyone would mind," she said and quickly put all her stuff in her bag.

When she stood up and got a good look at us, her eyes got a little wide. "You're Sidney prescott! I'm you! Well, I mean, I play you in the movie, or I was supposed to." Sidney smiled at her, "it's nice to meet you…" The girl held her hand out, "Angelina. Well, I better get going. It was so nice to meet you both." Then she was gone.

"Well, that was weird," I said. Sidney bent down and picked something up. "Wait! You forgot your brush!" She headed for the door and rushed out into the sound stage. "Sidney, wait up!" I went after her, and we walked through a door, and as soon as I realized exactly where we were, I stood dead in my tracks. "Sidney, wait!" It was too late though she was already out the door.

I slowly walked through the hall and spun in circles. I was standing in the entryway of Stu's house. There were so many memories that came flooding back. It was unreal how accurate it looked. I looked into the living room. The first memory that came to mind was Randy going on about the rules to survive a horror movie.

"You don't know the rules?!" He stood up. "Great. Thanks, babe." He shrugged and looked at Randy. "Have an aneurysm, why don't you?" Randy stood in front of the tv and started his whole rule bullshit. "There are certain rules that one must abide by in order to successfully survive a horror movie. For instance, number one: you can never have sex." Everyone booed and threw popcorn at him. Stu kissed my neck. "It looks like we're dead, baby." I laughed and lightly hit him. "BIG NO NO!" Randy said, swatting at the popcorn.

"Sex equals death, okay? Number two: You can never drink or do drugs." There were cheers, and everyone raised their bottles. "The sin factor! It's a sin. It's an extension of number one. And number three: never, ever, ever under any circumstances say, "I'll be right back." Because you won't be back." Stu pulled out from under me and stood up, kissing my forehead, and then stood by the kitchen door. 'I'm gettin'' another beer, you want one?" He asked.

"Yeah, sure," Randy told him. Stu held his arms out, "I'll be right back," he said and backed into the kitchen. "See, you push the laws, and you end up dead. Okay, I'll see you in the kitchen with a knife."

That was all before shit really hit the fan and I learned that my boyfriend was a fucking psychopath who helped kill my mother. If only we could go back to the times before all this. Before the murders. Before our lives were made into a movie. We would never get away from this no matter how hard we tried.

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theexodvs · 11 months ago

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Why I Deconstructed out of the MRM

Now that Post+ is gone, I find myself needing to explain why I am no longer an MRA, this time in a publicly-viewable post.

I encountered the MRM during my young adulthood, about the time I developed an addiction to pornography. These two are linked, because both the MRA and the porn addict see are discipled into seeing women as objects, explaining the substantial overlap. I don't have a handsome mug or good social skills, and I thought as long as I was broke, I had no way of getting any women's attention. This made me bitter

Regrettably, much of my technical skills comes from finding workarounds to the filters I had put in place. My dad and I were involved in a full arms race, in which I ultimately had a Pyrrhic victory. Through this he patiently informed me on how what I was doing was poisoning my mind in regards to my view of women. He hit the nail on the head. He discussed the entitlement I felt that led me to porn. This was the same entitlement that embittered me into thinking they'd mistreat me and get away with it, without evidence.

When I got my first job, I was asked what sort of women I was into. I said I was into women with fuller-figured women, and word got around until a female coworker with a fuller figure came around and began to slap me on my rear. I was taken aback. She repeatedly asked to sleep with me as well. I asked my dad advice and he said he knew this situation was stroking my ego.

And it did. My ego was stroked harder than Randy Travis and Tim Curry put together. He further told me about a situation that occurred a few years after he was married, when a female coworker wanted to go on every business trip with him and even asked to share the same hotel room with him despite the company affording to lodge them separately. He found it in his heart to forgive her, but still sought to be transferred to a different department. His coworker, like mine, was discipled into thinking she had no value besides which and how many men she slept with. However, I was not raised to see women that way.

It was then I realized what my coworker was doing to me was what I had been doing to countless women through a computer screen. She was guilty of (confirmably) treating one man like a sex object, and I had already lost track of how many women I was guilty of treating like a sex object. What she did was wrong. What I did was worse. She later apologized for what she did. I did one of the hardest things ever in my life to that point. I had shoveled concrete in Honduran summer. I had run mules straight without a breather. I had stood in for managers during lunch rush. I had managed to get good enough scores on my ACT to skip an entire math class at university. What thing was harder than all of this?

I forgave her.

The thought of filing a harassment claim crossed my mind. Think about it: I was one formal complaint away from getting her fired. Any subsequent employer would ask her why she lost her job, and would likely refuse to hire her if they knew. With one formal complaint, I could have doomed this woman to a lifetime of begging and/or prostitution. My coworker's ability to provide for herself was not worth my personal sense of revenge.

Knowing that I was left off the hook for the things I had done, it started to dawn on me that men really have gotten the better end of the stick, and I began to examine the claims I had heard from the MRM. I found that most custody arrangements are decided outside the courts; conscription laws globally are written mostly by men, in order to fight wars that benefit rich men; that no-fault divorce benefits more men than women, and men who don't want to provide for their ex-wives had the option of not marrying them in the first place; and that women don't have an easier time than men making accusations of sexual assault. It was about eight months after my coworker and I reconciled that I fully discarded the MRM.

And I am glad I have.

#men's rights #men's rights movment #men's rights activist #men's rights activists #mrm #mra #mras #The MRM is cultic

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lindaseccaspina · 1 year ago

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Diary of the Revelliers in 1973

From Penny Trafford/ Sean Redmond – the band was the Revelliers and guess who the handsome fella playing the horn was? lol Sean also believes it was 1969. That is Randy Trimble holding the trophy, my brother Dale behind him and my brother Logan behind Dale. And that’s my Dad Fred Trafford walking with the boys. Carleton Place and Almonte Revelliers with Art Drader as Director.. The book of…

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#almonte #Carleton-Place #genealogy #History #Lanark-County #marching band #marching saints #Mississippi mills #ontario #revelliers #Revelliers Drum Corp

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sadkidwithocs · 5 months ago

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This is so interesting I want to answer these even thought no one ask😂I just want to introduce my idea about the one and only wrestling oc, “Faren”

🏁Jobber: Faren was born in wrestling family, his dad/ mom and older sister are wrestlers. At first he was just unemployed biker whose spend free time to ride a big bike with biker friends in Texas. But he must go back to Hawaii after knowing that his sister got injured from wrestling causing she must retired since she was teenage, All of hopes are fall into Faren to keep his wrestling family's reputation continue.

He start training wrestling since graduated from West Texas state University(Like Tito/ Ted Dibiase/ Barry etc.)

In Hawaii, he was trained by Ailani(his dad) and Fara (his sister)

🏁Billed from: Actually he was born in Honolulu, Hawaii but his billed from is Texas, USA. Someone backstage wants him to known as American biker instead of Hawaiian famous wrestler’s son

🏁heat: he’s babyface with all his wrestling life, actually he wants to turn heel as well.. because he knows himself that he’s smart-mouthed, he thinks being heel will has more privacy and opportunity but Pat Patterson not allows.

🏁ringmat: Technician

🏁finisher: Teardrop suplex is his main finisher, he also like Octopus submission but rarely use it bc it’s not fit for wrestling style in that era but Seiji can use this move more than him

🏁 botch: (I’m not sure the meaning of this topic, I’ll skip it)

🏁kayfabe: In-ring, Faren must act like flirty biker whose obsessed with his handsomeness and big bike life.. something like that, he is not allowed to reveal that he is married and has 3 children because he has many fan girls.

at backstage, he is family man and not confident in himself at all, not inly his face and body, but also wrestling career.

Faren’s story is all about backstage story/ road trip, so it’s non-kayfabe story

🏁 When he was newbie, he has ever wrestled in Canada and Montreal for short time and move to Japan at NJPW/ AJPW

He wrestled in WWF about 1986-1995, in mid-card role. He decide to goes back to NJPW and finally he’s famous here. Nowadays in Japan he’s known as Seiji’s cool dad.

🏁Faction: (I’m not sure the meaning of this topic)

🏁suplex: He has shoulder injury but not effect to his career that much.

🏁gold: I don’t have much information about this but main champ is he has ever hold Intercontinental champion once in WWF. But he though it’s but he thought that winning the championship that time was not memorable that much.. Because his role in WWF at that time was only mid-carder only.

In Japan, he has popularity award/ best foreigner award etc.

🏁feud: he has major feud with money inc. especially Irwin R Schyster. Because Irwin said he must pay a huge of import duty tax from Faren’s big bike and another taxes too. (But backstage they are very closed😂and Ted as well, he Faren’s senior, graduated from same university)

🏁tag team: The unconfident person like Faren VERY VERY wants tag team partner since he was debut at WWF so bad. But unfortunately, it never happened to him. He just has ever had temporary tag team partner

His body size/ type is in medium level like Tito Santana or Shawn Michaels, they’re not huge and tall like Hulk Hogan or Randy Savage.. He still wondered why many wrestlers with his size would have a tag team partner but he didn't have one, even though at that time WWF still had enthusiastic wrestlers with bodies size comparable to him, and deserves to have a push like “James Penzel”, the person that Vince wouldn't let him team up with Faren as babyface tag team but told him to has Corporal Kirchner role instead.

Faren has good relationship with Penzel, Penzel always stay humble bc he thinks even though he was U.S. Army paratrooper but still has less wrestling experience than many wrestlers. Plus, Penzel is the real bar fighter, he often protect his wrestling friends especially Mike and Barry(babyface) from bully drunkard. If he doesn't leave WWF and stay here for longer, he might be another member of “The slam fam”,the group of wrestlers who has a big feud with Canadian Mafia, just like Faren and Mike. And yes, nobody can touch Mike even an ants because Penzel is here.

Faren has ever wanted Mike(U.S.Express) to be his temporary tag team partner as well, because Mike is easy to work with/ professional and safe. And yes…finally they can work together, but not on the same faction.. bc Mike is now Irwin and must act cocky as hell in the ring, Faren has a headache about this bitch’s cheap chot a lot.

🏁era: 80s era

🏁Hall of fame: His dad(Ailani) was inducted in WWF Hall of fame already. But for Faren? He’s not Hall of famer yet, he knows himself that it won’t happened for sure, he was just mid carder when he was here, he can’t be very famous wrestler like his dad, he doesn’t expect anything.

🏁Entrance: hmmmm… have many kind of music🤔On fire- Van Halen was cool🔥. But many music style of Rikki Thrash can reminds me of Faren as well.

🏁rival: in-ring rival: Irwin R Schyster

Out-ring rival: mr.Hunter and henchmen

🏁Generation: Faren is 2nd generation, his son is famous wrestler also in Japan(NJPW)

🏁Mentor: Mike, not only about wrestling technique/ cut promo etc. but also family life.. he and Mike are dad of 3 kids

🏁cheap chot: Irwin’s briefcase, not use for smack nerdo’s head but for his fingers😂

WRESTLING OC ASK MEME

jobber ; why did your OC get into wrestling? when did they start training? where did they train? with who?

billed from ; where was your OC born? is it different from where they're billed from?

heat ; are they a heel, tweener, or babyface? have they ever changed from one to another?

ringmat ; what is your OC's wrestling style? are they a mat wrestler, a grappler, high flier, etc.?

finisher ; what are some of your OCs signature moves? did they inherent any from a mentor/partner? what's their finisher(s)? are their moves named?

botch ; have they ever had a major botch? what was it? how did things play out afterwards?

kayfabe ; how are they in the ring versus out of the ring? do you write them in a non kayfabe, semi-kayfabe, or full kayfabe world?

promotion ; what promotions/companies have they wrestled at? where do they wrestle now? are they famous for working at any specific company?

faction ; has your OC been in any factions? are they in one? what's their role if they have one? what's the dynamic like between them and their faction mates?

suplex ; have they sustained any major injuries? how did that effect their career? are they quick at recovering or no?

pay-per-view ; have they ever been on a PPV/PLE? where was their appearance on the card?

gold ; have they won any championships? what was their first one? how long did they have the belt(s)?

feud ; have they had any major feuds? with who, and why were they feuding?

tag team ; do they prefer singles or tag team wrestling? does your OC have a dedicated tag team partner?

era ; what decade/era is your OC based in? are they from the 80s? 90s? modern?

hall of fame ; is your OC a HoFer? are they likely a future one?

entrance ; what is your OCs entrance like? what (kind of) music do they use? have they had multiple entrances throughout the years?

rival ; do they have any notable rivals? what were those feuds like?

generation ; does your OC come from a wrestling family or is this something they pursued on their own?

mentor ; who trained your OC? have they had any mentor figures who helped them build their skills, including promo cutting and heel/face work?

manager ; has your OC ever been managed by someone else? have they ever managed someone?

cheap shot; is your OC the type to cheat in a match? if so what are some ways that they have?

#Faren’s story #wrestling oc #I think it can makes you know about my son more🥲👍🏼🔥#original character

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lorecatchup · 1 year ago

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RAW August 27, 2007: 53:26

He's doing an intergender tag team match

He wore his black and pink trunks to match her 😌

I can't believe he had a nose ring

He is looking so Tan and Smooth

Pearl voice: Long, Tan, and Handsome

Cody hasn't had anything to do story wise since Randy sent Dusty to the hospital but Randy was just beating the shit out of John Cena's dad while John Cena was handcuffed to the bottom rope and Cody came running out to stop him, Cody Rhodes, Defender of Dads

He started in July and it's October now and he's so much more confident already 🥹🥹 I'm so proud of my son, Cody Rhodes the Guy

He hasn't had any promos in a while but his ring presence is already basically Nightmare Cody

RAW October 15, 2007: 59:40/1:19:55

Hardcore Holly just said, direct quote: "I've been beating people up even before you were swimming around underneath your daddy's polkadots" right directly to Cody's face and that is such an unnecessarily vivid way to say that I am so uncomfortable lmaoooo

Oh my god he just slapped Cody so hard

Shawn Michaels is on and I'm reminded of Cody's "I've always fucking wanted you" delivered in an "almost homosexual" way

RAW October 22, 2007: 20:55/25:00

Another direct quote from a different wrestler (after Cody insulted the way he looks with bleached hair): "and after I'm done spanking you, you can dye your hair blond, that way you can be a thinner, less attractive, younger, certainly less talented version of your old man." [Gets very close] "see you in the ring, kid."

WWE writes such good fic dialogue omg

RAW December 10, 2007: 1:34:30

"Hot 8 Man Tag Team Action" lol ok

Dusty came back to watch Cody's first title win from the anounce desk 😭😭

look at our boy 😭😭

#lore catch up: year one

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randyortonhunk · 3 years ago

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Full-bodied daddy vibe, has he ever been this hot?

#randy orton #randy orton dad bod #randy orton sexy #randy orton sexiest man alive #randy orton sexy beast #randy orton hunk #sexiest wwe wrestlers #randy orton sex symbol #wwe hunks #randy orton hottest man alive #sexy randy orton #hot male wrestlers #randy orton handsome #randy orton hot #sexiest man alive #randy orton sexy af #hottest wwe superstars #hottest men alive #randy orton beautful man

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dirtywresling102 · 2 years ago

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Night Out - Randy Orton (18+)

Randy Orton x Female!Reader

Summary: Mom wants reader to come and meet her new boyfriend but the reader goes out and parties instead and meets a handsome stranger.

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Cream Pie, Semi Public sex, Sex in dark ally, Cussing, Reader is of age! Randy Orton being a dick. College Student!Female!Reader

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“Mom, I told you I can’t tonight.” You told your mother over the phone while checking yourself out in the mirror, applying red lipstick.

“Why can’t you, Y/N? I want you to meet him. What plans do you have on a Saturday night that makes you so busy?” You could hear the begging in your mothers voice laced in with disappointment.

You rubbed your lips together, making sure the red gloss smeared perfectly. Your eyes darted towards the untouched books collecting dust on the desk in the corner of the bedroom. “Studying.” You spoke through the speaker.

“Can’t you just take a night off from studying? Please?”

“Mom, I can’t. I promise myself that I'll get better grades this semester.” You somewhat spoke truthfully. You’ve been studying more than last semester but the bars always called your name to come out and drink.

Your mother let out a sigh in defeat. “I suppose your education is more important than my love life.”

“Mom-”

“It’s fine, Y/N. I wouldn’t expect you to drive so far just to meet some man I have feelings for.”

A low groan escaped from your lips, facepalming yourself. “Okay, I’ll come down next Friday after classes, how would that sound?”

A loud high pitched squeal screeched through the speakers, you had to pull the phone away from your ear before it burst your eardrums. “That sounds perfect!”

“Okay mom, I really have to go.” You eyed yourself in the mirror, wearing a tight red dress along with the same colored heels.

“Of course, don’t study too hard! I’ll see you next week. I love you.” Your mother squeaked.

A grin appeared on your lips as you looked at the books behind you in the mirror. “Oh, I’ll try not to. I love you too, mom.” With that you ended the phone call. You didn’t like to lie to your mother but this is what college is all about, partying, drinking and having a ton of sex.

Grabbing your keys and purse you headed towards the door, exiting out of your apartment. You’d rather get boocockied on by a hot guy than meeting your mother’s lover. Your parents divorced a few years ago because your dad cheated on her with a younger woman, she was a few years older than you.

Twisting the key, you locked the door and made your way down the hallway and out of your apartment complex. The sun set in the distance and the stars started to peek into the night sky along with the moon. You waved at your elderly neighbor who was watering her flowers.

“Hi Mrs. Kerrio.” You smiled.

“Going out, I see.”

“Just treating myself for studying so hard.” You gave her a grin.

“Yes, you do like to study the male body.” Mrs. Kerrio teased with a wink. You laughed at her response and walked to your car, you’ve lived there long enough for her to see some men walk in and out of your apartment. “Oh, to be young again.” She shook her head, continuing to spray her growing flowers and plants.

Arriving at the bar you did what you always do when it comes to getting a man in your bed. Scoping out the area of the place, seeing who are the couples aka the men that are off limits. Watching the group of people on the dance floor, grinding up against each other, you groan in disgust. It seems like nowadays the more ‘experimented’ gentlemen don’t come to the bars anymore. Sighing, you need to face the fact about dating someone your own age. The thought of that made you sick, just imagining dating a male that was basically a virgin and not knowing the female body made you not want to date.

Something caught your eye on the other side of the dance floor. A good looking man with a light tan, raised his glass in the air and wiggled his eyebrows. He looked fairly young, but looks are always deceiving. You acted as if you weren’t interested, a cat and mouse game was always fun.

Swiveling your chair back to face the bar you waited for the stranger to approach you. Stirring your fruity drink you waited and waited.

“Don’t act like you’re not interested.” A gravelly voice spoke beside you.

“Excuse you?” You arched your eyebrow at how he had so many other things he could say he chose to pick this.

“You saw me show interest in you and you turned around, waiting for me.” His eyes darted to my drink. “You’re also having a fruity drink.”

“Which means?” You eyed his ink covered arm; his wrists were covered in black symbols from his elbow to his shoulder covered in skulls, looking back up to his crystal blue eyes, the man also had a salt and peppered beard.

He chuckled. “Which means you’re waiting for someone to ask if they can buy you a drink, a real drink. Something stronger, something to really get you buzzed.” The male raised two fingers towards the bartender. “Two shots of whiskey, please.” The bartender who was cleaning a glass nodded his head, stopped what he was doing and started to serve us. Pouring whisky into two shot glasses he slid them towards us.

The man smirked, grabbing his glass and held it up. “To a new friendship?” He smirked, quickly tossing the shot back and swallowing it as if it was nothing.

“Or something more?” You grabbed your glass and quickly shot it back, luckily college taught you one thing, how to handle liquor.

“Randy.” He introduced himself.

“Y/N.” You licked the remaining whiskey off of your lips. “How’d you know all about what I was doing?”

“I can read women and what they want.” He shrugged.

“What do I want now?” You bit your bottom lip, looking up at him. Hoping to hear what you wanted out of his mouth.

“A nice, romantic date and wanting to get to know each other, dinner maybe and for me to meet your parents and see where it goes.”

Your face fell. This man wanted something and you’re here craving for something else than intimacy.

Randy laughed. “I’m joking, you obviously want to be pinned to a surface and have your pussy pounded.” He growled, his eyes becoming dark. “Lets face it, you don’t care about me and I don’t care about your family tree. I don’t care where you’re from or your past. All I care about is you giving me consent on fucking you.”

You swallowed hard, not expecting that you raised your finger up. Another shot of whiskey slid towards you. Grabbing the shot you drank it quickly, swallowing the burning liquid, you nodded. “Let’s fucking go.” You breathed out.

Randy slammed a twenty dollar bill on the counter, grabbing your hand and dragging you away from the bar. Not even caring about his change he was supposed to receive.

Walking out into the cool night, Randy looked around for his or your car in the parking lot full of vehicles. “Fuck it.” He snarled, dragging you into a dark alley and pinned you up against the rough brick wall.

You normally don’t fuck strangers in a dark alley passway but there was something about this man that made you want to do this. Randy spun you around, pushing your breasts against the brick surface and started to fumble with your dress, pushing it upwards. “Naughty girl, no panties.” He panted, his chest started to heave. His large hand smoothing over your bare cheeks, only to go downwards and cupped your already drenched pussy. “I’ve barely even touched you and you’re soaking wet.” Randy laughed, the tip of his index finger dipping past your folds, entering you.

A soft cry escaped from your lips, arching your back and pushing your hips towards the man for him to push more digits into you. “So needy.” He hummed, pulling his hand away from your heat you whined loudly at the lost contact. “I love it.”

You heard Randy’s belt buckle clank as he tugged his pants down. “Randy, hurry.” You needily whined out, swaying your ass.

Randy slapped your ass roughly and gripped it. “Be patient.” He sternly said, his hot breath hitting your neck. Randy pushed down his boxers and stroked his throbbing cock. He kicked your ankles, spreading your legs further apart.

“Randy please, I need you.” Randy shoved you roughly against the rigid wall. A soft whimper escaped your lips, a bit of terror ran down your spine from the roughness, but your pussy throbbed with excitement. You wouldn’t be surprised if bruises appeared on your breasts after being pinned so roughly against the wall.

“You want it so bad, then fine.” He hissed in your ear. Randy pinned your hips against the wall with his, grabbing the base of his cock he slid it in between your lips, pushing through your tightness.

You both moaned loudly, Randy quickly covered your mouth with his hand. “Shh, shh.” He hushed you as a group of college students walked past the entrance way of the alley, heading towards the bar you and Randy were in.

Once the group of young adults were out of sight, Randy started to pump his hips against you. His thick cock rammed in and out of your wet, aching pussy. “Oh my god, fuck- fuck yes.” Your cries were muffled by Randy’s hand. He let go of your mouth, turning your head towards him he placed his lips against yours.

His free hand gripped your waist as your hands were against the brick wall, trying to steady yourself from Randy’s forceful thrusts. As you held yourself up against the wall it bit at the palm of your hands, leaving scuff marks. You bit Randy’s bottom lip and gave it a tug, letting go.

“Such a whore.” He teased, a smirk on his lips.

“Then fuck me like a whore.” You nearly screamed as his cock hit your pussy from a different angle.

“Fuck, your pussy is so tight around my fucking cock. Nearly came when I entered you.” He groaned, his eyes fluttering shut.

“Fuck, just like that, don’t stop.” You wailed out, the coil in your stomach tightening. Randy’s cock twitched in your tight channel. “Is somebody about to come?” You teased, looking over your shoulder with a cocky smirk.

“Yeah, you are.” He let go of your waist and grabbed your hair, giving it a rough tug and started to thrust faster. Your lower belly grew hotter and tighter, your cunt gripped Randy’s cock like a viper grip. The hand that Randy used upon your mouth now in between your thighs, circling and rubbing your sensitive clit.

“Holy shit!” You screamed, clawing at the bricks, trying to dig your nails into the hard clay. “Yes, yes, yes.” You gritted your teeth and shut your eyes tightly as you were at the peak of your orgasm.

“Yeah come for me, fucking slut.” Randy’s grip grew tighter in your hair. You started to see dark spots as you reached your climax.

“I’m- I’m coming, I’m fucking coming.” You sobbed, your come creaming all over Randy’s cock.

“Fuck yes, come on be baby. Come on me.” Randy’s thick cock exploded in you, his hot come painting your walls white. “Fuck yes, take all of my come. Such a good girl.” He grunted, pumping his cock a few more times as he emptied himself in you.

You stood there shocked, he was the first man ever to come in you. You forgot a condom and you didn’t realize he didn’t wrap himself, maybe that’s why it felt so fucking good. Randy slowly pulled out of your tight cunt, watching both of your come slipped down your inner thigh. He chuckled at the sight of the mess on you. Your pussy pulsing now that there was nothing stuffed inside of you.

“That was fun.” Randy breathed out, already pulling his boxers and pants up.

“Y- Yeah, it was. We should do it again sometime, yeah?” You suggested fixing your dress while Randy was already tucking his shirt into his pants.

“Sorry sweetheart, one ticket per-person.” He winked. “Or should I say, one cream pie per-person.”

You frowned, not only did you let this man come in you, he was also fucking women with no protection. “You’re disgusting.” You scoffed, walking away, exiting out of the alley

“Don’t take it personally baby, it was fun!” He shouted out behind you.

The days rolled on and it was Friday night again. As you got ready to meet your mother’s new lover, you thought about the dark alley fuck you had last weekend. Wishing you stopped and tried to talk to the man instead of storming off, but then again what kind of man was he really after he said those things to you.

Sighing, you grabbed your purse and left your hotel room and made your way to your car.

Appearing at the restaurant you looked around, trying to find some familiar faces. “Y/N! Over here!” Your mother waved, making your way to the table full of siblings you sat next to your older brother.

“How’s college?” Your brother, Nic asked. “Fucked silly and sideways along with hangovers?” He snickered.

“Shut up.” You hissed, not wanting your mother to hear what you’ve been up to at college.

“Everyone, this is Randy.” Your head snapped towards your mother, at the other end of the table. The male with the familiar tattoos and cold blue eyes stared at you. Your jaw dropped at his appearance. “We’ve been dating for a couple of months and I wanted you all to meet him.” Your mother rubbed his shoulder to make him comfortable. “Randy, this is Nic, Adam and Y/N.” The two boys said ‘Hi’ but you didn’t say a word, just staring at the man that fucked you last week.

“Y/N, aren’t you going to say hi?”

You swallowed, trying to collect saliva in your dry mouth. “H- Hi.”

“Nice dress, Y/N.”

Your face became bright red, it was the same dress he fucked you in last week.

“Let’s eat.” Adam said, looking at the menu.

“Fancy mom’s boyfriend do ya?” Nic giggled next to you in a hush whisper.

“I don’t.” You hissed. Quickly grabbing your menu to hide your face in.

You didn’t even know what the fuck you ordered. Your mind was all over the place and your heart was racing. Everyone made small talk while you stayed silent.

“So, Y/N. Your mom says you're in college. What’s your major?” Randy asked, taking a bite from his food.

“Why do you care?” You grumbled, not wanting to give this man any information about your life.

“Y/N!” Your mother gasped. “Don’t be rude.”

“It’s fine, I understand.” Randy chuckled, licking his lips. “Do you drink, Y/N?”

“Y/N?” Your mother laughed. “Y/N doesn’t drink. She’s too busy with her nose in a book, studying.” Your mother dabbed her lips with a napkin.

Your eyes darted towards Randy while he smirked at you. “Oh, I understand.”

You placed your utensils down rather loudly and quickly pushed your chair out making a loud screeching sound. Everyone at your table and in the restaurant stared at you. “I need some air.” You made your way towards the exit.

Taking a deep breath of fresh oxygen, you tried to collect yourself. “So, you’re not a good girl like your mother thinks you are.” Randy chuckled.

“Did you know?”

“Know what?”

“That I was her daughter.”

“No.”

“Then why’d you do it?” You spat. “Why’d you fuck me?”

Randy looked away, swallowing. “I was once married too, okay? She helped me out with a drug addiction but once I got cleaned, I left her. I started to fuck other women, I went to bars to pick up girls your age.” His eyes looked at you, up and down, your stomach clenched. “Then I wanted something else, I wanted a woman a bit older. Well, your mother didn’t get the memo on what a one night stand was.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “So, I decided to stay... I thought I was ready to settle down again, but I craved for younger women. I didn’t want to break your mothers heart so I go out of town to fuck women, I went to the nearest town with a college.”

“Was I your first pick ever since you’ve been with my mother?”

“Yeah.” Randy scratched the back of his neck.

“Jesus fucking christ.” You placed your head in your hands, hopefully not smearing your makeup.

Randy stalked towards you. “How about we just go back inside and try to enjoy dinner.” You were about to push him away but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you close to him. “Be good or I’ll take you to the nearest alley and fuck you.” He growled.

“Is that a promise?” You batted your eyes, your panties now getting wet.

Randy smirked widely. “You're a dirty little minx, aren’t you?”

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wwenhlimagines · 2 years ago

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Hey can you do and imagine of hook and yn Orton (the vipers sister) and add smut plz

The Viper's Sister - Hook

Warning: Smut will be in part 2, but things get a little steamy in this part.

"Hey Y/N! How do you like it here? I know it must be weird to be away from Randy."

I turn around seeing Taz walking towards me and his son Hook following him. "Hey Taz, it is definitely a change that I am adjusting to, but it is nice to know he can't always poke his nose in my business. Don't get me wrong I love my brother, but I couldn't talk to a guy without him questioning me about it."

Hook looked up from his phone and let his eyes run over your body shamelessly before his dad hits him upside his head. "Keep it in your pants son. Don't scare her away already." I smirk as he shrugs and walks away leaving me with Taz. "I'm so sorry about my son, he may be the handsome devil in the ring, but he's clueless when it comes to women." We talked for a bit more until he had to get ready for commentary and I went to catering to get a snack.

When I get to catering, I sit down at a table and eat as I scroll through my phone until I see someone sit down next to me. I look him to see Hook leaning back in the chair with his arms crossed over his chest. "I hope my dad didn't bore you too much earlier." He watched intently as I set my phone down and turned my attention to him.

"Your dad is great to talk to he knows so much about this business. Plus, I'm used to that with Randy since I am so much younger than him." I watched him nod his head as he uncrossed his arms and leaned forward.

"I know he thinks I'm clueless when it comes to the ladies, but trust me I know what I like and right now I'm looking at it." I almost choked on the water I was sipping as I tried to stop myself from laughing.

"Really? I think your pops might be onto something. You need to work on your game if you plan on landing a hot piece of ass like me." I stood up and walked away swaying my hips a bit more than normal as he bites his lip and watches me walk away.

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The following week, I saw Hook trying to work up the courage to talk to me again, but he seemed to be unsure of himself. I started to feel bad as I might have broken his confidence, but I'm sure he can man up and make a move if he really wants me. Danhausen points towards me as they talk in the corner and Hook tries to look unbothered and Danhausen waves me over.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite devil and demon together in one place. What have you boys been talking about?" Danhausen tries to speak up, but Hook puts his hand on his chest and lightly pushes him back.

"We were just discussing your brother and how he would try to RKO me if he knew what I said last week." I try to refrain from showing emotion as Randy's protectiveness is one of the reasons I wanted to come to AEW.

"He probably would, but I'm a grown ass woman and I can stand up for myself and make my own decisions. My love life does not concern him." Hook's eyebrows perk up and he chuckles lightly before walking closer to me and backing me into the wall as Danhausen retreats to the locker room.

"I never said anything about love. Maybe you are the one getting ahead of yourself." I gulped as I looked up into his eyes seeing them full of lust.

Before I could even respond, he pressed his hips into mine and started leaving feather light kisses along my jawline. "Hook, we can't."

I could feel him smirk against my earlobe before he whispered in my ear. "What the Viper's sister is scared of getting caught?"

I groan as he slowly starts to grind his hips into mine. "Not scared, just don't want to get fired for fucking on the job."

He starts to suck the spot right under my ear as he wraps one of my legs around his hips opening me up for him. "Your body says otherwise. You seem pretty tense and I am very willing to help you relax."

I groan before I hear my name being called in the distance. "Shit, my match. Meet me back here after the show and we can finish this."

Hook smirks and smacks my ass as I jog away to go fight Anna Jay. I beat her in a few minutes, but she keeps giving me a strange look. When I pinned her she whispered to me, "What's on your neck?"

I shook my head ignoring her expecting her to just be playing mind games, but once I got backstage Danhausen came up to me and pointed to my neck. "Oh no, Y/Nhausen was bitten by a vampire!"

I went over to the Glam Squad and saw a hickey forming on my neck. I tried to stay calm, but I saw his backpack and knew he couldn't be far. "Hook! Get your ass over here."

He smirked as he sauntered over to me and ran his thumb over the hickey. "Y/N, what did you do?"

I grabbed his hoodie and pulled him down to be face to face with me. "Get your shit and pull your car around. We aren't waiting anymore." He smiles and walks off as I go back to the locker room to find my phone ringing.

I groan as I answer my brother:

"Hey Randy!"

"Don't hey Randy me right now. I saw the hickey on your neck, you better start explaining."

I huffed "I am a grown woman and I can make my own decisions. If I had known there was a hickey, I would have covered it. My mistake."

"You know how I feel about you leaving and I know I can't control you, but I'm looking out for your image. I don't want people to start calling your trashy because you have hickeys."

"I know! It won't happen again, but please just let me have my love life without you threatening to RKO every man I talk to."

He chuckles and sighs "I will try my best. Good match by the way, glad to see you learned some moves from me."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, goodnight Randy."

"Goodnight Y/N"

I hang up the phone and get changed into street clothes before heading out to find Hook in his car. "Get in sweet cheeks!"

I rolled my eyes as I got in the car and looked over at him. "Just drive you handsome devil." He smiled as he drove out of the parking lot heading to the hotel.

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#aew imagine #aew hook #aew hook fic #aew hook imagine #aew hook smut

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keoni-chan · 3 years ago

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list 5 facts about a favorite sim of yours, and send this to 10 simblrs whose sims you adore ♥♥♥

:D Thank you~

You get:

Josephine Burkett!

Josie misses her mother Rue more now that she's a mom herself. There's so much she would like to ask her. She talks to her dad a lot, but she would have loved to talk to her mom, too.

If you'd have told little Josie she would marry and older man (the Headmaster!), she would have laughed in your face. Little Josie wanted to marry a handsome prince, so she could be a princess. She also confesses that Randy’s way of speaking made her feel like a bit of a princess. So there's that :)

Kieran was the first one to nickname her Josie. Rue preferred to call her by her full name. But when Josie started to speak, she would refer to herself as Josie, and Rue gave in.

Josie's favorite color is orange, like the sunset.

Josie is allergic to cats, so no matter what wants little Penelope might roll, they will never ever ever get a cat.

#replies #text post

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eadanga · 2 years ago

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Royal Love Part 7

Summary: Now 18 Eleanor heads to her first year of college and falls for a handsome musician. Can she keep her royal secret be with her true love?

A/N: This series is for @kingliam2019 one of my 500 followers giveaway winners

Eleanor stands at her mirror doing her hair and makeup. A knock comes at the door and Marissa pokes her head in “Girl you ready?”

“Almost just doing my makeup”

Marissa grins “I love the dress where’d you get it?”

“Oh my aunt made it for me”

“Is she a designer? Can she make me a dress?”

Eleanor giggles “No she’s not a designer she just makes dresses cause she knows how to”

“Still this is amazing work I want a dress from her”

Eleanor smiles “I’ll tell her then now where are going”

“Oh there’s this new club that opened downtown it’s called Gold it’s super hot”

“Well who else besides me and you is coming?”

“Just a few girl friends and some girls annnnnd” Marissa winks “Cole is going to be there”

Eleanor blushes “Really?”

“Awwww you’re blushing you do like him”

Eleanor quickly turns away “We’re just friends”

“Mmmhm”

Eleanor rolls her eyes tries not to smile “Whatever you say”

“Now get your cute butt out the door”

Eleanor laughs as she grabs her purse and heads out

****

They arrive at Gold and Eleanor’s eyes marvel inside the club. The people dancing the music pumping through the speakers

Marissa grabs her arm “Oh there’s everyone let’s go” She pulls her over to where everyone was sitting and chatting

“Hey guys this is my roommate Eleanor. Eleanor this is Josh Randy, Anna, Lacey, Dee Dee and you already know Cole”

Eleanor waves “Hi everyone” Then she turns to Marissa “You haven’t been here long how do you know so many people?”

“I’m sure they love my charming personality”

Lacey giggles “More like annoying”

Everyone laughs as Marissa playfully shoves her

Josh grins “So Eleanor Marissa tells us you’re from Europe” “Oh yeah I’m from Cordonia”

Anna squeals “Oooh have you seen the palace or met the king and queen?”

He’s my father Eleanor takes a deep breath “Uh no not really”

Lacey pouts “Really? Marissa you said her dad is high in politics”

“Oh he is and when I said not really I meant I just greeted him that’s all”

Anna sighs “Boo I was hoping for more”

Randy rolls his eyes “Stop hounding the girl you’re making her nervous”

“Oh no it’s fine Marissa let’s talk” Eleanor pulls her away from everyone else “Please don’t tell anyone else about my family I don’t want people to like me because of that”

“Oh I’m sorry I didn’t know I won’t say anything else swear on everything”

“Thank you and plus my dad told me to keep it private”

Marissa mimes her lips being zipped “My lips are sealed I won’t say anything else”

Eleanor giggles “Thank you” They return back to the group “So are you all up for drinks”

Josh claps his hands “Now you’re speaking my language!”

Cole chuckles “Just take it easy man I’m not hauling your drunk ass home”

Everyone burst out laughing as Josh rolls his eyes

Anna turns to Eleanor “So I’ve been hearing that Alyssa’s been giving you problems”

Eleanor sighs “Yeah she’s been hounding me all cause she’s a jealous bitch”

Lacey scoff “She’s more than that I really wish I can beat her ugly ass”

Randy shakes his head “I really wish you didn’t date that girl man”

“Let’s not talk about her let’s have a good time” Cole downs the last of his drink “Let’s dance guys”

Everyone heads out onto the dance floor. Eleanor dances with the girls till she feels a pair of arms come up behind her she blushes as she hears a familiar voice

“May I have this dance with you?”

Eleanor turns and faces Cole “Yes you may” They dance together “Really don’t do that I thought you were some random guy I was about to knee”

Cole laughs “Sorry about that”

“You were quiet it tonight”

“Well it’s just”

“Just what?”

“I didn’t want to hog all your time I mean everyone deserved to know how great you are”

Eleanor blushes “Oh thank you you’re great too Cole”

“So listen Elle would you like to”

“Cole!”

Cole curses under his breath “Dear God please don’t let that be”

Alyssa storms up to him “What are you doing here dancing with her?!”

“That’s none of your business now can you go away”

“No! I asked you to come here with me and you said you weren’t coming!”

“Did I? Shocker I lied”

Alyssa stomps her foot the glares at Eleanor “This is all your fault! I hate you!” She lunges at Eleanor but she dodges her and she lands flat on her face “Ow!”

Eleanor laughs “You should really learn to stay on your feet” Alyssa quickly gets up and lunges again but Eleanor tackles her and pins her to the ground “You and Cole are over! Get over it and move on!” Eleanor huffs as she releases her

Alyssa snarls “You bitch you’re gonna pay I’m gonna destroy you” She stomps away

Eleanor rolls her eyes “She’s pathetic”

“I know you wanna step outside you probably need air after that” Eleanor nods and they head outside “Those were some moves where did you learn that?”

“Oh dad always thought it was good to learn to protect yourself”

“Can you show me sometime?”

Eleanor smirks “The great football captain wants me to show him some moves?”

Cole chuckles “Very funny how about you come and meet my family for the weekend”

“Really?”

“Yeah they’re throwing a BBQ you can come and experience Texas BBQ”

Eleanor smiles “I love it I’ll be there”

Cole smiles “Great we better get back in before everyone starts wondering where we are”

Eleanor giggles as they walk back in then she sighs Meeting Cole’s family it’s ok no pressure at all

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#Royal Romance #king liam #liam x mc #Liam Rys #trr liam #choices trr #trh #trr/trh #the royal heir #the royal finale #the royal romance

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aellynera · 4 years ago

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The Best Years of Your Life (Reeves x Reader)

THE BEST YEARS OF YOUR LIFE

(hey hey, this is my other submission for @wasicskosgirl and her 800 follower celebration! and yes, you read that right - it’s REEVES. i had a lot of fun writing it and i hope you enjoy reading it! CONGRATS Amanda!!)

Word Count: um like 6200ish oops it was supposed to be a blurb

Summary: They say the best years of your life happen in high school, but what do they know?

Warnings: Some language. Female reader implied but no pronouns/description. Teenage angst. Adult wistfulness. Mostly fluffy tho. No promises about proofreading. Frog murder.

with the prompt - “Like what you see?”

It all started back in high school. Sometimes you wonder how often people say that, and if it’s really true or they’re just falsely remembering how things happened because high school is supposed to be the best four years of your life.

But in this case, it’s true. Because high school is when you met Reeves.

Sophomore Year. High School. A Friday.

It was the third day of sophomore year, fourth period on a Friday morning, your last before the lunch break. Biology class was maybe the one you were least looking forward to, not exclusively because of the required frog dissection, but pretty damn close. Gross. And you never understood why the school year didn’t just start on a Monday, but you were new here in San Diego. Maybe they just did things differently.

It was bad enough being the new kid. It was worse when you walked into class halfway through the lecture, even if it wasn’t your fault. The timing of the move was weird, and you’d spent most of the first two days, and this morning, doing placement tests and talking to your counselor.

And now you were being called out in front of the entire class.

“Ah, there you are,” your teacher announced as you walked in the door. “Everyone, this is our new student, please make them feel welcome. You can sit over there.”

Your eyes followed as she motioned to the empty seat at the lab table in the back of the room. Suddenly you weren’t sure if your face felt hot because of embarrassment or because of the boy in the other chair.

Dark, curly hair cut close on the sides but longer on the top. Deep brown eyes framed by long, long lashes. Full, plush lips curling up into his cheek on one side. A nose that, okay, maybe might be a bit oversized but for some reason worked on his handsome face and--

Well, shit. Definitely not the embarrassment.

You shuffled your way to your seat and slid into it with your head down. A few students watched you curiously but soon turned their attention back to the lesson. You tried your best to focus on what was going on, to not look to your left at the distraction next to you.

You weren’t very successful.

By now you thought you’d sneaked enough covert glances to know that we was wearing a leather jacket, had a small diamond stud earring in his left ear, a bunch of silver-studded brown suede wrap bracelets around both wrists, a silver ring on his right index finger, and oddly precise handwriting as he took notes. In between relevant facts the teacher was sharing, he was doodling tiny music notes in the margins of his notebook.

And he totally caught you looking.

“Like what you see?” he leaned over and whispered.

Your mouth felt drier than the Sahara but also somehow so moist you were afraid you might have actually drooled on yourself. You should have opened your mouth to respond but your brain refused to make the connection. Probably for the best.

At least, at first. When it finally caught up to you, the only response your brain could provide was, “Maybe?”

Now would be the perfect time for the floor to swallow you whole.

He just winked at you and his attention went back to the doodles around his notes.

You shifted your gaze back to your own notebook, but you don’t know if anything else of importance was said, and don’t remember writing anything down. The bell ringing sharply pulled you back to reality and you hastily shoved your books in your backpack, ready to escape.

Just as you were about to leave, a voice called out. “Hey, sorry about earlier. If I freaked you out or anything.”

You looked up. He was smiling at you, a little shyly. You bit your lip, your brain and mouth still refusing to connect.

He stuck his hand out. “I’m Reeves. You’re new here?”

“Um…” you smacked yourself internally. This was ridiculous, you weren’t really shy, you knew how to have a conversation, he was just introducing himself. You were going to have a serious conversation with your brain later about proper communication techniques.

It felt like hours had passed, but you finally pulled yourself together enough to respond. “Yeah. My- my dad got transferred for work, we moved here like a week ago. He literally dragged the family across the country. I’m originally from New York City.”

His eyes lit up. “Oh, cool! I always wanted to go to New York City!”

You found yourself smiling back.

“Do you...wanna sit with me at lunch?” he asked, tilting his head to the side. “Maybe you could tell me a little about the city? And...about you, since we’re gonna have to commit heinous acts of violence on an amphibian together? I’d like to know who’s wielding a scalpel next to me.”

The giggle that escaped your throat could not be contained. This boy - Reeves - was adorable. “Oh. Okay, yeah. I’d really like that.”

The Present.

Poor Lenny the Frog never stood a chance. Then again, neither did you.

To be fair, Lenny was already dead when you and Reeves got your hands on him. Well, when you got your hands on him, because for the full first half of that specific class period, Reeves refused to touch him and nearly turned as green as Lenny once was. That’s when he insisted on naming your cadaver, because somehow giving it a name made it easier to deal with.

You were pretty sure Reeves was nuts.

By the middle of sophomore year, you were dead too, but not for the same reasons.

By the middle of sophomore year, you weren’t sure how you were still alive, because every time he looked over at you and gave you a sly smile during class, gave you that look, you felt your heart go taut and you forgot how to breathe and certainly, rightfully, should have been dead.

Your friend Alexis stuck her head into your bathroom. “Hey, we’re just waiting on Vanessa, and then we’re good to go. Drinks first? The show doesn’t start until 8 so we have time.”

You glanced up from your makeup and nodded. “Yeah, that sounds good. I’ll be out in a few minutes.”

Alexis grinned. “Aaaaaah I’m so glad you agreed to go out tonight! It’s gonna be so much fun!”

“Oh, it’s gonna be something,” you muttered, going back to your eyeliner.

Alexis had been the first one to see the concert announcement about a week ago. A benefit show at one of the clubs down in Greenwich Village, some punk revival thing (for charity) with a bunch of different singers and musicians. Not normally your scene, but Alexis scanned through the names and suddenly remembered you’d known Reeves in high school. You said yes, he was in your class, and you’d been lab partners once. Vanessa squealed in excitement and Alexis announced you were going to the show. There was never any actual agreement.

Because of course Reeves was going to be there. And of course, you had to be too.

Junior Year. The Parking Lot. A Tuesday.

“I’m just saying, it was a ridiculous foul, and it should never have been called,” Reeves groused as you walked out of the gym.

“We also should have made like twenty more of our own foul shots,” you pointed out.

The Lake Howell Silverhawks had fallen to their arch-rivals in a somewhat glorious fashion. You didn’t even like basketball that much. But that didn’t really matter. The games were just an excuse to go out for burgers before and hang out with your friends during.

It was definitely an excuse to hang out with Reeves.

Junior year, you were both disappointed to find you didn’t have any classes together, but you still almost always ate lunch together. He’d come over to your house to study during the week and sometimes just to chill out on the weekends. Over the past year, he’d shown you all around the city and taken you to his favorite places. You told him all about New York, how you missed it and one day you’d go back, and all the famous sites and which ones were tourist traps that he was only allowed to visit the very first time and then never again.

You spent so much time together, even your mother liked to tease you about why he wasn’t your boyfriend.

It took a while for you to find the words to tell her it was because he was someone else’s.

As much as you liked to pretend she didn’t change anything, Randie Rustenberg changed everything. It was gradual, like a creeping vine of ivy, and she slowly took him over. There was no malice; it was just one of those things that happened. Reeves spent less time with you, his best friend, and more time with Randie, his girlfriend.

The girlfriend you desperately wished was you, because ever since that first biology class you’d had the biggest, stupidest crush on him.

Eventually you had a boyfriend of your own. Theo was a nice guy, he really was. Polite, friendly, had a good sense of humor, liked your family. And your family loved him. Your mother was so happy that you had a boyfriend, she seemed to forget to ask how Reeves was and if you’d seen him lately.

Of course you saw him. You saw him every day, in the cafeteria, at his locker, passing by in the halls. Sometimes you could find him playing the grand piano on the stage in the empty auditorium. Yes, if your mother bothered to ask, you saw Reeves all the time. Now it was just always with her.

Except this week. It was a break of sorts, no classes, just some sports and other school activities. Randie was on some trip with her parents for some kind of church function, and Theo was fishing with his dad on some lake up north. He’d told you where, but you honestly couldn’t be bothered to recall. So when a bunch of your friends and a bunch of his friends all said everyone was going to the basketball game, there was no debate.

As if there was any way you’d say no.

Sometime during the game, your friends wandered off to the snack bar and never ventured back. His friends started a game of hacky-sack under the bleachers. And you found yourself pretending to understand all the finer points about hoops strategy, cheering and yelling along with Reeves and having a great time, just like you used to.

“Where’d you park?” he asked as you left the gym and headed out into the sea of cars. You vaguely pointed in the direction of yours and he grinned. “Oh, good, I’m that way too. Come on, I’ll walk you.”

The faint glow emitted by the lampposts in the parking lot bounced off his curls and his eyes, when you could catch a glimpse, were bright beneath them.

As if there was any way you’d say no.

The walk wasn’t very far, but it felt like it was over in a second. You hadn’t said anything on the way, just soaked in the comfort of walking next to him as he kept commenting on the game.

He was waving his hands everywhere, looking at them as he talked as if his hand motions would make things make any more sense to you, in the middle of saying something about your center and how they needed to get better about blocking out when you finally spoke.

“Oh, shit.”

Reeves looked up at you. “What, you don’t agree?”

You dropped your bag on the ground and rolled your eyes. “No, my car is locked and I left my keys inside.” You pointed to the passenger seat. Your keys stared back at you derisively.

You both stared back at them for a moment, then he grinned. “Hang on, I got you.” He held up one finger and trotted off to his car, coming back a minute later with something in his hand. “This should take care of it.”

You took a step back. “Reeves? Um. Okay, why do you have a coat hanger in your car.”

He rolled his eyes back at you. “For emergencies, duh.” He quickly twisted the hanger into a hook shape and went to your passenger side window.

“And why do you know how to break into a car with said coat hanger?”

“Like I told you,” his tongue poked out between his teeth as he worked, “for emergencies. You think I haven’t locked my own keys in my car once or six times?”

“Did Randie teach you how to do this?” The words were out of your mouth before you could think. She probably had. She might have been churchy when required, but she was also responsible for about half of Reeves’s stints in detention (the other half just being him making the wrong joke at the wrong time and pissing a teacher off.)

Thank god he didn’t seem to hear you as he kept working at the lock. Finally you heard a *click* and he pumped a fist into the air with a little “yessss!”

And then you’re not really sure what happened. You bent down to pick up your bag and then you were standing up and Reeves’s face was literally about three inches away from yours and for the eight thousandth time since you’d know him, you forgot how to breathe.

Neither of you said anything for what felt like days. You just stared at each other under the dim halo of the parking lot lights.

“Here you go.” He took your hand and dropped your keys into it.

“Thanks,” you whispered.

“Like what you see?” the corners of his mouth quirked up, just the slightest little bit.

“...Maybe.”

And the staring recommenced. Were you two getting closer? Physically closer, you meant, of course you were close, you’d always been close. Well, at one time you were really close but then Randie Restenberg happened and it wasn’t fair that she got to know what those lips felt like and did he always smell this good or--

“Yo, Reeves!” A pickup truck full of guys skidded to a stop behind your car and one of his friends - Jake? Jack? you barely remembered your own name right now - stuck his head out the window. “Fight to the death ping pong tourney at Matt’s house! You in?”

Reeves bit his lip and closed his eyes for a second before he pulled back with a soft “I’m sorry” before turning to his friends. “Um, yeah, sure. Sounds brutal. I’ll meet you there.”

The pickup sped off, tires screeching out of the parking lot. Reeves turned back to you, but you’d already gotten into your now unlocked car and started the engine.

You rolled down the window a fraction and gave him a weak smile. “Hey, um. Thanks for saving my butt. Now go kick theirs at ping pong, yeah?” Your face felt so hot, and for once you were grateful for the dim lights in the lot.

“You could, um, come along if- if you want.”

“Nah, I’m...I’m tired, I’m just gonna...um, head home. But I’ll see you tomorrow maybe?”

Reeves looked like he was about to say something else, but he didn’t. He just stepped onto the curb in front of your car, smiled, and raised his hand in a little wave as he watched you drive off.

The Present.

A series of shrieks and the slamming of the door told you Vanessa had finally arrived. It sounded like they were jumping up and down on the tile just inside your front door, which was ridiculous since you’d all just seen each other the day before. But typical.

You smoothed a pinkie under your eye, checked your makeup one final time, and went into the living room.

“Oh, you look hot,” Vanessa gushed. She grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and plopped down on your couch. “Who are you trying to impress tonight?”

“Reeves, of course,” Alexis laughed, leaning on the kitchen counter. She sorted anything she might need from her big purse into a little evening bag as she talked. “You know we go to all his shows. And you know they went to high school together.”

You snorted. “That was a long time ago. I’m not even sure he’d remember me.”

Vanessa waggled her eyebrows. “You’re probably right, No offense, honey, but no one was that hot back in high school.”

He was, your brain supplied. Very helpful. You smiled wanly.

Vanessa continued. “But you were friends, right? You’ve never really talked about it. God, it must be so cool now to think that you were friends with Reeves back when he was an awkward high school teenager.”

“Reeves was never awkward,” you laugh. “It was kind of unfair.”

“But you totally had a crush on him,” Alexis offered.

Had? What do you mean, had? Oh my god, shut up, brain.

A pillow flew in your direction and you ducked as Vanessa giggled and Alexis rolled her eyes. “Come on, tell us something about him,” Vanessa goaded. “Wait. Was he, like, your prom date? That’s your secret! You totally went to prom with Reeves and you never told us!”

Senior Year. Prom. A Saturday.

The night was not supposed to go this way.

It was supposed to be limousines and corsages and dinner with dates and friends. It was supposed to be endless pictures while your mother told you how gorgeous you looked and how handsome he was and your father gave a thinly-veiled shovel talk about how he knew what happens on prom night and what would really happen if that actually happened. It was supposed to be punch and cookies and balloons. It was supposed to be dancing closer than the chaperones were comfortable with and kissing with tongue when they weren’t looking.

It was supposed to be the best night of your life. It was supposed to be fun.

Nowhere in your weeks of dreaming of this night did it involve sitting on a bench in the girls’ locker room, knees pulled up to your chest, while the party carried on in the gym just beyond.

It definitely didn’t involve crying.

The bass beats of the deejay and the harmony of laughter temporarily got louder as the locker room door opened, and then faded back into a muted thumping as the door closed again a second later. You could hear footsteps headed in your direction but before you could unfold yourself and wipe your tears away, a familiar voice called out.

“Hey, there you are!”

Being able to find the words to describe how he looked in his tux, his curls slightly tamed by some gel, the blue rose (of course it would be an off color, why would he pick something standard?) pinned to his lapel, his lopsided grin… Finding the words was nearly impossible.

Of course he would show up now. Because your night wasn’t already crappy enough and half the reason you were sitting there weeping instead of out there dancing was standing right in front of you.

You realized that wasn’t fair. It was probably more like, twenty-five percent of the reason, and it wasn’t his fault. But that didn’t make it any better.

“Why are you in the girls’ locker room, Reeves?” you sniffled.

He furrowed his eyebrows and his nose scrunched up in concern as he took in your mascara-streaked cheeks and puffy red eyes. “One of your friends said you came in here like half an hour ago and nobody’s seen you since. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“I’m fine.”

“Clearly not.” He sat down next to you. “Wanna talk about it?”

A deep, shaky sign left your chest. You didn’t really want to talk about how, earlier in the evening, you’d excused yourself to use the restroom and come back to the gym to find Theo dancing with...you didn’t remember her name, nor did you care. You didn’t mind that he was dancing with another girl, in theory, but it was another matter entirely when his hands were on her ass and she was sucking a deep purple mark into his neck. And he was laughing.

A short, vicious argument ensued in the coat room after you’d cut in and dragged him off by the elbow. And it turned out that he’d been seeing whats-her-name for months, somehow, behind your back while pretending that everything was perfect with you. When he was supposedly visiting his grandparents? He was with her. When he had to work an extra shift? He was with her. When he got off the phone with you, saying he needed to get to bed early? He was calling her.

Prom wasn’t supposed to involve a very public break-up.

And things didn’t get any better when, deciding you needed something to drink, you went back into the gym and immediately saw Reeves and Randie, dancing cheek to cheek, arms snugly wrapped around each other as a soft, romantic song wafted through the air. Because of course he was with her. She was his girlfriend and Reeves wasn’t a detestable cheating asshole.

There was always another her.

You couldn’t handle it.

So you took off to somewhere almost guaranteed to be empty. You figured the locker room wasn’t really the kind of place kids would want to make out, and you were right. It was blessedly empty. Until now.

But you couldn’t tell him the second part, so you just went with the first. His eyes got wide as you blubbered through the sordid details of Theo being a complete and utter twat. Another quivery sob half-burst from you and Reeves got up. He grabbed a few paper towels from the dispenser and handed them to you as he sat back down.

“Thanks,” you hiccuped.

“I never liked him,” Reeves announced.

You found yourself choking on a huff of air. “What? Yes you did! Everybody loved him. That’s what makes it extra shitty.”

“Did you?”

“What?”

Reeves cocked his head and looked at you with an expression you couldn’t quite place. “Did you love him?”

Your mouth opened and closed but nothing came out. Why did you always seem to forget how to make words when Reeves asked you questions?

“What?”

He shrugged. “Everyone else loved him. Did you?”

You used every last ounce of willpower you had to not jump up on that bench and shout that of course you didn’t love Theo, you idiot, because I love you.

That would not make this night any easier.

The next thing you knew, Reeves put an arm around your shoulders and pulled you into his chest, hugging you soundly. He rested his cheek on the top of your head. “Doesn’t matter. You’re better off without him.”

You dabbed at your eyes. Nope, still couldn’t make words.

Minutes, hours, days. You had no idea how long you stayed like that, pressed to him and feeling him breathe beneath you. You no longer had any idea how long it had even been since everything crashed around you and he’d come to try and help you pick up the pieces. You just listened to his heartbeat, strong and steady, as the muffled music and joyful shouts of classmates went on past the closed door.

Finally he spoke again. “Hey, you wanna get one of those complimentary pictures?”

“What?” Oh, great. You were finally able to answer his question but you could still only come up with that one word? Stupid brain.

“Well, I…” he sat up straight and, after the briefest look into your eyes, he glanced away. Was he blushing? You weren’t sure. “I always kind of...I kind of thought we’d have a prom picture together. I mean, I just figured, y’know, we’d go with a bunch of friends, but I always hoped I’d get a picture with my best friend.”

The sniffles were back in an instant. Damn him. “Reeves, I...you really want to get a picture now? I look horrible, I can’t get a picture taken like this!”

He took the paper towel from your hand and gently dabbed at your cheeks. “You couldn’t look horrible if you tried. Come on, it’ll be fun. And just think how excited your mom will be when she gets a copy of it.”

Despite your best efforts, you had to laugh. “Okay.”

You headed to the photo area after you washed your face, Reeves helped you wipe off the stray streaks of mascara, and you reapplied just a bit of makeup to make yourself feel better. You were never sure what Reeves said to the photographer before the shots, but he seemed quite happy to take multiples. Reeves stayed pressed against your back with his arms down around your waist, hands clasped together in front of you, for each and every one.

At some point between the second and third shot, he leaned just a little closer into you and you suddenly felt his breath against your ear. “Like what you see?”

For maybe the first time that entire night, your face broke into a genuine smile. “Maybe.”

For a few minutes, your night was absolutely perfect.

The Present.

It was the greatest date that never was.

“No, Reeves was not my prom date,” you told your friends with a shake of your head.

You left out most of the other details, partly because you didn’t want to answer eight hundred questions from Vanessa and partly because, well, you just wanted those moments for yourself.

After the pictures, Reeves had asked if you would like to dance. Until then you didn’t realize it was possible for eyebrows to shoot that far up a person’s forehead, but yours were up for the challenge. You’d mumbled something about if Randie would mind, because you were sure she absolutely would, but he brushed it off. Randie had gone off with her friends when he came to find you, and he really wanted to dance with you, just one dance with his frog murder accomplice. And he said that with a straight face and a twinkle in his eye and there was no way you could refuse.

As if there was any way you’d say no.

One dance turned into two, and then several, until the girlfriend in question finally did show back up and Reeves was pulled away, leaving you with a soft smile and a mouthed “sorry”.

Definitely the greatest never-date.

After prom, life returned to what vaguely resembled normal. Your love life sucked and Reeves still had a girlfriend that wasn’t you, and you didn’t see him much. To be fair, the end of senior year and graduation did creep up pretty fast so there wasn’t a lot of time anyway. Graduation was there before you knew it; he cheered for you and you cheered for him as you each walked across the stage. You made brief appearances at each others’ graduation parties and talked a bit and then, once again before you knew what happened next, it was time to leave for college.

You went back to New York. Reeves stayed on the west coast.

And over the years, like so many other people before you and after you, you just fell out of touch.

“And anyway,” you asserted, “we were just kind of friends. Yeah, like I told Alexis before, we were lab partners sophomore year, and we hung out sometimes, but that was it. Really.”

Alexis snorted and Vanessa narrowed her eyes. “Mmmhmm.”

You threw the pillow back at her. “Mmmhmm.”

“All right, you two,” Alexis chided. “Come on, let’s get going.”

Somehow, you managed to get down to Greenwich Village without further interrogation and minimal shenanigans.

The Present. One Hour Later. Another Saturday Night.

The bar inside the club was pretty packed. Granted, it was a Saturday night down in The Village, so it wasn’t too uncommon, but you were honestly surprised that this many people showed up for a punk retrospective.

There were a few other relatively big-name acts you recognized on the bill, and a fair number of people were wearing t-shirts with Reeves’s most recent album cover on the front. There were even a few that had shirts with his face on it, which was frankly kind of weird.

“Looks like you’re not his only number one fan,” Vanessa smirked.

“I just enjoy his music,” you said off-handedly as you tried to flag down a bartender. “But anyway, tonight isn’t even about him. We’re just here to support charity, right?”

Alexis pretended to agree with you. “Right.”

You glared at both of them before turning your attention back to the bar. Yes, you came to every one of his shows in the area. When you had time. When you could take the night off. When you could rearrange your schedule and switch shifts at the last minute and promise favors to be able to attend them. When you maybe once or twice just called out sick because nothing else worked. So what.

They were really starting to get on your nerves.

The bartender finally noticed you and took your order, and you looked around the club again while you waited.

Lots of people, ranging from just-allowed-to-buy-booze to mid-sixties businessmen. A few folks that looked to currently be in their golden years but were clearly once punks in their prime. Many people in black and chains and mohawks and neon hair and piercings, to the point where you honestly couldn’t tell who was a performer and who was a patron.

The one person you were looking for was the one that you couldn’t pick out of the crowd.

“He’s gotta be here somewhere!” Vanessa’s voice shouted from somewhere behind your shoulder.

“Vanessa, you’re getting a little weird about this,” you called back as you grabbed your drink and turned around.

“Like what you see?”

Eyes wide and mouth slightly hanging open, you almost dropped your full glass.

Vaguely, nearby, you heard the sound of glass shattering and shot a glance to your left. Alexis really had dropped her drink, and Vanessa was clutching onto her arm for dear life. She was holding her glass at a slightly odd angle and the contents were dripping onto one of her shoes.

The crowd silently pulsed backwards as one, clearing out around the four of you for a respectable distance. Several people watched curiously; surprisingly, they just stood back and stared instead of trying to get involved.

Reason Number One why you really couldn’t blame them: Reeves stood there, right in front of you. Literally less than two feet away, looking right at you. His mouth pulled up into his familiar lopsided grin, his hair still dark but shot through with strands of silver, curly on the top and shorter on the sides. His nose with the little dent, perfect on his face under those dark, luminous brown eyes and...holy shit, was he wearing eyeliner? He was wearing eyeliner.

Reason Number Two why you really couldn’t blame them: Leather pants. Under his old, faded t-shirt and black leather jacket (you were used to seeing him in brown, but you had to admit the black looked good) he was wearing leather pants.

Reason Number Three why you really couldn’t blame them: Quite simply, Reeves was standing in the middle of a bar in New York City and he was talking to you.

You blinked once, then twice. You may have blinked more times but all you could think about was the fact that, after all these years, your brain still couldn’t make words when Reeves asked you a question.

That same old question.

Suddenly you were grinning back, completely ignoring your friends and their dumbfounded squawking and sputtering next to you. You were smiling because even though your brain couldn’t make full sentences of words, it could pull one particular word out of the void and let it come out past your lips.

“Maybe.”

Reeves grinned fully now, his eyes lighting up and the crinkles at the corners deepening.

Someone - maybe Vanessa, maybe a total stranger, you couldn’t be sure - might have swooned from the sidelines.

“Always told you I wanted to come to New York,” he said.

“Always told you I’d go back.”

And the next thing you knew, the next thing that made any sense anywhere in your mind, was that Reeves had stepped forward, wrapped his arms around you, and placed the softest, sweetest, most heart-achingly gentle kiss on your lips.

You pulled away in a daze, felt the heat rising in your cheeks, as you heard a muffled choking sound halfway behind you. Definitely Vanessa.

Alexis and Vanessa’s eyes, already bugging out of their faces, nearly fell out of their sockets when Reeves turned to address them.

“Hey, ladies. I’ll come talk to you after the show, but for now, I just need to borrow your friend for a few minutes, okay?”

There were somehow still more bizarre, mostly inhuman noises that came out of your friends and even later, when they’d deny ever acting like that in front of a famous rock star (and rolled their eyes at you when you corrected them that he was a musician, not a rock star), it wouldn’t matter because you weren’t paying a single bit of attention to them them anyway.

You only had eyes for one person.

He took your hand and pulled you past the bar, into a little room in the back; the office, presumably. The second you were both inside, he wrapped his arms around your waist and looked you in the eyes. He just stared for a few minutes, or maybe hours, you weren’t sure.

It really didn’t matter.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to do that?” he whispered.

“Third day of school, fourth period biology class, sophomore year?”

Reeves smiled softly. “The second you walked in that door.”

“Why didn’t you?” you tilted your head to look at him. Okay, to gaze into his eyes. You tilted your head to gaze into his eyes and your subconscious hoped to any gods that would listen that you did not have actual hearts or stars in your pupils.

Not that it really mattered.

His arms never left you but he gave a little shrug. “Never seemed to be the right time. And then I had a girlfriend.”

“Yeah,” you laughed. “And I ended up with that lame excuse for a boyfriend. But do you know how long I’ve wanted you to do that?”

“When you couldn’t stop staring at me when you sat down at the lab table next to me?”

“Hmmm, maybe. But definitely when you told the teacher we had to have a funeral for Lenny.”

“Hey, Lenny was a fuckin’ hero,” Reeves batted his eyes at you innocently. “He performed a brave and great service to his country.”

“I am oddly happy you’re still an idiot,” you giggled.

“I’m ecstatic that you kept coming to all my shows in the city.”

You pulled back slightly and looked at the ceiling. “You noticed?”

Reeves gave you that look. That look he always gave you, when you were teenagers, when you said something either completely ridiculous or completely profound. That look he gave you when he thought you might not be looking, even though you were always looking. That look that said he always had your back and you were his best friend. That look that you thought you’d be lucky to see one more time but probably never would.

That look.

“Of course I noticed. I thought about having security make you stay back, but that’s just...no. You always looked happy, and I don’t know...I just didn’t want to intrude, I guess? Just always wondered why you never stuck around after the shows, never stayed to talk to me, never came knocking on the dressing room door.”

You thought about that for a minute. You really did try, but you couldn’t come up with a decent answer. You were happy. Just seeing him was enough, you told yourself. Just hearing him sing was enough, just being in the same room with him, just being near. Just like it was back in high school.

Only it wasn’t high school anymore, and now that he’d finally, finally - after years of would’ve and should’ve and maybes - kissed you, you knew enough wasn’t going to be, well, enough.

So that’s what you told him.

And Reeves pulled you close, leaned in closer, and kissed you again.

You pulled apart, breathless again, and rested your foreheads together.

After minutes, or maybe days, or maybe hours, and definitely years - it didn’t really matter - Reeves was there. You were there. And for once, you were really there together.

“Like what you see?”

“...definitely.”

The Future. Any Day. Every Day.

You always thought, and your friends always said, that the best years of your life happened in high school. And to a certain extent, that was true and you believed in that notion for a very long time.

But ever since that night, that one glorious night in a Manhattan bar, you realized you were wrong.

The best years of your life were still happening.

~end~

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