#david x lena

[juliareed]

Oh, beautiful poison tree Let your power grow in me Let your sorrows sow in me Turn me into a poison tree

[luellalux]

Te Amo Por Siempre - September 2013

September 2013

San Francisco, California

TechCrunch Disrupt 2013: Rumour Alert – Carissa Bautista May Be Attending

The tech world is buzzing with rumours that Carissa Bautista, founder of 714Analytix, might make a surprise appearance at this year’s TechCrunch Disrupt in San Francisco. Known in the industry as “Ghostie” for her disappearing acts, Bautista’s return to tech has been anything but quiet. Since launching 714Analytix earlier this year, she’s made bold moves, ruthlessly poaching top executives from major SaaS competitors like Salesforce and Oracle, sending shockwaves through the industry. 

As a teen prodigy, Carissa dropped out of MIT at sixteen to launch her first startup, HeartFire, disappearing from academia and then resurfacing with a company that revolutionized cloud technology. Her business acumen and vision attracted the investment and mentorship of Mark Zuckerberg, but even then, Bautista was known to vanish into her work, shunning the spotlight at every turn. She famously declined interviews, refused to be included in Forbes “30 Under 30” opportunity. When she sold Heartfire in 2009 for a staggering sum, she did what only "Ghostie" would—she withdrew from the tech scene without a word, opting for complete anonymity rather than enjoying her newfound fame. In 2010 she reappeared in the nonprofit sector as the founder of self-funded Reyes Bautista Foundation but largely remained behind the scenes.

Now, four years later, Bautista has waded back into the tech scene with her latest venture, 714Analytix, which leverages cutting-edge data analytics. Though she has yet to give any interviews or attend major industry events, her return is already sparking buzz in the tech community. Her rumoured attendance at TechCrunch Disrupt this year would mark her first public industry event since Heartfire’s sale, and speculation over her potential appearance has electrified this year’s lineup. Should she decide to attend, she would be joining industry icons like Marissa Mayer (Yahoo), Mark Zuckerberg (Facebook), and David Karp (Tumblr), all of whom are set to speak.

Bautista may not be scheduled onstage, but the very idea that she could appear is enough to turn heads. True to the "Ghostie" nickname, she’s kept her plans close to the chest, but one thing is certain: if Carissa Bautista shows up at Disrupt, she will make it an event the tech world won’t soon forget.

TechCrunch Disrupt was the ultimate arena for tech’s elite—where startups vied for funding and giants strategized the future. Carissa entered with her 714Analytix team, their unified confidence already sending a message: they were here to stake their claim. Amid the crowd’s buzz, she tapped into a part of herself that, up until this year, had seldom emerged since her Heartfire days. 

---

It was a sort of armour that she honed since her earliest years in schoolyards, MIT lecture halls, and the cutthroat startup world, a shield against those who doubted or resented her. She learned to guard her true self against industry giants, mentors, and competitors alike, even from Mark Zuckerberg, who had taught her to hold her ground against more influential forces– albeit inadvertently.

With a nod, she sent her team off to circulate, observe, and report on the competition, each one clear on their mission. 714Analytix had already rattled the market, forcing rivals to play catch-up, and their presence here was a warning—they weren’t slowing down.

Bracing herself, she took a deep breath. The armour was a necessary separation; she need it for moments like these. And just then, a familiar voice interrupted.

“Carissa?” She turned to see a Google executive she remembered from the days when Heartfire was the talk of Silicon Valley. He extended his hand as he smiled welcomingly. “It’s been too long.” 

She shook his hand. “Good to see you, James.”

“I’m glad you’re here. I heard you registered to attend with your new team. But,” he shrugged, “I had to see you here to believe it. Anyway, there’s a little off-the-books gathering happening with a few folks in your league. Interested?”

Carissa considered the invitation for a moment. Likely, this gathering would result in the same combination that seemed to permeate her experience in tech; a mostly male crowd where she was the youngest. In the end curiosity won out and she followed James into an exclusive part of the venue. 

When they stepped into the room, she immediately caught sight of a few familiar faces, founders of Twitter, LinkedIn, Spotify and so many others. Faces she hadn’t seen in years and from whose organizations she unapologetically plundered talent for the last several months to build her team. They weren’t exactly excited to see her, but she hardly cared. There was one among them that did seem genuinely pleased to see her, her former investor and mentor, Mark Zuckerberg.

“Ghostie!” he exclaimed as he approached her from the bar, his eyes lighting up at the sight of her. Shaking her hand enthusiastically, he added, “Back in the game and now back in the flesh. Been a long time since Heartfire.”

Carissa allowed herself a faint smile. They first crossed paths in 2007, when Heartfire was in its infancy and she was navigating the steep learning curve of founding a startup. Already established with Facebook, Mark had taken her under his wing. She had initially welcomed his experience, but it hadn’t taken long for her to chafe under his “guidance.” To her, it had often felt like interference.

“It was time to move on,” she replied, recalling the friction that had built between them in those last months before the sale. She thanked James for the invitation and let Mark guide her over to the bar.

“And now you’re re-entering the arena with a whole new company,” Mark commented as she ordered a Manhattan from the bartender. “Couldn’t shut it off, could you?”

Carissa knew what he was referring to, the mind of an innovator— especially in this industry— was never ever fully offline. “714 was meant to just be an internal tool for my foundation. But then, who could resist a scalable solution?” 

Mark chuckled, though she sensed an undercurrent beneath it, a reminder of their dynamic back in her Heartfire days. “Not just scalable,” he said, his tone shifting. “Aggressively scalable, by the look of it.”

She raised her drink, unfazed, the criticism glancing off her armour. “If I were a man, it’d be called ambitious. ‘Cause I’m a woman, it’s just aggressive,” she said coolly. 

Mark persisted as Carissa sipped her drink. “Well, you’re not exactly playing by the book, Carissa,” Mark replied with a hint of reprimand. “Poaching from your competitors and flouting non-compete agreements the way you do—”

“— Is how things get done,” Carissa cut in. “Everyone in this room has done the same. Not to mention the fact that you taught me that particular maneuver, remember? To get ahead, you can’t be afraid to make a few enemies.” She watched his face as he took in her meaning. In a way, she had taken his lessons and redefined them, applying her own rules.

“Touché,” he conceded. Years before, he had tried to shape her, to nudge her toward what he thought was best. Now, watching her execute her own vision without investors like him hemming her in, he seemed both impressed and maybe a little disarmed.

Glancing over his shoulder, Mark’s expression shifted from professional interest as he spotted someone. “David, over here!” he called, his tone bright.

Carissa followed his gaze until it landed on a tall and lean man with brown hair who was making their way toward them with a half smile. David Karp with his piercing blue eyes, framed by a sharp, angular face, held an intense curiosity as he joined them at the bar. 

“Carissa Bautista,” he said without preamble, offering his hand to her. “David Karp, Tumblr. I never thought I’d actually meet Ghostie herself.”

She briefly shook his hand. “Well, here I am,” she replied. Still faintly irritated with Mark, she shifted her focus to David.

“I’ve seen your platform, it’s impressive. Though your ‘kids’ aren’t happy with the sale of Tumblr to Yahoo, I hear.” She was referring, of course, to the devotees of David’s micro-blogging site who considered him a father figure and the fact that he had sold it to Yahoo earlier this year for just over a billion.

David chuckled. “Yeah, my kids don't love it but I am gonna stay on for a bit, in an advisory capacity.”

“Unlike Ghostie here with her infamous exits,” Mark said under his breath with a nudge to Carissa. 

“Release what no longer serves you,” Carissa replied evenly, unwilling to rise to Mark’s baiting. “That’s part of my innovation philosophy,” she added, a slight edge in her voice that indicated she wasn’t interested in indulging his barbs any further.

Mark seemed to take her meaning as he acknowledged the change in their dynamic since Heartfire. He bowed out with an invitation to them both for a dinner he was hosting that night, leaving Carissa and David to continue their conversation.

Their discussion flowed easily, touching on their paths in tech. David had left high school to focus on his career, while Carissa had done the same at MIT. Both had made billion-dollar sales at young ages—Heartfire to Google when Carissa was eighteen, and Tumblr to Yahoo when David was twenty-seven. They shared a strong, unspoken understanding, the kind that only two people who’d risen so rapidly could feel.

David was sharp, his questions revealing an inquisitiveness that matched her own. For once, she didn’t have to filter herself or soften her words. When she spoke about the infrastructure she was building at 714Analytix, David didn’t just follow—he was fascinated, his eyes lighting up with genuine interest as they discussed scalability, data ethics, and the power of analytics. A rare thrill surged through her as they talked, allowing her to share her intensity without reservation.

In a lull in their conversation, they both felt it, a kinship forming between them. They had experienced meteoric rises and understood the pressures that came with it. The main difference was that David seemed more at ease with public interaction than she ever would be. He was weeks away from sitting down for his interview on his inclusion in the Forbes “30 Under 30” list– something Carissa flatly refused to participate in.

“I asked them to exclude me from consideration when I was nominated,” Carissa admitted when David asked why she hadn’t appeared on the list herself despite her success in 2009.

 “You didn’t!” David laughed. “I didn’t even know you could do that. Why, though?”

“Not my thing. Press, interviews, talking about myself to the world.” She shrugged lightly. “I prefer to let my work speak for itself.”

He looked thoughtful. “I was honestly excited when I read that you were coming back into tech with 714Analytix. I’ve been following your career since Heartfire, then the sale… and even your foundation.”

David’s directness was refreshing in a world of posturing and power plays. She wasn’t used to this. “I don’t think there’s much to follow on me in terms of press,” she said slowly. She knew this to be true, given that she had never given an interview; whatever was out there was mostly conjecture or critique.

David nodded, clearly impressed. “An intentional move, I see.”

Carissa tilted her head slightly at this. “It’s just my way. Along with, move mountains in silence and do nothing by half measures.”

David shook his head in amusement. “You’re everything and nothing like I imagined,” he said, leaning back, thoughtfully tapping the rim of his glass. “Actually, Carissa, I’ve been eyeing a startup in London that’s doing interesting work with machine learning for predictive analytics. They’re tackling some really ambitious applications, and I’m meeting with them in the first week of October. I’d love your take on their approach—if you’re open to consulting.”

Carissa’s expression remained neutral, but her interest was piqued. Machine learning was a crowded field, but one with fascinating potential. “Consulting? For predictive analytics?” she asked, her tone cool but curious. “What makes you think I’d be interested?”

He chuckled softly. “Honestly, it’s just a hunch. I think your instincts could cut through the fluff and get straight to the core. You’re exactly the kind of mind that could see where their real value lies—and if it has legs.”

She allowed herself a slight nod, weighing the offer. “Alright. I’m in Belfast at the end of the month so I can swing by London after. But let’s be clear—I’ll be sending you an invoice for my time.”

“Absolutely,” he replied, raising his glass with a small grin. “I’d expect nothing less.”

There was a quiet understanding between them, both recognizing the possibility of a unique professional camaraderie. Carissa wasn’t entirely comfortable letting her guard down, but the prospect of working with someone who spoke her language, who understood the intricacies of tech without the usual pretense, was certainly interesting.

---

Tweets poured in, lighting up Twitter feeds with sightings of Carissa. Not that she would have known since she still refused to join any form of social media. Though, by day two, one of her execs did share some tweets with her between panels.

People are freaking out about Carissa Bautista at #DisruptSF2013. Not taking pics, just doing boss things, meeting folks, and staying mysterious 😎 #GhostieSighted #TechLegend

So, Carissa “Ghostie” Bautista was at Zuck’s welcome dinner last night AND at the panel today, but she’s evading every camera. Absolute legend. #TechCrunchDisrupt #714Analytix

Carissa Bautista spotted at the panel this morning. Ghostie is back in action. Ruthless moves, no photos, only power. #Disrupt2013 #Legendary

At the rate this was going, she supposed she should be thankful that Pedro hadn’t come across anything about her new venture. She had yet to tell him about it since she was waiting for the right time to tell him. Then again, he was so immersed in his role, in the world of Game of Thrones where his days were long and his mind was likely far away from her world.

Before the next panel started, she went to a quiet corner of the venue to check her phones.  First up was her work phone, which was for anything having to do with the foundation or 714. She pushed out directives to her teams and switched to her personal phone, checking the time. It was just after lunch in San Francisco—early evening in Belfast—usually the best time to catch Pedro as he wound down from his day. Unfortunately, after a few rings, the call went to voicemail.  It was happening more often lately, but she brushed it off, assuming he was just caught up on set.

When the voicemail tone played, her face softened, her guarded look slipping away. Her shoulders relaxed, and her usual armour faded, leaving an affection she reserved for him alone.

“Hey, it’s me,” she began, her voice softer than it had been all day. “Just checking in. I miss you and can’t wait to see you at the end of the month.” She paused, as if he might hear her warmth through the phone. “Call me when you can.”

After hanging up, she sent a follow up text before slipping both phones back into her bag. Her gentle manner vanished behind her protective shell as she straightened, her posture sharpening, her eyes focused, compartmentalizing her thoughts in the same way as her phones.

---

Belfast, Northern Ireland

Pedro’s dynamic with Lena had settled into a charged, playful rhythm, hovering near a line neither of them had officially drawn. She was magnetic—her charm and quick wit drew him in again and again. Their conversations veered beyond simple camaraderie, and Pedro found himself craving the thrill of the way she held nothing back.

“Still standing, Pedro?” Lena teased, sliding up beside him.

He flashed a grin. “Barely. But seeing you makes it easier,” he replied, letting his gaze linger with practiced ease.

“Shameless flattery,” she shot back, eyebrow arched. “After all those scenes today, you still need me to keep you in line?”

“Maybe I do,” he said, his voice lowering, his eyes meeting hers. “Or maybe I’m messing up on purpose—to get more time with you.”

She laughed, leaning closer to adjust the collar of his character’s signature robe, fingers grazing his skin and sending a shiver down his spine. “Sabotaging your own lines? Risky choice.”

He grinned wider, a spark of mischief in his eyes. “I don’t play it safe.”

She tilted her head, her gaze both amused and challenging. “You’re trouble, you know that?”

Pedro placed a hand on her waist, fingers grazing her side, daring her closer. “Only as much trouble as you’re ready for, Lena.”

She let out a soft laugh, leaning in until her lips brushed close to his ear. “Oh, I’m more than ready,” she whispered, her tone a challenge that made his pulse race.

His grip tightening just slightly at her waist. “That right?”

Lena eyed his lips for a moment. “Think you can keep up?”

“Oh, I’m ready,” he replied, his thumb brushing her hip, enjoying how she held her ground. “But the real question is... are you?”

They held there, close, the tension between them thick, neither one willing to break the spell. Her hands on his chest, fingers tracing along the edge of his robe, as though daring him to close the gap.

At last, she eased back, her eyes steady. “Same time tomorrow?”

“Wouldn’t miss it,” he replied, his hand sliding down as she stepped back.

She gave him a final, knowing smile. “Good. I’ll hold you to that,” she said, her voice laced with enough mischief to leave him wanting more.

---

Back at his flat, Pedro stood under the scalding water, bracing himself against the shower wall. He shut his eyes, but Lena’s image flooded his mind, vivid and relentless. He could see her clearly—her teasing smile, the way her hand lingered just a second too long, the fire in her eyes daring him. She was temptation incarnate, pulling him into a game he knew he shouldn’t play, but on set, he let it happen. 

His hand moved down his body, fisting his member, and he surrendered to his desire for Lena, letting it consume him. He pictured her pressed against him, her hands gripping his shoulders, her lips tracing his jaw. There was nothing soft or tender here, only lust—immediate and overwhelming. His movements grew sharper, each stroke fueled by the intensity of her imagined touch, until finally, he gasped her name. His release came sharp and sudden, but with it came the stark truth—he was way over the line.

Pedro stood motionless as the steam swirled around him. Guilt settled deep in his chest, suffocating and cold despite the heat. Turning off the water, he stepped out and grabbed a towel, his gaze falling on the fogged mirror. He wiped a hand across the glass and stared back at his own reflection, the realization hitting him with brutal clarity.

Carissa’s image surfaced in his thoughts. Her eyes, steady and full of trust, her smile that always reached him no matter how chaotic life felt. She was his center, the one who grounded him. The careless thrill he indulged with Lena, the flirting and reckless energy, was nothing compared to what Carissa meant to him. And yet, he had let it seep into his world.

He leaned against the counter, the room stifling now, his breath slow and deep as he tried to sort through the shame. His phone sat on the edge of the sink, her name glowing on the screen. Soon, she would be here. The games with Lena—whatever they were—had to end, left behind before they could creep any further into what he had with Carissa.

Exhaling, Pedro steadied himself. He couldn’t risk it—not for a fleeting moment of excitement that meant nothing. "Get your shit together," he muttered to himself, before picking up the phone and typing a message to Carissa.

I can’t wait to see you, querida. You’re everything.

---

Mood Music: Thrill is Gone - B.B. King

Pedro adjusted his costume in the trailer’s mirror, his movements deliberate, his mind elsewhere. The previous night’s shower still lingered in his thoughts—not the heat of the water, not the release, but the guilt that had risen in its wake. The clarity had been almost cruel in its sharpness. What had he been thinking? He wasn’t the man who blurred lines like this—not with Carissa, not with anyone. Carissa, with her steady love and unflinching belief in him, deserved better. She didn’t deserve to be tangled in the mess of his momentary infatuation with Lena.

And that’s all it had been: infatuation. A fleeting thrill. On set, Lena had been like a live wire—dynamic, alluring, magnetic in a way that seemed effortless. But now, Pedro felt like a man emerging from a fog, the pull of her presence no longer irresistible. What had once been exhilarating now felt hollow, the edges dulled by reality. He wasn’t here for this. 

Stepping onto the set, Pedro scanned the bustle of crew and cast. Lena was nearby, laughing with an assistant director. She spotted him, her smile brightening as she walked over.

“Morning, sunshine,” she said, her tone laced with its usual teasing charm. Her hand grazed his arm, the familiar gesture that once sent a jolt through him. Now, it felt like nothing more than an empty gesture.

“Morning,” Pedro replied, his voice even, a hint of distance slipping into his tone.

Her brow furrowed slightly, though she kept the playful edge in her voice. “You’re quiet today. Something on your mind?”

“Just the script,” he lied easily, holding her gaze for a beat before shifting his attention to the set beyond her. “Big scenes today. I want to make sure I nail them.”

Lena tilted her head, her lips curving in a way that once would have stopped him mid-thought. “Oh, come on. You don’t need to try so hard. You’ve got this. We’ve got this.”

“Yeah, thanks,” he said, his smile polite. He didn’t lean into her words the way he used to, didn’t let her charm take hold of him. Instead, he stepped back, creating a little space between them. “I’ll catch you on set.”

Her smile faltered, just for a second, before she recovered. “Sure,” she said lightly, though he caught the flicker of confusion in her eyes. “See you out there.”

As he walked away, Pedro felt the weight of her gaze following him. It had been weeks of playing with fire. But now, he couldn’t muster the same energy to engage. The thrill was gone, replaced by a quiet resolve. Lena’s allure hadn’t faded; it was his perspective that had shifted.

When they were called to rehearse, Pedro kept things professional, his focus on the work. He matched her energy, her intensity, but without the undercurrent of something unspoken. When the scene ended, Lena lingered, her body angled toward him, waiting for him to engage. Instead, he gave her a quick nod, offered a distracted, “Good work,” and walked off to confer with the director.

Days later, Lena’s bewilderment was palpable. She found him at the catering table, her tray in hand, her smile forced. “You’re avoiding me.”

Pedro shook his head, keeping his tone light. “Not at all. Just busy.”

“Busy,” she echoed, her tone skeptical, though she tried to keep it teasing. “Since when do you let work get in the way of fun?”

“Since now, I guess,” he said, grabbing a coffee and taking a step back. “You know how it is—tight deadlines. Gotta stay focused.”

She studied him, her eyes narrowing as if she were trying to decipher a puzzle. “Right. Focused.”

Pedro gave her a small, noncommittal smile, then turned to leave before the conversation could stretch into something heavier. He didn’t owe her an explanation—this was his line to draw, his boundary to reinforce. Whatever connection they’d had was built on proximity, shared time, and the heady buzz of filming. It had never been real, not like what he had with Carissa.

His phone became his anchor. Every chance he got, he messaged or called Carissa, listening to her, savouring her laughter. She noticed, too, a new closeness between them that brought her relief. “It feels like you’re right here with me,” she said during a late-night FaceTime, her eyes bright and expectant, her voice dovelike in its gentleness.

“Almost am, querida, just a little bit longer” he assured her, wanting nothing more than to have her in his arms again, grounding himself in her.

Since he could not celebrate her twenty-third birthday with her, he managed to get an early copy of The Code: The Power of I Will, a new book by former world champion surfer Shaun Tomson— signed by the author— which was not yet available to the public. It was just the type of thing she’d love. His publicist, bewildered by the random request, had pulled through thanks to their connections. Pedro sent Carissa the book along with an embarrassingly huge display of baby pink roses to her apartment and arranged for a cake from her favorite southern Californian bakery, Porto’s, to be served at her birthday dinner with her parents while she was visiting them in Newport Beach. 

As her visit to Belfast grew closer, Pedro prepared his flat, pouring all his attention into getting things just right. He cleaned, stocked up on her favorite snacks and a few local treats she’d never tried. With a grin, he added a box of condoms to the stash. They had only had three days together because of his filming schedule, and he planned to make the most of it. Pedro crafted a thoughtful itinerary with experiences he knew she would appreciate. This would be their time, a little bubble just for them.

---

Pedro arrived at the airport well ahead of the appointed time. He memorized the timing, knew her plane would be landing any moment, and he couldn’t stop glancing at the arrivals board, his anticipation building. When her flight status changed to “Arrived,” his pulse picked up, a smile breaking across his face as he scanned the sea of travelers pouring in. And then he saw her.

Carissa moved through the crowd, looking a bit rumpled, her eyes tired but still so striking. Her clothes were wrinkled, her hair a bit mussed, but he didn’t see any of that—she was here. She brightened, a slow, radiant smile gracing her entire face, her eyes lighting up just for him. His baby.

The moment she was close enough, Pedro swept her up, her feet lifting off the ground as he wrapped her in a hug that said everything they missed in the last two months apart. She let out a small laugh, her arms sliding around his neck as she melted into him, her body relaxing in his embrace.  They weren’t usually in the practice of public displays of affection but this was a special exception.

“Hey, baby. Missed you,” he murmured, his deep voice a low rumble against her ear as he held her close, unwilling to let go just yet.

Her hands moved to cradle his face, her expression just as overwhelmed as his. “I missed you too. So much,” she breathed, her voice barely a whisper.

Pedro set her down slowly but kept his arms looped around her, his hands resting on her waist as if he couldn’t bear to let her go even for a moment. She was small in his hold, barely reaching his shoulder, and he couldn’t resist leaning down to capture her lips in a lingering kiss, savouring her presence.

As they finally pulled apart, he took her bags from her. “How was the flight?” he asked, his gaze never leaving her.

“Long,” she replied with a small sigh. “I tried to sleep, but I ended up working for most of it.”

Pedro gave her a playful look of mock exasperation. “Working? Please tell me you didn’t bring your laptop with you.”

She laughed, nodding. “I had to,” she admitted, a glimmer of amusement in her eyes. “I’ve got a meeting in London about a startup right after I leave here.”

He groaned, dramatically shaking his head as he kissed the top of hers. “Of course you do,” he murmured, his voice soft but teasing. “I swear, you’d take that laptop with you to a deserted island.” He kept her close, his arm draped protectively around her shoulders as they made their way toward the exit.

When they reached the car, Pedro was quick to open the door for her, one hand braced against the top of the frame to make sure she didn’t bump her head as she got in.

Settling into the driver’s seat, he glanced over at her, his heart swelling as she adjusted herself comfortably, curling into the seat in a way that was both familiar and achingly sweet. He reached over, took her hand, and gave it a squeeze as if to assure himself that she wasn’t a mirage. As they pulled out of the airport, Carissa’s fingers found their way around his arm, her hand resting on his bicep like she wanted to keep him close, too. 

“I can’t believe you’re really here,” he said, glancing over at her with a soft smile.

A blush coloured her cheeks. “And for three whole days,” she murmured contentedly.

They went for a late breakfast in the city before he brought her to his flat. As soon as they stepped inside, he set her bag down, his eyes tracing over her face to catch her reaction. She took in the cozy, organized space with a nod, clearly appreciating the effort.

He reached for her, hands sliding up her waist, pulling her close, his voice low. “Welcome to Belfast, querida,” he murmured, leaning down to press his lips to hers. She tilted up to meet him, her fingers resting on his chest, a touch that made his heart kick up a beat. When they finally pulled back, Pedro brushed a thumb along her jaw, unable to keep the grin from spreading across his face.

“I just want to wash the plane off me,” she murmured, a hint of relief in her voice.

“Take your time,” he replied, stepping aside to let her go. 

She slipped into the bathroom, and Pedro exhaled slowly, feeling a deep calm settle over him like a second skin. She was here, finally, and for the next three days, he had her all to himself.

---

When Carissa emerged from the bathroom, her hair fell loose over her shoulders, her skin glowing and fresh. She wore one of his shirts he left folded on the bathroom counter for her, the hem brushing her thighs. 

She crossed the room toward him, her lips curving into a shy smile. Pedro reached for her immediately, his hands sliding around her waist, fingers slipping under the fabric to feel the warmth of her skin. She met his gaze with anticipation.

Pedro’s mouth found hers with an urgency that had been building for two months, a heat that blazed as they stumbled backward toward the bed, his hands roaming over her. He peeled off the shirt she wore and tugged her panties down. She matched his intensity, pulling his shirt up and off, revealing the lean muscles she knew so well and freeing him from his jeans and boxers the next moment.

By the time they reached the bed, Carissa was lying beneath him, her skin flushed, her eyes heavy-lidded as she peered up at him with an adoration that left him breathless. Pedro paused, taking her in, his heart pounding as he realized just how deeply he had missed this—missed her. 

“Ah, mi vida,” he murmured, his hands gliding down her waist before slipping down to her core. He groaned softly, his fingers exploring her folds with a thoroughness that sent sparks through her, his touch delicate but probing. She was wet, but so tight, the kind of tightness that spoke volumes about just how long it had been, and he couldn’t help the low growl that escaped him. “Shit, baby. I can’t believe I survived two months without you.”

She flushed, breathless, loving the way his words painted his need for her so vividly. “Don’t make me wait any longer, babe,” she whined. His fingers worked her a little more, feeling her slickness, luxuriating the way her body softened, adjusting to his touch.

Finally, when he felt she was ready, Pedro rolled on a condom, though his hands trembled slightly from restraint. Positioning himself, he took a deep breath, pressing into her, feeling that pussy fight to make room for him. 

Carissa gasped, her fingers clutching his shoulders as he eased in. Pedro groaned under his breath, the sensation so intense it made his head swim. “Oh, go slow,” she whispered, biting her lip, her eyes squeezed shut as she took him inch by inch.

He stilled, feeling the dizzying way she gripped him. He was trying to stay in control, but she felt too good, her heat surrounding him, making every nerve ending in his body sing. “Goddamn, Carissa,” he murmured, his voice rough, reverent. “You feel so fucking good.” He lowered his head to nuzzle her neck, his breath hot against her skin, and his words poured out in a litany of murmured praise. “Perfect. Tight as fuck. So damn good for me.”

As her body relaxed around him, she let out a sigh of relief, the discomfort melting into a growing pleasure that took over her senses. She gave him a small nod, encouraging him to move, and he did—slowly at first, each deep stroke building a rhythm that was as much about drowning moment as it was about reclaiming it. She tightened her legs around his waist, feeling his cock fill her, a blend of sensation that was overwhelming, grounding, exactly what she missed.

“Fuck, querida” he gasped, his cadence smoothing out as he lost himself in her, his hips moving with a steady, unrestrained urgency. Her hands clutched at him, her pleas of “need you”, “baby, please”, “don’t stop” coming in short, broken gasps that fueled his desire.

“You’re all mine,” he husked as he pressed his palm gently against her lower abdomen, feeling the pressure drive her to new heights. Her gasps became more desperate, her body responding to him, meeting each thrust with a hunger that matched his own. She whimpered as she reached the edge, her head tipping back as she moaned, “Oh, Pedro, I’m gonna—”

He felt her clench around him, her legs trembling, eyes fluttering shut as she moaned his name, and he buried himself deeper as he murmured, “Yeah, there you go, mi vida, there you go.”

She whimpered, her body tensing as her orgasm washed over her, each shuddering breath meeting his as she cried out, her pleasure cresting in waves that he rode, following her over that edge. When he finally let himself go, he held her tight, his release spilling into the barrier between them as he groaned, low and satisfied, his lips finding hers as he cradled her against his body.

In the afterglow, they murmured to each other, voices low, intimate. Carissa nestled against him, her fingertips brushing his chest. He watched her, absorbing each detail of her precious face as she looked up at him with heartrending devotion. The thought that he risked her for Lena echoed in the recesses of his mind. No, never would he let that come to fruition, not for Lena, not for anything in the world.

---

Eventually they headed out so Carissa could explore the city. Pedro took her to the Linen Hall Library, where she moved from one exhibit to the next, utterly absorbed. Her attention locked onto the Irish and Local Studies section, her fingers drifting over the old book spines as she skimmed titles and read passages, engrossed. Pedro watched her, a smile tugging at his lips, captivated by her hunger for knowledge.

She caught him looking and suddenly she looked self-conscious. “What?”

“Just enjoying the view,” he replied. “Seeing you like this… I love it.”

She blushed and gave a little shrug. “I can’t help it; it’s fascinating. And anyway, it’s your fault for bringing me here.”

Next, they walked through the Cathedral Quarter, eventually arriving at St. Patrick’s Church. Carissa’s face reverent at the sight, and as they stepped inside, she dipped her fingers in the holy water, making the sign of the cross with an ease that struck Pedro. She lit a candle and found a pew, bowing her head in silent prayer.

Pedro stood back, watching her as she moved through rituals so ingrained in her upbringing. She may not practice her faith as fervently as her parents hoped she would but she still looked peaceful, serene as she went through the rituals all the same. As she knelt, his heart swelled with a freshed certainty—this woman was his future. The desire to one day marry her, to make her his forever, rose up again within him, firm and unwavering. A faint guilt flickered in him for his on-set flirtation with Lena, but he pushed it aside. It had been a fleeting mistake, nothing more. Carissa didn’t need to know. He couldn’t bring himself to bring any hurt into their world.

As they left the chapel, Carissa was still glowing from the experience. Pedro reached for her, unable to resist pulling her close, his arm wrapping securely around her. He pressed a gentle kiss to her temple, savouring the scent of her hair, and she leaned into him, resting her hand over his heart, a loving touch. They walked in silence for a while, ensconced in the comfort of each other’s presence, before he lifted her hand and pressed his lips to it, a kiss filled with adoration.

”You’re going to win major brownie points with my parents at Christmas when you tell them you got me to go to church,” she said.

Pedro grinned, squeezing her hand as they strolled along. “Oh, I’m definitely going to bring it up. Probably over every course at dinner. ‘Yeah, Mr. and Mrs. Bautista, I even got your daughter to pray for me. I must be a keeper,” he said, making Carissa giggle as they headed to dinner.

From across 10th Street, Peter Dinklage spotted Pedro walking with a woman he didn’t recognize. He raised an eyebrow, noting the easy closeness between them, Pedro’s protective arm around her, the way she leaned into him. Interesting. He hadn’t known Pedro was seeing anyone, let alone someone who looked so much younger.

With a thoughtful nod, Peter continued on, piecing together the recent cooling between Pedro and Lena. This must be why.

---

The next morning, Pedro and Carissa set out on a hike through Cave Hill, aiming for a quiet day together before she left for London. They walked close but careful, sharing soft laughter and conversation without unnecessary touches, their mutual to keep things discreet.

As they rounded a bend, Pedro’s chest tightened. Just ahead were Lena, Peter, Kit, and Emilia, chatting and admiring the view. He forced his hand to stay by his side, shooting Carissa a quick look of reassurance.

“Pedro!” Kit called out, his grin broad. “Didn’t expect to see you here, mate!”

Pedro smiled casually, gesturing to Carissa with practiced ease. “Hey. This is my friend, Carissa. She’s visiting on her way to London.” 

Without missing her cue, Carissa greeted them with a polite nod. “Nice to meet you all.” 

Peter glancing between them, and though he said nothing, his smile held a knowing warmth as he extended his hand. “Pleasure to meet you, Carissa. What takes you to London?”

“Some consulting work,” she replied smoothly. “I figured I’d stop in Belfast since it’s been a while since Pedro and I caught up.”

Before Pedro could add anything, Lena tilted her head, her sharp eyes flicking between him and Carissa. “Oh you should have come on days that we’re filming,” Her tone was casual, but her words carried a hint of calculation. “That way you can see how popular he is on set.”

Pedro felt a spike of alarm go through him. “Lena—”

“Oh, don’t be shy,” she interrupted, her lips curling into a cold smile. “He’s such a flirt, especially with me. Had a girl feeling special for a moment there.”

The air grew taut. Peter’s brows lifted slightly, his gaze sliding briefly to Carissa. Kit and Emilia exchanged a quick look but seemed oblivious to the undercurrent.

Carissa’s smile didn’t waver, though her eyes were veiled of any emotion. “Pedro does have a way of making people feel at ease,” she replied.

Peter intervened, his response measured. “Carissa, I hope he’s shown you the best of Belfast.”

“He has,” Carissa said, her voice unwavering. “Thank you.”

Pedro shifted, his discomfort growing as Lena’s eyes settled on Carissa, assessing her like a puzzle missing a piece. Finally, he cleared his throat. “We should keep moving. Long trail ahead.”

After a few more strained pleasantries, Pedro and Carissa made their exit, continuing up the path. The laughter of the group faded behind them, but the tension lingered

Pedro looked over at Carissa, studying her face. Her expression was blank, but he knew her well enough to spot the faint crack beneath the surface.

---

Once they were much further up the trail, Carissa came to a halt and finally spoke.

“You’ve been flirting with Lena on set?”

Pedro stopped with her and shifted uncomfortably, glancing down as he spoke. “It was… yeah. But it didn’t mean anything, Carissa. Just harmless back-and-forth.”

“Didn’t mean anything?” she repeated, careful to keep her voice even. “To you, or to her?”

“To me,” he said quickly, though his voice sounded almost hesitant. “I don’t know what it meant to her, but I swear, it was nothing serious.”

She nodded, absorbing his words. “But you didn’t think to mention it, not once did it come up.”

His hands went to hips and his knee popped to the side, his discomfort clear. “I didn’t want to make something out of nothing. It… it didn’t matter, and I didn’t want to bring that into our time together.”

Carissa studied him, noting how his eyes darted away, how he shifted his weight. “So you decided what I should know and what I shouldn’t,” she said, more as a statement than a question.

“Carissa, come on,” he murmured, the colour rising in his cheeks. “It was just some stupid flirting. I didn’t think it would hurt you if you didn’t know about it.”

“Right,” she replied thoughtfully. “How about if I did the same thing? If I flirted with someone who works for me. Would that be something I should hide from you too?”

She saw his expression change immediately, his mouth pressing into a hard line. “No,” he admitted, his voice almost a whisper. “I’d hate it.”

Carissa watched him intently, dissecting his discomfort without blinking. “Then why’d you do it?”

Pedro shifted again, his voice barely audible. “I got caught up in it. In the energy on set, the excitement, the newness of it all. It was stupid. I wasn’t thinking.”

“Hollywood, right?” she replied, her tone even, almost clinical. “Easy to start believing your own hype.”

He winced at her words, his face flushing. “I’m not like that,” he protested. “It was just a lapse. It’s over.”

“Is it?” she asked. “Because this isn’t just about Lena. It’s about trust, Pedro. You decided it wasn’t important enough to tell me. I need to know how I’m supposed to believe it won't happen again?”

Pedro looked away, refusing to meet her eyes. She could tell he was struggling, maybe even realizing how thin his explanation was. 

“I need some air,” she said calmly, her tone dismissive. “I’ll meet you back at the car.” Without waiting for him to respond, she turned and walked down the trail alone, her mind racing. 

Pedro stood there, rooted to the spot, her words echoing in his mind. He knew Carissa’s sharp mind could cut through anything, but he hadn’t been prepared for the detached precision with which she dismantled his excuses. Watching her retreating figure, he was struck by a pang of something deeper than guilt—fear. Fear that this misstep might have cost him the only person he could see a future with.

--

They met back at the car in silence. Pedro had arrived a few minutes before her, the tension building as he waited, not sure what to expect. Carissa approached without fanfare, her expression unreadable, and climbed into the passenger seat without a word, staring straight ahead.

Pedro’s pulse pounded, the silence filling the car feeling leaden with every passing second. He peeked over at her, but her face gave away nothing. The demeanor she had on the trail still lingered, making him feel as if he were speaking to someone entirely new.

He took a breath, his hands gripping the steering wheel. “Can you please say something? I don’t know what you’re thinking. I don’t know if you’re angry, if you’re breaking up with me or…?”

She turned her head slightly, her expression still level. “I’m not angry, Pedro. Anger doesn’t do anything for me,” she replied. “I’m disappointed. Disappointed, because I didn’t think you were the type to get caught up in yourself like this. But,” She paused, sighing slightly. “I get it. This is your big break. I know what it’s like to lose yourself in that kind of whirlwind.”

Pedro looked over at her, his brow furrowing as she continued.

“When I started Heartfire, I buried myself in my work. My life was solitary until investors came into the picture, and even then, I lived in my head and in thousands of lines of code. I know what it’s like to get so wrapped up in your world that it’s all you can focus on,” she said quietly, looking out the window. “I just wish you didn’t get so wrapped up in it that you lost sight of us.”

His chest tightened. “I’m so sorry, Carissa,” he said, his voice laden with regret. “I really am. I messed up.”

She nodded slightly, processing his words. “But how do I trust that this won’t happen again? What happens when you’re cast in something even bigger, like Marvel and your scene partner is Scarlett Johansson or —?”

Pedro raised his eyebrows, momentarily distracted. “You think I could do Marvel-level stuff?”

Carissa shot him a slightly annoyed look. “Yes, Pedro, I know you have it in you.”

He blinked, her confidence in him catching him off guard, before he refocused on the conversation. “I promise, it won’t happen again. I’ll set boundaries, and I’ll hold them. I’ll be more transparent with you. If I feel things getting out of hand, I’ll tell them I’m seeing someone, and it’s serious. Please trust me to do that.”

Carissa studied him for a moment, her gaze sharp and thoughtful, as if she were weighing his words carefully. Finally, she let out a sigh, her expression softening just slightly. “Okay. I’m choosing to trust you, Pedro, because I love you. But please, don’t make a fool out of me.”

Relief washed over him, and he reached out to take her hand, brushing his thumb over her knuckles. “I won’t,” he promised. “I swear, I won’t.”

They sat in silence for a moment, his hand holding hers, both of them feeling the gravity of her words.

---

After a day of sightseeing around Belfast, Pedro and Carissa settled into a cozy restaurant for dinner. As they sipped their wine, Carissa looked at him, her fingers tracing the rim of her glass.

“In the spirit of transparency, there’s something I need to tell you,” she began.

“Oh?” he replied, raising an eyebrow, curiosity sparking in his eyes.

Carissa hesitated briefly. “I should have told you sooner, but I wasn’t sure how you’d react. Earlier this year, I started a new company.”

Pedro’s eyebrows shot up. “You did?”

She took a breath. “It’s a data analytics startup. I developed an internal tool for the foundation to track and manage funding, hours worked, volunteer time, materials, all of it. Since I’m self-funding, I needed something to ensure all resources being used properly.”

Pedro nodded, leaning in. “Yeah, I remember you mentioning that way back. Are you saying you commercialized it?”

Carissa nodded, a hint of pride in her eyes. “I did. I found ways to scale it and thought other nonprofits could use it too. So I brought it to market, originally intending it for nonprofits. But, you know me,” she gave him a rueful grin. “I don’t do things halfway. I hired a team and I’ve been working on it for months alongside the foundation. That’s why I went to Disrupt earlier this month. I went with my team—for my startup. It’s called 714Analytix.”

Pedro grinned. “You’re amazing. But why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve loved to support you from the start.”

She looked down, collecting her thoughts. “I didn’t want to take up all the air in our relationship. I wanted to tell you. But then you got this role, and I thought it was better to keep things balanced.”

Pedro sensed there was more to it and reached across the table, taking her hand reassuringly. 

“I didn’t want you to feel intimidated. That’s how guys reacted to me back in school and when HeartFire took off. I just, didn’t want that with you.”

Pedro laughed, shaking his head. “Carissa, I’m not like those guys. I’m so proud of you, babe. I mean it.” He eyed her fondly then added, “You can’t sit still, can you?”

“No, I guess I can’t.”

“The things you do, querida—they deserve to be celebrated. Take up all the air you need. There’s more than enough space in this relationship for both of us. Don’t ever shrink yourself because of me, alright?”

She exhaled, her shoulders relaxing, relief clear on her face. “Thank you for being cool about it.”

He regarded her proudly. “Why wouldn’t I be? I’m in love with a strong and capable woman.”

Carissa blushed and bit her lip, knowing there was one more thing she needed to tell him. “Well… there’s more.”

Pedro’s eyebrows shot up again, and he leaned forward, eyes glinting. “Are you adopting orphans now?”

She laughed, shaking her head. “No, it’s not that. But there’s chatter in the industry about me. A few articles, some criticism on how I do business. I haven’t given any interviews—you know that’s not my style—but in tech, as a woman, the reception isn’t always fair.”

Pedro’s expression softened. “Well, I know who you are. You’re a damn badass, baby. That criticism? It’s just noise.” He waved a hand through the air as if to swat away said noise. 

Later that night, as Carissa took a shower, Pedro’s curiosity finally got the better of him. He picked up his phone, searching for articles and tweets mentioning Carissa and 714Analytix.

The headlines were sensationally harsh. "Carissa Bautista: Tech’s New Power Player or Ruthless Disruptor?" “Ghostie’s Unrelenting Comeback”, “A Woman at the Helm, Stirring Silicon Valley’s Waters.” He scanned the descriptions—aggressor, cutthroat, unyielding. Each word hit with an undeniable slant, tinted by bruised male egos. The unmistakable tone made him smirk, knowing the woman behind these headlines. To him, Carissa was warmth, light, kindness—a force, yes, but a gentle one, and the sharp words used to describe her felt like the misunderstandings of people who would never know her the way he did.

One word, however, appeared often enough to make him chuckle: “Ghostie.” It was an endearing touch, a soft edge to the harsher commentary, and he couldn’t resist teasing her about it.

When Carissa emerged from the bathroom, he looked up with a mischievous gleam. “Hey, Ghostie,” he called, grinning.

She groaned as she walked over. “You read them, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, I did,” Pedro said, pulling her close, letting his hands slide down her arms as he spoke. “And despite all the things they have to say about you, they’ve given you an adorable nickname.”

Carissa huffed, her cheeks tinged pink from embarrassment. “They could just call me by my name. I dont get why I have to have a moniker while everyone else in my industry is referred to by their actual names.”

His hand slid down to the small of her back, pulling her flush against him. “Listen to me,” he murmured, voice a deep, soothing hum against her ear. “Out there, they can say whatever they want. Remember, it’s just noise. But with me, querida, you don’t have to be anyone else but you.”

A warmth spread through her as he held her close, his touch tender, his words soothing. Pedro was the one person with whom she didn’t have to be anything other than herself.  With him, he could let her guard down, let herself be vulnerable in a way that felt like freedom. Freedom to simply be… Carissa.

---

On Carissa’s last day in Belfast, as they wandered the city streets one final time, Pedro seemed deep in thought, a hint of anticipation in his gaze. Finally, he stopped, took her hands, and looked at her intently.

“So, I checked in with the production team,” he began, his voice casual but carrying a weight that made her listen closer. “Turns out my schedule’s been adjusted, and I’ll be wrapping a week early here. That means I’ll have a couple of free days before heading to Croatia for the next leg.”

Carissa’s curiosity sparked, her eyebrows lifting slightly as she waited, sensing he was leading up to something.

“I was thinking… we’ve both been traveling so much this year,” he continued, his thumb lightly brushing over her knuckles. “We’re always in different places for filming, auditions, foundation work—and now your startup.” He took a steadying breath, his eyes fixed on hers. “But we haven’t actually taken a trip together, just for us. So, how about meeting me in Paris at the end of October?”

“Paris?” She nodded without hesitation, her answer immediate. “Of course, I’d love that.”

He chuckled, pleased by her quick response. “Are you sure your boss will let you take time off?”

Carissa laughed, shaking her head, the sound bright and unrestrained. “I think she’ll work it out. She’s pretty accommodating when she needs to be.”

Pedro’s smile widened, pulling her closer. “Good,” he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. “I don’t want to go that long without seeing you again, querida.”

They lingered, wrapped up in the promise of their reunion, the unexpected getaway turning their parting into something to look forward to, knowing that Paris would be waiting.

---

Mood Music: I Walk the Line - Halsey 

In the warm glow of the bathroom light, Carissa stood at the counter, trying to finish her bedtime routine, but Pedro, ever impatient, couldn’t seem to wait. He came up behind her, hands reaching to slide her shirt over her shoulders and down her arms. She sighed, letting him undress her, every inch of her skin coming alive under his touch. 

When her top and panties slipped to the floor, he ran his hands down her bare sides, his mouth pressing against her neck as he whispered, “You’re taking too long to come to bed.”

A shiver ran through her as he guided her hands to the countertop, positioning her so that she could see them both in the mirror. His eyes were locked on her reflection, filled with an intensity that made her pulse quicken. One of his hands slid down to her center, fingers exploring her slowly, making her breath hitch as he found her already warm and willing for him.

“Look at you,” he murmured, voice thick with admiration as he pushed her gently forward. “You’re so beautiful like this.” His other hand found its way to her breast, massaging, kneading as his gaze remained fixed on her in the mirror. 

He entered her slowly, both of them watching as he filled her. She let out a quiet gasp, adjusting to him, feeling him in a way that stole her breath. Each movement sent pleasure coursing through her, and she could barely manage a response as he whispered teasing encouragement.

“You okay, querida?” he asked, his fingers working her clit in perfect rhythm with his deep thrusts.

Her mouth opened, but she could only manage a few breathless, trembling sounds, unable to form a coherent answer. He grinned, clearly pleased, his own arousal spiking as he listened to her struggle to speak.

“Yeah, I know,” he whispered, voice rough against her ear as he watched her fall apart, trembling beneath him. “Feels too good, doesn’t it?”

Carissa could only nod, her breathing ragged, eyes half-lidded, as his fingers moved faster and he drove himself deeper into her, pushing her closer to release. His free hand continued to knead her breast, but as she neared the edge, he slid that hand up to her neck, tilting her head to the side, exposing the smooth expanse of her throat.

“Come on, baby. Give it to me,” he murmured, his lips grazing her neck, teeth nipping the sensitive skin. He left his mark there, sucking just hard enough to send her right off the precipice, her body arching as he guided her through the high, her moans barely held back as she lost herself completely. Pedro watched her through it all, his own restraint slipping as her climax pulsed around him.

Their passion carried them to the bed where Pedro took his time, his mouth trailing down her body with reverence, each hickey strategically placed, overwhelming her senses. Carissa lay beneath him, her fingers tangling in his hair as his tongue swirled against her clit, his fingers curled just right inside her. Pedro alternated dizzyingly between sucking on his clit and lavishing it with his tongue while his fingers stroked her pussy with just enough pressure. With a desperate cry, her back arched off the bed as her orgasm pulled her under. He stilled her quaking thighs against his shoulders with both hands as his tongue dipped lower to her entrance to savour her release.

Slowly, he eased her legs down, pressing gentle kisses along her inner thighs before shifting his weight and moving up her body. “More,” he murmured, his eyes almost pitch black with desire. His lips found hers and she could taste her release on his tongue. Her hands on either side of his face, she simply dissolved into him as he gripped her hips and shifted her against him. He pulled back a fraction to whisper “Gimme one more, mi amor.”

“Take it,” Carissa gasped, her voice fractured with need.

As Pedro guided himself into her, he was captivated by the way her body welcomed him, sending sparks through him as he watched her expression shift—her lips parted, soft whimpers escaping with each thrust. He reached down, lifting her legs up, flush against his torso so her ankles rested just over his shoulders. Then, taking one of her wrists in each hand, pressing them flat against the bed, he dragged out each stroke. 

“Eyes on me, mi vida,” he commanded in a low voice.

She obeyed, her gaze locking onto his, brows knitting together in sheer pleasure as he drove into her pussy, hitting a spot that made her cry out.

“Oh God, babe,” she keened wildly, her hands gripping the sheets beneath them. Her pleasure was a symphony, building with each motion, and he could feel her nearing the edge again, fluttering around him as her breath grew ragged.

"That's it, querida," he whispered, his voice thick with naked desire. "Come all over me."

With one final thrust, Carissa shattered, her body quaking as she came again. Her walls stuttered around his member as a helpless moan escaped her lips. Pedro held her steady, drinking in the sight of her lost in pleasure, her face flushed, her eyes half-closed, her body taut with ecstasy. 

As the waves began to take him, he lowered her legs, wrapping them around his waist, his hips slowing as he kept thrusting into her, each stroke deep and perfect. He buried his face in the curve of her neck, his breath hot against her skin, and in those final moments, he pressed his lips to her, sucking gently, biting just enough to leave his mark. The hickey blossomed beneath his lips as his cum filled the condom separating them, his body shuddering.

For a long moment they didn’t move as they caught their breath. Pedro let out a soft groan as he carefully pulled out reluctantly, as though letting go of the connection felt impossible. Disposing of the condom, he grabbed one of his shirts and returned to her, slipping it over her shoulders with gentle hands.

“There,” he murmured, brushing his thumb over her arm before bending to pick up her panties. “These too.” His lips tipping into a faint smile as he handed them to her.

Once she was dressed, he pulled on a t-shirt and boxers, then slid back into bed, wrapping her in his arms. She curled into his side, her head resting on his chest, her fingers lazily brushing along his ribs. “Three days went by so quickly,” she muttered sadly.

“Yeah,I hate that you’re leaving tomorrow,” he said in a low murmur. “But Paris isn’t far. Just a few weeks—”

He paused, glancing down when he heard her soft, steady breathing. Her hand had gone still against his chest, and her lashes rested against her cheeks, her face relaxed in sleep. A quiet laugh escaped him, warm and filled with affection.

“Of course you’d fall asleep right when I’m talking,” he whispered. He pressed a kiss to her temple, his voice tender as he murmured, “Goodnight, baby.”

Holding her close, Pedro let the quiet settle over them, the weight of her warmth against him lulling him into his own peaceful sleep.

---

The early morning light hadn’t even touched the horizon when Pedro quietly rose, moving through his flat in the dim glow of a bedside lamp. It was only 3:30 in the morning, but Carissa stirred as he carefully packed his bag for set. He glanced over, seeing her tracing her fingers over the faint marks he left on her neck. She wasn’t shy about them; in fact, she almost seemed to wear them proudly. The sight stirred something deep in him—a satisfaction, a possessiveness, and a profound tenderness.

Carissa looked up at him, her eyes a bit misty, the lingering sadness of their upcoming separation unmistakable. Pedro's heart tightened painfully at the sight of it and he moved to her side, sitting down on the edge of the bed. Wordlessly, he gathered her into his arms, pressing soft kisses to her forehead, her cheeks, tracing her face with gentle affection, as if each touch could somehow stave off the ache of their impending goodbye. His thumb stroked her cheek in slow, tender circles, his voice a warm murmur meant only for her ears.

“Baby, I’ll give you anything you want if you don’t cry,” Pedro whispered, his voice full of playful affection, but there was a sincerity there too.

She managed a little smile, though a single tear still slipped free. “Too late,” she murmured with a faint laugh, brushing at her cheeks even as he kissed the tear away.

“No matter,” he whispered against her skin, pulling her closer, his breath warm and comforting. “Just think about what you want and tell me when we get to Paris.” He tilted her chin, looking deep into her eyes, a silent assurance between them that he was hers in every way, no matter the distance.

She melted into his hold, and he let her stay there as long as she wanted, soaking in the moment. Eventually, he had to leave, and with a few final kisses, he pulled himself away, letting her drift back to sleep with a final whispered, “I love you, baby.”

By the time she awoke again with the sun shining brightly, Pedro was already gone. She took her time getting ready, dabbing concealer over the visible marks Pedro left on her, smiling to herself, knowing they were there just beneath the surface.

She locked up, slipping his key back into its hiding spot. As her cab pulled away toward the airport, she carried those last three days close, knowing they were enough to carry her through until Paris, where they would meet again.

[isabelleffe]

List of Pro-Palestinian Celebrities That I Have Been Working On

last updated: 11-26-2024

pro🍉 (❌ = problematic for unrelated reason, 🕊️= passed away)

reneé rapp

pedro pascal

bella ramsey

bella hadid

gigi hadid

dua lipa

melanie martinez❌(sa - “she didn’t say no” was response)

the weekend❌(misogyny - lesbian fetish)

towa bird

phoebe bridgers

lucy dacus

julien baker

beabadoobee

kehlani

hozier

melissa barreram

macklemore

cate blanchett

hari nef

julia fox❌(connections with kanye and drake)

mitski

SZA

nina lu

zendaya

victoria monét

rachel zegler

jenna ortega

clairo

chloe forero

miss rachel (toddler learning)

ariana grande❌(said her dream dinner date is jeffery dahmer)

ricky montgomery

angelina jolie

maisie peters

chani nicholas

nemahsis

chappell roan

frank ocean

ramy youssef

cardi b

halsey

eddy mack

saul williams

arooj aftab

michelle wolf

carice van houten

matt mcgorry

michael stipe

Jasmin Savoy Brown

Dame Vivienne Westwood

Neemz

amira jazeera

MUNA

Hedy Epstein

Hunter Schafer

Chance the Rapper

ishowspeed ❌ (treated his ex-girlfriend terribly)

Noname (rapper, poet, and producer)

shannon berry

nicola coughlan

bambie thug

zara larsson

AURORA

jonathan glazer

joaquin phoenix❌

lizzy mcalpine

coldplay (will champion, phil harvey, guy berryman, chris martin)

tyler the creator

björk

pink floyd (at least roger waters)

lauryn hill

chuck d

david bowie (loving the alien)🕊️

Malcom X🕊️

the strokes (Julian Casablancas, Albert Hammond Jr., Fabrizio Moretti, Nick Valensi, and Nikolai Fraiture)

earl sweatshirt

michael jackson (palestine, don't cry)🕊️

kid cudi

rage against the machine (zack de la rocha, tom morello, tim commerford, brad wilk)

lorde

FKA twigs

joji

ethel cain

Michael Jordan Bonema

lil peep🕊️

sean beam

liam cunningham

dianne guerrero

sean bean

tobias menzies

charles dance

carice van houten

emma d’arcy

madison pettis

lena heady

mxmtoon

joe alwyn

momona tamada

patrick spicer

mark ruffalo

halle bailey

chloe bailey

nicola coughlan

tom welling

kristen kreuk

rob delaney

kali uchis

louise xin (fashion designer)

isabela merced

joseph quinn

grace van dien

helana christensen

josh hutcherson

charli xcx

megan thee stallion (called for ceasefire at her concert 8/1/24, not sure if she talked about it before that because i only went to one concert)

hozier

katie leung

not pro🍉 (“neutrality” = not pro 🍉, red text = signed letter for "israel")

taylor swift (no statement)

kanye west

oprah

dwayne johnson

lana del rey

selena gomez

rihanna (no statement)

adam sandler

lady gaga (performed in "israel")

beyoncé (no statement)

justin timberlake (performed in "israel")

noah schnapp

bon jovi (performed in "israel")

robbie williams (performed in "israel")

Brett Gelman

entirety of paramore (no statement)

chris pratt

justin bieber

hailey bieber

haley baylee (no statement)

natalie portman

madonna (performed in "israel")

kardashian family

Jenner family

jennifer lawrence

amy schumer

neil druckmann (admitted to "The Last of Us Part 2" being based on Israel's genocide against Gaza, except from a zionist's point of view)

bruno mars (performed in isnotreal)

mayim bialik

emily engstler

gal gadot

Jerry Seinfeld

Debra Messing

Bryan Lourd

Richard Lovett

Ryan Murphy

Zachery Levi

Sharon Osbourne

Tracey-Ann Oberman

George Lopez

Phil Rosenthal

Mekhi Phifer

Diane Warren

Haim Saban

Irving Azoff

Ynon Kreiz

Jody Gerson

Mark Hamill

Rick Yorn

Howie Mandel

Sherry Lansing

Rick Yorn

Tom Rothman

Julian Edelman

Antoine Fuqua

Jack Black

Aubrey Plaza

Tahj Mowry

Josh Peck

Ziggy Marley

Howie Mandel

Chris Pine

Billy Porter

Ben Savage

Jeremy Seinfeld

Bella Thorne

Aubrey Plaza

uncertain

billie eilish (wore ceasefire pin but doesn’t boycott - made videos for mtv israel)

laufey (connections to mitski- no statement)

hank green (historically hasn’t been pro🍉 but has donated recently)

olivia rodrigo (connections to Chappell roan - no statement)

dylan mulvaney (posted in support of palestine but has a few pro-israel friends & has partnered with pro-israel brands)

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@/wizard_bisan1

@/hindkhoudary

@/m.z.gaza

@/anat.international

@/palestine.academy

@/eye.on.palestine

@/ampalestine

@/byplestia

@/wael_eldahdouh

@/jenan.matari

@/thepcrt

@/blackforpalestine

@/jewishvoiceforpeace

@/palestinianyouthmovement

@/eid_yara

[god-has-entered-my-body]

What time you coming out? - M.H x Reader // pt.1

A/N: Lenas writer debut??? Omg??? This has a bunch of references to fics like the cellophane house (written by the lovely @vinylandcoffeecollection, srsly check out their work!). It's a bit angsty? Not really but angst will come this is a chaptered fic. Based off fallingforyou, hence the title. Thank you @beforeyougo-turnthebiglightoff for beta reading and putting up with me xx

wc: 11k

part two

February, 2008

“I'm not sure we should be doing this, neither of us is a professional hairdresser in any capacity” 

Mötley Crüe’s ‘Public Enemy #1’ blares through the small speaker set on top of the toilet lid, the music reverberating off the bathroom's tiled walls. Matty attempts to brush the bleach onto your hair, narrowly missing your eyebrow for what felt like the sixth time. You'd prefer to not come out of this situation looking like 90s madonna if you could help it. 

“Could you maybe not get the stuff on my face? I'm not sure I'd look as amazing as I do with bleached brows,” you say, flicking Mattys hand away from your hair, straightening your posture on top of the sink. Your elbow accidently knocks into the faucet and you curse out loud. 

“You're right love, you'd look well hideous without brows” Matty retorts, laughing in your face. He's right, doesn't mean he has to say it.

“At least I have any sort of eyebrows, I'd get yours filled in if I was you.” Now it's your turn to laugh at him, his jaw hitting the floor at your comment. He clutches his chest with his hand, bending over for dramatic effect as if to say: “You wound me”. You fall into each other's arms, fighting over the ipod once again.

The song changes, and Matty resumes his attempts at bleaching your hair properly, failing once again. It had been a stupid, stoned impulse decision to buy the bleach at all. The local drugstore sold it for cheap, and you had some pocket change on you. Matty wanted you to buy the red dye, and you dismissed him immediately, because even he knew you'd look absolutely terrible as a redhead. 

You hum along softly to David Bowie's “Suffragette City”. Bowie was your Idol. The song reminds you of him. Of Matty. It reminds you of when you first met.

—------------------------------------------------------

You were 15, pacing the street late at night, your boyfriend was blowing up your phone. Insincere apologies and “i love you”’s filled your screen. 4 missed calls. Tears were streaming down your face, making you not quite able to see straight. 

The song playing, was blaring in your headphones, almost deafening. The song didn't fit at all to your current situation, but that didn't bother you.

It wasn't long before you reached a bus stop, sitting down. You didn't even know where you were. 

Suddenly, like it was out of your control, you let out broken sobs, no longer silently crying. How fucking embarrassing.

You're not sure how long you’d been sitting there, in the dark, shivering in the cruel November weather. 

You hadn't even noticed the person walking up to you. 

He’d positioned himself in front of you, twisting his neck to get a look underneath your hood.

“You alright?” his voice sounded soft, concerned even. Through muffled sobs, you managed to look up at him. 

He had a thick, fluffy jacket on. Oddly feminine for bloke, and you were pretty sure it was a women's coat. It basically swallowed him whole. You almost laughed at the sight. It almost made you forget about the night's events. 

You’d had yet another fight with your boyfriend, Phillip. The two of you fought a lot, but never like this. Sure, he’d said some hurtful things, things you maybe shouldn't have forgiven as quickly as you did, but he had never, ever, gotten violent with you. Until tonight.

You'd barely registered it when it happened, your brain not properly processing his actions. In the midst of his screaming, he raised his hand. Raised. his. hand. 

It came down with a crash against your left cheek, the sound echoing through the house. Because he did, in fact, have his own flat. Because 24 year olds usually have that. 

Everything hit you at once. You'd managed to pick yourself up off the ground at a speed which would have given even world record holders a run for their money. You didn't bother grabbing anything else, you just needed to get out, now. 

You could faintly hear his voice calling out from behind you, begging you to please, please come back. And what? Let him put his hands on you again? No way. A rare moment of clarity.

Fucking cunt 

You’re brought back to reality by the sound of the stranger's voice. 

“I’m Matty.” he offered his hand, and you shook it. “What're you doing out here in the cold? Its fuckin’ freezing.” He's right, it was cold. It hadn't occurred to you to take your coat with you.

You stuttered out a pathetic response of your name, barely making eye contact with him. A few beats pass before Matty starts ruffling around in his coat pockets. Raising your eyebrows, you watch him.

You can hear the faint sound of keys in his right pocket, and it's not long before he pulls out a joint from his left. It looks crumpled and old, like it had been there for a while. 

“Spliff? It looks like you need it more than me.” He chuckles, and it somehow makes you feel better. He makes a move to sit next to you, and you twitch slightly when his shoulder touches yours. The bench is quite narrow, so you know it's not on purpose. It doesn't bother you quite as much as it should, given he is a stranger. 

He takes out his lighter. It looks old and used, the black plastic chipping off around the top. It looks like it's a miracle it even works. You can see white writing along the side of it. M.H. Initials? His initials? Matty H something.  

He starts burning the tip. Rotating the joint to get an even burn, you watch his movements closely, taking in some of his features. 

His hair was curly but frizzy, you could tell he didn't pay it much mind. His features seemed soft, almost feminine. He was clean shaven, his pale skin a stark contrast to the dark brown of his hair. 

Matty lets you take the first drag, stating “The first hit’s the best, and I've always been a gentleman”, flashing a grin your way. That made you laugh. You take a drag, letting the warm feeling spread through your body.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked timidly, his voice lowering. 

“Absolutely not.” You mutter, looking him straight in the eyes for what seems like the first time that night. A smile.  

—-------------------------------------------------------

“D’you think I'd look good as a blonde? I feel like I'd smash it,” Matty says, inspecting his hair in the mirror behind you. He has gorgeous locks, and you're constantly telling him to try and take care of them, he just doesn't listen. You study his features before giving him an answer.

“Maybe. Either that or you'd look like a bad hooker,” Matty gasps, shoving your shoulder in protest. The movement  makes your elbow bang against the faucet again, but you ignore the pain this time 

“I'll let you know i'd make an amazing hooker, thanks very much,” He proclaims quite loudly, making the both of you burst into a laughing fit. 

You take the brush from Matty, twirling in your hand. George had taught you how to do that. An idea pops into your head. 

“We could give you a few blonde highlights, just to try it out. There's no need for you to go full Elle Woods immediately” A giggle escapes your lips, picturing Matty with long, blonde hair. That’d be a sight. 

“Let's do it, right now,” he breathes, visibly excited.

“Really? Adam’d take the absolute piss out of you, you know.” Matty rolls his eyes obnoxiously before he speaks. “Well then let Adam hold on to his toxic ideas of masculinity, I need a change.” This piques your interest. Matty? Need a change? Weird. 

“What, did some bird break your heart this time? That's new, even for you Matthew,”

You can see him visibly cringe at your use of his full name. You know he hates it, and that is exactly why you do it. Getting a rise out of him is your favorite pastime. 

“Switch with me then,” you say, and he obliges, letting you hop off the counter. You mix up a new batch of bleach and part off his hair into small sections. Little pink hair bands hold his curls in place. You shoot him a look and he nods, giving you the go-ahead. The bleach goes on smoothly, your practiced hand much less prone to mistakes than Mattys.

It doesn't take long before you're both sitting on your bed with foils in your hair. You manage to snap a picture of Matty on your polaroid camera. The light reflects off the foils, distorting the picture slightly. Matty demands to see it, but you decide to keep it for yourself. Can't get everything you want.  

It's Mattys' turn on the music. 

You've decided on a turn system for music when you're together, to avoid the gnarly fights you used to have over who gets to control the ipod.

He picks the latest Deftones album. It's not really your taste, and you tell him as much. 

“S’not my fault your music taste consists of pop trash. Get well soon”, now it's your turn to shove him, and he almost falls off the bed. Your fights over music happened frequently. He insisted on listening to real music, while you couldn't care less if it sounded good. 

The timer dings and you both get up to wash your hair in the sink. Water splashes everywhere, absolutely soaking the bathroom. You don't care. It's just water. 

Towels litter the bathroom floor, soaking up the mess. Matty helps you dry your hair after you promise to help with his. The warm air feels nice on your neck. 

“I like it, it makes me look camp,” Matty states, admiring himself in the mirror. Of course he'd say something like that. 

“You look great, now get dressed, I've messaged Hann. He's picking us up at half 11” 

Adam was one of your best mates, and the only one who had a car. You and Matty were still in school, along with George, another one of your friends. Adam and Ross shared a flat on the outskirts of the city. Adam's mother had gifted him a car for his 18th birthday last year. A bright red Kia. Bumper stickers littered the back, your favorite reading ‘Vehicle of legends” 

Matty had borrowed one of your tops, specifically, a mesh top you'd gotten from Hollister a few weeks prior. It was adorned with a black tank top underneath, paired with the black skinny jeans you're convinced have fused with his legs at this point. 

His hair had dried, dark curls now in contrast with blonde streaks. They framed his face. He looked good. 

You’d gone for a more colorful ensemble, opting for baggy jeans instead of skinny ones. The bottom had already been well ripped up from years of dragging them on the ground. You paired said jeans with a wine-red off the shoulder jumper, the black strap of your bralette peaking out. You’d always loved that color. It reminded you of your favorite flowers, red roses.

The window closed softly, and you silently thanked God you lived on the first floor. Adam was already parked down the road from your house, impatiently waiting for the two of you. The radio was playing as you got in. Matty immediately started going on about how pop music has ruined the music scene and how it was all 'soulless, meaningless droning' and 'had no feeling anymore'. He always did this, and you'd learned to tune it out by then. 

The drive was short, and you arrived at your destination not long after you’d set off. The air smelled like water and wet pavement. It had been pissing down earlier in the day.  

‘The spot’ was an abandoned paper factory, affectionately renamed “Caroline's house” for any eavesdropping parents.  

Carolines had been abandoned for well over 5 years before you started hanging out there, not many knew about it.

The three of you had already made your way through the back entrance. The front had been blocked off years ago, a futile attempt at keeping kids out. There was one specific room you always went to, and that was the office. It had a huge terrace with an amazing view of the city below. The glowing lights made you feel small and irrelevant in the vastness of the world. 

The night was bright under the full moon, making it easy to see outside. Adam always brought an emergency flashlight with him when you went to Carolines. He was the voice of reason in the midst of the chaos. The responsible one. He always made sure everyone got home safe, talked your way out of situations with coppers on multiple occasions, and knew when to tell the bartender to switch drinks to water or juice. You’d always thank him the morning after. 

“What even is your shirt, mate,” Adam asked with a grin on his face. He loved to take the piss out of Matty for his camp-ness. No harm no foul, Matty would do the exact same to him when the opportunity presented itself. Eyeing him up and down, he shook his head and went back to picking at his nails.   

“She let me borrow it for tonight. Looks good, yeah?” Matty shoots back. 

“Yeah sure, that and those white streaks in your hair make you look like a proper girl, you know” 

You have to laugh at his statement, because it does ring true. From a certain distance, anyone could mistake Matty for a woman. 

“You wish I was a girl, it’d make you feel less guilty about your sex fantasies, innit?” Matty cackles at his own words. Adam chucks a lighter at him, and misses. It instead bounces off the railing of the terrace and clatters down onto the ground somewhere behind you. 

That was your cue to take out the small baggy from the pocket of your jeans. Going to look for the lighter Adam had just thrown, you turn around to see he’d already snatched your papes and weed, and started to roll a spliff. 

“Oh come on, I look away for a second and you steal my weed. What, are you too broke to buy your own?” You huffed, sitting down on the floor next to him. 

“Girls don't roll their own spliffs. You should know that by now, love” he said with a wink. 

Cue eye roll. 

“Oh thank you so much, what would I ever do without you, Hann? Fuck off.” you said, your voice dripping with sarcasm. This was never a display of chivalry, it was simply Adams' way of trying to get under your skin. Your stubborn self wouldn't let him, of course. Flashing him an award winning smile, you lay back on your elbows and eye him as he rolls your joint for you. 

Matty was preoccupied with gathering enough cardboard so he could sit on the floor comfortably. The three of you couldn't be arsed bringing in furniture from the office, so you were left with the cold, unforgiving concrete floor of the terrace to sit on. 

The minutes ticked by and Adam took his sweet time, presenting the spliff with a look of pride. You reach for it, seeing as you already had the lighter in your hand. Instead of handing it to you. Adam shakes his head. 

“Girls dont light their own spliffs, either” You scoff at that, though deciding against smacking him upside the head. You hand him the lighter.  

Mattys giggles can be faintly heard over your bickering, and Adam finally lights up. The distinct earthy smell fills up the air around you. They both let you have the first drag, stating something along the lines of “Ladies first” another eye roll.  

“Fucking wankers”, you mutter under your breath, and finally, you inhale. It hits you almost immediately, a soft, fuzzy feeling that reverberates through your veins into every inch of your body. The two of them let out a laugh at your expression, utterly euphoric. 

Adam takes the next drag, hitting him just as hard as it did you. He leans against the glass sliding door, letting his eyes droop closed. 

“Fucking hell, this is some strong weed.” He lets out a rough cough, “Where’d you even get it from?” 

“Oh y’know, just some guy. Same as always I s’pose,” 

Matty spoke “What, d’you shag him or something? No one just gives out this type of premium stuff on a whim,” 

This makes you chuck the grinder at him. It hits him square in the chest. You hum contentedly, grinning at him in amusement when he doubles over in pain. You bicker back and forth, calling each other names. Adam passes the spliff back to you, and you take another hit. 

Time passes slowly. The clouds slowly reveal more and more of the full moon. It is quite beautiful tonight, you notice. 

Adam produces a bottle of tequila from his ‘gay-ass tote bag’ as Ross calls it. You take turns taking swigs straight from the bottle, Matty managing to spill some onto his mesh top, making quite literally everything reek of alcohol.

You felt good. The high mixed with the healthy amount of tequila made you feel like you were floating. You could tell Matty was just as hammered as you, seeing as he was now straddling Adams lap, trying to kiss him. 

After multiple attempts at getting him off, Matty stood up on his own, stating that he didn't want Hann to pop a boner au cause de his womanly features.   

The three of you laugh and laugh until you finish the spliff. You’d never had a good tolerance for anything, whether it be weed or alcohol. You weren't particularly small, it just always hit you way harder than Adam or Ross. Even Matty managed to pull himself together when the situation called for it. You, however, were stumbling and tripping over your feet the entire walk home. It had been pissing down the entire morning. Puddles littered the streets, not an ideal weather for someone who was too wasted to even have any sort of depth perception.  

Adam had to leave suddenly, picking up a last minute shift at the shop he worked at. It was in the opposite direction of where you came from, leaving you and Matty to walk home. 

It wasn't a long walk, 30 odd minutes or so. It was made significantly longer by your inability to walk in a straight line to save your life. Echoing laughs filled the streets as Matty helped you trudge along. Your pants dragged on the floor as usual, which meant they were also dragging through the numerous puddles, soaking them. 

You stop suddenly, looking down and pouting at the darkened material of your pants. For some inexplicable reason, this made you stomp your feet like a child. Matty broke out in uncontrollable laughter, tears forming in his eyes. You were actually acting like a child.

“I don't know why you insist on wearing those insanely baggy pants. Look at me! My pants don't get wet AND my ass looks phenomenal in skinny jeans” He twirls around you, making you feel slightly dizzy.

“Oh fuck off!! Not everyone is an attention slag like you, have some decency for once in your life!” You retort, shoving him out of your line of sight. Due to your state, Matty quickly catches up to you. 

The steps of your house come quicker than expected. Both of you make your way to the east side of the first floor, where your bedroom window remains slightly ajar. You'd wedged an old shirt between it to keep it from closing all the way. You'd gotten sneaking out down to an art, always knowing when, where and how. Your mother had caught you once. It was your first time. You knew not to make those same mistakes again.

Matty helped you hop onto the windows ledge, his hands grabbing at your sides. While he looked frail, Matty was actually quite strong, lifting you up without breaking a sweat. 

You're sitting on the edge, slightly taller than him now. Peering down, you reach your arms out. The two of you hugged tightly, whispering quiet “goodnight”s and “sleep well”s. Saying goodbye after a night out often felt strangely melancholic, you never wanted the other to leave. 

You've been attached at the hip since that night. He’d convinced you to break up with Phillip, stating he was a bastard who shouldn't be allowed near women ever again.

Matty went on to introduce you to his mates after you’d found out you went to the same highschool. That was nearly 3 years ago now. 

Late nights often make you wonder what would have happened if you hadn't gone to that specific bus stop and met Matty. If he had ignored your crying instead of offering you weed and sitting down next to you. He’d always been charming, like a magnet, he attracted everyone around him. Sure, he was a bit pretentious at times, but everyone has their faults. 

You roll over and try to sleep, slowly coming down from your high. You made a mental note to take it easy next time, maybe pace yourself. It was hard to know your limits when it came to substances, and Matty was the same way. Adam was the ever responsible one, never too drunk or high, always the parent. You were grateful for him, knowing what situations you'd be stuck in if Adam had not been there to smooth things over. 

The tiredness hits you in waves. Glancing at the clock left of your desk, it read 3:26 am. Fuck. You try to ignore the fact that you had to be up in about 4 hours. You close your eyes, welcoming the rest. 

—-----------------------------------------------------------------------

A harsh knocking sounded from the direction of your window, scaring the shit out of you. You bolt up, pissed at the disturbance. Turning to face the window, and are met with a familiar grin. Matty. 

It takes all of 5 seconds of him being in your room before you start cursing at him for waking you up like that. He simply shrugs his shoulders and sits in his designated chair. A maroon sofa chair in the corner in front of your bed. It even has M.H carved into the wood, because Matty had some sort of fetish for carving his initials into things. A sign of ownership? It made you wonder. 

Shuffling around the room, you kick your still wet jeans off into the corner, instead picking up a denim skirt. You’d wanted to wear that same red top to school, but seeing as you had fallen asleep wearing it, you chucked it into the same corner as the pants. 

A pink baby tee caught your eye from the chair Matty was sitting in. You silently point at it and he passes it to you. This isn't the first time you've changed in front of him. It didn't happen often, but what was the point of kicking him out? It's not like he was actively staring anyway.

After quickly changing, you go to put on some makeup. Makeup made you feel pretty, pretty enough to go outside. The only person who sees your bare face regularly is Matty. Maybe George. You didn't go anywhere without it.

You can feel Matty looking at you from the corner of your eye. Raising your eyebrows at him, you ask him what he's staring at. 

“D’you reckon i can try some of that?” he gestures vaguely at the eyeshadow brush in your hand “I think i’d look class with my new highlights.” he twirls his hair around his finger, giving you a look.

You look at him skeptically, before breaking out into a smile. Matty smiles back. It's not long before he’s sat in front of you, wincing whenever the brush makes contact with his eyelid. You tell him hes just not used to it, and to just stay still, for fucks sake. 

Once you're done, you take a step back to admire your work. You have to admit, he looks good. Really good. His eyes were lined with a dark purple shadow, making them appear slightly bigger. He takes his fingers, slightly smudging the out corners, giving him a catty look. 

“I think you might even look even better than me,” you say, looking him up and down. This is one of those rare moments where you can't read Mattys' expression at all. Finally, he opens his mouth

“No one could look better than you, trust me,”  

A beat of silence before he speaks again

“I do look ravishing though, d’you reckon Adam'll like this more than the highlights?” He always manages to make himself laugh. Then in typical Matty fashion, he pulls out a beat up looking joint from the pocket of his too tight jeans. 

“Fancy a spliff?” 

“Matty, for christ's sake, we have school in about an hour, and you want to smoke now?” 

“It's the only true way to get through Mr. Henderson's maths class, you know it'll be unbearable if we don't.” translation: please smoke with me. He gives you a look, because you know he's right. 

It was too late to protest. He’d already made his way to open your window, knowing how much you hate stinking up your room.

An exasperated sigh leaves your lips, and you find your place next to him. 

The wind and rain had calmed down, so Matty had no difficulty lighting it. The smell filled your senses, almost overwhelming you. You were thankful for the fresh air.

He placed the spliff between your lips, watching you intently as you inhaled. Your orange lip gloss had rubbed off the filter, and transferred onto his lips. The weed wasnt as strong as last nights, but still, the sight of Mattys glossed lips made you break out into a fit of giggles. Time seemed irrelevant up until the point you had to run to catch your bus. Sweaty and out of breath, you sat down in your usual spot. 

You can hear comments and insults being thrown at Matty from the back of the bus, but neither of you paid much mind. Matty was high as a kite, and too loopy (hungover) from the previous night to offer up one of his witty retorts. Instead, both of you gave them the bird from over the seat.

Matty was leaning against you, his arms hooked into yours. Neither of you spoke, listening to the soft rumbling of the bus. You stank of weed, anyone could smell it on you. Remembering a perfume bottle in your handbag, you take it out and douse yourself, as well as Matty in it. 

“Oh for fucks sake, now everything smells like Jimmy Choo Illicit!” Matty whined, burying his head in his hands. “Couldn't you have picked a manlier perfume? I'm already walking a very thin line with all of this” He vaguely gestures to himself. 

“Would you rather get kicked out after coming to school smelling like a fucking dispensary? Think ahead, Matthew!” He cringes visibly

“No need to get out the full government name, jesus” he shuffles up against you, and you can see his eyes are a light shade of red. There's no way the two of you would get through first lesson unnoticed. 

George was already waiting for you guys at your stop. Greeting him with a hug, you try to avoid eye contact, yet somehow, he knows. 

“Hey, you alright-?” He cranes his neck to get a better look at your face 

“Are you–? Are you high??” He laughs out loud, smacking your arm to stabilize himself. You shoot him a death stare, but you can feel a laugh coming too. Matty let out a sarcastic haha before kicking George as a way to say get on with it, we have class.

The walk to the room through the sea of people in the halls feels like a claustrophobic hell. B.O ridden teenagers rub up against the three of you, some even (quite violently) shoving past. 

It's a miracle you make it without Matty losing his mind at one of the hecklers. School was actual hell for Matty, and by proxy, you. Insults were thrown at him without a second thought, and the makeup he’d adorned today surely didn't help the comments.

He never let it truly get to him. He didn't care, and that's what you loved so much about him. This part of the city was set back about fifteen years in terms of acceptance and progressivity, so his flowery backpack and femininity wasn't exactly welcomed.

Adam had always taken the piss out of him for his outfits since they were boys, but he never, ever meant it seriously. They were like brothers, those two, and no amount of shit from other people (irrelevants, as Matty would put it) would be able to break them apart. 

The way the room was set up, there were six tables of four, with two people always facing another two. You had sat in the seat next to George, with Matty sitting (well, more like laying) across the other two chairs opposite you. Mr. Henderson had given up on trying to get Matty to sit right a long time ago, instead just flat out ignoring him. It was always easier to fail than to teach. 

“Fucking poofter, that one,” you can hear someone saying from behind you. You know they mean Matty. 

Matty blows them both a kiss before getting flipped off by the shorter one. He loved taking the piss out of the people who insulted him, throwing them off. 

George questions mattys makeup, and you tell him it was his idea. George had always supported Matty, using his insanely tall stature to fend off anyone giving him a hard time. 

The lesson was going by at a snail's pace, with Matty being his usual self, interrupting at every possible moment. It was so obvious he was off his tits, and Mr. Henderson looked suspicious. A particularly loud laugh from George had prompted him to throw you all out. You couldn't care less, getting up immediately.

Matty picked up his things from the floor, making a show out of bending over in front of the two boys that had insulted him earlier. They both scrunch their faces in disgust, muttering under their breaths. A giggle escapes you as they stare daggers.

“Fucking cunt,” one of them says, and now it’s your turn to blow them a kiss. 

The three of you trudge down the halls, slowly but surely coming down from your highs. George suggests going to Ross and Adams flat, seeing as it's just a few bus stops away from the school. They share a flat above a Sainsburys, which is optimal for late night munchies. Adam even works there, so there's always opportunities to sneak a packet of crisps or a can of cola. 

The bus stinks of sweat and mildew, as did all buses in britain. You get used to the stench after a while, your legs propped up onto George and Mattys laps. The back seat was always your favorite, giving you ample space to stretch a bit. You and George share headphones while Matty takes a quick power nap. He always lets you pick the music, and today it was Radioheads ‘No Surprises’. The music plays softly as buildings and trees pass by the window. The day was quite sunny, the light reflecting off of the windows of houses and offices. You'd sobered up enough to be able to think clearly by now. 

These days were the best. They felt calm, like you could forget every other fucked up thing in your life. Your mother, your coursework. Nothing else existed in your little bubble except the people you were with. It felt peaceful, like a breath of fresh air. 

Matty stirred awake as the bus halted to a stop, yawning for dramatic effect. He loved to exaggerate, ever the performer. George was the quiet, brooding type, trying desperately to go unnoticed, which proved rather difficult. Although he was barely coming up on his 18th birthday, he had grown to a staggering 6 '4, with a voice at least 3 or so octaves deeper than Mattys. 

It had proven useful, you aways had someone to send into the smoke shop to buy fags or liquor, even if it always took a pep talk to even get him through the front door. George was convinced he didn't look older, even though he had never been carded. Ever. 

Usually it was Adam who bought it for you, even though both Matty and Ross were also already 18. Matty had already been banned from most liquor stores in the area, so he proved rather useless in situations needing a bit of booze. 

Mattys violent knocks against the flat door brought you back to reality

“C’MON OPEN UP ITS US,” his voice booms through the hallway. You can hear banging and shuffling coming from the other side of the door. It's so obviously Ross bumping into every available surface because he hadn't turned on the light yet. He was an avid day sleeper, mostly working night shifts. A particularly loud crash is followed by glass breaking. 

Matty taps his foot impatiently, waiting for the door to finally open. Ross emerges, looking disgruntled and tired of Mattys shit. 

“Mate, tell me, what possessed you to come knocking about at this hour, don't you have school-? I swear you're going to be the end of me one day” he rubs his eyes, getting the sleep out of them before moving out of the way to let the three of you in. 

“First of all, it's like 11am, so not exactly the ungodly hour you were describing,” Matty starts “Second of all, we’ve been kicked out of class, so where better to come than here?” 

The inside of the flat reeks of cigarettes and laundry detergent. Ross refuses to smoke on the terrace, deeming it too cold even in the middle of summer. Adam always smokes on the terrace, scared of staining the walls like in those addiction documentaries. A futile attempt, but at least he tries. Matty immediately lights a fag, sighing happily when the nicotine hit his system. School had always been an endurance test for him. Getting him to sit still for 2 hours without going for a cigarette proved nearly impossible. He was already itching by the 45 minute mark.

“What did you even do to get kicked out before 12?” He looks at George, who tells him exactly what happened with tears of laughter in his eyes. Matty rolls his before sitting down on the comforter located to the left of the TV, ashing into one of the various ashtrays situated around the house. George sits on the sofa next to Ross, and you make your way to your favorite spot, the table. Sitting cross legged on the table made you all face each other, which you quite liked. 

“Brew?” George asks, looking up from his Ipod. Everyone nods, and he gets up to put on the kettle. Idle conversation fills the air, and Matty starts chatting about the new “groundbreaking” Metallica album. Matty was, if anything, a music snob. No one could stop him raving on about albums or artists, whether he was praising or criticizing them. Once he started, you couldn't stop him to save your life.

Minutes tick past when George brings back mugs of tea. Mattys mug has got the words “I ❤️ cum” on it. Ross has his usual Macclesfield Town mug, and you and George have the plain green ones Adam bought in an attempt to make the flat seem somewhat civilized. 

Hours pass and Matty finally shuts up. You end up on top of him, sitting on the arms of the comforter. You're all watching Skins on the telly, and Mattys hand makes its way to your back, keeping you steady. He’d always been touchy like that, so it didn't bother you. You look at the sofa and see Ross passed out, drooling onto George's jumper. George, polite as ever, lets him sleep. It was a miracle Ross hadn't started snoring already. 

You suggest to Matty that maybe it was time to get going, seeing as you lived on the other side of the city. George's place was right around the corner, so he decided to stay and look after Ross a bit before Adam got home from his shift. Britain's sweetheart. 

Getting up as quietly as possible, making your way towards the door. Ross stirs as Matty almost knocks over his mug. The two of you make eye contact, silently laughing at Ross’ position, basically on top of George. He flipped you off, rolling his eyes and reaching for the remote, turning down the telly.

It was still fairly dark inside, so gathering everything proved a bit of a challenge. The curtains were drawn shut, the yellow material of them painting the house in a warm yellow hue. 

You had spotted Mattys flowery bag in the corner next to the stove, and grabbed it along with a bottle of cola that was set on top of the kitchen counter. Hydration was important, after all, even if you knew Adam would be livid that you were stealing his shit again. What are mates for?    

Matty grabbed both of your coats, mouthing “lets go,” before making his way towards the front door. 

The bright light of the hallway burns your eyes. How do they survive coming out here when that fucking flat is always so dark? You think to yourself. You wonder if Ross has a vitamin D deficiency from the inherent lack of sunshine in his life, yourself excluded. 

The bus ride home is rowdier, filled with kids from surrounding schools. The both of you hid in a corner towards the front, away from the dickheads that usually sat in the back row. You were both too tired to deal with anyone but each other. 

He was right, everything did smell like jimmy choo now, and maybe you shouldn't have sprayed so much. 

His hand wanders to his eyes, rubbing a bit of the eyeshadow off.

“Does it still look alright?” he asks, looking up from your lap. It had smudged a bit, melted off after a full day of wear. It's not like you used your expensive waterproof stuff, after all.

“You look fine, pretty actually,” You give him a tired smile, stroking his hair absentmindedly 

“Can you even call a guy pretty? Isn't that, like, inherently degrading?” Matty mutters, a grin spreading onto his face. 

“It's only degrading if you let it be. You Matthew Healy, are pretty. Pretty like a girl” 

A laugh escapes you, imagining Matty as a woman. Knowing him, he’d be into it. 

“Does it bother you? Y’know, me being feminine and wearing makeup.” The question surprises you. It's a rare thing seeing Matty this vulnerable. He doesn't care what other people think, but he does care what you think. 

“You know I don't care, I actually prefer you this way.” you assure him.

“Though it's still my mission to convince you that the backpack is not the move you think it is.” 

That earns you a frown from Matty. “It is! I'll let you know the lady at the store told be it very in this time of year” its always funny watching him get defensive over his fashion choices, even if he knows he’s fucked up and its hideous. 

“Yeah maybe it's trendy... for 8 year old girls! But you do you mate, don't let me judge you,” that gets you an elbow to the gut. 

The walk home is one you always take together. Arms hooked into each other, walking, sharing headphones. It's your turn on the music, putting on ‘This Charming Man’ by the smiths. 

“You know, Morrissey sort of reminds me of you. You're really similar in your campness”  Matty choked on air, shooting you a faux offended look. 

“Did you seriously call Morrissey camp? He'd have your head for that.” 

“You're both attention slags, so there's at least one similarity.” Matty doesn't say anything, knowing your words do, in fact, ring true. Matty loves attention, and man, is good at getting it. 

He draws people to him like moths to a flame. Always the loudest, always the most interesting. 

That one saying; “You can't be the prettiest girl at the party, but you always be the drunkest” is a personification of Matty. He tips back wine glass after wine glass, not caring about the stains on his shirt or the red ring around his lips. He then makes it a poor Hanns job to make sure he doesnt get into a scrap with three much bigger guys (which actually did happen last summer outside of a pub in london. Matty got out scot free, while Adam nearly suffered a heart attack). 

You hug Matty goodbye, giving him a peck on the cheek. 

You always dreaded coming home. 

They say your biggest critic is your mind, but yours was your mother. You knew she had already gotten a call from the school saying you cut class. The moment you stepped into the living room, the yelling started. “How can you do this” and “What are you even doing with your life” turned into “Look at yourself, you look like a whore and you're going to school like that?” or “Were you out with that little gay boyfriend of yours again?”

You try to tune it out, not letting it get to you. She's been like that for as long as you can remember, never letting up for even just a second. You weren't the best kid, but she sure isn't helping you “get on the right track” as she liked to say.

Tears well up in your eyes when you finally shut your bedroom door. Your first instinct is to call Matty. He picks up after two rings, immediately hearing the quiver in your voice. 

He tells you he’ll be there as soon as he can. 

Minutes pass by slowly until you hear a familiar, although uncharacteristically soft, knock at your window. Matty.

Your puffy eyes meet his and he can tell you’d been crying. No words were exchanged as he took you into your arms, his hands soothingly stroking your hair as you let out muffled sobs into his chest. It broke his fucking heart to see you like this. You were extensions of each other, the others' pain was always your own.    

“It's all so shit. Why cant she just be normal one fucking time.” your voice audibly shakes, partially out of anger and partially out of exasperation. 

“I know i suck, I know I'm a bad daughter but-,” Matty cuts you off. “You’re fucking amazing, you know that?” His words only make you cry harder. 

He holds you close, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, the sound of his voice similar to the way he spoke to you that night. His hands feel cold against your skin, and you know he’d rushed to your house without grabbing his coat. You look up at him, seeing his hair was unruly, curls falling into his face. The blonde highlights littered his dark hair and he ran his hand through them, brushing them to the side to get a better look at you. 

“D’you want to sit down? We can listen to music. Whatever you want, and won't even comment on how shit it is, promise,” He knew you didn't want to talk about it then, you never did.  

You sit in silence, your face still in his chest, staining the light blue material of his shirt. You quietly apologize, knowing how much he loves that shirt. He tells you to shut up, and that it didn't matter. 

He had gotten it in Barcelona at some tourist shop for 50 quid. Insane price for a tshirt that just said “Barcelona” on it, but he held it dear to his heart. It reminded him of his childhood summers. 

“There's a bottle of um…,” you trail off, gesturing to the second drawer of your nightstand. Matty understands, and reaches over you to open it. The drawer is filled with half eaten granola bars, bracelets, jewelry, the odd vape for when it was too cold to go outside. Matty always took the piss out of you for having them, saying they were ‘so fucking girly it hurt’. After a second of rummaging, he took out a half drunk bottle of Bacardi. It always sat in your nightstand for when you needed it, and you definitely needed it now. 

“Only you'd have a giant bottle of rum in your nightstand,” Matty says softly, searching your expression. The corners of your mouth tug upwards at his words, and you crack a smile.   

He opens it for you, and grabs an abandoned cup from your desk. The cup he had gifted you on your 17th birthday. It was covered in flowers and stars, very Matty. Very you. Pouring a healthy amount into the glass, he hands it to you.  

“To shitty situations” He raises it, clinking it against your cup. He takes a swig straight from the bottle. You down the whole thing in one go, wincing as the alcohol burns down your throat. 

“You feel better?” he asks, pouring more into your cup. You nod, before taking another drink. “I just need to get drunk and forget,” you sigh. Matty starts to speak again.

“That's an unhealthy way to go about it. Soon enough I'll be picking you up from corners because you can't handle your liquor. It's a recipe for alcoholism, innit?” you cackle at his words prompting Matty to raise his eyebrows at you.  

“Oh come off it!,” How many times have you been so drunk you couldn't find your own dick if you tried. Sort yourself out before criticizing my drinking habits.” you scoff  

You decide ‘Wonderwall’ by Oasis is the right soundtrack for the night. You lay down next to Matty, your shoulders and thighs touching each other. You look up fondly at the dozens of yellow stars littering your ceiling. Reminiscent of your early childhood, you couldn't bear to take them down. You still felt like a child, your heart yearning for the same innocence you no longer possessed. A distinct naïveté you missed dearly. After your breakup with Phillip you'd realized that the world wasn't all it was cut out to be. People wanted, and they took. It didn't matter to them if they hurt others, because as long as they were satiated, nothing else mattered. 

You turn to your left, draping your arm over Mattys stomach. He let out a deep breath, raising his right arm to draw light circles onto your back. His nails had grown out longer than usual, but the sharpness of them was comforting through the thin material of your tank top. The edge of your small twin bed dug into your back. 

The two of you laid like that for hours before sleep took over your body. The stars on the ceiling blurred as your eyes started to shut. You let out a soft hum, settling into Matty even more, holding him close.

You don't know how long he stayed, but he was gone when you woke up. You feel a sticky note attached to your forehead, the glue rubbing off on your skin. You could barely read Mattys erratic handwriting. The note read: you fell asleep, hope your hangover isn't as bad as mine. left you some Advil on your dresser xx. 

Your hand reached next to you, feeling two tablets. You wash them down with water from the sink. Your cell phone lights up with a text from George 

“We’re meeting at Hanns flat, be there in 30,”

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The windows were rolled up, trapping the smoke inside. Your eyes were glazed over, barely able to make out Ross’ face in front of you. Watching as Matty took another hit, you made a ‘give it here’ motion at the zoot, prompting him to hand it to you. Rhianna blared through the radio, a far cry from Adams usual taste in music, but no one seemed to care. Even Matty had managed to keep his mouth shut, instead moving his head in time with the music. 

Adam was sitting in the driver's seat, as always. He’d never let anyone else drive his girl, not even Ross. He was insanely protective over his car, even if it was an old piece of junk. 

George was in the passenger seat, holding a pink, polka dotted ashtray in his hand. The colorful ceramic proved quite the contrast against his dark clothes and messy blonde hair. It was a gift from his older sister, and the only ashtray he ever used. 

You were perched in the middle seat, your elbows on the console between Adam and George. Matty sat on your right, and Ross on your left.  

“No joke, I once had a bird offer to give me a footjob. Can you imagine that?” Adam spoke loudly, almost too loud. Ross let out a disgusting snort, the mental image of Adam getting a footjob making him properly lose it. You make a face. 

“That can't feel good at all, innit? Aren't the soles of feet rough?” you ponder. “Only if you have George's hobbit feet, that is,” Matty said, ducking to avoid yet another lighter being chucked at him. You were going to run out of lighters at this rate. 

“I'll show you hobbit feet you fucking cunt,” George retorted, sticking out his tongue like a child.

“I had a girl once who wanted me to properly bite down on her nipples, like hard. Can't imagine how much that would've hurt.” you share. She’d been quite the odd one up until she was in your bed, so you were already expecting some sort of weird kink. Nipple biting was definitely not on that list. Not that you were kink shaming.  

George spoke first: “What d’you mean girl? You're telling me you've been with girls?” You raise your eyebrows at him. “Erm, yeah? Didn't I tell you-?” Everyone shook their heads except Matty. You had already told him this story months before, the both of you laughing at your misfortune. Smiling at the fond memory, you meet Ross’ eye. 

“We didn't know you were like, proper gay,” he says quietly, not wanting to sound abrasive. You suck in a deep breath before answering. “I'm not proper anything, and besides,” you point at Matty sitting next to you, “This one’s snogged loads of blokes.”  A collective “What???” fills the car, with everyone's eyes now on Matty. 

“What if I have? It's not my job to notify you of all my sexual endeavors, innit?” Matty looks slightly uncomfortable, giving you a look. You frown at him, and he shakes his head. Slight signs of a smile linger on his face. It's fine he mouths at you, resting his arm on your shoulder. 

The three of them talk loudly over each other, with Ross asking some very explicit questions on the mechanics of gay sex. 

“How do you even, like, properly shag? It's not like you have anything you can shove into the other girl,” Jesus christ. 

Matty taps Ross’ shoulder, bringing the attention to his hands. He brings them up to his mouth, sticking his tongue out between the V-shape his fingers had made. Wiggling his eyebrows suggestively, the whole demonstration makes Ross visibly cringe. 

The car suddenly starts. Adam makes the short drive to Carolines, stating that the hotbox was getting to be too much for him. George has a go at his age, calling him an old man. Hann was in fact, about 2 and a half years older than George, and a solid year older than the rest of you. Old man was right. 

You had rolled down the window on Mattys side, hoping some fresh air would help Adams driving skills. The erratic swerving had begun to make you sick. 

Finally trugding up the stairs to the terrace, Matty says something about it being too fucking cold. Ross says “That's the price of being built like a male Kate Moss,” and Matty nearly shoves him down the stairs. 

It is colder than usual, and you had opted for a dark gray zip up, the material hugging you tightly. You were pretty sure it was Mattys. A pair of green wash jeans hung low, revealing the lightning bolt tattoo on your right hip bone. It was a copy of Bowie's on the cover of ‘Aladdin Sane’. You had gotten it done by another one of your mates, Rome, who was an aspiring tattoo artist. It looked a bit shit, the lines slightly crooked, but it was yours. 

You had convinced George and Ross to carry the sofa from the office onto the terrace. They were the tallest and strongest, and Mattys arms would have snapped like twigs if he tried to carry anything, you said to them. George laughed his octave defying laugh, while Ross let out an annoyed grunt, shoving past you. 

Adam was right behind them, carrying a small wooden coffee table. “For you- I know how much you hate sofas,” he says quietly. You called him a softy, but inevitably thanked him for bringing it out. He had his rare sweet moments, and you appreciate them 

Once you had all settled, you took out your tobacco and papes, starting to roll your first cigarette of the night. You honestly needed a break from all the weed, because jesus. 

Matty let out a groan, taking the piss out of you for bringing all that instead of just buying industrials. 

“I know you think you're better than us for rolling, it's quite pretentious.” he sucks in a breath before talking, moving his hands erratically “Don't tell me it ‘tastes better’ because that's simply bollocks, it all tastes the same!” 

“Pretentious? Her? That's rich coming from someone who raves on about William Burroughs like anyone knows who is!” Matty looks hurt, and you give Ross a look that says you really don't know who William Burroughs is?

The conversation continued without you, too preoccupied with rolling to add anything. All was well until George decided to open his giant mouth again. 

“If you're not fully gay,” he started, “how do we know you're not secretly crushing on any of us?” he raised his eyebrows, looking at you expectantly.

You let out a snort, it slowly morphing into laughter until you look at him, his expression deadly serious. 

“You can’t actually mean that?” your voice is slightly hoarse. “For all we know, you could be harboring secret affection for Matty with the amount of times you’ve slept in the same bed.” 

Mattys perks up at this, shooting George a glare that could kill a man. He told him??? 

You don't know what came over you. Maybe it was the weed, maybe you were just groggy from the lingering hangover. You lick the cig closed, setting down next to the others. Uncrossing your legs, you get up and walk towards Matty. You can see the grin plastered onto his face, and he is definitely not sober.

You stumbled over Adam's foot, kicking it out of the way. Ross moved away from Matty, giving you some space. 

The terrace was dark, but the moonlight illuminated some of Mattys features. Specifically, his eyes. They seemed to glow, following your every step toward him. I'll show you secret affection you thought to yourself when your hand made contact with Mattys face. The stubble on his chin scratched your fingers. He never could grow a beard, and the faint shadow was as long as it would get. 

He sat with his legs spread, skin peaking out through the single rip in his jeans. His arms rested on the sofas back, splaying out to the side. He wore a black v-line jumper, the knit of it almost see-through.  

The makeup from the previous day was still smudged on his face, giving him a rockstar-esque look. The eyeshadow framed his eyes, glittering in the faint light. Your hands cupped his face, lightly stroking his jaw. The grin had been wiped off his face the moment you had settled between his legs, kneeling on the edge of the sofa. 

You didn't think, just moved, your lips smashing against each other. It seemed to take Matty by surprise, and it even took him a second before he kissed you back. One thing nagged at you. Why did you like it?

There was no time to think when you heard George wolf whistle at the both of you. 

You want a show, I'll give you a show you thought, slipping in your tongue and taking over the kiss. He seemed into it, but then again, Matty would fuck anything with a pulse. You smile against his mouth at the thought. It suddenly felt hot, even though you were outside. His hand snaked its way into your hair, tugging slightly. This didn't feel platonic. Was it?

“Alright, alright, we didn't sign up for a porno,” Ross says, his hand covering his mouth. You were the one who broke the kiss. Matty let out a soft groan when you parted, loud enough for only you to hear. His eyes pierced yours, and you moved to get off of him. 

Your heart thrummed against your ribcage, and you felt dizzy. What the fuck?

You wiped your mouth, your lipgloss having smeared all over your face. Wiping the back of your sticky hand against the sofa, you turned and walked back to your spot on the table. 

“See! Absolutely no ‘secret affection’ as George so kindly put it.” you say to the group, going back to your pile of fags, taking one and lighting it. If you had looked at Matty instead of being preoccupied with Hanns bickering about the prissy new manager, you would have noticed a faint shade of red caressing his cheeks. He felt around for his own cigarettes, and took out a pack of parliaments. Spotting the lighter next to you, he reached for it, lighting the cig as he inhaled the smoke eagerly.

It was already half two when the five of you finally piled back into Hanns car. The prominent stench of weed made you scrunch up your nose. You decide to light a cigarette in the car despite various protests and threats to your life if you even dared to ash onto the leather seats. Switching seats with Matty, you ash out the window instead, resting your head against the rim of the car. 

Ross and George were having yet another meaningless debate on whether mixing ketchup and mayo was a cardinal sin or totally acceptable. Every other word was an insult, and you knew they would never come to an agreement, ever.

You had already established that you’d be sleeping over at Mattys, saving Adam time and petrol not having to drive both of you home separately. Denise and Tim were out on a press tour, so he had the house to himself. 

His room was dark, the curtains drawn shut. If you knew Matty, you knew he hated the big light with a burning passion. Instead, a small lamp was turned on in the corner, illuminating the various posters that littered his wall. Band posters, prints, tapestries, the occasional quote. Everything screamed Matty

His room was filled with so much music. CD’s, vinyls, even the odd cassette tape. His purple record player sat on top of a dresser next to his desk, surrounded by various small trinkets of his. It was his prized possession, a gift from his mother for his 14th birthday.  

You had already helped yourself to a cola from his fridge downstair. His house was huge, way bigger than your own. Your parents weren't actors, after all. The walls of his room were stained towards the corners, just another side effect of Mattys near constant chain smoking. His bed was big, and you both fit comfortably on it. The wardrobe next to it had a pile of your own clothes in it, but none to sleep in. Your eyes dart around the room looking for one of his to wear, landing on his bright pink durex t-shirt. He had worn it once to school, promptly getting kicked out of literature class by a very conservative Mrs. Sexton.

Soft music was playing in the background as you unloaded your bag onto Matty’s insanely cluttered desk. Out came multiple pens, makeup, not one, not two, but three lighters, and finally, makeup wipes.    

You sat on the ground in front of his full length mirror, wiping at your eyes and face. Matty was making the bed, giving the both of you each your own duvet, a must after too many fights over the blanket. You weren't a peaceful sleeper, constantly tossing and turning, occasionally even kicking Matty in the back. 

Washing your face, you hear the bathroom door click open. Matty went and sat on the closed toilet lid next to you.

“Hand me my toothbrush, will you? And some toothpaste.” he asked, stretching his hand out. You do, even wetting the toothbrush for him. 

He sat there, brushing his teeth and flipping through a recent issue of playboy while you put moisturizer on, and then a serum. 

“I dont get how you can be arsed to put all that shit on your face, it takes way too long,” his comment makes you roll your eyes at him in the reflection. 

“Not everyone is naturally blessed with clear skin like you, people like me have to put effort into their appearance, knobhead.” A wave of insecurity hits you as you inspect the acne on your face. 

You had been a chronic face picker in your early teenage years, and the consequences of that were gnarly acne scars covering most of your face. They were not prominent, but they were there. 

Matty was fortunate enough to have had maybe three zits ever, his clear skin the stuff of dreams. 

Matty watches you pick yourself apart in the mirror. He hated when you did that. It made his heart ache in his chest. He wished you could see what he saw. What did he see?

“You’re quite beautiful, really,” he says, making eye contact with you through the mirror. You’re taken aback, not quite sure how to respond. You open your mouth to speak. 

“Oh bugger off,” you say, your voice breathy and annoyed. You didn't want to sound annoyed, it just came out that way. 

Matty raises both his hands in defeat, and spits the toothpaste into the toilet bowl, flushing. The hairbands sitting on the bathroom counter eventually end up in your hair, holding together two braids on either side of your face. You stare at the mirror one more time, examining yourself. The pink fabric of your (well, Mattys) shirt clung to you like it did Matty. Taking off your bra, you go back into his room. He had changed into a loose Kiss t-shirt and black boxers. The light of the corner lamp helped you find your phone, sitting on the nightstand next to you. 

The atmosphere was calm, calm enough that you’d almost forgotten about the kiss. Almost. 

Matty reached over to turn the lamp off, lighting a candle for light. Cinnamon. 

“You know it's dangerous to sleep with candles lit? We could catch on fire and die,” Matty had rolled over on his side, now facing you. A grin spread onto his face. 

“If it kept me from ever seeing Hanns ugly mug ever again, i’d gladly let cinnamon spice scented flames burn me to death,” 

You giggle at his words. Poor Adam, always taking the worst of Mattys jokes, if you could even call them that. Accepting his decision to keep the candle lit, you pull the blanket over your shoulders. Your eyes shut and you can feel butterflies in your stomach. Butterflies, really? Jesus fucking christ. 

You're scared to open your eyes, scared to even look at Matty. Maybe it was a mistake. He's your best mate. That kiss didn't mean anything, especially not to him.

A million thoughts race through your head, and you shove them into a small corner of your mind. Ignore ignore ignore, it didn't mean anything. He's just some wanker who picked you up at a bus stop three years ago and somehow became your best mate. He's just some guy you share a bed with sometimes. He's just some guy who lights your spliffs for you. He's just some guy who you kissed on a terrace overlooking the city. 

Fuck. 

[fizzyorange-v2]

on not being able to save those you love, even from themselves

“I've been inside his head. That guy's a piece of shit.”

“It doesn't matter. I-I don't want to be someone who leaves people behind. I want to be someone who saves his family. And for better or worse... he's family.”

Credits:

1 - Billy-Ray Belcourt, A History of My Brief Body / Virgina Woolf, Final Letter to Her Husband // 2 - Nick Schager, The Boys Recap: Don’t Forget Your Second Wind // 3 - Adrienne Rich, For the Dead // 4 - Jodi Picoult, Handle with Care / The Boys, Assassination Run / Lena Oleanderson, Love in the Thoracic Cavity / Friedrich Nietzsche / @ell-hs, x / unknown // 5 - The Front Bottoms, Twelve Feet Deep / Dazai Osamu, No Longer Human / Walter Benjamin, One Way Street (tr. Edmund Jephcott), Selected Writings, Vol I: 1913-1926 / lillie, via Pinterest // 6 - John Le Carré, The Looking Glass War / Bring Me the Horizon, True Friends / starparkdesigns, via Instagram // 7 - Clive Barker, The Hellbound Heart / The Crane Wives, Tongues and Teeth / @neuxue, x // 8 - Susan Sontag, As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks (1964 - 1980) / Molly McAdams, Stealing Harper (Taking Chances, #1.5) / The Mountain Goats, Training Montage / Hael, Who Made You A Monster? // 9 - Bares, Montage // 10 - Aeschylus, Agamemnon / Garth Ennis, Preacher / D.N., excerpt from a book i'll never write #71 / @catradoraism, x / Poor Man’s Poison, Black Sheep // 11 - The Mountain Goats, Up the Wolves // 12 & 13 - Natalie Young, Notes on Earth Life // 14 - Brandon Sanderson, The Final Empire / unknown / David Fincher, The Social Network // 15 - Margaret Atwood, "Hesitations outside the door", Power Politics / @theartistichuman, x / Jorge Rivera-Herrans, No Longer You // 16 - unknown

as always please let me know if any links break, any credit is incorrect, or if you’re aware of where a missing piece of media is from :]

[malarkgirlypop]

Masterlist

Requests for one-shots are OPEN! ❤️

About me:

My name is Kate I go by she/her pronouns, I’m 23, just happy to be here really this fandom is so supportive! Have a look around, and don’t be scared to message me!

My OC's

Lemonade (Eugene Sledge x Fem!OC):

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

MEDIC! (Donald Malarkey x Fem!OC) COMPLETED: Moodboard 1 - 2 - 3 - 4

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38 TW

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

The Devil Wears a Suit and Tie: (Donald Malarkey x Fem!OC AU)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

BoB x Reader

Ronald Speirs:

Green-eyed Monster

Edward Tipper:

Warriors part 1

Warriors part 2

Joseph Liebgott:

Goody part 1

Goody part 2

Goody part 3

Bull Randleman:

He's the Boss Part 1

He's the Boss Part 2

He's the Boss Part 3

He's the Boss Part 4

David Webster:

This is for you

Eugene Roe:

Come Away With Me

Lena Riggi:

Lie with me?

Skip Muck:

I just want to feel ok again

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[seeminglyranch87]

Taylor & Travis Timeline

June 2024 - Part 1

June 2 - The Eras Tour, Groupama Stadium, Lyon France N1 - rain show.

The Prophecy x Long Story Short (guitar) & Fifteen x You're On You're Own Kid (piano)

June 3 - The Eras Tour, Groupama Stadium, Lyon France N2

Glitch x Everything Has Changed (guitar) & Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus (piano)

June 6 - Travis to appear on Good Morning America

June 7 - Chiefs OTA's, Kansas City - Travis (x)

The Eras Tour, Scottish Gas Murrayfield Stadium, Edinburgh, UK N1

Would've Could've Should've x I Know Places (guitar) & ‘Tis The Damn Season x Daylight (piano)

June 8 - The Eras Tour, Scottish Gas Murrayfield Stadium, Edinburgh, UK N2

The Bolter x Getaway Car (guitar) & All Of The Girls You’ve Loved Before x Crazier (piano)

More promotional deals for Travis; Accelerator with Livvy Dunne.

June 9 - The Eras Tour, Scottish Gas Murrayfield Stadium, Edinburgh, UK N3

It's Nice To Have A Friend x Dorothea (guitar) & Haunted x Exile (piano)

Travis participates in David Njoku’s celebrity softball game. Travis is winner of the home run derby

June 10 - Travis in KC for media day (x) Let's go #87

Travis comments on GoJo & Golic's podcast where he raves about Travis' athleticism, simulating a conversation between Tay & Trav (x)

"The only thing I can come back to with all this ... is how difficult it is to register on the Richter scale in the house that he's now apart of with Taylor Swift where its like 'Oh babe, what did you do this weekend?' 'Well, I stimulated the global economy, I went to a new a new city and enriched the lives of hundreds of thousands of people, babe, what did you do?' 'I cracked 11 dingers (11 home runs) in a celebrity softball game, feeling pretty great about this one babe, thanks for asking' "

June 11 - Chiefs training camp

Travis is asked at Chiefs press conference what he and his significant other cook together based on the Youtube Short Taylor posted (x 6:30)

"I'm gonna keep that one it myself, because I thoroughly enjoy cooking with her, so its something I'd rather keep personal" and later adds " Taylor makes a great pop tart and cinnamon roll" with a big grin on his face as he leaves.

Taylor out at Casa Cruz in Notting Hill, London, UK dining with Cara Delevingne, Stella McCartney, Phoebe Waller Bridges, Kate Moss, Este Haim, Danielle Haim, Lena Dunham, Andrew Scott, Martin McDonagh & others. Taylor wears the choker she also wore to the Grammy's when announcing TTPD and receiving her 4th Album Of The Year. I'm suspicious...

Look at that smirk...

New Heights Ep. 94 airs (x) Jason and Travis talk about Travis’ Kids Choice Awards nomination, Jason is convinced Travis will win. Jason is not recognised by young women and girls...

“oh my god you’re the brother of the Travis dating Taylor Swift!!”

June 12 - Chiefs training camp. "Tight end Travis Kelce made a great catch over the middle despite good coverage during a 7-on-7 period."

Go to previous update -> May part 3

Go to next update -> June part 2

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[bloodyquillink-blog]

I loved your reader x logan story!!!! it made me NEED more lol. Would you be willing to possibly write one for logan x reader where they meet at heshs wedding. Logan is best man for hesh, and reader is heshs finance maid of honor. they get forced to pair up and hate each other but then fall in love by the end of the wedding planning.

If it’s super confusing that’s okay!!

A/N 🪶: I’m glad you enjoyed it! I noticed you said they meet at Hesh’s wedding but then said they fall in love by the end of the wedding planning which was sort of confusing so I made a few adjustments if that’s okay. I will say I struggled with this prompt a bit, but the challenge felt good! I'm gonna label this one an f!reader as I noticed you used her when explaining.

Warnings/Tags: Reader wears a dress, Reader is from east coast, very fluffy and sweet, Happy Ending, Spaceballs(1987) Reference, Features a couple oc!characters as reader’s friends, Logan used to tease reader for being short, Keegan and Kick get bitches

Word Count: 5.1K

Who Would’ve Thought? Logan Walker x f!reader

You step out of the cab and grab your luggage from the trunk of the black SUV, your friends following. As your group moves to the sidewalk so as to not obstruct traffic, Wanda shades her eyes from the bright sun and looks up at the giant hotel.

“Lena’s fiancé rented out this whole place?!” Wanda exclaims in disbelief.

“Actually, it was her fiancés captain. David wasn’t even asking him to, he just brought up that they wanted some place nice and spacious for everyone and then his captain took care of it all.” Shawn corrects.

“Aw, that’s nice of him. Looks like he spared no expense either, shit!” Mara laughs.

“Looks like we’ll also be with a bunch of soldiers too, so remember to be nice! I’m looking at you, Mara.” You point.

“If they don’t mess with me, or any of you for that matter, then I won’t mess with them. Might wanna tell David to warn them too!” Mara doesn’t even look at you when she speaks, you already knew the drill after having known her and the others for so many years.

A car screeches to a stop right next to you, the door opening as Kat, your best friend since high school, jumps out and runs over to you all screaming incoherently.

“EEE! My girls!!! My best girls!!!” She manages to wrap all of you in her arms and squeezes you so tight, you begin to question if you’ll even make it to the wedding without some kind of breathing tool. Her soon-to-be husband steps out as well.

“H-Hi, Dav-id!” You squeak as Lena’s hug gets even tighter. You and your –breathless– friends endure the pain of friendship while David gets their luggage. He chuckles as he walks over to you all.

“Honey, you’re killing your friends.” He says, jokingly… you think.

“10 more seconds!” Lena shouts. David looks at each of you, smiling.

“We’ll remember all of you well, what kinda of graves do you want?” He jokes. Lena finally lets go and playfully smacks David on his arm.

“Yeah yeah, can’t a girl be happy to see her best friends?” She looks over at all of you, still smiling as wide as ever. You, Mara, Wanda and Shawn are hunched over, gasping for air as quietly, and gratefully, as possible. You hold out one of your hands.

“Good to see you in person again.” you pant. David gives you a half-hug so as not to make breathing even harder for you.

“I think you realigned my chakra with that hug.” Wanda groans.

“Which one?” Mara asks. Wanda pauses for a moment, still panting.

“All of them?” She answers. David continues giving hugs before kissing Lena on her forehead and wrapping an arm around her waist. 

“I think that might just be your spine shifting back into place.” Shawn points.

“So, how was the flight over here? Nothing too bad, I hope.” David asks. You talk with them as you bring your luggage inside the hotel. All of you had a relatively quick and painless flight, ignoring your bag almost breaking open twice and Wanda needing to replace hers in the airport when it broke after the first layover. Mara and Shawn were all set and helped her pick out better suitcases. At one point, Mara offered to hold some of your things in her bag. It’s not that either of them traveled light, Shawn noted, they just packed more efficiently than you. You stuck your tongue out at her for that.

As you each receive your room keys, you hear the revolving door swirl. David looks over and waves to a small group of men, all dressed in mostly dark clothes despite the summer heat. One of them is absolutely huge with a beard, the next three are relatively similar in size and height, their eyes dark as they walked just a bit behind the older man. You recognize one of them but you can’t remember how. He holds your gaze until David begins introducing them.

“Ladies, I’d like you to meet my sweet old Captain.” He smiles as you all chuckle amongst yourselves. The man eyes David before shaking each of your hands.

“Call me Merrick. If you ever want to hear any stories about David, let me know. I suddenly have plenty to share.” Your group giggles as David deadpans and rolls his eyes before introducing the next man to come up.

“This is Keegan “The Smoothtalker” Russ, he and Merrick both worked with my dad a while back before the Federation. One of the most reliable men I know.” Keegan walks forward to shake your hands as well.

“Pleasure to make your acquaintance,” his voice is even deeper than Merrick’s, “I hope I can make your night as well.” You notice he holds onto Mara’s hand a bit longer than everyone else’s, he stares directly into her eyes. Mara doesn’t shrink at all despite his intimidating aura.

“I’d like to see you try, tough guy.” She shoots back. Keegan smirks as he steps back into his original spot. Mara doesn’t usually flirt, but when she does, it’s honestly inspirational. 

David moves on to the next man, he bares some resemblance to David, actually. Wait…

“This is my brother, Logan, the first most reliable man I know.” He doesn’t say anything. Your friends offer a small wave, while you stare.

“Long time no see, Logan.” You say, smiling. He nods, smirk on his face, while David moves on. The next man is a little shorter than Keegan and Logan, but seems somewhat more approachable.

“This is Kick, the biggest nerd I know but another one of the most reliable men I know.” Kick rolls his eyes and steps forward to shake everyone’s hands.

“You may not know this but Hesh- er- David,” He corrects, “is unintentionally the funniest man I know.”

“Thanks, Kick–”

“I mean you should see him whenever he faceplants on the field after slipping, it’s like a cartoon. He gets up and it’s like he got a mud mask.” You all giggle as Kick walks back with his head high and David bites his lip as his ears turn pink.

“Don’t suppose you have pictures?” Shawn asks, Kick shakes his head but smiles.

“If I get any, I’ll send them to you right away.” David is gritting his teeth at this point.

“Okay, hun, do you wanna introduce your friends?” Lena brings her hands together, excited.

“Oh yeah! David and Logan already know her but,” She introduces you first. “She’s my best friend since high school! And this is Mara “The Baddie” Williams, and Wanda “The Mind Reader” Stevens and Shawn, who’s a nerd too! But it’s cool when she does it.”

“Interesting names. So, what qualifies you as a nerd?” Kick asks, amused.

“I did computer science and engineering in my first four years of college, then went back for my masters in computer science and I’m working on my doctoral, at the moment. I think she just calls me a nerd because I’m doing an ‘unnecessary amount of school’.” Shawn explains. Kick nods, appreciatively.

“What do you- you guys do?” Shawn seems nervous suddenly.

“I’m an IT specialist, so I also work with computers a lot.” Kick answers immediately. Shawn nods, smiling an awful lot more than usual.

“Cool, cool… and, uh, you guys?” 

“As Hesh pointed out, I am apparently a ‘sweet’ and ‘old’ Captain. My job is working with these assholes and others like them.”

“Jury’s still out on the ‘sweet’ part, but everything else, yeah. I’m one of the assholes he works with, sadly.” Keegan says with a straight face.

“Same thing for Logan and I, just a couple assholes trying to make the world a better place.”

“I knew it, I’m surrounded by assholes.” Shawna jokes. Wanda turns to her.

“Did you actually just make a Spaceballs reference? Right now?”

“It is a good movie.” Kick admits.

“See, he agrees with me so it must be correct.” Shawna and Wanda bicker about the film. Lena claps her hands to get everyone's attention.

“Okay, why don’t we get our keys and head to our rooms before dinner and we can relax a bit and explore the hotel.” She suggests. As she finishes, the rotating door slides as more soldiers enter and fill up the lobby, some passing by David and clapping him on the back.

“I gotta stay here to help everyone else get comfortable, but you guys go on ahead.” David and Lena share a quick kiss before she turns. She pulls out her key card and excitedly ran off and then ran back to grab her luggage and waved goodbye.

“It was nice to meet you all! See you at dinner!” With the weight of her luggage, it was more of a speed walk. You and the girls wave goodbye and follow her to the big elevator centered in the lobby. As you walk, you feel eyes on you. Once you get to the elevator and wait, you look around. It doesn’t take much to find out what’s wrong. You look back over towards David and see Logan staring in your direction. You hold his gaze for a moment and force yourself to wave at him. He just looks away, focusing on whatever David is talking about with his group.

You ignore the interaction (if you can even call it that) and join into the conversation your friends are having. Lena is explaining the schedule while Shawna corrects her.

“Okay, so! We have dinner at 6:30! It’s like noon right now-”

“It’s 1:30.”

“Same thing! So, I got a room for all of us to share so we can be roommates!”

“Like it’s college again!” Wanda interjects.

All of you file into the elevator and go to your shared room. There’s five beds spread out amongst the room. The bathroom includes a separate bath and shower with multiple baskets of travel size toiletries lined along the side of the bathtub. You all set down your luggage beside one of the beds and sit down on the soft mattress and plush covers, talking amongst yourselves while you clean up for dinner.

After a few hours, you head down to the hotel restaurant. There were many tables filled already by David’s military friends. Him, Logan and his friends you met earlier sit at one table amongst their peers while Lena leads you to a different table that’s within their view. Logan can easily just stare directly at you from his spot which is exactly what he’s doing. When you look at him, you see the smile on his face. You almost immediately feel the weight of possible insults he could throw at you. 

When you were younger, you knew the Walker boys when they attended the same middle school as you on the east coast since their family was moving around a lot at the time before going back to San Diego. While Logan was quiet then, he still managed to make silent jokes at your expense. He’d rest his elbow on your head or bend his knees or hunch over dramatically to highlight the height difference between you two at the time. One time, he saw a chihuahua being walked by its owner and pointed at it then pointed at you before patting your head and continuing to walk beside David, their longer strides made it hard for you to catch up.

None of those jokes seem to come from him now but it left an imprint at the time that was apparently enough to make you self-conscious in front of him these days. 

Maybe I should’ve worn heels, you thought. 

Whatever, it's too late now. Lena put her purse down in her chair.

“I’ll be right back!” and she scurried off to see David. Their happiness is worth it. You can get through the dinner. You and your friends take a look at the menu. Before long, everyone’s ordering and drinking together. Lena’s since returned from the other table and excitedly talks about the hotel. “It’s so nice, I can’t wait to explore it with all of you. I think I heard they have an arcade room somewhere.” As everyone talks, your phone buzzes.

Unknown Number: Can you tell Lena I said thank you for giving me your number?

Who the fu-

You look up at Logan again. That same damn smile on his face, phone in hand. His smile looks so damn genuine but you can’t help but feel like it’s fake. You look at Lena.

“You gave him my number?!” You whisper yell.

“Oh yeah! He asked me for it and I thought ‘Why not’, so now you guys can catch up a bit while everything’s going on.”

As much as you want to grab her by the shoulders and shake her silly, you can’t. She was trying to be nice and this was something for you to take up with him yourself, like an adult. You exhale through your nose and show her the text.

“He wanted me to say thanks.” You chuckle. You refuse to ruin her mood in any way on the week of her wedding, especially if she’s done nothing wrong. She smiles and turns to look at Logan, bringing two thumbs up which he returns. You bite your tongue and type in his name for the contact before typing more.

You: It’s rude to text during dinner

Logan Walker: Tell that to Kick and your friend.

With wrinkled brows, you look up at your table and see Shawn typing which is strange because Shawn’s the one who reminds everyone of table etiquette. You look between Kick and Shawn, remembering their interaction earlier. Oh?

“Shawn, what happened to your table manners?” You ask, trying not to smile. She looks up with wide eyes, suddenly shy again.

“Oh! Sorry, I, um…” Her phone buzzes. Lena finished sipping her wine.

“Guilty, I may or may not have given Kick her number too!” Lena chimes in.

“It’s been like 5 minutes and you’re already forgetting table manners? Okay, Shawn, I see you.” Shawn flushes at your comment and finishes a quick text before putting her phone away, smiling at Kick who sees her and smiles back.

“Done now! So, what were we talking about?” Shawn’s face is still red as she attempts to shift the conversation. As Mara and Wanda poke and prod, your phone vibrates.

Logan Walker: Since it’s so rude, I’ll text you after dinner.

You: Much appreciated

Logan Walker: But before I do, I just wanted to say you look nice tonight.

You: I feel a joke coming on

Logan Walker: A joke?

You: Nevermind

You shove your phone in your bag and get back to the conversation at hand. Not too long after, dinner is served. You share laughs and drinks, as well as small bites of your gourmet meals. Afterwards, dessert is served. You can’t tell which course you enjoyed more but both taste like heaven.

When the night is over, everyone heads back to their rooms, aside from Lena and David who spend some time together away from their “roommates”. You sit in bed, showered and ready to sleep when you remember the texts. You pick up your phone and read.

Logan Walker: So what did you mean by joke?

You: You remember in middle school when you’d always make fun of my height

Logan Walker: Oh.

The hell does “Oh.” mean?

Logan Walker: And you thought I was gonna make fun of you tonight?

You: I was expecting it yeah

Logan Walker: I meant what I said earlier.

Logan Walker: I didn’t realize I bothered you so much back then.

You wait a few seconds, seeing three dots appear and disappear a couple times.

Logan Walker: I’m sorry.

He’s apologizing? You debate your response in your head.

You: Thanks

Logan Walker: I’ll let you be, it’s late. I’ll see you at brunch tomorrow.

Logan Walker: Don’t be late.

You: I am never late

Logan Walker: You were late to dinner.

You: I was right on time!

Logan Walker: In the military, if you aren’t early, you’re late.

You: The bride decides the time of arrival

Logan Walker: You made that up.

You: You’re applying a military “rule” to civilians

Logan doesn’t respond for a few seconds. You don’t see any dots.

You: I got you there

You: Goodnight mr sergeant walker sir

You immediately put down your phone smiling to yourself as though you just broke a rule in an elementary school class on purpose and feel that little rush of doing something “bad”. If your friends weren’t sleeping, you’d probably be giggling or some shit like a damn schoolgirl. As you roll over on your side, ready to sleep, you realize something. Logan Walker made you smile. You go to bed feeling warm and fuzzy.

You wake up the next morning to Lena shaking you awake before she moves on to the others. You collectively get ready and head out by 10:30 for brunch. Before the doors open, you swear you can already smell the food. You eat in the same restaurant area of the hotel as you did last night. While the tables remain in the same spots, the room has brought in more tables, all divided into sections where chefs make and serve food. You can even see the spice racks hanging on the walls that must’ve been moved in here. As everyone moves throughout the room, you sit down with Mara and Wanda. Lena joins not too long after.

“Where’s Shawn?” She asks. Mara looks around and points, smiling. Shawn is walking around beside Kick as they talk, almost looking excited. Kick intently listens and you notice whenever he finishes talking, Shawn’s smile gets a little wider. Wanda pulls out her phone and sends a quick text before eying Shawn carefully. Shawn pulls her phone out, Kick waiting patiently. Suddenly, she looks up at your table of smirks and turns back to Kick giggling, her face already red. After a minute more of talking, they go their separate ways. You see Kick sit beside Logan and he makes a comment that has Kick rolling his eyes. Logan’s eyes turn to you and he smiles. This time you smile back at him and get to eating.

The next couple days are a blur. You and your friends explore inside and outside the hotel, hanging out in mud baths at the spa with some other ladies, and you think you see a couple men too, from the military getting massages. As much as you want one as well, they probably need it more if the content groaning you hear says anything. You’re all sure to say thank you before heading out for shopping. You already brought your bridesmaid dress, but you see a pale blue dress with flowy sleeves that you must have. You notice Mara, Shawn and Wanda have matching dresses tailored to their style and body, their dresses are nearly at the floor and the sleeves go to their wrists whereas yours stops before your elbows and the hem is a little above your ankles. They all wear a variety of darker shades of blue while yours is noticeably more pastel than theirs.

“Oh, I didn’t realize you already picked out dresses! Do they have more of those?” Lena grabs you by the shoulders, a firm grip.

“You won’t be needing to match them! In fact, it’s good you won’t.” She has another excited look on her face. Before you can ask her what wicked thing she has planned, she spreads her arms out in front of you.

“You’re my maid of honor!” Your mouth drops open. You look at the others who are all smiling almost as wide as her.

“You little shits, did you plan this?!” You know the answer and they all confirm with a nod and you squeal, giving Lena a bear hug. Both of you practically fighting to crush the other in your arms, but lovingly so. Eventually, everyone joins in.

After more shopping and spending time with your girls, you text Logan to let him know you were all heading back. The wedding was tomorrow and your favorite love birds, David and Lena, already had arrangements to make sure they didn’t see each other at least 24 hours before the wedding.

Logan Walker: Don’t worry, we have him locked in the bathroom.

You: Will that hold him?

Logan Walker: No, but this is what we’re trained for.

You: You’re trained to hold your brother in a bathroom?

Logan Walker: The army prepares us for everything.

You felt bold tonight.

You: What else are you prepared for?

Logan Walker: Can’t say, surprise attacks only work when no one expects them.

You: Are you gonna attack me?

Logan Walker: Maybe. Probably.

Logan Walker: Only if you give me a reason to.

You: Yeah ok soldier boy

You suddenly feel like you’re in trouble.

You: I’m sorry

Logan Walker: You’re in room 345, right?

You: …no

Logan Walker: You have 5 seconds to tell me the truth.

You: IM SORRY

Logan Walker: 4

You: IM INNOCENT

Logan Walker: 3

You: LOGAN NO

Logan Walker: 2

You: OKAY FINE

You: YES

You: SHIT

You: Fuckin interrogating me

Logan Walker: It’s my job.

You: Is it tho?

Logan Walker: When necessary.

You: Yeah that’s not ominous at all

You: Wedding’s tomorrow

Logan Walker: Oh, is it? I didn’t know that.

You: Yeah okay stupid comment

Logan Walker: Happens to the best of us.

You: So you admit I’m the best?

There’s a pause.

Logan Walker: Goodnight.

You: Thats a yes!

You: Im calling it a yes!

You: Im the best!

You see he’s reading your texts but not answering and decide to stop.

You: Goodnight

Before you can put your phone down, it vibrates.

Logan Walker: I’ll see you tomorrow. Sleep well.

And the conversation ends there.

Finally, the morning comes and Lena can’t sit still. After having to text back and forth with Logan about moving through the hotel so the couple doesn’t see one another, everyone heads out. You make it safely to the bride’s dressing room with everything you need. The hair stylist and makeup artist are already there and greet you inside. Lena’s mom has also joined to help her with the dress. Before you and the bridesmaids start getting ready, you take turns going out in casual clothes to get small snacks and water for everyone. You talk about the schedule of the day and occasionally past weddings you’ve attended.

Sometimes, Lena’s mom chimes in about her wedding, and the disaster it almost became multiple times the day of. From the makeup artist getting food poisoning when only half her face was done, the marriage officiant came in with crutches and a limp, the cake was almost destroyed when it was left somewhere in the hotel and no one knew where (keeping in mind the hotel you’re in is smaller than the even fancier hotel her mom was married in.). 

As time continued going on and you all got yourselves together, it was time. Lena’s beautiful in her long white dress and veil that framed her face. Mara, Shawn and Wanda look amazing in their darker hues. Lena’s mom’s trying not to cry. And you felt pretty. Not even pretty, shit, you felt gorgeous. After thanking the makeup artist and hair stylist, you head out.

Lena and her mom walk arm in arm, David is biting his lip as he fails to contain a wide smile. You’re sure you can see tears in his eyes. You and Shawn and Mara and Wanda walk in pairs behind Lena. As Lena stands across from David, you stand on the far left side of the front with Mara, Shawn and Wanda standing to your right. You look across the way at the groomsmen. At Logan. Where your dress is lighter than the bridesmaids, his suit is lighter than his fellow groomsmen. The groomsmens suits are dull in comparison to the bridesmaids. Everyone still looks great and matches wonderfully. Logan looks so handsome. The entire time, you guys eye each other when the other looks away. Lena is crying and David is trying to hold back his tears, both still smiling at one another.

The vows and kiss are what break David, even with tears he continues smiling at his bride while everyone claps. Logan’s smiles and all of the groomsmen crowd around him as the photographer stands in the middle of the aisle. Then you, the bridesmaids and Lena take a photo as well. You spend almost another hour taking photos of everyone together in the venue before the afterparty ceremony begins. The toast and dinner seems to bring everyone even closer, you find yourself talking with a few other soldiers. Afterwards, at the cake cutting, Lena and David hold the knife together and pick out a slice. Lena swipes her finger against the knife, picking up the leftover frosting, before lightly pressing her finger onto the tip of David’s nose. He stares at her for a second before squishing his nose onto her cheek, returning the frosting.  The interaction is held onto by the photographer taking pictures of the moment.

A few minutes later, David and Lena come up to you.

“So, how do you like dancing?” She asks.

“... You’re planning something again, aren’t you?” You respond, all too aware of her tendencies.

“Oh, no.”

“You’re not?”

“No. It was already planned.”

“What was planned?”

“So, the best man and maid of honor are expected to be paired for the dancing.” She’s smiling as though something mischievous has happened.

“So…” Logan appears before you can ask anything. 

“Logan’s my best man. Lena was telling me about her plans for the bridesmaids dresses, so I did the same for the groomsmens suits.” David explains. Your face feels warm.

“W-Well, I’m ready when you guys are. Just, uh, say the word.”

“The word is now!” The music immediately changes to something soft and sweet. David and Lena move to the middle of the room. You and Logan stand on the opposite side of the floor to the tables. You back at Logan and do a double take when you see Kick and Shawn on the other side of Lena and David. You smile at her, her face is more red than ever. You think you see the redness goes all the way to her hands, of which Kick holds tenderly. Kick looks over and smiles at the both of you. You look back to Logan and think about the whole situation. Your best friend is getting married, your other friend apparently has a love interest, and you have some kind of maybe love interest person, kind of, possibly (good lord, even your thoughts are flustered). You see Shawn pointing towards the tables and Kick chuckles. You look over and your jaw drops.

Just off to the side of the tables, away from the dance floor, Mara leans against Keegan while he has his hands around her waist. He rests his chin on her head while she covers her face in her hands, giggling. Were all of you reduced to fits of giggles because of military men? Apparently so. As all of you chuckle to yourselves, you look at Logan. He’s smirking at you, his cheeks are a little pink.

“Hi…” You whisper, staring into his eyes.

“Hi.” He whispers back, staring back at you. 

“I’m glad I saw you again, Logan.”

“Me too.” He pauses for a moment. “You still on the east coast?”

“Yeah, yeah. Never really left. It’s just my place, I guess.”

“Everyone has their place in the world.”

“I guess they do, yeah.”

“Would you mind if, after all of this, I visited?” You blink, a smile slowly creeps onto your face.

“I’d like it if you did.” Logan smiles wide and attempts to keep his cool. The flow of the conversation is interrupted by Wanda sauntering over.

“Hehe, hi guys.” Her words are almost slurred.

“Wanda, how much have you had tonight?” She pauses a moment, thinking.

“Um, I think, like, maybe a couple?”

“A couple?” You and Logan have stopped moving at this point, but your hand is still in his and his other hand remains on your hip. You’re both smiling to yourselves.

“Yeah, hehe.” Merrick walks up behind her. “Oh, hi, Captain sir!” He silently brings his arms around her stomach and lifts her just enough to get her feet off the floor, allowing him to walk away while Wanda continues her drunken giggling. You watch as he sets her down and instructs her to sit in a chair, before moving all alcoholic drinks away. She pouts looking at the cup of water that just so happens to be in front of her. You start laughing, trying to be silent so as to not draw attention away from Lena, but your fit has you putting your forehead on Logan’s chest. You feel him rumbling from his chuckles. You look back up and catch Lena laughing and directing Logan to a Merrick, who’s smirking down at the still pouting Wanda. Everyone’s happy tonight it seems. Even as the party dies down, it stays that way. Full of happiness.

~A couple months later~

You walk to your front door after hearing a firm couple of knocks. You look through the peephole and smile to yourself, heart pulsing. Opening the door, you see the man you’ve been waiting for. Logan grins, moving forward to pull you into a tight hug. His arms are always so warm, you’ve noticed.

“I missed you so much, what took so long?” You ask.

“A nearly canceled flight, traffic, there’s more if you wanna hear about it.” He answers, grabbing his luggage and bringing it in. 

“Tell me everything! I’m still making dinner.” You spend the next thirty or so minutes cooking and talking, Logan talks and tastes the food intermittently. His vacation consists of exploring your town and attending special events throughout his time here. You catch up on your lives, or as much as he can tell you about. Originally, it was supposed to be two weeks of staying at your home. This changed to three, then four, and so on until Logan ended up changing his address  and bringing in boxes. While he still has to leave for months at a time every once in a while, it makes seeing him worth it.

Then the day comes when he’s home for good. He stays in the state with a new job. You learn to lose the fear of losing him with every night you spend in one another's arms. Years later, you’re having your own wedding with him. Your friends wear similar bridesmaids dresses and groomsmen suits to remind yourselves of the event that led to this… the happiest moment of your life.

I hope you enjoyed this. Thank you for your request. I will add this to my CoD Stories series on Ao3 @ RiversSong82

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Haiii! My name is Neo, and I'm kind of new to writing.

(P.S. some characters for the shows will also be in the movie category)

these are who I am taking requests for:

-Shows-

The Flash:

Barry Allen/ Flash/ Savitar

Cisco Ramon/ Vibe

Dr. Kaitlyn Snow/ [Killer]Frost

Iris West/West-Allen (platonic for west-allen)

Ralph Dibny/ Elongated man

Joe West

Nora west-Allen (Barry's Daughter)

Harrison Wells/ Eobard Thawne

Leonard Snart/ Captain Cold

Lisa Snart/ Golden Glider (maybe)

Oliver Queen/ Green Arrow

Cecile Horton

Henry Allen (maybe)

If you think of more lmk!

Supergirl:

Kara Danvers/ Supergirl

Mon-El/ Lar Gand

Alex Danvers

Winn Schott

Jimmy (James) Olsen/ Guardian

Kal-El/ Clark Kent/ Superman

Lex Luthor

Lena Luthor

Samantha Arias/ Reign (maybe)

Brainiac 5/ Brainy

William Dey (maybe)

If you think of more lmk!

Gotham: (I didn't get to watch it all before it got taken down so if you request these characters it will most likely be really bad )

Bruce Wayne

Alfred Pennyworth

Oswald Cobblepot/ Penguin

Jim (James) Gorden

Jeremiah & Jerome Valeska

Harvey Bullock

Selina Kyle/ Catwoman (maybe)

Theo Galavan

Jarvis Tetch/ Mad Hatter

Salvatore Maroni

If you think of more lmk!

The Umbrella Academy:

Luther Hargreeves/ Number One (1)

Diego Hargreeves/ Number Two (2)

Allison Hargreeves/ Number Three (3)

Klaus Hargreeves/ Number Four (4)

(Number) Five Hargreeves/ Number Five (5)

Ben Hargreeves/ Number Six (6)

Vanya (Viktor) Hargreeves/ Number Seven (7)

Lila Pitts (maybe)

Hazel

Cha-Cha (maybe)

Raymond Chestnut

Sparrow academy

Marcus Hargreeves/ Number One (1)

Ben HArgreeves/ Number Two (2)

Fei Hargreeves/ Number Three (3) (maybe)

Alphonso Hargreeves/ Number Four (4)

Sloane Hargreeves/ Number Five (5)

Jayme Hargreeves/ Number Six (6) (maybe)

Christopher Hargreeves/ Numbr Seven (7) (maybe)

If you think of more lmk!

Criminal Minds:

Spencer Reid

Derek Morgan

Aaron Hotchner

Emily Prentiss

Penelope Garcia (I love her sm. wish I had a Penelope In my life)

Elle Greenaway

David Rossi

Jennifer "JJ" Jareau

Jason Gideon

If you think of more lmk!

WandaVision:

Wanda Maximoff/ Scarlet Witch

Vision

Agnes/ Agatha Harkness

Geraldine/ Monica Rambeau

Ralph Bohner (maybe)

Darcy Lewis

Jimmy Woo

Dottie Jones/ Sarah Proctor (maybe)

If you think of more lmk!

Moon Knight: (Haven't finished watching)

Marc Spector*

Steven Grant*

Jake Lockley *

Arthur Harrow (maybe)

*I wasn't sure if I should put them together or separately so I just did them separate

If you think of more lmk!

The Boys: (planning to watch)

Homelander

Soldier Boy

Billy Butcher

Black Noir (maybe)

Those are all I somewhat know^^

If you think of more lmk!

Bones:

Temperance Brennan

Camille Saroyan (maybe)

Jack Hodgins

Zack Addy

Angela Montenegro

Daredevil:

Matt Murdock/ Daredevil

Foggy Nelson

Wilson Fisk/ Kingpin

Karen Page

James Wesley

Ben Urich (maybe)

Vanessa Fisk (maybe)

House MD:

Gregory House

Robert Chase

James Wilson

Allison Cameron

Eric Foreman

Lisa Cuddy (maybe)

If you think of more lmk!

-Movies-

(I'm just going to name a few movies I know, not the characters)

Any Marvel movies

x-men

avengers ( Thor, Captain America, black panther, etc)

Deadpool

GOTG

( I have NOT watched Shang-Chi)

Wanted 2008 ( Wesley Gibson)

The Princess Bride

Avatar & ATWOW

The Hunger Games

Maze Runner

RENT ( The musical)

Suicide Squad

FBAWTFT (maybe)

HTTYD (maybe)

Narnia

Planet of the apes (maybe)

Spider-man into the spiderverse & across the spiderverse

Ender's Game ( haven't watched in a while)

Rocketman ( the Elton John biopic [I love E.J sm!!😍])

Labyrinth ( with David Bowie)

Fast and Furious

Twilight

MPHFPC

If you think of more lmk!

-Bands/music artists-

Tokio Hotel

SOAD

Nirvana

Green day

Arctic Monkeys (maybe)

Radiohead

The Smiths

Eminem

The Weekend

Motley Crue

Melanie Martinez (maybe)

Charlie Puth

Weezer

Ghost

Deaftones

David Bowie

AC/DC (maybe)

MCR

If you think of more lmk!

Things I am willing to write:

Smut

Fluff

Angst

Platonic

Reader-Inserts

Comfort

Humor ( I'm not entirely sure what this is)

Things I will NEVER write for:

Incest

member x member

character x character (it's hard for me to do tbh)

Pedophilia

Racism/ any discriminatory things

If there is anything that's not on this list that you would like me to write for send In your requests and if I don't know them I will try my best to do my research! I will also write for celebrities if you request!! As I said, if I do not know them I will try my best to do my research.

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- Neo

[juliareed]

the killer in me is the killer in you i send this smile over to you the years burn burn burn

[afaims100arrowversefavs]

My 250 Favorite Arrowverse Episodes: Part 8: 75-51

Taken from „Arrow“, „The Flash“, „Supergirl“, „Legends of Tomorrow“, „Constantine“, „Black Lightning“, „Batwoman“, „Stargirl“ and Season 1-3 of „Superman & Lois“:

In honor of Seaosn 4 of "Superman & Lois" being the end of the Arrrowverse, the end of DCTV like we knew it and the end of The CW like we knew it, a final time before the final season all Seasons ends of all the 250 best Arrowverse Episodes (according to me):

I did include "Stargirl" this time, since it has as much connection as "Superman & Lois" to the rest of the Arrowverse, but One Hit Shows like "Gotham Knights" and "Naomi" (anyone still remember this one?) are not on this list, neither are Arrowverse unrelated DC shows:

 75. Zari, Not Zari (Legends of Tomorrow 5x8)

The One in which: Zari meets Zari and „Supernatural“ crosses over.

76, Written by: Morgan Faust, Tyron B. Carter, Directed by: Kevin Mock

 74. Freakshow (Legends of Tomorrow 3x2)

The One in which: The Legends participate in the Greates Show.

35, Written by: Keto Shimizu, Grainne Godfree, Directed by: Kevin Tancharoen

73. The Magician (Arrow 3x4)

The One in which: Nyssa comes to town and Malcolm is under suspicion.

50, Written by: Wendy Mercile, Marc Guggenheim, Directed by: John Behring

72.  Crisis on Infinite Earths 1-5

The Ones in which: The Multiverse is destroyed.

Part 1: Supergirl Episode 5.9/96, Written by: Robert Rovner, Marc Guggenheim, Derek Simon, Jay Faerber, Directed by: Jesse Warn, Part 2: Batwoman Episode 1.9/9, Written by: Din Whitehead, Holly Henderson, Directed by: Laura Belsey, Part 3: The Flash Episode 6.9/123, Written By: Lauren Certo, Sterling Gates, Eric Wallace, Directed By: David McWhirter, Part 4: Arrow: Episode 8.8/168, Written by: Marv Wolfman, Marc Guggenheim; Directed by: Glen Winter, Part 5: Legends of Tomorrow Episode 5.0/68, Written by: Keto Shimizu, Ubah Mohamed, Directed by: Gregory Smith

71. The Getaway (Legends of Tomorrow 4x10)

The One in which: A President gets kidnapped and a bugs makes to tell the truth.

61, Written by: Matthew Maala, Ubah Mohamed, Directed by: Viet Nguyen

 70. Midvale (Supergirl 3x6)

The One in which: Kara and Alex team up to solve a murder.

48, Written by: Caitlin Parrish, Jess Kardos, Directed by: Rob Greenlea

69. For the Girl who has everything (Supergirl 1x13)

The One in which: Kara is back on Krypton, or so she thinks.

13, Written by: Andrew Kreisberg, Ted Sullivan, Derek Simon, Directed by: Dermott Downs

 68. Aruba-Con (Legends of Tomorrow 3x1)

The One in which: Sara fights Caesar and Rip thinks the Legends are a chainsaw.

34, Written by: Phil Klemmer, Marx Guggenheim, Directed by: Rob Seidenglanz

67. Crisis on Earth X 1-4

The Ones in which: Barry’s and Iris‘ Wedding is crashed by Nazis.

Part 1: Supergirl 3.8/ 50, Written by: Robert Rovner, Jessica Queller, Andrew Kreisberg, Marc Guggenheim, Directed by: Larry Teng, Part 2: Arrow 6.8/ 123, Written by: Wendy Mercile, Ben Sokolowski, Marc Guggenheim, Andrew Kreisberg, Directed by: James Bamford, Part 3: The Flash4.8/77, Written by: Todd Helbing, Andrew Kreisberg, Marc Guggenheim, Directed by: Dermott Daniel Downs, Part 4: Legends of Tomorrow 3.8/21, Written by: Phil Klemmer, Keto Shimizu, Marc Guggenheim, Andrew Kreisberg, Directed by: Greogry Smith

66. Here I go again (Legends of Tomorrow 3x11)

The One in which: Zari is stuck in time-loop.

44, Written by: Ray Utarnachitt, Morgan Faust, Directed by: Ben Bray

 65. Unthinkable (Arrow 2x23)

The One in which: Slade kidnaps Laurel and Thea shoots Malcolm.

46, Written by: Greg Berlanti, Marc Guggenheim, Andrew Kreisberg, Directed by: John Behring

64. Luthors (Supergirl 2x12)

The One in which: Lena looks guilty and Kara is jealous.

32, Written by: Robert Rovner, Cindy Lichtman, Directed by: Tawnia McKiernan

 63. Checkmate (Arrow 5x16)

The One in which: Oliver learns who Prometheus really is.

108, Written by: Beth Schwartz, Sarah Tarkoff, Directed by: Ken Shane

62. The Virgin Gary (Legends of Tomorrow 4x1)

The One in which: Garys nipple gets eaten by an unicorn.

52, Written by: Phil Klemmer und Grainee Godfree, Directed by: Gregory Smith

 61. The Man Under the Hood (Arrow 2x19)

The One in which: Slade in the Arrowcave.

42. Written by: Greg Berlanti, Geoff Johns, Andrew Kreisberg, Keto Shimizu, Directed by: Jesse Warn

60. Welcome to Earth (Supergirl 2x3)

The One in which: Mon-El wakes up.

23, Written by: Jessica Queller, Derek Simon, Directed by: Rachel Talalay

59. Witch Hunt (Legends of Tomorrow 4x2)

The One in which: The Fairy Godmother is not all nice.

53, Written by: Keto Shimizu und Matthew Maalaa, Directed by: Kevin Mock

58. Helen Hunt (Legends of Tomorrow 3x6)

The One in which: There a some changes in Firstorm and Helen of Troy mixes up Hollywood.

39, Written by: Keto Shimizu und Ubah Mohamed, Directed by: David Geddes

 57. Deathstroke (Arrow 2x18)

The One in which: Slade kidnaps Thea and Isobel shows her true colours.

41, Written by: Marc Guggenheim, Drew Z. Greenberg, Directed by: Guy Bee

 56. Present Tense (Arrow 8x4)

The One in which: Mia, William and Connor land in the present.

164, Written by: Oscar Balderrama, Jeane Wong, Directed by: Kristin Windell

 55. Supergirl Lives (Supergirl 2x9)

The One in which: Kara goes to space to stop human trafficking.

29, Written by: Andrew Kreisberg, Eric Carrasco, Jess Kardos, Directed by: Kevin Smith

54. Phone Home (Legends of Tomorrow 3x4)

The One in which: Ray’s best friend is a Baby Dominator.

37, Written by: Matthew Maala, Directed By: Kevin Mock

53. Heir to the Demon (Arrow 2x13)

The One in which: Nyssa wants to bring Sara home.

36, Written by: Jake Coburn, Directed by: Wendey Stanzler

52. Tagumo Attacks!!! (Legends of Tomorrow 4x5)

The One in which: A gigantic squid comes to live.

56, Written by: Keto Simizu, Ubah Mohamend, Directed by: Alexandra LaRoche

 51. Honor Thy Fathers (Arrow 5x21)

The One in which: Ollie and Thea have to come to terms with Robert.

113, Written by: Marc Guggenheim, Directed by: Laura Belsey

[shinyasahalo]

Top 100 AO3 TV/Streaming Ships (Sept. 11, 2024)

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(M/M) Lan Zhan | Lan Wangji/Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian (Untamed) 4,3860 fics

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(M/M) Merlin/Arthur Pendragon (Merlin) 33,291 fics

(M/M) Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood (Shadowhunters) 32,548 fics

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(M/M) Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion (The Witcher) 22,422 fics

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(M&M) Sherlock Holmes & John Watson (Sherlock) 21,410 fics

(M/M) Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet (Our Flag Means Death) 20,979 fics

(GQ&GQ) Aziraphale & Crowley (Good Omens) 19,432 fics

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(M&M) Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester (Supernatural) 16,952 fics

(F/F) Evil Queen | Regina Mills/Emma Swan (Once Upon a Time) 16,419 fics

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(M/M) Rodney Mckay/John Sheppard (Stargate Atlantis) 15,304 fics

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(F/M) Bellamy Blake/Clarke Griffin (The 100 TV) 14,940 fics

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(M&M) Castiel & Dean Winchester (Supernatural) 12,915 fics

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(M/M) Rorona Zora/Sanji (One Piece) 12,625 fics

(F/M) Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler (Doctor Who) 12,538 fics

(F/M) Captain Hook | Killian Jones/Emma Swan (Once Upon a Time) 12,348 fics

(M/M) Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski (Teen Wolf) 12,080 fics

(M/M) Will Byers/Mike Wheeler (Stranger Things) 11,861 fics

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(M/M) James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson (Falcon and Winter Soldier) 11,085 fics

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(M/M) Jim Ellison/Blair Sandburg (The Sentinel) 9,123 fics

(F/M) Allison Argent/Scott McCall (Teen Wolf) 8,782 fics

(M/M) Patrick Brewer/David Rose (Schitt's Creek) 8,720 fics

(F/F) Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler (Stranger Things) 8,712 fics

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[saphira5]

David x Lycan Reader Part 6

He turns full to y/n, he opens his arms, "finally, Willams daughter has arrived". Y/n points a gun at Marcus and begins firing. Marcus falls back, y/n then gets shot by the vampires on the balcony, y/n just stand there.

Y/n looks down, surprised that y/n didn't get hurt.

The armor was truly something, y/n then hears "HOLD YOUR FIRE", y/n looks up and sees David walking down. Y/n walks quickly to Marcus and y/n fires the other gun at Marcus. Y/n empty's the mag, it is to make sure Marcus is dead.

Y/n then runs out the entrance, David is right behind y/n.

You run past the gates and into the forest, David tries to tackle y/n. But you jump into a tree, y/n looks down and sees David face first in the dirt. David slowly gets up from the ground, he looks up and sees y/n. You look at him and then y/n begins climbing to the top of the tree.

"Y/n, can you please let me speak", y/n stops and jumps down. Y/n lands behind David, he turns around and looks at y/n. "I am sorry y/n, for not letting you speak. There are two sides to a coin and there are two sides to a story. I am very sorry I didn't listen to your". Y/n looks at David for a bit then y/n speaks "you didn't tell me what you were, and I didn't know you were a vampire.

I never used my abilities when I was with you, I TRUSTED YOU, and I was wrong to". Y/n then hears vampires heading y/n way, "you should stick to your own kind, and I will stick to mine".

Y/n begins running off, you run back to Ördögház to clean up the mess. Y/n arrives at the devil's house, y/n places all the vampires in the middle of the entrance. Y/m then steals a tank full of fuel from the nearby village. Y/n places the big tank on the top of the stairs, y/n cuts the tank open. Fuel starts spilling out, y/n then walks outside, y/n scratches the door, and a spark ignites the fuel.

The fire quickly grows, y/n walks to the gate.

Y/n turns your head around and y/n sees the old castle go up in flames.

Y/n then begins making y/n way back home, y/n enjoyed the lovely nights while walking back home. Y/n arrives home, y/n climbs the side of the wall. Y/n climbs up the side of the wall, y/n enters your room.

Y/n removes the katanas from y/n waist first, y/n places them on the nightstand. Y/n then takes off each holster and the backpack. Y/n places the holsters on the nightstand near the katanas. You put the backpack near the window. Y/n lays on the bed, you take off the mask and y/n places beside y/n. You fall asleep for a bit then y/n hears noise from outside.

Y/n gets up and y/n looks through your broken window.

Y/n sees Selene, Thomas, Amelia, and David. Also, someone new, she has white hair and y/n smells she belongs to the Nordic Coven, y/n sees some death dealers, also Varga. Y/n stared at them for a bit, then y/n jumps out the window and y/n make your way to the gate. Selene steps forward, everyone else takes a couple of feet back "hello y/n, I come to seek your help", y/n chuckles.

"What could I do that your own kind couldn't".

Y/n looks at Varga and the other death dealers, "something is coming y/n, and only Lycans can deal with it. Only Micheal and Eve can sense the creature, but faintly, y/n could maybe sense it and find out what it is". Y/n looks at Selene, y/n eyes glow at her.

"What is coming", "the Nordic Coven have seen something, they call it unnatural. Doesn't smell or leave traces, we tried to track it but nothing. It has been killing a Nordic vampire ever week". Y/n hums "have you seen what it looks like". "Lena has", the vampire with white hair steps forward". Y/n bares your fangs at her, "that is close enough".

Lena stops a couple of feet away from Selena, "it looks like a huge back dog, with glowing red eyes". Y/n was shocked, y/n whispers "it cannot be". Y/n looks at Selene, "I will head to the Nordic Coven now".

Y/n opens the gate a bit, y/n goes under the gate.

It slams behind y/n, you begin walking when "you are not allowed to enter to Nordic Coven". Y/n turns and looks at Lena, "why is that", she looks at y/n with a neutral expression. "You well taint the walls and halls of the Coven". Y/n chuckles, "your kind think you are so perfect, that you don't do anything wrong. But you do, I lost everything because of you vampires".

"The loss of your friend and family was tragic y/n, but we must join together to get peace. Is that not what you have been fighting for".

Y/n looks at Selene, "I had fought for peace, but I learned quickly that it was pointless, so I decide if vampires never existed then I wouldn't have to fear for my family. I waged war against Viktor and vampires after what he had done. I never harmed your kind before, you vampires have gone after me, destroying my home, killing my friends and family, also my animals. All because I was William's daughter. There will be no peace because we are too different".

Y/n walks to the wall and scales it, y/n looks down at them. "Good luck", y/n then jumps and y/n walks to grave of your friends.

Y/n stands looking at your friend's grave until the sun rose. Y/n then walks to the front, to see they have gone. Y/n then scales the wall to y/n room, you enter the room. Y/n puts on the backpack then you place the katanas in a strap behind y/n back.

You then jump out window and begin making y/n way to the Nordic Coven. "Selene is right, if I want peace, I have to give it my all".

Post 9/20/23

[numetaljackdog]

Top 100 favorite albums as of March 2023 (full list under cut)

1. Radiohead - Amnesiac

2. Linkin Park - Hybrid Theory (Bonus Edition)

3. Rina Sawayama - Sawayama (Deluxe Edition)

4. Black Dresses - Forget Your Own Face

5. 100 gecs - 10000 gecs

6. Laura Les - i just dont wanna name it anything with "beach" in the title

7. 100 gecs - 1000 gecs

8. Bring Me the Horizon - Sempiternal (Deluxe Edition)

9. Linkin Park - Meteora

10. Linkin Park - A Thousand Suns

11. System of a Down - Toxicity

12. Radiohead - Kid A

13. Toby Fox - UNDERTALE Soundtrack

14. Linkin Park - Reanimation

15. My Chemical Romance - The Black Parade / Living with Ghosts (The 10th Anniversary Edition)

16. Radiohead - OK Computer

17. Against Me! - Transgender Dysphoria Blues

18. Linkin Park - Minutes to Midnight (Deluxe Version)

19. 100 gecs - 100 gecs

20. My Chemical Romance - Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge

21. Laura Les - hello kitty skates to the fuckin CEMETARY

22. Torres - Silver Tongue

23. Left At London - t.i.a.p.f.y.h.

24. Nirvana - Nevermind (Deluxe Edition)

25. food house, Gupi & Fraxiom - Food House

26. Chevelle - Wonder What's Next (Expanded Edition)

27. Tallah - Matriphagy

28. Breaking Benjamin - Dear Agony

29. Motionless in White - Creatures (Deluxe Edition)

30. Limp Bizkit - Significant Other (Explicit Version)

31. Limp Bizkit - Three Dollar Bill, Y'all $

32. Ada Rook - UGLY DEATH NO REDEMPTION ANGEL CURSE I LOVE YOU

33. Laura Jane Grace - Stay Alive

34. Jethro Tull - Aqualung

35. Fontaines D.C. - Skinty Fia

36. BACKxWASH - HIS HAPPINESS SHALL COME FIRST EVEN THOUGH WE ARE SUFFERING

37. Bayside - Interrobang

38. Black Dresses - Forever In Your Heart

39. Three Days Grace - One-X

40. Sophie - Oil of Every Pearl's Un-Insides

41. 100 gecs - Snake Eyes

42. Linkin Park - Hybrid Theory EP

43. Kittie - Spit

44. BACKxWASH - I LIE HERE BURIED WITH MY RINGS AND MY DRESSES

45. Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here

46. Toby Fox - Deltarune Chapter 2 (Original Game Soundtrack)

47. Chongo - Mad Rat Monday

48. Nine Inch Nails - The Downward Spiral

49. Motionless in White - Infamous (Deluxe Edition)

50. Indigo Girls - Indigo Girls (Expanded Edition)

51. Talking Heads - Remain In Light (Deluxe Version)

52. My Chemical Romance - I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love

53. Spineshank - The Height of Callousness [Special Edition]

54. The Used - The Used

55. Linkin Park - Live in Texas

56. Baroness - Yellow & Green

57. Death Grips - The Money Store

58. Nirvana - In Utero - 20th Anniversary Remaster

59. Hozier - Wasteland, Baby!

60. Radiohead - In Rainbows

61. Bring Me the Horizon - There Is a Hell, Believe Me I've Seen It. There Is a Heaven, Let's Keep It a Secret

62. Three Days Grace - Human

63. Kendrick Lamar - To Pimp a Butterfly

64. Limp Bizkit - The Unquestionable Truth (Pt. 1)

65. Kate Bush - Hounds of Love (2018 Remaster)

66. Bring Me the Horizon - POST HUMAN: SURVIVAL HORROR

67. Bring Me the Horizon - That's The Spirit

68. Go! Child - Coffee And Ramen

69. Limp Bizkit - Chocolate Starfish and the Hot Dog Flavored Water

70. We Are The Union - Ordinary Life

71. Chevelle - This Type of Thinking (Could Do Us In)

72. Evanescence - Fallen

73. The Beach Boys - Pet Sounds

74. Jamie Paige - Bittersweet

75. Hayley Williams - Petals For Armor

76. Nirvana - Bleach

77. For the Likes of You - Withered

78. Bring Me the Horizon - Suicide Season Cut Up!

79. Lena Raine - Celeste (Original Soundtrack)

80. Holy Grail - Ride The Void

81. Tenacious D - The Pick of Destiny

82. a-ha - Scoundrel Days

83. Demon Hunter - Storm the Gates of Hell

84. Black Flag - Damaged

85. Masakazu Sugimori - Phoenix Wright - Ace Attorney OST

86. Kendrick Lamar - DAMN.

87. Alexisonfire - Crisis

88. Various Artists - Queen of the Damned

89. Limp Bizkit - Still Sucks

90. Alanis Morissette - Jagged Little Pill

91. Bob Dylan - Bob Dylan's Greatest Hits

92. Architects - Holy Hell

93. Laura Les - REMIXES 2017

94. Linkin Park - Living Things

95. brian david gilbert - songs with videos without videos

96. Frost Children - SPIRAL

97. Parkway Drive - Horizons

98. Limp Bizkit - Gold Cobra (Deluxe)

99. Various Artists - Phineas and Ferb

100. Vanilla Ice - Hard To Swallow

[samrsgyi]

My master list

One Chicago:

Chicago fire:

Kelly severide

Stella kidd

Sylvie Brett

Violet Mikami

Evan Hawkins

Blake gallo

Ritter

Cruz

Casey

Herrman

Mouch(platonic)

Otis

Leslie

Gabby

Chicago PD:

Jay Halstead

Erin Lindsay

Kim burgess

Adam Ruzek

Kevin Atwater

Hank voight

Hailey Upton

Chicago Med:

Connor

Ava

Natalie

April

Robin

Hannah

Will

Sarah

Maggie

Denise

Cloverfield:

Rob

Jason

Beth

Lily

Marlena

Hud

10 Cloverfield lane:

Emmett

Michelle

(No frank that bitch is disgusting)

Cloverfield Paradox:

Ava Hamilton

Mina Jensen

Ernst Schmidt

Life (2017)

David

Miranda

Hugh

Sho

Kat

9-1-1:

Buck

Hen

Karen

Bobby

Eddie

Chim

Maddie

Josh

Athena

May

Albert

Lena

9-1-1 Lone star:

Owen

Marjan

Paul

Nancy

Mateo

Judd

Grace

TK( Male!Reader or GN!Reader, he's gay people)

Carlos(Male!Reader or GN!Reader)

Tommy

Michelle

Station 19:

Jack

Andy

Vic

Travis

Demon slayer:

Tanjiro

Nezuko

Zenitsu

Inosuke

Kanao

Genya

Uzui

Shinobu

Mitsuri

Obanai

Rengoku

Gyomei

Muichiro(Platonic)

Sanemi

Aoi

Naho(platonic)

Sumi(Platonic)

Kiyo(Platonic)

A/n- FORGOT TO MENTION!!!!! For Chicago fire I will do Stellaride x reader any gender. It's gonna be poly remember I am taking requests. I could also do brettsey x reader. On Cloverfield poly relationship I could do Beth x Rob x reader. Jason x lily x reader

Hud x reader x Marlena. For demon slayer! (This one is not really poly but I'll give it a shot) Uzui x his wives and reader. Tankana x reader. ZenNezu x reader. AoIno x reader. I can make all these poly platonic or affectionate if only you guys want.

That's it. My hands hurt so bad.

[vexic929]

T, U, V?

oh this is gonna be a long one lol I'm gonna stick with DC for now since that's what I post about the most, answers under the cut

T: What are your favorite male/male ships or female/female ships?

male/male:

Hartley x Eddie Hartley x EoWells Hartley x Harry Hartley x Barry Hartley x Cisco Hartley x David Hartley x Roderick Hartley x Bernard Barry x Cisco Barry x Eddie Barry x Eobard Barry x Harry Barry x Winn Barry x Clark Barry x Ollie Cisco x Harry Cisco x Winn Joe x Henry Winn x James Winn x Querl Bruce x Clark Gar x Jason Gar x Conner Hank x Jason Hank x Dick Roy x Jason Roy x Dick Roy x Garth Dick x Joey Dick x Slade Dick x Wally Tim x Bernard Tim x Conner Tim x Bart Bart x Conner Bizarro x Jason Bruce x Harvey Nygma x Crane Constantine x King Shark (I know it's stupid and from a throwaway line but it captivated me okay? lol)

female/female:

Iris x Caitlin Iris x Linda Kara x Lena Kara x Nia Kara x Iris Kara x Babs Dinah x Babs Alex x Maggie Alex x Kelly Alex x Caitlin Alex x Iris Alex x Nia Donna x Kori Donna x Dawn Harley x Ivy Talia x Selina Cissie x Cassie Stephanie x Cassandra

U: What are your favorite male/female ships?

Barry x Iris Barry x Patty Caitlin x Ronnie Cisco x Lisa Cisco x Patty Harrison x Tess Eddie x Iris Henry x Nora Wally x Linda Wally x Jinx Kara x Mon El Kara x Winn Kara x James Nia x Querl Lois x Clark Dick x Kori Dick x Dawn Dick x Babs Dick x Jinx Donna x Garth Dawn x Hank Gar x Rachel Gar x Terra Jason x Rose Conner x Komand'r Klarion x Rachel Klarion x Jinx Bruce x Selina Bruce x Talia Constantine x Zatanna

V: Do you have any 3-way ships? If so, what?

Hartley x Barry x Cisco Hartley x Harry x Cisco Hartley x EoWells x Cisco Hartley x Eobard x Barry Hartley x Barry x Eddie Barry x Iris x Cisco Barry x Iris x Eddie Barry x Iris x Kara Barry x Iris x Clark Barry x Harry x Cisco Barry x Eobard x Cisco Barry x E2-Barry x Cisco Barry x E2-Barry x E2-Iris Barry x Cisco x Eddie Caitlin x Iris x Linda Kara x Nia x Querl Kara x Winn x James Kara x Lena x Nia Kara x Mon El x Winn Gar x Jason x Rose Gar x Jason x Conner Dick x Hank x Garth Dick x Hank x Dawn Dick x Hank x Babs Dick x Kori x Dawn Dick x Kori x Donna Dick x Kori x Babs Dick x Kori x Roy Dick x Dawn x Babs Dick x Garth x Roy Dawn x Donna x Babs Jason x Rose x Roy Tim x Bernard x Conner Tim x Bernard x Bart Tim x Conner x Bart Clark x Lois x Diana Clark x Bruce x Diana Bruce x Selina x Talia