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fandomsonrequests · 4 years ago

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unexpected friend

fandom: ATEEZ

characters: choi san

reader: fem

word count: 5.4k

summary: fate decided to test this decade long feud between you and choi san

notes: enemies to lovers AU, toxic themes, character death, substance abuse (it’s not explicit) such as alcohol and cigarettes, heavy themes, language, violence

You had no idea where it started— you just knew that you hated Choi San with every fiber of your being. And unsurprisingly, the feeling is mutual with you.

Maybe it started in kindergarten when he accidentally pushed you to the ground in the game of tag. You got so mad at him, saying that he meant it when he obviously didn’t, calling him stupid because “all boys are stupid.”. Or maybe it started when you knocked over his tower of building blocks as revenge. Or was it when he dipped your pigtails in paint to get back at you? Or maybe the time he spread rumors that you had cooties causing everyone to avoid you like the plague.

Whatever the reason, it spiraled into a childhood rivalry that continued as you grew older. The endless cycle of cat versus dog, taking revenge on one another, followed into grade school, where you reached your horse phase and he reached his gun dam phase. It was inevitable you’d see him again— you both lived in a fairly small town after all.

Petty actions like drawing on the other’s homework turned into stealing each other’s lunches or setting some sort of prank at each other’s seats— whatever your ten-year-old brains could think of. Your screaming matches grew even worse and at one point, you both started throwing punches. The teachers always had to watch you during breaks because eventually, you’d be on top of each other and pulling at each other’s hair.

San had an advantage of course since he took taekwondo, you always ended up as the loser. But in retaliation, you managed to convince your mother to enroll you in some other martial art to protect yourself. And when you won your first little fistfight— you always made sure to lord it over him.

“Hah, you got beat by a little girl! Not so tough now huh potato-head?”

“Shut up horse-face!”

San saw your kindness and charisma towards others as an act. It was your own way of reeling others in to be on your side, gathering some sort of army to help you gang up against him. You on the other hand managed to convince yourself that his cute little dimples and selflessness for others was a facade, You couldn’t believe how many people he’s managed to fool or turn against you. And you’ve always hated him for that. You let it fester as you go through grade school and towards middle school. That hatred you harbored for him was always lit inside you.

Your parents and his were always apologizing to each other during parent-teacher meetings or school events, having to hold you back from jumping on one another. Your dad had given up on the whole thing so he was totally useless; that left you to run to your mother for comfort. Whatever the situation was, at the end of the day, she was always on your side.

“Things will blow over soon. But please, honey, try to stay out of trouble for me?”

So when she died in your junior year of high school, you couldn’t help but feel alone. Your dad had taken to smoking to cope with the loss, marrying a woman who was in love with alcohol while bringing her two hellish twin daughters with her into your home. Things grew miserable for you at home; your dad became a pathetic pushover, letting his new wife run the household. That made you angry— how could he get over your mother so easily? How could he let himself get walked over like that? How could he ignore the way your older step-sisters trampled all over you?

How could he let all this happen?

San’s endless taunting at school didn’t help either. His harmless pranks grew worse as time passed: spray-painting some nasty words on your locker, or setting a bucket of paint on top of the gym doors since you’re always the last one to head out. You’d heed your mother’s words, always doing your best to ignore him. For a while, it had worked and he pestered you less than usual but your mom’s death and the situation at home had triggered something in you, making you snap back. You’d shove his face down into his food during lunch or knock his books down the stairwell whenever you pass by each other. You had even managed to sneak some of the insects from the lab into his gym clothes, causing him to end up with nasty rashes all over his body for a week.

Your physical fights weren’t frequent but they became more violent, with one or both of you having to go to the nurses, holding an ice pack to your busted lips while a piece of gauze was stuck up his bloodied nose. It took several students or even teachers to pull you apart because most of the time no one wanted to jump in and separate you two; it was always so messy with fists and kicks flying everywhere. There was even one point where you both had to go to the hospital for fractured bones. You were both suspended for a week.

Fortunately, things had toned down now that you both were in your final year of high school with the pressure of college and meeting requirements looming over you. Although, neither of you managed to make up. You’d still exchange some foul words but the stupid pranks and fights had simmered down. That never meant you were on good terms though.

But then fate decided to be a little shit and put you in a situation you never thought you’d find yourself in.

Your new biology teacher didn’t seem to be informed about the decade-long feud between you and San. So when she assigned the both of you as partners, you felt your heart drop to your stomach as a sick feeling crawled over you. You wanted to cry and throw up at the same time- that’s just how much you despised him. You both tried to plead with her to change partners but she was as stubborn as a mule, insisting that you two can “sort out your differences” and finish this project as a team.

And now here you were, avoiding each other’s stares despite being sat next to each other. The proximity between you two was suffocating, it made it hard to focus on the project being explained to you by your cruel teacher. Your skin tingles unpleasantly whenever either of you shifted in your seat, your arms just several centimeters away from touching each other. Many thoughts ran through your head on how you can get out of this. But you knew that you had to find some time to work on the damn thing together or else you’d flunk high school— and being stuck in community college, never being able to leave this town, was not worth hitting San at the back of the head and gloating at him.

“You have the rest of the period to plan with each other. Make sure to have your presentation set and ready for next week.” Your teacher says and sits at her desk.

The room was filled with chatter as the students started conversing with each other. Many pairs threw knowing stares at you, worried that you’d be at each other’s throats. Surprisingly you weren’t… at least not yet anyway.

For a while, neither of you said anything to each other. San simply scrolled through his phone hidden under his desk while you organized your final notes. Minutes tick by and the class slowly comes to an end. With a heavy sigh, you decided to swallow your pride and talk to the guy.

You turn to the boy, roughly shoving his knee with yours and he sends you an irritated glare. “C’mon we need to plan for this.” You deadpan, ignoring the look he gave you.

San returned the sigh and pocketed his phone, shifting to face you. “Alright then. So what’s the plan?”

“That’s what we’re supposed to be talking about, dumbass.” You mutter, growing irritated. You clench your fists together in an attempt to keep your calm before continuing. “Anyway, we’re supposed to make some model of the nerve cells then present it.”

San stays quiet for a moment before speaking up. “My sister has some spare clay and wires from her sculpting hobby. I could ask for some.”

“Great. You work on that while I work on the script.” You conclude before going back to your notes.

“Hold on- you’re gonna leave me with all of the hard work?”

“We have the same workload?? I’m making the script.”

“That’s easy- scripts can be finished within a day or something.” San shot back, finding the arrangement you had set, without his consultation by the way, as unfair.

“Then I’ll help you when I’m done. Quit whining like a bitch.” You sigh, having no energy to continue the argument with him.

“Asshat…” He mumbles under his breath, pulling out his phone to text his sister. He expected some sort of retaliation from you but you simply remained quiet. That was odd- considering that you never missed the chance to have the last word in. Maybe you just weren’t feeling it today.

Nevertheless, he ignored you, deciding that it wasn’t worth pestering you at the moment. The bell rings, signaling the end of the class, and you’re immediately up and out of your seat, stuffing your notebook into your bag and swinging it over your shoulder. It almost hits San’s cheek in the process but you were already walking out the door before he could call you out on it.

“Geez…” He huffs and keeps his own things, glaring after you while hoping that time would fly by fast so that the project was done and over with.

A few days have passed by since the biology class. True enough, you’ve finished writing and even printing the script within the day the project was assigned to you. So now you were stuck helping out San with sculpting the whole model. You two would work together at the back of the library after school. Initially the librarian was hesitant about letting the two of you inside given your reputation and all. But when she saw that neither of you were at each other’s throats, surprisingly, she allowed for you to work on it in the library.

Of course you and San still had some disputes— how it’s supposed to be positioned, what shape it’s supposed to take, yadda yadda. But it had never escalated into a full blown argument because it always ended up with you taking the blow of his harsh words. That alone started to concern the boy, you’d always get back at him. But your resigned silence after every quip he threw at you started to worry him. Sure he hated your guts but San wasn’t a nasty person. He knew something was bothering you. But, he never took the initiative to ask what was bothering you; it wasn’t his problem anyway.

A weekend away from Monday aka the day of your presentation. The model was almost done— it just needed a paint job. Since it was a Saturday afternoon, meaning the school was closed, neither of you were able to work at your usual spot. So San decided to just take the whole thing to your home to finish it. Of course he could finish the whole thing himself but he had a party to attend later in the evening, and he didn’t want to miss out on it.

He arrives at your home, model in one hand and a crate of paints in the other. He takes note of the absence of your dad’s and step-sister’s cars in the driveway and assumed that you were all out. He sighs in frustration, hoping that that wasn’t the case. Jogging up to the porch, the boy sets down the crate and rings the doorbell a couple of times, foot tapping against the wooden floorboards as he waits.

When there was no response after a few minutes he tried again, this time ringing the doorbell a bit more frantically. Before he could turn around and head back home after getting no response, he hears frantic footsteps scurrying inside and steps back as the door swings open. There you were, hair looking like a bird’s nest while your week-old cardigan hung off your shoulders. There were dark circles under your eyes and you looked like a hobo who had the opportunity to clean after themselves. In other words: you were a mess.

“The fuck are you doing here?” You snap the minute your hazy mind registers that San was standing at your door.

The said boy snaps out of his own trance and shoves the model in your face. “We need to finish this.”

You stare at the figure in his hand then to the crate by his foot and then to his face that displayed an expectant expression. You sigh and rub your face. “Couldn’t you have finished it yourself?”

“I’m busy later.”

Another sigh leaves you and you step back to let him in. He enters the house, leaving his shoes by the door as he looks around the place. It was a bit messier than he had expected. There were rumpled coats hanging off of the arm of the couch, a small pack of cigarettes and a few bottles of cheap beer on the coffee table. The wallpaper was starting to fade with a few faint stains here and there.

San stays quiet as he follows you through the house, seeing the small stack of dishes waiting to be washed in the sink. He turns back to look at you, finding your silence as unnerving. You only trudged up the stairs, motioning for you to follow him. He expected to see you turn down the hallway and enter one of the rooms but was quite surprised to see you stop by a frayed rope hanging from the ceiling of the hall. You reach up and tug down on it, revealing the ladder towards the attic.

“Don’t tell me you live up there,” San jabs.

“Yeah and what of it?” You grumble, sending him a tired glare over your shoulder before climbing up the ladder.

He was stunned into silence when he realized that you were serious. He bites his tongue and refrains from jeering at you, handing the box of paints to you before climbing up. Several thoughts ran through his mind— why was your room in an attic? And since when did you start smoking and drinking? Was it even yours?

His head pokes into the surprisingly clean but small room. Your bed was pressed up near the slanted wall of the roof, several polaroids of you, your few friends, and your mother plastered along it. On the opposite side was your desk and your wardrobe whose paint was starting to chip off. Several boxes, labeled and not labeled, were pushed to the corner of the room, stacked in a way for them to take up less space.

San looks to you rummaging through your desk, probably finding a brush or something. He wordlessly steps into the room and pulls the rope, closing the trapdoor beneath him. He turns to you again and before he could stop himself, he found himself blurting the question that was plaguing his mind: “What the hell happened to you?”

You turn on your heel, almost knocking over the picture frame of you and your mom. Your hand reached out to steady it before answering San. “You’re going to have to be a little more specific than that.”

“Why do you live up here?” He motioned to the whole attic space with his arm. “Don’t you have a room downstairs?”

“I do.” You simply say and take the crate of paints, pulling out the needed colors and some paper cups for you to place them in.

When you don’t elaborate, San squats down to your level on the ground and tugs the purple paint tube out your hand. “What happened to it?”

“Why do you care?” You snatch the tube back with a hiss, preparing all the things needed. “It’s none of your business…”

The boy sighs, running a hand through his dark locks. He nibbles at his cheeks, carefully going over what he wanted to say. “...look, _____,” he starts, voice surprisingly gentle. “You don’t have to tell me everything but you don’t have to keep everything in.”

You don’t answer him or make any move to acknowledge what he had said. But you were listening; part of you decided to take down your walls for just a moment and hear what he has to say. And San seemed to sense this because he continues.

“I’m not gonna say that ‘I’m here for you’ and all that crap but, there are people who're willing to listen to you. Whatever you’re going through right now, no matter how big or small it is, you don’t have to go through it alone.”

Again, you don’t respond. A moment of silence full of high strung tension passed by. It was only a few seconds but it felt longer than that— especially since you both stopped in what you were doing and stared at the ground or at each other’s hands.

You always hated San but you couldn’t help but sense the sincerity in his words. It’s kind of pathetic but at the moment, his genuinity, the softness of the way he spoke was what you were craving for. At that moment, you just wanted assurance that things will be okay and that whatever you were doing in life wasn’t useless. And the guy you seemed to hate most was offering you that.

Tears prick at your eyes and you hastily brush it away with the sleeve of your cardigan, refusing to show any weakness to your nemesis. But it was hard; once the tears started flowing it was difficult for you to stop. You play it off by finishing up in preparing the paints, suppressing any hiccups or sobs that would escape before eventually giving up and bringing your legs up to your chin, crying into your sweats. Fuck it if San sees.

You curled up into yourself, crying into your pants when you felt a gentle but hesitant hand on your shoulder. You jolt at the touch, seeing San back away quickly. His brows were furrowed in concern and his lips were pursed, almost as if he were thinking about what he was going to say.

“G-go on, gloat,” You hiccup, choking on your tears. “I look like a m-mess anyway…”

You were surprised, and a little bit embarrassed, that he didn’t follow with what you said. Instead, he reached into his pocket, pulling out a small packet of tissues and handing it over to you. He looked up to your desk, seeing your water container on your desk. He stands up to take it, shaking it to check if there was still some water in it, before placing it by your foot.

“I’m not going to lie, you are a mess,” San says before returning to his previous spot on the floor. “But I guess that’s normal when you’re having a shitty day.”

“More like a shitty life…” You mumble. You chug down the rest of your water, managing to stop your tears as you wipe them away with the tissues. You look up at the boy across you and sigh heavily. “It’s my step-mom,” you say.

“I’m sorry?”

“My step-mom. She made me move up here so that her daughters could take my room.” You explain. “My dad didn’t say anything because he’s a pushover, wasting his life away on cigarettes and the alcohol his wife buys…”

San nods slowly in understanding, finally making sense of what he saw in the living room and kitchen. That explained a lot of things: why you would always faintly smell of alcohol or nicotine a few months after your mother had died. It had honestly shocked him to hear that— your dad and step-mom always looked presentable in public. Your step-sisters were a bit more extravagant but neat nonetheless. The way they talked and carried themselves didn’t seem to indicate that they had any substance addiction.

Thinking back on it, it had also explained why you were so irate and moody almost all the time, leading to you losing some friends in high school as you fell back into yourself or into violence. It was a defense mechanism— you didn’t want to seem vulnerable because at home, you were vulnerable enough.

An idea pops into his head and he promptly stands up, momentarily making you jump from his sudden movement. You look up at him, puzzled. “What?”

“Come with me.”

“What???”

“I said get up and come with me.” San says and actually held his hand out to you.

You look at it skeptically before looking up at him, contemplating about any consequences in following him— if there were any. He wiggles his fingers, impatiently coaxing you to join him and you finally make up your mind. Might as well follow him; you had nothing to lose anyway.

You swat his hand away to get up on your own, mumbling something along the lines that you could get up yourself before straightening yourself out and placing your hands on your hips. He gives a satisfied nod and grabs his shoes to put them on. He then kicks open the trapdoor before heading back down for you to follow.

He returns to the living room with you trailing behind, still wondering where exactly he wanted you to go. When you glance at the clock you see that it’s already 5:30 in the afternoon. Your thoughts were interrupted when you felt something land by your feet. You whipped your head around to see San pointing at your shoes which he probably threw at you from the door.

“We’re heading out for a while.” He says as he exits your house. You take a moment to process what was happening when he pops his head in. “Come on slowpoke.” He ushers you.

You hastily throw on your shoes, grabbing the house keys hanging by the coat rack, and hop out of the house. You lock the door behind you and approach San who was sitting upon his notoriously loud motorbike. “Where are we going?” You ask, settling down behind him.

Your arms awkwardly flutter beside you, opting to hold onto whatever space was left on your seat. You jump in surprise when you hear and feel the engine roar to life, eliciting an amused chuckle from the boy in front of you. You glare at the back of his head, smacking his shoulder and settling yourself once more.

“Hold on tight,” San tells you as he revs up the motorbike.

“I am.” You argue and strengthen your grip on the seat, shaking the bike a little to emphasize your point.

“No you aren’t.” You feel heat rise to your face when he tutted in annoyance, taking your arms and placing them around his waist. “There you go. See? No harm done.”

You only grumble something in response, making him chuckle to himself. It was a bit strange to see you tame like this. Sure it kind of boosted his ego considering that he managed to make you flustered with just a few words and a simple action but he actually kind of liked it when you weren’t at each other’s throats. He revved up the engine again before taking off and speeding down the road.

The evening breeze is cool as it whips through your hair and brushes against you, sending small goosebumps running down your skin. A small yelp escapes you when San picks up speed, causing your grip on him to tighten. He glanced back at you for a moment before taking the turn that exits the town and towards the road uphill. It led to the small forest that overlooked the city; it was a popular place in town for hiking or camping. You remember going there to play as a kid.

The air gets chillier as you both reach a higher altitude. You unconsciously nuzzle closer to the boy in front of you in an attempt to seek some body heat. The sky grows darker, turning into a deeper blue shade as the night slowly creeps upon the town. Some stars start to peek and settle themselves in the dark blanket of the sky by the time San slows down to a stop. He had stopped by the edge of the forest, a metal railing along the opposite end to keep people or vehicles from falling off the edge.

“We’re here.” San says and looks back at you. “You can let go if you want now.”

At that, you peel yourself away from him and hop off his bike mumbling something about how cocky he was while walking over to the railings. He joins you soon after, keeping a respectable distance from you. None of you say anything at first, simply taking in the view of the city in front of you. Now know why San took you out here: to breathe and clear your mind of things; something that you didn’t know you needed at the moment.

The spot you were in allowed you to overlook the town, seeing the lights from the roads and houses down below. You could spot the water tower in the distance along with the radio tower next to it. As you survey the scene before you, you make out one house in the distance with a multitude of colored lights flashing around it.

“Looks like someone’s having a party.” You muse, finally breaking the silence.

San hums in acknowledgement. “I hope they aren’t missing me.”

It takes a moment for you to understand what he said, perking up when it made sense to you. “So that’s what you meant when you were ‘busy.’” You say as you lightly punch his arm. “You’re such an ass.”

“What? I wasn’t lying; I would’ve been busy.” He defends himself, holding his hands up in surrender.

“Yeah,” You huff. “Busy shoving your tongue down people’s throats.”

A mischievous hum. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“Ew no, gross- I’ll pass.”

You share a small laugh together before settling into silence again. It was… kind of cathartic, being able to actually laugh for a long while-even if it was with your longtime nemesis. It was better than crying yourself to sleep almost every night.

You turn to lean your back against the railing, using your arms to support you as you mull over the forest.

“I used to come here a lot as a kid.” You say, managing to capture San’s attention. “Pretended to gallop along the trees like some sort of princess when I was in my horse phase… I would always come home with scraped knees. I was a clumsy kid.”

“Except when you’d throw punches at me,” San interjected, ghosting a hand over his jaw. “You sure knew how to pack a punch.”

You smile apologetically, a sheepish flush on your cheeks, and look over to him. “Well you did deliver some pretty good kicks- I needed to learn how to defend myself.”

San shrugged in agreement. “I guess,” He muses and offers you a small smile, lapsing into silence again. “You know… it’s actually kind of surprising but you aren’t so bad to talk to.”

You nibble at your lower lip at his confession, unsure of what to make of it. When you look up at him, you see that he had inched a little closer to you. He still kept a reasonable amount of space between you two but it was apparent that he wanted to get closer. He drums his fingers against the cool metal of the railing, brows furrowed as he thinks over his next words carefully.

“I’m sorry.” He blurts out. “I’m sorry for all the times I’ve been an asshole to you. I know that I’ve hurt you, not just physically, but emotionally too. And I want to apologize for that… I know, words are just words. It won’t do anything to reverse or take back what I’ve done to you then, but please, take it as a first step to making it up to you.”

San decided to meet your watery gaze, his chest clenching at the tears you were trying so hard to hold back. He holds his hand out instinctively, wanting to offer some sort of physical comfort. He stops himself midway, opting to just settle it on the rail halfway from you. “You don’t have to make a decision right here and now. You can still hate me all you want, but I promise to leave you alone from now on.”

You whimper pathetically, finally letting the tears flow down your cheeks. You felt guilt consume you at his apology. Why was he taking the blame for everything? It should be you who was saying sorry. After all,you were just as cruel as him. And thinking back on it, this feud had most likely started with you. You raise a sweater paw to wipe at your tears, sobbing into your hand.

God you were a mess.

“Don’t, don’t blame yourself… I should be apologizing too. It takes two to tango right?” You hiccup, managing to give him a shaky smile. “I could’ve chosen to ignore you or direct my anger elsewhere but I still ended up targeting you at the end of the day…”

“_______, it’s okay—“

“No it’s not.” You hiss. “I’m not just talking about what I did in high school. I’m talking about every instance I was cruel to you. It was petty, extremely childish, and just horrible overall. I don’t expect you to forgive me but I want to apologize too. I’ve made part of your life a living hell.”

You glance at his hand on the railing before holding your own out towards him. “Truce?” You offer. “We don’t have to be all buddy-buddy after this but at least we can just end this whole thing.”

San gripped your hand in a gentle but firm handshake. “Truce.” His touch lingered for

just a second before he gave a gentle squeeze and pulled away. He returned it to the previous spot on the railing.

The both of you remain for a while, just overlooking the town and reflecting on what had happened. The quiet atmosphere that you both shared suddenly didn’t seem so awkward anymore. Instead, it was filled with some tension but with a bit of comfort at the same time. It was similar to the feeling of a thorn being plucked out of your side: painful but relief that it was finally out.

You don’t expect that things would go right at once— this wasn’t like the movies or the books where everything was magically solved. You both had left some scars on each other, some that are too hard to forget or too deep to heal easily. But you two were working on it: healing and forgiving each other. It was still a long journey but it was something you were both willing to go on together.

You glance to San, seeing how relaxed he was right now. He didn’t look so annoying or so terrifying anymore. A tiny grin makes its way to your lips; never in a million years did you think you’d find solace in someone you despised so much.

“Hey San,” You call out to him, resting your hand beside his, your pinkies brushing against each other. “...thanks for this. I really needed it.”

He smiles at you, flashing his cute dimples at you. It sends a warm, tingly feeling down your spine and you couldn’t help but feel calm at that. “Glad I could help.” He momentarily pat the back of your hand, engulfing it with his larger one when you didn’t pull away.

It was late when he drove you home to finish the project. Unsurprisingly, your family was still out, probably at an event they forgot to tell you about. But you didn’t mind, you had an unexpected friend with you right now.

You smile to yourself as you wave goodbye to San from the doorway, seeing him speed down the road and into the night. He may have been the bad guy in your life but it turns out, he wasn’t such a bad guy. And you were thankful that you were able to see that because at least you knew you had someone in your corner.

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trashmenofmarvel · 4 years ago

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Branded - Chapter 33

Pairing: Demon!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You and Bucky reconnect.

(This is a fan AU of Falling’s Just Another Way to Fly by araniaart . Please check out this incredible series for all of your demon Bucky needs.)

Chapter Warnings: Explicit sexual content

AO3

Morning came too quickly, and you were left as drained as a zombie. There was no time to sleep in, not with you and Bucky driving back to the city before noon. And then, hopefully, you could slip in a nap before having to deal with the sorcerers.

Toweling off your hair with one hand and holding up a second towel around your chest with the other, you walked to your old bedroom without thinking. Too tired to pay attention until you bumped right into Bucky and he grasped your bare shoulders so you wouldn’t stumble.

When he didn’t immediately release you, you met his gaze and swallowed. There was something dark and unbridled in his eyes as they roamed over your bare skin, hungrily searching. Or maybe devouring. That’s what it looked like, the fierce look of something starving.

You knew he couldn’t be. It had only been two days, and your mark wasn’t stinging or burning. And there was something else in his face, a hesitancy that clashed with the tension in his jaw.

He was holding back. Afraid to touch you? To push it further?

“Bucky…”

His name had meant to be a question, but it came out as a strangled whimper. And just like that, his control snapped.

He pushed you against the bedroom door, your back a soft thud against the wood as he gripped your hair in his fingers and crushed his lips against yours. He was demanding, tongue prying you open as his other hand ripped away your towel.

You gave a muffled noise when he lifted you by the back of the thighs and pulled your legs around his waist, never breaking the kiss as he pinned you between the unyielding hardness of his body and the door.

You wound your arms around his neck, holding on tightly, grinding your hips against his stomach, moaning as you desperately sought for friction. Bucky unbuckled his belt and zipped down his pants, breathing hard as he freed his cock and rubbed it against your folds. You were already soaked, heat flashing in your gut as the soft ridges of his cock dragged across your entrance.

You were almost dizzy from the need to be closer, as if you were starving or dying of thirst. It wasn’t the bond but it was a similar feeling, a desperation as if you hadn’t seen each other in decades. In a way, you hadn’t.

“Bucky,” you choked, tilting your head back as he nudged his nose against your throat.

“I know,” he responded, strained. “I’ve got you, sweetheart.”

You had a moment of vivid déjà vu, a flash of an event very close to this one. Trapped against a door in your boss’ house, legs wrapped around Bucky’s waist, suffering from lust that didn’t belong to you. This time was so much different. Instead of turning away from your affection, Bucky licked and kissed your skin as he slowly rolled his hips against yours.

If he kept it up, you were going to come from the friction alone. Perhaps that was Bucky’s goal because he didn’t stop or let up, even when your whining grew louder. He didn’t cover your mouth with a hand this time; Bucky captured your lips, swallowing your cry as the pressure snapped in your gut and you saw nothing but white.

You came down from your high gasping against his stubbled cheek, shuddering from the lingering throbs as you clenched around nothing. Bucky had made you come without penetration. He hadn’t fed. He’d made you orgasm just to… to make you feel good…

The implication hit you hard. This wasn’t about the bond for him, either.

Bucky softly spoke your name and you raised your head, your breathing uneven as your eyes burned.

“Did I hurt you?” His question was rushed. Panicked.

“No, Bucky.” You curled tighter around him. “Not at all. Please, keep going.”

“We… we don’t have to. This doesn’t always have to be about me having to feed.”

“What if I want you to?”

He sucked in a breath, entire body rigid with tension. You didn’t know if it was the right thing to say, with his complicated, dark history of the feedings and how much he loathed himself. But it was the truth.

“I want you to feed from me.”

Bucky gave a strained groan and ground his hips against you, the sound muffled by your hair. Impatient, you gripped his shoulders tighter and raised yourself up, just high enough to rub your entrance against the tapered tip of his cock.

Like a dam breaking, Bucky’s hesitation was swept away; he grabbed your hips and pulled you down, thrusting at the same moment and spearing you on his cock.

Your cry was loud and sharp, and there was a growl in his throat as he thrust so hard the door shook. He pulled you away before he broke it and turned toward the bed, but you never made it that far. He brought you down to the ground, lying on the carpet as he fucked you so hard you cried with each thrust.

Stars burst behind your eyelids as you curled your back, scratching your nails down the armored skin on his back. It opened as his wings shot out, arching over you like a giant bat.

Maybe that should have been terrifying but you had long learned to love that part of him, and you were overwhelmed by the jolts of heat going up your spine. Each drag of Bucky’s cock brought you higher, the tightness between your legs so intense you were afraid you’d snap in half.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, every muscle of your body tensed, and still Bucky was relentless. His hips snapped, letting out low growls from his chest, fingers tangled in your hair.

And then Bucky bit down on your shoulder, just a few inches from the mark.

Your vision whited out a second time and you heard nothing but static in your ears, aware of nothing but the agonizing pleasure as you squeezed around his cock. You felt the drag of your energy being drained out of your body, and a deep, distant heat as Bucky gave one last snap and spilled inside you.

Bucky was panting, his movements slow and sluggish as he released you from his teeth and began to lap at the wound with his long tongue.

“S…shit,” he rasped between surprisingly gentle licks. “Didn’t… mean to. I’m sorry.”

“Mmm don’t be.” Your voice was punch-drunk to your own ears. “That was… amazing. Fucking… holy shit.”

Bucky chuckled, sounding more like a purr.

“Potty mouth.” Another lick, this one closer to your neck. “Would call a call like you a ‘dirty damsel’ back in the day.”

“That’s really sexy. Do you think you would have liked me? Back then?”

You hadn’t meant to ask a question so loaded, not when you were both lying on your childhood bedroom floor, naked and covered with bodily secretions.

Bucky leaned up onto his elbow, distributing his weight so he wasn’t crushing you as he settled between your legs. Still deep inside you.

Your face heated like the sun when you gave a small whimper. Bucky’s smile widened enough to show teeth, and the heat spread into a flush all over your body.

“Oh, I would have liked you, all right. But in those days, I was a boy. Didn’t take women seriously. I just wanted to have fun, take ‘em dancing and kiss ‘em later. It wasn’t much deeper than that. I’m glad you didn’t know me when I was that much of a fool.”

“Because I would have kicked your ass?”

“Full-stop. You would have been too much woman for me.” Bucky’s gaze darkened and your heart squeezed in tandem. “And now… I think…”

He kissed the tip of your nose, grim expression still in full effect.

“…it’s time for another shower.”

Bucky broke into a playful grin, and like the pure bastard he was, pulled out of you with one fluid motion.

And fluid was correct, because quite a lot of it spilled out of you. You groaned into your hands, horrified at the prospect of having demon cum-stains in the carpet.

“Come on, groany,” he chuckled. “Get your towel back on.”

Bucky picked you up and set you on your feet, watching you with an amused smirk as you fumbled with the damp towel he handed you. All he had to do was zip his pants back up, but you had to do the ow-I-just-had-demon-dick-in-me walk to the bathroom.

“Bucky!” you hissed when he bullied you out of the room, not even trying to be subtle as he gripped you around the waist.

“Don’t worry,” he rumbled into your ear. “No one’s been home for the past hour.”

“You could have told me!”

“I kinda like it when you try to be quiet. Like it when you fail, too.”

“Well… I…”

Bucky closed the bathroom door behind him, turned to you, and lifted his shirt off. It was unfair how he could just take off one piece of clothing and make you stupid.

“Well?” He smiled lazily as he pulled off the pants he hadn’t bothered to buckle, stripping off his underwear next. You stared like the pervert you apparently were. “It’ll be faster with the both of us, right?”

Bucky pulled off your towel and pulled you into the shower next. And just like that, everything was back to how it should be. There was still so much to discuss and process, so much that would linger for a long time to come. But no matter what you’d been through, you were still the same two people and nothing had fundamentally changed between you.

At least… that was the hope.

Next Chapter

#branded #demon!bucky barnes #demon!bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #my fanfiction #my writing

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May 9th - Lyn's Writing Event - Thorin

Prompt - Change

A/N: It's been a loooooong day... But I did it! (Totally didn't have to double check the prompt was right or anything.) Based on the amazing answer @dabisburntnut gave me in regards to Thorin wanting to be touched by you who's affectionate to everyone but him.

Summary: Thorin gets jealous.

Warnings: uhhhh maybe a bit of smut for the dreams. No warnings other than that.

Thorin had never recalled human's being quite so touchy, especially when it came to other races. There was something about her. Something maddening. She was artful with her movements. She sort of reminded him of an elf with her grace. There was something gentle and flowing about the woman. Truly there was something there he couldn't help but be annoyingly entranced with.

He couldn't place why he was always hyper focused at first. Something just felt incredibly wrong with her.

And then it started, and like dragging a blade across a jagged stone, it jarred every nerve in his body. It almost happened in slow motion. Dwalin wrenched her out of the way, just as an orc slipped past Bifur and charged the girl. No one had seemed to notice as she swung her own blade with a grace Thorin had never seen in a human. And his friend's axe embedded in the orc's frontal lobe.

Autumn paused, awed melting into something sweeter. And she looked back at the gruff dwarf who smirked proudly. Thorin caught the tilt of her lips as she murmured a 'thank you'. And then she pressed forward and whole body reacted in revoltion. He writhed at the sight of her kissing the dwarf's cheek.

It was strange to him. He had no idea why he detested the sight so very much. His friend gaped and turned amusingly pink, flushing like a young dam.

Even if it wasn't a tender kiss, it might as well have been. Peck or no, Thorin's body prickled with unreasonable rage. And why?

It must have been a fluke! Yes, that made sense.

But it happened again! And again! When she playfully punched his nephews shoulders, head tilting back with laughter. Not tinkling elf laughter, but full blown belly laughter the sound rose the nausea to his stomach. When Bofur dragged her up off her bed roll to waltz her about the fire, Thorin gritted his teeth against the ache in them, nearly baring them at the horrible sight.

It was in the middle of one late, restless night that he woke with a hot shiver of excitement rolling down his spine. The ghost of his dreams dusted his skin still. He could still feel those dainty hands of hers slipping down his back, creeping ever delicately lower. He could feel the brush of her breath from lips pressed to his, sucked into those seductive hooded eyes. Dream Autumn knew exactly what she was doing to him. She was fully aware that he was simply her puppet.

It dawned on him. She had never touched him. Never kissed him from gratitude. In the middle of the night he felt the hard, boiling rage of jealousy begin to dawn on him. The nausea wasn't of disgust but of attraction. And then the dreams wouldn't stop.

He found himself utterly fascinated by her hands. Unable to tear his gaze from them whenever you brushed stray hairs from her face, gave Bombur a pat on the shoulder, and each brush of your knuckles on a cheek. Fingers long and delicate. He had never been so fixated on a body part in his life, yet here he was, growing increasingly insane by being denied what she was offering everyone else.

He was loosing his mind, becoming frazzled. She was playing the bow of his fiddle. The music increasing in speed and beauty. The king's ears strained so desperately to hear it! With each draw, the horse hair was snapping away and soon he would be useless!

What games was she playing? Who's favor was she trying to win? Was she trying to seduce everyone in with her touches? Trying to gain their trust to play against him.

The swirling of his mind made him increasingly paranoid, yet still he craved her touch like nothing ever had.

She'd nearly touched him one night. One of those taunting hands reached for his face just after dinner, when she was perched near him. He tensed, feeling like a wild animal. Part of him desperately howled, prayed, begged for her to cup his face within her palms, the other half wanted to flee with terror. To bite. To attack. But he was eager to prove to himself that her touch was not a drug.

She froze, nearly there! And then retracted her hand as if she had been burned by his intense and nearly mad gaze. Her own eyes dropped.

Why!? He wanted to scream! Why did she refuse to touch him?

He missed the confused and concerned looks given to him by his kin.

The final straw came by a river. She was practically glowing from the moonlight and for a moment, the first moment in months, he felt a peaceful lull. There was something about the way she smiled at the night sky, awed by the stars. He wanted to smack the little hobbit when he scolded her for not being quicker with washing out the muddy clothes from the weeks of trekking. (He wasn't wrong. But Autumn's smile was becoming less and less frequent as the days wore on.)

And then she nodded at him, smiling softly. And then ahe did it! Thorin felt unbridled rage fill his belly. He wasn't close enough to snatch your hand away from the bratty little hobbit.

Autumn threaded her fingers through his short curls, tucking them behind his ear. Her fingertips lingered on the shell, lightly tracing as you gave a giggle. "I adore your cute little ears. Pointy..." Autumn murmurs.

And Thorin is suddenly grabbing your arm and yanking her to her feet.

"Move," he growls lowly, through his teeth. Bilbo shrinks beneath Thorin's glare. But it's not the hobbit he's ordering. It's her. And she looks terrified as he leads her away.

Her hands are still wet, the bottom of her tunic soaked from accidently tugging the cloak she was washing into her form in fright. They stood in silence for a long moment, when he cornered her near a cliff. Her back met with the rock as she shuffled back under his mighty glare. He was truly going mad.

"D-did I do something wrong?"

And Thorin doesn't quite know how to answer, his rage clouding his mind. The only words flying through it were insults to the halfling. "Why is it you freely touch everyone in this company," he begins, stepping closer, but not caging her, "save for me?"

She blinks in surprise at the question, and in the dark her cheeks grow warm.

"You're... You're a king..." This takes him by surprise. "I thought it might be disrespectful to touch you like that." And suddenly his anger is melting away, melting into embarrassment. He made a fool of himself, driving himself to madness. "Also... When I almost did a few weeks back... You looked like you would break my hand. I figured I'd leave you to your personal space."

He so very suddenly aware how she is holding herself, pressing herself back into the stone wall behind her. Thorin's own cheeks warm. "Autumn, I wish to change that. You may touch me whenever the urge calls to you." Her eyes dart up to meet his in disbelief. And she's not curling away anymore. Instead, she's looks like she's just itching to touch him, fingers twitching.

He feels a stirring in him. And he feels just as mad as he did earlier. She hesitates, then reaches for his face with both of her hands and he stiffens, preparing for it.

He does not expect the relief her cool fingers bring his burning cheeks. He sighs, letting his face lean into her awaiting palms. And her little smile is sinking him into a deeper state of love. She's captured him and he prays, prays so desperately that she never lets go.

@tomisbaeholland @dabisburntnut @fizzyxcustard

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relijackson · 5 years ago

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So get this...

Percy was lounging on Rachel's bed wearing a tux feeling a little glum bc his breakup with Annabeth was still a bit fresh (3 moths have passed)

But Rachel asked him out to be her date to her first ever big spotlight art exhibition

So here he is watching an underwear clad redhead putting on her pants and her matching black woman tux with flower embroidery (ootd suggested by Drew)

He doesnt feel so alone that much

Bc how could he? An underwear clad woman is in front of you

Can you like dress up without me here?

Why? Does it bother you?

[[MORE]]

Its also a really big deal for Rachel since the event is a big scale media-socialite-art enthusiasts type of big thing

She only goes to small scale intimate exhibitions to avoid the limelight but she was invited by a friend and she couldnt say no

They never knew that they'll trend that night

Bc you have Rachel in her tux with beautiful flower embroideries screaming FEMALE POWER

And then there's Percy looking like his usual. A Greek/Roman god.

Linked arms they go to the red carpet with flashing lights and camera shutters

They stop at the photo op place.

Wow beautiful perfection

They became the topic of the crowd

A woman who came in tux with a partner aslo wearing tux. People are amazed.

Some people think that Percy's a sub to Rachel's dom aura that night.

An eyecandy, trophy date

Rachel's pieces are at the top floor so they roamed around the lower areas first

But the event has a serious atmosphere after the glam lights at the entrance

So the two had a bet to say the dumbest shit and whoever cracks first loses.

They proceeded to be fools while keeping a straight face.

It was a hard

Thankfully they were interrupted by Rachel's friend, one of the organizers

Your work is absolutely amazing. Out of all exhibitions, yours is my favorite

So they went to the top floor to see Rachel's work

The room was dark with only the paintings having lights.

Her work consists of demigods war life

But her proudest piece stands in the middle. The biggest one. As big as the wall of the whole room

It was percy's face, the ocean reflecting on his skin and his striking ocean like eyes stares at the person looking at the painting like the its alive

It was majestic

Percy was touched

He felt really appreciated and seeing your face up there was lil bit overwhelming

He didnt model for that so he kbows she painted it just from memory

The memory of his face

He looked at the painting in awe then turning to Rachel at his side. He felt a surge of emotions he couldn't quite put a name on

But it feels similar to love

So he did what his instincts told him to. Say a cheesy line to break her serious face and laugh.

Thank you.

You like it?

I love it. I love you.

He held her hand and kissed her knuckles

Rachel knows he's sincere. She could feel it. Also she knows that playful glint in his eyes saying 'you're going down' and she would not be going down like he wants her to

But it was so cheesy its making her cringe and laugh at the same time

ALMOST SHE ALMOST LAUGHED

I know you do. You're my muse.

They dont know though, they've gathered quite an audience and their picturesque in the middle of the painting him kissing her knuckled and her tearing up a little (bc shes holding her laugh but they dont know that) while staring at each other was taken as a picture by one of the media people

Ooooooh boy their picture exploded in the internet in .05 seconds after being posted

They still dont know it though, oblivious to everything around them

I have a lot of gas in my stomach now i think I'm gonna fart

PERCY'S DAM BROKE

He snorted at Rachel's statement

Man, he lost. A bruise to his ego. Damn

So at the garden of the place was where all the food lies.

Rachel left Percy at their rable to get more sweets from the dessert table.

But she was interrupted by an old man

You should go with men who can handle you better, wanna join me at my private room?

No thank you.

I bet that man of yours is just about looks. You will enjoy your time with me more.

Then he touched Rachel's bum

There goes her hand flying, smacking the face of the creepy old man

I said no can't you understand that?

Percy saw what happened and hurriedly came over

Why you!!! Do you know who I am?!

Yes, you are an entitled old man who thinks money can cover up all your sins so you just harass women all the time at parties that you just invited yourself into.

You bitch!

The old man's hand swinging towards Rachel was stopped by a strong hand.

Percy's face expression was like when he was fighting monsters in Tartarus. Ready for the kill

He held the man's wrist tightly it might break

Don't you dare a lay your dirty hand on her

Oooh hes so scary also hot af

Media loves this

Also Rachel was confidently standing there expecting the slap but also relieved to see Percy there

The man was scared shitless so Rachel held Percy's bicep and told him to let go

Then she walked towards the man, fixing his tux with a determined power of a woman wronged by a creeply old man

She said in low tone

I know who you are and all the things you do. If you dont want them on the news headline tonight I suggest you stop right here

Of course she doesnt know him, she doesnt even know whatever he does

But she was trained by Drew to be a manipulative biatch at times of need

The internet loves Rachel and Percy

Also they realized that Percy wasnt a sub to Rachel's dom

So they speculated they're verse

The next morning Rachel's back into her normal sweatpants tshirt combo eating cereal next to her full dressed parents eating lavish breakfast

My dear, you've become quite famous last night

Rachel's mother showed her the articles and pictures and just coos at her

Only if the speculations of you and him together is true

Said his Dad

Maybe... Rachel said.

#perachel #perachel fic #perachel au #perachel headcanon #percy jackson #rachel dare

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PLaystation 5 Event

initially great, despite the horrible pre-orders ordeal.

On Sept. 16, 2020, Sony pulled back the curtain on another slew of details regarding the PS5.

1. The PlayStation 5 releases on November 12th, 2020 in Japan, Mexico, Australia, New Zealand, South Korea, and the United States (why these states, only Sony knows even though I think it’s because of their distinct market in each of these countries).

2. The PlayStation 5 releases everywhere else on November 19, 2020.

3. The PlayStation 5 launches at $399.99 for the digital edition and $499.99 for the disc-based edition.

*IF backward compatibility with the PS4 is important to you, I’d recommend the disc-based PS5. Sony execs have confirmed 99% of PS4 games are compatible with their new Flagship console.

The event also gave us a look into some new games coming to the PS5 for launch as well as games we can expect during the first year of the PlayStation 5’s life cycle. Honestly tho, I think some of those games indicating they were launching during 2021 is a lie. You mean to tell me you’re going to launch Horizon, God of War 2, Final Fantasy 16 all in one year…..really… If these games were dique going to launch in 2021, you would think they would have had at least a working demo or something, instead of a teaser trailer with the games logo…but I digress, I’ll touch on this later.

Below are a few games showed that caught my eye and I just had to write about them.

Overall, Sony’s PS5 presentation was a good one, with all the information we as consumers were asking for since June and 10/10 would watch again (I’ve seen the presentation 4 times already (twice to write this piece 😊)).

The presentations started with a trailer showing a slew of different games coming to the PlayStation five system, most games we covered in https://migstheruler.com/post/620830163010240512/ps5-reveal-event but just when you thought this was another trailer, boom!!!

Final Fantasy 16

A nice mix of old and new: as if the folks from Final Fantasy 11 and 12 made a 15 esque type game.

Shiva the ice goddess is back, and looking deadlier than ever throwing out chilly ice crystals sure to cause anyone level seven frostbite

Who´s a good boy? This little pup looks ready to be pet and given treats.

It looks like our trusty steeds the Chocobos are back, hopefully, they are more useful this time around )I’m looking at you final fantasy seven episode one)

Marlboros are looking as menacing as ever.

Final Fantasy 16 was pretty unexpected to be honest, especially given final fantasy seven episodes one releasing a few months ago. However, it’s a nice surprise to see Square Soft jk Square Enix working on a new Final Fantasy game, especially one that likes to expand upon the action RPG elements (Think kingdom hearts series or final fantasy 15 and even 7). Aesthetically, this is giving me hardcore fantasy elements with realism thrown in there.

Either way, what a great way to start off the presentation.

Spiderman Miles Morales:

Next up, Sony gives us a seven-minute look into Spiderman Miles Morales, which expands upon 2018’s PS4 Spiderman. Sony has said this is not a direct sequel but instead a look to further expand upon the world through the eyes of Miles Morales. The graphics and presentation of this game are sure to entice any spiderman man. The lighting coupled with Mile’s powers makes this game a visual PS5 treat.

Last time we saw Miles, he had just shown Peter Parker he too had powers to which Peter Parker joined him upon the ceiling, it was a bonding moment the two spider-men would have. Fast forward maybe a year (I’m not sure how much time has passed since the last spiderman game) we are thrusted into the shoes of Miles Morales.

“Mom I’m home” Can we take a moment to appreciate my man’s line up here, dam that shit looks crispy.

Walking through Harlem, music playing, and folks dancing Salsa in the street. I’m not going to lie, this made me cheese from ear to ear.

This is what I expect to encounter when I have to mediate between clients ready to rip each other apart in a gory fashion (above).

Okay, knowing how strong spiderman is, I fully expect the dude’s Jaw to be broken after this power punch.

I forgot to mention (above) Miles can turn Invisible and has access to electric powers (below) sure to spruce up and affect the way Miles plays. I can only imagine a focus less on gadgets and more of an emphasis on Miles’ powers.

Although I know this game stars a new spiderman aka Miles Morales, the developers sure are making sure we know we’re not playing with Peter Parker anymore.

“Insert obligatory spiderman being pulled from different directions trope here” I’m not even going to front; this image is pretty cool.

Lastly, how dope is this launch title? It is one of the first games I plan to beat on my PS5.

- I do want to say one thing regarding this title. I think it’s pretty great from a representation perspective to see a Black and Puerto Rican spiderman. Representation matters. I’m not Puerto Rican but am Latino and I do appreciate the flags littered throughout the trailer, folks dancing salsa and overall, Miles Morales as a character.

One gripe I have with this game unfortunately is Sony’s anti-consumer stance regarding those that purchased 2018’s Spiderman. Folks that purchase the Deluxe Spiderman Miles Morales edition for $79.99 get both Spiderman Miles Morales and a supped-up version of 2018’s spiderman for the PS5, yet Sony hasn’t extended an olive branch to those of us that supported their 2018 game (even making it one of their best sellers). IF you want to play Spiderman Miles Morales, you can cop it for a cool $49.99 which is dope but doesn’t include any type of upgrade for those of us with the PS4 version of spiderman. Honestly, as someone that doesn’t plan on playing the game again but it’s pretty anti-consumer to not even offer some type of benefit to those PS4 supporters. Here’s to hoping they offer some type of upgrade via a patch to the PS4 spiderman.

· Turns out the game will run natively better on the PS5 given the consoles superior power but for a truly next gen 2018 Spiderman experience, you gotta pay those $69.99 duckats.

Looks Like we’re going back to Hogwarts and I’m not talking about Fantastic Beasts or Harry Potter. We received our first look (aside from the leak that was released last year). In Hogwarts Legacy, we go back to the late 1800s to visit the Wizards of the Waverly place (I think I said this right, I’ve only seen the Harry Potter movies once all the way through). Either way, it looks like they managed to capture the magic of Hogwatz. The walls of Hogwarts look alive, books flying all over the place and magic spewing from cauldrons of unknown potions.

Our journey begins going back to Hogwarts with a cool looking Owl to boot.

The sorting hat is back babi, it seems like this is a create your own character adventure, where we as the player will get to customize our very own character, sure to get into whatever wizardly fun is to be found. Team Slytherin all day!! JK, I’m team Gryffindor babi. But really tho, I have no idea what school I’d be assigned too.

In both of these pictures, its quite remarkable the little details you see; the more you look, the more you see. Did you see the candles above, or the candlelight below

Looks like our boys are cooking up work in the kitchen aka cauldron. I’d also like to bring attention to the lighting, truly impressive. Time to eat some delicious grub with my fellow wizards!! (Below)

Looks like we’ll be facing a litany of different monsters and foes. I know with my Avada Kedavra, I’ll be blasting fools like the one below away.

Dam son, we fighting Dragons out here too, sheesh.

Looks like combat will be a big portion of gameplay as the video showed of a created character fighting some pretty large beasts.

Looks like we’ll be playing quidditch in this game, and I honestly can’t wait.

I sure do hope we’re able to feed these little cuties and pet them.

Looks like this game is open world, as the characters are seen flying on Griffins across the vista. They draw distances in this game are spectacular.

Hogwarts Legacy launches in 2021.

*JK Rowling has no involvement with this game and that’s a good thing given her recent problematic statements.

Demon Souls

Full disclosure, I bought demon souls for the PS3 back in the day but unfortunately, did not stick with the game. It was fun and I would proceed to play other From Software and souls genre games in the future such as Sekiro, Bloodborne and Nioh to name a few. But here we have Bluepoint games remaking the PS3 Cult Classic and precursor to the Souls Genre. I for one am super excited to jump back in and try my hand again at Demon Souls.

This place here is the game’s main hub that allows you to access other portions of the world map. IT’s nice to see it in all it’s HD Glory.

Our Player is borne anew: Rise from your grave!!! JK, this isn’t a Sega title.

The environments look super luscious and literal indistinguishable from concept art. The leaves, lighting, and armor are truly a beautiful sight to see. (Below)

Nothing like chilling by a bonfire, although if you’re new to the genre, every time you heal at these bon fires, all the enemies you spent tirelessly fighting repopulate.

Call me crazy but in the original, players from other games could leave each other messages written in blood, as a way to help each other out. It looks like this concept is making a comeback this time around.

Dragons are so hot right now…. (insert Zoolander Gif here)

If you have ever played a souls game, you know this is something you can expect to see even in your dreams. I remember going to bed thinking how an enemy boss had beaten me 13-times in a row, only to go to bed thinking and imaging different strategies on how I could kill the foe standing between me and the game's progress.

The gameplay looks faster than the original but the difficult elements remain prevalent. The player is seen mowing down enemies which seems a bit off given the extreme difficulty of the PS3 game. But this could be Bluepoint addressing the sometimes-outrageous difficulty by making it more appealing to casuals.

Launch Title!!!!

God of War Ragnarök:

Last time we saw our heroes, Kratos and Atreus were shacked up in their home when they receive a visit from a mysterious visitor brandishing what looks like Mjolnir on his waist. The game ended in a great cliff hanger and is sure to improve on the many aspects the PS4 game

Get the fuck out of here. Sony decided to drop a nuclear ton warhead on us with the teaser trailer of God of War Ragnarok, a sequel to the PS4’s God of War. Although they did not show any game play, they did manage to build the hype with the screen below:

And then to top off the trailer the list the following with a supposed 2021 release date which I think is highly unlikely but, we will see. Either way, “we must prepare”.

Sadly, when the presentation ended, pre-orders went live . We were told by Sony that we would have ample time to prepare to pre-order, nothing but the contrary occured. I was one of the unlucky folks who failed to obtain his PS5 preorder despite having the funds to do so. Here’s to hoping I’m able to secure a pre-order prior to the Nov 12 launch. I did manage to get a PS5 camera which is a must for me since I like to stream games online, it’s really quite addicting. Check out my channel at: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCiazQqSufhmIGo2a7odLOpQ?view_as=subscriber.

I do want to say one thing, I am very fortunate to have the things i’ve accumulated over the years. I know there are people in the world that lack even basic necessities. If you’re reading this, please donate to cause/fund or organization you beleive in. I know my life’s work is to improve the living conditions of everyone regardless of their creed and that keeps me plenty busy.

All images used in this piece were obtained from the source below:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iG0G44G6RI8

Credit: IGN

#ps5 #ps5 release #ps5 reveal #demonsouls #god of war ragnarok #spiderman mile morales #hogwarts legacy #final fantasy 16 #final fantasy xvi

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88y53 · 5 years ago

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Dream Superman game

Title: Superman: Metropolis

Pitch: PS4 Spider-Man meets God of War meets Batman: Arkham City/Origins meets Superman Returns: the Game.

Premise: Superman is about 5-7 years into his career and is well into his prime. He’s not a rookie anymore, and he has a firm grasp on his powers and his philosophies. Think Paragon Commander Shepard from Mass Effect.

He and Lois Lane have already moved in together and she knows his secret, and Lex Luthor is in jail.

Everything is perfect.

It’s another day at the offices of the Daily Planet (here modernized as a digital news company like Buzzfeed mixed with The New York Times), meeting all the classic co-workers - Jimmy Olsen (showing off his brand new camera, before blinding himself with the flash, “it was like looking into the sun!”), resident “alpha-male” Steve Lombard (working on a new Jim Halpert-esque prank for Clark Kent), Cat Grant (bugging Lois for help on her “Top Sexiest Billionaires in America” ... which is obviously just an excuse to put Bruce Wayne at the top, again), Perry White screaming at everybody to get back to work, and Ron Troupe, just sipping his coffee and watching the chaos - when suddenly there are explosion at three different places across Metropolis!

Superman flies to the three locations, helping the fire department put out the fires and rescue people trapped inside [allowing the player to get a feel for their powers], before learning that there’s been a massive break out at Stryker’s Island orchestrated by Luthor and now eight of Superman’s villains have escaped into the city.

Bosses: (in alphabetical order)

Bloodsport - an alt-right nutjob with advanced tech.

Encantadora - a woman who either uses a complex array of photonic entanglement machines to control light, or just straight magic, (it’s ambiguous) to cast illusions.

Lex Luthor - former head of LexCorp, Luthor - whose reputation is now ruined because of Lois and Clark’s journalism - no longer cares about how people see him and is in full supervillain mode. He still thinks his crusade against Superman is justified, but the only person he’s fooling is himself.

Livewire - a former internet podcaster who‘s absolutely addicted to attention. She absorbs and manipulates electricity in the gigiwatt range - powerful enough to stun Superman - using LexCorp developed nanoscopic electrical conductors derived from Kryptonian technology that’s been grafted to her skin. She has a new career goal of being the "Woman that Killed Superman."

Metallo - ex-mercenary turned cyborg with a kryptonite ore in his chest powering his nigh-invulnerable body. Lasers inside his chest and eyes fire into the ore and project concentrated beams at Superman that whittles away his Stamina bar. Luthor also installed a euphoric response system that stimulates the pleasure center of his brain whenever he hurts Superman, so he literally feels good whenever he attacks him.

Parasite - a selfish janitor that was exposed to a less-refined version of the krypto-conductors that empower Livewire, allowing him to absorb energy from basically anything; thermal, kinetic, electro-chemical, nuclear, etc. His only weaknesses are that the conductors start to eat him if he doesn't "feed" enough, and that they can max out if he feeds too much.

Prankster - Michael Moore meets Tyler Durden. A charismatic and destructive showman that organizes complex and elaborate pranks and takedowns on corporate America and authoritarian institutions. However, the problems he creates in trying to “wake people up,” are just as dangerous as the problems he’s trying to solve.

Toyman - a schizophrenic engineering genius who previously worked for Luthor (and designed Metallo’s body), and is scavenging equipment from industrial warehouses and construction areas to build more “toys.”

Superman must track them down, while dealing with other problems that have decided to rear their ugly head.

Side-Quests:

Working with Dan Turpin and Maggie Sawyer to deal with Intergang cases.

Working with Professor Hamilton and Leo Quintum on S.T.A.R. labs experiments.

Mr. Mxyzptlk puzzle challenges (like flying through golden rings).

Random citizen rescues.

Levels where you play as Clark Kent at the Daily Planet and interact with the staff, or go on investigative journalism missions.

Gameplay: The “maypole mechanic” (the mechanic that everything dances around) is that Superman doesn’t have a health bar. He’s invincible. The challenge comes from collateral damage, which is measured by civilian Life Clocks (that count down the longer you wait) and total into your Reputation Bar (which shows peoples’ trust in Superman). If they drop too low, all hope is lost and you lose.

Now, this isn’t like the Superman Returns game where it felt like one big escort mission, encounters are structured with invisible aggro walls, and if you leave the confines of the encounter area and don’t return quickly enough, you lose the fight and your Rep. takes a massive hit. In each encounter there are optional tasks for Superman to complete that boosts your overall Rep., such as saving people, fighting enemies, helping the Metropolis Special Crimes Unit, putting out fires, etc. You can beat the villain without completing the additional challenges (they are saved by SCU), but you miss out on Reputation.

The challenge comes from having to juggle multiple catastrophes at once.

Interface: The minimap and HUD is part of a S.T.A.R. Labs created a “krypto-frequency” that Hamilton and Quintum synced up to the Fortress of Solitude, and only Superman can see and hear it. Using monitors in his suit (which also a hotspot), it keeps track of his solar-saturation, and Superman can interact with it by finely tuning his heat vision.

Combat: The camera is in an over-the-shoulder third-person position, and "combat challenges" are what keep the fights interesting because you lose Mxyzptlk Points (Mxyzptlk Points allow Superman to upgrade his powers — basically magical XP) if you don’t focus on them; don’t get hit, creative use of power, watch the clock, etc. To get the “Flawless Protector” rank you need to complete missions with little-to-no collateral damage.

Reputation Points allow you to upgrade your costume material at S.T.A.R. Labs (friction proof coating that lets you fly faster, or lead weaving to block out XX% of kryptonite radiation, etc.)

Mxyzptlk Points allow you to upgrade your powers (shortening the time to build up your Stamina bar, for example)

Getting shot is dangerous, not for the player, but for other people because the bullets will ricochet off Superman and hit someone else, which will cost the player points. So Superman must activate his Super-Speed to catch the bullets.

You don’t lose health, but when you’re hit you lose Stamina, which keeps you from using other powers. When you’re completely depleted you can’t even fly and are susceptible to being knocked prone until it fills up again automatically. Blocking hits like in God of War is the best way to fight because it preserves your Stamina, and allows you to counter or switch between targets using super-speed.

When Superman faces off against regular humans his heat vision auto-targets their weapons or their shoes (enemies generally just jump out of the way of his heat vision unless Superman specifically targets the weapons). His Frost Breath freezes them in place (or you could freeze their weapons and then blast them with heat vision to cause them to explode in their hands, so mixing powers unlock new strategies). His Super Breath is the best offensive power against thugs because it’s completely non-lethal, but it requires time to build up because he needs to suck in the air. He doesn’t do one-hit knockouts (even though he eclipses them in weightclass) because he “pulls his punches” so as to not seriously hurt or kill them.

Special takedown moves are also available when a player’s XP bar fills up, and boss fight takedowns require certain Quick Time Events.

Metropolis is a completely open sand-box, with the player able to travel to any boroughs of the city; from the New Troy, Queensland Park, Hell’s Gate, Bakerline, etc. All with the flying mechanics of Anthem.

The boss fights are analogue to timed puzzles (like in Mario games), with Superman needing to understand their attacks and think creatively about his environment and powers. The enemies can’t beat him, but knocking him out wastes precious seconds and the drama is beating them before time runs out. Such as Parasite overloading a nuclear reactor or Superman having to prioritize fixing the Metropolis dam before dealing with Livewire. Better time builds up Rep points. Kryptonite-based enemies like Metallo and Lex Luthor are the most dangerous because they can kill Superman. It continuously cuts down his Stamina Bar until there’s nothing left and you fail the mission. You can get back Stamina by soaking up solar rays, but that takes time you don’t have.

Each boss has a different skill-set, requiring the player to adapt and think creatively about Superman’s many powers in order to win:

Bloodsport - He uses disorientating mechanics to fight Superman; high-frequency emitters, flashbangs, etc. and an evolving fighting mechanic like Mr. Freeze. Superman must utilize different variations of his Super-Senses in order to fight him.

Encantadora - She uses her powers to create complex illusions like Scarecrow, and Superman must navigate the maze to beat her.

Livewire & Parasite - They’re a double-boss fight -- Livewire uses the electricity she absorbs from the Metropolis dam to fly and shoot powerful lightning bolts at Superman, but she’s vulnerable to water and when she’s recharging. Parasite jumps around the arena, occasionally tackling Superman to absorb some of his Stamina. He can’t be hurt because he can just take in the energy from Superman’s heat vision or his punches. When Livewire is dealt with, Parasite turns on her and absorbs her power. However, in doing so he maxes out his absorption and can be hurt.

Metallo - Superman has to chip away the kryptonite core in his chest with his heat vision (because getting too close to him with the ore exposed will quickly deplete the Stamina bar until you lose), and rip off pieces of his chassis when his chest cavity closes up. He is finally beaten when Superman pours molten metal onto him and freezes him in place.

Prankster - He’s more like Victor Zsasz in Arkham City, in that his boss fights are more like scavenger hunts as Superman tracks down his hacking trail.

Toyman - He fights Superman using a giant mech and spawning waves of robot minions, like Clayface in Arkham City. However, the mech’s bipedal nature makes it top-heavy and easily tripped.

Lex Luthor - he is the Final Boss of the game and, using a kryptonite-powered battle suit, incorporates all the mechanics of the previous bosses.

Central Theme: The central theme of the story is a twist on the age-old “power corrupts” adage; power doesn’t corrupt, power magnifies. All of Superman’s enemies could’ve easily used their powers and skills in more productive ways that benefited society, they just didn’t want to. They’re content with being bad guys, while Superman’s attempts to reason with them fall on deaf ears. That’s what makes someone like Superman different from his villains — a good man with power becomes a great man, while a bad man with power becomes worse. That’s why it’s so important that power never be given to bad men.

Teasers:

Brainiac, who has tried to invade before but was pushed back. Now there’s a possibility for a rematch.

Zod, who was one of the first supervillains Superman faced in his career before being imprisoned again in the Phantom Zone. However, there’s still a chance he and his soldiers could escape.

Darkseid’s presence is felt in the Intergang side-quests, and a possible cameo from either Orion or the Forever People.

Lois and Clark are trying to get pregnant, but biology isn’t on their side, so Hamilton & Quintum offer to help.

Atomic Skull, Conduit, Kryptonite Man, Manchester Black, and Riot were all locked up in a different section of Stryker’s, but have since escaped while Superman was distracted.

DLC:

Lobo abducts Superman and takes him to Mongul, where he’s forced to fight his current champion of WarWorld -- Bizarro, who’s so happy to show Superman is “Bizarro World.” Superman then has to escape, with help from either Lobo or Maxima.

Superman teams up with either Supergirl or Captain Marvel for another adventure.

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Who’s the bad guy? (2p + 1p America x reader) 18

Wordcount: 3,552 The reader is referred to as she/her

A body slumped heavily against the table, causing the cutlery laying on top to clink. The woman who had been approached by the host of the event not long ago was now out like a light, her cheek pressing firmly against the crisp white table cloth. But it was now stained with a beige blotch of her foundation. Guests sitting around her had their conversations cut short at that, their murmurs and laughs fading as they realized the source of the thud. A butler standing nearby with a tray rushed over to her side to shake at her back.

"Ma'am, are you alright?" He asked her through a shaky breath. No response. She was completely limp, and the panic racing through the man's eyes immediately spread to the faces at that table. "Oh my god, somebody call 911!" A voice screamed. That voice was joined by many others in the same, fearful tone, and eventually, chaos choked the necks of guests of surrounding tables to make them pale.

To start chaos was just like kindling a fire. It would ravage its way through its surroundings and leave behind destruction you could never go back from. It did not take long at all for the whole hall to catch on to what happened. But the people sitting near the scene took notice right away. Flipping your head to the man sitting next to you with round eyes, you found yourself staring at him smoking another cigarette with his dark and hot magenta eyes fixated at whatever it was in front of him. "Luciano!?" You whispered. "You just- You just-" The glass the unfortunate lady drank from turned out to be no ordinary serving of vodka just like he had suspected. "-poisoned her!" He inserted the cigarette in between his lips before turning to you. There was no remorse in that gaze of his. "She's not poisoned. Drugged, my dear." He responded, inhaling from the little white tube again. "And I wasn't the one who was responsible. It looks like my staff here has really been compromised..." Luciano continued. It took you a while for your brain to process his words and to make the links, but when you did, the color drained from your face. The moment you saw Happy, you knew they had come for you. Allen and Alfred that is. But this man-- those piercing irises glowered over you in the same manner a predator would to their prey-- he was too good. He caught on even with the assistance of the smallest hints and you were back to square one again. They were back to square one again. And you were cornered like a trapped animal, once again. Even with his security defeated, having him even know about this rescue mission increased the risk of failing by more than fifty-percent. "Your friends won't be able to save you, (F/N). You're mine." He narrowed his gaze dangerously and pulled you into his lap. You let out a fearful yelp at that, squirming and struggling to the best of your ability to rip yourself away from him. Taking advantage of everybody's attention diverted to the unconscious guest, he did as he pleased with you. All while the little wisps of grey curled from his cigarette in between his lips, he interlocked his gloved fingers with yours and stopped your movements. A few soft cries were heard, but they only quietened down as he pressed his face to yours. You looked away. "I take it back. You and Allen might see each other." He murmured, grazing his lips over your cheeks as he spoke to send chills down your spine. "Mm... Maybe for a second. But it's better that way since I can see the pain in his eyes as I take you away from him forever." You choked back a sob. If this had not been centered around Allen, you would not have been reduced to tears this quickly. Not because it was his fault and the feeling of betrayal lingered, but because Luciano kept on mentioning his name. At this point, you did not even care what Allen did in his shady past. You missed him. He was your best friend-- a flawed human you guessed. Very flawed. He was one to make mistakes, and that was an understatement. But at the same time, you would never dare to hold a grudge against him. If Luciano was trying to test your love for him, the results were already here. "Fuck you...!" You hissed, shooting him a dark glare. "I bet you Allen's right outside that door right now, ready to gun you down. The police and Alfred'll be here too, and they're gonna lock you up in jail where you'll rot for the rest of your life!" As you spat venom in his face, he welcomed it with a mocking smile. After all, he was venom. "But their plan to get me has already failed. They can't save you as long as I'm here, wide awake." He responded lowly, nearing his face to yours again much to your discomfort. His grip on your hand never loosened, and it looked like he was about to kiss you while you sat in his lap. "They'd have to kill me to get you. And I doubt they even had a proper, civilized conversation with the police-" Luciano let out a loud laugh- "Hah! You're killing me, bella. The police! Allen can't work together with the police!" "... Yes he can." You whispered faintly, startled by his loud explosive laughter. "To get you, they'll have to work together." The Italian mobster just shook his head. Were you this naïve? "He can't. He can't work with anyone, let alone the police. He's just that guy." He hummed. "And that is exactly why he won't be able to get you. He's an arrogant dumbass who thinks he can do everything by himself." Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. And this one was for dramatic entrances. The double doors swung open after being kicked by the man behind it. A few heads turned to the newcomer whose attire clashed greatly with their own. He wore a bomber jacket and ripped jeans while everyone else was dressed primly in tuxedos and evening dresses like they had been cut straight out of a fashion magazine. But then again, he was not one of them. Taking long, powerful strides with a gun pointed straight at the figure sitting in the centermost table, he stormed to him with a murderous rage. Guns were omens and harbingers of death, and everyone seemed to know when someone made a move to use them. It only took a few seconds for the guests to understand that shit really did hit the fan and made their quick decisions to flee. While everyone ran by in a blur, Allen was in a deep state of mind to derive a fool-proof plan to save you. And to make matters worse, you were sitting in his lap. If you had not been there, he would have pulled the trigger without hesitation. "Let her go right now, you piece of shit." He growled, cocking the firearm with a loud click. He always prayed that seeing you would flood his systems with a rush of euphoria and not pure fear. But it was finally happening-- this scenario he dreaded that had you in the arms of someone he did wrong. Under the death in those fiery red irises hid another version of himself he never showed anyone. Under the stoic surface of him pointing a gun at his most hated nemesis was him, cowering in terror. But he refused to let that persona of his manifest. He couldn't, for you. Your prayers were answered, but you were far from being home safe as of yet. When Allen finally appeared, your heart thundered so violently in your chest it threatened to break right out your ribs. You struggled and twisted in the Italian's hold that seemed to tighten even more. But you couldn't blame him. Allen actually showed up like you said. Luciano suddenly shot up with you in his hold. Spinning you around so you could face your savior, he whipped out a throwing knife and held that against your neck. The dam in your eyes finally broke upon feeling the cold touch of the blade and you burst into tears. "Please don't hurt me!" You choked in between cries with an enflamed face. "Allen, help!" Allen's blood ran cold when the whole ordeal escalated just like that and his mouth fell open. "Luciano! Don't you dare touch her!" He roared. But he already did. His favorite throwing knife was held against the softness of your neck, and with a simple movement, it would claim your life like it did with so many other's. And knowing that made him panic like mad. His face was losing color and little beads of sweat were forming around his temple. What could he possibly say to make the other lower his hand that clenched so tightly around that weapon? Allen was never really a talker if it did not count flirting. He was more of a doing-guy. Do before thinking. That's how he always got by, but it was clearer than day that following that little motto of his would end up with fatal prospects. "There's no point. You're just taking another life-" His voice cracked when he said that. "-another innocent life. You won't get anything out of it! You'll just get more blood on your hands!" The other just sneered and dug the blade deeper into your neck, the sight making Allen tense up in all reality. "Don't!" While the redhead had his visage fixated on the knife pressed up against you, your captor took advantage of his frazzled state of mind and backed away some more. It did not look like it, but he was in a similar state of mind. He did not believe that Allen even made it this far into this establishment, so he did not expect himself to be cornered like this to his last resort. To flee into his personal chopper and leave his own party. How embarrassing. "One sin or a thousand, you still end up going to hell!" He hissed back, walking backward slowly with clenched teeth. "And I'm talking to you, Allen! Why don't you enjoy the fun while you can? You're a murderer just like me! You're a bad guy! I told your girlfriend all about you!" His breath hitched and he gripped tighter on his gun. "You-" He was caught off guard at how low he could stoop, but it was not at all surprising. Immediately, the burning hatred dissolved into concern and he turned his attention to you. You shook your head furiously when you met the look he had in his eyes, the force causing a few tears to go flying off to the side. "Don't listen to him, Al! I don't care what you did in the past. I don't car-" A hand clamped over your mouth and muffled the rest of your screams. Your hot breath ended up dampening his gloved palm. Unfortunately for Luciano, his efforts to silence you proved useless in the end because Allen heard everything he needed. "Fuck you. I'm not like you at all!" He shouted, feeling a small tremble seize his arm that was holding his gun. "I only killed once for reason-- to save my friends and my whole damn neighborhood from rich, selfish bastards like you!" When you suspected he had a reason, a gut feeling told you were correct-- and you really were. "That doesn't matter! A life is a life!" The man shot back, gripping the handle of his knife even tighter with cold, clammy hands. He backed away some more with you struggling to pull the lethal blade as further away from your neck as possible. As much as he wanted to turn around and book it the fuck out of there already, he could not risk taking his eyes off of the man in the bomber jacket. That meant instant death for him. And that would mean an instant win for the police and Allen. Like hell he'd let that happen. Maybe over his dead body, literally. "And if you think you can get let off the hook after fucking with me, you're a fool!" "I could say the same to you." He whispered, wiping away a ball of sweat before it could enter his mouth. Narrowing his dark gaze, he readied his index finger on the trigger. He took note of the way you struggled and pulled at the mobster's arm. The knife kept on parting from your skin as you did, and if you managed to push it away far enough, he could blast a hole in his damn head without worrying about your safety. But for the meantime, he focused on getting his guard down. "The police are waiting for you. Even if you do kill (F/N), you're fucking over." To mention such a thing squeezed his heart, but it was the cold, hard truth. There was really nothing for Luciano to get out of holding you hostage like this because he was going to lose everything in the end, whether you were alive or dead. So why was he doing this? The answer was simple, but difficult to find for those who had a heart. "I'm not over because I am going to win. Being caught is irrelevant." He spat. He would never admit it, but he was actually shocked there was police involved in this. Not that he had the time to properly react anyway. "Just as long as you lose everything's that precious to you, I win." At that moment, Allen's peripheral vision disappeared into black as he was speared with a revelation. Everything narrowed down into a tunnel and all he could see was you. His breathing grew shallow and his head started to spin. The mobster couldn't care less about getting caught. Nor did he care about dying. That was right. He was that twisted. He was so torn apart vengeance he did not mind trading up his life just to ruin his. He could kill you and be satisfied with just that. Even if he was shot dead right after, he would die happy because Allen was going to live with pain. Everything made sense now, and connecting the ends to come up with this confronting conclusion made Allen's heart drop to the pit of his stomach. Luciano could slit your throat right now. He could take you away from him, forever, and do so with a smile. "It's over, you motherfucker!" "Nothing's over while I'm breathing-" He screamed, only to be cut short with a loud thump at the back of his head. The grip around you loosened as he fell forward, and you were finally able to breathe without worrying about killing yourself. The pain would have been so excruciating to fathom, but he was knocked out cold before he could properly experience the unpleasant sensation. Somebody just smashed a whole chair against the back of his head, and when he collapsed onto the ground, the one responsible was revealed. Glancing over your shoulder with a racing heart, you gasped when you saw who it was. "Alfred!" You squealed, jumping up to latch your arms around his neck. Pulling away with relief, you cupped his cheek and returned the smile he offered you. "You just saved my life! Thank you!" "No problem, (F/N)." He breathed heavily with a lazy grin. That chair was pretty heavy, it seems. He then ripped his gaze away from you to direct it to whatever it was in front. "But I also think you need to thank the brains of the operation." The blonde gestured to the figure standing behind you with his head. You slid your arms off of his shoulders and turned around to find yourself staring at Allen whose gaze was purposely directed off to the side. A small smile was tugging at his lips as he stretched his arms wide open like he was expecting you to dive right in them-- and hell, he was right. Wasting not a second to run over to him, you jumped at him in a manner that sent him stumbling back a few steps. But he caught you like always. "I missed you so, so much!" You cried, coiling your arms around his neck so tight like he'd disappear if you didn't. You even clamped your legs around his torso to hold onto him like a koala. But you could not help it. Joy had filled you to the brim and manifested in the most bittersweet manner. Alfred was not hurt the least upon witnessing the difference between your reunion with his and his cousin's. He just watched along with a wide smile, and for the first time, he was happy for Allen. Walking over to the said man, he whispered something in his ear before leaving, making sure not to forget the body on the ground. He dragged that away for a few meters before he was joined by a few of his friends-- Happy, Flavio and Eliza. Before they could surround you and shower you with affection, Alfred hissed at them to keep moving the body. You and Allen deserved the privacy. As you sobbed in his neck, he returned the embrace just as tight. Nestling his chin in the crooked of your neck, he felt bile rise up in his throat the longer you cried in his ear. But he swallowed it all down and took the initiative to console you. To tell you that he was here, and there was nothing to be afraid of anymore. Allen rubbed comforting circles in your neck as he held you in his strong arms. It took you a while to stop the tears, and he did not make a single peep as you cried your heart out. Once you did quieten down to sniffs and hiccups, Allen opened his mouth to speak. "Have you stopped crying now?" His arms were now under your thighs and he bounced you once as he captured you in a loving gaze. Because you were looming over him, he needed to tilt his head back a little. "You big baby." His lips were stretched into a warm smile when he called you that. Usually, you would have given him a playful pinch to reciprocate the playful name, but instead, you just pressed your forehead to his. The action calmed the rapid thumping in his chest, and he shut his eyes to savor the sensation of your skin against his. "I won't cry anymore." You murmured, fluttering your eyes open to find that he still had his closed. An idea, no, a desire suddenly hit you as you flickered your irises over his peaceful face. He would not see it coming, would he? Not that he would mind. And this was the perfect time to do it too. After nights of terror and perhaps months of dread for Allen, everything would be vanquished by this short, sweet moment. If you did end up doing it, you would be returning what he had been giving you for the past few years. So you gave in to the pleas of your heart you had been ignoring and leaned in to kiss Allen. The second your lips met, everything else in the world disappeared and all you could focus on was the pounding in your chest and the softness of his own lips. It took him a second to register that you were kissing him. You were actually kissing him! You, not him. And that fact made him ecstatic. And when it all dawned on him in the most pleasant way possible, he returned the intimate exchange and captured you in a breathless kiss, something he had been wanting to do with you for a long while now. Aside from being drowned in happiness like never before, he was also swarmed with so many questions. What now? He pulled away from the kiss and stared up at you with grin. "I'm guessing I have another reason to be protective of you now." A small laugh was heard before you hummed in agreement. "Yup." You just stared right back down at him, and God, it was hard not to kiss him again. "You wanna take me home, Al?" He nodded and started to walk in the direction of home-- and by that, meaning the exit of this stupid hotel. "Thank you for choosing to ride with Allen today- Ow!" You bonked him on the head. "Go faster!" He picked up the pace by jogging. "Alright, whatever you say, babydoll. I'll go harder and deeper as well- Hey!" You hit him again with a red face. "You have no shame!" Allen's cheeks were hurting from how much he was smiling. It was just too much fun to tease you for the pleasure he got out of it was so addicting. And that last statement you made about him was very true. With you, he had no shame at all. No secrets to hide, and certainly, no boundaries.

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libidomechanica · 4 years ago

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damgirlsocial · 5 years ago

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Come fly with me ...

My journey back to work has been a bit up and down, like all ‘journeys’ (how much do we all love that metaphor but hey it’s the one we all use) but mine started over 10 years ago when me and my amazing husband desperately wanted to start a family. Now this might not seem like the forum for talking about procreation and starting my business (although I can see some kind of analogy here), but you know what having been to a talk where the amazing Debbiedoodah presented her thoughts on being true to yourself (which resonated with me) I decided that this is my path, my reasoning and I’m not going to make something up that I think people want to hear. I’m going to be true to myself, my brand and where it takes me who knows but I’m unashamed of my reasoning. It’s actually one of the reasons behind my brand name ‘DAM Girl Social’. There are other reasons to do with some amazing women I’ve met along the way, but I’ll come to that in a bit.

So, let’s start somewhere way back when, when I was a little less grey, had a bit more energy (think late night karaoke and oodles of shots) and a full-time job as a Marketing Manager. As I mentioned I had hit a time of life where a family was increasingly more important however, that wasn’t meant to be as straight forward as I’d anticipated and so found myself in a situation whereby, I was all consumed by having a baby. Now this is another story altogether but it’s fair to say that my 3 year struggle emotionally and physically meant that when I was lucky enough to have a baby I was in no rush to rush back to the workplace and we took the decision that I would take time out and concentrate on being a mum to our two amazing boys. Okay, so I had a tricky start (it has stayed with me believe me but I am fully aware of how lucky I am), and having two boisterous boys has its own challenges but by enlarge having that time off has been amazing, exhausting, thrilling, confidence debilitating, exciting and challenging all in one package of motherhood (did I mention life was a roller coaster?). Once school life kicked in, I realised my boys needed me a wee bit less (well between 9 and 3.30 at least) and I needed something for me, to help build up my confidence again. I have been extremely involved in helping the school over the last 3.5 years, bringing in funds of £55k+ through events I ran alongside my co-chair (now we would definitely make a good business partnership), and before that a short stint at Governance at another school my first son started at, but the time had come to do something for me and my family.

What is it about having kids that knocks your confidence though? This is a blog that needs addressing all on its own. But it’s true though, we start off as strong, professional women have a kid or two or three or more and suddenly we don’t seem to know our worth.

Still with me? Okay, so last year I decided to embark on my own ‘getting back to work self-motivation program’. First stop was a 3 day ‘Back to Work’ course with Successful Mums where I got the chance to meet the motivated and inspirational Jane Knight who is all about helping women, especially mums, find their mojo and while they’re at it pop a crown on our heads and stand tall. To be honest it’s not really my bag and for those who know me well will probably realise that I struggled with this particular concept but I have since taken it on board (you can even find a pic on my Insta) and I’m walking a bit taller with a straighter invisible crown these days. As I’ve said before #thismumcan and is! Anyway, by taking the course I identified a gap in my CV – Social Media Marketing! It was taking off as I took off 10 years ago, and so I missed the whole transformation of business with all things Social. And for any advert looking for Marketing roles it was apparent you need to know this Social stuff.

This takes me neatly onto the ‘Techpixies’ Social Media Marketing course created by the amazing Joy Foster and delivered by the funny, fabulous Sophie and Jess, and the warm and lovely Theresa too (awesome business coach btw, can’t recommend her highly enough)! With my fellow ‘Pixies we embarked on an 8 week course covering most things Social. I met a great bunch of women a couple of whom I’ve stayed in touch with and who have helped shape the name. I’m hoping to have a collaboration with them soon and kick start a new FaceBook community but that’s still very much in the brewing stage.

Okay so I did the course and my confidence inflated a bit, not loads but a lot more than that first day we all introduced ourselves around the table. I was able to apply some of my learning to my friend’s Insta and after a bit of research, some strategy, a presentation, and finally some brave pants posting, things started to move in the right direction. Insta followers increased steadily and has now hit a 120% increase from when I first took it over, and the all-important new clients and collabs have emerged along the way too. So, I knew I could do it, and my confidence inflated a little bit more. I dared to believe I could forge this new skillset into some work that I could fit around my boys. Which after all is my reason for doing all this. Remember way back when in the beginning of this ever increasing blog, I mentioned the struggle to start a family, and how that that has stayed with me, well being there for my wee ones has been my priority throughout. I’m after a work/life balance on my terms and freelancing in social media marketing is providing that opportunity.

Ha! This is all sounding very confident. Don’t be fooled though, Imposter Syndrome is fully functioning and likes to kick my confident butt on a regular basis. You know the ‘who do you think you are starting your own business, what do you know?’ type narrative. But even in the face of this self-doubt I found a course that has helped, and I’m going to be frank, boot me royally up the backside and out of any indecision, procrastination, and totally out of my comfort zone. Its once again with the fabulous Successful Mums, this time on their ‘Business Start Up and Digital Skills Course’ and it’s fair to say I have learned LOADS! I have also moaned loads. Why? Because I was disgruntled at the amount of work, I was having to do in my own time that I hadn’t banked on. But then the realisation kicked in, you know some kind of epiphany that I wasn’t doing this for the course tutor, or Successful Mums, I was doing it for MY business. Even this blog is because I’m being nudged to get it done. For 5 weeks I’ve been thinking, yeah yeah I’ll write something, I’ll do a blog…, but look at me now I’m on a roll and you can’t stop the verbal bullshit! (Don’t worry it’ll all be over soon 😉). The point? Oh yes, so I’m being encouraged to keep at it; get the work done, do the business plan, the financial forecast, the GDPR policy, create my brand and marketing strategy in real terms. Not hearing how to do it and then going off and doing it down the line, actually starting my business as part of the course. It’s made me take the leap. Climb out of the warmth of the nest, teeter on the edge and then just f’ing fly, because ‘DAM GIRL’ you need to believe in yourself.

‘DAM’ by the way, since you ask, stands for ‘Decidedly Average Mum’. I, in no way, think I’m just average but in a social landscape of ‘mumpreneurs’ who frankly make us doubt ourselves (even when it’s not intentional), and 6 figure salaries we’re supposed to be aspiring too, or that we must be able to work, look stunning, get the kids to school yadayadayada means, I think, that there’s a gap for us more ‘average’ types. I’m hoping that you see this as a refreshing take on this venture back to work. I had a couple of babies, so what? But I hit a low in confidence and I think it’s worth talking about, so having a brand that says: ‘I’m an average mum like you, just trying to get back to work and fit it around my family, it can be a bit hard, it can be a bit shit at times, but its feeling kind of good with each day my confidence builds, and if I can do it then you most definitely can too!’

So, this might not be your average ‘starting your own’ business blog. In fact, some might say (and be right) that its maybe altogether too honest but its who I am; I know, that by working with me you get a hardworking 110% kinda gal who will ALWAYS do her best by you. Its who I am, and who I’ll always be.

We can all be ‘DAM’ Good, so give me a shout I’d love to hear how I can help you xoxo

#flexibleworking

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fly-you-dam-fools · 3 years ago

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Holiday Prompt List

This is solely for the Christmas at the Cabin Event!!!

Edit: This Prompt list is ONLY for my Christmas at the Cabin Event!

Hey! You can request with or without the prompt list! Just make sure it is Christmas/Holiday/Winter centered for this event!

(I'm not putting a limit on amount of requests you can send in but i can get quite busy irl so please don't request way too much?)

Action Prompt List:

Decorating the tree (cliche ik)

Decorating the house / glass jars / cards / crafts (some, all, or one!)

Cuddling by the fire

Christmas music battle

Christmas shopping in town / Christmas Fair / Christmas Market (some, all, or one!)

Seeing the Nutcracker at the theater / at home

Getting “lost” in the nearby snow filled forest

Setting up candles

Building a snowman/snowlady/snowperson/snow family

Snowman building contest (can be included with multiple characters, but only one can be x reader)

Making snow angels

Snowball fight / snow fort (or both!)

Playing in the snow

Trying on knitwear

Teasing about red noses from the cold + cuddles

Making Christmas cookies

Making gingerbread cookies (yes that needed its own)

Making a gingerbread house

Christmas Dance / Soirée / Party

Christmas countdown / 25 days of Christmas

Watching Christmas Movies/Shows (specify which if you would like, or request for random! I might not know all of them haha)

Christmas morning

Christmas Eve

Christmas Eve Dinner (having, making, or both!)

Winter Solstice celebrations

Dialogue Prompt List:

“Barkeep? One pint of hot chocolate.” “Haha, no way love, you’re just kidding. Regular size please.”

“With my special deduction skills I have come up with the conclusion that you are making gingerbread cookies.” “How could you tell?” “The cookie dough all over your hands.”

“Strawberries are better.” “No, raspberries!” “Both” you both said in unison.

“I thought you might like what I got.” “You were correct.”

“No way! I pull off the Santa suit much better than you.” “Nuh-uh, I do.”

“You look good in red.” “You look good in green.”

“Uh-oh.” “What?” “THE TREE’S GONNA FALL” “WHAT?!” “CATCH IT!”

“Did you just fall asleep to Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer?” “What? No….”

“You’re telling me you’ve never eaten snow?”

“Wow. It’s beautiful.” “The snow? Or me?”

“Okay I think that’s enough nutmeg for the day.” “There is never enough nutmeg!” (or with hot cocoa)

“Stop stuffing your face with Christmas Candy!” “Well then what else is it for?” “I’m handing them out to the kids!” “Liar! It isn’t Halloween! Save some for me!”

“I’m getting another gumdrop.” “Get me one too!”

“Will you marry me?” “You want our anniversary to be on Christmas?!” “Is that a yes?” “Maybe.”

“Will you merry me?” “Oh stop it with the puns! But yes!”

“How many presents did you get me?” “That’s classified information sir/ma’am, I’m not at liberty to say.”

“May I have this dance?” “We’re in our pajamas!”

“So which Christmas classic would you like to read?” “All of them!”

“Here, take my mittens.” “But then you’ll get cold!” “Nah, I’m too hot for the cold.”

“Black Forest Cake?!” “Freshly made!”

“So I got assigned you for Secret Santa….” “There’s only two of us!” “Exactly.”

“This is no time to show off.” “Ha, you wish you could chug cookies and milk that fast.”

“What do you mean? I’m just making these cards for the kids.” “What kids?!”

“I can’t believe you planned a holiday vacation overseas!” “Anything for my love.” (non-cabin)

“Christmas in Hawaii?!” “Yep.” (non-cabin, can be another tropical place or Southern Hemisphere)

5 and 22 and 23 imply kids / pretending to be Santa, may be a volunteer thing, may be looking over friends' kids, may be their kids if you want.

Thanks for requesting!!!

#christmas at the cabin #fly-you-dam-fools event #holiday event #winter event #christmas event #prompt list #christmas at the cabin prompt list #event prompt list #christmas prompt list

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fromtheringapron · 4 years ago

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WWE Survivor Series 2006

Date: November 26, 2006.

Location: Wachovia Center in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.

Attendance: 15,400.

Commentary: Jim Ross and Jerry Lawler (Raw), Michael Cole and John Bradshaw Layfield (SmackDown!).

Results:

1. Survivor Series Elimination Match: Ric Flair, Dusty Rhodes, Ron Simmons, and Sgt. Slaughter (with Arn Anderson) defeated The Spirit Squad (Kenny, Johnny, Nicky, and Mikey) (with Mitch). Flair was the sole survivor.

2. WWE United States Championship Match: Chris Benoit (champion) defeated Chavo Guerrero (with Vickie Guerrero).

3. WWE Women’s Championship Match: Mickie James defeated Lita (champion).

4. Survivor Series Elimination Match: Team DX (Triple H, Shawn Michaels, Matt Hardy, Jeff Hardy, and CM Punk) defeated Team RKO (Edge, Randy Orton, Gregory Helms, Johnny Nitro, and Mike Knox) (with Melina and Kelly Kelly). All of Team DX survived.

5. First Blood Match: Mr. Kennedy defeated The Undertaker.

6. Survivor Series Elimination Match: John Cena, Bobby Lashley, Kane, Rob Van Dam, and Sabu defeated Big Show, MVP, Test, and Finlay (with Armando Alejandro Estrada). Cena and Lashley were the survivors.

7. World Heavyweight Championship Match: Batista defeated King Booker (champion) (with Queen Sharmell).

My Review

I remember ordering Survivor Series 2006 on pay-per-view being weirdly hyped for it. I don’t know why; I just saw a lot of potential in the card, I guess. Sure enough, the show fell well below my expectations and I quickly disavowed it and never rewatched it again until recently. So how do I feel about it in 2020, our year of the Lord? Well, it’s not horrendous or anything, but it’s still not good. Some important-ish things happen and I still think there was potential here for this show to be so much better; it just feels like not a whole lot of effort was put into it.

If the show can’t shake its staidness, it’s certainly not done any favors by its main event. The feud between Batista and King Booker was WWE’s attempt at cashing in on the real-life heat between the two, but it never caught fire in translation. By all means, it should’ve worked. Batista was in his prime and Booker was enjoying one of the best stretches of his career yet it ultimately became a case of the two guys simply not meshing. Their match here is just a whole bunch of whatever to me. What should be the satisfying culmination of Batista’s year-long road back to the World Heavyweight title is instead anticlimactic. It feels more like an epilogue tacked on to a novel than an epic final chapter.

The most enjoyable part of the show is easily Team DX vs. Team RKO, which is a squash match single-handedly elevated by the charisma of its participants. Team DX —Triple H, HBK, CM Punk, and The Hardy Boyz — is often mentioned in the discussion of greatest Survivor Series teams of all time and that’s pretty difficult to argue against. It’s such an iconic group overflowing with star power that watching them share a ring together feels truly special. The Philly crowd is well-aware of the moment too and they don’t let it go to waste. A part of me would’ve wanted to see a more competitive match, and the potential was definitely there, but the trade-off is a surge of energy that’s much needed at the midpoint of the show.

The remainder of the card mostly ranges from forgettable to downright offensive. The other elimination matches here are fun sprints, but they embrace the worst qualities of the match’s modern iterations. Granted, I’m a traditionalist who thinks the elimination matches should always be the focus of the Survivor Series, but I do think at a baseline they shouldn’t feel like everyone is trying to get it over with as fast as possible and that’s the vibe I get here. Elsewhere, Chris Benoit and Chavo Guerrero square off over Eddie Guerrero’s namesake, whose death is still being sadly exploited for storylines a full year after the fact. The lowest moment, though, is the tasteless sendoff for Lita in her retirement match. In a way, there’s something admirable about Lita wanting to go out like a complete heel, but having her slut-shamed and her items put up for grabs in a “Hoe Sale” isn’t it, and it’s ultimately flat-out disrespectful to one of the most influential women in WWE history.

Overall, Survivor Series 2006 has all the ingredients yet it can’t bring them all together to make a great show. One look at the card may have you think otherwise but in the history of WWE’s Thanksgiving tradition, this is the equivalent of a fake colorful gourd you stuff in a cornucopia⏤it looks good, but don’t be fooled; the taste is underwhelming.

My Random Notes

I’d like to reject the notion that JBL was ever funny on color commentary. Maybe I’m alone here, but I find him super obnoxious? I get that’s he’s trying to channel Jesse Ventura; it’s just that he unfortunately translates that into yelling a lot without saying any good soundbites.

It’s hard to not look at Test here and feel sad. There’s the steroid bloat, yeah, but he just seems tired, almost like he’s phoning it in at some indy show.

Vickie Guerrero is pretty early into her heel run at this point so she’s nowhere near as over-the-top as she’d later become, but I do like her cold Real Housewives energy here. There’s that one moment in the video package where she says “Hi, Chris” so frigidly that I had to check my nose for frostbite.

Speaking of Chris, it’s already tough to stomach watching Eddie Guerrero’s death exploited for storylines, but it’s especially so to watch Benoit get involved when you know how badly Eddie’s death fucked him up. And, yes, I do have that Dark Side of the Ring episode on my mind. That was some seriously haunting shit.

Fun fact: Ric Flair is undefeated in Survivor Series elimination matches, having been the sole survivor in two of them 15 years apart. The more you know!

Dusty Rhodes pinned Dolph Ziggler on a pay-per-view in 2006. Also the more you know!

A huge yikes @ the chair shot Taker gives Mr. Kennedy. No way that would fly now. Hell, it wouldn’t even fly less than year after this.

The Mickie James face turn truly happened outta nowhere, huh? I just remember there was one episode of Raw when she lost the Women’s title to Lita and — bam! — suddenly she’s a face, as if she wasn’t threatening Trish Stratus that she’d dismember Ashley Massaro less than six months prior.

I have little recollection of an MVP/Mr. Kennedy alliance, but it does seem like the most mid ‘00s WWE thing to happen. Remember when these two guys absolutely felt like the future faces of the company? The lost generation, indeed.

Alas, here we bare witness to the final days of The Spirit Squad. A night later, they’d be squashed by DX and literally sent back to OVW in a crate. To this day, I’ve never got the hate for them, other than it’s clearly a mid ‘90s WWF gimmick stuck in a mid ‘00s WWE. I used to think was the most obnoxious person on the roster, which I guess means they did their job well.

#survivor series #wwe #wwe network #john cena #the undertaker

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kabargames · 4 years ago

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Neve, Nee, Tee Level 83 Lacks, Slack, Lack, Sack, Ask Bonus Calks, Calk, Cask, Lacs, Kas, Lac, Sac, Sal, Ska Level 84 Slots, Loss, Lost, Lots, Slot, Toss, Lot Bonus Sols, Sots, Sol, Sot Level 85 Lands, Land, Sand, And, Lad, Sad Bonus Ands, Dals, Dans, Lads, Ads, Dal, Sal Level 86 Blues, Blue, Bus, Sub, Sue, Use Bonus Lubes, Bels, Lube, Lues, Slub, Slue, Bel, Bes, Leu, Sel Level 87 Needy, Deny, Eyed, Need, Den, Dye, End, Eye Bonus Dene, Dyne, Eyen, Eyne, Dey, Nee, Yen Level 88 Guard, Drag, Drug, Grad, Dug, Rug Bonus Dura, Gaud, Gaur, Guar, Ruga, Dag, Gad, Gar, Rad, Rag, Urd Level 89 Spicy, Icy, Sic, Sip, Spy Bonus Pics, Pyic, Yips, Pic, Yip Level 90 Zones, Nose, Ones, Zone, One, Son Bonus Eons, Noes, Sone, Ens, Eon Level 91 Sinks, Skins, Kiss, Sink, Sins, Skin, Skis, Ink, Kin, Ski, Sin Bonus Inks, Kins, Sis Level 92 Props, Pops, Prop, Pop, Pro Bonus Pros, Sop Level 93 Mount, Unto, Not, Nut, Out, Ton Bonus Notum, Muon, Mon, Mot, Mut, Tom, Tun Level 94 Humor, Hour, Hum, Our, Rum Bonus Mohur, Mho, Ohm Level 95 Shuts, Huts, Shut, Thus, Hut Bonus Tush Level 96 Loser, Roles, Lore, Lose, Role, Rose, Sole, Sore, Ore Bonus Lores, Orles, Sorel, Oles, Ores, Orle, Roes, Sloe, Ers, Ole, Res, Roe, Sel, Ser, Sol Level 97 Fungi, Fin, Fun, Gin, Gun Bonus Fig, Fug, Gnu Level 98 Wally, Ally, Wall, All, Law, Lay, Way Bonus Yawl, Awl, Yaw Level 99 Farms, Arms, Farm, Mars, Arm, Far, Mar Bonus Arfs, Rams, Ram Level 100 Aware, Area, Wear, Are, Awe, Ear, Era, Raw, War Bonus Ware, Awa, Wae Daftar Kunci Jawaban Word Across Level 101 – 120 Level 101 Ghost, Hogs, Host, Shot, Hog, Hot, Got Bonus Goths, Gosh, Goth, Hots, Shog, Togs, Tosh, Sot, Tho, Tog Level 102 Tells, Lest, Lets, Sell, Tell, Let, Set Bonus Ells, Tels, Sel Level 103 Mound, Undo, Don, Duo, Nod, Mud Bonus Muon, Udon, Dun, Mod, Mon, Oud Level 104 Theme, Meet, Them, Hem, The, Met Bonus Heme, Mete, Meth, Teem, Thee, Eme, Tee Level 105 World, Lord, Word, Low, Old, Owl, Rod, Row Bonus Wold, Dol, Dor, Dow Level 106 Firms, Firm, Rims, Fir, Rim, Sir Bonus Firs, Mirs, Rifs, Mir, Rif, Sri Level 107 Rapid, Arid, Drip, Paid, Pair, Raid, Aid, Air, Pad, Par, Rap, Rid, Rip, Dip Bonus Pardi, Pard, Dap, Pia, Rad, Rai, Ria Level 108 Hatch, Chat, Act, Cat, Hat Bonus Hath, Tach Level 109 Plump, Lump, Plum, Pulp, Pump, Pup Bonus Pul, Ump Level 110 Knees, Keen, Knee, Seek, Seen, Ken, See Bonus Keens, Skene, Ekes, Esne, Kens, Sene, Skee, Eke, Ens, Nee Level 111 Width, With, Hid, Hit, Wit Bonus Whid, Whit, Dit Level 112 Blast, Bats, Last, Salt, Slab, Tabs, Bat, Lab, Tab, Stab Bonus Blats, Albs, Alts, Bals, Bast, Blat, Labs, Lats, Slat, Abs, Alb, Alt, Bal, Lat, Sab, Sal, Sat Level 113 Peace, Cape, PaCepe, Cep, Pac, Pea Level 114 Shake, Sake, Ash, Ask, Has, Sea, She Bonus Hakes, Haes, Hake, Kaes, Keas, Shea, Hae, Kas, Kea, Ska Level 115 Plots, Lost, Lots, Plot, Post, Pots, Slot, Spot, Stop, Tops, Lot, Opt, Pot, Top Bonus Lops, Opts, Pols, Slop, Lop, Pol, Sol, Sop, Sot Level 116 Burly, Blur, Bury, Ruby, Buy, Rub Bonus Burl, Bur Level 117 Blush, Bush, Lush, Bus, Hub, Sub Bonus Buhls, Buhl, Hubs, Shul, Slub Level 118 Spend, Ends, Pens, Send, Sped, Den, End, Pen Bonus Pends, Dens, Peds, Pend, Sned, Eds, Ens, Ped, Pes Level 119 Grand, Darn, Drag, Grad, Rand, Rang, And, Ran Bonus Dang, Gnar, Gran, Nard, Dag, Gad, Gan, Gar, Nag, Rad, Rag Level 120 Chips, Chip, Ship, His, Sic, Sip Bonus Chis, Hips, Ichs, Phis, Pics, Pish, Hip, Ich, Pic Kunci Jawaban Word Across Level 121 – 140 Level 121 Cones, Cone, Nose, Once, Ones, One, Sec, Son Bonus Scone, Cons, Eons, Noes, Sone, Con, Ens, Eon Level 122 Saint, Satin, Stain, Anti, Ant, Its, Sin, Sit, Tan, Tin Bonus Antis, Tains, Ains, Aits, Anis, Ants, Nits, Sain, Sati, Snit, Tain, Tans, Tins, Ain, Ait, Ani, Nit, Sat, Tis Level 123 Hazel, Hale, Haze, Heal, Zeal, Ale Bonus Laze, Hae, Lea Level 124 Count, Unto, Cot, Cut, Not, Nut, Out, Ton Bonus Unco, Con, Tun Level 125 Coupe, Cope, Coup, Cop, Cue, Cup Bonus Puce, Cep, Ope Level 126 Budge, Bed, Beg, Bud, Bug, Due, Dug Bonus Debug, Gude, Deb, Dub, Ged Level 127 Taxed, Date, Ate, Axe, Eat, Tad, Tax, Tea Bonus Axed, Tae, Ted Level 128 Bring, Grin, Ring, Big, Bin, Gin, Rib, Rig Bonus Brig, Girn, Gib, Nib Level 129 Aptly, Play, Apt, Lay, Pal, Pat, Pay, Tap, Lap Bonus Platy, Typal, Paly, Paty, Plat, Alp, Alt, Lat, Ply, Pya, Yap Level 130 Genus, Guns, Snug, Sung, Gun, Sue, Sun, Use Bonus Negus, Engs, Gens, Genu, Gnus, Negs, Ens, Gen, Gnu, Neg Level 131 Dared, Dread, Dare, Dead, Dear, Read, Add, Are, Dad, Ear, Era, Red Bonus Adder, Readd, Redd, Rad Level 132 Crawl, Claw, Arc, Car, Law, Raw, War Bonus Carl, Craw, Awl, Caw, Lac, Lar Level 133 Tents, Nest, Nets, Sent, Tent, Test, Net, Set, Ten Bonus Netts, Stent, Nett, Sett, Stet, Tens, Tets, Ens Level 134 Found, Fond, Fund, Undo, Don, Duo, Fun, Nod Bonus Fondu, Udon, Dun, Fon, Fou, Fud, Oud Level 135 Thyme, Myth, Them, They, Hem, Met, The, Yet Bonus Hyte, Meth, Thy Level 136 Clown, Cow, Low, Now, Owl, Own, Won Bonus Cowl, Lown, Col, Con Level 137 Minor, Iron, Norm, Ion, Nor, Rim Bonus Inro, Morn, Noir, Mir, Mon, Nim Level 138 Yacht, Chat, Act, Cat, Hat, Hay Bonus Achy, Chay, Tach, Cay, Thy, Yah Level 139 Abyss, Bass, Bays, Says, Bay, Say Bonus Bassy, Abys, Sabs, Abs, Aby, Ays, Sab Level 140 Knife, Fine, Fin, Ink, Ken, Kin Bonus Fink, Kief, Kine, Fen, Kef, Kif Kunci Jawaban Word Across Level 141 – 160 Level 141 Gamut, Gum, Gut, Mat, Mug, Tag, Tug Bonus Gaum, Gam, Gat, Mag, Mut, Uta Level 142 Drift, Dirt, Rift, Fir, Fit, Rid Bonus Frit, Dif, Dit, Fid, Rif Level 143 Short, Host, Shot, Sort, Hot, Rot Bonus Horst, Hots, Orts, Rhos, Rots, Thro, Tors, Tosh, Ort, Sot, Tho, Tor Level 144 Paced, Cape, Pace, Ace, Ape, Cap, Pad Bonus Caped, Aced, Aped, Cade, Dace, Cep, Dap, Pac, Pea, Ped Level 145 Asked, Desk, Sake, Ask, Sad, Sea Bonus Daks, Kaes, Keas, Sade, Ads, Dak, Eds, Kas, Kea, Ska Level 146 Sheen, Hens, Seen, Hen, See, She Bonus Esne, Sene, Ens, Nee Level 147 Awash, Wash, Ash, Has, Saw, Was Bonus Haws, Shaw, Shwa, Awa, Haw Level 148 Brush, Shrub, Bush, Rubs, Rush, Bus, Hub, Rub, Sub Bonus Buhrs, Buhr, Burs, Hubs, Urbs, Bur Level 149 Lends, Ends, Lend, Lens, Send, Sled, Den, End, Led Bonus Dels, Dens, Elds, Sned, Del, Eds, Eld, Ens, Sel Level 150 Waved, Wade, Wave, Awe, Dew, Wad, Wed Bonus Awed, Deva, Daw, Wae Level 151 Picks, Pick, Sick, Skip, Sic, Sip, Ski Bonus Kips, Pics, Spik, Kip, Pic Level 152 Opens, Nope, Nose, Ones, Open, Pens, Pose, One, Pen, Son Bonus Peons, Pones, Eons, Epos, Noes, Opes, Peon, Peso, Pone, Pons, Sone, Ens, Eon, Ope, Pes, Sop Level 153 Twins, Twin, Wins, Its, Sin, Sit, Tin, Win, Wit Bonus Nits, Snit, Tins, Wist, Wits, Nit, Tis, Wis Level 154 Glaze, Gale, Gaze, Zeal, Age, Ale, Gal, Gel, Lag, Leg Bonus Egal, Laze, Lea, Zag Level 155 Mores, More, Rose, Some, Sore, Ore Bonus Morse, Omers, Mors, Omer, Ores, Rems, Roes, Roms, Ers, Rem, Res, Roe, Ser, Som Level 156 Pouch, Chop, Coup, Ouch, Cop, Cup, Hop Level 157 Snaps, Spans, Pans, Pass, Snap, Span, Nap, Pan, Sap, Spa Bonus Asps, Naps, Sans, Saps, Spas, Asp, Pas Level 158 Tonal, Alto, Loan, Ant, Lot, Not, Tan, Ton Bonus Notal, Talon, Tolan, Lota, Nota, Tola, Alt, Lat, Oat Level 159 Begin, Being, Binge, Beg, Big, Bin, Gin Bonus Bine, Gibe, Ben, Gen, Gib, Gie, Neb, Neg, Nib Level 160 Flats, Fast, Flat, Last, Salt, Aft, Fat Bonus Alts, Fats, Lats, Slat, Alt, Lat, Sal, Sat Kunci Jawaban Word Across Level 161 – 180 Level 161 Puree, Peer, Pure, Per, Rep, Rue Bonus Rupee, Pere, Pree, Ere, Ree Level 162 Amber, Bare, Beam, Bear, Mare, Are, Arm, Bar, Bra, Ear, Era, Mar Bonus Bream, Embar, Barm, Bema, Berm, Brae, Ream, Arb, Bam, Mae, Ram, Reb, Rem Level 163 Fumes, Fuse, Muse, Sue, Use, Sum Bonus Emus, Fems, Feus, Fume, Emu, Fem, Feu Level 164 Belts, Belt, Best, Bets, Lest, Lets, Let, Set, Bet Bonus Blest, Bels, Tels, Bel, Bes, Sel Level 165 Dough, Dog, Dug, Duo, God, Hog, Hug Bonus Hod, Oud Level 166 Deity, Diet, Edit, Tide, Tidy, Tied, Die, Dye, Tie, Yet Bonus Dite, Yeti, Dey, Dit, Ted Level 167 Crowd, Cord, Crow, Word, Cod, Cow, Rod, Row Bonus Cor, Doc, Dor, 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I Don’t Wanna Live Forever (We Do What We Do Part Two)

A/N: I need to learn to never say never, because I was certain I wasn’t going to do a part two to this, but then I heard this song and well, here we are. This one shot takes place two years after the events in Versace on the Floor, but you don’t have to read that one to understand this one.

She lives in England. He lives in the US. It could never work--could it? Rucas.

Rated: T

The song is “I Don’t Wanna Live Forever” by Zayn and Taylor Swift

Word Count: 9,093

The bar was dark, dingy, and smelled exactly like sewer water. It was a place no self-respecting human being would ever frequent—which is what made it perfect for him. He wasn’t self-respecting. He wasn’t anything. No, that’s not true. He was a man. He was a man who had the world at his feet, or so he thought, until everything got turned upside down.

He stared at the glass in his hands. He rarely drank, but over the last few weeks, he had grown more and more fond of the amber substance he swirled around the spotted glass. He was fairly certain that the glass hadn’t been washed before he was served his double, but he didn’t care. It didn’t matter. None of it mattered. Not anymore.

Why? Because two weeks ago the love of his life told him that they shouldn’t talk anymore.

But it was more complicated than that.

They met fifteen years ago in the most random way. It was as if it was the beginning of a fairytale or something. The subway screeched to a halt and the next thing he knew, he saw her stumble back. So, he reached for her. It was instinct more than anything.

In an instant, she ended up in his lap—safe and sound.

And that was the beginning of everything.

Lucas sighed before he brought the glass to his lips and downed the rest of the contents. Without a word, he slid the glass down to the middle-aged bartender at the opposite end of the bar. The guy looked up at Lucas who merely nodded.

Two weeks ago Lucas Friar stumbled into this God forsaken bar and everyone knew that he wouldn’t leave until he had drank himself into oblivion.

The bartender, who also happened to own the establishment, had tried to talk to him—tried to figure out why someone so young seemed to have the weight of the world on his shoulders. It became apparent early on that the stranger didn’t want to talk. He only came in there to drink.

The bartender refilled his glass before he slid it back down to the disheveled man. He was curious about his newest patron. Someone must have done a number on him.

Lucas placed his hands on either side of the glass. He knew he wouldn’t find the answers he needed at the bottom of this glass, but he wasn’t going to find them anywhere else either. She refused to talk to him. She tried to tell him that a clean break would be the best for both of them, and that maybe, after some time, they would figure out a way to become friends.

He scoffed. Friends. They were never just friends.

From the moment he caught her, there was always something more between them. He knew it. She knew it too.

They dated for a few months before her mother got that stupid job promotion and relocated her entire family to England.

Twelve years ago, Riley Matthews moved to England and took his heart with her, despite the fact that they both agreed to break up. They had to, they reasoned, it was the only way to ensure that they would remain friends.

That first year was torturous. Every day without her felt like ten years. The entire city changed for him. He didn’t see the world for its possibilities anymore. He didn’t see the good in everything wherever he went. He only saw the darkness. He saw the reality of the world he lived in, and the optimism he once held had been replaced with a cynicism that he never knew he possessed.

He worked several odd jobs that first year. He wanted a distraction, and as much as he loved his friends, being around them only reminded him of her. She was everywhere he went—like a ghost who refused to allow him a moment of peace. He was completely haunted by the memory of Riley Matthews. He slowly withdrew from the world he once knew. The only thing that kept him going was the prospect of saving enough money to go see her that summer.

When he stepped off the plane that sunny June day and saw her, every torturous second of the previous year melted away. When she hugged him, he knew that no amount of distance or time apart could ever change how he felt about her. He promised himself at that moment that he would do everything he could to make sure that one day, somehow, they would be together again—even if that meant moving to England and leaving his entire world behind.

Lucas gripped the glass. How naïve had he once been. Loving her completely blinded him to the reality that he refused to face.

That first trip to London was magical. He and Riley grew even closer after she moved. They talked constantly, and she became his best friend. Those first ten days in England felt like a dream. They had picked up exactly where they left off before she moved. Things weren’t awkward or weird—not even his last night there when they lost their virginity to one another.

He hadn’t planned it. How could he have? They weren’t together. They were only friends—or so he had fooled himself into believing. They told one another that because of the distance, they shouldn’t pressure themselves into being something they thought they should be. ‘We do what we do,’ she told him at the airport. Any number of things could happen in between visits, so it was easier to leave things as they were. They didn’t talk about it. They didn’t tell anyone else about it either, because they knew that no one would understand their rationale. Even he didn’t understand what it meant most of the time. All he knew for certain was that he wanted to wrap his arms around her every night for the rest of his life.

It was a pretty intense feeling for a seventeen year old, but hadn’t he suspected as much the previous four years? Eleven years later, and their relationship hadn’t changed at all. They were still best friends. They still made love every chance one of them got to visit the other. They made it a point to see one another at least once a year, twice if they were lucky. He tried everything he could think of in order to go to school in England—to be closer to her, but his parents couldn’t afford it, and the only scholarships he received were in the United States. Once he finished undergrad, he tried, once more, to apply to veterinary programs in England—all to no avail. He received another scholarship to study in the States—at Cornell, no less. He told himself that they had waited seven years—they could make it the last four.

Wrong.

One month before graduation, he got the phone call that he had hoped to never receive.

She couldn’t do it anymore. Her career was taking off in England and he was about to become a veterinarian. Their dreams were pulling them apart, and she couldn’t figure out how it could ever possibly work out. Though they had never told one another that they loved one another, he knew that she did. She had to have. How else would you explain the last decade? They barely dated other people, they were in constant contact, and they would have done anything just to see one another—like the time he broke several speed limits to drive from Ithaca to the city just to be with her for a few hours.

That time, she left without waking him up. He told himself it was because it was hard for them to say goodbye to one another, but what if it was because that was the night she realized that she didn’t love him? What if that was the moment she realized that they could never work?

Lucas lifted the glass to his lips. Well, the joke was on her. He had every intention of moving to England, come hell or high water, once he graduated.

He threw back the contents and didn’t even flinch as it slowly burned down his throat. There it was. He finally felt numb once again. He pulled out his wallet and sat the cash under the empty glass. He walked out of the bar as he headed back to his apartment.

//Been sitting eyes wide open behind these four walls, hoping you'd call It's just a cruel existence like there's no point hoping at all//

He threw his keys on the kitchen counter as he stumbled through his apartment. This was his new normal. This was what he had done every single night for the last two weeks. He stopped caring about everything. He was only a few weeks away from graduation, but even that did nothing to alleviate him from the constant shooting pain he felt in his chest. He was grateful that he finished up the last of his work before she called. Maybe one day he would thank her for being considerate enough to wait until after he finished school before crushing his heart into a million pieces.

The entire conversation happened because he told her that he had planned to go back to England with her after his ceremony. She was going to fly in to see him graduate and he wanted to spend the summer with her—or so he said. His plan was to spend that entire summer doing everything possible in order to make it work between them. He was going to figure out what he needed to do in order to become a licensed veterinarian in England and he was going to leave his entire world behind in order to be with her—because he thought that was what she wanted too, but was too scared to ask.

Apparently, that wasn’t at all what she wanted.

Apparently, she had planned to break it off face to face with him after his graduation. She tried to explain to him that they were too old to keep living in this fairytale world where somehow the distance between them didn’t mean anything. A lot of her friends were dating, getting married, some were even starting their own families and it made her realize that she needed more than what they were.

Lucas tried to get a word in, to tell her that if she could only wait this last month, that everything would change, but he couldn’t. It was as if a dam had burst inside of her and she couldn’t stop talking about it.

Maybe that was a result of avoiding the subject for the last eleven years?

He had planned to listen to her, and whenever she went to take a breath, he would swoop in and tell her that they could have it all too, if she would only give him a month, but before he could do any of that, she told him the one thing that would stop him.

She told him that she didn’t love him.

They hadn’t talked about how they felt toward one another, but he could have sworn that she loved him just as much as he loved her. He would have bet his life on it. He was prepared to turn his entire world upside down because he was certain that the only reason they weren’t together was because of the distance between them.

But he had nothing to back that theory up. She had never told him how she felt about him. Had it all been in his head? Had he wanted to believe it so much that he somehow convinced himself that she loved him? What about all the times they gave themselves to one another? What about all of the tender caresses, passionate kisses, heated exchanges they had? Was none of it real?

Lucas flopped down on the couch before he ran a hand through his unkempt hair. It was real for him. Every moment was seared into his brain. No amount of alcohol would ever be able to erase the memories of the way she smiled whenever she would see him, the feel of her skin against his fingertips, the way she gasped every time their souls connected, the way his skin tingled every time her lips touched any part of him, but above all else, he knew he would never forget how alive he felt by the sheer knowledge that Riley Matthews was in his life.

He kicked the coffee table before he buried his head in his hands. Had he just been fooling himself for the last fifteen years?

//Baby, baby, I feel crazy Up all night, all night and every day Give me something, oh, but you say nothing What is happening to me?//

As soon as he closed his eyes, his mind replayed their entire relationship. It was an automatic thing that happened now. It was one reason he had been drinking himself into oblivion. If he passed out, then he wouldn’t remember the tortuous walk down memory lane the next morning.

His eyes snapped open just as she kissed him on their first date.

What was he supposed to do now? How was he supposed to walk around this earth knowing that she was out there somewhere—probably with someone who didn’t realize how incredible she really was? How was he supposed to move on from someone he had spent half of his life loving and building a future with? How was he supposed to graduate, become the one thing he had dreamt about for most of his life and not have the woman of his dreams by his side? It was all for nothing. None of it meant anything.

That first year she was gone had filled his world with a darkness he had never known before, but now, two weeks after she shattered his heart into a million pieces, he wished for that darkness. It was better than this empty void he lived in now. It was better than dissecting every fragment of their non-relationship relationship in order to figure out why he wasn’t good enough for her to love.

//I don't wanna live forever, 'cause I know I'll be living in vain And I don't wanna fit wherever I just wanna keep calling your name until you come back home//

“Because you were never good enough for her,” he said out loud in the dark apartment. “And you knew that. You knew that one day she would wake up and realize that she could do a lot better than some guy who never told her how he really felt about her because he was scared he’d lose her.” He scoffed as he sat back in his seat. “Look at you now,” he mumbled. “You lost her anyway.”

He shook his head as he pulled out his cell phone. He wasn’t even sure why he was doing this. He knew that she hadn’t called, but just like every other night the last two weeks, he had to make sure because some small part of him, the part that had been forever changed by her, held onto the hope that she would wake up one day and realize just how perfect they were for one another, and that they were worth the fight. That they were worth every lonely night, every goodbye, every silent promise of tomorrow. They were worth it. He knew it. How could she not see it too?

He didn’t have any missed calls, but he did receive a few text messages. He quickly clicked on the bubble icon as hope began to swirl inside of him. Had she texted him? His hope quickly faded when he saw who they were from. He had two messages: one from Maya and one from Zay. Both asked the same question: ‘Are you ok?’

Lucas tossed the phone on his coffee table without responding to them. He didn’t have to. They already knew the answer to that question. He wasn’t ok. He would never be ok. No, they didn’t know how close he and Riley had gotten over the last several years, so they didn’t know that she completely shattered his heart two weeks ago, but they had to suspect something. Neither of them had asked him that question since Riley first left the States with her family. To get messages from both of them asking the same thing mere minutes apart told him all he needed to know: either they knew exactly what he and Riley had been doing for the last several years or they at least suspected it.

He didn’t want to talk about it. He was drinking himself into oblivion to try to get a few minutes of relief from thinking about her. Maya and Zay were both reminders of her, even though he knew Zay long before he ever met her. That didn’t matter though. His life began the day he met her. Everything before that seemed like another lifetime.

Only now, it felt like the world he had lived in for the last fifteen years was another lifetime ago. Now he was immersed in a land of bittersweet memories of the one woman he wanted, the woman who didn’t want him.

//I just wanna keep calling your name until you come back home//

It was real, wasn’t it? It had to be real. Every time they were together, he tried to show her how much he loved her, how it wasn’t just a physical thing with her. He had only gone out on dates with a handful of other girls, and it was always to placate one of his friends who insisted that he move on with his life since Riley was an ocean away. None of those girls were Riley. While all nice in their own way, they simply couldn’t compare to her. He had tasted heaven with her—anything else would pale in comparison.

So, was he now destined to wander the earth alone? Was he destined to cling onto the hope that maybe, just maybe, one day she will call him? Were they ever going to be friends again? Yes, he lost his lover two weeks ago, but more than that, he lost his best friend. She was his biggest support system. She always believed in him. She always knew that he could become anyone he wanted to be.

He only wanted to be hers.

He kicked off his shoes as he curled up on the couch. He hadn’t slept in his bed since that phone call. Every time he walked into that room, he was plagued with memories of them tangled up in his sheets. He was convinced that the room was haunted by the memory of her. Every time he opened the door, he could hear her laughter from the time he banged his knee against his dresser as he carried her to his bed after he picked her up from the airport. She told him that she was sorry for laughing about it, but loved that he had picked up some of her clumsiness.

Then there was the time that one morning, while he was in the shower, she had written him a message on the fogged up mirror. Ever since that phone call, he took cold showers. He couldn’t bear to clean the mirror and wipe away that trace of her, but at the same time, he knew that he wouldn’t be able to handle seeing the ‘You’re going to be in so much trouble if you used up all the hot water‘ message she left behind. He thought he hadn’t, but she had only been in the shower a few minutes before the water ran cold. When she came out of the bathroom shivering head to toe, with a scowl plastered on her gorgeous face, he suggested that they shower together the next time, to ensure that they both would get a hot shower.

She agreed, but told him that did nothing to help warm her up this time.

Lucas proceeded to spend the next hour making sure that she wouldn’t get hypothermia from the lack of hot water.

“Stupid bedroom. Stupid bathroom,” he muttered as he slowly closed his eyes. He knew that the alcohol was beginning to do exactly what he had hoped it would. In a few minutes, he would be out cold—and he would be completely numb to the realization that Riley Matthews had willingly walked out of his life.

//I just wanna keep calling your name until you come back home//

As her alarm clock blared at her, Riley only stared at it. It was Saturday. It was the weekend, and she could sleep in if she wanted to, but she set the alarm anyway. She wasn’t sure why. It wasn’t like she had slept much at all over the last few weeks.

How could she? She lied to the one person she swore she’d never lie to.

Why did she do it?

Because she was scared.

Two years ago in a hotel room in New York, she heard him tell her that he loved her for the first time. He was asleep, but for Riley, it still counted as an admission. Ever since that moment, she found herself constantly thinking about that entire evening. When she did, she always ended up replaying their entire relationship: from the moment she first saw him on that crowded subway to the last time she saw him—when he came to England during his spring break a few months ago.

Every goodbye had gotten harder and harder. It became more and more difficult to leave him and, in that instance, to watch him leave. She thought it would get easier. She thought that as the years went on, she would get used to the fact that they barely saw one another, but twelve years later, and she could barely form the words anymore.

She was drowning in memories; in the fact that there was no way this could possibly end well for them. He was about to become a veterinarian. She had already established herself at the fashion magazine she worked for in London. Their entire lives were an ocean away from one another. They hadn’t come any closer to a resolution for their distance than they had when she first moved. They were both creating roots over three thousand miles away from one another.

It was never going to work.

So, she decided to wait until she saw him. She decided to wait until after his graduation. It was a conversation she knew they had to have face to face, even though she knew it would take every ounce of strength she had to break off whatever they had become to one another.

Then he called her. Then, he told her that he wanted to spend the entire summer with her in England.

Her heart raced at the thought. An entire three months with him sounded heavenly, but she couldn’t help but to ask herself what would come after that? He would have to go back to the States. She would be forced to endure another goodbye. The thought of it made her stomach turn. She couldn’t do it anymore. “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she told him.

She could practically feel him frowning on the other end of the phone. She couldn’t keep up this charade. She cared about him so much, more than she ever thought she could care about anyone, but this wasn’t normal. They were getting older. She was watching everyone in her world find love, get married, and start families of their own. She wanted that. She wanted to be with someone that she would be able to see more often than a few days a year. She wanted to live in the same time zone with the person she was with. She wanted to be able to tell people that she had a boyfriend and that they were in love instead of shying away from the question whenever someone asked her. They always said that they did what they did. They didn’t have to give into the perceived rules of a relationship, but Riley realized that was exactly what she wanted. She wanted to be with someone and not have to say goodbye.

After a long pause, he finally asked her what she meant by that.

He had his entire life ahead of him. He was about to begin what she knew would be a prestigious career as a vet in the states. She knew she couldn’t tell him that it was because he lived an ocean away. She couldn’t tell him that it was nearly impossible to say goodbye to him now. She couldn’t tell him that she had been desperately in love with him for over a decade.

Because they weren’t in a relationship.

It was the first rule they had. Whatever they were was not a relationship. They thought it would make everything easier and less complicated. They were friends—best friends—and whenever they were able to see each other, they wouldn’t think about what they could or couldn’t do. They simply did what they wanted to. Lucas was free to date whoever he wanted to, just as Riley was free to do the same.

But didn’t she hear him confess his feelings for her in his sleep a few years ago?

That was just it. He was asleep, and it was right after they had sex. For all Riley knew, he was dreaming about some alternate reality where the space wasn’t an issue.

That reality wasn’t their reality.

Their reality consisted of an insurmountable foe.

But she couldn’t tell him all of that. It wouldn’t be fair to him to put that kind of pressure on him, so she told him that it was time to move on from their juvenile escapades, that it was fun while it lasted, but they were both getting older and she wanted something real.

It was the worst phone conversation of her life. She didn’t want to fight with him, so she began to spout fictitious reasons why they had to end things. She told him that her feelings for him were only physical and that now that her career had taken off, she wanted to focus her attention more on dating and finding someone to settle down with. She must have rambled on for twenty minutes before she stopped.

Her heart stopped when he told her that he understood and that he only ever wanted her to be happy. He told her that he hoped that she would still come to his graduation, but understood if she decided not to.

She told him that there was nothing he could do to stop her from seeing him become Dr. Friar.

She kept it together until they hung up. Then, she slowly sunk to the floor in the middle of her flat. She curled up into a ball and sobbed for several hours. Never in her life had she felt so much pain. It was a thousand times worse than when she found out she was moving to England with her family. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t comprehend her world without Lucas in it. Even though they hadn’t lived in the same continent for over a decade, he was a constant presence in her life. He had become everything to her, but now, she was forced to face a future without him.

//I'm sitting eyes wide open and I got one thing stuck in my mind Wondering if I dodged a bullet or just lost the love of my life//

Two weeks later and she still couldn’t figure out how she ended up here: alone on a Saturday morning staring at her alarm clock as it blared at her.

After several minutes, she finally turned off the device before she rolled over and gazed at the bustling London streets. So many people seemed to be so happy as they walked along the sidewalks. Couples held hands. Kids laughed as they skipped along with their parents. As Riley watched the beauty of the city she had come to call her home for nearly half her life, she realized that it felt foreign to her now. She knew London just as well as she knew New York, maybe even more so, but everything seemed so different now.

She slowly climbed out of bed as she walked toward the window. She lived on the fifth floor of an apartment building in Chelsea. The views were the primary reason she bought the flat in the first place. She was far enough away from her parents where they didn’t meddle in her life, but close enough that whenever she desperately needed a taste of home, she could stop by.

As she stared out the window, she couldn’t believe how much everything had changed. She had kept herself so busy over the last few weeks. She had events every night and overloaded herself with work during the day so she wouldn’t have to stop, even for a moment, and think about what she had done and what it had cost her.

Tears filled the brunette’s eyes. Everything that surrounded her felt haunted by him.

//Baby, baby, I feel crazy Up all night, all night and every day I gave you something, but you gave me nothing What is happening to me?//

She remembered the first time he saw the apartment. As soon as she closed the door, he let out a low whistle. He knew her place would be nice, but he had no idea just how well she was doing at the magazine. Riley, never one to gloat, told him that she was doing ‘ok’. He chuckled as he gazed at the chandelier in her dining room. Clearly, she was doing more than just ‘ok’.

As he wandered around her spacious apartment, she chewed on her bottom lip. She wasn’t sure why, but she was nervous that he wouldn’t like it. Why should she be nervous about that? It wasn’t like it was his apartment. He would only be there for two weeks. She followed him into the bathroom as he examined her waterfall showerhead.

“Do you need to take a shower,” she asked him as she tiled her head to the side. “I know it was a long fight and I’m sure you’re a little jet lagged.”

He turned on the water and watched as the water poured down from the showerhead. He smiled as her turned to face her. “Yeah,” he answered as he began to unbutton his shirt, “but this shower seems a little tricky. Maybe you should help me figure out how to balance the water temperature?”

Her eyes raked over his chest as he slid his shirt down. “Y-Y-Yeah,” she stammered as she felt her throat run dry, “It can get a little…tricky.”

“Oh yeah,” he asked as he closed the space between them. “You know,” he began as he tugged her shirt over her head, “I think we should both get a shower and maybe a nap or something before we go out tonight?”

“Or something,” she murmured before she pressed her lips to his.

//I don't wanna live forever, 'cause I know I'll be living in vain And I don't wanna fit (fit, babe) wherever (wherever) I just wanna keep calling your name until you come back home//

Riley wrapped her arms around herself as she left the bathroom. Haunted. She hadn’t noticed it before because she made sure she didn’t give herself a moment to think about everything, but even her bathroom felt haunted by him.

As she sat down on her couch, she ran a hand through her tangled hair. She had done what she needed to do. She knew that she couldn’t keep giving him piece after piece of her heart if it was never going to lead anywhere.

It would have never worked out. They would’ve stayed stuck in the same cycle until one of them eventually broke it. She might as well have been the one to do it. Could they ever go back to being just friends? Was that even possible after everything they had been through the last fifteen years?

Were they ever just friends?

What if—what if he really did love her? What if she made the biggest mistake in her life by ending it all?

No. Because even if he felt the same way about her, and she wasn’t even sure of that, then what about the space between them? Her life was there. Her career was there. Her family was there. Her friends, aside from the ones she shared with him, were there. His family was in the States. His veterinarian license would give him the ability to practice in the US. His friends were in the States. His whole life was about to begin, and it belonged across the Atlantic.

//I just wanna keep calling your name until you come back home//

Riley clasped her hands together as she looked around the place she had called home for the last three years. That was when it hit her. She never gave him a chance to say anything. She had made the decision to end it. At the time she thought it was because he hadn’t thought that far ahead, but that wasn’t who he was at all. Lucas Friar knew who he wanted to be when he was thirteen years old. His dream never wavered, and he fought like hell to make sure that dream became a reality. He wasn’t the type of guy to just ‘waste his time’ with something.

And Riley knew that he hadn’t dated many girls. Maya told her as much a few years ago when she was trying to pump Riley for any information on the subject. Lucas wasn’t like other guys. Sure, he enjoyed sex and she was fairly certain that if it were up to him, most of their visits would be spent entirely in bed, but he was never one to waste time with anyone—even her, especially her.

Maybe she had it all wrong? Maybe, just maybe, he felt the same way she did? Maybe he wanted to spend the summer with her so that they could try to figure out their next move? Maybe…maybe he meant what he said that night in New York? Maybe he really did love her?

If she were being honest with herself, she knew that most of the time they had sex, it felt a lot like love. Sometimes they would look at one another and it felt like she could see her entire future with him in his eyes. She tried to tell herself that it was only because that was what she wanted to see, but maybe it wasn’t? Maybe he felt it too?

After all, she wasn’t the only one who had to constantly face the unbearable loneliness that came with their “understanding”. If their non-relationship relationship had truly been a casual thing, wouldn’t he try to fill the void when they weren’t together? He was definitely the most attractive guy Riley had ever met and she knew that she wasn’t the only one who thought so. She gathered as much when she brought him to her office one day. She could practically feel half of the women, and a few of the guys, mentally undress him as she introduced him.

That was the first and last time she ever brought him around her co-workers.

But why? If it was all some casual thing, then why did they fight so hard to have a few stolen days with one another every year?

She wasn’t sure, but she had to find out.

//I just wanna keep calling your name until you come back home//

What was she doing? Was this another dream or was this actually happening? She was never impulsive, at least when it came to anything like this. She had guarded her heart so carefully for the last fifteen years, or so she thought. She had to know though. She knew that it would be more practical to wait another two weeks, but this was too important and she wasn’t sure with all of his family and friends around if she would really be able to get a chance to ask him everything she needed to. She wasn’t sure she’d be able to tell him everything she wanted to. She was certain that given two weeks, she’d talk herself out of it.

It had only been two hours and she was already trying to convince herself to leave, to go back home, crawl into bed and sleep for the rest of the weekend.

But, she couldn’t. She had to know. She knew she wouldn’t have a moment of peace until she knew for certain where she stood with him before she ended it. She had to know if it was ever real for him. She had to know that if it weren’t for that cruel twist of fate that maybe, just maybe, they were meant to be together.

//I've been looking sad in all the nicest places Baby, baby, I feel crazy//

As the sun peeked through his blinds and hit his face, Lucas groaned. Was it morning already? He slowly opened his eyes. Another night on his couch. Another night at that flea infested bar. He reached for his phone. No missed calls. No new text messages. And another night without hearing from her.

He slowly sat up. Well, he had one thing going for him. He wasn’t hung over. It was a small victory, but a victory nonetheless. He scratched his jaw. He had never let his facial hair get this long, and knew that he should shave it off eventually, but he didn’t have the energy to do it, despite the fact that it constantly itched.

He wandered into the kitchen as he began to brew a pot of coffee. He wasn’t sure what the day would hold for him, but he knew he had to force himself to face the demon in the bathroom and take a shower. He had felt a little lonely in Ithaca the last few years, but he was never more grateful to be away from his friends and family the last two weeks. He knew he looked rough. He knew that they would all be heartbroken at the sight of him. The worst part was that he didn’t care how he looked or what effect it would have on anyone. He felt completely lost in this new world and for once in his life; he was determined to wallow—even if it was just for a little while longer.

//I see you around in all these empty faces Up all night, all night and every day//

She fidgeted during the whole trip. She was never this spontaneous, but there was no way that she could ever move on from everything if she didn’t get the answers she wanted. She could have called him and demanded to hear his side of everything since she didn’t give him a chance to, but that wasn’t what she wanted. She never wanted to do that over the phone to begin with. It meant more to her than that, and even if she found him in bed with someone else or if he slammed the door in her face, at least then she would have her answer. She could return to her life and begin to pick up the pieces again, but either way, she had to know. She had to get that closure.

//I've been looking sad in all the nicest places Give me something, oh, but you say nothing//

He was exhausted. He never thought taking a shower would completely drain him, but considering the fact he had done very little besides drink in the last two weeks, it made sense. He threw on a white t-shirt and jeans before he closed his bedroom door once more. He didn’t want to be in there any longer than was absolutely necessary.

Thank God his lease was up in a month.

But what was next for him? He could go anywhere he wanted to. He would finally be done with school and wouldn’t be forced to live somewhere just because that was where he was being educated. The entire world was his oyster.

Only, it wasn’t.

The place he had planned to go was off the table. She made sure of that. He had been so certain that she felt the same way he did, but what she said—how easy it was for her to end things between them—had proved otherwise.

God, sometimes she would look at him and he could have sworn that she felt everything he was feeling when they were together.

How could he have been so wrong?

//Now I'm in a cab, I tell 'em where your place is What is happening to me?//

This was insane. She was certifiably insane. She had no idea if he would even be home, but here she was, on the way to see him. Her heart pounded so hard that she could have sworn that the driver heard it. Everything she had planned to say to him was forgotten in the fifteen-minute ride to his apartment. The only thing she could focus on was her own erratic breathing. For most of the ride, she was trying not to pass out. She knew that he could destroy her with a single look, but she knew that if she didn’t confront him that she would regret it for that rest of her life. She had to do this. She had to know for once and for all if it was real.

When she reached his door, she realized that her whole body was shaking. She closed her eyes as she quickly knocked on the door before she could second-guess this entire catastrophe. She only hoped that he was actually home. She couldn’t imagine ever getting up the nerve to do this again.

She held her breath when she heard him unlock the door. She took a step back as he opened it.

She wasn’t sure what to expect when she saw him, but she wasn’t expecting this. Tears filled her eyes as she took in his appearance. Maybe to other people he would seem ok—in desperate need of a shave, but other than that, he would appear to be fine, but she knew otherwise. She noticed the bags under his eyes, how his normally perfectly styled hair now seemed completely unruly, and how he hadn’t shaven his face in at least two weeks. She swallowed. “Hi.”

//I don't wanna live forever, 'cause I know I'll be living in vain And I don't wanna fit wherever I just wanna keep calling your name until you come back home//

The first thing she noticed when she stepped inside was how dark his apartment now seemed. The last time she had been there, it felt so warm, so inviting, but now, it seemed the exact opposite. She noticed that his coffee table had been pushed to the side and he had a pile of clothes in a chair in the corner of the room.

“What are you doing here?” He cringed at the sound of his own cold tone. He didn’t want to be that way with her. He never thought it would even be possible to be so cold to her, but he couldn’t help it. Standing in front of him was the one woman he had been in love with—the same one who told him that she didn’t have those feelings for him.

She slowly turned to face him as she lightly drummed her fingers against his kitchen counter. She watched as he went into the small kitchen. He returned a moment later and handed her a bottle of water.

“Thanks,” she murmured as she sat the bottle on the counter. “I came…” she took a deep breath, “I came to talk.”

He knit his eyebrows together as he placed his hands on his hips. “Talk? About what? I thought you said it all a few weeks ago.”

She bit her bottom lip as she desperately tried to remember the speech she had spent the entire flight composing in her mind. When none of it came back to her, she felt her heart quicken its already rapid pace. “Was it real?”

“Excuse me?”

She swallowed. “Do you…do you remember when you came to New York a few years ago…I was at that ball...”

He nodded.

“That night…as I was getting my stuff together for my flight…you were asleep…and you said…something…and…and I’ve been thinking about it for the last two years, and…I need to know if what you said was true or not.”

“It depends.” He crossed his arms. “What did I say?” He didn’t remember saying anything in his sleep that night. They didn’t say much of anything the entire time they were together. It must have been something crazy for her to have thought about it for the last two years.

She looked into his eyes for a long moment as she tried to get a read on where his mind was. He had been cold to her, but she knew she deserved that. Still, part of her hoped that maybe it was because he was hurting just as much as she was—that it had been real between them. “You said…you said that you loved me.”

//I just wanna keep calling your name until you come back home//

He was silent as he walked into the other room and sat down on the couch. Riley took his lead and followed him into the small living room. She slowly sat down on the other end of the couch. This was it. This was why she had flown across the ocean to see him. She had to know.

“I said that?”

She nodded.

“What does it matter, Riley? It doesn’t change what happened between us.”

She took a shaky breath. “It changes everything. I came here to ask you if you meant that and I’m not leaving until you tell me.” When he looked away from her, she inched closer to him. “Come on, Lucas. Please. We’ve known each other for fifteen years. You can tell me anything.”

He quickly turned back to her. “Can I? Because two weeks ago, it felt like I didn’t have much of a choice in anything you were saying.”

She closed her eyes. “Please,” she pleaded as the first few tears finally slipped from her eyes.

He felt a pang in his chest at the sight of her crying. He hated to see her cry. He hated it even more knowing that he was the reason for it. “Yes,” he finally confessed. “I meant it.” When he saw her open her eyes, he continued, “Riley, I’ve been in love with you for almost as long as I’ve known you. Moving to England didn’t change anything for me. I thought…I thought that breaking up was for the best. We were so young…I knew that it was impossible, but…I never stopped loving you.”

“It was real.”

He nodded. “To me, it was real.”

//I just wanna keep calling your name until you come back home//

It was real. What she felt for half of her life had been real. Every touch, every whisper, every kiss had meant something to him. Her mind raced as she recalled every interaction they had ever had from the moment they met. All of it was real. “Lucas?”

“Yeah?”

She tried to wipe the tears from her eyes, but as soon as she did, more slid down her cheeks. “It was real for me too. When I told you that I didn’t care, I lied. I lied because I thought that this would be impossible.”

He frowned. “Impossible?”

She nodded. “You’re here. You have a life here. You’re about to graduate and make all of your dreams come true, and I’m…I’m in England. My job is there. My family is there. I’ve tried for so long to try to figure out a way for us to be in the same time zone, and it’s never worked out. I wanted to go to college in the states, but I got into Central Saint Martins and knew I had to go. I told myself once I graduated that I would move back, but then the offer came from British Vogue.” She took a shaky breath. “God, if I had known that you…that you loved me…I wouldn’t have stayed.”

//I just wanna keep calling your name until you come back home//

He had to be dreaming. It was the only thing that made sense. She couldn’t be on his couch professing her love for him. Because she didn’t love him. This wasn’t real. She wasn’t there. She was in England living her life while he remained a permanent resident in Rileytown. There was no way that she was telling him the one thing he had dreamt about for years. He leaned in closer to her to help her wipe the tears from her eyes. As soon as he felt her cheeks, he realized that this wasn’t another bittersweet dream. This was real. She was actually here, on his couch, telling him that if she had known how he felt, she would have left her entire world behind—for him. “The reason I wanted to spend this summer in England was so I could figure out what I needed to do in order to get licensed over there.”

She sniffed. “What?”

He smiled at her sadly. “I was planning on moving to England…to be closer to you…to convince you that…that we were meant to be.”

She closed her eyes as she felt another wave of tears flood her senses. He was going to move to London to be with her? He was going to leave his entire world behind just to be with her? “I love you,” she breathed.

“What?” His heart slammed into his chest. Did she just say what he had hoped she would for the last decade and a half?

She opened her eyes. “I love you, Lucas Friar. There’s never been anyone else for me. There will never be anyone else for me. You’re the only…you’re the only one for me.” She reached for his hand. As she interlaced her fingers with his, she continued, “Anywhere you are, is where I want to be. Everything else…we can figure it out…please…please tell me I’m not too late.”

//I just wanna keep calling your name until you come back home//

“You love me?” He had to hear it again. He had to hear it a thousand more times. He had to hear it in every known language. If it came from her lips, he had to hear it again.

“I. Love. Y—“ She never finished the last word as he closed the space between them in order to capture her lips with his own. He could feel her tears stain his cheeks as his lips moved against hers, but he didn’t care. He had waited half of his life to hear Riley Matthews declare her love for him, and even though she had only said it seconds ago, he couldn’t wait to hear it again and again—every single day for the rest of his life.

Riley wrapped her arms around his neck as he pulled her onto his lap. When she pulled back to catch her breath, Lucas slid his lips down to her neck. Riley leaned her head back to give him more access as she ran her fingers through his hair. “We really need to,” she took a shaky breath, “We need to figure this out.”

“What do we need to figure out,” he asked as he placed soft kisses along the column of her throat. “You love me. I love you.”

“I can’t say goodbye again.” She swallowed as she watched him slowly pull away from her. She half expected him to nudge her off of his lap, but instead, he wrapped his arms around her waist as he held her in place.

“I can’t either.” He looked around the room. “Why don’t I go back with you? I was planning on spending the summer…forever…in England. What’s an extra two weeks?”

“You have graduation in two weeks,” she pointed out, “And after all of that work, you’re definitely walking.” She gave him a small smile. “How about this? I stay here with you until graduation and then we…figure it out together.”

“Figure out what?”

“The perfect place to start our lives.”

He shook his head. “Your career is in London. Your family. Your friends.”

“I have family here too. I have friends here. As far as my career is concerned…they’ll work with me. Vogue has a New York office. They know that I’m good at my job, and…if they aren’t willing to budge, then I can use my contacts to get a job at another publication.” She placed a soft kiss on his lips. “Jobs come and go, but there is only one Lucas Friar.”

“Riley, are you sure? I can move to London and—“

She placed a finger to his lips to silence him. “I’m pretty sure you’d have to start from scratch as far as getting your veterinary license in England, and while it’s…incredible that you’re willing to leave everything to be with me…I want us to be somewhere we both love. Somewhere that we both can thrive. Somewhere that’s Lucas and Riley—not just Riley…not just Lucas.”

“New York?”

She nodded. “What do you think?”

“As long as you aren’t sacrificing your life for me, then I think it’s perfect.”

“I’m not sacrificing anything,” she insisted. “I’ll miss my family, but…they’re the ones who made the decision to move fifteen years ago. They made their choice. Now, it’s time for me to make mine.”

He held his breath. “And?”

“I never want an ocean to come between us again.”

“It won’t,” he assured her. “No matter what happens next, we’re facing it together…as boyfriend and girlfriend.”

Riley raised her eyebrows. “Boyfriend and girlfriend, huh?”

He grinned. “For starters.”

//I just wanna keep calling your name until you come back home Until you come back home//

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