#had this quick kinda deep lil chat with this guy right before closing and it weirdly made my day

[mer-se]

people are so cute sometimes.

[heyheyloki]

First Year Feels

Summary: Tsukishima can’t help but notice his attraction to Ushijima’s younger brother.

Tsukishima x M!Reader

Requested? Yes.

Word Count: 3251

“Huh?” You muttered, the book you were reading coming onto your chest as you made eye-contact with your older brother. “You want me to come to the training camp? Why?”

Your brother remained quiet for a moment. “The others want you there.”

“Others?” You cocked a brow up. “You mean Tendo?”

“Yeah.” Wakatoshi bluntly put. “But I thought you could help too.”

“Help?” You questioned. “How so?”

“Bring the team’s spirits up.” He replied, the words making a soft smile stretch across your lips. 

“Sure thing.” You hummed as you went back to your book. “I might be a bit late though.”

You were luck that you said that yesterday because you were, indeed, late to show up when your brother told you too. It wasn’t your fault that your body required a few more hours of sleep. 

Unlike your older brother by only a year, you didn’t play volleyball. You liked the sport, you loved it. You just had no intention to play it like Wakatoshi. Since you went to the same school as your brother thanks to passing the entrance exam, you helped out his team whenever you could. At first, they all thought your brother and you were close friends so it came as a shock to them all when they found out you two were related. Sure, you shared the same surname, but you looked quite different. 

You were a bit shorter than your brother, maybe by a few inched. You didn’t really know, you haven’t checked in a while. You also had a completely different personality from him. It was like he was a calm, stoic and cool guy while you were a complete snotty brat at times. Perhaps it was cause you were the younger one, hence the youngest in the family, but you didn’t think to hard on it. It helped you get along with a lot of amazing people, especially on your brother’s team, so you didn’t complain much. Though, a lot of people found the difference slightly disturbing at times.

You let out a few deep breaths to catch your breath before sliding open to door to the gym, all eyes immediately locking onto you as you entered with a plain white tee under a Shiratorizawa jersey. Even though you weren’t part of the team, the guys on your brother’s team got you one for your birthday last year to wear at times like these. 

“Ah, [Name]’s here.” Wakatoshi muttered to himself, watching as Tendo ran up to you with wide arms. 

“[Name]!” He shouted before embracing his favorite Ushijima brother. “Did you come to cheer lil ol’ me on? Well, did ya?”

You let out a soft chuckle as your rolled your eyes. You patted your hand on Tendo’s back to tell him to let you go already as you sarcastically stated, “Yes, Tendo, you and only you.”

“Would it kill ya to make it sound genuine?” Tendo whined as he removed himself from you, but kept an arm around your shoulders. 

“I will when I mean it.” You cracked a smile as you watched the red-heads face turn into a scowl. It didn’t take long for the others to huddle around you. They smothered you with friendly-love and thanks for coming to support them. To give them some spirit as they played, even if it wasn’t an official match. 

Though, Wakatoshi never greeted you like the others, instead his eyes somehow traveled to a first year, one first year he knew. He didn’t know him well, after all, all they played was one game against each other. Though, it was the game that cost Wakatoshi nationals. Along the sea of souls that all stared at his younger brother, he saw a pair of eyes that were different from the others. It was more direct, more searching than the others. Tsukishima Kei, a middle blocker on Karasuno’s volleyball team. 

It wasn’t the first time Wakatoshi had seen that look thrown at his brother before, and he knew it wouldn’t be the last. But, even with his calm and cool personality, there was no way in hell he’d ever let a guy like him made a move on his younger brother. 

After greeting everyone and introducing yourself to the unknown people that came to this camp, you sat next to your brother’s couch and watched the practice match go underway. 

You would always have your eyes on your brother, and from time to time maybe Tendo or Goshiki. After all, they were very interesting players to watch on the court. You never really payed attention to the other time, like, at all. Perhaps, though, there is a first for everything.

For some reason beyond you, you couldn’t take your eyes off of a certain blond, but then again he was playing harder than anyone else on the court. Which, didn’t come as a surprise to you since remembered him from the Spring Nationals. He was a middle blocker, the middle blocker that completely made your brother start to sweat during a game. You couldn’t remember his name, sadly, but in a way it sorta made it better. In your mind, the first thing that popped in your head was a way to talk to him. An excuse by asking for his name and then rolling with conversation from there. 

It wasn’t much of a surprise to you when Shiratorizawa won against the camp kids, but it was a surprise to see a little ginger haired kid running around to clean and pack the volleyballs up. You knew him as well, he was also on Karasuno, though, you thought with his abilities he would be playing instead of cleaning up. It didn’t take long for you to decide to walk over to him. It wasn’t like you had much to do anyway, plus, it would be better to learn about the blond from a team member.

Hinata kept his eyes locked on a stray ball in front of him, his main focus to grab it and put it away. That focus making him miss the very obvious male walking towards him until an unknown hand gripped the ball with a single hand. The ginger looked up with slightly parted lips, studying the male in front of him. He saw him earlier this morning and thought he was a new recruit, a first-year like him, for Shiratorizawa.

“Want some help?” You asked with a friendly smile, watching as the shorty in front of you looked almost cautious of you for a second. Though, you knew that would happen.

“Why?” He questioned.

You shrugged. “Look like you need it. Plus, it beats listening to Tendo talk crazy.”

“But you’re on Shiratorizawa, no?”

You shook your head. “I go to the school, but I’m not in the Volleyball club.”

Hinta cocked up a brow, his head leaning in with suspicion. “Then why are you wearing their jersey?”

“Cause my older brother is on the team.” You hummed without a care as you began to walk away. 

Hinata was close on your tail as he bombarded you with questions about your brother. When you told him who it was, he definitely freaked out. He was truly clueless. As the two of you chatted and cleaned up the gym, you got to know him as Shoyo Hinata while you greeted him as [Name] Ushijima. You had this idea that the two of you would chat for a bit longer, but sadly, today wouldn’t be that day. 

You turned your attention to your brother when his deep pitched voice called your name and said that dinner was being given out now. 

“Sorry, I have to go.” You said kindly to the shorter male. “I’ll help you out tomorrow too, if you don’t mind.”

“No! Of course not!” He yelled with a wide, bright smile that made a soft one magically appear on yours. Honestly, you just wanted info on the blond from before, but Hinata seemed like a pretty cool guy in your book, so you thought it would be nice to hang with him to kill your boredom. 

“Cool,��� you hummed. “See ya!”

You watched Hinata waved you off from the corners of your eyes as you jogged up to your brother. When you reached him, he stood still for a moment, eyes locked inside the gym before turning to you with a gentle, yet small smile. 

“You enjoying yourself?” Your brother asked as you two began to walk, following the scent of well-made tasty food that filled the chilly night air. 

“Yeah, it’s not as bad as I thought it was gonna be.” You replied with a smile, your hands digging in your pockets. For some reason, your mind began to bug you at the worst times. In the back of your mind, you wanted to see if your brother knew the blond’s name. And yet, at the same time, you knew you’d blow your chance to talk with him if you did. 

When you came around to the cafeteria, everyone was mingling and eating casually with one another. It was a complete 180 in atmospheric change from the court to here. Here, everyone seemed like themselves. Though, you did notice a few missing faces. Some were still practicing, but you thought the others already went to bed after a tiring day. 

You separated from Wakatoshi quickly after entering to get some food. You didn’t pay much attention to those in front of you, though, when you felt a presence suddenly come from behind, you moved your head around curiously. You thought maybe you could bring up some conversation with the person, maybe make a friend if you didn’t know them already. What you didn’t expect for the person to the blond you were eyeing on the court. Seriously, sometimes you had the worst luck.

“Oh, it’s you.” You hummed out without thought, your fingers twitching subtly when you noticed the words leaving your lips. Though, the damage was already done and now, in that moment, you had the full attention of one of Karasuno’s middle blockers. 

“Huh?” He mouthed. His eyes having to move down a tad to make eye-contact with you. “Oh, Shiratorizawa, right?”

You nodded. “I’m not on the team though, I’m only here to support my brother, really.”

You didn’t know why you said that. It just came out like word vomit. Honestly, you just didn’t want him to think of you as a enemy in a way. Or perhaps even that was a stretch. 

“Brother?” He asked curiously. 

You nodded once more before turning your gaze over to Wakatoshi who was, thankfully, distracted by Tendo’s ramblings. “Wakatoshi Ushijima.”

“Seriously?” You heard the blond ask to himself in a deflated tone. It was kinda funny in it’s own way, but you didn’t want to come off as rude, so you were quick to swallow that chuckle.

“I’m [Name] Ushijima, second-year at Shiratorizawa Academy.” You said with a friendly smile. “How about you?”

The blond went silent for a moment, his eyes almost searching you without a care in the world if you saw or not. It was addicting in it’s own way, but it also made you nervous to your very core. You never notice people looking at you like this, and the ones that do are too scared of your brother to even try it face to face with you. So, when you noticed his eyes wonder all over you as if he was scanning a favorite food item over and over, you gulped hard. 

“Kei Tsukishima.” He replied. “Karasuno High, first-year.”

The camp lasted a total of five days, and it was easy to say that coming here was either a blessing or a curse thrown at you by the gods. You weren’t sure which one it was yet, but you were leaning towards either one throughout the day. You helped out Hinata the next day like you promised, but sadly you wouldn’t be able to do that anymore thanks to Shiratorizawa’s couch putting you on the medic duty. Basically wrapping up fingers if they began to hurt, help the irritation marks along their forearms or palms of their hands if the players hit it too hard, and bandage any scraps players might get. It wasn’t like they had any other choice since you were the only one available, but that quickly turned into a dreadfully wrong choice.

Players left and right, mostly players from Shiratorizawa, came to you for the most minor and basic things. Even if something didn’t hurt they’d ask for you to check them since you’d basically have to do a psychical exam. You could tell something was off with your brothers team, but when it came to the minds of the other players from all over, you were clueless to their intent. 

Tsukishima knew that and immediately took the chance that was basically begging him to take it. When it was time to block, he made sure that you at least saw the ball hit his fingers. After that and the ball landed back in his opponents court, he held onto his finger to give off the act before walking over to you. You jested Tsukishima to sit down on the bench that you previously occupied, standing in front of him.

“Just your fingers?” You asked kindly as you got out some white tape.

“Yeah.” He simple put, his eyes watching your hands attentively.  

You didn’t wrap the tape around first, instead you began to feel his ‘injured’ hand up. You squeezed each of his fingers and checked for a response, you noticed it didn’t hurt too bad but you didn’t want to take the chance. It’s best not to have a broke finger. Next, you used your thumbs to snuff out the tension in his palms, you did both even if you didn’t need to. It was only after that you put the tape on his ring and middle fingers.

While you were solely focused on him, you missed your brother’s cold hard start that was aimed right between Tsukishima’s eyes. It didn’t take long for the blond to notice, and when he did, he just gave a cocky smirk in Wakatoshi’s direction before going back to watching you. 

“Huh?” You asked your brother with a confused look. It was finally the end of the second day of camp, and as soon as Wakatoshi got the chance he came up to you with bizarre statements. “What are you talking about? Tsukishima and I literally just met.”

Your brother stared you down. “Just because you just met him doesn’t mean he can’t find you attractive.” 

“I think you’re overrating.” You hummed out as you cleaned up all the used medical supplies from today. 

“If you don’t believe me then the next time he asks you to wrap his fingers up, make sure they actually hurt first.” Wakatoshi suddenly suggested. 

You sighed, ignoring him for a moment as you tried to give yourself peace of mind with some quiet noise. Though, that didn’t last long when a loud smack was heard. You knew it well and already could tell multiple people were practicing after hours based on the number of squeaking shoes. 

“Look, I gotta make sure these guys don’t hurt themselves so you should go eat.” You said in a flat, disinterested tone. “I’m not ten anymore, Waka. I can handle myself without you.”

Wakatoshi stared down at you for a moment, his eyes closing themself off from your analytical mind. “Fine.”

You watched your brother walk off and out the gym, the moment you lose sight of him is when you let out a breath that had been stuck in your lungs. You wasted no time to take your seat back on the bench and watch some of the boys practice. 

Your eyes were half-lidded with something unknown to you as you kept your gaze entirely locked on Tsukishima. There was just something about him to you that made you want watch him for all of eternity. It wasn’t like you haven’t felt attraction towards someone before, but this one was odd, after all, it was as if something wouldn’t let you look at anyone else, consider anyone else. Not that you would want to date him, no, of course not. It was just, you felt like you wanted to keep him as close to you as humanly possible.  

You leaned your head into the palm of your hand, your elbow planted on your thigh as you watched the practice match. You watched as a set was beginning to get underway. Your hues followed the ball as it got closer and closer to the wing spiker before moving your sight solely on Tsukishima and see him block. Now that you think about it, he really was tall. Not that it mattered to you, but a simple observation. Kinda like the observation that when he jumps his shirt rides up just enough to get the idea that he has a solid build for such a skinny guy.

“Hello?” A voice called out to you. 

It effectively pulled you from your daydreams, your gaze moving up slightly to aimlessly stare at the tall blond in front of you. “Oh, hi.”

His face turned into a small scowl before turning his sight away from you and moved his hand forward. “I just need some more tape.”

“Sure,” you replied with a smile. You took some tape from the kit before standing up. You didn’t speak for a bit as you removed the older tape from his fingers, but you swear you could feel his eyes dig holes in your head. 

“Yanno,” you hummed out. It wasn’t like you would ever see him again, you thought. So, you just spit out what was on your mind as you calmly stated, “You should tuck your shirt in your pants.”

“Huh?” You heard Tsukishima ask. It was clear to you he didn’t quite get it. “Why?”

You couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle. You thought this guy was smart, but you supposed that only applied to school. “It could save you a few unwanted eyes.”

Once that sentence left your mouth, he shut up. The only sound you could hear from him was his subtle breathing. You smiled softly to yourself, the unknown creeping into your mind. It was fine to you if you just ruined a potential friendship or if he found the way you shamelessly flirted with him gross, in your mind, it was risk that had to be taken. 

“Alright, you’re all good.” You said as you placed the tape back down by the other supplies. When you gazed back up at Tsukishima, you noticed him taking off his team jacket. Curiosity took over making your head go on a slight tilt before saying, “Whatcha doing?”

“What’s it look like? I’m taking the advise.” He confessed before effortlessly wrapping his jacket around your shoulders. It was a bit bigger, but not by much. 

You moved your hand up to grab the side of his jacket, slipping your arms into it without protest. When you looked back at him, his sight was already glued to you. 

“Am I holding onto this for you?” You asked with a soft, teasing smirk. 

“Yeah, why else would I give it to you?” He questioned with a look that mirrored yours. While both of you had an inkling of why, you thought it would be better to keep the other guessing. It made for a fun game that just began, a mutual game of pining. 

“No clue.” You chuckled. “Try not to hurt your fingers again, Tsukki.”

You watched as the taller male turned around and jog back onto the court. Though, while you watched him, you couldn’t help but notice the tip of his ears colored with an easy shade of pink.

[meltwonu]

| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 |     [CHAPTER 5]

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; camshow, use of toys(sybian), squirting, the long awaited chapter 5 😳💕 do they finally meet?!?!?!?! hehehehehehe also sorry for not being able to post this yesterday, had a busy week and when I tell ya I woke up at 3pm today 😗 💕💕💕💕 as always, thank you so much for your continued interest!! I'm already writing ch 6 and im SOOOO EXCITEDDDD hHEHEHEHEEHEH 💕💕💕💕💕 HAVE A GREAT REST OF YOUR WEEKENDS! 🍒 

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - ? 

“You guys! I--you have to see this!”

You can’t wipe the smile off of your face when you shimmy to the side, excitedly showing off the new gift that Seungcheol had sent in the mail.

sleepy_wonu: holy hell

universe_WZ: that mustve costed hella

alphagyu97: nothin like feelin extra poor amirite lads

angelhan: it was only a matter of time before dom.cheol was untouchable lol 

You giggle slightly as you adjust the camera so that you and your new sybian are in frame. “Hey~ Don’t say that!! Y’know it’s not the amount of money you spend on me… I’m glad you guys are always here with me~” The sound of coins clinking goes off in the back as you read a few more comments.

dom.cheol: well princess, don’t u wanna show them how you use your new toy? ;)

tangerine_kwan: fuck i bet it can get u to cum so fuckin fast

hoshi_tiger_xx: yessss

dom.cheol has donated $100

hoshi_tiger_xx has donated $50

“Hmm~ How many times do you think I can cum with this? Oh! Why don’t we do this~” You pause, sliding your wet panties down your legs before tossing the material to the side. You grin, swinging a leg over the toy until you’re straddling it. “Rapid fire question! Whoever guesses the right amount of orgasms I can take before I call quits… Wins a special unreleased photoset of me! Go!”

dom.cheol: 5

universe_WZ: 4

sleepy_wonu: 6

angelhan: 3 artist8hao: 5

alphagyu97: everyone took all the good numbers already!!! 7!!!!!

gentleman_josh95: DMAN IT 3

tangerine_kwan: 8, fuck

kitty_junjun: ugh i was gonna say 4!!!!

xcaliburDK: i was gonna say 5!!!!

therealchan99: 2? thats so low tho….

chwenon: as if anyone is gonna say 1, lmao. Uh 6…. If sleepy_wonu happens to disappear

hoshi_tiger_xx: im gonna say 10, but… seems… risky

Reaching for the remote, you situate yourself until the raised part of the toy sits directly on your clit. A shiver runs up your spine at the feeling; already excited for what’s in store. “Um, to be fair I haven’t tried it myself yet so I’m not sure either... Hehe, but I guess we’ll find out together, huh?”

Gulping, you set the sybian to its lowest setting, the air getting knocked out of your lungs immediately as your body lurches forward. “H--holy shit!” The vibrations are already harsh on the lowest setting; your fingers gripping the remote tightly as you try to adjust to the feeling. “O--oh my g-god, I--”

dom.cheol: aww can ur cute lil clit take it?

xcaliburDK: maybe one of the lower numbers was right lol…

The moans spill freely from your lips, garbled noises getting lost in the mix when you start to grind against the vibration. “Fuck, it--it feels suh--so good, hah, already feel like ‘m gonna cum…” You whine, already getting lost in the pleasure. For a second, you’re tempted to raise the vibration intensity but you hold back, letting your wetness coat the toy as you continue to grind down onto it. The sound of donations and comments sound fuzzy to your ears; only the sound of the sybian buzzing reminding you that the camera was still even on.

“Ngh, g-god, I’m--I’m gonna cum!”

tangerine_kwan has donated $75

xcaliburDK has donated $50

dom.cheol has donated $200

dom.cheol: cmon, lets see that pretty pussy cum

Your legs shake as you cum, only a squeak coming out of your mouth as you lurch forward atop the toy. The grip you have on the remote loosens while simultaneously trying to turn it off in the midst of your orgasm.

dom.cheol: awww cumming so hard on the first setting? Cute

therealchan99: lol baby is in trouble now

angelhan: maybe 3 was right lmao

“I--a-ah, fu--fuck!” You cry, shaky fingers finally managing to shut the toy off. Your body immediately untenses; chest heaving with how sensitive you already were and it had only been your first orgasm and the lowest setting of the toy. “O-oh my g-god, I--I didn’t know i-it was that s-strong…” You mumble, body buzzing with the remnants of your orgasm.

sleepy_wonu: well mr dom.cheol did pay top dollar

gentleman_josh95: imagine if u had this for yesterdays show lol

“Oh god, if--if I had this for yesterday’s show, I would’ve been too boneless to do today’s show!” You laugh airily, slowly grinding against the toy already. “It feels really nice though… I’m already super curious about how strong the other settings are…” Trailing off, you reach for the remote again, throat dry as you fiddle with the knob.

kitty_junjun: what if u set it to the max setting

chwenon: idk if her cute lil body could take it

dom.cheol: its okay baby, take ur time. I wanna see how sensitive that pussy of yours can get

“But ‘m already so sensitive~ I dunno how much more I can take~” You tease, biting your lip when all the comments flooding the chat are words of encouragement.

You knew when you started camming that it’d be no easy job. Building up your fanbase and subscriber count had taken you months upon months to even get within the thousands and camming was physically exhausting. Some days your viewer counts were low and some days they were above average and sometimes you didn’t make as much in one show than another.

tangerine_kwan: was therealchan99 right with 2 then? Heh

therealchan99: finally FINALLY ITS MY TIME TO SHINE

Giggling, you slowly start turning the knob; body twitching when the vibrations kick in at full force.

Seungcheol watches in amazement at the way your body jerks atop the machine.

He can see the way your legs twitch unbearably when you cum for the third time; your brows furrowed at the intensity of the vibrations and your taut body when you can barely manage to turn the machine off.

Licking his lips, he slowly thrusts up into his closed palm, spreading the precum down his shaft as he watches you catch your breath.

“I--ngh, fuh--fuck, I---I don’t--don’t know if I--I can cum a-again…”

Seungcheol moans at your breathy whimpers; the arousal in his body pooling up quickly when he sees the fucked out expression in your eyes. His eyes flit to the wetness that coats the silicone portion of the toy, smirking when he realizes how much you really seemed to enjoy the gift he’d gotten you.

Mentally patting himself on the back, he praises himself for making the right decision.

angelhan: please tlel me im the winner im begging

universe_WZ: NO

dom.cheol: is the princess tired already? ;)

You catch your breath, not wanting to give up despite how fuzzy your head was getting and how much your body was buzzing. “I dunno… We still haven’t tried the last setting, you guys… And I’m just so curious...” You whisper, hazy eyes staring into the camera.

hoshi_tiger_xx: god u look so pretty like this, all fucked out

artis8hao: right? fuck, id kill to be that guy who can get u off like this

xcaliburDK: goddamn same

The sound of coins clinking mixes with the ringing in your ears; fingertips already on the knob of the remote.

You take a deep breath, letting the adrenaline kick in as you quickly set the knob to the highest setting, a high pitched cry spilling from your lips when you let go of the remote in favor of holding onto the machine instead. Grinding down onto it, you meet the toy's harsh vibrations as it quickly forces another orgasm out of you in the matter of seconds.

Choked cries spill from your lips as your entire body tenses up; body twitching uncontrollably as you cum for the fourth time. You lean back with whatever energy you have left, bracing yourself on the back of the toy as you relieve your swollen clit of the buzzing machine. Your orgasm refuses to stop and you can already tell how obscenely wet everything’s gotten when your head starts to clear.

alphagyu97: fuck you squirted all over the toy baby

universe_WZ: fuck fucki fuck

universe_WZ: wait did i winf kjfhdsjk

You shakily slide off of the machine, resting on your side as the machine still buzzes with life next to you. Your entire body won’t stop shaking, head muddled as you fight the urge to shut your eyes and sleep for the next 5 days. “I’m--I--” You whimper, still feeling the phantom vibrations between your legs.

“I--ho--holy fuck, I, w-wow, I--I don’t--that--I’m, I’m just… wow.”

dom.cheol has donated $400

dom.cheol: knew you’d like it ;)

universe_WZ: THAT MEANS I WON

universe_WZ has donated $150

angelhan has donated $150

therealchan99: well, at least some of us got close

hoshi_tiger_xx: fuckin speak for urself man i said /10/

You end the show after letting ‘universe_WZ’ know you’ll contact him soon, shutting your eyes as you lay on your soiled sheets.

You can still feel your fingertips twitching when your eyes slide shut, chest heaving in deep breaths as you try to relax yourself, momentarily cursing yourself for pushing your body too far for tonight’s show. 

Groaning, you reach for your phone, the screen lighting up with a text from Seungcheol, a simple ‘don’t forget to drink water ;)’ in your notifications and you can’t help but pout.

Seungcheol was nice, almost too nice. Definitely not in a murderer kinda way though, you think. 

He bought you expensive gifts and never asked for anything in return which made you feel bad sometimes. And while the donations and tips you’d made through your camshows was enough to get by with, Seungcheol’s generous donations helped you always make your rent and bills on time without worrying if you’d have enough or not.

You quickly text him back with a smile on your face; hoping that he’ll like what you had to offer.

Seungcheol feels the exact same way he did when you first contacted him offering him a free show, except maybe ten times worse. At first, he’d been a little sad that he hadn’t won your quick little game but this made up for it 20-fold.

The six simple words read ‘want to meet up next friday?’, a small heart emoji next to the question and he’d almost thrown his phone when he read it, hands shakily responding with a simple ‘I’d love to.’ to make it seem like he was calm when he was most definitely not.

His immediate next order of business after replying was to text Namjoon despite how late into the night it already was, begging for the day off and offering to take any shifts or pay cuts in exchange for it. 

All he needed was one day and he swore he’d never miss a day of work ever again.

Namjoon responds with a quick ‘sure, why not’, momentarily confusing him as to why his boss was awake while simultaneously sending Seungcheol into complete panic when he realizes he finally gets to meet you.

The week goes by extremely quickly to Seungcheol; his mood on a completely different level when he offers to pick up Yoongi’s Sunday shift without a complaint. He cleans up all the messes around the roller rink and even offers to do jobs that aren’t his which have Jeongguk raising a brow at the older male.

In the days that lead up to your meeting, Seungcheol looks up a few cafes that you might be interested in and even goes to get an STD exam, not that he’s expecting anything. Safety first, he says.

Your Wednesday show comes and goes, Seungcheol too excited to even get off when he watches you and he even donates an extra $600 at the end of the show; travel spending money, he offers.

And Thursday comes without a hitch and he all but skips to the employee backroom once his shift is over, humming a tune while he changes out of his uniform.

“Hey hyung, no offense, but are you okay?” Jeongguk rests against the locker next to Seungcheol’s open one, brow raised at the blue haired male that beams back at him. “I’m scared, why are you so… giddy. You even offered to take Yoongi-hyung’s weekend shift? What the hell was that about? I’ve never seen him that giddy either.  Man, this place is getting weird, maybe I should quit...”

Seungcheol can’t help but laugh, patting Jeongguk on the shoulder before shutting his locker.

“I have an important meeting tomorrow, that’s all. And don’t quit, ‘cause who else is gonna give me free food.”

While the excitement had him since Saturday, now that it was finally Friday, he was downright nervous.

The two of you had agreed to meet at 2PM in front of the cafe that Seungcheol had picked out and you’d gotten a hotel in town to make it easier on yourself instead of trying to get back to your place too late. Seungcheol had offered to come pick you up, but you had politely declined; instead opting to meet him first before letting him do anything else for you.

And by nature, Seungcheol gets to the cafe 15 minutes early, fidgeting and continuously running his fingers through his hair as he patiently waits. He can feel his palms getting sweaty when he rubs them against his jeans, mentally trying to keep calm and his head floods with all sorts of thoughts; mainly, how he even got into this position with you in the first place. And he gets so distracted that he doesn’t realize you’d be standing watching him zone out for the last 5 minutes.

“Wow, not sure what’s got you so focused but you’re standing so still!”

Seungcheol hears your cute airy laugh that follows, a cherry blush on his cheeks when his eyes meet your smiling face. “I--oh my god…” He whispers, taking in your appearance.

He feels his face buzzing, fingers twitching when he sees you in a cute simple  sundress. “W-wow, you--you’re just… so beautiful. I mean, you’re beautiful on cam too but just, wow, in person? Incredible.” The blush reaches his ears when he realizes he’s rambling, a nervous laugh spilling out of his lips.

“S--sorry, I, uh, usually I’m more chill than this but y’know…” He trails off, to which you nod. You step closer to Seungcheol and he gets a hint of your sweet smelling perfume, mentally groaning when your cute eyes peer up into his.

“That’s okay! I totally understand~ I’m kinda nervous myself too, to be honest…” You pause, a pink blush coating your own cheeks. “But let’s talk over some food, huh?”

Seungcheol doesn’t want to pry, but he’s not sure if he should address you as ‘Cherry’ in person, or if he should avoid calling you by anything at all.

He watches as you go through the cafe’s menu, biting the inside of his cheek as he itches to ask.

“‘Cheol… I can feel you staring, y’know.. Penny for your thoughts?” You ask, concerned eyes meeting his nervous ones.

“I just-- Sorry, I didn’t mean to be awkward, I just was wondering how I should address you in person? I don’t want to overstep my bounds, I know you don’t put your real name out there so…”

You place your menu down, closing it before leaning on your palms atop the small table. Seungcheol is cute, too cute, you think. You knew this would be a question when the two of you eventually met and you had given yourself the time to get used to the idea that he’d know your real name.

He eyes hyperfocus on your glossy lips, watching as you say your name for him for the first time.

Seungcheol’s heart threatens to beat out of his chest when he hears it; repeating it over and over in his head before he says it out loud.

“Wow, it sounds nice when it’s you saying it~” You tease, leaning back in your chair. “I don’t mind if you call me by my name, by the way! The pet names are cute but maybe we should keep that to the bedroom~” You end in a whisper, winking at the male.

Fuck, he thinks, just as his cock throbs at your comment. He really wishes you wouldn’t say things like that because he’s weak and he knows it, especially when it comes to you. “Okay, cool! Yeah, sorry, I just---I didn’t want to overstep, I know you don’t really let that be public information.”

“Of course! And thank you, I really can’t tell you how much you’ve done for me. I really… really wouldn’t be able to do all the things that I do if it weren’t for your constant support.”

You want to say more, but the waiter comes to take your orders, cutting you off until he leaves again.

“By the way…” Seungcheol looks at you with curious eyes, lips puckered around his drink straw. “Tell me about yourself, ‘Cheollie! I feel like we didn’t really get to talk that one time!”

He swallows the water in his mouth, licking his dry lips. Here goes nothing, he thinks.

“I swear, and please don’t think I’m a loser, but I--I work at a roller rink. It’s really not cool, I’m not some high paid CEO or whatever, I--I just, I work hard?” Seungcheol chuckles, running a hand through his hair as he waits for your reply.

“Wait, that’s so cool! Oh my gosh, I kinda wanna go!”

The surprise washes over Seungcheol, eyes wide as saucers when he hears you saying you’d want to visit his workplace. “Wuh---wait, seriously!?”

“Yeah! It’s kinda, like, retro! I haven’t been to one since I was a kid!” He quickly offers to bring you to the roller rink on Sunday so you could have somewhere to hang out while you were in town.

“And sadly, I took a shift on Sunday so you can hang with me while I work.” 

Seungcheol grins, watching as you jokingly roll your eyes at him. “So you did it on purpose, huh…” The two of you share a laugh, glad that your first meeting seemed to be going okay so far.

“Well, I mean, if it makes you feel any better, my best friend works the concession stand so I’ll make sure to get you a free pair of skates and food whenever you want?”

“It’s a deal!”

The two of you continue to talk over your late lunch, Seungcheol telling you of the various work hijinks he’d gone through at his time working at the roller rink.

“Which, by the way, that morning show you did… Hope you know I holed up in the restroom for an entire hour for that ‘lil stunt.”

You can’t help the tears that fall from your eyes when you laugh, only feeling slightly bad for the blue haired male. “But I told you! Sometimes it’s just like that, y’know~” You tease back, heart blooming at the way you and Seungcheol got along.

In all honesty, there’d been something on your mind since you first sat down and you didn’t know when the right time to ask was, or if it was even appropriate.

The smile slips from your face as you bite the inside of your cheek in thought.

Seungcheol takes the bill from the waiter, slipping his card into the holder before you can even offer. But he notices the way your expression falls, noting the hesitance in your eyes when he looks at you from across the table.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” His voice is gentle, soft and caring when he leans over the table to make sure you’re alright.

“Yeah! Just---Can I ask you for a favor?”

[smllgrlbigwrld]

Harry & Y/N don’t talk, but when he offers to be her bf she thinks its not that crazy.

Hello! This lil story just popped into my head and I was like I gotta write it! I was mainly inspired by “To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before” Just a different concept obvs. I hope you enjoy! :)

They aren’t best friends, but yet they aren’t strangers. They were more like acquaintances. On the occasion they would exchange small side hugs or give each other a welcoming smile whenever they’d cross paths, to be friendly of course. But they never really conversed. Usually whenever Harry went out to a party or to a bar with some of his close friends, she’d be there too because of mutual friends they had.

Harry never really thought about her, but he wondered who she was or how she knew some of his best friends. Y/N knew who he was though, how could she not. She genuinely enjoyed Harry’s presence. She enjoyed his music and the way he carried himself whether it was on stage or in the comfort of their friends.

Harry didn’t mind her presence either, but there was always some sort of quietness around them. They had never made an effort to get to know each other on a personal level. Most of the time they would crack jokes, share crazy experiences they had, or play a game of pool, but they were never alone doing these things, it was always amongst the few friends they shared.

Sometimes he would stand off to the side somewhere and scroll through his phone, watch his mates from afar play an intense game of pool, or he’d just walk away to grab a snack off the table at a party he wanted to desperately leave because he was tired. Those were the moments his friends would take advantage of. They’d walk up to him and nudge his hip, causing him to turn around at them raising his eyebrows in slight annoyance.

And this time, Harry was at the snack table for the third time already grabbing whatever was splayed out across the table. He feels someone grab his hip a little too harshly. It was Jeff.

“H, why don’t you walk yourself over there and have a chat with Y/N? She seems pretty bored, just like you apparently, this is like the millionth time you’ve came to this table already.”

Harry looks at him with a tight lipped expression, and furrows his brows. He’s staring intently at Jeff, perplexity written all over his face. “What?”

“I said go on over towards Y/N, the girl in the black dre--”

Harry quickly interrupts him. “No, no I know man I heard you. But we hardly know each other.. don’t really know what we’d talk about, she’s just a mutual friend really.”

“Oh c’mon! How can you possible say you don’t know what to talk about, sure you do! You talk to pretty much everyone. You’re a natural H!” Jeff says with a scoff.

He chuckles and his eyes go over to scan Y/N. She’s sitting on a white stool at the small bar in the kitchen and her eyes are a bit droopy. He knows she’s tired because she’s facing some friends that are sitting on the floor watching them play some sort of card game with a very unamused look.

“Y’know what? M’so fuckin’ bored, why not.” He huffs defeatingly and walks over towards Y/N. Jeff pats his back and laughs, already rooting for him.

Harry wasn’t shy necessarily. He just never initiated a conversation with her and she never had either so he figured maybe it was best they were just casual acquaintances. He didn’t know her at all so the only thing he could do was assume and vice versa.

He taps her shoulder with a small bit of force and she quickly looks over at him, a bit startled. “It’s Y/N, right? Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.” He laughs at the way her eyes go wide and sits down next to her.

“Oh.. hey there Harry! Y-yes thats my name. No worries, you just scared me a bit!” She faces him and smiles widely. “How are you doing?” Her eyes blink rapidly because she’s still a bit shaken up at the way he approached her.

He gives a short laugh. “I’m great, a bit tired but s’all good. You?”

“Oh gosh me too!” She smiles lazily.

He decides to just come on out and ask her since he was curious as to why she was just as bored as he was.“Sooo, why aren’t you playing with them?” he says motioning towards the many people sitting in a circle on the carpet playing a game, their loud voices and laughs filling up the room.

Her lips go into a pout and she furrows her brows. “I-umm-I don’t really feel like being here to be honest with you. I’m exhausted. I’ve been out and about with one of my friends all day, did some catching up or whatever, and then I kinda got dragged back here without a say in it.” Her chest rises up and down, her shoulders slump just a tad bit and she lets out a huff through her nose. “I’ve just been sitting here scrolling through my phone every once in awhile, but even doing that bores me so, sitting and staring at them it is.”

He lets out an exasperated sigh and crosses his arms. “I know what y’mean. It’s just been a long day and I’d really love to go home and sleep.” He gives her a confused look. “But wait..why don’t you just go to the backyard? I seen quite a few of your friends back there. You avoiding someone out there or what?” He snorts and looks at her with the most puzzled face.

She groans and turns around in her seat, her elbows rest on the tables and her hands are covering her face. “Oh my gosh, I actually am. Is it that obvious?”

“W-what? No I mean I was just joking around love, but I just thought it was a bit strange that you’re sitting here obviously bored and sleepy, but all your mates are right out back!” He says with a raised but playful voice.

Y/N lifts up from her elbows and turns back in her seat to look at Harry. She licks her lips and her eyes are rapidly looking around him as if she was trying to avoid something or someone. She breathes heavily. “Yeah..I know. It’s just..I have this friend and h-he keeps trying to talk to me. She pinches the bridge of her nose and closes her eyes in frustration. “He doesn’t get it through his thick skull that I am absolutely NOT interested in anything he has to say or offer.”

He stares at her intently as she opens her eyes and puts her hands back down into her lap. She notices he’s staring at her a bit wide-eyed so she stares back at him and tilts her head to the side. “W-what? Oh no. Is he in here?” Her voice comes out shaky and she freezes up where she is.

He has a cheeky grin plastered on his face. “Y/N you didn’t even tell me who he was, how would I know if he was in here?”

“Oh yeah huh.” She laughs and puts a hand over her forehead as she realizes this. “Well, it’s Lukas. You ever see him? He’s literally always around me, doesn’t matter where the hell I am, he manages to tag along with my other friends. He has jet black hair, wears glasses, and has a birthmar--”

He cuts her off as soon as he realizes who she’s referring to. “A birthmark near his nose! Yeaah I’ve seen him plenty of times. Most of the time actually. Is he bothering you or...?”

Her face illuminates and whatever drowsiness she felt earlier was now down the drain. “Yes! I mean yes that’s him but no he doesn’t try anything but I just reallyyy don’t want to talk to him. He’s a cool guy sure, but no means...no. Ya know? I don’t know he’s just a bit bumptious.” She murmurs. “I’m not really looking for a relationship right now but he just thinks he’s the shit and that he can win me over eventually..”

He scrunches his nose.“Egotistical huh?” What a dickhead. But.. what if I were to propose an offer to you?” He sneers at her and she eyeballs him as if he was crazy.

She cocks an eyebrow. “And what exactly are you proposing Harry? I hardly know you. What makes you think I won’t second guess whatever it is you’re scheming?”

As much as they were strangers, Y/N can’t help but note how comfortable it was to talk and be around him. Why didn’t they ever talk on a one on one level they both wonder.

He snickers faintly but his demeanor changes and it’s more serious this time. “So, this Lukas guy. Y’said he wants to be in a relationship with you so…” He stops and analyzes her expression, he’s trying to determine whether or not she’s catching on to his idea.

Y/N is clueless until it finally hits her. He wanted them to pretend date and get Lukas jealous, probably get him a bit riled up. “Wait. Harry? No way r-really!? She reiterates and her mouth is hung open, shock all over her face. “No you’re messing with me! You’ve gotta be Harry!”

He looks at her with a straight face. He doesn’t know whats gotten into him but he was so bored, he would kill to do anything a bit more fun than what he was just doing a few minutes ago. “It’s not that crazy Y/N! It’s just for show. M’doing you a favor aren’t I? We can do what you’re comfortable with alright? Hold hands, give quick pecks on the cheek, and I-I guess act like we’ve always been close y’know? I doubt he’ll notice that we’ve never really spoken, you said so yourself, he’s self-absorbed.”

Y/N looks down towards her wedged heels and bites the inside of her cheek. She’s in deep thought until she finally speaks up. “Hmph. I mean it’s not all that bad, he is really annoying and I’d love to keep him out of my hair. But how does this even work? Where do we even start? This is the first time we’ve held a conversation for more than 5 mi--””

He grabs her hand in a fast motion which causes her to stand up from the stool. Y/N is surprised at his sudden movement and stays silent, waiting for him to explain himself. Determination is spread across his face. “Okay I know it’s a bit mad but look just trust me! Just c’mon Y/N!” He gives her a smug smirk. “Or should I say…Babe.”

//

Thanks for reading! Let me know if I should make a part 2. I’m thinking about ideas regardless but it is nice to get confirmations / feedback!! 

**part 2 is up!!**

[sunnysidewrites]

Vigilante Partner in Crime!Wonwoo Pt 2

LOOK WHO’S BACK WITH PART 2!! I WANNA THANK EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU WHO GAVE ME WONDERFUL FEEDBACK THE DAY I POSTED PART 1!!! Can you guys believe that was only my 2nd piece I posted on here?? And now look at how much has happened since then! IT’S BEEN OVER A MONTH!!! Thank you to everyone who encouraged me to write this!!! Writing this was a real struggle,,, my writer’s block for 3 weeks suddenly all disappeared TODAY and I couldn’t be happier!! Also,,, look out for that last bullet point ;)))  GET READY FOR A WILD RIDE AGAIN!!!! I MADE THIS TOO LONG LSJDFLJF I CAN’T CONTAIN MY FEELS FOR WONWOO HAPPY READING MY CHILDREN!! <3333 For a refresher, I recommend you reading Part 1 before continuing!

Part 1 | Part 2

“Hello?” a customer waved their hand in front of your face

Your hazy eyes focused back for the tenth time that same hour

“S-sorry, miss,” you stammered as you resumed scanning her items

Once she left, you sighed and shook your head for who knows how many times that week

Get it together, Y/N, you mentally scolded yourself and lightly smacked your cheeks

It already had been a week since that night

“Can’t we just,,, keep it between us?” his words still rang in your ears, a constant mantra that continues to linger in your thoughts

“Ugh, nO!!!”

“Okay, okay! It’s fine if you don’t wanna,,,, i can just do it myself,,,”

You turned around to meet a bewildered Wonwoo, his eyes slightly bugged out and his hands raised in defense

“O-oh,,, Wonwoo,,,, i’m sorry what did you say?”

“I just asked you if you wanted to restock with me,,,,,,,”

Your expression had “mental facepalm” written all over it

You quickly muttered an excuse to stay at the cashier and he seemed to get the hint

All week you’ve been making it a lil too obvious you were on the edge and if wonwoo had caught on, he sure didn’t say anything about it

You trudge back home where your grandma greets you granny makes a comeback!!!

“Welcome home y/n!!!” she excitedly hugs you

You return it and walk to the kitchen to grab a snack and a drink

You start talking about your day but you start noticing that your grandma is just,,, a little,,, too excited,,,,

“Ok grandma what’s got you bouncing on your toes”

“What,,, i’m perfectly fine,,,,”

“Right,,,, like you didn’t just jump 10 feet in the air,,,,”

“,,,,,u right”

You put down your glass of water on the counter and face your body towards her

She exhales a small breath before taking another in

“You’re bonnie aren’t you?”

Your heartbeat spikes up and you’re like oH MYGOSDJFJOFD

“What that’s ridiculous! I’m too busy studying--”

“No need to cover it up. I saw your attire stuffed in the back of your closet when i was trying to help clean it”

Your guarded expression immediately lets down and all she can see is pure anxiety on your face

“Omg grandma plS DONT TELL MOM AND DAD I SWEAR IF U WANT ME TO STOP I WILL--”

“I support it”

You:

Grandma:

You:

Grandma:

You: what

“Look y/n,,,, i haven’t told you everything about what i did”

“,,,,what do you mean? Didn’t you say you were a detective?”

“Yes,,, i was,,,, but i was also just like you having that little ‘side job’”

You’re just like ????? what the????

“Ever heard of Shadowcat hun?”

And you’re like O M G IT CANT BE

“wHAT NO WAY THE LEGENDARY VIGILANTE WHO PUT THE ENTIRE LAW ENFORCEMENT OUT OF BUSINESS FOR DECADES BC SHE WAS JUST THAT GOOD????”

She clicks her tongue, “in the flesh”

You’re still freaking out when her expression suddenly darkens

“And you’ve heard of Geney?”

“,,,,that scary mutation bad guy???” LMAO DO U GUYS GET THE PUN

“Correction. Bad woman. And she wasn’t always evil you know,” your grandma says with a hint of melancholy in her eyes

You decide that it’s a story for another time and make a mental note to ask her later as her eyes refocus back to you

“Anyways, she’s never quite up to any good. I hear there’s a bunch of delinquents from her family in your generation and they might cause you trouble,,,,”

“Grandma relax!! I got this in the bag!! And i have clyde!!! We’re unstoppable!! We are Bonnie and Clyde for a reason. We’ll figure out how to do it” You reassuringly pat her shoulder

“Hun i had that same mindset as you and things happened. Life happened. And it may happen to you as well”

“Seriously, grandma, we’re able to get through anything together,” you smiled and gave her one last pat on the shoulder before you left

The following night you were on another mission of yours, you scoping out the area as Wonwoo adjusted the subtle tool belt on each of your waists

“Okay, he just entered the building; we’re all clear--” you turn back to report your observations when,,,

Wonwoo’s face is just a little too close to yours

He was busy taking care of your supplies that he had bent down in concentration

You freeze, your breath hitching

He was still focused on your supplies and then smiled and looked up, “Great!”

He finally noticed the proximity and jerked his hands away from your belt

He quickly took a step back and covered the bottom half of his face with the back of his hand

“U-uh,,,, sorry,,,, I was just replenishing your things,,,,” he stammered, running his fingers through his hair

“It’s fine,,,” you reply, the both of you avoiding eye contact

You shake your head and continue to give him your report

You can’t help but notice the churning in your stomach

As of late, your stomach had been acting funny every time you were on these missions

But ofc you just brushed them off

“Lmao i probably just ate something bad”

,,,,,sigh

Weeks pass by and you still get the uncomfortable nauseous feeling

“Are you feeling okay? You’re a little pale” wonwoo peeks at your face

“I’m fine! I’m fine,” you stop him before getting too close to you (since he’s the reason why lmAO)

You just take deep breaths in and try to put all your energy in the mission

He tries to ease your uneasiness by squeezing both of your shoulders

“We’re in this together. Partners in crime, right?”

You nod your head

“Partners in crime. Always.”

He gives you a quick kiss on the head, a gesture that you have gotten used to after this time

But for some reason, it felt,,,, different and gave you a fuzzy feeling

You confirm both of your roles and split up once you head inside the building of the crime scene

Fifteen minutes in and you find one of the minions (no not those minions lmao)

He tries escaping but you easily tackle him down

With his arms wrenched around his back, you whisper in his ear

“Mind telling me who the puppeteer of this freak show is?”

“Please believe me I don’t know anything!! OW!!”

“I don’t think you understand the position you’re in right now, mister. Now. I’ll say it again. Who’s the mastermind behind this?”

“Look. Just hear me out,,,, I’m on your side and am just as confused as you are,,,,,”

You tighten your grip on him, his howling filling the empty room

“i’m still waiting”

“OW!! I honestly don’t know,,,, but my best guess is Geney,,,,”

you release him and press your stun gun on him

Well,,, i mean you weren’t actually gonna kill him and plus this man didn’t even put up a fight lmao

You drag him into a storage room and lock him up there

You’re on your way to scope out more of the minions and check up on Wonwoo

You see a bright light shining in one of the rooms and cautiously approach it

You peek your head from the side of the door to check if anyone is already inside

You find a hiding spot and settle around it when all of a someone someone grabs your arm

You’re in automatic defense mode when you just see Wonwoo and sigh a breath of relief

“Jesus christ, wonwoo you scared me!” you whispered sharply

“Sorry,,,, i was just in the middle of searching for you. Is this the room?”

You nodded and turned your attention back to the brilliant lights

“Well,,, they sure made it obvious with all of these lights in the middle of the room”

He hushes you, his still hand on your arm

“I think they’re coming”

You nod silently and get in a position, ready to pounce at any time

“Guys! It’s in here!” A foreign voice shouted

You waited for them to start filing in and you and wonwoo exchange a look

You silently mouth one, two, three

And next thing you know you hear gunshots and punches being thrown

You’re in the middle of fighting a man and he keeps sneering at you

“You think you’re such a hotshot, playing the good guy here?”

“Not my fault you guys always lose. I guess you got that in your bloodline”

He glares at you before smirking, “well i don’t think i have to worry about that at least for tonight”

“What?”

You’re only caught off guard for a fraction of a second when someone holds you back, locking your arms

“Let!! Me!! Go!!” you struggle to get out of the lock but your capturer won’t budge

“No can do sweetie”

You immediately stop, your blood running cold

You,,,, you can’t believe,,,,,

The voice that you were so accustomed to for all of these years

The same voice that makes those stupid flirty jokes but you allow him to anyway bc he’s just him

The voice that promised to be partners in crime

The voice that you trusted

Suddenly you wanna vomit at the touch of his hands

“C-c-clyde???”

You can hear his smirk from behind you

“Ah,,, well I didn’t want it to come to this bonnie but,,,, well i had to follow my grandma’s orders. She’s just kinda the boss around here”

Grandma???

Oh 

oH

OH

Oh no

“You’re,,,,,,, you’re related to Geney????”

“Yes, and as much as I would love to chit chat, we have something to take” he looks at the minions and gestures to the artifact

“Why,,,, why would you do this?”

“Don’t take it too personally, bonnie. Our time here is up. You were a great partner while it lasted.”

He manhandles you to a bunch of his minions

“Oh and don’t even try attacking them. Be grateful i didn’t end you on the spot,” he winks and nonchalantly stuffs his hands in his pockets

He looks at the minions but returned his stare to you

“Do whatever you want to her,” he coldly states and stalks out

They drag you to the back of the building, ready to finish you off when you were able to knock all of them out

You stare at their bodies on the ground, your chest heaving gradually faster

You wanted to cry

You wanted to scream

You wanted to hit him

You wanted to hug your grandma

But you were only paralyzed

Just one more time, you scope the area

But instead of doing it for wonwoo

You did it bc of wonwoo

:’((((

Wonwoo was still in the building strolling down the halls when he heard muffled shouts behind the storage door

He clucks his tongue in disapproval and kicks it down

“You’re still here?” he looks down at him in disdain

“What did you do to her?” he fumed, his eyes set ablaze

He laughs coolly, his head turned to the side before facing the pitiful look on the minion

“Guess she fell for it after all, huh?” he smirks a little too widely

He got out his right hand and casually threw out something on his lap

“She dropped this when I kicked her out”

Wonwoo suddenly reverted back to his form

“Sorry I had to use your little girlfriend, but I have to show the world Geney isn’t done just quite yet,” she threw a wink

“Oh, I guess I should turn you back into your original self since,,, well she doesn’t wanna do anything with you anymore,” she laughed shrilly before transforming him back and slamming the building door shut

He numbly looks down on his lap and bites his lip from shouting

The shiny golden band only stared back at him, the same words he told you before “betraying” you mockingly printed on it in small black script

Partners in crime, right?

Partners in crime. Always.

Ok lmao also i hella struggled writing part 2 but i did leave it at on open end,,,, so,,,, will i make a part 3??? Who knows???? ;)))) I DIDN’T EXPECT THIS TO LAST LONGER THAN 1 PART SLFJDLS but maybe i’ll do it if its highly requested!!! :))))

[marvelous-heroimagines]

Suspect: Part 4

Pairing: Reader x Bucky (we’re getting there) Word Count: 2.5K Warnings: Angst, death (lil’ graphic), mentions of previous same sex relationship (should that even be a warning?), swearing

A/N: I was hoping to have this posted a few days ago, but I got lazy, sorry! Thanks for being patient!

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After hours of tossing and turning, you gave up. You couldn’t get your mind off what you had witnessed on the bridge, the man - if he could be called that - was heartless, cold, bloodthirsty, and above all, a killer.

Still dressed in the same clothes, you grabbed your bag and a jacket, knowing exactly where you were headed, but unsure if you’d be able to find anything. The streets were mostly empty, as to be expected at 4am, so the drive to the DCPD building was quick and quiet.

The security officer jolts awake as your steps click towards him, “Hey Shaun,” you say, giving him a kind smile,

“Detective Y/L/N,” he says with a groggy voice, “I was just... Resting my eyes,”

You force a chuckle, making him relax as you scan your key card and make your way to the elevator, not wanting to stand around and chat. You’re getting impatient, and your foot subconsciously taps as the elevator seems to crawl upwards. Finally the doors open and you make a beeline for your desk.

Once logged in, you repeat the same process that you had at home; searching for anything and everything you could find that related to yesterday’s events. This time you had more luck. Your search seemed to return one file, labelled S.H.I.E.L.D.

Eagerly clicking on it, you let out a groan when the file contains nothing but redacted pages. You slam your fist on your desk, the frustration finally getting the better of you. Something about the metal armed man seemed off, and not just that he was a killer, something in your gut told you there was more beneath the surface.

You needed someone who was better at computers that you were. You could hit a target from 500 yards, but you couldn’t hack into anything to save your life. And you had a feeling that finding out about the metal armed man was a life or death situation. You knew exactly who you had to call. Quickly grabbing your phone, you scroll through your contacts until you find the name you need. Taking a moment, you consider whether calling her was a good idea; the two of you hadn’t talked for almost 4 years. Before you can talk yourself out of it, you press it and hope that she still had the same number.

“H-Hello?” Riley’s voice sounds through the phone after a few rings,

“Hey, Riley,” you say, “I know it’s late... Or early. But I need a favour,”

“Y/N?” she queries, sounding a lot more awake after hearing your voice, “Y/N Y/L/N?”

“Yeah, hey,” you awkwardly reply, scrunching your eyes closed as you scold yourself for making the call, “I know it’s been a while, but I wouldn’t have called unless it was urgent,”

“Is everything okay?” she asks, sounding worried,

“Yeah... Well, kinda,” you admit, “I just need your skill set,”

“Well, I haven’t heard you say that since college,” she teases. You were thankful that she couldn’t see your cheeks starting to burn,

“I mean your computer skills,” you say, rolling your eyes, “I need you to find some information for me,”

“Can’t this wait, Y/N?” she groans, “It’s 5am,”

“Not really, no,” your tone was more blunt than you’d intended.

Riley let’s out a sigh, and you hear what you think is her bed sheets moving, “Fine, what do you need?”

“Thank you,” you breathe out, relieved that she’d agreed to help you, “I need you to try and find anything you can on someone... Or something, called The Winter Soldier,”

“Uh, okay? Can you give me anything else?”

“Also try The Asset, Rumlow, or metal armed assassin,” you wait silently and listen to her typing,

“Alright, I can’t find anything that hasn’t been redacted or under a pile of encryption,” you let out a frustrated sigh, burying your head in your free hand, “This seems important, so I’ll keep digging, try and see what I can find. Maybe I can work through this encryption,”

“Thank you,” you breathe out, relieved that you hadn’t hit another dead end. Yet.

“I’ll give you a call when... If I find anything, okay?”

“Okay. Thank you again, Riley,”

“You owe me one,”

Riley hangs up, and you hope to god that she finds something. Anything would help put your mind at ease right now. All you had to do was wait, for however long it took.

The elevator dings, and voices flow out over the open planned office floor, startling you from your deep, repetitive thoughts. You had completely lost track of time, and didn’t realise that people would be starting the Sunday shift already. You quickly grab your things and give awkward, half smiles to the detectives around you but not really making eye contact with any of them. Thankfully no one says a word to you, only shooting you odd looks before they return to discussing the scene on the bridge yesterday.

The whole drive home you can’t stop glancing at your phone every 5 seconds. You were so distracted that you had to slam on your brakes and narrowly missed rear ending a car in front of you. A little shaken, you force yourself to watch the road the rest of the drive home.

You were feeling fatigued, starting to feel the affects of being up all night after a physically and mentally exhausting day yesterday. Shuffling into your bedroom, you collapse on the bed, fully clothed and your eyes immediately snap shut. You were more at ease now that you knew Riley would be getting back to you with something about the killer that was going to haunt your nightmares for weeks.

A loud ringing jars you from sleep. You refuse to open your eyes, but can’t help the annoyed frown that forms. Almost forgetting what day it was or where you were, you suddenly bolt upright. You start to panic as you fail to locate your phone. Looking like a crazy person, you thrash around your bed, your arms flailing around the sheets.

Your heart is pounding when your fingers finally grasp your phone, and you don’t even bother looking at the caller before answering.

“Riley?!” you shout into it,

“Nah, it’s God,” she deadpans,

“What’d you find?” you ignore her sarcasm, not having the time nor mental state for it right now,

“Everything,” she breathes out, sounding distracted,

“What?” you ask in disbelief,

“It looked like an impossible task, this shit was so heavy guarded. But then it was like every single file that had anything to do with your search suddenly appeared out of nowhere, free and un-redacted,”

“Holy shit,” you whisper, mostly to yourself,

“You need to come see this stuff,” she tells you,

“Meet me at the DCPD,” you immediately respond,

“On my way,” she says before hanging up. The moment the line goes dead, you jump out of bed. Shedding off your almost 2 day old clothing, you throw on a clean pair of jeans and a flannel and smooth out your bed hair. Your need to find out information ASAP outweighed your want to look nice in front of Riley.

The whole drive to the precinct you couldn’t take your mind off what Riley had found. You had been so preoccupied by the newfound files that you hadn’t even thought what seeing Riley again would be like. You hadn’t seen her since college, before you became a cop, before Jake. While the two of you had split on amicable terms, you still paused to breathe as the elevator, that held her, climbed.

“Hey,” you politely greet her as the elevator doors slide open,

“Long time no see... Or talk,” she says, a playful tone in her voice,

“Yeah, sorry,” you awkwardly rub the back of your neck, “A lot’s changed,”

“You haven’t,” you swear there’s a hint of affection in her voice, but you can’t be sure. You never could with Riley, “Okay, enough of the small talk. Is there a room we can go? I need at least one computer,”

You give her a quick nod and she follows you back into the elevator. You both ride it in silence, your hands starting to tremble with the anticipation of what she had found. You lead her into an empty intel room, and she settles herself in front a few monitors.

“Okay, you will not believe this,” she breaks the silence, you watch as she pulls out a large harddrive and plugs it in, “It was the weirdest thing. There was absolutely nothing to be found that hadn’t been redacted or was heavily encrypted - as I said. But then suddenly a shit load of files just appeared on the internet. Me and my friends went crazy. It didn’t take me too long to scan through the files and compile everything that relates to your Winter Soldier suspect,”

You stay silent and intently watch her work. The screen is flashing as she pulls up more than a dozen files, you aren’t able to decipher what any of them say yet, but your heart stops when you see the glint of his metal arm.

“There are dozens of files that directly reference a Winter Soldier. From what I’ve been able to learn so far, he’s a myth. Supposedly accredited with more than 2 dozen assassinations in 50 years. So good that most of the time, the deaths were considered accidents,” she pauses to glance at you,

“What?” your brows knit together, “That can’t be right... The guy I saw wasn’t older than 30,”

“I thought it had to be more than one guy, right? Like a title that was just passed on after a decade,” she clicks on a file, “It’s not,”

You stare at the screen, taking a moment to focus on just one detail. Your eyes first focused on the photograph. A gorgeous looking man in what appeared to be a war uniform, an old war uniform. You move onto the text, having to read and reread the information. 

Name: James Buchanan Barnes Infantry: 107th Rank: Sergeant Serial number: 32557 D.O.B: March 10th, 1917 Town: Brooklyn, NY

“1917?” you mumble, not believing what you’re seeing, “How is that-?”

“They froze him,” Riley interrupts, “And that’s not even the worst part,”

Flicking to another file, your mind is more ready for the flood of new information, and you’re able to comprehend it better. Another photo of the handsome soldier was prominent, except his hair was longer and his facial hair unkept. It looked as though he was inside some kind of chamber, with what looks like ice frosting the glass. There was a lot of science, medical mumbo jumbo; but you understood the gist of it. Your stomach churns as you read what a group called ‘HYDRA’ did to this poor soldier.

“Essentially they scrambled his brain,” Riley says with a somber tone, “They put his brain in a blender every time he tried to fight the programming, so much that he forgot his name, his family and friends, even what country he was from,”

“Programming?” you query, having not read that far ahead. You were stuck on the mind control,

“It gets pretty convoluted and there are a lot of big words,” Riley says, “In plain English, they put something in his brain. They say a bunch of words and he turns into a killing machine. Isn’t able to do anything that his handlers don’t tell him to. Doesn’t remember who he is,”

“God,” you whisper, “So he’s being forced to kill without even knowing who he’s serving?”

Riley nods, “It’s inhumane,”

You and Riley spend the next few hours going through the files. Learning about how many times Hydra froze and defrosted him, wiped his brain and reset it. How they had cut off his arm and replaced it with a metal one. There were files on every process he’d suffered and every mission he’d gone to. Every word you read made you want to be sick. You can’t imagine the life this man had to endure.

The next file Riley brings up is a video file. She glances at you for a moment, the still image displayed a metal chair with restraints and a contraption above. You swallow past the lump in your throat, and give her a small nod to play it.

It was worse than you could have imagined. Barnes is thrown into the chair, he’s silent but you can see the fear in his eyes and face. The restraints snap around his limbs, making him jump. You watch with horror as he starts breathing heavier and faster. He knew what was coming, and your stomach was churning more than ever. The contraption above the chair rotates down and he looks like he was living a nightmare. The machine fires up and from the moment it starts, so do his screams. They’re low, guttural screams, but they aren’t grunts. They’re screams of anguish. Screams of unimaginable pain.

You can’t take it anymore. The churning in your stomach has become too violent. You dart from your chair, while a hand clamps over your mouth.

“Y/N?” Riley asks as you slam the adjoined bathroom door shut. You just make it to the toilet in time. You hadn’t eaten anything all day, so your stomach has nothing to get out. But that doesn’t stop you from dry heaving into the bowl. Your eyes water, but not because of your attempted vomit. You can’t get the images of James Barnes out of your head. His screams are deafening.

Slumped next to the toilet bowl, you take a second to breathe, to make sure that there wasn’t anything to be thrown up. Once you’re sure, you slowly stand and find that your knees are weak. Taking slow steps towards the door, you take one last, deep breath as your hand grips the handle.

“Sorry about that,” you mumble as you emerge. You look up to see Riley staring at you with worry.

But then her head lurches forward. You watch as blood and brains are sprayed against the computer monitors in front of you. Letting out an involuntary scream, it takes you a moment to move. But then your instincts kick in. Spinning around, you slam the door behind you.

“They found me,” you whisper to yourself, “They found me. Oh god, Riley,” tears start welling in your eyes. You did this. You dragged your ex girlfriend into this mess, and now she’s dead.

You freeze as you hear footsteps approaching the door. Your hand flies to your belt. You’d left your gun in your bag. In the other room. Sitting beside Riley’s lifeless body. Your hand muffles your cries as your try to get a hold of yourself. If you were lucky, there would only be 1 or 2 people here to kill you. More if you weren’t. You were doomed if The Winter Soldier was here.

“Y/N,” a familiar voice coos through the door. Your stomach drops, “You are just too nosey for your own good,”

You push away from the door slightly, you hand moving from your mouth, to the wood of the door, to your forehead. It was Dale.

“We didn’t want you finding out about Hydra until we were ready for you,” his voice is laced with fake seduction and charm; it made your skin crawl, “But, lucky for you. I’m here to make you an offer.”

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Chapter Two

“Ignorance Is Bliss”

Life is good when you’re naive to the hardships happening all around.

“ED!” I couldn’t help but yell as I saw Ed Sheeran walk towards me with his usual lazy grin, a drink in hand and his head bobbing to the intense beat of the music that was blaring in the club.

“Addy” He breathed, hugging me close and I could tell that he’d been drinking for a while.

We pulled away and I saw Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson behind him. I quickly greeted the two of them with wide smiles and kisses on cheeks before I led them towards my group of friends.

As soon as we entered one of the VIP sections, I could hear distinctive voices of my group, all them chatting obnoxiously loud. Emma Watson, Daniel Radcliffe, Ellie Goulding, Bonnie Wright, Andrew Garfield, Hailey Atwell, Lily Collins and Joss Stone.

“Hey, you guys! I’m back” I said, laughing as I hugged Andrew, Hailey and Ellie, who hadn’t been there before I went to get some drinks.

As everyone greeted Ed, Harry and Louis, I sat down in my place, taking a good sip of my gin and tonic. These were just a few of the people that were actually in town and could make time tonight to come out and spend the evening with me on Emma’s pleas. We had a huge group consisting of all these British entertainment industry people that had more or less, grown up together.

“Well, I don’t know if it’s true but what? You’ve been made an Officer of the British Empire? Adelaide!” Andrew said, shaking his head at me, like I’d gone mad.

I let out a flustered laughter, oh yes, the OBE Award in December last year. I nodded meekly at him and he still didn’t have a reply.

“Yeah, I’d read about it in the newspaper months back, it makes me feel like we really don’t do enough. And aren’t you already a Fellow of the Royal Society of Arts?” Lily said, looking astonished for a second before I gave her a stern look.

“Oh shut up, Lils. You know that’s not true, it’s just, last two years have been really big for me and the organization, and yes, to that last question” I said, smiling softly at her.

“Well, what, does that make you the youngest person to receive an OBE?” Dan asked, sipping his beer readily. I nodded at him hesitantly.

“I guess, I think, I haven’t heard of anyone younger”

I turned towards Andrew, who was sat beside me, “But wait, almost everyone was there when I threw that party after receiving it last year, weren’t you there?” I asked him.

It was a huge honour, getting an OBE Award. And when Victoria had called to tell me about it, I almost couldn’t believe it, I mean people like David Bowie and Rod Stewart had gotten that award, it’s crazy to think that I was considered in their league in terms of making music.

“What is it exactly? I’ve just heard massively about it” Harry Styles said, frowning as he drummed his fingers on the table.

Hailey coughed and motioned to everyone that she’d take care of that confusion. “Wait, let me google it and we shall know what our dear Addy has been honored with” she said and I rolled my eyes.

After a few seconds, everyone’s eyes were still on her, maybe they all were drunk already. “Oh, oh I’ve got it!” She said, a little slur in her tone.

Ofcourse.

“Why are people awarded honors? The system recognizes ordinary people and celebrities who have made achievements in public life or committed themselves to serving and helping Britain. They’ll usually have made life better for other people or be outstanding at what they do. If someone is being given a civilian gallantry award, it means have been making a difference to their community or field of work and enhancing Britain’s reputation”

“Oh, well, that does sound exactly like you, I actually thought it’d be related to the army or something” Ellie said, and we all gave her a look of ‘the fuck’.

She looked alarmed as she raised her arms in defense, “Alright, alright, I’m drunk, forgive me”

“Well, it’s great and my parents were delighted, specially my mum because she got an opportunity to one up aunt” I chuckled.

Emma rolled her eyes, smiling at me, “Yeah, let us not forget you’re also related to Victoria and David Beckham” she shook her head.

Oh, yes. Since my mother was the only kid, she was incredibly close to her only cousin, Victoria, ever since their childhood. They almost did everything together and shared almost all their interests; except maybe, music. They looked greatly alike as well, and people still often call them sisters, even though they’re just first cousins.

Aunt Victoria went on to pursue her dreams and became a part of the world famous Spice Girls. She toured the world, made albums, met incredible people and became a sensation; while my mom stayed back in London, got in Harvard and graduated with honors in Law degree, joined an incredible law firm and started her career as a lawyer. But I greatly admired their will and affection for one another, Aunt Victoria eventually met Uncle David, had Brooklyn, married the said uncle and came back to the UK to settle; while my mom had met dad long ago and had married and started a family of her own.

I had a few cousins on my paternal side as well, but I’ve always been very close to Brooklyn, Romeo, Cruz and Harper, even though they’re far apart in ages as compared to me and my siblings. The family all meets and spends Christmas and New Year’s together and is as tight knit as families come.

“We’re talking far too much about me, let’s switch the topic to someone else” I said, not replying Emma.

“I heard Adele might get it this year” Joss said, and everyone started talking about that.

As the conversation switched over to Ed and his new album ‘X’, I commented how I’m in love with each and every song on that album.

“Thanks, Ad, you know that text meant a lot to me” He said, eyes shining brightly and I smiled back.

Ed had made me listen to the entire album while I was still on tour and I’d sent him a long text, reviewing each and every song on the album because I knew that was what Ed wanted; a good long description of how good he was when it came to music.

“You have such a sweet soul, Ed” Ellie sighed ruefully, looking at him with hooded eyes and I grinned at Lily as the two of them made heart eyes at each other.

Oh young love, and its wonders.

Dan and Bonnie were talking some bullshit about his new movie, well, that was before Louis sent his glass of beer tumbling all over Bonnie and her very pretty black dress. I stifled a laugh and Lily and I giggled like school girls as Bonnie turned towards him, a look of pure horror on her face.

“Louis! There are paparazzi outside by now, I’m sure, how will she step out looking like that?” Hailey almost screeched and seemed more horrified than Bonnie.

All this while, Lily and I couldn’t stop laughing at the situation at hand because, it was always Bonnie who got something dropped on her dresses. Always. It had gotten so bad last year that once she’d shown up only in gym clothes to a club because she was so done with it.

After Bonnie and Hailey left to the loo and Louis begged Harry so as to get moving as well because he didn’t want to be here when the girls came back, the two of them left soon after bidding everyone a quick goodbye.

“Oh damn, we’ve been sitting here all night” Joss said, finishing her drink and pulling Andrew on the dance floor, which cleared a way for them as Ellie made Ed follow suit.

I laughed at the look on Ed’s face and motioned Dan and Emma to go because Dan was pretty much dancing on the seat itself. Lily sighed as we were the only ones left in the area, looking at her phone.

“What?” I frowned at her.

She first shook her head and then shrugged, “Well, you know how Bonnie and Jamie broke up? And well, I’ve been working with him for Mortal Instruments, and I mean, we kinda, maybe, we kissed” She spoke really fast, her accent almost blending in with her deep breaths.

I paused, raising my eyebrow at her, “And? Does Bonnie know?” I asked.

“Nope, no, she doesn’t, yet, atleast that’s what I think” she said and I kept silent, letting her rant about her feelings.

“Does that make me a massive bitch, Addy? I’ve known Bonnie for so long. I don’t know, I don’t know what to do” She said, turning towards me.

I took a deep breath, my mind reeling. Well, it certainly isn’t the first time I’ve been through this sort of drama. When you’re friends with Hollywood royalty and musicians as just as big, you tend to have these passive wars and dramas. Especially when you’re the elite member of the ultimate girl squad of Hollywood. Taylor, Selena, Cara, Karlie, Gigi, Lorde, Haim, and over the years so many more that I don’t even remember anymore. Drama revolved around us, and only a fraction of it leaked out, fortunately.

“You’re not a bitch, Lily, don’t say that. I’m sure Bonnie would understand” I tried calming her before Bonnie and Hailey returned and saw her current state.

“Oh, but you don’t understand Addy, they were engaged” She said, hysterically, and I realized that she’d been keeping it to herself for too long.

“You’ve got to tell Bonnie, before she hears it from somewhere else” I said, trying to move the conversation in the right direction so as to show Lily that feelings are one thing that can’t be controlled.

“Take deep breaths, Lils. It’s been a good year since they broke off their engagement, she’s fine, she’s Bonnie, you know her” I said, shaking my head and trying not to see Jamie Campbell Bower in my head, I’d had enough of shit from him.

She followed my advice, locking her phone and I realized that she must have received a message of sorts from him.

“Look, you don’t have to do it tonight, alright? You know, come back home with me, we’ll have ice creams, sober up and you can rant it out all you like, but let’s not do this here, they’ll be back any time” I advised her, before offering her my hand and pulling her towards the pumping dance floor.

Bad Romance was playing and we started dancing, as immediately there were some hands on my hips, and I could tell it was someone I didn’t know before he was being incredibly hesitant about moving his hands. I didn’t do anything about it though, I knew that I deserved a night off of all the drama in my life.

As songs changed and minutes passed, I tried letting loose more, but I felt all aspects of my life weighing down and revolving inside my mind. My career, which, according to my boss was heading on massively, but was starting to constrict my love for arts, my music, which was, again according to my boss was sounding same, too similar, my family, who deserved far more of my time than they get, my life, was just starting to feel like an endless chain of recording and touring, both of which processes I loved, truly, but it was all happening so fast, that I wasn’t getting a second to stop and enjoy it.

I loved the beauty of my job, getting to pursue my passion and helping so many people along the way, the process of writing lyrics, the process of recording it, the process of releasing it, the process of arranging a tour, the process of being on tour. It was surreal, my life, and at the pace I was going at, I’m pretty sure I would be releasing my 10th album at 30.

Not really feeling in the moment, I took to step away from the dance floor, completely forgetting about the guy who was dancing with me, I was pulled to a stop when a hand caught my wrist in a lock. Looking behind me, I saw a tall man with dark hair and hooded eyes, he was clearly drunk but his smirk spoke a different story; he knew what he was doing.

“Oh come on babe, dance a while longer, what’s the rush anyway?” He said, pulling me tightly towards him and securing an arm around my back, and my eyes narrowed at him hand which was holding mine. I snatched it from his grip, elbowing his guts, right there in the middle of the dance floor.

“Don’t ever try that on any girl” I muttered, but by the looks of it, he clearly heard me. He was still bent, before I turned to leave, only to bump into a hard chest, looking up, I saw it was Brady with Kyle a few steps behind him. Rolling my eyes, I passed by them, “I handled it fine on my own” I told them, reaching our section.

“Do you want us to-“

I cut Kyle off, “No, no I think he’s understood his lesson well” I said, before picking up my purse and checking my phone to see that it was well past midnight.

I looked at my bodyguards, both of whom looked incredibly guilty, “Forget about it, lads. Get the car ready, I’ll wish everyone night” I said.

Finding whoever I could in the crowd, I wished them a goodbye and took a hold of Lily who was far too drunk to even understand what was happening around her anymore.

“Better not to leave her like this here” I muttered under my breath, stopping when I saw Emma laughing with some guy I didn’t recognize and telling her that I was taking Lily with me.

As soon as we reached the door, Brady handed me my leather jacket, which I quickly slipped over my Camilla Velvet Black Dress and took a hold of Lily’s hand once again, exiting The Met Bar. Bright lights blinded me for a moment almost instantly.

Lord, it’s after midnight and they’re still here.

Quickly paving our way through the horde of photographers, I made Lily get inside the Range Rover before I bundled inside as well. We were out of the view within the next minute and I took a deep breath.

“You know, that’s not very attractive” I laughed at Lily’s condition, the next morning, as she came crawling out of the guest bedroom and into the sitting room, flipping me off as she sat on the couch.

“Well, I hate that I drank so much yesterday, I’m never going to drink that much ever again” She groaned, and I shook my head, knowing just what a big lie that was.

“Well, I can get you a car whenever it is you want to leave, Lily” Lima said, her eyes on her laptop, intentionally.

Lily glared at me and I shrugged, grinning.

“And fuck, why is your home so bright? You’re literally sitting with all your curtains open!” She said, scrunching her eyes closed, but then opening them again to take the green tea that Gina offered her with a sweet smile.

Gina had come over in the morning with Lima. The two of them were so ready to take on the day that I almost felt ashamed of myself for even thinking of staying in the bed all day. But nevertheless, that is me on most days anyway.

“How many of my houses have you seen, Lily? Don’t you know me yet?” I chuckled, sipping my own green tea, scrolling through Instagram.

“You’re right, god, how many of your houses have I actually seen? Four, five?” She thought over.

I nodded, “Something like that”

She turned to me, her eyes more awake now, “So what’s the property deal this time? You’re fresh off the tour after all” she wiggled her eyebrows.

I paused, okay, another thing about me is that I only invest in real estate. It’s just something I do. It’s sort of become a tradition for me, I guess. Whenever I’m off tour, the first thing I do is look for a property.

I’m not crazy, I swear. But, there was a point in my life, about 5 years ago when I didn’t know what to do with the amount of money that I was making. Granted, I was young that time and so eager to make the world a better place that I have continuously been donating a percent of my money each year, which is why I’ve been named amongst the most charitable stars for 6 years running. It made me feel purposeful, so I gave funds to whatever charity or campaign actually needed it, though most of it ended up being in Africa itself.

This was also around the time I had bought Heath Hall, in Bishop Avenue, quickly making me owner of one of the most expensive property in all of Britain (well, it had cost a good hefty amount as well), but Heath Hall will always stay my baby. It was the first real estate property that I’d bought with my own money, and had spent lavishly for its interior. It was also because of Heath Hall that I’d become so interested in real estate that within the course of my 10 year career, I own 6 homes around the world.

Look, investing in property is far better than investing in anything else. And that is also one of the reasons why each album of mine is more or less recorded in different parts of the world. Its memories, I think, because when I’ll look back at this time 30 years down the road, I’ll remember them.

“I’ve already gotten one” I said quietly, trying to play it off.

Lily gasped, “Where? Oh my god, I have to plan a vacation then” She said, suddenly too excited.

I rolled my eyes, it has also become a sort of a tradition for my closest friends to use these vacations homes as their vacation home.

“Guess, give it a try”

She thought about it for a second, “I don’t know, Addy, you already have homes in all these exotic places, Greece, South of France, just- you know what, just tell me” she said.

“Sao Paolo, in Brazil” Lima answered for me, still not taking her eyes off the screen”

“Ugh, I wish I had as much money as you do” Lily groaned, shaking her head.

I gave her a stern look, “Okay, shut up now, you certainly aren’t poor” I pointed out.

“Yes, I never said I was poor; but I mean I don’t have 300 or something million dollars either” She said, raising her eyebrow at me.

“Don’t even start, Lily” I warned.

She kept her mouth shut after that, while Lima briefed me for the day.

“Well, you’ve got to tell me when you’ll be going to LA, after your meeting with Victoria, oh wait, she’ll tell me herself but nonetheless, all your philanthropic work is going to handled by Karol, you know that-“

“Lima, I get it, alright? I know what you handle and what Karol handles, don’t worry” I assured her, placing my hand over her bumping knee.

She gave me a look of relief, and for a moment I wondered if all was well with her.

All was quiet for some time, while I was still on my phone, tweeting here and there before my phone started ringing. The caller ID said ‘Elton’.

I picked it up straight away, “Elton” I said, smiling, getting off the couch and approaching my huge paneled French windows.

“Darling, how are you?” Elton John’s legendary voice spoke back.

“I’m great, tell me about yourself, I hope all is fine”

“Oh, all is more than fine, Adelaide. I just had a favor to ask you” He said.

I paused, what could Elton John want from me? Maybe this is about his charity?

“Uh, of, uh-ofcourse Elton, tell me what it is”

“I actually would have told you this long ago, but I heard you were just in town, so I figured, no time like the present, isn’t it?”

“Elton, just out with it please” I shook my head at his dramatics.

I had met Sir Elton John back when I was about 20, still very much a newbie in the industry, and he had been the most supportive veteran musician I’d ever met. He was so encouraging about new talents, that you couldn’t help but love him. And then he’d asked me to join his Elton John AIDS Foundation, which was such an incredible opportunity that opened my eyes to this whole new way of using your celebrity status that I couldn’t help but run to help him whenever he asked me with just one call.

“Gary Barlow wants you on the board of directors for the Queen’s Diamond Jubilee Concert and he’s asked me to relay this information on to you” He said.

My eyes widened, I had met Gary Barlow so many times over the years, I didn’t understand why he didn’t just call me himself but nevertheless, I was quick to tell Elton my reply.

“Oh, that’s wonderful, Addy. Why don’t you go ahead and join him and Lloyd Webber at the latter’s house. I’m sure they’ll be alright with it; they’ve been trying to write a song anyway, I reckon you could be of good help” He said, all at once.

I paused, taking a moment and then realizing that there were way too many occasions in 2012, all year long in Britain, 2012 Olympics, 2012 Summer Paralympics, and Queen’s Diamond Jubilee. And for me, as a British recording artist and public personality, it would be almost impossible not to perform and volunteer in all of those.

So probably not a tour this year.

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[harlematl]

When the wedding ring becomes recession proof.

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A Diary of A Single Man: Heavens Peak

– July 1, 2017

12:30pm 

Dear diary

–

When you deal with the young and the restless you’ll end up broken hearted. To be brutally honest, it was over before it started. 

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Don’t hate because she’s beautiful. Instead, congratulate the fool who finds the strength to walk away. Unfortunately, I wasn’t the fool. I literally fell in, head first. I was wrong from 21 jump street, so never mind me. I’m just the poor sap lying in the middle of the street with a knot on his head for a hat. There’s blood running down the side of my face with no towel in sight.  I’m a little wobbly, but I’ll be alright as soon as I hail down a cab to get me to my hotel room, to sleep this off.

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I was in South Beach at the wrong place but at the right time. She was dancing by herself in the corner of Club Cabana, a nightclub in the middle of little Havana. I have to admit, the night was lit. It was $2 Tuesday with $5 wings and $3 fries. The grease was poppin’ and the drinks were off the chain. Riding shotgun was her girlfriend Kayla whom was eating cinnamon quill sticks she had stuffed inside her purse from home. At first, I didn’t notice Kayla because I was preoccupied and couldn’t take my eyes off of the sweet and lovely butterfly dancing around and about the club. There must’ve been something in those drinks because I wasn’t thinking straight. My sore eyes started to water. She was half my age and I had mentally smacked myself hard for thinking the unthinkable. Something must’ve come over me and my imagination was getting away with itself. Like a stacked deck of loaded cards, I slipped and fell. I bust my shit wide open and I didn’t even have my first drink. As for the rest of the story, well you already know how It’s going to end. It isn’t too hard to tell. Afterwards, I somehow managed to piece my face back together and at the same time I picked myself up from off of the floor. I even found my lips and tongue flapping on the table in front of me. 

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A Diary of A Single Man: Heavens Peak

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July 1, 2017

2:00pm

Dear diary

–

The clouds over Miami are magical and despite the beauty of it all, I couldn’t ignore all that I’d later pay for.

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She was young, just the way I like them. She has beautiful, tight skin with a firm body a silver dollar can bounce off from. Breath smelt like Virgin Mary’s carnation breast milk. I was lightly seasoned; in Latin terms that means, old as fuck but with enough money in my pocket which made me cute enough. I was exactly what she was lookin’ for. She was everything I needed. Her entire physical menu was assorted and filled with edible exotic fruit to feast upon and devour. This gorgeous of a vision is nothing more than fantasy sex and money already spent. I just love the color pink. With a ring on her finger, I’m game for sport. For some men, this may come around once in a lifetime. To many men, this will be a experience to cherish forever. These are the things people read, talk and dream about but it never materialize and manifest itself into fruition.

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She has that hold your breath and count to ten, effect. I’m talking about, close your eyes and dive the fuck in, type of a frame, for a body. I mean, the hold on tight, type of a woman. The type of woman you take home saying, “Hey Mom, look what I’ve found.” This young lady was that rare type and if you closed your eyes, if you blinked too quickly, she’d instantly disappear. Okay, check this out. At this very moment I’m going to take my ass to the men’s restroom and have a chat with myself and with lil me. I need to reason with myself and spend a little mirror time before I come out. This is epic shit at my door step. I mean where’s the 100mg of Viagra? I’m overdue for some statement sex. This woman right here is three kids right behind each other without thinking. Well, let me slow my roll. Okay, maybe not the three kids but you know what I mean. But first let me place my food order, “Excuse me, waitress”.

– The shape and the flawlessness form of her legs were jaw dropping and mouth watering. I ponder how often they communicated with each other during slow motion intermission. In my head, I made up all the reasons to not pursue her. It was my body language which had a mind of its own. I was taken by surprise by her sexy. I was blown away from a distance. She had this unique force of character; a next level of determination with style and nerve to match. Her moxie was over the top with a wardrobe which stapled her swag.

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When I returned to my table things had gotten a little fuzzy and the room seemed to slow down as if I was in a time warp like as if I was in a movie.  She guided over towards me, smiling and helped herself to my fries. I said, “Is this the flavor that you savor over here my neighbor?” Baby girl, smiled and introduced herself after she had about three or four of them but at this point who’s counting. She was definitely getting her fill. When she reached for her fifth. I lightly smacked her hand and asked, “Don’t they feed you at the orphanage? Or did they kick you out for having bad manners? I mean slow down and save some for later, why don’t you. They aren’t going anywhere.” (She laughs real hard) I said, “How about I get you a drink so you can wash that down? No worries, I’m paying.” The fries obviously had her name on them. She laughed again and said, “Hi, I’m Honey thanks for inviting me over.” With a smile I said, ‘Harlem, Honey.  We shook hands and I made sure I didn’t let her hand go before I said, “If you keep eating my fries I’m going to have to claim you on my taxes.” Honey was quick with her reply, “Make sure you get the receipt with my name and telephone number to make it legit.”

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A Diary of A Single Man: Heavens Peak

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July 1, 2017

7:30pm

Dear diary

–

No money. No girlfriend.

Pick your poison.

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I’ve traveled through the roughest and the toughest neighborhoods of this nation but there was no preparation to deal with and to overcome, her smile. The smile on her face made it easy to trust. Am I a fool?  Is this love or is it lust? Either way, I’m about to find out.  Illusions from the love we made across the table opened a window of opportunity to search deep into her eyes leading to her soul. From the look of her heaven sent face, I knew my next mistake was sitting across from me. However, love is a game I’m willing to play. Honey Sweet was the only softness in me who read me like an old paperback novel folded and placed neatly inside her back pocket.

–

Her Watermelon Lips

Unforgettable Hips

Lil Bit 

Miss Slim Thick

Does The Trick

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This nightclub affair will either go up in flames or become the best experience of all time.  Honey instantly became a silent oath. “My bejesus, sweet hallelujah, The one I crave for and have this insane need for her to scratch my deepest itch.  Lourdes, my triple take. I’m gracious and thankful. Amen.” Secretly admitting to the world whom I pray and fiend for. It felt like a natural high, similar to a spaceship taking flight. Sailing freely, kinda like hang gliding over the ocean at night with the city lights sparkling in the background. This is more than I’d care to mention. I’m revealing too much information. It’s possible, a lonely heart exhales. 

– 

Heaven and hell does coexist but only one will live with a ghost in their house.

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A Diary of A Single Man: Heavens Peak

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July 2, 2017

9:36am

Dear diary

–

I had a little money saved for a rainy day. I’m chasing after someone who doesn’t belong to me and it seems like it rains in Miami every day. 

– 

The boys her age never realize all that it take to keep a strong woman in their lives. They never do all they should when they have the chance to do so. They’re too busy throwing peanuts at the great white grown elephant. Feeding her one peanut at a time. Eventually, as always, frustration sets in and the great white elephant charges. Their ego, selfish pride, their wants and their needs transform into blinders on a horse along with a leather tethered restraint which cloud their vision and range of scope. Leaving the house in a mess. They fail to walk in the house with flowers during the season of rain. During the pain they forget to hold hands and to play music which allows them to dance to the song that brought them together. After she’s gone that king size bed seems to be a little bit bigger than they last remembered. They’ll discover their girl is singing and dancing with another man. They’ll also find a way to be upset with the new guy in her life, for their short comings and they refuse to look at themselves in the mirror. It’s simply best to bury the hatchet and salvage what little they have left. Besides an ex is meant to be an ex. As hard as it may be, it serves a divine purpose. It paves a way for a new heart, a new mind, a new body and soul. The experience is necessary for the reshaping of a new spirit.  

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The old spirit inside the host would have to undergo an exorcism, before she can properly receive a new spirit.

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 The many things I wish to do…

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The exorcist enters the room, purging out of the host, old, dormant, dark spirits and replacing it with a spirit of light. The grown man effect. It’s the mature vs. the immature. Honey’s appetite demanded true grit, attention, focused passion and appreciated affection which only a grownup can provide. I was more than willing to fill her empty cup and quench her thirst. But first, Sweetie desired to be touched like a woman needs to be touched. Such treatment would require an artist eye and a painter’s gentle brush, stroking her canvas mentally, emotionally and spiritually. Her life is at a crossroad for higher learning. More than often the student desires to stand upon the shoulders of the teacher and dare to look beyond. Something many young men aren’t equipped to do generally due to their lack of experience in life.  –

A Diary of A Single Man: Heavens Peak

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July 2, 2017

3:30pm

Dear diary

– My Honey Sweet

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My heart drowns in loveless poverty. Mentally, I’m suffering from welfare reform. Physically, I’m drained & defeated. I try to keep my distance from others, especially the opposite sex. The plan is to stay focused and to stay clear from eye candy. In the end, they’ll only induce cavities and cost you pain in more ways than one. To be honest I work better as a lone warrior. I have no time for distractions. However, she has a way about herself that cuts the distance to my fortress paving a bridged gap to my heart. Honey whispered into my ear that she had seen me smiling in my sleep. I was imagining holding her tight. On the real, it was partially true. When I had awaken I was holding my pillow. It’s typical coming from a man who has taken himself out of the game. There’s something about a man who’s 5 years divorced and 7 years celibate. Time stands still for nobody. I think, I’m long overdue to have some fun.

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There’s a rumor going around that I talk in my sleep. I never verbally expressed to her how I felt. I guess, I didn’t have to. It was obviously written all over my face. I didn’t care and I’m not scared. On the second day, she had became my social counselor and my physical therapist who conducted spontaneous head trauma without warning. After all, I did pray for it. God is good and she’s always on time.

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She’s the one for me. Honey, a very sexy female one who pays close attention to detail. She represented a fresh start. Needless to say, she had me figured out.  Nonetheless, Sweetie made me a better person; a better man. She leaned over and said, “I only want what’s best for you, my love.” My mother once echoed those very words. I took it as conformation.  My Sweet, my ultimate final destiny with an awesome mind and hypnotizing body designed by the wisdom of time. My Honey Sweet. A beautiful expression that seems to stay on my mind, all the time. When baby girl kissed me on my cheek and called me papi chulo, it made me weak. Being around her I sometimes find it hard to speak. I’m done. Somebody stick a fork in me. Honey is trying to drive me crazy. I can feel the heat between us whenever we’re close. When we’re together it’s like a flame to a candle melting us into one and become wax. A long time ago, my mother warned me about women like her, those who capture your soul and take your breath away in the heat of the night while you sleep. I was young at the time and I always thought my mother was describing signs of a heart attack. 

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To this ole man, she’s an answer to a prayer I’ve made a very long time ago. (Side Bar: You’re going to allow me to dream, aren’t you?) I’d be her fool, the one who quickly dash to her rescue. Placing myself in harms way just to protect her and to protect my future. She’s a much needed a breath of fresh air. I whisper under my breath, “please don’t leave. Like two plus two my life equates to nothing without you.” This something kind of special of a lady erases all doubts and all of my maybes. My sweet. My discovered lifeline, my heartbeat which keeps me alive. She’ll always have a place and a space inside my heart and mind. Honey is apart of my personal history. I pray we’ll never part. – 

A Diary of A Single Man: Heavens Peak

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July 2, 2017

1:30pm

Dear diary

–

Big things have small beginnings.

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She surrendered her body to me as if I were the police, with little to no fight. Arms, hands and legs raised above her precious little head spelled a small tail of what’s to come. Honey Sweet only struggle was with the force from the girth of the planting of my flag, which waved so ever proudly. It was epic to say the least. It was like, one small step into her for man. One bold giant leap into her for mankind. Her face glistened, then it glowed. The light reflected off from her diamond ring only to bounce around in harmonic motion.  Blood rushing to her head leaving her feeling a little lightheaded made Sweetie a bit dizzy when she tried to sit up too quickly. From the middle of the launch pad Honey looked back at me as if the entire NASA Fleet and Florida Gator soccer team lined up behind me. The expression on her face was priceless. With a smile upon my face, I leaned over and whispered to her, “It’s just little ole me securing the goal, baby girl.  Just lil ole me.” 

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Afterwards, she told me how she love the way I hold her in my arms. Then added, I hold her in a way she had never felt before. Honey expressed, the way I hold her makes her entire body sway and tingle whereas she want to hold on tight and never let go. Sweetie mentioned, it felt like moonlight. When she made love to me it felt like her entire body was saying, “I surrender. Make me feel like I’m the only woman in the world. Do as you wish to me. Hit it like you want it. ”

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A Diary of A Single Man: Heavens Peak

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July 3, 2017

9:30pm

Dear diary

–

Her face glistened in all of her glory beneath thee

–

She taste like a 9 volt battery

When I held her

It felt like moonlight

– Her love spread as wide as the sea. Honey’s basement was deep like the ocean. My lust sprouted as big as a tree. Together we wrote beautiful music together. Our collaboration left a symbol of a ribbon in the sky. We took tours of every room. Sweetie became the thunder behind the light. Honey has this way about herself of making things better than things actually are. – She has this lingering scent of divinity about herself. A remarkable silver dollar potential with nighttime deferential. Her accent definitely turns me on. From the very moment she talk, to the way she walk and that unforgettable smile there’s a moment of clarity which becomes an epiphany which resonates an awesome beauty from the inside out. Whenever she blows me a kiss from a distance I swear I can feel it splash against my left and right cheek. –

A Diary of A Single Man: Heavens Peak

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July 3, 2017

3:30am

Dear Diary

–

  Unsettling times of reality

– Who we marry Who we settle for Who we dream about Are three separate entities Which speaks volumes about the person standing in the mirror

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(The cellphone rings with it’s unique ringtone) It was the kind of ringtone which corrected clouded vision. At the slightest glance Honey has the power to cancel Christmas without notice. I need Christmas in my life. Shit, Come to think about it I desire having, New Years Eve, Happy Birthdays and Just Because days in my life. Those special days are filled with gifts, surprises and great stories waiting to be unfolded and opened. Each and every one of them would undoubtedly be cherished.

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The power of a flower and the ocean between the rich and the poor.

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(Honey walks into the bathroom to take the incoming call.) That’s when the light hit the rock on her finger, again. It made my astigmatism twitch. My eye jumped all over the place. every which-away. I mean, how could I not notice it. The shit put me in my economic place. That shit screamed out, “BALLIN’ “.  Should ever a recession ever surface Honey will land on her feet comfortably with more than enough income left over to replenish her cup. 

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A Diary of A Single Man: Heavens Peak

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July 4, 2017

6:30pm

Dear diary

–

Who am I fooling but myself? I’m such a dreamer. – 

7 days of sunshine

1 day of rain

The dark clouds

Brought about tremendous pain

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Scented candles spark the decor. Her images above and below reflect summertime sadness. Memories of sharing 8 days with a lingering loan. The hurt before the actual pain. Knowing she’s not going to be there at the end burns a hole in the pit of my stomach. We may have spent time together but she was never mine to begin with. Babe wore a diamond I could never afford. Unless they accept payment plans. Once a woman gets a tastes of that kind of living its hard to turn away from. 

– The house is smoking because it’s on fire. At the same time there are those Who are looking for the keys to walk through the front door. I find myself smack dab in the center of ground zero. – 

A Diary of A Single Man: Heavens Peak

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July 4, 2017

10:30pm

Dear diary

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 No matter the outcome, I have to admit, I stood at the gate of heavens peak. God revealed herself and touched my shoulder. Frozen in time, I couldn’t speak but was warned to know the difference between attention, a session and a disguised present neatly wrapped is merely a road leading to a township called, deception. She allowed my arms to hold love, witness it and experience the pain of losing it. I lowered my head and began to weep. Mentally and spiritually she challenged me, made me see another reality. My eyes had became opened.

– Honey wore That symbolic flower dress, I like It made other people stop, point and stare That incredible smelling perfume she wears Is just right as it entice  Her aroma stays on my mind Morning, noon and especially at night (Yeah) A beautiful sight of an experience

The sounds of explosions heard from miles away

Smoke fills the air creating its own clouds

Fireworks light up the sky

The special effects dazzles the crowd

It’s day 4 and I still couldn’t take my eyes off of her

As the smoke clears, I awaken –

A Diary of A Single Man: Heavens Peak

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July 5, 2017

10:30am

Dear diary

–

Honey let me enter that booty Like it was a hot tub jacuzzi

Splashin’ around and about

Bubbles bursting in the air as the steam began to rise I crept inside the window of Sweetie’s hidden fruit basket Honey allowed me to take it Like a thief in the night – The things she did to me in return

The passionate bump in the night

The things we did to each other In the bedroom that night were Visions of sweet intimacy It made my entire body trembled  It made her flower blossom then bloom in its rarest form I found myself climbing the walls 

She deserved a standing ovation – I crave for more of that tight (Good Goosh) It felt similar to a locksmiths 

Vice grip Hot and spicy I’m whipped Laced with that fire Sweet Honey barbecue chips You know what I like and The exact way I like it You laid that sauce Down on me just right

The things she does with her lip gloss

Makes me hold her tight 

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A Diary of A Single Man: Heavens Peak

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July 6, 2017

9:23pm

Dear diary

–

No happiness

No wind in our sail 

– As soon as those clothes came off, the sound of her brackets jangled

She whispered in my ear, “Do you trust me?” Then poured it all over me.

I was lost for words but she made me feel like a boss – For years I’ve kept myself isolated longing

To be loved in a way that would

Crack this hard shell. I needed her And I believe she needed me We shared each other We served a temporary obsession We both made impressions Lets not fool ourselves Thinking we’re going in the same Direction – (Yes) You stay on my mind Yes, the sex was amazing It was like classic rock switching To an R&B station (A sports car shifting gears) But was it real After the roller coaster ride I had to grab my surfboard and Scamper away with the tide – Oh, how I want some more of that hot n spicey sauce (Lil Moma) Some more of that lip gloss and some more of that head trauma

(Please) A side bowl of that La La you roll Just before I go deeper than Six feet inside of your coffin

(baby) So deep you’ll start coughin’ 

(lady) After I hit you with that chefs special

(We cookin, baby”) Have you comin’ back For another refill – 

To acquire the knowledge of treating a woman, good. To give her many things to ponder in such a way it will keep her awake at night. Leaving her with the intimate feeling of goose bumps tingling across her entire body. Her mind will begin to race, develop and expand like the universe, taking her to higher heights of love and the understanding of love making. The woman who experiences such love will never be the same and will find it hard to return to child’s play.

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A Diary of A Single Man: Heavens Peak

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July 7, 2017

4:30pm 

Dear diary

– 

How quickly sweet turns sour

–

The Bumbling Bee Sting

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Love hurts and I tried to put Honey first. I was good, being by myself and on my own. I was fine the way it was, being alone. There was no drama and no headache just loneliness, emptiness and remorse. It was cool to fuck jadedly on some faded love affair on the low until she straighten out her shit at home. I couldn’t ignore her previous commitment. I saw your ring from the start. I not trippin’. I’m another name on your hit list. I knew what it was and we had fun while you were on the run. This jaded taste of love was filling for the moment. It was cool to kick it but you received those phone call you changed, had gotten it twisted and started actin’ like a lil sick bitch. They warned me about you but I didn’t believe it was true.

– You threw dirt on my name. I was doing just fine before I met you. I should’ve left you where I found you. The intoxicating fumes from this toxic relationship bubbles pealing back the layers of my skin exposing everything, leaving me naked and stripped with nothing but the shameful truth. You’re married and I was your plaything for an extended weekend. I was only fooling myself. The chills I’m feeling right about now leads me into a dark closet rocking back and forth.

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I don’t need anyone’s cold hand to hold. I’ll be a solo rider until the day I die. There’s a fire inside which keeps me alive and warm like a blanket. I don’t want Nathan from anyone. All I ever need is the air that I breath, my heartbeat and a story-line for a timeline. – As far as I can see all I need is my music, a beat, a pen, a pad and some privacy. The more time I have alone allows me to think clearly. Love is blind and I can’t waste anymore time. – Thanks to her situation, I wrap my hate blanket around my entire body on cold and lonely nights, cursing the world. I don’t need anyone’s soft touch.

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As I learn to cope and manage my anger there will be no sweet tender lips to gently kiss away the pain that reveals my hidden scars, fears and tears. Like a mummy, I’m too old to need a hand to hold. The fire which resides inside allows me to unfold a story buried  in my soul.

– 

 A Diary of A Single Man: Heavens Peak

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July 8, 2o17

9:30am

Dear diary

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So, my sweet…

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I guess this is the end my friend

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(As I watch the airplane fly across the sky) From here on, all I need is this beat in my heart, some grief, a computer to pluck at and to mistreat. My only need a ménage on lonely nights with a pen, a pad, some music, the stories in my head to escape and cheat with. – These pulsating visions keep me alive. Hate become a comforting tailor made blanket which will keep me warm at night. I wouldn’t expect for you to understand. Besides… –

My bed sheets still smell like you.

–

(The phone rings in the background)

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Harlem,

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