#hard questions jheez!!

[marleysfinest]

oh I thought I could send in as a different blog but apparently it's pisspope only ://////

FINE dealer's choice either gimme another zekey (steam it up a lil) or maybe maki if ur feelin it ??? z is the preference but I will Not say no to my girlie either

good because it's pisspope or nothing. I worship the pisspope. obviously I got ezekiel 4 u

there's a sudden clutter of shoes from the hallway, making you jump out of your skin. one in the morning was not the time to be watching a serial killer documentary, nor was it the time for your clumsy boyfriend to be stumbling through the door.

"it's me! it's me."

"jesus! fucking christ, zeke, you almost gave me a heart attack."

"sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry!"

he holds his hands above his head in surrender as he whispers his apologies, apparently trying to keep quiet now that he's already scared the daylights out of you. he tiptoes extravagantly - like a scooby-doo villain - into the living room and slumps onto the couch beside you, immediately throwing himself at you and resting his head in your lap. his hands weave around you, pulling you in as hard as he could.

"jheeze, are you alright?" you ask. it was obvious that he was drunk, but these displays of affection were few and far between. not that he was ever cold; he just wasn't a big hugger.

"don't ever leave me," he slurs. the quip catches you off guard, and you don't know how to respond. resting a hand gently on his head and brushing the thick locks of blonde hair away from his eyes, you can't help but feel your brow furrow.

"what?" you ask, "why do you say that?"

zeke remains perfectly still, eyes closed, burrowed against you.

"we ended up meeting up with some of those asshole salespeople at one of the bars. my god they're dull. they're so boring. and annoying. and rude. all they talk about is sports and fucking."

not sure that your question was answered, you struggle to piece together where he was coming from. before you can prod him for more answers, however, he offers them up readily.

"I don't ever want to be like that again. just stay here with me and give me someone to come home to and keep giving me more interesting things to talk about. give me a reason not to watch sports. give me a reason to be interesting. give me a reason to be better. please don't make me be a bro."

he's almost getting upset, but you can't help but smile and stroke his hair.

"alright, I'll stay here," you assure. he smiles gently.

"good."

within seconds, a heavy snore escapes him. great, you think. stuck, again.

[butchpardner]

1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7, 9, 12, 14, 16, 17, 22, 24, 25, 26, 30 !!

Finally answering this after probably a week in my inbox fuck

1. What does “butch” mean do you?

It means being and showing off who I am and who I want to be for myself, not because anyone expects it of me, and presenting and just existing? to be recognized, but mostly to make myself comfortable (and men uncomfortable lmao)

2. When was the first time you thought of yourself as butch?

I guess sometime like senior year in high school? But at that point I didn’t really grasp it? Like I knew the look and I was like “well I know I’m not a femme so.” but it’s fairly recently (within a year? 18 months?) that I’ve taken it more to heart as an identity I guess and not just like an aesthetic choice? Like this is who I want to be and who I am, not just a style or aesthetic choice (I have a lot of feelings and I dont quite know how to sort them out or if they even need sorting? ? ???)

3.What’s your favourite shirt?

(you already know which one!) The gray denim button down I take literally all my pictures in

5. Favourite boots/shoes?

My suede chukkas! Or the gray (silver?) ralph lauren zipper boots

6. What do you wear to dress up?

A button down, nice jeans or slacks and some boots (watch and big rings MANDATORY)

7. What do you wear when you’re lazing around?

Usually an undershirt or flannel with some jeans or sweatpants (depends just how lazy are we talking)

9. Opinion on snapbacks?

I feel like they make my head look weird but? I’ve been told otherwise?

12. Who are your favourite butch celebrities/writers?

i’m….uncultured and really can’t think of anyone off the top of my head….i feel so sad about not knowing more

14. Share a positive butch experience!

uh uh I can’t think of anything off the top of my head but just the day to day like being out and about and like. I know that they know. Like just being recognized. ESPECIALLY if I’m with a certain femme

Ah! And at the print shop! The woman who helped me had this very much like grew up in the 80s butch Look but now shes like 45 and had this really cool silver chain necklace and it’s just nice seeing older butches out and about

16.What is your favourite piece of butch media/media with a butch in it?

Books are media so and like who can name me a mainstream thing with actual canon butches in it like we’re so lacking

motherfucking

Stone Butch Blues

17. Do you experience dysphoria? If so, how do you cope?

mmm yeah in ways that I feel aren’t typical of a lot of butches (not that ive seen anyway but if im wrong hmu, lets talk dysphoria lmao) But a lot of times dealing with it is in clothes? Like I gotta break out my favorite look, something I catch a relfection of and I’m just like. Hell yeah

22. Aside from butch lesbian, do you identify as anything else? (Ex. stud, tomboy, stone)

Does baby butch/dyke count?

24. Boxers, briefs, or boxer briefs?

Boxer briefs!

25. What do you love about being butch?

I love! A lot of it! I love presenting the way I want and knowing that there are other people like me and people who like people like me and taking pride and being a big mean dyke and I love taking things that are “””for MEN””” and making them for ME! and rubbing my gay little butch hands all over everything

26. What do you dislike about being butch?

Dislike! Being grouped! With men!!!!!!!!!!

30. What makes you feel butch?

In public, seeing other butches and getting the Nod is like 11/10 very butch

But on another hand…there’s a cute little femme I know and they call me baby and i fuckiNG MELT into a puddle of butch feelings

[finelinevogue]

Can you do one where Harry take his children and YN to one of his concert and their just dancing around singing along on stage with Harry.

i love this concept so much!! i kinda of wanna make it sad though soooo it’s gonna be harry’s final show :/ hope you enjoy;

oli - 29, felix - 27, belle - 24

The concert had been amazing, but unfortunately it was coming to its’ end now.

The final show.

That’s what Harry had decided to call it; a clever play on words with reference to his first ever solo single. The last 50 years had been a rollercoaster for Harry, from growing up just a kid in Cheshire, to going on the X Factor and winning the hearts of millions and from being in the most successful band of the decade to going solo and still being absolutely beloved. Times had changed, though. Harry had changed. He had a beautiful family of 3 now, excluding his wonderful wife. His children were his universe, no question about it, but they were getting older now - Harry was getting older. He was 50 this year and with that in mind he’d decided to retire. Retiring had involved a long conversation with you, along with a bottle of red wine, about whether it was the right decision or not. But it was - is.

You had suggested he put on one final, massive show, to celebrate his life and his achievements along with all that the fans have too. Tickets were open internationally and it was being streamed on various TV outlets for those who couldn’t attend. The tickets sold within 47 seconds. 47 seconds. It was being held in the Olympic Stadium in London, because it was Harry’s home and it held the most number of people he could genuinely allow.

The concert had started with ‘Fine Line’ songs, which merged into HS1 songs with a few One Direction songs as well. The entire set list had been composed by the fans with various polls on social media, with the concert supposedly lasting 2 hours (although with support artists and a few extra surprises it was more likely going to be 3!)

It had been beautiful so far. Magical. Unforgettable.

Every chance he got, without making it grossly obvious, he looked at you. He'd told you to stick your thumbs up at him every time he caught your eye, so he knew that you were okay - and every time, you did.

The concert was coming to an end now, which everyone was dreading. How could +30 years feel like it'd only been thirty minutes? You were devastated, so you could only imagine what his fans were thinking.

"Hey!"

The end Kiwi, for the second time, strummed throughout the arena and you knew it was time for the final song. His final song.

"Mum, is this the end?" Belle asked you, from where she was standing next to you. You had been dancing together all night and gotten progressively more tired. Your feet hurt. Your throats burned. Yet, as always, it was so worth it.

"Yes, Belles, it is." You tell her, and she pouted sadly. "Dad won't want to see you sad love, okay? He can still sing to you before bed?" You teased her, reminding her of a time when Harry would do such a thing, not wanting her to be all sad. It was supposed to be a celebration, but even you could admit that is was pretty hard-hitting.

"Really mum?" She asked.

You booped her nose annoyingly, before answering. "Every night if you want him to."

The lights changed from their green tone, thanks to Kiwi, back to a bright, white light. It beamed on Harry, making him look even more like the angel that he is. He dragged his microphone back to the centre stage and took a deep breath for beginning a speech he'd told you he'd prepared.

"So this is it, my friends." He laughed sadly into the microphone. He brushed his hair back and took out his in-ears to hear the audience. They were all awwing and crying, but what else did you expect? Their favourite artist was retiring - who wouldn't be crying a river?

"I, um. I'd like to take a bit of time to thank certain people." He coughed, something he always did after performing Kiwi due to his asthma. You thought it was lovely that he'd planned a speech to thank his management and crew. They did so much work backstage and you definitely didn't think they got enough credit for their hard work.

"Okay. I've made a little list..." Harry pulled out a tiny bit of crumpled paper from his pocket. "Just in case I forget anyone." He joked to himself, but made everyone laugh anyways. "So I guess first off, I should start with you lovely people." He pointed around the whole stadium, showing he was talking about the fans. "What you have done for me is indescribable. I think to myself, everyday, am I worthy of even being here—"

"Yes!" An army of agreement echoed around the arena, making Harry stop, blush and smile to himself.

"Well thank you! Um. You have been the best fans ever, and I know you will continue to be. I know you don't owe me anything, but all I ask you to keep loving yourselves and treating people with kindness, because I know I can count on you lot to do that, for me." He sniffled at the end, making you bite your lip to prevent the tears from falling for you. He looked so vulnerable right now, but you knew he'd be feeling on top of the world.

"Jheez." He sniffles again. "That's one thank you down and i'm already crying." He looked to his band to share the joke with.

“Dad’s such a wuss.” Oli laughed, holding his arm around Beas waist, making the people around you chuckle in agreement.

“Shut up you - Mr-tears-in-your-eyes!” You pointed out, laughing as he flipped you the bird - which then got him a hit off his grandma Anne.

All of Harrys family and friends were here, in a special cornered off section. It was such a thoughtful thing for Harry to do. All his family, and a fair few of yours, were sat down along with Harrys closest friends. Everyone was sharing laughs and drinks, whilst using every inch of space to dance along to your husbands boastful music.

"Secondly, my touring family. From Jeff and Ben, to Sarah's Kitchen, Adam, Mitch, Sarah, Charlotte and Nyoh, not forgetting everyone backstage and behind the lights, music and cameras. You've all been the greatest. Everything you do is second to none. You're all talented, warm-hearted, people whom I will carry in my heart forever. Thank you." You noticed members of the crew and band starting to tear up now.

"Moving on to my boys. We've been through it all, lads, and I couldn't have asked for four better brothers than you all. Louis. Liam. Niall. Zayn. Thank you." Everyone cheered ten times louder, maybe because this was as close to a One Direction reunion as the fans were ever going to get, but definitely because Harry had mentioned Zayn. You saw a girl faint at the mere mention of all the boys in the same sentence. The boys lifted up their beers to Harry, stood close by to where you were standing.

"I guess I should say thank you to the women who made all this possible. Mum. Gem. Thank you for signing me up all those years ago. Thank you for believing in me. You've made me the - crap, sorry! - the man I am now and I love you both." Harry prayed to them both, whilst bowing, and swiftly wiped away the tears afterwards. Anne and Gemma, on the other hand, were proudly crying.

"Ol, Fix and Belles. You rascals make me get out of bed every morning and give me more of a purpose in life. You four give me so much joy and happiness. I love you all, even if you do drive me up the wall on an early Saturday morning! Thank you, my loves." You stood close to all your children, giving them the support they needed in this moment. Belle was crying against your chest, the ever-so-emotional woman she was. Felix was stood up, with Heather, with his drink raised to his dad. Oli was to your side, trying to remain cool and stoic, but you still caught the tears that ran down his face.

"Now." The audience calmed down again after awing over your babies. Harry cleared his throat before beginning again. "This evening keeps on reminding me of a very special person in my life. Someone who is my everything and that's my beautiful wife, Y/N." His words make your breath hitch in your throat. You never expected him to say anything about you. I mean, what had you done?

"Mum." Belle called out to you, in affirmation that this was real.

"She's more than just a wife. She's a lover. She's my muse. She's my best-fucking-friend, apologises for swearing but sue me. I was hesitant to let go of all this, at first. What would I do with myself now? You know? People tell me i'm 'happiest on stage', and for a time that was true. Until I met Y/N. She's made me realise that family makes me the happiest. She makes me the happiest." He jumped down off stage, taking the microphone with him. He ran his hands along the fans in the front row, but had no intention of stopping until he met you.

You felt Belle leaving your side, but you were too captivated by Harry to fully understand what was happening.

"So what am I going to do now, you ask? Well..." Harry cheekily smiled at you. "I'm going to make her the happiest woman alive, just as she makes me the happiest man." You began to cry again and the chorus of thousands of fans clapping and screaming surrounds you, only to all stop when his lips meet yours. He tasted like a combination of salty sweat and mint, but he was home. After a minute of crying, kissing and 'i love yous' , Harry ran back to the stage before Jeff could shoot him.

"Thank you all. All my love." He said whilst adjusting his microphone. "Please sing along if you know the words." He asked, full well knowing every single person will be screaming out the lyrics to him.

"Just stop you're crying it's the sign of the times. Welcome to the final show. Hope you're wearing your best clothes."

[rebelwrites]

One More Chance - Part Three

Clay Spenser x Reader

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This Months Writing

Life had changed over the last year, after six months of debating whether you could be around Clay again you bit the bullet and moved back home, you missed your brother and the rest of your family so you moved in with Jase whilst you found yourself another job and got on your feet.

The night you turned up at the bulkhead with your suitcase in tow you got tackled to the ground when everyone realised you were coming home, and just as expected the night ended up with you finishing a bottle of whiskey on your own, and because you ended up so drunk you may have kissed Clay when you went outside for a smoke. That was the kiss that set things in motion and for the last six months you had been sneaking around, not letting anyone know you were seeing him again.

Laying in bed with your head on Clay’s chest, you ram your fingers down his chest, getting lost in the sound of his heart beat.

“I should really be heading back” you whispered looking up at Clay, “As much as I don’t want to, it’s getting late and I know soon Jase will put a ping out on my phone”

“I just wished we didn’t have to sneak around” he whispered “But I understand why, Jase isn’t going to be happy to know we are back together after last time”

“Hey” you said propping yourself up on your elbow. “That’s in the past now baby, we were both young and maybe a bit stupid, we are completely different people to who we were but we talked things through and we are good now, so no more bringing up the past”

“Jase isn’t going to see it that way though” he said softly.

“You leave Jase to me” you laughed, placing a soft kiss on his shoulder “Now I have ten minutes before I need to leave and I don’t know when I will be able to come over again this week so I need more cuddles”

Nothing could wipe the smile off your face as you closed the door as quietly as you could, the last thing you needed was to disturb your brother. But the moment you locked the door, placing your keys on the side and locked your trainers off the living room light turned on making you jump.

“Fuck you gotta stop doing that” you breathed placing your heart over your chest as you spun around to see Jase sitting on the sofa with his arms folded over his chest.

“Where have you been?” He asked standing up.

“Jheeze you sound like dad” you laughed leaning against the door frame “and just out with a friend”

“That’s the third time this week you have come in late” Jase stated.

“Can’t I have friends now big bro” you smirked.

“There’s a guy, isn't there?”

“Definitely sound like dad now Jase” you laughed “And even if there was I wouldn’t be telling you now would I? Now can I go to bed now or you got some more questions you wanna ask me?”

“Just looking out for you sis” Jason said pulling you into a hug. “That’s all”

“I’m a big girl now Jase” you laughed “I will see you in the morning”

Before he could say anything else you ran up to your room, shit was starting to get harder to hide, you didn’t know how everyone would react to finding out you and Clay got back together, especially Jase and Ray, they knew the heartache you went through but this time was different. You both sat down like adults, talked things through and got everything out in the open.

You couldn’t lie, you were the happiest you had been in years, no matter who you dated after Clay you always found yourself comparing them to him no matter how hard you tried not to. Climbing into bed you left Clay’s hoodie on, thank god Jase didn’t click onto who the hoodie belonged to. Letting the smell of his aftershave be what you needed to fall asleep.

The sound of the guys laughing woke you up, it was too damn early for them to be this loud. Rolling out of bed you quickly pulled the hoodie off getting changed into a long sleeve shirt and a pair of pyjama shorts before you headed downstairs.

“Morning assholes” you grumbled as you headed straight for the coffee machine. “It is far too early for you to be this loud”

“Maybe if you didn’t get back home at god knows what time after sneaking around with this friend then you wouldn’t be so tired” Jase smirked.

“Like I said last night you aren’t my dad” you said pulling your phone out to see a text off Clay making you smile at your phone as you quickly texted back.

“Oh there’s definitely a guy” Jase stated “You never smile at your phone”

“Oh shit” Ray laughed “Come on then Baby Hayes, who is the unlucky lad”

“Can’t a girl have a private life?” You sighed running your hand through your hair.

“Nope” Sonny smirked. “So come on it all makes sense now, you are more smiley recently, always texting and always bailing on us”

“Yeah come on Y/N tell us” Clay smirked, leaning his head on his fists. “We are all dying to know”

“Do you know what I’m going back to bed” you laughed grabbing your coffee, “I don’t need interrogating first thing in the morning”

Once you had left the kitchen Sonny turned to Clay.“Right whilst we are on the subject of people being more smiley, what’s new with you brother” Sonny smirked.

“Can’t I just be happy?” Clay asked, feeling all eyes on him. Feeling his phone buzz in his pocket, pulling his phone out he saw a text from you making him automatically smile.

“See there it is again, that smile” Sonny said slamming his hand on the counter.

“And with that I’m out” Clay laughed slipping his phone in his pocket to head out to meet you at the small little coffee shop you had found.

After about 15 minutes you came running down the stairs, running into the kitchen grabbing your car keys off the counter.

“Thought you were going back to bed?” Jase asked, raising his brow with you being fully dressed.

“Change of plans” you laughed “I’m going out and no I don’t know when I will be back” Making your way around the guys giving them a hug “Where did Clay go?” You asked, keeping up appearances.

“Dunno, he got a text and then dipped” Jase shrugged.

“His loss he missed out on my awesome hugs” you laughed “Right losers I will catch you later.”

The moment the door slammed close, Jase ran his hand over his face. Things just completely clicked into place, and everything made sense.

“Wait you don’t think?” Ray asked.

“That they are back together?” Jase sighed “Everything makes sense now, the nights that Y/N gets home late are the same nights Clay bails on us, and even when they are in the same room they are both always on their phones texting”

“Did anyone notice that she was wearing Clay’s hoodie?” Sonny asked.

“I’m going to fucking kill her and him” Jase snapped. “Didn’t she learn from the heartache?”

“What’s the plan?” Ray asked.

“I’m going to get the truth out of her” Jase nodded “And it’s happening tomorrow, I want to make sure that I’m not putting two and two together and getting five, then I am going to have a little talk with Clay”

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[fellulahh]

Lucifer x MC x Satan Fic - Part 5/???

Read Parts 1-4 here!

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Satan smiled at her warmly as she began to relax. In all truth, he thought MC would look good in anything she wore; even a bin bag.

But I suppose he’s a bit biased.

-

Frowning as he looked down at the kitchen counter, Lucifer began preparing lunch. MC was scheduled to be on food duty for the week but after the way he treated her, the eldest brother felt obliged to take the responsibility off her hands.

Ever since their evening together in his study, Lucifer had felt an overwhelming feeling of dread. Not only did he regret what he said, he also felt awful for hurting MC. His mood had only worsened too, for after seeing her in Satan’s clothing and the pair of them leave to get a drink, Lucifer could only assume the worse.

Would she really sleep with Satan to make her feel better?

He couldn’t be angry though. After all, it was him who pushed her away. Lucifer wanted to know exactly what had happened after that night but another part of him refused to think about it.

“You insolent fool.” He seethed quietly to himself as he chucked some vegetables into a pan.

All day his mind had been racing. He’d tormented himself again and again over the human staying with them; he couldn’t understand why he refused to think about her. ‘If it’s only because she’s a new face why do I get so defensive?’ He questioned himself in his head.

Before long, he’d fallen into a daydream as he pondered over the unfamiliar sensation in his chest. Lucifer hadn’t realised, but while his mind was distracted, he began burning dinner.

“Drat...” he muttered, quickly turning the nobs of the oven.

Meanwhile, entering the room, Belphie scrunched his nose at the smell of the burning food. “Jheez Lucifer, you trying to poison us today?” He mumbled, approaching the eldest brother.

Close behind him was Beel.

“I thought MC was on lunch duty today?” The orange haired demon questioned.

“She is - I just thought she might like a rest this week so I have taken all of her duties.” Lucifer answered, not taking his focus off the food in front of him.

“Why does she get special treatment?” Belphie asked offended.

“Because I upset her, Belphegor.” Lucifer sighed, “and now I am going to do what I can to make up for it.”

“where is she...?” Beel asked suspiciously.

“She’s out.” Lucifer answered simply.

“Out?” Belphie asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Her and Satan have gone out together.” He muttered.

“Like a date?” Beel questioned surprised.

“I don’t know!” Lucifer breathed dramatically, “all I know is she came down today flaunting his shirt on her body before they left together.” He accidentally admitted.

As soon as the words left his mouth he regretted it. It wasn’t like Lucifer to allow himself to be so petty.

“Wait, she was wearing his shirt?” Belphie laughed, beginning to piece Lucifer’s words together.

“Uh oh...” Beel mumbled.

“What? What is it?” Lucifer questioned suddenly in a panic. What were they understanding that he didn’t?

“Nothing...it’s just that if there’s a reason you’re giving MC special treatment, I’d act on it fast.” Belphie sniggered.

“What are you insinuating?!” Lucifer asked, frustrated by his ambiguity

“Good luck, that’s all I’ll say.” He tittered before leaving the room.

Glancing at Beel in a moment of desperation, Lucifer looked at him expectantly. He didn’t anticipate the regretful look the sixth eldest had on his face though.

‘Why does he look like he’s knows something I don’t?’

“Should I even ask what your twin is implying?” He sighed, turning away.

“I think you already know.” Beel spoke quietly, making his way to the door.

As he walked past Lucifer, he put a quick, supportive hand on his shoulder before leaving. Before he could send his mind into overdrive, he heard the front door open; MC and Satan were home.

Lucifer’s body immediately stiffened. All he could picture were them both giggling to one another as they walk through the door hand and hand. ‘Stop torturing yourself!’ He scolded

“Lucifer?” A soft voice asked from behind him.

Just hearing her voice made his shoulders relax entirely. Spinning on his heel, Lucifer shot MC a surprised expression as he held a wooden spoon in his hand. She had a confused look on her face; she hadn’t expected to be greeted by the eldest brother. MC had practically frozen on the spot as soon as she saw him.

“MC.” He nodded seriously, “how are you?”

“I am concerned as to why you’re in here considering it’s my turn on food duty this week?” She questioned quietly as she narrowed her eyes. Her voice was a little harsh as she put up her defences.

Sighing, Lucifer placed the spoon down on the side. “I wanted to do something nice for you.” He admitted quietly, “...after our evening yesterday.”

“Oh...” MC breathed, unsure what to say.

“I never meant to upset you.” He insisted, leaning against the counter to share her gaze. His face hardened when he noticed she was still wearing Satan’s shirt. “Did you have a nice morning with my brother?” He asked, a small tone of spite in his voice.

“I did.” She nodded simply, “I’m very grateful for Satan actually - he helped me a lot last night.”

“I bet he did.” Lucifer muttered accidentally.

MC furrowed her eyebrows at his comment. Why was he being so off with her after he was the one to turn her away. “Excuse me?” She asked quietly, “Why are you being so cold?”

“I’m sorry.” He practically whispered, shaking his head. “I don’t know what got into me - it’s been a difficult 24 hours.”

MC momentarily remained silent as she questioned in her mind what he meant. Why was it difficult for him?

“For you and me both...” she breathed as her shoulders slumped.

Glancing up at her, Lucifer’s expression saddened when he saw her glassy eyes; the same ones she had after he told her not to express her feelings to him. He couldn’t bear to he the one to cause that sadness within her.

Moving away from the counter, he slowly approached MC until they were face to face. Well, chest to face in this case. Lucifer’s face softened as he gazed upon her while MC’s eyes widened. She could already feel her heart beating hard in her chest from the close proximity of them both.

Even she could see the troubled look the eldest brother had in his eyes; his emotions weren’t only known by him now. MC couldn’t utter a word as she gawped up at Lucifer.

Cautiously, he lifted a hand. MC’s breath hitched in her throat when she felt him move toward her. Gently holding one of her hands in his, Lucifer sighed.

“I care about you ever so deeply, MC.” He admitted quietly.

MC’s mind raced. THIS is the sort of sign she always assumed meant love! How could she not think it implied that?! Thinking back, Lucifer never actually explicitly said he didn’t love her...did he?

“I don’t understand you...” she whispered concerned as she allowed him to hold her. “What about yesterday?”

Once again his eyebrows knitted. “The only words I want you to focus on are the ones that I’ve told you now.” He insisted, “now please rest while I cook you lunch - there’s an iced coffee in the fridge for you if you’d like it...unless Beel has drank it.”

“Thank you.” MC nodded to herself.

Lucifer didn’t want to let go of her hand but he knew he had to. If they stayed there in that moment for any longer, he’d eventually have to admit to himself that he felt something for her. But unfortunately, his mind wouldn’t allow that.

“It’s the least I could do.” He breathed before moving away, back to the cooker.

MC had a small blush on her cheeks as she remained just staring at him for a moment. Her eyes fell on the muscles on his back that she could see through his shirt. Then they moved to his hair, oh his hair. She adored the way small strands flopped in front of his face as he tendered to the pans on the stove.

Sheepishly, she made her way to the fridge, pulling out the iced coffee he’d mentioned. MC stole one last glance at Lucifer which he returned quickly. Even though it was only for a split second, feeling those crimson eyes fall on her made MC melt while Lucifer felt the exact same.

For the first time that morning she felt completely at ease as she walked back out of the door, passing Asmo on the way. Although Satan had cheered her up, there was still a sinking feeling deep in the bit of her stomach that seemed to now be slowly vanishing.

Glancing over his shoulder at MC, Asmo smirked to himself as he watched her leave the room. ‘That shirt doesn’t belong to her!’ He thought as his lustful mind went crazy.

Skipping into the kitchen, he almost made Lucifer jump as he crept up behind him. “Why don’t you ever say you care deeply for me? Am I not good enough?” He questioned with a playful pout on his lips.

Lucifer was taken aback by his brothers appearance. “Has anybody ever told you it’s rude to eavesdrop on people’s conversations?!” He asked quickly, narrowing his eyes.

“Oh please, I could practically smell the sexual tension from a mile away.” Asmo waved a hand casually, “speaking of sexual though, I hadn’t realised MC and Satan were so close!” He giggled, making Lucifer grow stiff.

“They merely went out for a drink, Asmodeus.” Lucifer mumbled as he stirred the pan.

“They went on a date too?!” He asked mesmerised, “why did nobody tell me this?! First I see MC emerge from Satan’s room this morning, then I see you two having a tender moment and now I find out they went on a date?!”

“If you don’t mind Asmodeus, I am trying to prepare lunch. Please refrain from playing Cupid.” Lucifer muttered annoyed.

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Looks like the brothers are beginning to catch on! Do you reckon Asmo is Team Lucifer or Team Satan?

[softhourswithru]

Let me fix it

Mechanic AU! Hawks X Reader

Authors note : yes this is my first time writing a BNHA imagine. I hope whoever sees this enjoys the fic so💕 I was scrolling thru my timeline and saw this fan art and my brain jus clicked and I had to write sumthin about it :D

Summary: your motorcycle had broken down and you managed to get the best person to fix it for you. Only if you give him a lil something back.

(Creds to the artist)

You were heading home early from work, you were too stressed out the work load was more than usual and your motorcycle broke down from some weird reason which resulted in you coming late in a few days. You had managed to finish the work load off and now heading home. But your day isn’t ending yet, you had to bring your motorcycle to the mechanics to get it fixed you cant afford coming late everyday can you now. 

Your motorcycle was your precious baby, some people didn’t believe you even rode a motorcycle cause of your small stature but their reaction was funny to you. Getting off the train you quickly jogged home realising you had to be at the place soon. Dropping your bag off and changing into a black hoodie and leggings with your hair out you dashed out to the place. It was quite a run to the destination and you mentally told yourself that this will cover the exercise for the week. You came in view of the garage and saw your motorcycle resting on the wall. You clutched your phone and walked in, it was awfully quiet and no one was here.Looking around the place it was quiet messy but it didn’t surprise you after all these guys are too busy fixing cars etc. Suddenly your foot hit an object which you looked down and bent to pick up. 

“well well well finally a good welcoming sight for once” the deep voice startled you, you picked the object up and turned around to face the guy. Your face flushed red which you realised he was still checking you out. 

“y/n right?” you nodded your head and looked some where else to calm yourself down. He chuckled. 

“so your here for your motorcycle right princess?” princess?! 

“uh yeah i dont know what the problem is.” your voice came out so small jheez speak up y/n. You felt entranced by his stare. He grunted. 

“well why don’t you take a seat and i’ll look for the problem. You want a drink?you headed for the chair and nodded your head. 

“im fine thank you.” giving a shy smile which he smirked back.

Silence entered the room the warm sunset slowly oozing in. Your eyes wandered over the mechanic his stained tank top hugging his body perfectly and baggy tracks loosely on him, his rough hands working around your motorcycle. You have never come across a guy that would give such a hard affect on you. You let yourself daydream of him while he works, he can’t see you right now so you let yourself go. 

“so what do you do for fun princess” He turned around to face you while grabbing a tool, you were so deep in thoughts you didn’t even realise he asked you a question. 

“so i guess daydreaming is one of your hobbies” you coughed and started to awkwardly laugh. 

“nice joke but i like to go out i guess mainly to like an arcades or the park” you started to feel a lil embarrassed. 

“whats your name?” “Keigo takami but you can call me hawks.” 

You giggled “hawks?” Keigo smiled back at you.

“Yes sweetheart my friend gave me the name” you flushed at the nickname.

“And who gave you the right to call me princess or sweetheart hawks” you teased. Keigo took a few steps towards you till he was right infront of your face. You stood up.

“Cause I can sweetheart, ever since you walked in the garage your cute little aroma is driving me crazy.” You were stuck in your place underneath him. He was way taller than you. His hands snakes around your hips and pulled you close which allowed him to bury his face in the crook of your neck.

“What is more cute is that I got you wrapped around my finger.” His deep voice sent waves down your body and quickly afterwards he started to pepper your neck with kisses.

You brang your hands up to tangle up in his hair. The both of you was so occupied you didn’t realise the person who walked in.

“You know kei you have a bedroom for a reason. “ keigo groaned.

“Dabi just because your girlfriend isn’t here doesn’t mean you can pick me on me” you stayed in keigos arms and flushed your face in his chest too embarrassed to look at the individual who caught you two.

“Yeah yeah but take your love romance to the bed we can’t have the garage smelling like sex” dabi laughed.

“Says you who stained that car” keigo spits out. The comment made you feel excited but also a lil uneasy. Imagine if you and keigo did do it on your motorcycle.

You looked up to see keigo smiling at you.

“I’m sorry that’s just my close friend. He works with me.” You gave a lil smack on his chest.

“Ow what did i do to deserve that” your pink face gave him an answer already.

“Awwh it’s okay sweetheart. But it’s getting late soon and you must be tired so why don’t we hang out on the weekend.” He put his hand under your chin and made you face him.

“What if I say no” keigo gave you a fake hurt face but quickly changed to a smirk.

“Well you cant really say no cause I’m not gonna give you an option to. So on Saturday I better see your cute ass at the garage alright sweetheart.” He laughed and crashed his lips on you.

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- so I hope you guys are doing well and enjoyed this small imagine. I’ll be writing more soon and I’ll be doing different characters with different aus.

-if you want you can put in an ask for a character and au for example shinsou Alpha Au!

- Love Ru 💕

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[chrisevansbabymama]

Daddy Hair Care - Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Chapter 2 - Mommy’s Boy:

Chris. Was. Bored.

He looked at Dodger with envy, as he was sound asleep on his little bed. If only he could fall into a nap to cure his boredom, but it seemed the harder he tried the more alert he became. Without Mya around, he always noticed how quiet it was and how such a small person could occupy so much of his space and time. He wasn’t complaining, at all. His eyes scanned the living area of their suite; her toys were neatly strewn here and there, serving as a reminder of her absence. Her little tea-party table hosted two teddy bear guests that sat on separate chairs, the other two empty; reserved for Chris and herself, and a little space in between with stacked cushions for Dodger because she didn’t want him to feel left out.

Now Chris wished she was there: poking his ear, playing with his beard, painting his toe nails, smothering Dodger in hair gel, watching cartoons all day long and pouring him fake tea and pretending to eat cupcakes. Sometimes they bought real food for the tea party but they mostly ate it at the big dining table because Chris couldn’t last long in that small space.

Clearly, his life was all about Mya, Dodger and scripts. Even more now, that he’d brought Mya with him to New York for the next few months whilst he was rehearsing for Lobby Hero, she was his priority. He wasn’t too sure how it was going to work once the shows started; whether it was fair to have her shared between Seb or his assistant Tiffany, or if he would rather just take her back to LA to stay with her grandma. The latter seemed to be a more stable solution for her because soon after his Broadway days, he would be filming his last Avengers installment, which meant more time away from home and her. His heart ached at the thought, he’d bonded so much with her in the last few weeks that they had been in New York together and had seen so much growth in her every day. He feared that very soon he’d be missing out and hearing about it over the phone from her grandma. It just wouldn’t be the same. She was picking up new words, new habits and even copying his behaviours; which he often found funny.

“Oh man!” she would exclaim if she dropped a toy or made a mistake.

It used to be ‘oh shit,’ (well, only once) because she’d heard it from none other. Chris quickly realised how much of a sponge she was, even when he thought she wasn’t watching or listening; he would later see her exhibit his behaviours.

Or she’d greet Dodger with a, “Hi buddy,”

And in the mornings, she copied her dad’s routine too; she would brush her teeth with him, wash her face and splatter water everywhere, and mutter a small “oh man.” After brushing their teeth and washing their faces, Chris would pick up a script or newspaper to read over breakfast, Mya would bring her drawing pad. Breakfast was always a fruit platter and dry seeded bread; or plain oatmeal with just a drizzle of honey since he was slowly easing into his Cap diet. Mya drew the line at the dry seeded bread though, she preferred white bread smothered in butter and jam, and instead of a coffee or green juice like her dad, an orange juice was her go-to. Chris always diluted it because he found out that Mya and sugar were a dangerous combination, add Dodger to the mix and it was a real fucking party.

“Yuck!” she grimaced at the oatmeal once when Chris had tried to get her to try something new.

“One bite, look, daddy’s putting Nutella in it,”

“No, don’t want it, yuck,” she then fake gagged, making Chris stop immediately, sighing and gave in to her demands of jammy toast and a bowl of strawberries.

“What kid doesn’t like Nutella?” he mumbled to himself.

Chris finally pushed his hair back and compartmentalised the wistful spiral of thoughts and checked his phone, hoping that maybe Sebastian had texted to say she wanted to come home. He wouldn’t even mind if Mya had decided she missed her dad too much and cut their little ice cream date short. He was regretting telling Sebastian to bring her back when the sugar had worn off. Checking the time on his phone; it’d only been an hour since they’d left and it was going to be a while until they came back. He exhaled, and called the best person to help him get him out of his misery, before he let the thoughts build up and exacerbate his anxiety.

So Sebastian was right, Chris concluded begrudgingly as he held the phone to his ear; his life truly evolved around Mya, Dodger and scripts.

“Hey ma,” he said.

“Hi honey, I was just about to call you once I unpacked,”

“Unpacked?” Chris enquired.

“The grocery - I’m just coming in from the market, I’m hosting a dinner tonight,”

“Just what I wanted to hear to make me homesick,” he laughed softly.

“You okay sweetie?” Lisa asked, pausing deciphering her son’s deflated tone.

“Yeah, just feel...empty…bored. Mya’s gone out with her best friend Seb, and Dodger is sleeping. I don’t know what to do, usually at this time we’ll be watching Curious George together or at the park or debating what to eat for lunch,”

“Aaw, that’s normal,” Lisa said. “You just need to find something to do to without her. It’s okay to have an independent life outside of her, it’s not good for both of you to always be in each other’s space,”

“It’s hard, I’m trying to let go, but I feel bad if I don’t spend much time with her because once my shows I won’t be around much and then it’ll be Avengers soon after and we’ll have to be away from each other again,” Chris explained. “I seem to cope better with this when she’s not around because then I’m not physically in close proximity to be so protective of her,”

“But think of it this way; once you finish with this Avengers film, she’s all yours. You did say you wanted to take a break after and let her go to school,” Lisa reasoned.

Chris nodded, as if his mom could see. “Yeah, you’re right. I guess it’s just still getting used to this parenting thing,”

“And you’ll keep learning. Use your time alone to rest and unwind, or go out, some ‘me-time’ will be good for you,”

“Mmhhh,” Chris contemplated, he wondered if that would make him selfish. He quickly snapped out of the thought. “Jheeze, Chris, such a downer. Who’s coming to dinner?”

Lisa laughed at her son, imagining his face as he ridiculed himself, “Your uncles, Scott, Shana, Carly and the kids. It was Scott’s idea. Think we’ll be seeing you here anytime soon?”

Chris bit his bottom lip, racking his brain quickly for his schedule; “I have a week off in a month, I don’t know where Mya will be. I’ll figure something out,”

“Would be good for you to take sometime out and switch off, and have her here to play with her cousins,”

“I need it, maybe we could do Disney with her. She’d love it,”

“Maybe more you, than her,” Lisa corrected, knowing very well, that any excuse for Chris to go to Disney, he would exploit it.

“There’s some truth in that,”

The conversation progressed with Chris asking what was on the menu for dinner; he really missed home. He loved his mom’s cooking, being around his siblings and their kids, and friends and their kids too. Boston gave him that respite to be just himself and fully relax which he couldn’t do here in New York, the fact that he was living in a hotel, (which wasn’t a luxury that he took for granted) served as a reminder of his double life. Even his home in LA, the extravagant house tucked in the hills with other celebrities as neighbours, was of the same sentiment; but nothing ever compared to Boston. He found it more grounding and the pace of life was slower, no one cared who he was there nor even noticed him, because in Boston no one is ever looking to spot a celebrity.

It made him terribly homesick to know that his family was going to be gathered under one roof and enjoying each other’s company, whilst he sat alone in a hotel room, not sure if his daughter would even be back to join him for dinner.

“So, if you do come to Boston in a few weeks, should I expect a guest?”

Chris could tell by his mom’s intonation that she wasn’t talking about a friend like last time, when he’d visited with Seb. She was referring to a woman. For some reason when his mom brought up the topic about his dating life, he didn’t mind so much; supposedly he knew he couldn’t be defensive with her like he was with his friends, she could read him like a book, even over the phone. He was always honest with her because she always gave him the space and opportunity to be vulnerable with her; the same kid that ran home at 13 years old to tell her he’d just lost his virginity.

“Afraid not, it’ll just be the three of us as usual,”

“Are you looking? Have you been dating – because you have been quiet the last few weeks, I thought someone’s come along and stole your attention,”

“You can blame my new schedule and these two kids of mine,” he said referring to Dodger as well. “And no, I haven’t been looking or dating. I just don’t have the time,”

“You do right now in this very moment, Chris,” Lisa challenged.

“You say it like I can just walk outside and pick a woman,” Chris scoffed.

“You know what I mean, I’m just saying,” Lisa reasoned. “And it’s been so long since you’ve been on the scene, you might lose your charm if you keep away,”

Tickled by her honesty, Chris drew his head back with laughter, “Wow, my own mother ladies and gentlemen,”

“I just want you to be happy,”

“I am ma,”

“Yeah, but there’s something missing. Do you really want the only company you keep around you to be a toddler and a dog that you can’t have adult conversations with? Is this why you’re always on Twitter now?”

Chris roared with laughed again, this time his hand grabbing his left pec, slightly offended but she was actually right. He would find himself berating Donald Trump on his TV screen and look to Dodger and Mya in shock for their support.

“Can you believe this guy?” he would ask exasperatedly, receiving nothing in return but questioning glances from the dog and toddler. He would then go on his Twitter and continue his rant, starting a dialogue with his congregation of followers or his industry allies.

“You’re unbelievable,”

“Food for thought Chris. Speaking of food, I really have to go start prepping all this, Facetime you later when everyone’s here?”

“Yes, please do,”

“Give my grandbaby a hug and a kiss for me, okay? I love you,”

“Love you ma,”

Before hanging up, Lisa fired her one last shot, “And join Tinder or something, that’ll cure your boredom,”

Chris chuckled in disbelief when she hang up abruptly after her Tinder proposal. Clutching a cushion to his chest and deciding to take his mom’s advice – not to join Tinder, but to revel in his quiet time, he put the phone on the table. He was going to count sheep until sleep consumed him, because frankly he needed the rest. Tomorrow was going to be a busy day, and he would need all the energy he could muster to spread evenly across his Lobby Hero rehearsal, interview with Jimmy Fallon, and a press event in the evening.

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Chapter 3

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Chapter 2 - Imma Show You a Thing or Two

“I’ve done this before, not like this.”

Chapter 1 

My feet were aching, and I needed coffee. I so badly wanted to step into two beans where I knew Zayn worked, but I couldn’t—I couldn’t allow myself to fall down the big, beautiful boy shaped rabbit hole.

I’d just finished my 8am environmental communications class and I was absolutely knackered. My sleeping schedule was coming back to bite me in the ass.

I decided to push through it for the better and made the effort to walk an extra 15 minutes. I really bloody wanted the coffee.

Penny Lane was nice, the coffee was good too, better than two beans—in fact, the only reason I didn’t go there more often was because it was further away and because Dan hadn’t always wanted to walk. My new-found independence meant that I could do whatever I wanted—leg ache or not.

A small bell above the door chimed as I entered, I pulled my beanie off and tried to shove it into my tote bag—I sighed heavily as the handles tangled causing me to drop the hat.

“Oh here—“ someone picked it up for me.

“Thanks—“ I said in a huff as I cursed the handles on the scraggly bag. It needed to be thrown out, but it’d been given to me as a gift by my friend Lily and I didn’t want it to go to waste. I grabbed the hat from the stranger and finally shoved it into my bag. When they didn’t bother to move I actually took the time to look at who was standing in front of me.

“Hi.” Zayn smirked.

I almost choked on my saliva. “Hi.”

“Not at two beans today?” He chuckled lightly, pushing up the sleeves of his black sweater in the process.

“Neither are you.” We were both stating the obvious.

“Oh Jheeze really?” He said sarcastically as he looked around the room.

“Are you trying to be funny?” I was scowling but I really wanted to smile. ‘Stop it.’ I reprimanded myself—I needed to remember that I was supposed to be sad.

“Yeah maybe,” he still had a stupid grin plastered on his face.

“Okay well,” I walked past him, “I need a coffee, so go annoy someone else yeah?” I was trying to assert my ‘I don’t care about you attitude,’ but I wasn’t sure it was working.

“You’re the one who got here after me.” He rolled his eyes, “why are you even here?” He was following me to the counter.

“I was trying to avoid you!” I blurted it out.

“What?” He stopped walking.

“I was embarrassed about what happened the other day—“ I had to think quickly and thankfully my brain came up with a plausible excuse. “I didn’t want you bringing it up.” I hoped and prayed that my lie was enough for the behavioural science major.

“Oh, why would I do that?” He frowned.

I ignored him for a second, “hiya—“ I smiled at the girl working the counter, “could I please get a medium long black.” She noted my order down on a cup and I handed her the money. “I dunno,” I turned back to Zayn, “people usually like to harp on other’s misfortunes when they find it funny.”

“I didn’t find it funny.” He said curtly.

“Oh—“ my cheeks were burning up, “well I just thought—“

“You thought wrong.” He corrected me.

I wanted to tell him that I didn’t think badly of him, I just didn’t want to see him because I was scared I wouldn’t stop thinking about him for the rest of the night.

“Here you go!” The barista handed me my coffee over the machine.

“Thank you!” I smiled.

I walked towards a table and Zayn walked towards the door. “Where are you goin?!” I called out. I mentally slapped myself—I had no idea why I’d done that.

“Home?” He responded, as if it weren’t clear.

“Obviously—“ I scoffed, “but we were having a conversation, come back.” I was really calling him back and for no good reason other than the fact that I just wanted to spend time with him.

“You’re so strange.” He pulled out the chair across from me as sat down. “I don’t even know your name.”

“Wait, didn’t I tell you the other day?” I could’ve sworn that I did.

“You did not.” He spoke concisely.

“It’s Kali.” When I was younger my name embarrassed me, I hated it—a foreign name just didn’t sit well with anyone I knew; friends, teachers and even neighbours. It was hard for me to adjust to being different, I resented my Asian background. I woke up every day wishing I was white and that’s why I let pretty much everyone in my life call me K, it just worked better for them—even Dan.

“Kali,” he repeated, “the Goddess of destruction.”

“I’m not as powerful as my name.” I smiled. My heart was beating so fast and for what? All because he knew the meaning behind my name. Of course, he did, I reminded myself—he was probably from some sort of Asian background too. “You can just call me K though, probably easier.”

“What?” He screwed up his face, “there’s nothing hard about your name at all.”

“Most people find it too ethnic.” I shrugged.

“I’m literally brown, if I have a problem with your name that is a problem” he laughed.

I couldn’t help but smile, “yeah that’d be fucking weird.” I awkwardly took a sip of my coffee—the two of us maintaining eye contact. “So why didn’t you go get coffee from your actual workplace?” I questioned.

“It’s shit.” He answered me as he reached for his phone. He quickly checked the time before sighing—“I have to go, my shift starts in 20 minutes.”

I didn’t want to look sad, but I was pretty sure it was written all over my face. “Yeah of course.” I smiled, “sorry about being a bitch before.”

“It is what it is.” He got up, “we can all be a bit bitchy sometimes.”

I laughed lightly, “see you around.”

“See ya.” He winked before turning away and heading off.

My heart felt empty and I had to remind myself that I couldn’t and shouldn’t be feeling the way I did.

—

“Do you think I’m going crazy.” I was laying on the couch.

“No.” Hailee had just finished work, I missed her when she wasn’t in the apartment. She was both my flatmate and one of my best friends—therefore the fact that I hadn’t seen her for two whole days was terrible. “If you didn’t love him anymore why would you be sad? Especially because now that you’re reflecting you’re seeing how toxic he was.”

“You’re so right.” I agreed, “BUT I FEEL BAD!” I couldn’t help but feel a weird sensation of pity.

“There’s nothing to feel guilty about,” she reassured me, “if anything you should be praising yourself for doing the right thing and not leading him on anymore.”

“Again, you’re right.” She was making some points but it didn’t mean I was feeling any better.

“Stop beating yourself up, we’re all human.” She got up from the couch and walked towards the kitchen “would you like a cup of tea?”

“Yes pleaassseeeeee,” tea wasn’t going to absolve the guilt, but it sure was going to make me feel better. “You know how I like it.”

“Coming right up!” She said, flicking the switch on the kettle. “Do you have class tomorrow?” She was rumbling through the cupboard for a snack.

“Nope,” I yawned, “it’s my day off tomorrow.”

“I was thinking we could go to the museum before I head off to work?”

“If I wake up early enough then yes.” I was still dreadfully tired and I knew for a fact that I’d pass out as soon as I hit the pillow, and I was definitely going to be asleep for 10 hours. Making no promises was therefore the obvious choice.

“Hails.” I spoke warily as I adjusted my Captain America pyjama shorts.

“Mhm?” She hummed in response as she set my cup of tea down in front of me.

“Thank you,” I picked it up and took a sip. “There’s one more problem.” I could tell her about Zayn because she was my empathetic best friend, she and AJ were polar opposites. Hailee was kind and caring, whereas AJ was blunt and truthful.

“What’s that?” She questioned, raising her eyebrows in concern.

“I can’t stop thinking about this guy—I met him AFTER I broke up with Dan.” I clarified just in case she got the wrong impression.

“Keep going.” She motioned for me to tell her more.

“His name is Zayn and he works at two beans, he’s a behavioural science major—absolutely gorgeous, so gorgeous. I’ve only seen him twice, but after both encounters I haven’t been able to stop thinking about him. Hails, everything about him just seems right!” I slapped my hands to my face and let out a groan of disgust. “That’s why I feel so guilty.”

“Stop feeling guilty!” She shouted at me, “You are human!!!!” She repeated what she’d told me before.

“But surely this isn’t right? Surely I should be feeling more remorseful?”

“K, you are completely fine. There’s nothing wrong with a little post-breakup crush. Who even said anything was going to happen huh?” She lay across the sofa and tried to sip on her tea, but it dripped down her chest.

“Here” I said handing her the roll of paper towel. She was right for the millionth time. Just because I thought Zayn was gorgeous and absolutely hilarious did not mean we were going to fuck.

“I just don’t understand why you overthink shit so much. You’re so much better than you realise, you need to give yourself more credit.” She wiped the tea off her chest and sat up.

“Yeah,” I sighed, “maybe one day I will.”

[lovinnscarletknight]

The Gap Year [1]

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Word Count: 2054

Warnings: Swearing, drinking, some sex mentions I guess??

Summary: People who are the most difficult to please are often the least worth pleasing.

Finally packing the last box, you looked around your now empty dorm room. It was crazy to you that you had lived here for two years and never realised how disgusting the paint colour was, why did you ever decide on pink? It wasn’t even a nice pink and you regretted forcing Harrison, Tom and Harry to paint it for you, Sam having some random excuse. After all, Charlotte was only twelve at the time and letting her decide what colour your room should be felt like the least you could do after leaving her with a million men at home. You and Charlotte had always had a good relationship, you two being the only girls out of the Holland’s and your family, the Osterfield’s; however, neither of you would have it any other way. Altogether you had managed to pack four boxes and two suitcases, it wasn’t bad considering this was all your belongings, Liam, your fiancée, had convinced you to chuck a load of stuff out and only keep the vital things, this meant you could buy new things when you went back home. Looking at your room one last time, you shut the door crossing your arms over your chest and walking out the house to find Liam leaning against his car; he smiled when he saw you.

“You ready baby?” You sighed heavily resting in between his legs, his eyes looking for yours. You had been dating Liam for a year and a half now, he was your first serious boyfriend and you were worried what your family would think of him; of course your mother was a bit unsure but she didn’t care as long as you were happy. He was a straight A student, had a wonderful personality, gorgeous but sometimes his mood swings got the better of him. Of course, he would never dare lay a finger on you, but some days you questioned it. You had both gotten into countless arguments and most of the time he started them, but you always apologised; that’s just how it was. He proposed on your one-year anniversary, the both of you just clicked and you didn’t see yourself marrying anyone else. Of course, you knew you were both young, twenty-two was extremely young, but it was love.

“Take me home” His lips quickly found yours and you stretched up onto your tiptoes and planted a kiss on his lips. It would take a couple of hours to get home, but you were ecstatic to see your family again. You facetimed Charlotte three times a week to catch up with her and all the gossip of being a fifteen-year-old girl, you regretted missing her birthdays. Charlotte was the definition of beautiful. She had gorgeous blonde-brown hair, very similar to yours, yet hers was long and wavy complementing her slim figure. You were curvier but also slim, something you had worked very hard towards, it wasn’t because you thought you were large, it was more to make yourself happy and healthy and you were. You and Charlotte had the same eyes and face structure, you were just a couple of inches taller. Harrison was much taller than you and Charlotte, it was like beautiful ran throughout your family, everyone had always congratulated your mother and father on the three of you.

When your father passed away three years ago, everyone was affected and although it caused heartbreak through your family, it brought you all closer. You didn’t really talk about your father a lot as you two never had a very good relationship but that didn’t mean you didn’t miss him. Your entire world revolved around your family, they were the most important people to you, and that included the Holland’s. Harrison, Tom and you had been friends for seventeen years now which was insane, but once your friends with one Holland, your friends with them all. Sam, Harry and Paddy were like little brothers to you and even though sometimes it feels like your life is overran with boys, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“It’s a left up here” You spoke nervously playing with the loose threads on your jumper. You didn’t really know why you were feeling so nervous, they were your family. Maybe it was because they were meeting Liam for the first time? Or maybe because you hadn’t seen them in two years and were suddenly going to be there every day? Or maybe-

“Babe, I can hear you overthinking. Chill out, they are your family and I can guarantee you they are so excited to see you ok?” Liam grabbed your hand and placed a kiss on your knuckles, “Number 4?” Your breath caught in your throat when you saw your old home. It was just how you remembered it, “You didn’t tell me you lived in a mansion, jheez” You laughed playfully poking his chest.

“This was my grandparents house before it was ours, and it’s not as huge as it looks, it’s a good amount of space for us and the Holland’s” Liam knew about your friendship with the Holland family. He was a bit hesitant to begin with but who wouldn’t be when your best friend is famous and ridiculously attractive. You obviously weren’t blind, you knew Tom was attractive and maybe that’s why Liam was anxious to meet him; you weren’t sure why thought because Liam was gorgeous, and he was the man you were going to marry. He was tall, and dark curly hair along with beautiful blue eyes. Liam was fawned over by many girls which bothered you but, after all, he had chosen you.

Liam parked the car in the drive, your eyes meeting his, “Ready?” He nodded opening his door. You adjusted your denim skirt and pulled your jacket tight around your bare arms regretting wearing a cropped vest, at least your hair was down covering your neck. There was a chilly breeze which hit your legs making you visibly sigh in discomfort, Liam grabbed your hand, kissing the back of it to try and calm you down, sending a small bit of warmth through you. Your family were unaware of you coming today, you told them you’d be home at some point this week and couldn’t wait to surprise them today. You knocked on the wooden front door, you unaware sister opening the door.

“Y/N!” She screamed jumping on you and hugging you tightly. Charlotte had grown a couple of inches, yet you managed to just be taller. Charlotte pulled away, happy tears filled her eyes as your mother came racing around the corner to see what all the commotion was about, “Mum look!” You smiled shyly at her before she wrapped her arms around you. You had missed her more than words could describe and barely seeing her on your and Charlotte’s facetime calls killed you.

“My god, how could you have gotten even more beautiful?” Your mum brushed your hair out of your face and smiled widely, “And this must be the famous boyfriend – sorry fiancée?” You stood back and gestured to Liam.

“This is Liam Scofield, Liam this is my mum, Phil, and my sister, Charlotte” Liam easily accepted your mothers hug and Charlotte waved. You all ended up in the living room after the women fawning over the engagement that sat on your finger, a steaming cup of tea in your hand to warm you up even though the heating was luxurious. Charlotte was leant against your shoulder, one of your hands running through her long hair, Liam sat in your father’s old arm chair and your mum sat in hers.

“So, where’s Haz?” You asked sipping your tea and looking at her. Since Harrison was your twin, you had missed him the most. Obviously, you missed everyone, but Harrison was different. He always knew how to cheer you up and what you needed. Your mum smiled as she checked her watch.

“He should be back anytime now, he’s been at Tom’s all day doing god knows what” Liam didn’t seem fazed by the mention of Tom’s name. You weren’t sure how they would get along and you were slightly worried, “They are actually all coming over this evening for a catch up, I haven’t seen the boys in a couple weeks, we’ll order takeout and get some drinks. Little celebration for you being back” You nodded smiling before casual conversation between Liam and your mother continued and you relaxed into the sofa which you had spent so many nights drunk on, but nobody needed to know that.

About half an hour later, the front door opened, the sound of loud chatter and laughter could be heard. You smiled widely before standing up and hiding behind the living room door, Charlotte recording on her phone. Harrison soon came around the corner and flopped on the sofa next to your younger sister not realising anything. You took this as a perfect opportunity to sit on his back, Harrison letting out a groan.

“Who ever you are, get off me” He groaned as you continued to prod him.

“Even your favourite person?” Harrison quickly sat up causing you to fall off and hit the floor laughing, “Jheez Haz, that’s the way you welcome me home?” Harrison jumped up picking you up by your arms and grabbed you into a hug. His arms held you tightly, close to him and he was laughing, “I missed you too Haz, but I also need to breathe” He slowly loosened his grip before looking down at you. Harrison had always been taller than you and you almost forgot how much taller he really was. You both were considered identical twins, apart from you obviously being a girl, you shared dazzling blue eyes, perfect smiles and very similar face structure, the only difference being your hair was much darker than his.

“When did you get back?” He asked, the smile not leaving his face, “Nikki and Dom are in the kitchen, Tom and the others will be here soon, they went to get some food” Charlotte quickly announced that she was going to her room, you kissed her head as she left.

“A couple hours ago, I’m so happy to be back! Liam came too, do you reckon they’re grilling him in the kitchen? Oh God, this was a mistake” Harrison furrowed his brows before grabbing your arms gently.

“I’m sure everything is fine. If he’s with you, clearly, he’s a great guy. Now I should go give him the talk, since you’re marrying the lad and I’ve never met him” You laughed before shaking your head, “What? You’re my little sister, he needs to know the rules Y/N”

“I’m not little, you were born three minutes before me grandpa” He gasped being fake hurt before you ran off into the kitchen where Nikki, Dom, Liam and your mother were chatting; you spotted Liam and you quickly made your way over to him kissing him on the cheek, his arm wrapping around your waist.

“There’s the lady of the hour!” You turned to see Nikki and Dom smiling widely at you and you smiled back before walking over to hug them. Nikki and Dom had been like second parents to you. When ever your father passed away, they opened up there home for you, Harrison and Charlotte so your mother could have some time to herself. Nikki also loved having you around since she had four boys and no girls, when you spent the day, it allowed her to connect with someone else who could understand more.

“Wow, I didn’t think someone could get any more gorgeous! You look so well, and you’re engaged! Liam here was just talking to us about your crazy diet you went on?” You raised an eyebrow at her as she cupped the side of your face and admired the ring.

“Thanks Nikki. It wasn’t crazy, it was just to help me get to a place where I was happy with myself and it worked. How have you been?” You chatted with Dom and Nikki for a while, your mother watching smiling as she drank her tea and Liam’s arm remained around your waist. Nikki was interrupted by the door opening again and more people appeared in the kitchen.

Specifically, the Holland brothers.

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Hopefully the next part will be up on Monday! It’s the beginning of a roller coaster and I cannot wait for you guys to come along! I’ll make a tag list if people are interested? Let me know :) 

[glitterysummerkitty]

Dr Bombshell & Mr Hollywood

Chapter 24

       The drive was filled with silence, albeit a comfortable one. Jake wouldn’t tell her where he was taking her and Candice felt incredibly curious. They had taken her car with Jake announcing that he could have his personal assistant to come collect his car from the café. For a moment Candice had become curious and almost asked if this assistant happened to be a female but refrained when the implication of such a query dawned on her.

      Candice looked away from the passing streets and stores to gaze at the man seated next to her. Even dressed casually he looked really good. The tips of her fingers began to itch with a need to reach out and run them on his jaws which were covered in a few days’ worth beard.

      After a short while, Jake pulled into a dark alleyway causing Candice to raise an eyebrow, a questionable expression on her face. Jake simply laughed and asked her to trust him as he opened the door for her. Candice stepped out and looked around suspiciously.

      The two brick buildings on either side, leaning up to the night sky, considerably softened the decibels of the weekday traffic noise. It was a typical New York alley- cold, dark, dank, the air faintly smelling stale. Large trash containers stood leaning against the sides of the buildings with their lids partly up with overly stuffed garbage bags. Swirls of mist rose in the air, giving the place a very eerie feeling.

      There was another car and a few motorcycles- mostly Harley Davidsons, two Ducati and a Suzuki Boulevard- parked along the sides. Even under the dim bulbs on the side of the building the machines glinted evilly.

“Jake why are we here?”, she mumbled gripping the edges of her faux fur jacket closer.

“Jheez Candice... Relax will ya. I am not a psychotic killer. Trust me.”, he smirked as he led her to an unmarked door at the side of the building and brought his hand up to knock- three short raps a moment’s pause and another two. Candice noticed the peculiarity but before she could ask, the huge door opened, groaning at the hinges. A ginormous man stepped out to greet the pair.

      Candice felt her heart palpitate rapidly. The man was easily above six feet and had a chest big as a barrel. He was dressed in a pair of faded denims and a black muscle t- shirt underneath a leather jacket. His thick handle bar moustache moved as he chewed on a piece of gum. Candice shivered as his savage eyes assessed her from head to toe.

“Mihael!”, Jake called out. At his beckon the bull of a man turned his attention towards Jake, his scowling face breaking into a huge mean looking grin.

“Jake!”, he roared, “Long time!”

      While he spoke, he stepped aside and motioned his hand for them to enter. Instinctively, Candice leaned and grabbed Jake’s arm, too afraid to trust the stranger before her.

      Once the pair were inside, Mihael not only pushed the door shut but locked it behind them. Candice gulped. Through the sound of the rushing blood she could hear the faint beats of music. The beats blared against them, the vibrations of the music travelling through her flesh, as Mihael pushed open another heavy set door at the end of the corridor. He began to descend down a set of stairs.

      Candice tightened her grip on Jake’s arm as they followed Mihael, while Jake kept up a lively conversation with him. A chill ran up her spine as she realised they were being led to the basement. Flashes of those horrific memories passed before her eyes making her shudder which Jake intuitively picked up.

“Baby, are you ok?”, he pulled her closer to him and looked down at her with concern in his blue eyes. She shuddered again, but this time with pleasure, elicited by the way Jake called her ‘baby’. Candice bit her lower lip and nodded.

      At the base of the stairs the space opened up to a large area. Candice took note of how the interior was industrial style with exposed bricks and iron pipes running overhead; at intervals black, spindly iron rods extended like spider legs with exposed bulbs attached at its end, illuminating the bar.

      Jake took pride in the way Candice clung on to his arm as they steered through the crowd, dodging drunk and bawling bikers on their way to the bar. His chest puffed up beneath his jacket and he felt like he had grown at least a couple feet taller ever since he entered the ‘The B BrUtherhood’ club, a quaint establishment not very far from his place. Every eye, wide and curious, seemed to follow him tonight.

      He very well knew the reason and it was the woman accompanying him. He had never brought a girl here before. Candice was the only exception he had thought of making and also the fact that she looked like an angel fallen from heaven wasn’t really helping their curiosity, he realised.

      It was very easy to see that he was most men and few women’s object of envy and he couldn’t help but gloat in this revelation. It was some sort of basal animal instinct he concluded, a need to flaunt his mate... Jake stopped his thoughts abruptly, suddenly realising that he was getting way too ahead of the situation. He wanted Candice, not just as a friend but a lot more than that but he would have to be patient.

      Meanwhile, Candice was very uncomfortable with the attention they were receiving. As they pushed their way through the crowded pub he kept waving and greeting people. Candice tightened her grip on his muscular arm, afraid of losing him in the crowd, and began to soak in her strange surrounding.

      There were two large pool tables on one side of the vast space. There was also a dart board where a man in leather pants and a sleeveless t- shirt stood throwing darts unsuccessfully while his pals made fun of him. The place was packed with curious looking patrons. The hazy air was heavy with a concoction of smells- sweat, perfume, testosterone and a hint of tobacco.

       In the centre of the vast room was a vacant spot cleared where men with scruffy beards, tattooed arms danced along with ladies clad in shimmering, overtly revealing, and body clinging clothes. Candice settled herself on one of the bar stools along with Jake, who shook hands with the bar tender, a skinny and pale looking man with blue and green spikes and a silver ring pierced through his septum.

    Despite the freezing temperatures outside, it was relatively warm inside the pub. They had already discarded their jackets at the entrance but Candice had half a mind to lose her blazer as well and that she did, after a moment’s of deliberation. She bunched it together and handed it to Jake who passed it on to the bar tender for safekeeping.

“This is a biker’s exclusive club.”, Jake informed her once the bar- tender left to prepare their drinks. Jake’s eyes travelled along her well sculpted torso, her lacy top doing things to him as it gave a sneak- peek of not just her smooth skin but also the red lacy bra she wore underneath.

      Candice noted how he was still holding her hand in his but didn’t bother rectifying the situation. She was beginning to like the proximity between them.

“Exclusive? How are we here then?”, she queried. Jake grinned, his eyes twinkling under the lights. His gaze told her what she had already guessed. The revelation made Candice’s breath hitch in her throat.

      Jake didn’t even notice Darryl, the skinny bartender, placing their drinks as he was enthralled by Candice’s reaction. She gawked at him with utter bewitchment in her eyes which made him chuckle. The woman definitely had a type and it wasn’t hard to read.

    Finally noticing the drinks he lifted the highball glass and passed it to Candice with a smirk, “Here is your sex- on- the- beach.” Candice knew it was ridiculous but couldn’t help the blush as she took the glass and brought it to her lips. She was incredibly thirsty and the drink was refreshing to say the least.

“What?”, the corners of her lips slipped ever so slightly in a sly smirk as she watched Jake take her in.

      Jake couldn’t help but notice how incredibly sexy and angelic she looked. He smirked at her restless expression. “You look so beautiful. So sexy.”, he leaned in and whispered, raising a hand to push her curls behind her shoulder, exposing her slender neck.

      Candice felt the hair on her neck stand, the warmth in her cheeks deepen. She took another gulp of her drink and composed herself.

“Is that you Jake?”, someone growled behind her and Candice twisted in her seat to look and found two men approaching them.

      They looked to be in their late-thirties to early forties. One of them was lean yet muscular, a pair of amethyst eyes peeking out from behind his straight dark bangs that fell and reached his high cheekbones, gaze full of mirth and challenge. He was attractive and gave off a strong ‘Up to no good’ vibe.

      The man along with him had a far more imposing form with his large frame filled perfectly with taut muscles, each of his arm seemed equivalent to a trunk of a very large oak tree, his eyes holding the same intimidating look. His skin looked tanned and weather beaten, hair dry and sun burnt, all testifying to the fact that the man spent a lot of time outdoors under the sun.

“Fellas!”, Jake got up and gave the two a manly hug. Jake was dwarfed in their presence.

“Haven’t seen you here in a while. How have you been?”, it was the lean one. He scanned Candice from head to toe before adding, “And who is this angel with you?”, he asked leaning against the bar.

“This is Candice.”, Jake slid an arm around her waist and brought her close to him, much too possessively. Candice didn’t object at all. In fact she loved it.

“Please to meet you lovely. Name’s Ottis. And this is Julian.”, it was the bulky man. Candice smiled at him. Ottis flashed his set of yellowing pearls right back at her.

“You must really be something. Never seen Jake here bring any chick before.”, Julian spoke up. He had a subtle drawl to his speech.

      Next to her Jake chuckled. Candice took a sip of her own drink and tried to gather her flustered thoughts. She had never done well around strangers and to be thrust into spotlight before such intimidating looking men made her deeply uncomfortable.

“You guys are scaring her.”, came a sultry voice from next to her. A thin woman sidled up next to Jake and threw an arm around and leaned against him.

      Jake dropped his arm that was around Candice and stood straight, giving the woman one of his signature lopsided grin.  Candice felt that sharp sting of disappointment. The blonde woman assessed the new comer- red hair, a short tight skirt that was barely covering her ass, her bony cream legs covered in fishnet stalking, her five inch stilettos giving her arse a perfect raise, her tank top barely containing her very well endowed breast.

      Candice felt her chest tighten and a feeling of hostility towards the other woman entered. She frowned at the familiar feeling.

“Ellie Mae. Meet Candice. Candice. Meet Ellie Mae.”, Jake gestured. Candice forced a smile but her gaze lingered on the prolonged contact of the woman’s skinny arm around Jake.

“Nice to meet you all.”, Candice mumbled, watching Ellie’s breast pressing against Jake’s arm as she leaned further.

“I am curious. What do you guys do while you aren’t on the road?”, she turned her attention towards the men but mainly caught Ottis’s gaze. She couldn’t help but fear looking into Julian’s eyes. There was something in his wild gaze, it seemed to penetrate her mind, to read every thought she ever had.

“Well I teach at Bell Academy. Mostly sixth to ninth grade. Julien here is thou a mechanic. Owns his shop up at Brooklyn.”, he replied.

     Candice couldn’t help but marvel at the fact. She could hardly coax her mind to imagine a school teacher cruising through miles and miles of stretches of lonely roads in search of adventure.

“Julien is the one who introduced me to this place. He had excellent yelp reviews so I took my dear Audrey to him. Nothing but the best for my baby girl.”, Jake smiled.

“Audrey?”, she raised an eyebrow.

“My Harley Davidson.”, Jake smiled proudly. With his beer in one hand he lifted his other arm and put it around Ellie’s shoulder. The red head snuggled closer to him.

      A sudden flash of heat consumed Candice’s heart before the uneasy feeling solidified in the pit of her stomach bearing her heavy. She took a deep steady breath before placing her empty glass back on the bar. The beats of the song that had been playing ended and was followed by the song ‘Something just like this’. She loved the song and decided that it would be the best time to move away. Forcing a smile onto her face she addressed the two men but mostly Ottis.

“It was nice meeting you all but I guess I am going down to the dance floor. That’s my favourite song.”, she muttered, refusing to meet Jake’s gaze or the way Ellie’s boobs were now pressed against his torso and not just his arm.

      Candice did really love this song. The first time she had heard it the words had literally hit home. She didn’t want a superhero or a fairy tale life but she definitely wanted some sense of balance, security and most importantly love. As her hips began to sway she thought of how her miserable life has been far from such things since the moment she had been born up until now. Before she knew it fresh tears began to prick her eyes. She shut them tightly, refusing to cry again.

“What happened sweetheart?”, she tensed as a pair of strong hands wrapped around her waist from behind but relaxed when his smooth husky voice filled her ears and his musky smell filled her nose.

“Ellie isn’t going to like it that you’re dancing with me.”, she grumbled loud enough for his ears.

“Ellie? Why would she mind? Her husband, Ottis, is there to keep company.”, he whispered against her ears, both continuing to sway to the music. Candice felt her stomach twist. Ottis ought to reign in his wife, she decided sorely.

“Well. It didn’t seem that way when she was practically thrusting her melons into your face.”, she scoffed, unable to stop herself. Jake stopped dancing forcing her to stop as well.

“Is that jealousy I sense?”, he asked, clearly enjoying her reaction. He knew Ellie had a massive crush on him and he was well aware of the open relation she shared with her husband but he would never reciprocate to her desires. The only reason he had even allowed so much proximity between them that night had been for one reason and it seemed to have worked.

“Don’t flatter yourself Gyllenhaal.”, she turned around in his arms to face him and glared which only made Jake burst out laughing.

      He pulled her closer to him, not leaving even a sliver of space between them. He loved jealous Candice. Candice looked at him, her dreamy eyes wide. Jake gazed into them and felt himself getting lost in it’s depths. They were absolutely stunning, innocent, seductive yet hidden amongst them was wisdom far beyond her years. A fire danced in it’s depths- not a spark but a blazing passion. He confidently brought his hand up to the back of her head, grabbing hold of her hair he jerked it slightly, holding her gaze prisoner to his.

“I beg to differ darling. You are jealous. But you should know that I have my eyes set on you. Nobody else but you.”, he whispered before bringing his lips down to hers.

      Candice protested in his arms for a second before finally relinquishing in the warmth of his lips. It started slow, sloppy, nothing like the ones you would read in the cheesy novels but it did escalate into one soon enough. As Candice grew sure she titled her head and opened her mouth, giving him access to her depths. She shuddered and swallowed his moan as she clung on to him, fingers holding tightly unto his t- shirt.

      It felt a while when they finally came up for air. Jake couldn’t believe the incredible feeling shooting through his body. Never in his life had he experienced something like this. The experience was a little more than just erotic. The sublime yet deep effect it had left his nerves shattered and mind cling desperately to sanity.

“Will you take me on one of your MC excursions?”, she asked suddenly, her voice giddy and swollen lips spread out in one of the most beautiful smile he had ever seen.

      Who could have said no to such a smile yet Jake had quickly devised a devious plan.

“Only if you allow me to take you out for dinner.”, he smirked. He felt her fingers run through his hair, the tips of her fingers gently grazing his scalp. A feverish feeling coursed through his nerves.

“Like a date?”, Candice asked, her honey voice sounded languid.

“Yes. Like a date.”, Jake gazed into her eyes, fear of rejection causing his heart to thump erratically, as he waited for her answer.

[crimsonheart01]

🎤 🎶

Oh jheeze, these questions are always tough. I’ll try my best though! This was fun though! I had to think really hard 😆💗

🎤 - Top 5 favorite bands?

Blink-182

Erykah Badu

Chromeo

Anderson .Paak

Outkast

Honourable mention: RHCP

🎶 - Top 5 favorite songs?

Water - Kehlani

Phoenix - A$AP Rocky

Pink Matter (feat. Andre 3000) - Frank Ocean

Soap Opera - Cam’ron

Do For Love - Tupac

Send me an emoji!

[nightglider124]

31 Days of Titans - Day 1: Forest

Eyyy. So, this was the thing I mentioned yesterday. Obviously, I’m late as it is October 2nd but don’t you worry; day 2 will also be posted tonight.

I’m sure some of you remember my Christmas themed, “25 Days of Titans.” It was a countdown of all things Christmas for the entire month. And what holiday does Night love as much as Christmas? You guessed it. Halloween. <3

So, I will be posting a oneshot a day and the theme will be something Halloweeny related. I’ve already got my list of daily themes so I won’t be accepting suggestions or anything; just a heads up. This is almost like an inktober but for an author. Writober. Idk. You know what I mean.

This is the stupid brain thing yesterday; I was going to start an AU story for Halloween but Ima do this instead for now. That AU will come later... at some point.

I will still be updating CTD so do not worry your pretty little heads about that. Also, this will only be posted on Tumblr for now. As I’m away next week, I’m tumblring it initially so that I can schedule my oneshots for the week. Once I’m back from Poland, it’ll be like normal. I’ll post them here, dA and FF.net. 

The oneshots will be a mix between horror, romance and comedy. So they won’t all be dark and gloomy horror oneshots. Mixed characters too. Some otp oneshots and some brotp oneshots. 

I hope you enjoy them!

Day 1 - Forest

Rain continued to pour and soak them through. The mud beneath their feet was slippery and their clothing and hair stuck to their skin like a second one. It was dreary, dark and downright miserable.

Beast Boy sniffled as he trudged on, with Raven quietly following behind him. It had been such an awful mission. Not only was the weather sombre; the mood was as well.

The two of them had gotten caught up in an explosion way bigger than either had anticipated and been thrown through the air at full pelt. They’d crashed into the overgrown forest just outside of town and were more than grouchy about it.

As if things weren’t bad enough, Beast Boy had done some damage to his arm so he couldn’t even transform without howling in pain. Raven told him she’d heal it but once they were out of the woods; literally.

“Do you even know where you’re going?” Raven mumbled, pulling her damp cloak around her even more,

“Of course I do... uh...” Beast Boy responded, turning left, then right and left again.

“Gar-“

“Rae, I got this. Don’t worry. We’ll be home before you know it.”

Raven frowned. This day was just going from bad to worse. Robin had already checked in with them, asking if they were badly injured before telling them to just get back to the tower as soon as they could, rather than re-joining the rest of them.

The weather, the situation, Beast Boy’s injury which may well have been a broken bone; all of it was just going downhill today.

There was something else as well.

She couldn’t put her finger on what exactly but something... didn’t feel right.

Raven found herself looking around the forest more. She’d never noticed how eerie it was during the day but now that night had come... jheez.

The branches were twisted up high, above their heads and the leaves clouded their vision of the sky if they were to look up. The tree trunks were thick and chipped; time gnawing away at them as they rotted under the elements. Wet mud squelched beneath their feet with every single step they took.

Rain didn’t help in the slightest. It was harder to see with the wind causing the droplets to hinder their judgment as they attempted to navigate their way out of this place.

There was this itch on Raven’s back; right between her shoulder blades. It was a nervous itch, followed by a tingle down her spine. She felt vulnerable and on edge.

She could feel something almost... sinister nearby. Raven shook her head, deciding she was just tired. Nothing scared her; especially not imaginative things in the darkness.

A crunch sounded from behind them.

Beast Boy was usually the one to pick up on faint noises but his concentration was elsewhere today; focusing on the direction he was leading them as well as his arm which was probably throbbing in pain.

Raven froze on the spot, slowly turning to look over her shoulder. Her heart dropped at not seeing anyone, which was unusual. Normally, seeing something had that effect on people but not seeing something was just as bad; it lead to more questions about what it was that made that noise.

“Raven?”

She blinked, shook her head and looked back at her boyfriend, “Huh?”

Beast Boy’s eyebrows furrowed in concern, “Are you okay?”

Raven nodded but flipped her drenched hair over her shoulder, “I’m fine. Look, I think I should just teleport us home.”

“You’re tired; you don’t have the energy.”

“It’ll be fine, Gar.”

She stepped towards him, touching his chest and closed her eyes. Raven thought hard, concentrating on what she wanted her abilities to do. She envisioned the swirling and the changing of location.

“Uh... Raven?”

With a gasp, her eyes opened and what she saw was what scared her more than anything else. They hadn’t even moved an inch. She tried again, angrily hushing Beast Boy when he tried to interrupt.

The same result occurred when she blinked open her eyes.

“My powers...”

“What’s wrong with them?”

She shook her head minutely, drawn to the darkness of the forest from which they had just come. It was like something was pulling at her. She cleared her throat and her eyes locked with Beast Boy’s.

“Let’s just keep moving.”

He caught her elbow, concern clear in his eyes, “Are you sure you’re okay?”

Raven chewed her lip, her heart quickly becoming a rapid beat. She felt strange; something was interfering with her powers.

“I... I’m okay. Promise.” Raven told him,

Beast Boy watched her for a couple more seconds before he nodded and slipped his hand into hers. She was surprised at the gesture but she didn’t shrug it off like she normally would have. She felt uneasy and in all honesty, his close presence made her feel better.

As they walked, the rain started coming down harder. Raven narrowed her eyes, the path before them becoming distorted under the onslaught of bad weather.

“...Raven...”

Her blood felt like ice and she squeezed her eyes shut, refusing to believe she’d just heard that. Beast Boy definitely hadn’t said it. It had been a whisper, right by her ear.

Beast Boy powered through, her hand slipping from his and she was shocked at how much she was saddened by the loss of contact. She turned side on, peering behind them.

She stared into the abyss of darkness, hoping to catch whatever creep was playing this joke on them.

Her eyes narrowed, peering closer and merely staring; waiting for a revelation of some sort.

Raven may have been short on powers; no doubt because of whatever was lurking within the forest alongside them but she wasn’t stupid. She knew there was something. She could feel it.

That dread and panic, low in her stomach. It was blaring at her like a warning sign. Something inside was telling her to leave; to get out as fast as she could.

She waited, listening for any sounds.

A breath and a light scrape.

Raven felt herself pale but held her ground, continuing to glare at the nothingness behind them.

She did not expect the two yellow, glowing eyes to appear and glare back at her. There was a brief gleam; sharp, jagged teeth.

The empath didn’t wait to find out if she was correct. She turned and hurried, grabbing Beast Boy ‘s wrist and sprinting ahead. She didn’t know how close that thing was but she didn’t want to take a chance. It had interfered with her powers; who knew what else it was capable of.

Beast Boy struggled to keep up with her, running as fast as he could.

“Raven? What are you doing?” He asked, panting,

“We have to leave. Right now.” Her tone was even but there was an underlying current of fear.

Whispers were bubbling in the air around her head and she could feel that thing getting closer and closer. Her heart was racing a mile a minute; dark eyes wild with panic. She was acutely aware of Beast Boy speaking but she ignored it, her sole priority being to get them both out of this forest.

She took a chance and glanced over her shoulder, seeing rustling leaves and a shadow continuously being cast over the tree trunks.

Something about this thing had her absolutely terrified. She didn’t know what it was and she didn’t want to find out either.

Raven yelped as she stumbled, her foot getting caught under a loose vine on the ground. Beast Boy was there, grabbing her before she could topple over. His arms were warm around her and for a fleeting moment, she felt safe. She stared back at him in shock, her eyes boring into his.

He was concerned as he brushed some of her hair out of her face, “Rae? What’s going on?” He asked, his tone firm,

She shook her head and carefully righted herself, keeping a hand on his shoulder; not quite ready to lose the contact with him.

Raven suddenly scanned the area. They were out.

She could see the lights of the city and there was no branches blocking her view of the sky now. She exhaled in relief.

“Thank Azar.” She whispered,

“Raven! Can you please tell me what the heck that panic attack was for?” Beast Boy complained, utterly confused,

Raven eyed him warily, “I’ll tell you about it when we get home.”

Beast Boy blinked but seemed to accept that. He shook his head and smiled,

“You’re so weird sometimes, d’you know that?”

She stared at him for a second before smiling a tiny smile, “Do you really care?”

He chuckled, “Nope! Weird is cool. I like weird.”

Raven rolled her eyes and accepted his outstretched hand. She started to walk, feeling the familiar roll of her powers within once more. She levitated them off the ground and felt relief surge through the entirety of her body.

“Rae! Your powers are back!” Beast Boy cheered, grinning from ear to ear.

“At least we can get home quicker now.” Raven mumbled, lifting them into the sky.

She cast one last look over her shoulder. Had she imagined it? Was it all in her mind?

Whatever the case; she felt safe now, at least. Whatever that was; it stopped at the forest threshold. Nothing was following them home tonight.

Although, she could have sworn she heard an ethereal laugh when she faced forwards once more. She shrugged, pinning it down to being the wind.

[the--walking--daryl]

hiiiiiiiiiiii is it ok if you do prompts 22, 1 and 10 for Glenn please? thank youuuuuuuu xxxxx

Yeah, no worries!

It was always clear to you that you weren’t the strongest member of Alexandria. You were one of the smartest, that’s for damn sure. You helped out with first aid and building the walls, but you were never the strongest. However, for some unknown reason, you were always invited on runs. Glenn always insisted on having you with him, and every time you’d object, he’d just grow more persistent with his request. But you seemed to be the only one who would ever question it. Rick, Daryl, Carl, Michonne, Carol, Aaron, none of them would even bat an eyelash when Glenn asked for your presence, despite them knowing that you weren’t as physically able as the others. It seemed that you were the only person who was clueless as to Glenn’s motives.

It was another one of those times when Glenn appeared at your doorstep in the middle of the day while you were trying to fix a cut that graced Daryl’s cheek.

“Glenn, I’m busy! Can’t you ask Tara?” You begged Glenn.

Suddenly, Daryl ran up next to you with only half of his cut stitched up.

“Y’know what, I’ll be just fine. I think you should go on with Glenn.” Daryl encouraged. You raised and eyebrow at Mr Dixon in a questioning fashion.

“Daryl. Your face is open. I ain’t going nowhere.” You chuckled, not giving a damn how hard either of them begged.

“Y/N, I’m ‘bout to kick you out of your own damn house. Get some shit, come back. Not that difficult.” Daryl instructed. 

You gave in, Daryl’s authoritative stare and Glenn’s pleading gaze forcing you to cave.

“Ugh, fine!” You groaned, grabbing a gun from Glenn’s hand and sulking over to a car that’s parked close to the gate.

A few moments later, you noticed Glenn jogging over to the car with a knife in his hand and a gun attached to his belt, smiling like an idiot.

“What’s got you so chipper?” You sighed as he jumps into the driver’s seat.

“Oh, nothing. I’m just in a good mood, is all. Nothing special.” Glenn grinned as he revved the engine and set off.

When you and Glenn arrived into a deserted town, you both hopped out of the car and began to roam around looking for anything remotely useful. You both stumbled upon a deserted grocery store and start to raid it when a small herd of walkers surrounded the two of you. You slashed and waved your knife around in a poor try at defense, determined to do at last one thing right when it came to physical strength, but your attempts were soon silenced when you realized that Glenn had killed them all for you.

“Glenn! What the hell!?” You cried out in frustration.

“What? What did I do!?” Glenn yelled in defense.

“I had it, you didn’t need to step in!” You shouted, pushing him back a little and storming off with some food in your backpack.

“Well jheez, forgive me for saving your life, boy what an ass am I.” Glenn sarcastically remarked and began to trail after you.

“I’m just sick and tired of everyone thinking that I can’t defend myself!” You snapped angrily, turning around to confront him.

“Y/N… nobody thinks that,” he stated softly. “What makes you think that?”

“The fact that I can’t do anything by myself on runs. The fact that whenever I’ve killed anything, it’s been by accident. The fact that I always need to be saved.” You admitted sadly.

Glenn’s face dropped at the sight of your hurt, given that whenever you looked remotely sad, it always made him upset because he’d been madly, stupidly, desperately in love with you from the moment he laid his eyes of you.

He pulled you into a comforting hug, but you struggled and escaped from his arms, breaking his heart a little.

“Stop giving me pity!” You barked with tears in your eyes.

“I’m not giving you pity! I’m trying to be nice! Jesus Christ… for the smartest person in Alexandria, you’re so fucking oblivious, Y/N.” Glenn ranted.

Taken aback by his sudden outburst, you stepped backwards and let out a shaky breath.

“Wh… what the hell is that supposed to mean?” You asked.

“You know what? Forget it.” He sighed and made his way back to the car. 

You stood stunned in the middle of the street, not really understanding what had just happened. Oblivious? What were you oblivious to? You just couldn’t understand what got Glenn, the most sane person in Alexandria, so riled up. 

After snapping out of your confused trance, you followed Glenn’s footsteps back to the car and sat in silence for the rest of the journey home. You’d never known Glenn to be so quiet, nor the atmosphere to be so awkward. You tried to think long and hard about what it could be that you were missing, but nothing sprang to mind. 

When you pulled up to the gates, Eugene gladly let you in. However, as soon as the two of you pulled up, Glenn got out of the car and slammed the door shut without a word. Eugene opened your door as you remained completely still. 

“Mind if I ask what happened there?” Eugene asked.

“Your guess is as good as mine.” You shrugged and rubbed your head tiredly.

Eugene loitered awkwardly before you noticed Tara rushing over to your side.

“Hey, what happened? Why’s Glenn so pissed?” Tara queries worriedly.

You explained in full detail as to why you were utterly dumbfounded by Glenn’s anger and Tara and Eugene just scoffed and shook their heads. When you made your confusion clear, Tara let out a frustrated groan.

“He’s in love with you, dumbass! Has been ever since you walked through those gates! You’re oblivious to the fact that he likes you. That’s why he always wants you with him on runs and stuff. Why he’s always hanging around over at your place. He’s head over heels for you.” Tara explained.

Everything falls into place. All the times he’d stay behind after everyone else left. When you’d notice him smiling at you when you hadn’t even done anything. You’d been such a moron. And you knew exactly what to do.

You pushed past the other two and dropped your bag to the floor. You raced toward’s Glenn’s place, instantly pounding on the door and not stopping until it swung open. Glenn’s sullen eyes met your’s and you took a little time to catch your breath.

“I get it now, alright? I get it. And I’m sorry. I’m a fucking dick for not realizing it sooner. But, it all makes sense now and I’m so happy that it does because I was terrified that you wouldn’t feel the same way. I never wanted to go on runs with you because I didn’t want to embarrass myself in front of the one person I had to prove myself to. I love you too, Glenn… and I’m an idiot for not telling you sooner.” You panted, your chest in unbelievable pain from all of the running.

Glenn smiled sweetly and brushed some hair out of your face and cupped your face in his hands so your eyes would meet his.

“You’re my favorite idiot.”

A/N: I’m so sorry that this was so short and shitty!

[houseofgabin]

Feelings

Feelings it’s like everytime that i think about it i start to realise what i miss about it this shit is negative but i just get around it i been i been i been living life getting right uh they been sleeping on me someone go and turn my mic up super liked i be getting swiped up you can choose and take but nobody got it like us i don’t floss out i just hit ‘em with a light brush wake up in the morning and i’m working till the night bruh you already knew that, knew that got that flame like i’m Cole dropping Who Dat, Who Dat back in 2010, back when i was young and innocent back when nobody was gettin�� it now that i be back at it again they be listening Never saw myself to be ladies man but lately it’s been kinda crazy with the upright of my lady friends listen understand no i’m not a playa i’m just making plays i’m just riding with the way waiting for the day when i be standing up in the top spot swinging in my drop top i mean i ain’t really one to talk lots stay grounded imma always be the same even if the fame coming can’t let it hit my brain even if my name shouted i mean just take it the way i’m sounding i’m steady climbing this mountain my names been moving around it i ain’t tryna make you fall in love let me know wassup i ain’t in it for the rough girl i want that hole in one yuh she be far from sub-part she be energetic but she wanna uncharged with a couple lines but i get her with one bar see what i can find and ask you questions like nardwar got me like do-da-loo-doo heard you like the city but it ain’t something you’re used to tell you that you pretty but it ain’t something you knew to wonder why you with me but you tell me that you choose to oh word true true Take it back i ain’t tryna wifey sorry that i can’t commit to that it’s just how my life is been spending but it’s been a blast kill em with mike em like i’m tyson got you hittin bags tryna get me feeling that but you know that i ain’t tryna get tied down if you feeling a way i been feeling that we can get it right now cos you’re future looking hella bright now i know what you thinkin’ hit the switch and go kill the lights down You be getting freaky geeky She be tryna see me With her body laying right beneath me someone get the squeegee I mean I been tryna keep it PG but I can't believe she find it really hard for her to leave me Feeling like she need me (jheeze) oh no she be sneaky keeping feelings down on the low now that she's been around she starting to let it show so I gotta bounce so for now adios gotta go cos you know I I don't wanna catch feelings I don't wanna be that guy that's gonna end up on your bad side no rush, set the wave ride the flow, all love I'm just hoping that you know that you know, that you know that I don't wanna catch feelings I don't wanna be that guy that's gonna end up on your bad side no rush, set the wave ride the flow, all love I'm just hoping that you know that you know, that you know that

[glitterysummerkitty]

Dr Bombshell & Mr Hollywood

A Jake Gyllenhaal Fan- fiction

Prologue// Chpt 1// Chpt 2// Chpt 3// Chpt 4// Chpt 5// Chpt 6

Chapter 7

        Sunday evening was by far the most phenomenal day Candice had, in terms of fun, in a very long time. As soon as the game began Candice fell completely in her zone and she had even managed to impress the hell out of everyone present. At the end of the day Dave had been a proud captain and both Jaylon and Ronnell were all praises with Ronnell even trying to bribe her into abandoning Dave and joining him for the following matches.

      Even Mabel was surprised and after the glorious victory of the Omega- 3’s, the first question Mabel had asked her was ‘Where the hell have you been? Jheez Candy! I didn’t even know you were so good at this sport.’ Candice blushed but didn’t think it important to remind her best friend that she had been the captain of her team college team and they had won several trophies. She even won several awards, which were now displayed proudly in a pristine glass shelf at Washington State University.

      At the end of the friendly match Pizza’s and beers were ordered and jokes and stories about their spouses and children were shared. Candice kept mum and tried to stay out of anyone’s focus but more often it had been futile since she was the star player of today and so everyone’s attention was on her. Especially Uma. Candice had never thought at the beginning of the evening that she would ever be comfortable with Uma but surprisingly at the end she found out how hilarious Uma really was. Basically Uma was Gemma multiplied hundred times. Candice believed she could handle Uma and her eccentric behaviour.

      After such a beautiful Sunday came Monday bringing along with it, its infamous blues. Candice groaned as she reached out and shut the alarm. She tilted her head and looked outside the window. It was still dark out there and although it wasn’t snowing anymore it was drizzling. Candice saw the little droplets of water glistening under the streetlight against the glass surface. Candice sighed. Strange fact check about Candice- she hates rain. Yes, she loves snow but hates rain. Why? Don’t ask because even she didn’t have a reason for it.

      With the comforts of her warm sheets and Mr Ruskin’s hot body pressed against her sides, Candice didn’t feel like getting up. But work was work and so she closed her eyes counted from five to one backwards and then hopped out of her bed.

      She barely got time to breathe on Mondays as she had three classes to teach and the clinic is almost always full on Mondays, filling up her schedule for early evening to late night. The first class was with master’s student and their class had been on a topic which was more challenging and close to her heart- Maternal Nutrition and it’s consequences. They had discussed and critically analysed some of the studies out there and compared the methods and their varied results. It was fun.

      But then her next class was with first year Grads and that wasn’t something she enjoyed especially considering she would have to face Zachary. After that day, when she had kicked him out her class, she hadn’t seen him and it made her slightly nervous. Also, after just having such a challenging class, to have to talk about the process of digestion wasn’t something appealed to her.

      Mentally preparing herself, Candice pushes open the door to the large hall and entered it. As she did, the rambunctious class fell to a low hush. As usual, on the very first row at the very centre the seat was occupied by one of her least favourite students Brianna. Candice had observed how the slightly obese girl with a bad case of acne and a harsh expression, never mingled with her other classmates. She always sat by herself and had minimal to no contact with her mates. Candice had also made an observation as to how Brianna seemed to have a problem with her although she would never understand why.

“Good morning class. I hope you all had a great weekend.”, she started as she scanned the class and found it devoid of Zach. She didn’t know if she should be relieved by it or not.

“We sure did!”, someone said but Candice couldn’t point out.

“How was yours Dr Averell?”, a slim, blonde seated two rows up from the front row asked in her sweet voice as she twirled a piece of hair in her finger.

“Better. Thank you Cameron.”, Candice smiled back.

“So... Today I am going to talk about the whole process of digestion, absorption and Metabolism.”, there were some groans, some exited rustling of pages showing eagerness to write down notes while some just sat straight with their nose buried in their phone screen.

“Digestion is the first crucial stage where food is broken down to smaller chemical constitutes for absorption. There are two ways this is achieved- Mechanically and chemically.”, Candice moved to the next slide on her presentation, when the door to the hall opened and in strode Zach. Instantly every girl’s, except Brianna, attention was consumed by him and Candice felt compelled to roll her eyes but she didn’t.

“Sorry I am late, Dr A. I was eating breakfast and went in deep thought about all the things I could do during the time I waste during your class and lost track of time.”, he smirked as she took to his usual seat. Immediately the class broke out into an “Ooooohh” and “Burn”. Candice gave the entire class a sharp look before finally settling her glare at the infuriating boy.

“Really?”, Candice feigned surprise, “Well from observing Mr Meyer’s performance in class for an entire year one would assume that he’s incapable of deep contemplation but I am glad to know you can.”, with that Candice turned her attention to her PowerPoint. She ignored the snickers and Zac’s stabbing glare as she went on about peristalsis.

      Candice decided to grab lunch from the ‘Four Hundred Guild’- a restaurant within the campus that served exclusively to the faculty and staff of Pruitt and Hearst University- before going to her next class. She shot Mabel a text, letting her know where she was and then decided to call Bethany to check up on her aunt. Apparently Aunty Aubrey wasn’t doing so well. Her latest cycle of chemo had left her very weak. It had Candice worried but Bethany assured her that she and a few women from the church were doing everything to help her through this. Candice end the conversation with a promise to send some more money by the weekend and also a request to fill her hospital room with some Calla Lily. “She loves them.”, Candice said.

      Over a lip smacking lemon thyme chicken, Candice narrated the whole incident over Zach to Mabel, who was flabbergasted by Zac’s audacity and also found it hard to believe that Candice had stood up against him.

“While I am very proud of you for what you have done, I am also worried. What if he decides to take action on his threat? In my opinion you shouldn’t continue to antagonise him. It’s a question of your career.”, she advised as she shoved a brussel sprout in her mouth.

“I know. It’s just he’s so infuriating.”, Candice grumbled.

        At half past three Candice left from the university. Once again she made a stop at Starbuck on her way to clinic and faced the same server as the last time. She placed her order without making much eye- contact and then sat down at the table. This time Candice had time enough to have her drink at the café.

      As she waited for her Tarragon Chicken Salad Sandwich and a tall cup of Americano she got her laptop out to check her e- mail. There lay a tiny dose of happiness waiting for her and Candice grabbed it.

  From: reader1980@fmail.com

To: lbrooks.lkb@cjg.com

Date: 19 Feb 2018, 10:00 am

 Dear Lynne,

    I have finally got time today and I am determined to spend the day reading and hopefully get to the end of your book. As I am typing this mail, on my desk lies your book, a tall mug of coffee and a lot of snacks. Believe me when I say that I am on a mission to finish this book today.

      You can expect to hear from me by tonight on my opinions on what I thought about the book. Until then I am signing out! Xoxo

                                                  Regards,

                                              An Avid Reader

        Candice grinned. She loved the reader’s enthusiasm and could only hope she felt as enthusiastic once she finishes reading the book. Candice wasn’t one to care much about what other’s opinion. She wrote ‘Love Knows no Bounds’ because it was something she believed and something that she wanted to write about. It didn’t matter if others didn’t buy what she had to sell. But for some unknown reason ‘An Avid Reader’s’ opinion mattered to her very much. She giggled silently to herself at the (xoxo) part making her wonder who the reader could be. Was it a man or a woman? Was he/ she old or young? Which part of US was this person writing from?

 From: lbrooks.lkb@cjg.com

To: reader1980@fmail.com

Date: 19 Feb 2018, 3:45 pm

 An Avid Reader,

  Your enthusiasm towards my work is encouraging. For any artist, I believe, appreciation of their work means above all and they while they can do without it, when a reader like you shows so much eagerness it really gives much pleasure. I hope you continue to show similar gusto until the end and after that too.

      I will be waiting to hear from you as well. Until then happy reading!

                                                Regards,

                                            Lynne Brooks

                                              (Author of-

                                         “Love Knows no Bound”)

        As she ate she went through some more fan sent e- mails and replied to few. She reached clinic on time and Ashley greeted her with a great news that owing to the bad weather, Mrs Laine had cancelled her appointment and so had two other patients.

“Dr Averell. Do you think I could leave early today? Actually it’s my boyfriend and I seven month anniversary.”, Ashley asked. In the three months that Ashley had been working here this was the first time she had asked for anything so Candice didn’t have the heart to say no.

“Sure. Oh and I probably think it’s a good idea because on Wednesday I need you here late. I want all the patient files organised and prepared for the next month’s audit.”, Candice informed. The red head looked happy.

      Candice saw the few patients who had braved the weather while using her free time to update her patient’s information into the software. The said task was mundane and taxing to Candice but something that she had to be done. When only one file was left on the table she opened it and the name sent both, shivers down her spine and anger through her veins. Candice marvelled at being able to experience two varied emotions belonging to different spectrum, simultaneously, at the sight of the same name.

      There is a knock on the door and Candice looked up, expecting to see Ancil walk in but it was Ashley.

“Dr Averell your seven o’ clock is here. I just wanted to ask if it’s alright if I leave?”, Ashley fidgeted with her fingers. Candice thought, amused, if she came off intimidating to Ashley.

“Of course you can leave. Thank you Ashley.”, she smiled. Ashely smiled back nervously before scrambling out the room. Candice wondered what she ever did to intimidate the poor girl.

“Good evening Dr Averell.”, that familiar baritone voice filled her room making her tremble in her seat.

“Good evening Mr Dumont. Please have a seat.”, she mumbled as she motioned for him to take a seat. It didn’t matter if Ashley found her intimidating or not but Ancil managed just fine to drain every ounce of courage she possessed.

“You look gorgeous. As always.”, he lowered his voice and by the time he said always it was merely a whisper. Candice squirmed in her seat as she felt her muscles in her stomach and everything south of it clench.

“Thank you... How are you today?”, she said a little out of breath and blushed deeply. She kept her gaze fixed on the file before her.

“Better than I have been in days.”, he replied.

“Good. How much of the plan have you been able to follow?”, she asked as she made notes on her file.

“Hhhmm...”, Ancil trailed off forcing her to look up when he didn’t say anything for a while. Candice watched mesmerized as he tapped his lean finger against his lips. His face looked like he was genuinely trying to recollect. Candice wanted those lips wrapped around her own, she wanted to run her tongue over it, she wanted to...

      Candice flushed as she found him smirking at her, apparently having caught her staring at his lips. While she knew her body had its natural cravings, she chastised herself for fantasizing about her patient right in front of him. Embarrassed she turned her attention back to the file and for the rest of the session didn’t look up until necessary.