#honestly would be so lit but id fucking hate to leave everything behind

[putridpride]

Shit just got real. Might be moving to Denver at the beginning of 2025

[beann-e]

“ honestly Suna sometimes it feels like your just sitting there — calculating — thinking of ways that you can piss me off” you let out in a huff of anger as you slammed your hand onto the arm rest placed in the middle of the car. Voice loud enough to be heard from a mile away and then some “ And then you don’t even fucking care “

“ I’m sorry you feel that way “

“ seriously ? seriously Suna “

“ oh I’m sorry would you like me to say it jokingly? “

The silence that towered over the both of you was tall and it wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon “ WELL WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY “ his hand came up to run down his face as he sighed

“ look I'm sorry baby but — “

“ but nothing — I'm tired Rin—I'm tired of you screwing with me“ you groaned “ honestly at this point just fuck off “

he moved to pull the keys from the car unbuckling his seatbelt and opening the car door as your jaw hung open “ what the fuck Suna — “

“ I'm fucking off you ungrateful bit—“

“ you asshole — all of a sudden you take everything literal right ?? huh only when you want to right “

“ y’know what— no you fuck off —ok y/n “

“ see that’s what I'm talking about “

“ honestly I doubt you even know what you were talking about in the first place “

your steps quickened as you followed after the male who stopped at your front door imputing the code and opening your house door “ This is what I mean by you keep fucking with me Suna “

“ oh “ he moved to sit down on the couch arms flung behind it and legs spread wide out in front of him. “ is it really— because , the 40 minute argument in the car about your best friend hitting on me didn’t quite make that clear “ he scoffed shaking his head along with it “ your shitty reasoning must of gotten lost on one of the many streets of Japan y/n “

His eyes glowing body perking up with his next sentence “ yknow what how about you go find it hmm then we can have this little talk sometime later -- preferably when I'm sleeping id hate to be awake for another one of your hellish complaints babe.”

your anger was only growing as the argument continued “ you fucking douchebag I bet you don’t even know why I'm pissed off “

He let out a small sigh of a laugh his legs shaking and hitting each other in a wave before they resumed their earlier position “ I don’t“

“ and you don’t care either do you “

“ I don’t “

Your heart broke for the first time ever in your relationship with the stoic male after hearing his words and tone. In all the time you and your boyfriend had been together you two never argued about his lack of emotion or care.

It never bothered you

It never affected you

until it did

4 hours ago

You smiled up at the taller male as his mouth continued to run while talking to the rest of his volleyball team. This was the first time you’d ever seen him talk for more than 5 minutes with anything other then yeah’s and small mhmms.

The both of you had been invited to a class reunion and you only decided to go because of his new teams constant nagging

Suna had been telling you all week to find something else to do and that you didn’t have to go with him. That it would be too boring and long and that you would be better off having fun without him.

Of course you put up a fight but, ultimately lost and decided to hang out by yourself for the earlier half of the day spending last weeks paycheck on this weeks shopping spree

it felt nice to treat yourself but you couldn’t help but want to treat your boyfriend too. The thought of him being bored alone plagued your mind and you had to get it out.

The only way to do that was to go to the reunion.

Now how you imagined it would go is you show up in your fancy new dress surprising him smile a bit , talk up some of the host and sneak your way in and then mingle and go home and cuddle and kiss your boyfriend all night

funny thing is somewhere in that prewritten script you had created you didn’t realize imagination is not always reality.

The sight of your boyfriend leaning against a wall with a glass in his hand and his other on the string of your best friends dress had you reeling in the disgust that you wanted to spill so badly on the floor right now

All you’d done was go to the restroom but now you sat with your eyes widening while you watched his eyebrows come together in annoyance with the string that wouldn’t come undone.

Your best friend faced away from him back to his chest and a small smile on her face. Cheeks heated from his touch and in that moment you cursed her for having a look on her face that made it visible how much she enjoyed his warmth. You wished she didn’t make it so obvious how the closeness to your boyfriend was making her feel

how it was encouraging her

Your heart broke when you seen Suna finally relax and blow air out of his cheeks before nodding softly almost thanking the gods that he figured it out and it was over

Your feet moving before you could even process what to say to either of them.

“ y-y/—“

your hand came in contact with your best friends face before she could even finish the loud slap echoing through the room as everyone turned to find the source of the noise

Eyebrows raising when they noticed it was not only a slap but a full on one sided battle between you and the girl who everyone seen as nice and quiet during your school years

They never knew of the undercover bitch that was lurking behind the surface. They’d never see the way she was smirking as she took every hit given to her in stride. Your boyfriends hands wrapping around your torso as he looked down and seen that you were hovering over her ripping her to bits

You never letting go of the grip your thighs held around her own as she whispered to where only you could hear “ aw poor y/n’s defending someone that doesn’t even want em—gonna go to jail for someone so unloyal huh “

Your eyes lit up with pure hatred as the security made their way over to you reaching to take you from Sunas hold and lessening your grip on the woman beneath you

“ sir we need you to let her go “

“ don’t touch me until you actually make it all the way to police academy you fucking lowlife. “ you spit out “ how the hell do you only make it to security much less high school reunion security “

“ the hell do you know — you don’t even know how hard police academy is asshole “

“ ah I bet your kids’ll be real proud “ your eyes squinted at his name tag “ todd — you kiss your wife with that mouth “

you laughed eyes rolling from him to suna “ or are you like this asshole and kiss your mistress with it instead ? huh toodles ? “

“ ha — ‘m gonna have fun with you--ya little prick. sir — let ‘em go or else i’ll pull out the big guns — they snuck in here and now their disrespecting an officer “

“ big guns “ your laugh circulated through the room “ ‘k sure let me stop before I get pepper sprayed “

“ my hands already on the trigger you lil bitc— “

“ hey “ sunas voice growled behind you “ watch who the fuck your talking to toodles“

“ just— get—get the fuck off dude I didn’t go to police academy so I could avoid this — their full on disrespecting me come on man get off“ your face scrunched up in annoyance as you saw the security look like they were about to cry

“ well I mean — “ he sighed “ it’s not like your a real officer right“ suna sighed out as he began to bite his lip in worry “ I mean we can let this slide right ? “ he nodded looking towards the males name badge “ uh toodles“

He coughed “ todd — I mean todd “

“ I’m sorry but, even if I could “ his gaze dead set on you “ which I really don’t want to — seeing as though they disrespected me “

His voice sounding proud as he continued “ and I'll have you know I'm security guard of the mouth asshole “

“ oh whoop dee fucking do Tinkerbelle ”

“ y-fucking-/n “ you could feel the way Suna was seething above you breath hot and you could tell his face was made up in a snarl “ if you don't shut the fuck up I swear on Atsumu’s unwashed boxers ill leave your ass prison letters starting tonight “

“ see —— sir I'm trying “ he sighed “ I really am trying to let this go but — “

“ their with me — “

“sure “ he scoffed “ I'll need to see some relations or — “

“ their my s/—their my plus one “ his eyes moved to look at everyone surrounding you guys then back to the position he now held you in before finally dropping you to the floor. Your heart dropping and ears tuning everything out from that point on.

Everything on mute until you got in the car and were finally met with his low voice as he buckled you in and walked to his side turning the car on “ y/n “

You turned to look out the window “ y/n that — “

His voice was so hard but so weak “ y/n that was so fucking embarrassing “ Your body shivered at his words

“ having to watch my fucking s/o almost get fucking arrested “

His hands tightened their grip on the wheel “ then turning around and having to talk you out of it in front of our whole graduating class “

his voice went deadpanned as he swerved a bit on the road mixing lanes “ and — and my team — oh fuck my team “

he started to breathe a bit heavier as you began to feel bad hearing the sadness in his voice. His body shifting in his seat “ all so you could “

he laughed a bit at the situation “ all so you could take your ugly ass insecurities out on your friend ? “

he scoffed looking from you to the road and back to you “ when did you two even stop being friends huh ? did I miss that or ?? do friends just go out and leave bruises on each other or is that something new? What-- is it like a new TikTok trend -- a fashion statement huh ?? the fuck is it because, I'm not a friend person so maybe you know something I don’t “

He scoffed “ maybe — maybe I'll never be a friend person after something like that. If friends are just beating each other’s asses in broad day light out the fucking blue then I'll just stick with ‘tsumu at least I know I can beat his ass if he were to pull some shit like that “

‘ friend ‘ you thought silently

“ poor kid didn’t even see it coming “ he shook his head at you turning back to the road “ holy hell that’s shameful y/n “

he whispered “ I don’t even wanna think about the rumors that’ll spread about us tomorrow “

The car was quiet only for a minute as Suna re arranged his thoughts before he could beat into you again “ friend Suna ? “

your voice was dry “ Rin do friends help each other out of their clothes ? “

your eyebrows creased “ do they focus so intently on another woman while their own is in the same room “

“ I didn’t know you were there “

“ SO YOU ONLY TAKE FRIENDS CLOTHES OFF WHEN IM NOT THERE “

“ NO I “

“ YOU ONLY TOUCH OTHER WOMEN WHEN IM NOT THERE “

“ y/n jus— “ he took a deep breathe and let it out “ just shut up its not like that “ he let out an uncomfortable and tired scoff of a laugh “ it wasn't like that “

“ it’s always shut up Suna it’s never ‘ what’s wrong y/n ‘ ‘ are you ok y/n ‘ it’s just ‘ shut up I don’t wanna talk so you don’t wanna talk either ‘ “

you locked eyes with the male in front of you “ I'm done Rin I'm— I'm done “

“ you cant leave me-- heh not after that shit you pulled back there  “ 

“ fuck if I cant--you don't look like my legs to me and as far as I know their still Bluetooth connected to my mind so-- “

“ you'll be an overnight clown you-you need me y/n “ he shook his head “ we need each other “ 

“ no you need volley ball because you need money-- because guess what asshole as of right now-- your homeless”

“ fuck you as if “

“ we’re over Suna don't let my words finally hit you when you walk out the shitty door”

“ that’s fine by me “ he scoffed “ get the hell out for all I care — I'll pack your shit for you “

“ no— I'll pack your shit asshole your living  in my house bottom feeder “

“ if you don’t shut the fuck u— “

“ then what ? huh what — you’ll leave me “

“ I swear to god I'll —”

“ you’ll what cheat on me with my best friend ah I'm so scared — “ your voice holding nothing but mock enthusiasm “ I can just imagine the way you’ll kiss her when I'm not there — these thoughts for some reason almost feels real y’know “

you watched as the man you’d taught yourself to love for 7 years since high school finally walked out the door. His perfume from earlier still hanging in the air long after the door slammed. Your mind racing when you were finally brought to one thought

‘ how did we end up like this and how the hell do we get back ‘

[calypsoff]

Thirty.

I been out in Cali near enough every day, shit is cool as fuck around here. I mean it’s a little quiet when I am in the house, but I am chilling out every day, I be driving Robyn’ Porsche around doing my thing, talking to suppliers, other designers, went to meet up with Tyga. He doesn’t even live that far from Robyn, we just hung out for two days straight. I am living that Cali life and I am loving it to be honest. Why did I even think this place was bad, I may have been trying to prove a point to Robyn. Thinking of Robyn, I need to text her. Drake invited me to the club, he invited me to the club with him. I am so hype for this, I have got a barber to come out to Robyn’ crib and do my hair but I can see how you can spend a lot of money here, I think I have spent more then I should have but I can’t help it. Just living life, I am happy right now. Robyn and I, we speak sometimes and it’s always that awkward conversation because I left annoyed with her, and she was hating on me when I left because of what I said but we haven’t even spoke on it, she is somewhat busy and I am also, not busy but I just keep it to me. I don’t know what to do or say to Robyn to make her feel better or for her to not be angry with me. I just don’t know what to do or say, I tell her about when I go out but I just keep it to me mostly because Robyn doesn’t care right now, also she ain’t give me sex, so I have been without since. Imagine partying with Tyga in his crib with the finest bitches there, and I am backed up and not had sex. I would never cheat on Robyn, ever. But it’s hard, she can’t do that to me because I said she is skinny. It makes no fucking sense, and I will bring it up wit her when I do see her, when we meet again of course.

Barry and TJ are forever facetiming me, they said they will be coming soon to see me and they want to be living that Cali life “listen, I am still trying to get used to shit. Like right now I can go to Tyga’ crib and he be like cool, sit with me. He has bitches walking around naked as fuck, without a care. He just be having bitches, bro. It’s crazy, I am sat there with my mouth open like damn. Then I remember oh yeah Robyn” TJ busted out laughing “yo, you need to remember number one now, so you think we should have moved there” hearing the buzzer go off “uhm, honestly maybe yes but no. I spent too much money here, like I ended up throwing some money at these girls just twerking because niggas was doing, you know. What could I do, shit was behind closed doors, so I just like uhm here a dollar” I snorted laughing pressing the buzzer “who this!?” I asked, “It’s JC bro!” letting out an oh “cool, come through” unlocking the gate “that’s me out, I got my barber out here” TJ and Barry gasped “no fucking way, yo. We are coming there ASAP, fuck you!” I cackled; this is funny because I know these niggas are dying to come down “aight, I’m out” disconnecting the facetime, I need to look good. I am partying with Drake now so yeah, fuck that noise, making my way through the hallway to open the door, this place is too damn big. It’s a nice home but I don’t think its home for Robyn, like she ain’t have no personal pictures around, like she just comes here. Opening the door “what’s good? Thank you for coming out” dapping JC “bro Tyga told me, I got you for whatever you want” moving back to let him in.

My hair isn’t even that bad, but I needed that shape up “I hear you making a name for yourself though, like when Tyga told me and he said Chris Brown. I was like huh, and then he said that clothing line Black Pyramid so yeah, you are making a name for yourself” JC said, I grinned “I will hook you up bro, I got some gear over here bro. I got you” I am glad I bought some gear over “good looking out, thank you” I dapped him, my phone started to ring in my pocket “yo I got to take this, might be my twin” digging into my pocket “dang, imagine dating riri though” seeing the caller ID, I knew it would be Robyn. Answering the call “hey” she is probably asking about that text “so now Drake inviting you to the club, why? What are you doing over there?” I don’t know if she was joking at first, but I think she is joking “my handsome looks, but I said I had to check in with the lady of the house first” I lied, because I said yes before anything “mhmm, what if the lady says no?” I hope she doesn’t “no? Then my haircut is going to be wasted, but can I call you back. I have my barber here right now” Robyn let out an oh “that’s fine, call me whenever and you can go” she is so weird, her mood is horrendous “cool, aight. Bye then” I would like Robyn to say I love you, which she hasn’t in so long, but she didn’t “bye” the call disconnected.

I was going to call Robyn, but I decided against it, I just went to the club to meet up with Drake. I wore my best shit and I drove Robyn’ Porsche here, I have to look the part. You do really need to look the part when you deal and sit with people that are rich as fuck. I got out of the car, I don’t know if I leave it here and I go or I wait but this guy came over with his hand out, I passed him my keys and he got into the car and went, I could have gave Robyn’ car away without even knowing, imagine that. But I am sure he is part of the club; the valet guy is right here. The queue is crazy, but I will go ahead, I will try it anyways but he said my name is on the list so I suspect I just go inside, I mean what else would I do. Walking by the row of people, and I mean a lot of people that haven’t gone in. This tall guy just looked at me “name?” he asked “Chris, Chris Brown” if my name is not on the list I am so fucked, I will go home. He is taking his time “come through” he moved the barrier “hey, I know you!” some girl grabbed my tee, looking to the side of me at this female I don’t know “I know you, please get my girls in” I shook my head laughing “you light skinned niggas are not shit!” she spat, let me just go inside.

Dapping Drake’ entourage, they welcomed me like I am their own people “you came!” Drake said, dapping him but he hugged me instead “this nigga, he is a great guy. I have good feelings about people, and you are one of them, I think you are destined to be great. I am glad you came out, what you doing here? I thought you would be on tour” shaking my head “I am in cali, housesitting for my girlfriend, she wants me to get used to Cali and honestly, I am loving it” Drake laughed “you say girlfriend like it ain’t Rihanna, but that is amazing. This place is amazing, the people you meet. Also I want you to meet Nicki, hey” he waved Nicki Minaj over, this is mind blowing “no way” I said to myself, I am sweating now. Oh shit, she is real “meet a friend of mine Chris, Nicki, Nicki, Chris” she is pretty “awww hey, aren’t you the cutest” hugging her “thank you” I mumbled “oh wait, you are Rihanna’ boyfriend, oh my gosh. You are the sweetest thing!” she yelped out, am I that cute. She is making me laugh at her reaction “what can I say” I am only going to let her get away with calling me cute, I am a grown ass man.

I find this so surreal, to be in this section. To be getting free drinks, getting that VIP treatment. My life has changed, and I am so happy with everything, I am not planning on drinking anymore because I need to drive back so I am just drinking some Red Bull right now, that reminds me. Let me see what Twin is doing, she never called me when I said to her. She is so uptight, it’s dumb and I won’t call her. I am just going to text her, my phone screen lit up and I have got various messages from people but Robyn, shaking my head tapping on my messages and writing one out.

Chris: No text!?

Pressing send on the message, I said no text but yet I meant to say no call which made me laugh. Niggas are going crazy in my messages because I just posted a picture of Drake and I, I am the with the homie, I mean imagine being homies with Drake. Nobody from VA can say that shit, so my messages are going crazy, Robyn text me back.

Twin: Why would I text you?

Chris: I mean call but does it matter you didn’t!?

Twin: Right!

Chris: I am not going to fall out with yu but yu are being so stank with me

Twin: This skinny bitch will come back to you when she is better for you

Chris: wtf? I never called you a bitch Robyn! I mentioned yu lost weight and I didn’t like yu skinny it looks crazy on yu like yu are taking drugs!

Twin: FUCK YOU!

I am not even going to speak to her, let her sulk and be the way she is because as a boyfriend I told her the truth, maybe I shouldn’t have text her intoxicated but I don’t care. She has for real pissed me off, it’s not even that deep. I fucking care for her, shaking my head locking my phone “you want a drink?” the girl just came up at the side of me, she grabbed a wine glass from the tray “for you” staring at the glass and then her face, I don’t even know her “nah, I am good” shaking my head, I am not fucking with nothing like that.

Watching the gate close from the camera, I always go through this process, it’s a headache to make sure everything is locked and closed. Just give me a simple door to lock, rubbing my forehead feeling stressed. The gate closed outside “cool” my phone started to ring on the side, it’s Robyn. I deep down want to ignore it but I won’t, she called and I shall speak to her. Answering the call “what’s up?" I answered because it’s really early morning there so something is up “well you complained I didn’t call you but also you are actually an asshole, right. Hear me out” here we go, let me walk to the bedroom “you called me peak skinny and then all of a sudden you think I would want sex with you? Peak skinny, I be singing on stage and thinking about it. My boyfriend telling me I am peak skinny and now I look like I am taking drugs, do I look that bad to you!? You have made me feel like shit and yet you still have this shit attitude with me. I am here seeing you having the most fun, Tyga!? The pornstar that has women around for nothing, you think I wouldn’t see the picture, that I wouldn’t know. You may not do anything but you’re there smiling” I really don’t want to hear it “right, you done? I smiled seeing some ass because my own girlfriend doesn’t want to give that one up” I am too tired to care “you are actually unbelievable, maybe Cali isn’t for you. Just know you have really hurt me; I have a lot to think about because you are being the asshole you are now. Because I didn’t give you sex” funny how she picks on that “see what I mean with you, you pick on that one thing. You have been so stank with me; I have tried with you. I left that tour upset but did you care? I kissed your forehead and left, it’s always the Rihanna show when you are in the wrong here, what about your attitude!? I don’t want to argue with you” sitting on the edge of the bed “imagine calling your girlfriend peak skinny and that I look like I take drugs, you are a bastard Chris. Don’t call me back” she put the phone down, she is right. I won’t be calling back.

I jerked off of the bed in shock, my eyes shot open feeling my whole body just be in shock. The only thing that can be heard is me breathing heavily and I am sweating “damn” pushing the covers off of me, I am sweating. Wiping my forehead, it’s still night and actually I didn’t even close the blinds which I should have but it’s dark as fuck. Shaking my head getting up from the bed, maybe I had a nightmare or some shit, but I don’t think I was. Making my way to the bathroom, I kind of hate this home because it’s too big. It’s not the first time feeling like this actually, it’s just big and lonely. I am not scared but it’s just a little lonely to me, I froze hearing a loud thud, looking up at the ceiling. That was from upstairs, not even a lie that was. I swallowed hard, I ain’t even going to leave the bedroom like that. Jogging back over to the bed, I am going to call the police. The noise is a lot, I am downstairs, her room is here downstairs. Someone is here, maybe more. Pressing the phone to my ear “yeah yeah, someone is in the home. I ain’t left the bedroom but I can hear footsteps upstairs, the home is 7800 block of Hillside Avenue, the home belongs to Rihanna. I am her boyfriend Chris. I need someone to come out here ASAP” I ain’t a scared bitch but I still don’t want to go out there and get killed “sir we will send someone right over, can you lock the door where you are at now?” walking over to the door “I am downstairs in the bedroom, it’s a little quiet now. Should I check?” maybe I should, like what if they taking her stuff “sir please stay in the room and lock the door” licking my top lip, opening the door to see and I just flat out died inside seeing this grown ass man in my face, I dropped my phone and I went into fight mode.

[barnesandrogersfanfics]

Rose Coloured Glasses - Part 9

A/N: Bit of a shorter chapter to move us along!

Thank you to everyone who is liking/sharing this fic it means so much! ILY 💕

"Frank.... what are you doing here?"

"I really needed to see you, to explain about earlier"

"Nows not a great time"

"Please? I feel awful"

"Cant this wait until tomorrow? Im about to have dinner...." a phone ringing from the living room made me look over my shoulder and Frank was trying to look around me.

"You already have company?" He asked looking surprised that i wasn't alone.

"I..."

Just as i was about to answer Andy came walking out now wearing his suit jacket and coat and Frank scoffed shaking his head as if everything in the world made sense now.

"Hey, i gotta go pick up Jacob" he said to me before looking at Frank and the two exchanging their usual greeting "thanks for locking up tonight i owe you" he patted some keys in his pocket "see you in the morning?"

"Of course"

"Okay, goodnight"

"Goodnight" he smiled at me as moved around Frank and headed to his car, i couldn't help but notice how much he turned back to look at me.

"Guess i know why you wouldn't invite me in..."

"What?"

"You sleeping with him?"

"No! God Frank we're not all like you jumping bed to bed! He came to pick up the office keys" i lied about why Andy was really there.

"Sorry, guess i got a little jealous"

I couldn't help but laugh at Franks words, he was the one sleeping with other people and his saying he got jealous??

"Its not funny....."

"It kinda is considering your the one who decided to slut it around town"

"I..... please can we talk inside?"

A pizza delivery vehicle parked up and young boy came rushing over to hand over my pizza.

"Thank you" i smiled passing him the money and taking the pizza, the boy smiled and was soon back in his car driving away.

"You hungry?" I offered still unsure if this was a good idea but i was starving and Frank didn't show any sign of leaving.

"Sure, i could eat" he nodded following me inside.

Frank made himself at home quickly and i had to admit it was nice to have him around again....I had missed him. But i had to remember he would never be the guy to commit to just one person and i didn't want to think about him with other women when he wasn't with me.

"So i guess we should talk about the other morning?"

"Not really, it was pretty obvious what was going on Frank. Im not stupid" i scoffed.

"I didnt mean for it to happen.... i was more than happy with what we had going on" he motioned between the two of us "we were great together, we had fun right?"

"Im not saying we didn't have fun, i was enjoying what we had" i told him honestly "really enjoying it! But seeing you with that woman....."

"Look i only hooked up with her because i was pissed you couldn't make it.... i had far too much to drink and one thing lead to another...."

"Wow..... you were pissed at me?? I told you why i couldn't make it. Its not like i just couldn't be bothered! You try dealing with hundreds of questions about a dead kid all day and then feel up to partying! i was exhausted! I told you id reschedule its not like id never go meet your friends"

"Im sorry okay, can't we just put this behind us and carry on...?"

"I cant Frank i'm sorry. Seeing you with that woman made me realise i'm not okay with the casual dating thing. The thought that when your not with me your probably fucking some other woman..... i can't do it"

"But you knew what this was..."

"And i thought i could deal with that" i shrugged "i need someone i trust not to hurt me. I need that commitment..."

"And you think your gonna get that from Andy Barber?"

"What?? This isn't about him! Why do you keep bringing Andy up?"

"Incase your forgetting sweetheart, Andy is married. He cant give you what you need either"

"I think you should go, this conversation isn't going anywhere. You cant give me what i need.... your scared to commit to one person and thats what i need. Im sorry Frank, i loved our time together i really did".

"I can try....."

"Its not what you want" i shook my head "you'd get bored with me in no time and then you'd go find someone else"

"You don't know that" he looked at me with sad eyes but shook his head because he knew i was right.

"We can still be friends but thats all i can give you right now. Maybe in the future if you ever decide to settle down things might be different"

"Well i know where to come if that ever happens" he chuckled "but yeah id like us to be friends still..." he reached out and pulled me into his arms holding me tight, he buried his face in my neck and pressed a kiss under my ear.

"I should go" he finally said standing up grabbing his jacket from the chair "thanks for the pizza".

"We should do it again, we can watch a movie and hang out"

"Sounds great sweetheart" he pressed a quick kiss to my forehead and then he left without a word.

After throwing out the empty pizza box i settled on the sofa with a fresh beer. A new episode of The Walking Dead was about to start when my phone lit up with a message. I looked and saw Andy's name, my heart started racing and i suddenly felt very nervous!

Andy: Hey, everything okay there with Frank?

I couldn't help but laugh a little and shake my head.

Y/N: You checking up on me? Lol

Andy: No? Lol

Andy: Kinda..... i know you two were close

Y/N:  Nothings going on i promise, he stayed for some pizza while we talked things through and then he left.

Andy: Good. I hated leaving you like  that.

Andy: are you okay about what happened with us?

Y/N: didn't i seem okay about it then? Lol i thought it was pretty obvious that i was into it.

Andy: just checking lol i'm a bit rusty at all this.....

Y/N: its all good i promise :)

Y/N: What are you up to anyway?

Andy: looking over Patz's file trying to find something.... anything that might help. Im not getting anything but a headache.

Y/N: You should go get some sleep, have a look at it again tomorrow with fresh eyes.  I could meet you at the office and go over it with you?

Andy: yeah? You wouldn't mind?

Y/N: Not at all

Andy: Okay, i think i'll take your advise and pack up for the night. I'll see you in the morning?

Y/N: Yeah, i'll bring the good coffee ;) Goodnight Andy xx

Andy: Your the best! Goodnight Y/N xx

Little did i know the shit storm that was about to hit tomorrow, this was  definitely the calm before the storm!

Everything taglist: @jesseswartzwelder @dumblani @barnesandrogersworld @patzammit

Rose Coloured Glasses taglist: @readermia @princess-evans-addict @jennmurawski13 @matsumama @ex-bloodjunkie @kaithezaftig @rynabarnesrogers @rainbowkisses31

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Halloween hauntings

Bakukami week day 6 (Part one) : Fall Nights @officialbakukamiweek Summary: Halloween parties are just excuses to sneak in alcohol, get fucked up, and wear stupid costumes. Bakugo had never liked the holiday before, but a cute devil was quickly changing his mind Read on Ao3

Halloween was never Bakugo's preferred holiday, despite the free rein to scare the crap out of little kids.

He honestly preferred Christmas, or at least the idea of it, if only it weren't for the cold. New Years, Valentines, White Day; he liked all of them, except Halloween. He hated that everyone used it as an excuse to get drunk, wear costumes of things which should never be sexified, eat a bunch of candy and complain about getting scared.

What was the point of it, really?

He'd never enjoyed trick-or-treating since his mom and dad had always insisted on picking out his costumes and hand making them. Don't go crazy, don't get it dirty, and don't rip it. Problems of having fashion designer parents, he guessed. His mother got way into it every year, doing family costumes together with them and going out with Izuku and his mother.

He usually also had to match Izuku, since their moms enjoyed the holiday and it was easier to find them if they had matching costumes.

And as he'd grown up, his Halloweens changed. His parents started holding parties once he'd decided that he didn't want to trick-or-treat anymore, another excuse for Inko and Mitsuki to hang out together on their second favorite holiday. Those two had been friends since they were in High School. He couldn't understand why they were both insufferable. The parties had gotten louder and louder the older he got, parents and teenagers using the holiday as an excuse to drink. Someone always brought the booze from the adult's side of the party to the teenager's side, or the teenagers would have to take the younger children out to trick-or-treat. It sucked if you got stuck with that.

When he got into UA, his parents asked if Halloween was a holiday that they'd be home for. Aizawa had responded no. And with the introduction of the dorms, UA had been forced to do something. They'd announced a Halloween party to their students by year. The first year party was going to be chaperoned by Midnight and those she chose. Present Mic would be joining her, as well as three other pro heroes which had not been announced. Aizawa had been reserved for watching over his Daughter, Eri, as she went trick-or-treating for the first time.

This would be the first year he didn't have to match Midoriya or his parents; where he could pick his own costume and do whatever he wanted.

He wanted to stay at the dorms, studying or training. Nothing good would come of the party, especially if it was going to be as loud as he expected it to be.

His friends tried to convince him, Kirishima especially persistent in his efforts. Apparently, he was going as a half-dragon shifter thing, since his red riding hood costume, which he'd worn as a joke the previous year, had been denied by both of his mothers since they needed to remake it; he'd grown since Middle School.

"But Kaminari and I have already made plans next year to match! We're gonna do Oni's next year!"

"Kirishima. Your point?" Bakugo glared. "Also, who the fuck prepares that far in advance?"

"Kaminari and I, obviously! And, yeah. You should totally go to the party with us! It'll be so much fun!"

"Absolutely not."

"C'mon, man! We're all going, and who wants to sit in the dark, alone, on Halloween? That sounds like the beginning of a horror movie!"

Bakugo rolled his eyes.

"I don't like Halloween."

Kirishima's eyes widened, placing his hand on his heart in shock. "How can you not like Halloween?!"

"If I fucking go to the shitty party, will you not ask?!"

"Yessir!"

Bakugo only realized what he'd agreed to after he saw the grin on Kirishima's face, recoiling from how bright and sunshine-y he was.

"You're way too fucking happy about that, Hair for brains."

"Well, now we can all hang out at an awesome, manly party! Why shouldn't I be excited? Any ideas for what you're gonna be?"

"I'll kill you in three seconds if you don't get out of my room."

Bakugo had learned long ago that hanging out around a single one of his dumbasses for any length of time was too mentally draining for his comfort, and Kirishima understood that despite being an extrovert.

He did have to think about what kind of costume he wanted, though. Something which made sense with his personality.

On the night of Halloween, October Thirty First, Bakugo reconsidered going. His costume, a werewolf, looked amazing and it was comfortable, but he didn't honestly feel the need to go other than he'd told Kirishima that he would.

Kirishima and Sero went to get him ten minutes after they said they would, Mina in tow.

"Bakugo! We match!!!" Mina exclaimed her own werewolf costume a pretty impressive display. Shorts, a tail attached to the belt in the same fashion as his own, her pink ears high and proud. The crop top she had on likely wouldn't be allowed on any other day, looking at it.

Kirishima wasn't looking bad either, red scaled tail coming just above the floor and fire red horns matching. He'd managed to put patches of scales on his cheeks and down his neck, on his arms and part of his exposed chest.

Sero, however, was hilariously creative. A spiderman mummy. He'd managed to place his tape so perfectly that his elbows were almost completely hidden by the material, in fact.

"Where's Sparky?" Bakugo asked, looking at the three expectantly.

"He's finishing up; he'll meet us downstairs, so come on!" Mina grabbed Bakugo's arm, pulling him along with her to make it down to the first floor.

"Everyone else has already headed out," Sero explained, as to why they were late.

"We figured you wanted as little to do with Midoriya as possible," Kirishima grinned. He was right, of course. After years of spending the holiday with Deku, Bakugo wanted nothing to do with him. Especially not tonight.

Once they got to the main floor, Mina dragged them over to the candy bowl she'd set up with Sato, waiting for Kaminari.

Three minutes ticked by slowly, the four of them conversing lightly about what the party would be like. Would it be a dance? Would there be games? The possibilities were endless, really. They knew that each year was given a location, the first six floors of one of the four pillars of UA, while the fourth one was left locked, save for the first floor where Recovery Girl's office and the lecture hall was.

The front left had been reserved for the third years, front right for the second years and the back left for first years. For everyone's safety, the windows would stay locked as well as the upper floors. School IDs were to be kept on everyone's person at all times, otherwise, they wouldn't be able to get into the dorms or the building. All other school rules applied, which hadn't made Hagakure too pleased.

The main difference between the party, it seemed, is that quirks would be allowed during the event so long as it wasn't in a destructive manner. No school the day after, either, so they could stay up as long as they wished.

"Hey, you guys ready to go?" Kaminari's voice broke through the narration, the four of them turning to face him.

Bakugo's face went a gorgeous shade of crimson, Sero and Mina whistled, and Kirishima fist pumped the air.

"Looking good, man!" Kirishima said, grinning,

"Get it boy~!" Mina winked, her voice peppy,

"I have no idea how you're walking but I like it!" Sero chuckled.

Bakugo didn't know what to say.

Kaminari had walked downstairs, tight wine red pants clinging to those long legs of his, a blood red silken shirt adorning his top, partly undone to expose his chest. A smooth cherry vest trimmed with obsidian topped it, showing off his wonderful waist and leading into a swishing devil's tail, which likely was moving through some animatronics. His pitch leathery colored wings curled to hide behind his shoulders, though Bakugo was sure they had some form of a motor in them as well. In his hand was a metallic raspberry trident, long and strong enough to withstand his weight. He had reddish black horns upon his head,

What killed him was the shoes, however. Leather, black and sleek, lace up and coming to his knees with five-inch dagger heels. Kaminari walked as if those weren't killing his feet to wear, even swinging his hips with a smirk.

He knew what he was doing.

"Well, what are we waiting around for? There's a party to go to!" Kaminari smirked, the devil in him coming forward.

If Kaminari would dress like this every Halloween, Bakugo might be able to learn to love this holiday.

Bakugo did hate the holiday. Oh, how he hated it. They'd arrived at the party, the dancing and partying was taking place on the main floor, food was on the second floor, the third floor was reserved for movie watching and the other three floors were reserved for games. Someone had proposed the idea of a test of courage, only for Midnight and the other faculty members to shoot it down due to the anxiety and memories such a game might hold for the hero course students.

'We are not in the business of giving people anxiety attacks,' Midnight had said, 'You are free to play pranks and the like, and hold a test of courage in everything but name; if you play Murderer in the Dark, you're more than welcome to hold some scares as well.'

Jack 'o lanterns lit the halls of the upper allowed floors, setting the mood for frights. The first and second floor, blissfully, was fully lit for proper sight.

After sitting on the second floor for a half an hour, Kaminari and the rest of his friends had dragged Bakugo into a game of Murderer in the Dark on the upper three floors. As much as he had intended to leave them be, he found himself staring into golden eyes full of excitement, blushing cheeks and blonde hair which glowed in the light, and he heard himself say okay before he could stop himself.

So, they'd been given ten minutes to hide among the three floors, and they'd scattered. He'd lost track of his friends and remembered exactly why he hated Halloween parties.

They'd started on the sixth floor and made their way downstairs. Bakugo had made it down to the fourth floor by the time a small scream came, registering pain and he saw lights from within a classroom.

He opened the door, slipping in carefully.

"What the fuck?" He asked into the darkness of the room, the lights coming again from the corner.

In this classroom, the music room he realized, was a cabinet wall at the back of the room. He heard buzzing from that corner, realizing exactly who was there.

"Sparky, what happened?" He knelt down to his friend, who sat against the wall with one leg out, the other pulled in close. Electricity buzzed around him, Kaminari hissing and tearing up.

"I. Fuck this hurts." He hissed, and Bakugo raised an eyebrow.

"Do I need to carry you to recovery girl?"

"Can you help me get my boots off first?" Kaminari's voice was wavering, pained and he was on the verge of tears.

Bakugo obliged him, unlacing one of those knee-high boots carefully while Kaminari did the other. Fuck, those look as good as the fabric feels, he thought.

As soon as the boots were off, Bakugo saw the issue. Even through the socks, he could tell that Kaminari had definitely damaged his ankles. They were swollen, certainly, and Bakugo assumed he'd tripped on those dagger heels.

"How the hell did you fall? You were fucking fine before." Bakugo hissed, glaring at the little devil.

"I was running, man!" Kaminari winced, "This dude from class E has been following me around since the party started, I saw him, and I bolted." He choked on the end of his sentence, "I didn't know what to do!"

Bakugo reached over, slipping one arm under Kaminari's knees and the other under his shoulders, lifting him up.

"Well, they're gonna have to fuck off. I'm bringing you to Recovery girl, you're going to have to fucking deal with it."

Kaminari moaned in pain, holding onto Bakugo with one hand, the other holding the boots which had been the cause of his pain.

When he walked out of the music classroom, Bakugo spotted Kirishima as Kaminari's electricity started dying down.

"Oi, shitty hair!" Bakugo said, Kirishima turning around in a panic.

"Oh, hey bro, can't- Is that Kaminari?"

"Yeah, I'm taking him to Recovery girl. Tell the moderator to fuck off or I'll kill him."

Kaminari was getting redder by the second as they Bakugo brought him to Recovery Girl, trying to attract as little attention as possible.

Recovery girl healed him up, gave him ankle braces for his feet, and told Bakugo to escort him back to the dorms to change into supportive sneakers. If Kaminari was going to go back to the party, he wouldn't be allowed to participate in any of the physical activities, so he'd be stuck on the second and third floors.

The fall air was crisp, cooling and refreshing to their lungs. The leaves crunched beneath their feet, neither one of them talking, instead appreciating how beautiful things were. The trees were gorgeous, amber, umber and hues of red mixing together. The smell of Pumpkin filled the air, sounds from the party coming through the building as they made their way back.

Fall was the kind of season which made people want to cuddle up together, ushering in the icy breath of winter some days, summer heat lingering in others. It was nice, the best of both seasons. Under his green coat, Bakugo as more than warm enough to combat the cold breeze, but Kaminari wasn't the same.

Thin silk shirts weren't exactly resistant to the cold, after all.

The warmth of the dorm, with its heating and lack of open windows, was welcoming.

Bakugo and Kaminari made their way to their individual dorm rooms in silence, unknowingly to do the same thing. Change back into their pajamas, then go down to the common room and watch movies while binging on candy.

Kaminari had changed into a pair of cozy sweatpants, and one of the sweaters he'd stolen from Mina accidentally. A dark burgundy, embroidered in wool with the word 'Snuggle' on it in white. Comfy.

Bakugo changed into sweatpants and a black-skulled sweater, heading back down and turning on the television. Kaminari made his way out of the elevator, sitting next to him on the couch as the television illuminated the room. Scrolling through the movies available, Bakugo chose the Halloween movie and leaned back, Kaminari snuggling against his side, to which he moved one arm over the injured blonde's shoulder.

Somewhere around ten thirty, Kaminari fell asleep to the beating of Bakugo's heart, the warmth radiating off of the other teen a wonderful protection against the natural cold of a fall night.

Bakugo silently amended his thoughts from earlier in the night. If Kaminari dressed like this, staying cuddled up with him and falling asleep while they watched old movies, he may start to like Halloween and even look forward to it.

[thatbluegibson]

CH 74

By the time Taylor caught up with Dave, he had already downed three shots of whiskey and was impatiently waiting for a fourth.

Taylor leaned an elbow against the bartop next to him, "You know you're way in the wrong here, dude."

Dave straightened his spine and glared at his friend, then swiped his freshly poured shot and threw it back. "I should have fucking known you'd side with her," he muttered, throwing his shoulder into Taylor's when he stalked past him.

Taylor sighed and shook his head at the bartender, effectively cutting Dave off. He ordered a couple tall glasses of water and watched Dave stomp away, knowing things were bad when even the drunkest of fans recognized the look on Dave's face and shied away instead of asking for a photo.

"Go ahead," Taylor sighed and folded into a wooden chair at the tiny table he found Dave at. "Get it all out."

Dave straightened up in his chair and held his hand in front of his face, resting his elbow on the table top as he counted off on his fingers. "One, she has a fucking busted head and shouldn't be alone. Two, I have that big ass empty house where it's just me and occasionally the girls, who are fucking dying to meet her and she still fucking insists on some shitty rental out on the coast. It's like an hour's drive from me!"

Taylor listened carefully, watching the crowd milling around the other side of their table.

"Three during rush hour," Dave added miserably and it took everything Taylor had in him not to laugh. He looked like a petulant child that was told he didn't have enough tickets at the prize counter.  

"All right, ready?" Taylor shifted to look him in the eye. "Put your goddamn fingers back up cause I'm addressing every single one of your complaints."

Dave shot him a glare out of the corner of his eye. "Fuck you," he muttered into his water glass.

Taylor ignored him and held his own fingers up, unable to hide his smirk. "One, her head is fine. She couldn't have fixed up that house with her head caved in and you fucking know it. Two, and this one is multidimensional so pay attention. Yes, you're alone in that big ass house, but your loneliness doesn't mean she needs to uproot herself and her kids just to make you feel better. Do you honestly expect her to meet the girls when she's knee deep in packing peanuts? 'Hi, I'm Liz, I'm moving into your Daddy's room because I'm your new Mommy!'"

Dave practically lunged at Taylor, "Fuck you, Hawkins. You know that's not-"

"Phee is going to see it that way, dude. She's three." Dave's silence was the only answer Taylor needed. "Jesus, Disco. Give the poor girl some space. Meet her family, get to know her better, let things happen naturally. You do this every time."

"I do not."

"No? You don't find some amazing woman and spend every waking moment aggressively wooing her until you're latched on like a goddamn barnacle? You rush into things because you think she'll find something better before you can get your hooks in. There's more than just your feelings in play this time, man. You have to consider the kids and above all, her."

Dave crossed his arms in a huff, letting Taylor know that everything he had said was accurate. "Just a couple months ago you were begging me not to see her."

Taylor snorted into his glass. "Say that again, but slowly."

Just a couple months. Fuck.

*

"David!" Paul's cheerful voice called through the phone after several rings. "I have a feeling I know why you rang..."

"Hi, you wouldn't happen to have my girlfriend, would you?" Dave moved his coffee mug off of the note Liz had left him and re-read her handwriting. By the time he had woken up that morning, Liz was gone and a note stating she was at Abbey Road with Paul lay in her place on the pillow. The rest of the night before had been tense, but civil for the sake of the cameras that had discovered their presence on the streets of London, though she did burrow her way into his arms when she finally came to bed. It felt as if they were at an impasse and all he wanted was to get back to normal.

Paul hummed a little then said, "Oh, I think I've seen her skipping about. Would you like to come down and look for yourself?"

Fifteen minutes later, Dave slipped through the side door at Abbey Road Studios, successfully avoiding the crowds of tourists trying to get their own photo out on the zebra crossing or in front of the graffiti wall. The heavy quiet of several insulated studio walls greeted him in the lobby and he tossed back the hood on his sweatshirt to nod at the woman sitting in reception. She smiled and tipped her head to the door behind her, wordlessly giving him access to the depths of the historic studios. Dave wondered if he would ever get used to his face being its own ID badge, especially on such hallowed grounds as these. He moved quickly down the long hallway, peeking into tiny windows set into doors and avoiding rooms with the ominous 'in session' red light shining above the room plaques.

Abbey Road held six studios all ranging from the largest purpose-built recording room in the world down to what was known as 'The Front Room' where only a couple musicians could comfortably fit into the booth. Just as Dave was looking over the schedule posted outside of Studio Three, the door opened slightly and Paul appeared to wave him in.

The control room was dark, lit only by the 96 channel console and a dim lamp on an end table while a piano played through the desk. Paul dropped into a chair at the console and pressed his fingertips together in front of his lips, nodding out into the studio to indicate Dave should take a look.

The studio was dark and looked significantly smaller than he remembered now that the acoustic screens were pulled into position around the ebony grand piano Liz was playing. A single light on top of the piano was aimed at her hands on the keys and her back was to him as her right foot kept silent time against the Persian rug beneath her. Headphones were perched on her head, skewed slightly so she could hear herself play in real time and in playback and Dave could just hear her voice singing softly along.

"Damnit," she said loud enough for the mics to pick up and turned her head to the side. "Once more?"

Paul leaned over the desk and pressed the intercom button. "As many as you like, love. I'll just leave it running."

She didn't wait before starting from the beginning and Dave slowly sat in an empty chair. He had never heard her play the piano, though she looked perfectly at ease like she was playing in her own living room.

"She's a bit distracted this morning," Paul said softly.

"Yeah, that's probably my fault," Dave admitted.

"Hmmm...," Paul thought about what to say before leaning back in his chair. "You know, the very second I laid eyes on Elizabeth I thought she was a long lost daughter of Linda's. Or, if I had really believed all that reincarnation rubbish the Yogi threw at us, that she is Linda."

Dave looked over at him not sure what to say, Paul seldom brought Linda up and he sensed it was because it still hurt too much. "Really?"

Paul nodded, his eyes still fixed on Liz's back. "My girl was this vast ocean of talent that took years to get to the bottom of...," he paused for a moment, deep in thought. "Sometimes I think maybe I never made it to the bottom. She had so much more in her... And I always hated that, yeah? She was something in her own right and then here I come to make her just Mrs. Paul McCartney. Didn't seem very fair for her to lose all the recognition from her art just because she fell for a bloke like me."  

Dave looked back at Liz, watching her sway in time to the music. He hadn't thought of it like that before. She had worked so hard to get where she was and now that she was quitting, what did that make her? His girlfriend. Just a rock star's girlfriend.

A sour note rang across the board and Liz pressed her fingers into the keys in frustration, then hung her head. Paul chuckled a little, "If only she were blonde, it would feel just like fifty years ago in this same bloody studio. You don't get a song like 'Maybe I'm Amazed' with just any woman, now do you?"

Liz got up to stretch her arms and Paul followed her cue by standing from his chair. "I'll go find us some tea, then," he muttered, then left the control room, whistling as he walked.

"You're here!" Liz popped her head in the control room and smiled at Dave. "Sorry you had to suffer through that."

"I loved it," he offered. "Like a jazzy disco-era Stones." He watched her move across the room in her leggings and loose shirt and shifted a little in his chair. He couldn't stay too mad when she looked like that.

"Oooo, Disco Angie! You should rock opera that," she laughed and flopped into Paul's empty chair, hit the playback and spun the chair to face him. "Did dear old dad give you a talking to as well?"

Dave pulled his hat low on his forehead and grinned. "Yep."

"Was it about the domestic bliss that awaits us if I could just quit being so goddamn stubborn?"

He laughed and leaned his elbows onto the board, wishing he had some coffee, "No, mine was more of a reminder that you're pretty kick ass with or without me, so I need to get my shit together if I want you to stick around."

She smiled and tucked her bare feet under herself, "I got the lease on the house in Malibu knocked down to three months."

His heart skipped a little at her words. She had shortened her lease to meet him halfway and he immediately began to think of a way to return the favor. "So we'll come to blows again in three months?"

She smiled and turned back to the board. "It's a date."

[oldphandomgamesblog]

That night, the rain fell heavily against the asphalt, pelting down upon the windshield, blending the street lights into multicoloured hazes. Phil sighed behind the wheel, focused on the seemingly endless stretch of road ahead. The sun had long ago set on the horizon, witnessed by Phil and his companion atop a hill they left just moments earlier. Phil’s hand slid gently into the other boy’s as he drove and the younger of the two’s cheeks reddened deeply. The radio quietly hummed familiar tune and both boys sung along under their breath. The sky was still discoloured by the sun’s recent departure- shades of blue and purple lined the horizon as the stars began to appear alongside the moon. Phil turned to the younger boy momentarily, fixating on his brown smiling eyes. It was such a simple moment, and yet so perfect. So… Dreamlike.

* * * * *

Phil Lester awakened late in the afternoon, hazily rolling over to check his phone. Video Game fan art lit up his phone, no messages appearing on the screen. He sighed, it didn’t surprise him really. Most ‘mornings’ started the same way these days. He let himself roll over and close his eyes for just another moment…

Just another hour. Or maybe two. It didn’t much matter, did it? He didn’t particularly have anything better to do.

Early in the evening, he finally rolled out of bed, throwing on a pair of loose, dirty clothes he found on his mess covered floor. He wasn’t going anywhere anyway. He’d shower later, find some fresh clothes then. Maybe, if he got really motivated, he’d even change his sheets. They were starting to get pretty gross. For breakfast, he cooked two slices of toast and neglected to butter them. Shortly after, he lay down on the couch, flicking endlessly through the channels on his TV.

He’d be awake until about four a.m; That was just how his sleep schedule worked at the moment. Up all night, asleep all day. He didn’t have anything much better to do. All in all, it was just another slow, monotonous day.

* * * * *

Daniel Howell was the eldest of his friends; the designated alcohol supply and hence king of his friendship circle. Every weekend was a different party, a different couch and always spent with a stomach fermenting in alcohol. He and his friends sat at the top of the social hierarchy, which Dan couldn’t really fathom.

Aside from underage alcoholism and opportunistic house parties, he didn’t have much in common with them really. They spent every waking minute talking about ‘pulling birds’ and ‘being top shagger’, ‘getting mortal’ and ‘hanging out with these radgies’. They were all very obviously from the North, Geordie slang thick in their language. Dan, on the other hand, had thus far retained his southern accent. Where they could focus on nothing but ‘going out on the toon’ whilst at school, Dan had an academic streak. Most strikingly and yet secretly though, Dan had no interesting in ‘tashing on with birds’. Lads were far more up his alley.

It was a secret he’d been attempting to keep under wraps for years now, which required the occasional neck on with a lass to be convincing. His parents, first and foremost, would not at all be accepting. In fact, they’d totally ‘kick off’. He wasn’t so sure about his friends; they often made stupid, offensive remarks but he wasn’t so sure they’d be truly bothered by his sexuality (it left more women for them, didn’t it?). He’d never had a boyfriend, so he’d never had reason to tell anyone and that worked perfectly well for him.

Until the day a strange man appeared on his doorstep.

* * * * Phil Lester’s sweaty pale chest pressed against the chest of the tanner boy beneath him, his face buried in his neck, eyes tightly closed and lips slightly agape. The younger boy’s hands found his hips and pulled them down toward his own, eliciting a breathy moan from Phil. Phil let his chapped lips trail slowly from his companion’s collarbone, to the nape of his neck, to his jawline, biting and sucking as his hips moved in sync with the other’s. As he moved to press their lips together, he took in the other’s face for the first time. Outlined by a mop of brown, wavy hair, his tanned complexion was defined by deep brown eyes, and swollen lips. His long eyelashes glistened slightly with sweat, and a slight, exhausted smirk had plastered itself on his face. The elder fisted his fingers in the long bangs of his partner, his hips moving faster now. Fingernails clawed down his back as their voices entangled in a wordless symphony.

* * * *

Phil noticed how wide the other boy’s eyes were, how he nervously bit at his lip, a hand brushing at his fringe as he stood in the doorway of his own home. Out of breath, Phil pushed out a breathy, ‘Hi.’

‘Hi.’ The other replied, as if knowingly. He took a deep breath, and within moment, Phil found his lips pressed against his nervous companion’s for the first time.

* * * *

“I’m not going to leave you.” Phil promised his partner, as he wrapped his arms around him. The younger boy was wearing an oversized black sweater and his eyes were puffy and red. He sniffled in response to Phil. “I promise I won’t. I love you, okay?”

“I love you too, Philly.” He replied as he cuddled into his lover’s chest.

* * * *

The gates of the cemetery seemed to open with no input from any external sources, adding a layer of creepiness to situation unfolding. Phil had had all of these dreams a million times before…The same unnamed boy, the same scenes. This one… This one was new.

He walked, as if in a trance, between rows of greaves, goosebumps littering his skin as he realised how many bodies surrounded him, how many rotting corpses lay below his feet. It seemed endless, as he walked through the graves. Like the bodies would never end, like he’d never find his destination.

When he eventually stopped, it was in front of a huge grave, it’s surface cloaked in a collection of flowers and trinkets. He felt as if he knew what he was going to read before his eyes even focused on the words, but he still felt sick to the stomach when the reality registered.

Daniel James Howell 1993-2013 Beloved betrothed of Phillip Lester, brother to Adrian Howell, son to Howell

* * * * *

“Hello?”

“Nala. It’s Phil.” Phil spoke hurriedly into the phone.”

“I know, you spork. There’s this thing, it’s called caller ID. It’s actually a pretty cool invention, really. Means I can see who’s calling me.”

“Sorry, I’m an idiot. Anyway, I know his name.”

“Wait, who?” A heavily accented female voice replied.

“The guy, in the dreams… The dreams I’m always having.” Phil mumbled.

“I’ve told you a thousand times, you’ve made him up. There’s no guy, you’re dreaming…” Nala sighed,as if she’d faced this phone call a million times prior.

“No… No, Nala. I know he’s real. I promise you… I just get a feeling about this.”

“Whatever. What’s his name, then, Fox Mulder?”

“Daniel… Uhm.” Phil paused, as if forgetting what he had intended to say.

“Daniel…?”

“Howell? Um. Daniel James Howell.” His voice sped up as if everything had suddenly returned to him. He felt like he’d finally found the answers.

“You’re shitting me…”

“I’m not!”

“Did you just decide to open my yearbook and pick the first cute boy you saw to troll me? You didn’t do a great job, Dan Howell is most definitely straight, I’m afraid.”

“You know him?” Phil’s heart pounded against his ribcage, realising he was suddenly so much closer to meeting this guy than he ever thought. He didn’t know why he felt so intensely about this… But these dreams… They’d persisted for years. There were others, a while back, the contents of which had since come true and these ones… My God, these ones he really wanted to come true. “Nala, you have to help me meet him. Please. I know you think this whole thing is crazy… But I have to. Please.”

“He’s in my chemistry class. I can’t believe I’m saying this- Dan Howell is so not someone I should be talking to at school, he probably hates me… But, I’ll try? Meet me outside my school at 3:45. No promises though. And Phil? Please, God, try not to be a creep.”

* * * *

At 3:42, Phillip Lester was leaning anxiously on the gates of Nathalia Secondary College, hands shaking in anticipation. Less than three minutes later, the moment he’d long been waiting for arrived.

“Nala,right? I honestly don’t know what the fuck you want from me, but I really have got to be going-“ The voice hitched and mumbled, “Oh fuck…”

“Hi.” Phil said shyly.

“No. No. Fuck no. This is not happening.” Daniel Howell started to back slowly away from Phil and Nala. “ I can’t…”

Phil rushed forward, grabbing Dan’s forearms, his eyes becoming watery. “Dan, you have to listen to me.” His grip tightened as a tear rolled onto his cheek. He couldn’t lose Dan now. “My name is Ph-“

“I know who you are.” Dan replied, shaking, grabbing Phil’s forearms too. “I’ve had the dreams as well.” He took a deep breath, his own eyes watering. “You… You’re supposed to date me, and God… I don’t know. You’re the person who is going to kill me.”

(Submitting on behalf of Ayla, Team K!)

What an ending! 50 points!

[wordtoadina]

Addiction

It's 7:03pm and it's starting to get dark outside. I won't be able to see much of anything around here in about an hour. Thank God it's the middle of the summer, at least I can leave the windows open at night. The refrigerator only has a carton of spoiled milk and an open can soda I've been making the most of for the past two days.

My mom hasn't been home since Thursday. Just like all the other nights, tonight is no different.

I take the last sip of the soda and toss it in the garbage. I'll grab something to eat once I head out. Even though I don't quite know when that'll be. Dude from the corner hasn't whistled for me in a while.

"Mr. Rigsby" a voice interrupted.

I fell asleep in the lobby, waiting for my mom to be signed out. This was the third time she's been in rehab and hopefully her last. I came to take her out for lunch. Today is her birthday. I looked up at the lady who called me.

"ID?" she asked.

I went into my wallet and the family picture I had of us from years ago slipped out. I honestly haven't seen her smile like that since. Those were the good days. Before I could put it back, I heard a familiar laugh.

"How do you still have that photo?" my mom asked. She laughed again.

I greeted her with a hug. "You'd be surprised at what stuff I still have" I  laughed back.

She looked good, considering. Her sand brown hair was brushed back into a neat ponytail. Her skin with a slight glow. The drugs used to drain every inch of her beauty. It used to be troubling to see her high. Sometimes, it still is. Images like that don't just go away.

"Ronny called to wish me a happy birthday" she said, once we got in the car.

I sucked my teeth. "Fuck that nigga straight up" I said. She sighed. "I wish you'd stop mentioning him to be all the way honest with you!" Ronny was my dad's best friend. He was also responsible for getting my mother hooked when my dad passed away.

"He means well T" she said.

After her first program, he started coming back around, which placed her back in the program a second and now third time. I blame him, still. "He means well? What man is okay with being behind the destruction of a woman with a kid? Bruh never meant well and never will so stop fucking with him!" I said, raising my voice.

"He calls from time to time checking on me" she said. "Since you don't visit much"

I laughed so hard. Who does she think is paying for her to get clean? Again. Damn sure not Ronny. "I can't drive out here as much as you'd like. I don't have time for that. Someone has to pay for your way through another wasted program."

She rolled the window down and lit her cigarette. She stared into the clouds rubbing her head.

"Terrell this isn't easy. I'm trying, okay?" she sighed.

"Aight ma" I said, reaching for her free hand. She gripped mine back.

We turned into her favorite diner not too far from the facility. She ordered waffles and macaroni. I ordered pasta with spaghetti sauce and garlic knots.

"T, you don't want your food?" she asked.

My mom was high, dancing around what she considered to be a living room. It hardly had room for a loveseat and coffee table, but it was hers. She didn't care.

"Ma I'm good" I said, checking my watch.

"A cup of noodles and slice bread is too poor for you? Starve yourself then" she shrugged, still prancing around with powder on her nose.

"I just stopped by to wish you a happy 31st" I said, getting up. I gave her a hug and left.

Four years later, and I always eat "noodles and bread" on her special day. She never notices, not that she would know even know why.

The drive back was quiet. She stared out the window the entire time. I don't know if it was to keep from arguing or because she wasn't too happy about having to go back. I pulled up to the building and got out to open her door.

"At least I raised somewhat of a gentleman" she smiled.

I could say otherwise but I smirked instead.

"How do you afford this nice car anyway T?" she asked, looking back at the car.

I drove a bluestone BMW 5 series. It had dark tints and blacked out rims. The black and grey interior was customed with my intials embroidered on the head rest. It wasn't hard on the eyes so I didn't drive it everywhere, to stay on the safe side.

"I work ma" I laughed. "Money doesn't grow on trees"

She looked at me stale faced. I knew for a while that she might have had an idea that I was dealing but it wasn't for me to tell her. I'd prefer she didn't know but after Ronny ran into me one night on the block, there wasn't much to deny. I'm sure he wasn't in a rush to tell her I'm the one he cops from though, his bitch ass. If she knew any good, she'd get rid of him. Better her than me. I'd hate to have to put him six feet under. I'm sure my pops would love that.

She signed herself back in. "Take care of yourself son" she said.

"I'm out here, where you need to be. Focus on getting better." I said, kissing her on the forehead.

It's crazy how many times I've watched my mom leave. Even at 19, it still gets to me.

My phone rang. I looked down to see a text alert from Sega. He's had me under his wing since I was 14. We've never been big on labels but he was like a second father to me.

Boss: U still in Ashbrook?  Im headed back now Boss: Hit the dropbox for me Bet

In my five years of knowing Sega, he's not one to trust many. He had two right hand men. Cliff, who got pinched last year after his girlfriend was pillow talking to an informant and Kilo, who got caught out in Bayway with tons of weight on him. He hasn't been able to pay up since. His only saving grace was his sister is Sage's baby mother. Saved by the bloodline. It makes me wonder how many times I've been saved at the likes of my dad. Hell, even my mom. Or vice versa.

"Get the fuck on Nicole!" he yelled.

I heard a voice say, coming from my mother's apartment. Listening to the tone of his voice, I knew she owed him money.

"Come on man. You know I'll give it right back. I had to turn my lights on." she sighed. It had been two weeks since they were on.

"Nah I'm not falling for that right back bullshit. Last time you owed me, you never paid the full $60. Luckily your boy came through for me." the vvoice said.

Sounds of her rummaging through her bag echoed off the empty walls.

"Okay okay. What if I give you $7 now? You can get him to run off the rest?" she asked.

As I got closer, I could hear him laughing but not in a funny way. He seemed to be irritated. At this point, I was too. "I'm not getting Sonny caught up in your mess, Nicole. You're tripping!" he yelled.

The only person who called me Sonny was the dude from the corner. I stood in the hallway completely taken back. I wasn't sure what was more upsetting, my mom throwing me under the bus or figuring out who she was throwing me under the bus to.

"I know you got him on the block, Sega." my mom said.

He sucked his teeth.

"I'm trying to do right by your boy off the strength of him making a few collects for me but we can part ways if you're going to keep jeffin' with me about my money." he said.

"Don't do me like that" she whined.

Nobody wants to hear their parent begging for anything, especially not drugs. I was near the door when he walked out. He noticed me standing there.

"Wassup Sonny?" he dapped me up. "You good?" I nodded my head, not sure what to make of the conversation I heard. "I might need you later today. I'll whistle for you." I nodded again. He dapped me up a second time sliding a $20 bill in my hand. "And get you something to eat" he said.

An hour later, I pulled up to the Briggs, where Sega meets his plug. The place was gated, well secured, and had cameras from every angle of the three-story white bricked house. The community alone read "rich people only". I entered in the code and the heavy plated gate slid open.

I parked the car and put my stash in the safety box I had installed under the floormat. I reached over, took my gun out the glove compartment, and got out. Dude at the door tried to say I couldn't go inside with my piece. I laughed, and looked around for Joey.

"He's good G!" he yelled, waving dude away from the top of the stairs. He came down in a bathrobe and slippers.

Joey is your typical white boy who learned how to whip up every drug possible in his parent's basement, out of boredom, because they were always out of town working. His sandy beach hair fell every which way. He was the most sloppiest yet put together person I've met. I didn't know if to take him serious or finesse him for everything he had.

"I see you're still on your Hugh Heff shit, huh?" I joked, as we headed to his office.

"This is grown man shit" he dapped me and laughed.

I took the bands of money out my pocket and sat them on the desk. "This is grown man shit" I said.

"Strictly business?" he smirked.

"Only business" I answered.

Sega knew I wasn't too crazy about plugging with Joey. He seemed to be a hit away from losing product. His whole operation could be easily ran through, by a bunch of bitches at that. If the right one got word of how loopy he was, he'd be wiped out for sure. We haven't had any issues with getting product on time though so since it was still a go for Sega,  it was still a go for me.

"Well let's get to it" Joey said and placed the money in the machine. It counted 5,000. He nodded an okay. I grabbed the case of coke off the desk and dapped him up. "Be cool out there."

"Indeed" I said.

We’re set

Boss: Pull up in 30

Bet

Knowing Sega, he meant at least 45 minutes so I stopped to grab a beer and a pack of Newports. I walked out and noticed a girl at the gas pump staring. I ignored her and hopped back in the car.

A horn beeped. Twice. Who the hell is this?

As I pulled out the parking spot, I drove along side her car and rolled down my window. Her pretty caramel skin was chilled by the evening air, with her hair covering enough to keep her warm but not enough to hide the freckles that sprinkled across the middle of her face. I'd never seen her before. She stepped from around her car. The wiff of her scent made my dick jump. She smelled of honey and rose petals.

"Do I know you?" I asked.

"No" she blushed.

"So what'd you honk for?" I asked.

She shifted her weight like I was making her nervous. "You deal, right?

"Deal what, cards?" I laughed hard. Her body language wasn't alarming so I didn't get the vibe that it was a setup but her straight forward answer caught me off guard.

"I know Sega..." she sad, before I cut her off.

Not many knew him by that name. "You should've said that first" I laughed. I was in the clear for sure. "What do you need?"

Her face warmed up a bit. "You have a blunt or two?" She asked. She seemed uncomfortable but whatever it was, it wasn't because of me.

"I don't" I shook my head. "But I know a guy.."

The freckles on her face tightened a little. After I gave her his number, she got back in her car. Before I could get her name, or number for that matter, she drove off. I was left with the smell of honey and rose petals lingering. Maybe she'll sound familiar to Sega.

When I pulled in his driveway, he was outside smoking. Lena wasn't really the "blunts in the house" type. We talked for a little, about visiting my mom. I mentioned her still being in contact with Ronny. The thought of black balling him came to mind. One phone call would shut down all of his connects in the street.

"I appreciate you hitting the drop earlier" Sega said, putting out his blunt.

"You know that's nothing" I waved him of. He had sent me the last few times to re-up. Had he asked someone else, they would've tensed up. I didn't think much of it. Work is work.

"I still remember sending you on a few collects when you stayed on Homestead" he said.

That place was far from home. I knew it and he knew it but it was the only place I knew I was safe. There, and on his couch. Dude from the corner whistled for me. That's always a quick few bucks to last me some days. My mother finally had the lights cut back on so I didn't have to worry about leeaving the windows open.

You'd think with the government checks she got from dad's SSI, we'd be living prettier. It appeared to be a nice life if you were on the outside looking in. We stayed in a nice sized two bedroom, one bathroom apartment. But it was practically empty. She sold majority of the furniture and blew  every penny on drugs or debts she owed for drugs. There really was no difference. I keep telling her that shit isn't going to bring him back.

"Wassup Sonny?" dude asked.

I never knew his name. In my head, he was always "dude from the corner". I figured the less I asked, the more he'd whistle for me. Everyone else was in his face for a way in, while I just wanted a way out. If scaring a few crackheads and popping up on a few coke fiends here and there kept me fed, I was with it.

"Wassup"  I nodded.

"Let's take a drive" he said, walking to his car.

For dude to be a drug dealer, he was clean. His hair was cut low with a light fade, tapered in the back. His chain was a plain cuban link. He drove a black on black Range Rover with classic rims. At one point, he ran a gentleman's sports bar. Now he used it to flush the drug money.

Nothing about his husttle was fancy. I respected that.

We hopped in the car and drove for about 20 minutes. We pulled up to an apartment building that was high rise, like mine. Dude showed me a photo, told me how much was owed, and gave the apartment number. Before I got out, he handed me the 9mm. It was always an empty clip.

"Dad, please forgive me!" I whispered, to myself. I knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" the voice asked.

"The IRS" I said, holding back my laugh.

"The IR-" he said, slowly opening the door.

I pushed it all the way, knocking him down. He struggled to get back on his feet. Another voice yelled. I turned to see his girlfriend frozen in place. With the gun at his head, I lifted him up by the collar of his shirt. "Where's the $120?" I asked.

"I have it" he said, still shook. "It's in my wallet on the counter!"I nudged him in the direction of the kitchen. He walked over and took the cash out. It was only $80.

"Don't play with me" I placed the gun back near his head.

"Ok.. Okay. Hold on." he studdered, reaching in his pants pocket. "I got it!" He handed me two twenty dollar bills.

"Next time it won't be knocking on the door" I grabbed the money and left.

I lowkey owed Sega my life. He put me on, even when he didn't want to. And most of the niggas he had under him would never understand that.

He started breaking down the coke.

"Kilo asked me to move a few packs to make back the rest of what he owes me" he said. I chuckled. "But you know he started back selling bud, right?" he laughed. I chuckled again.

I nodded my head. "He hit me up the other day and told me" A set of freckles flashed in my head. "Cause I ran his number to some girl at the gas station on my way over here."

"But Lena didn't cop plea for him this time" he said.

She had been on his back about cutting her brother out of the rotation. Business was business though. Kilo knew that.

"She should know you can't sweep that under the rug" I said.

"You feel me?" he laughed.

"Speaking of knowing you.. Shorty at the gas station said she knew you." I said.

"She knew me?" he asked, his face puzzled.

"She asked me if I had a few blunts on me. That's how I ended up passing her Kilo's number. Knew you by Sega, too."  He still looked confused. "Brown skin, golden brown hair, freckles." Then his face lit up.

"Oh shit... Domo?" he said.

By the way he said her name, I knew they had history. The kind of history I was unsure of. How his face lit up, I wouldn't be surprised if he smashed.

"I haven't jeffed with her in a minute" he said. "It's been months since she copped from me." My face then being puzzled. He caught my confusion and nodded. "Yeah. She used to hit me up faithfully."

I don't know why I was so shocked. Maybe because I thought she was too pretty to pass off as someone who did coke. But then again, not everyone looks like the skeletons in their closet. She didn't even smell of sin. Damn.

"But she's got a good head on her shoulders" he said, interrupting my thoughts. "And not like that" he said.

I laughed. At least they didn't fuck.