#i for real cannot process my puppy getting hit by a fucking car today

[sylvainlover]

misery posting x

[holasraiboo1971]

is that [AVAN JOGIA]? no, that’s just [ERICH TAILOR]. [HE/HIM] is [TWENTY EIGHT] years old and is an [ENGLISH TEACHER]. rumor has it they’ve been in town for [THREE MONTHS]. on a good day, they’re [INVENTIVE & OUTGOING]. but watch out! they can also be [PRETENTIOUS & CYNICAL]. [WASTELAND, BABY BY HOZIER] plays in my head whenever i think of them. can’t wait to see them around springhill! [fry, 22, est, she/her]

hello all! my name is fry! cannot wait to start writing with you all! if you like what you see, go ahead and like and i’ll come to you for some plots :)

ABOUT ERICH.

full name: erich malli tailor.

nickname: er (pronounced like the word air).

height: 5′10.

hometown: portland, oregon.

occupation: english teacher.

birthday: march 10th.

zodiac: pisces.

BACKGROUND.

early childhood.

erich’s therapist said once that sometimes people imagine things so often that they cannot tell if it is a real memory or not. unfortunately, that’s all erich has of his birth parents. fake memories of happier times.

what erich does know is that his mother was a teenager. she wanted to raise him on her own but simply couldn’t. now, as an adult, he doesn’t blame her or hold any resentment. 

growing up in the foster care system was all erich knew. switching from family to family created many longterm issues for him. as a kid, he had zero hope that he would ever be fully adopted. he had hopped in and out of so many different homes that he wouldn’t even unpack. 

erich didn’t have many friends. he liked it that way. he found saying goodbye to friends was harder than making them. so he was alone for the most part. 

adoption day finally arrived at the age of ten. a nice, liberal, lesbian couple who lived in the middle of san diego. they were kind and wanted to open their home to a kid who they wanted to grow to love. lucky erich. 

after his adoption, erich’s longterm issues would begin to rise to the surface. he showed lots of behavioral issues, signs of abandonment issues, and clear commitment issues. his new parents were there for him through every step of therapy. 

teenagedom.

things seemed to be turning around for erich. therapy was really helping him work through his issues, he was beginning to make friends, and his grades were starting to boost. 

his parents really pushed for him to get into the arts. mainly for mental health reasons, but also because they both appreciated the arts and wanted their son too as well.

it wasn’t long until erich’s hobbies and passions only consisted of artistic activities. watercolor painting helped him convey the loneliness and anxiety he felt growing up. creative writing helped him expand his imagination and patience. music was just fun for him.

he submitted short stories and poems into contests in high school and eventually won a couple. it was then that he realized writing was what he wanted to do in his adult years. 

around this time, erich was beginning to grow popular with the ladies at his high school. he had hit a growth spurt, he was beginning to grow into a self of style, and was beginning to grow into a handsome young man! however, erich was not interested in any of them.

to put things simply, it was a different time back then. this was the year lizzie’s iconic “that’s so gay” commercial had aired. there were plenty of developments that still needed to be made for the lgbtq+ community to be where it stood today. so, with this logic, why would erich want to come out as bisexual? he didn’t even know bisexual was a term.

so, erich would date girls publicly and cheat on them with guys behind their backs. things were going as smoothly as possible until one of the guys were outed. they then felt the need to out erich too. 

it was a dark time for erich. he was hated by most females, the males he had been seeing wanted nothing to do with him because of the amount of bullying he had started receiving, and all of his friends turned their backs on him. when things got really tough for him, his moms turned him to the typewriter and encouraged him to write.

erich and his moms ended up moving back to portland his junior year. a smart move and one that was definitely needed for him to grow. 

surprisingly, the culture was completely different in portland. he was able to become his true self in portland. he was surrounded by incredible friends and had an incredible support system.

erich came out as bisexual and finished a novel his senior year.

young adult life up to now.

erich never tried published his novel. he doesn’t think he ever will. it’s incredibly personal and he thinks it needs a ton of work. he’ll probably let you read the first chapter if you ask him though.

erich took a gap year to travel before attending college in oregon. he and his boyfriend from senior year roadtripped across the united states. unfortunately, the two broke up halfway back to oregon.

sadly, erich’s mother died of a car accident during his senior year of college. the two were extremely close and so it hit erich really hard. 

in college, you party. it happens. however, after erich’s mom’s death, the partying picked up for him, and that wasn’t all. erich’s drinking habits started growing to new heights. not only that, but erich had decided to do a couple party drugs in the process.

slowly but surely, erich’s grades began to drop and soon enough he was placed on academic probation. after that, he did the bare minimum to get his degree and that’s what he continued to do.

while erich desperately wants to be a well-known author, he has a feeling he never will be. so, he became an english teacher instead.

extras.

some of erich’s favorite places are when harry met jerry, cloak and stagger, and sunshine diner. he’s probably fucked up on something or working on another never-to-be-released novel. 

yes, erich teaches your high school aged children. sometimes, he shows up to class hungover. he is also an incredibly laid back teacher. there are also rumors going around the school saying erich sleeps with parents sometimes. despite all of this, he creates one of the safest spaces for his students and truly cares about them. 

erich is the sponsor for the high school GSA club.

erich has a puppy despite how much he hates dogs.

if i think of anything else, i’ll update!

WANTED CONNECTIONS

*means capped / taken.

other teacher friends. please. imagine the workplace gossip.

if your muse’s kid is 14-18, they probably have some sort of opinion on erich. let’s plot that out!

in regard to that second one, maybe the two have slept together?

matched on tinder / bumble. they could have slept together or the two just met and became friends that way!

friends w/benefits.

a good ol’ bromance pls.

enemies maybe????!!

if your muse works in at when harry met jerry, cloack and stagger, or sunshine diner, there is a chance that these two are going to see each other a lot. let’s plot that out!

erich has only lived in springhill for three months so most connections are going to be present connections so please keep that in mind!

erich has also cut ties with everyone from his high school / childhood so! none of those please!

maybe our muses went to college in portland together!

i’m pretty much an open book and love plotting ! 

ALRIGHT ! that’s pretty much it ! can’t wait to write with yall!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[hazeleyedfloozy]

Work of Art. Part 1.

Heyyyyy friends so i haven’t written in a really long while because my life has been a real shit show. But now that it’s getting back to normal; I’m gonna try to write again. This a John Deacon x OC because I need me some COMFORT. And if I can’t have it I’ll write about instead. OKAY BYE. 

Warnings: Mentions of death, drunk driving, anxiety. Funerals, loss, angst angst angsty angst. 

Bouquets of flowers cluttered the dining table, counter space and foyer of the now very empty home. The smell of wilting plants invaded her lungs as she attempted to pour a bowl of cereal.

It had been five days since the funeral.  Two weeks since the accident. And what seem like an endless amount nights since her entire life fell apart. The walls were still hung with treasured photographs of the lives that had been so selfishly taken. A loving, somewhat dysfunctional family torn apart over such a stupid decision.

If I ever have the opportunity, I’ll kill him myself. That was the only phrase that ran through her head over the past week and a half.

Her parents and younger brother had been involved in a car accident, her parents killed instantly from impact. Thankfully, her brother was only banged up slightly; a broken rib and concussion. The accident was caused by a drunk driver; slamming into the Ford Cortina that had been so deeply loved by the family.

She’d heard so many people. So many voices complementing how well she was taking all of this. How strong she was for her brother; still an adolescent. How well she was keeping everything together. She could only nod and whisper a small “thank you” ; careful to not express any real emotions.

Her brother had returned to classes today; and she attempted to return to work that morning. Unable to reach the front door without a considerable amount of difficulty, her boss had recommended she take another week off.

She promised him she’d be back tomorrow morning; them both knowing full well that probably wasn’t the case.

What made matters worse; is that her childhood best friend; the love of her life… was nowhere to be found. John Deacon had become her best friend after a dare on the playground had gone sour; both too nervous to kiss the other on the lips. (The then eleven year olds promised they’d wait until they were ready. That day never came.)  Unable to form a full sentence for the first few days following the accident; she didn’t bother calling him. When Brian (the lead guitarist from his band) phoned to acknowledge his condolences; even offering to come home early from the tour to be there for her… and yet he still didn’t bother to even write. She’d wanted to feel angry. To feel upset. To be heartbroken over the fact that her best friend couldn’t make it to her parent’s joint funeral.

It was a celebration of life, really. She didn’t want people reliving her trauma for hours on end; it was enough to experience it in cinemascope every moment of every day.

The doorbell rang; jolting her out of the trance she was in. Dropping a Lily she’d picked from one of the many arrangements that had been sent to the house over the past few weeks. She was growing bored of them, really.

Knowing it was either another floral arrangement or takeaway from a concerned neighbor; she opened the door slowly.

It was neither.

John stood in front on the other side of the door frame; a single red rose outstretched to her. Her mouth dropped a bit; blinking furiously at the long haired, handsome man. His eyes met hers softly; him recognizing the pain hiding in them so effortlessly. The guard and shield did not have to be present around John. She’d been bullied, almost tormented through their years of school. For her height, untamable curly auburn hair, and freckles cascading over every free patch of skin. She’d been through the worst (or what she thought was the worst) with him. She’d been through the best next to him, too. The success of his band; her graduation from art school and subsequent portfolio showing at a fancy, London hotel. When the band really started to grow; she’d been put to the wayside. (Or so it felt that way.) The last time they’d had an actual conversation on the telephone was on her birthday, eight months ago. He’d tried to protect her from the media, from obnoxious names in the music industry who’d made fun of the lass when she’d left a party at Freddie’s one evening. He vowed to never let them hurt her again; thus distancing himself from her completely. (Even if it meant breaking his own heart in the process)

“Niamh… you look… tired.” He spoke softly, breaking the awkward silence with a knife.

“Did Brian send you?” Niamh asked flatly, letting him stand in the entryway of the house.

“Freddie mentioned it… actually.”

“Of course he did. As if the four bouquets and takeaway twice a week wasn’t enough.” Niamh rolled her eyes, attempting to quite literally shut the shy bassist out of her home.

“Niamh! You can ignore me all you want. But I’m just here to try and make sure you’re keeping yourself well. The band is concerned.” He rushed out; hoping the words would hit her ears before the door latched shut.

“And why should they be? Loss is a part of life. All of you know this.”

“They’re hoping you’ll come out on tour with us.”

“As if I don’t have a life here? As if I don’t have a brother that is LITERALLY my responsibility, John?! But of course you don’t know any of that because you’ve pushed me out of your life.”

“Life gets busy… I just…”

“You didn’t want the public to know about me. About your friendship with the ugly, freckle faced girl from a crappy part of London.” Niamh croaked.

Rain started to fall against the shutters of the once beloved home; now filled with distant memories and painful reminders of all that was lost. She motioned from him to come inside.

“I was trying to protect you, love.”

“Protect me from what, John? That’s not a fucking excuse.” She whispered tearfully, slamming the door shut. The impact of the noise making John’s shoulders jump.

“I’m so sorry for your loss.. love.”

“That’s the last thing I need to hear right now.” Niamh wrapped her arms around herself, keeping her guard up higher than usual.

“What do you need to hear? What can I do, Niamh?”

The cold, frigid exterior she kept was melting away as her heart began process what was actually happening. Her childhood best friend standing in her in her living room; the backdrop of childhood paintings and vacation photos spread across every single each of wall.

“I do believe this oil painting was created right after our first album was released.” John giggled softly, his hand brushing against the artwork.

“You never quite learned to not touch the masterpieces, hm?” Niamh joked.

The only masterpiece I want to touch is you. He thought to himself. He’d harbored feelings for Niamh longer than any one human should; unable to let her go. Unable to get the fire haired, ferocious woman out of his head. Whenever Freddie would sing the haunting lyrics of “Love of my Life.” in concerts and gigs, he’d think of the girl he’d always dreamt of kissing. The girl he knew he would spend the rest of his life pining for.

But I’d rather spend one hundred years pining after you; than losing you because of a puppy dog crush. He’d tell himself as Freddie finished out the beloved song.

“I hung all of these a couple of nights ago when I couldn’t sleep. It makes them seem closer somehow.” Niamh’s eyes filed with hot tears. She grabbed ahold of the pencil silhouette she’d done of John about one year before Queen experienced their first surge of success.

“I meant to always give you this… but… I never did because I felt like you were here with me… even when you were…”

“Countries away?”

She nodded softly.

“I miss you, Niamh. I want you in my life forever.”

“Then why did you leave in the first place John?!” She screeched, her voice almost hoarse. A hand flew over her trembling lips; stifling a sob.

“I’m so sorry… please… let me back in… anything I can do… I’ll do anything.”

“I don’t even know what I need right now.”

“Well I’ll stay until we figure it out. Together. We can have a fresh start. Together.”

She could only nod; the sobs controlling her entire being. He felt his heart shatter as he watched his best friend in such a state of misery. To see the strong, beautiful woman he’d fallen so deeply in love with, so broken and in a state of mourning. She turned to face him; her broken eyes filled with such exhaustion. Instinctively; he wrapped her in his arms. It was an awkward angle; as she quite literally towered over him at 6’4.

“As much as I enjoy holding you, I do believe this isn’t comfortable for either of us.” He suggested, nudging her side. She tipped her head back, laughing the hoarse laugh he’d treasured all of these years.

“Lets get you to bed.” He whispered, laying a gentle hand on her shoulder. She agreed, her body so exhausted from almost two weeks worth of little to no sleep.

Softly climbing the stairs; she’d taken the lead, wanting to retreat to her comforting bed.

He smiled at her room; unchanged since the last time he’d come to visit. The same photo from a summer night was placed on her nightstand. He had decided to play “leapfrog” only to have Niamh’s younger brother capture it on film. Gently pulling the quilts over her (what seemed tiny when she was in such a state of disbelief and heartache) frame; he kissed her forehead. Grabbing an extra pillow and blanket from the linen closet; he plopped himself down on the floor of her childhood bedroom. “The floor cannot be comfortable. You’re not seventeen anymore.”

“Still used to…”

“My Mum threatening to call your Mum if you tried any ‘funny business’ when you crashed here?” Niamh laughed.

“Come up here. It’s fine, really.” She convinced him. Thanking the gods above that he wouldn’t wake up with a stiff back; he settled in beside her.

“It feels good to have you home.” She whispered, before letting her eyes droop shut.

“Home.”

[ellie-bee242]

My Heart Bleeds For You-Part 4

Howdy, howdy. Hope you’re all taking care of yourselves cause I’m sure not lmfao

This chapter is looooooong, just to prepare you.

Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5

Chapter 4: Feel It Still

Song rec: Feel It Still by Portugal. The Man

Word count: 7,247 words guys. This thing is fifteen pages long in a word document. It’s a BEAST okay?

Warnings: swearing, PG-13 Make out at the end there. (also possibly a few spelling/grammar errors. I tried to proof read but it’s currently 2:30 in the morning where I live.)

The whole next day Mitch found himself glancing around for (Y/N) whenever he had a free moment. He even found himself watching her when it wasn’t a free moment.

Like when he was spotting for a new client as they bench pressed. He found himself watching her move around the gym, checking on some of the members, making sure they were alright and smiling as she talked to them. Because he was so distracted Mitch nearly missed it when the guy’s arms suddenly gave out on him.

The only reason he even noticed was because he’d been loosely holding the barbell in his own hands just in case this exact thing happened and he could keep it from crushing the guy, so when his hands were suddenly yanked downward his eyes shot to the client and he lifted the barbell with a grunt seconds before it came down on his client’s chest.

“Thanks.” The guy breathed quickly.

“Yeah. Next time will you listen when I say you shouldn’t press that much at the end of your work out?” He reprimanded lightly. The guy nodded sheepishly and Mitch set the barbell back on its hooks to keep it up. “Alright, done for today. Hit the showers and then we can schedule you for another session.” He instructed. The guy nodded and got up to head to the locker room and Mitch looked around for (Y/N) again.

“She’s starting a beginners yoga class.” Elle supplied helpfully. “I’m not doing anything at the moment, I’ll go schedule your guy so you can drool if you want.” She teased.

“Fuck you.” He grumbled. He’d learned the day before that Elle was pretty laid back and had a dark sense of humor, so he knew she wouldn’t take it personal.

“Mmm you wish, but you’re not my type sweet cheeks.” She taunted.

“I’m aware, I have a dick when you’d rather I have-”

“My goodness wait till (Y/N) finds out how dirty your mouth is.” She interrupted.

“What? She curses.” He frowned.

“I know. She’ll find it hot.” She grinned. “And for the record, I like sausage just as much as I like clams.” She joked. “You’re just too thin for me. I like bulky guys and curvy girls.” She explained.

“Good for you then.” He nodded, not knowing what else to say to that.

“Anyways, are you gonna go drool or not?” She asked.

“I can’t go into the room just to watch her.” He huffed.

“Sure you can. You have the new guy excuse.” Elle shrugged.

“The what?” She sighed at his question.

“The new guy excuse. You’re still the new guy so you can just use it as an excuse, say you wanted to check things out in your free time, see what her yoga class was like.” She explained.

“Uh....huh....” He said slowly.

“Are you gonna or not?” She asked. He glanced at the doors that led to the room where (Y/N) said they did yoga. Elle snorted and shook her head. “Get moving, I’ll handle scheduling your client.” She laughed, making a shooing motion at him.

“You’re so damn bossy.” He huffed.

“I know. Now march.” She pointed. He flipped her off before heading towards the doors. “Love you, too, newbie!” She called after him.

He slipped into the room and stayed back in the corner. He still caught (Y/N)’s eye the second he walked in and when he looked up at her she smiled at him in greeting.

“Okay, so my name is (Y/N) and I own New Dawn Fitness. Some of you are new members and some of you are just new to this class. Welcome to all of you.” She greeted. “A couple things to keep in mind during this class are the following. One, this is a beginner’s yoga class so it’s okay if you can’t hold the pose for the whole thirty seconds. It is also okay if your pose isn’t one hundred percent perfect. Tip two segues from one. Do not try and achieve a perfect yoga pose the first time. Your body has limitations and if you push them you could really injure yourself. You will achieve these poses eventually. It’s a gradual process. Trying to bend your body to the pose perfectly the first time would be like trying to squat a hundred pounds when you’ve never squatted anything before. I cannot stress enough to not rush your own flexibility.” She insisted. She looked around to judge the faces of the class and seemed satisfied enough to continue. “Three. I will be walking around the room as you hold your poses. And while I told you not to strive for instant perfection I will ask to adjust you if I think you need it.” She told them. “And that’s all for now. Let’s begin. Follow me through this first pose.” She placed her feet together on her mat and placed her palms together as if she were praying.

Slowly the class followed her lead and watched as she raised her pressed palms up above her head before leaning to the side. They followed and stayed like that for about fifteen seconds before (Y/N) slowly straightened up and then leaned to the other side.

“Move slowly, there’s no rush.” She said softly when she saw a few people quickly snapping from leaning to one side to leaning to the other. After holding that for fifteen seconds she straightened again and lowered her hands back to her chest, smiling. “Good. Well done. That was a greeting pose and a little bit of stretching added in. I’m sure you’ve all heard of Downward Dog, which is the next pose we are going to do. Ah, ah, don’t get ahead of me. And remember move slowly.” She reminded before re-positioning herself on her mat. She knelt down and then went to all fours before she slowly raised her backside into the air as she slowly exhaled.

The class copied her movement and Mitch watched as (Y/N) turned her head to look at them.

“I’m going to walk around, I want you all to keep holding this pose.” She said as she got to her feet and leisurely walked between mats.

“Hi, Stacy right?” She asked a girl who nodded, which Mitch thought looked slightly odd while her head was upside down. “Stacy, is it okay if I adjust your leg?” She asked.

“Sure.” The girl agreed.

“Alright, I’m going to grab your ankle and move your legs a bit closer together.” (Y/N) said as she knelt down and did just that. “There. Great job.” She complimented before moving around the room. She tweaked a couple more people before she walked back up to the front.

“Alright, everyone can stand up and face me.” She waited as everyone eased out of their poses and got back to their feet. “Next we’ll be doing a pose called the Cobra Pose.” She got down on her mat and inhaled as she placed her hands in a push up position. Then she exhaled as she rose up onto her hands while keeping her legs flat on the mat, her toes pointed. Once again the class followed her movements and soon the whole room looked like people imitating seals.

They held for thirty seconds and then (Y/N) told them the next pose.

“The Extended Puppy Pose.” She grinned when people laughed. “I don’t come up with their names but at least these ones are easy to pronounce.” She joked as she got on her knees and then leaned her torso down. Her arms spread out flat in front of her and Mitch found himself staring at her ass without thinking.

“Keep your arms aligned with your shoulders if you can.” He heard her say distantly. He was too focused on the perfect curve of her body.

He couldn’t really focus on the actually class after that, he was just blatantly staring at (Y/N) as she stretched and twisted her body in front of him. He nearly groaned at one pose that looked similar to the puppy thing only she had sat back on her legs, sticking her ass out further.

Before he knew it she was standing up and telling the class how she looked forward to seeing them again next week. They all rolled up their mats and (Y/N) came straight towards Mitch with a teasing smile on her lips. He was already learning to like hate that smile.

“Enjoy the class?” She asked when she’d reached him.

“Yeah it was interesting.” He nodded.

“Yeah? Which part?” She asked.

“The poses. They looked like they’d really stretch out your body.” He replied.

“Oh? You sure it wasn’t the fact that you could stare at my ass with half of those poses?” She asked teasingly.

“I could? I hardly noticed.” He lied blatantly.

“Mmhmmm. Sure. Then that groan I heard from you was just you expressing your sympathetic discomfort at how the pose ‘stretched me’?” She smirked.

“How do you know I was the one that groaned? Could have been one of your students.” He muttered.

“They were all women. The groan I heard was distinctly male.” She snorted. He didn’t have a good comeback for that and her grin widened. “Ya know, those weren’t even that great. If you want to check out me and my flexibility you should look in on the advanced yoga class.” She teased.

“I don’t know if I could physically handle that.” He admitted honestly before he could stop himself.

“Oh?” She was having real fun now.

“So anyways, our date tonight,” He said quickly to change the subject. It didn’t do anything to wipe the shit-eating grin off of (Y/N)’s face but he chose to ignore that, “do you want me to drive you or am I going to meet you there?” He asked.

“How about you follow my car in your own, because we’ll only have two hours after the gym closes and I’d like to play at least two games.” She suggested. “So we can just leave after the gym closes.”

“Sounds good. Do you want to get dinner afterward?” He asked.

“They have delicious pizza and burgers there actually.” She smiled. “We can just eat there if that’s okay.”

“Yeah, whatever you want.” He nodded.

“Well it’s your date too.” She pointed out.

“And I’ll be happy just being in your company.” He smiled, and she flushed as she looked at him.

“God, you can’t just do that.” She pouted.

“What?” He asked.

“Go from straight faced grump to blinding me with your cute smile.” She huffed.

“My cute smile blinds you?” He grinned.

“Yes.” She admitted.

“You think my smile is cute?” He asked next.

“Well yeah, that along with the rest of you.” She grudgingly admitted.

“I’m cute?”

“Mitch I swear to god. You have to know that you’re insanely attractive.” She said with a roll of her eyes.

“Am I?” He asked, just to mess with her. He wanted payback for her teasing him about him looking at her. She huffed out a sigh and narrowed her eyes at him.

“I see what you’re trying to do. You’re not slick.” She insisted, pointing a finger at him.

“What am I trying to do?” He was smirking now.

“Ya know what, I have paper work I have to get done if I want to close and leave on time. See you tonight Mitch.” She smiled before leaving the room. He watched her hips sway back and forth as she walked out.

He was so screwed, he just didn’t know it yet.

After the gym had closed for the night Mitch went to the locker room, showered quickly and got dressed. Then he went out to wait for (Y/N).

Just as he got into a comfortable position leaning against the wall near the women’s lock room the door opened, and he had to straighten up. When Elle stepped out from behind the door he relaxed a little.

“Sorry for the false hope. She’s almost ready, she just needed help with her hair.” She grinned. “She looks gorgeous and if you don’t tell her tonight, I’ll know. And I’ll kill you.” She warned seriously. Somehow he didn’t doubt she would.

“I’ll be sure to tell her.” He promised.

“You better. I’ll know. Treat her right, too. I’d say I’d kick your ass if you messed with her, but she can take care of it easy. So for the sake of your nose and your junk, don’t treat her bad.” She pointed a finger at him. “Cause if you do, I get second dibs on shoving my foot in your ass. I have the perfect pair of stiletto heels to wear when I do it too.” She smirked.

“I’ll remember that... Unique threat.” He nodded.

“Good. Now have fun and show her a good time. But not too good.” She added.

“Are you her mother or something?” He snorted.

“I love her, and I’m very protective of my loved ones. That’s not a bad thing.” She shrugged and flipped her hair over her shoulder. “Anyways, I’m out. Remember everything I said.” She sang as she strode past him towards the door. He shook his head at that crazy chick and focused back on the locker room door when it opened again.

When (Y/N) stepped out into view Mitch’s eyebrows rose in surprise. Up until that point he’d seen her in sweats or leggings, tank-tops, and ponytails with a clear face. She looked appropriate for a gym setting, and she’d definitely looked cute. Now though...

Now she looked gorgeous, just as Elle had promised. Her hair was down, with softly styled waves framing her face and she had on light make-up. She wore a tasteful charcoal top with a sweetheart neckline and cap sleeves tucked into the waistband of a flouncy burgundy skirt. The hemline reached her mid thigh and then the rest of her legs were bare until his gaze hit the ballet flats covering her feet.

“Wow.” He complimented when his gaze returned to hers. She smiled bashfully at him. “I feel severely under-dressed now.” He looked down at his white Henley, jeans, and sneakers and chuckled nervously.

“No, don’t feel bad, you look great.” She insisted.

“I look like a bum, people are going to see us walking around together and be like ‘oh look at that beautiful girl, she’s so sweet to help out with the homeless’.” He joked. She giggled and shook her head at him.

“More like ‘wow she really scored a good date’.” She corrected, walking over to him. “Can I take your arm?” She asked. He offered his arm out to her and she wrapped her own around it.

“Do you have to lock up?” He asked.

“No, Elle did that before she helped me with my hair. I only need to lock the front doors which I can do when we leave.” She smiled.

“Alright. You’re ready to go then?” He asked and she nodded eagerly. They walked to the front doors together and he waited for her to lock up before offering his arm to her again.

“Thanks, but we’re going to separate cars.” She reminded him. He shrugged.

“I was going to walk you to your car and then go get mine.” He explained.

“Still, it’s a short walk.” She pointed out.

“Fair enough.” He conceded. He watched as she chewed on the corner of her lip and he grinned before offering his arm out again as they walked towards the parking lot. This time she put her arm through the loop of his without complaint. “So I’m following you over?” He clarified.

“Unless you know where Neo-Bowl is?”

“I do not know where Neo-Bowl is. I’ll follow you.” He chuckled and she nodded before opening her purse and digging around for her car keys. She unlocked her car and Mitch grabbed the handle before she could, opening the door for her.

“Thanks.” She smiled. He nodded and then closed the door behind her once she was seated inside. He strolled over to his car, got in, and started it quickly before pulling out of his space and following (Y/N)’s car out of the lot.

Mitch parked in the space behind (Y/N) and got out as she did.

“How late do the parking meters go?” He asked.

“Three more hours, but don’t worry I have tons of spare change. I always seem to accumulate a bag full.” She smiled to assure him.

“I can just go get some quarters, I don’t want you to use-”

“It’s like two dollars.” She snorted. “Chill.”

“But that’s money you can save-”

“Mitch. You’d be doing me a favor, this much change gets real heavy after a while.” She smiled. He heaved a sigh and waved her on. Her grin widened and she quickly put five quarters into his meter. “There, it bought us two hours and fifty minutes. Now let’s go inside. Can I take your hand?” She asked. He offered it out with a small smile and she took it before she led him into the squat little bowling alley a few buildings down.

He opened the door for her and they were both hit with the sudden dissonance of music, the sounds of bowling balls crashing into pins, and people half shouting in order to be heard over it all.

“Lively place.” He noted.

“Yeah, it’s the best bowling alley in the city.” She smiled as they walked up to the counter.

“Hi, welcome to Neo-Bowl. How many games would you like to play?” The clerk asked.

“One to start.” (Y/N) piped up. Mitch dug into his pocket for his wallet and and handed over the money when the clerk told them the total.

“Shoe sizes?” He asked next. They each gave their size and the guy went to the rack to search for them. Mitch turned to (Y/N) and looked down at her feet.

“Do you have socks to wear?” He asked suddenly, just realizing it could be a problem.

“I’ve got a pair in my purse.” She assured him.

“Here you are.” The clerk said, placing the pairs of shoes on the counter in front of them.

“Thanks.” They each grabbed their shoes.

“You’re on lane six, have fun.” He told them.

“Thanks.” (Y/N) beamed at him before heading to their lane. Mitch frowned at the guy’s starstruck expression and followed after his date.

“What do you want your name to be?” She asked.

“What do you mean?” He asked. “My name is Mitch.” She laughed and shook her head.

“I meant on the scoreboard. It’s this thing I like to do. Sometimes I put my name as Wonder Woman, or Supergirl, or Leia, or something.” She shrugged.

“Oh.” He realized. “Uh...... You pick for me and I’ll pick for you?” He offered.

“Ooo that sounds fun, deal.” She grinned and thought for a second before typing in a name for Mitch while he changed into his bowling shoes. “Okay, no peeking at your name. But come choose one for me.” She grinned as she got up to switch seats with him.

He looked over at her as she took off her flats and pulled her balled up socks out of her purse. He thought about it for a moment and grinned, typing his idea in quickly and hitting enter.

“Are we gonna look together?” He asked.

“Are you finished?” She asked back.

“Yup.”

“Then sure.” She grinned and they both turned to the screen over their alley.

“Grumpy Cat?” He scoffed.

“Hermione. Aw thanks.” She laughed.

“I was trying to compliment you, and you gave me Grumpy Cat. That’s so not far.” He huffed playfully.

“Hey! I happen to think Grumpy Cat is extremely cute.” She defended. He gave her a look and she laughed. “And it totally fits.” She cackled.

“Just for that you get no mercy.” He warned her.

“Bring it.” She challenged with a smirk. “You’re up first.” She motioned him forward. He went to the bowling ball racks and chose one that reminded him of the color of her eyes before going back to the lane and lining up his shot with his pins. He stepped forward, swung his arm back and then let the ball fly.

It rolled seamlessly down the lane and hit the between the front two pins. He got seven down total on his first try.

“Oh no.” (Y/N) laughed.

“Oh yes. Fear my bowling power.” He smirked as his ball came back up. He grabbed it and knocked down two more pins. He smirked at her.

“Don’t get too cocky yet. You have yet to see me bowl.” She pointed out.

“Please, give me your best shot.” He swept his hand out in front of him, gesturing for her to proceed. She narrowed her eyes and chose a bright multicolored ball from the racks and stepped up to the lane. She shook out her hand before placing her fingers in the holes and walking forward as she swung her arm back. She let loose her ball and it rolled quickly down the lane. 

It hit the pins a little to the left side, but ended up knocking down six before it fell down to the tracks that would bring it back.

“Eh.” Mitch made a tilting motion with his hands and (Y/N) huffed indignantly.

“My turn isn’t over yet. You’re going to regret doing that here in a second.” She grabbed her ball and lined up with the lane.

“I’m sensing a bit of competitiveness.” He teased. She ignored him in favor of swinging her ball and letting it roll down the lane. It knocked down three of the remaining pins easy and the fourth wobbled dangerously, wiping off Mitch’s playful smirk in the process. They watched in anticipation and he blew out a relieved sigh when it stayed standing.

“You haven’t seen competitive yet.” She warned.

“Bring it on.” He spread his arms wide in challenge.

“So.... I’m supposed to fear your bowling power?”

“Shut up.”

“Just-.... Just, real quick. Tell me, what’s the score up there says, I can’t see it, I’m too busy laughing. Tell me.”

“Grumpy Cat’s total score is one hundred and eight. Hermione’s total score is eighty two.” (Y/N) grumbled through clenched teeth. She’s wasn’t actually mad, she was just trying not to smile because Mitch was unfairly cute when he was smug.

“Now who has to fear who’s bowling power?” He smirked.

“I demand a rematch.” She declared. Her stomach growled loudly at her and she flushed, grateful that it couldn’t be heard over all the other sounds. “After we get a pizza or burger.” She tacked on.

“Deal, I’m starving.” He chuckled. “What do you want, I’ll go order it and you can play in the arcade that you’ve been eyeing for the last two frames while I was kicking your ass.” He grinned.

“I can’t believe you got a turkey. I still say you rigged it somehow while my back was turned.” She accused, half joking.

“I swear that I did not magnetize the pins and ball or any other slanderous thing you think I did.” He teased. “I’m just that good.”

“Mmmhmmm.” She hummed sarcastically.

“Why do you doubt my skill? You just witnessed it!” He laughed.

“My score would have been just as high if you hadn’t started distracting me half way through the game.” She huffed.

“Distracting you?” He scoffed playfully.

“Yeah! Distracting me! You’re a dirty cheater.” She decided.

“How was I distracting you?” He demanded, grinning in the face of her righteous anger.

“You-... You like-.... And your pretty face! And your forearms!” She spluttered.

“My what now?” He asked, genuinely confused. “How the hell are my forearms a distraction?” He demanded.

“They’re all muscle-y and then you pulled up your sleeves and-.... Gah!” She threw her hands up. He laughed at her inability to put to words just how attractive and distracting he was.

“Ya know what..... I’m just gonna get some food.” She pouted before marching in the direction of the concession counter. He followed and quickly caught up to walk beside her.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry I distracted you.” He grinned, clearly not sorry at all.

“Brat.” She grumbled as she stepped up to the counter. He chuckled and turned to look at the menu.

“Hi, what can I get you?” The young girl smiled brightly as she walked over.

“Can I get a bacon cheeseburger with a side of your cheese fries and a cup of ranch to dip it in?” (Y/N) asked.

“Would you like bacon on the cheese fries?”

“Sure, why not.”

“Alright then.” She quickly typed it into the register before her and then turned to Mitch. (Y/N) swore the girl’s bright smile kicked it up at least a kilowatt.

“And for you?” She asked.

“I’ll have the same burger, please.” He requested.

“Cheese fries as well?”

“Nah, we can share right?”

“No way, get your own.” (Y/N) laughed.

“Okay, damn, I guess I’ll have some bacon cheese fries too. And the ranch.” He added. His date rose a brow at him and he shrugged. “It sounded good.”

“It’s divine.” She insisted.

“Awesome.”

“Okay, that’ll be twenty three sixty two.” the cashier said quickly. (Y/N) went to dig into her purse but Mitch had his wallet pulled out and was handing the girl the money before she could even reach her own billfold. “Can I have a name to so I can page you when your order is ready?” Mitch quickly gave his name and she typed it in alongside their order. “Thank you, it shouldn’t be more than twenty minutes.” She smiled at them as they stepped away.

“I could have paid.” (Y/N) pouted.

“You can use your money for arcade games while we wait on our food.” He reasoned.

“Promise?” She demanded.

“Promise.” He grinned.

“Then let’s go. Can I take your hand?” She asked. He chuckled and turned to face her.

“Okay, how about this instead. As long as you don’t plan on doing anything violent, like punching me or anything, you have my express permission to touch me whatever way you want to. That sound good?” He asked.

“That’s pretty.... General. What if I wanted to touch you in a perverted way?” She questioned.

“How so?”

“What if I wanted to grab your ass?” She shot out. He grinned.

“Go for it.” He shrugged. She shook her head. “Like I said, as long as it’s nothing violent, you can do whatever.” He shrugged. “I’m a guy, I’m seriously not going to discourage you putting your hands on me.” He teased. She thought about it for a moment and then took his hand to lead him over to the alcove that housed the arcade games.

“Okay, then the same for me. As long as it’s not violent, you have permission to touch me when you want.” She shrugged.

“And what if I wanted to grab your ass?” He asked.

“Depends on the situation.” She shrugged.

“Elaborate.” He requested as they stopped in front of a pinball machine.

“Well, if we’re, say, walking down the street,” she placed fifty cents into the coin slot and then started playing, “and you decide to suddenly grab a handful, I’d have to say no thank you. But if we were kissing or something, sure, you can cop a feel.” She shrugged. “Over my clothes of course.”

“Of course.” He had to smile at her clarification.

“I wouldn’t want you to mistake me for a floozy.” She joked.

“I’d never.” He said seriously. She glanced at him and smiled. “Okay I have a scenario, for what I think is an ambiguous area.” He said after a second.

“And what scenario is that?” She asked as she pressed the buttons on the sides rapidly.

“If you’re, say..... Half bent over a pinball machine, and your ass is out there, can I grab it then?” He asked with a smirk. She looked up at him and flushed before focusing back on her game. She shrugged after a second.

“I guess.” She decided and rocked back on her heels a bit to push her backside out just a fraction more. Mitch grinned at her invitation.

“Good to know.” He said before walking over to a claw machine, leaving her to stare after him, startled he didn’t actually touch her. She forgot to look back at her game and the loud WAH WAH WAAAAAH sounded seconds later when her pinball fell between her unmoving flippers. She abandoned the machine and walked over to where Mitch was and failing to grab up a little keychain from the pebbles at the bottom of the machine’s case.

“This is just sad.” She said after his third attempt failed miserably at even grasping the trinket.

“Think you can do better?” He challenged with a smile.

“I know I can.” She bumped her hip into his side to nudge him out of the way and put fifty cents into the machine. She easily maneuvered the claw into position. “The key, young padawan,” she instructed as she pressed the button to send the claw down and they both watched it pick the keychain up and raise it into the air. It carried it over to the hole and dropped it down the chute. “Is to not want it so desperately. If you place all your hopes and dreams on the thing you’ll weigh it down and it’ll slip out of your grasp.” She teased as she bent down to retrieve the little keychain from behind the flap. She held it out to him with a triumphant smile.

“Keep it.” He told her. “Also that’s some deep advice for a claw game.”

“You’re not upset that I won it instead of you, are you?” She asked. He shook his head quickly.

“I was trying to get you for.” He chuckled.

“Oh.” Then it really hit her and she melted. “Aww, that’s sweet. And cheesy.” She teased, bringing the keychain to her heart. “And that advice works for life as well as the claw game.” She added.

“Mitch, your order is ready. Mitch, your order is ready.”

“Hopefully our cheese fries are cheesier.” He joked. “Grab us a table, I’ll go get the food. What do you want to drink?” He asked.

“Medium Lime-On Twist please.” She requested before she went and sat at an empty two-seater table. Mitch came over a minute later, setting her drink and then her basket of food in front of her.

“Thank you.” She smiled. She waited for him to sit down and then they both chowed down.

“So do you still want your rematch after we eat?” Mitch asked her between bites.

“Yes.” She nodded.

“Alright, then let’s make it interesting.” He grinned.

“What do you mean?” She asked.

“I mean, if you win, I’ll....... Do one thing you say. Doesn’t matter what it is, I’ll do it.”

“What if I told you to streak down the street, screaming your head off?” She asked.

“Okay, nothing illegal, otherwise anything else is game. Tell me to bow down at your feet and call you the supreme bowler, whatever.” He chuckled.

“Ooo, thank you for the lovely idea.” She grinned devilishly. “Okay, and what if you win?” She asked.

“You’ll go on another date with me.” He shrugged.

“Already planning the second date.” She gasped, pretending to be scandalized. “How forward. This one hasn’t even ended yet.” She teased.

“What can I say, I like to plan ahead.” He joked. “Do we have a deal?” He asked.

“Definitely. I can’t wait to make you bow at my feet.” She grinned.

“Only if you win.”

“When I win.” She insisted. “I’m more than properly motivated this time.”

They were seven frames into their game and Mitch had a lead of ten points. (Y/N) however, was set on winning by any means necessary and so she decided to cheat enhance her chances.

Just as he lined himself up with the pins and prepared to swing the ball Mitch felt a delicate hand smooth it’s way up over his spine from his lower back to his shoulder blades, and he froze.

(Y/N) moved her hand from between his shoulder blades to his actual shoulder and placed her other hand on top of the first before resting her chin on his shoulder just shy of her hands. She lifted her hand and combed some of his hair away from his ear before leaning forward to whisper to him.

“Don’t blow it.” She grinned as she felt him shiver. Then she pulled away from him. She watched him bowl his ball and it didn’t even make it half way down the lane before veering toward the gutter. She grinned, utterly gleeful. She didn’t bother him during his second attempt and he only got four pins.

He narrowed his eyes at her as she passed him, and she put on an innocent expression as she grabbed her ball from the return. She made sure to wiggle her ass at him as she lined up with her lane and heard his groan. She smirked to herself before taking a breath and letting her ball go.

It rolled seamlessly down the lane and she got a strike. She squealed and jumped in the air happily before raising her hands and turning to him. He smiled for a second before remembering they were competing. Then he huffed out a breath and swiped a hand down his face. His ten point lead was just knocked down to four.

“Your turn.” She sang, going to sit at the table.

“Stay.” He demanded, narrowing his eyes suspiciously at her.

“Yes, sir.” She mock saluted him as she plopped down in her chair. He grabbed his ball and stepped up to the lane. (Y/N) just happened to drop her newly acquired keychain and accidentally kicked it under the table. “Shoot!” She exclaimed, jarring Mitch’s focus as he looked back at her in concern.

He was met with the sight of her on all fours, ass in the air, as she reached under the table to grab the trinket. He swallowed hard, watching the hem of her skirt rise dangerously high on the backs of her thighs for a second before she eased back out from under the table with her keychain gripped in her hand. She looked up at him and frowned.

“Haven’t you gone yet?” She asked. He huffed and turned back to the pins, trying to focus. But all he could see in his mind was that damn skirt, taunting him, promising what would surely have been a great view if she had leaned just a little farther forward. He swung and within two rolls his ball was once again in the gutter, causing him to let out a curse.

“Aww, poor Mitch. Performance issues? Don’t worry it’s okay.” (Y/N) cooed.

“You’re a little fucking vixen.” He accused as he went to grab his ball from the return.

“I have no clue what you’re talking about.” She pouted, crossing her arms over her chest. Which may or may not have pushed her cleavage up more prominently. He glanced for a second before cursing and glaring playfully at her.

“It’s not going to work.” He warned.

“What’s not going to work?” She asked, pushing up from the table and walking over to him.

“Oh, no. You got sit down.” He demanded, stepping back when she got too close. She pouted, looking hurt.

“I just wanted to wish you good luck.” She frowned. He sighed, he couldn’t say no to such a cute face.

“Fine. No funny business though.” He ordered.

“Cross my heart.” She made a little x with her finger over the top of one breast and his eyes followed the movement without his permission. Then she came forward and squeezed up against him in a hug. “Good luck Mitch.” She said sweetly before pulling away and skipping back to her seat.

“I’m going to fucking need it.” He muttered to himself as he turned around and made to swing. He remembered the feel of her chest pressed up against his just before he let the ball go and cursed, knowing without having to look that it went straight into the gutter. Just like his mind apparently. (Y/N) squealed internally with pride as she jumped up to take her turn.

Her first roll knocked down nine pins and Mitch kissed his lead goodbye. She was skipping over to the ball return when he remembered how she said his forearms somehow distracted her last time. He leaned against the table and yanked up his sleeves quickly before casually folding his arms over his chest.

As expected, (Y/N) smirked back cockily as him and he flexed his arms. Her eyes lowered and watched his arms move while a blush crept up to her cheeks. He smirked and she glared at him.

She snapped her head forward and glared down at the pin. She channeled her sudden sexual frustration into her swing and watched with a vicious sense of victory as it sped down the lane and smashed into the only remaining pin, the force of her roll causing it to practically shoot into the back gutter.

She spun around and smirked at him.

“Last frame. Good luck, champ.” She teased as she sauntered back to her seat.

“Vixen.” He accused with no real venom. She grinned.

“I’ve decided what I want when I win.” She called before he could properly line up his shot. He turned to her and rose an inquisitive brow. “A kiss.” She smiled. “And not a little peck either. An actual kiss.” She could practically see the gears turning in his head as he thought of it. “Anyways, you can bowl now.” She said, jarring him out of his thoughts. He huffed and shook his head to try and clear it as he turned back around. He swung and let go, and they both watched with bated breath as his ball rolled down the lane. It veered at the very last second and hit only one pin.

Mitch dropped his head back to stare at the ceiling as (Y/N) giggled like a maniac. He wondered how the hell she’d gotten in his head so easily. Normally he could complete any task near flawlessly despite distraction. But this girl.... She practically unraveled him just to wrap him back up, around her little finger.

(Y/N) watched her date walk over to the ball return and decided to give him the last half of the frame to try and redeem himself. But because he was expecting her taunts, when they didn’t come it threw him off even more. He only got two more pins.

He huffed out a breath and walked back to his seat to get a good view to watch as (Y/N) destroyed him.

She grabbed her ball, lined up her shot, and watched the ball roll into the pins. She knocked eight of them over.

Her second roll caught the last two, securing her a spare and a fifteen point lead for her win.

As he watched her do a victory dance, Mitch decided there were worse ways to lose, and worse people to lose to.

“Congratulations.” He chuckled. “Your prize is ready to be redeemed whenever.” He grinned.

“Mmmm, I think I’ll sit on it.” She decided, twisting the hem of her shirt around an idle finger. It had come untucked from her skirt somewhere between the second and third frame of their second game.

“Just ask whenever you decide to cash in.” He told her as they both started changing back into their street shoes. She took his bowling shoes once he got them off and smiled before he could protest.

“I’ll return them. You can just head out to your car.” She said before heading over to the counter. He didn’t argue, he just walked outside and leaned against the hood of his car to wait for her.

She came out a moment later and looked up then down the street before smiling at him. She paused as she passed a car, frowned, and then doubled back.

Mitch watched her reach into her purse and pull out her coin pouch. She stuck a couple coins in the stranger’s meter before heading over to him.

“That was nice of you.” He noted. She shrugged.

“They don’t bother with tickets this late, they just go straight to towing.” She said as she stepped up in front of him. They were quiet for a second, neither wanting to be the first to say good night.

“Thank you, for tonight. I had a really good time.” (Y/N) smiled up at him.

“I’m glad. I had fun too.” He returned her smile. She stared up at him for a second before she suddenly pushed up on her toes and pressed her mouth against his. His hands instantly went to her hips and he kissed her back without hesitation.

She dropped her purse in favor of wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him closer and deepen their kiss.

He groaned softly when she bit his lip and his fingers sunk into the soft fabric and skin at her hips as he pulled her flush against him. He swept his tongue across her bottom lip and she opened her mouth to him easily. One of his hands moved from her hip to her back and then down over her ass and (Y/N) laughed lightly against his lips as she kissed him. He grinned and gave it a squeeze, making her pull back to laugh again.

He used his unoccupied hand to cup her cheek and bring her face back to his for another kiss. The bubbling playful mood quickly changed to simmering heat as their lips moved with each other.

Mitch sucked lightly on her lip and (Y/N) moaned softly. That small sound nearly drove him insane, and he quickly flipped their positions so he could grab her thighs and lift her onto the hood of his car.

They both groaned when she wrapped her legs around his hips and used that leverage to pull his hips to hers.

His fingers had just slipped under her shirt in order to feel her skin when someone walking by across the street called out to them.

“You’re not supposed to eat her!”

The two broke away panting and if (Y/N) wasn’t already flushed from Mitch’s kisses she would have been from that comment.

Mitch cleared his throat and lowered his hands back to her hips.

“Sorry.” He apologized.

“What for?” She asked. “I started that.” She reminded him with an easy grin. “And I sure as hell enjoyed it.” She added. A small smirk stole across his mouth.

“Good. I enjoyed it too.” He replied.

“Yeah, I felt just how much you enjoyed it.” She teased, feeling nearly high she was so giddy.

“That, I probably should apologize for, huh?” He chuckled awkwardly.

“If I minded I would have pushed you away.” She pointed out as she carefully slid off of the hood of his car. She leaned down and grabbed her purse from the ground before looking back up at him.

After a moment she reached up and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “Good night, Mitch.” She practically sang as she walked to the driver side door of her car.

“Good night, (Y/N).” He said, watching her get in, start up her car, and pull away from the curb.