#i once called a uber for my friend when we met up last time i went there and her trip was like 50brl

[bnnywngs]

hinata: i'm home! ugh it takes so long to go anywhere in this city

kenma, sipping tea: welcome back. isn't it normal?

hinata: no??? why would it be normal? i used to go from home to school faster than this and i lived on the other side of the mountain

hinata: and by BIKE!

kenma, tokyo born: i wouldn't know

hinata, country bumpkin:

hinata: yeah, nevermind, i forgot you're a city boy

[catch1ngmoths]

🫧𓇼*ੈTIME AFTER TIME✩‧₊˚🎐

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ “If your lost, you can look, and you will find me..time after time. If you fall I will catch you, I’ll be waiting…time after time” -Cyndi Lauper 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋

Summary: after a one night stand with Joost you both can’t seem to get each other out of y’all’s heads. You were always on his mind since then and you couldn’t stop thinking about the blond boy with the cute accent… until your paths cross once more. This time Joost won’t walk away

Note: (all credit for the edit above goes to MCRBATS on TikTok!!) this is a part two for “only stay with you one more night” ITS FINALLY OUT GUYSSS!! I beg for more requests because yall give me the most scrumptious ideas for fics ever!! Also, this is kinda bad so please don’t jump me!!!

Warnings: SUGGESTIVE, Talk of past sexual relations, mostly fluff!

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It had been months, you hadn’t seen Joost since that night that left you both achey in a good and bad way. You’d pondered on your thoughts and feelings towards the blondie and you mentally scolded yourself for thinking he’d come back for you. It obviously meant nothing to him, he probably sleeps with people left and right. You were no different to all the others in his mind.

But you were. Joost couldn’t get your name out his mind. Couldn’t get your pretty face and voice out of his mind. He kept thinking about the way you said moaned his name and how soft your hands were against his rough ones. He wanted to go back in time and make himself bite the curb for leaving your apartment that early morning.

You were so so so much different. Sure, this one night stand wasn’t his first rodeo but the way he looked at you was. The way he felt towards you was, he didn’t know why. He really didn’t. He’d only fully been around you for around 5 hours but those moments gave him a feeling he’d never felt before. He felt so much love, care, and warmth towards your personal being and just wanted to protect you from everything.

He’d ruined it though, we walked through and out your front door that morning. He felt cold as soon as he did but there was no going back now. He had in his signature white earbuds in while he looked out the window of the Uber that was taking him home, his mind still on you. And just like that, that was the last time he’d seen your beautiful face and your addicting scent.

The sound of his friend, apson calling his name pulled him out of his trance. He was setting up for his concert in a few hours, when he was preforming it was the only time he could get you off his mind…well somewhat at least. He went over and helped out apson and the rest of his crew and friends. Helping them set everything up and getting everything done for tonight.

You on the other hand were at your friend, Alexis’s house just hanging out when she interrupted you while you were talking. Her eyes were wide like she’d just remembered something and her movements were one of excitement, taking you aback. “Oh my god!! Sorry to interrupt you but I totally forgot about something, so Mia, Rayo, and Lacey are coming over later and we’re all going to a musicians concert Mia likes!!”

You stare at her with a smile and sarcasm laced in your voice, “now why the hell would you wanna interrupt my story to tell me about that?” You say with a chuckle, “beaacauseee…I want you to come with! It’ll be fun and I know the others would love to have you there too!” You furrow your eyebrows, this reminded you of that night where they all begged you to come out to that club with them where you met that boy you haven’t been able to get your mind off of.

You take a deep sigh, “Lex you know how I feel about things like that.” You reply but Alexis isn’t ready to back down just yet, “no I know but this concert will be different, it’s not as big as mainstream concerts and Mia said it’ll be fun!!” Alexis says looking at you with those puppy eyes and pouting in a sarcastic way.

You groan and just like you did that night months ago you agree. Around an hour later the rest of your friends show up a to get ready. You hang with Rayo fixing your makeup before looking over to him, “who are we even seeing anyways?” You ask him curiously, “man I don’t remember, I just remember Mia putting on his music and showing me a picture of him. Good looking guy and his music isn’t bad whatsoever…soo” Rayo replies with a smile

‘Whatever..’ you think, ‘at least this will be something to get me out the house and doing something.’ You sigh as your friends squeal and run to the car, excited to go. You laugh at their childishness and run after them. It takes around 20 minutes to arrive and the whole time your driving you feel this sensation in your chest, you can’t stop thinking about Joost…he was always on your mind don’t get me wrong but something about this was just different.

Joost was backstage, talking with his friends and trying to calm his excitement for the concert. But something about this felt oddly familiar, he’d never felt this before any concert. His mind now fully immersed and focused on you, he shakes his head as apson calls him over. Trying to shake the thought of you out his mind, as he gets up from where he was sat to walk to apson.

“Het concert begint zo, zijn jullie er klaar voor?” (The concerts gonna start soon, are you ready?) Apson says to Joost, clapping his hand on his shoulder with a smile. Joost takes a breath and smiles at apson, “Ja, ben je er klaar voor? Heb je nog ergens hulp bij nodig?” (Yeah, are you ready? Do you need help with anything else?) Joost replies, nudging apson with his shoulder, this makes apson clasp his hands together. “Ah, Ja, dat ben ik helemaal vergeten. Kom met me mee” (ah, yes, I completely forgot. Come with me..) apson says as the two men walk to set one last thing up.

You and your friends finally arrived to the concert. You all scooted to the front, people being nice enough to let y’all shuffle through. You and your friends talked before music played out making everyone around you, plus your friends scream with excitement. A guy runs out on stage, dressed in a while collared shirt with a black tie and black pants.

He has…short, messy, blond hair.. the same hair Joost had. No way, that wouldn’t be him- that was what you thought before he turned to face the crowd. Those features. Holy shit. It was him. He spoke into the microphone and you immediately knew from the sound of that pretty accent. It was Joost, the boy you couldn’t get out of your head.

Your mind races and you can’t decide if you should be excited or mortified that he’s standing right in front of you. On one hand, this is the boy you’ve wanted to be reunited with for months. On the other hand, it’s embarrassing to face him now. You secretly hope he’ll see you and you’re also hoping he won’t.

He sings his song, “offline” as he looks at the crowd before he sees it. He thinks he’s imagining things, you’ve been a constant in his head for months but there’s no way you’re here right now. No way you’re looking up at him with the same shocked expression that his face definitely has. His voice slightly shakes but he keeps on singing. He’s imagining shit, god he needs to get it together

But it wasn’t his imagination. You were there, for the rest of the concert you and Joost made continuous eye contact. And after the concert was done and Joost was backstage he was his wracking his brain for any way he could catch you. He couldn’t let you leave again, he just got given a second chance and he wasn’t about to give it up.

You were thinking the same things, you were alone in your mind the whole concert. You were thinking and planing about what to do after this, once the concert was done and everyone was leaving. You panicked, “u-um you guys can leave without me, I can get an Uber back home! I need to do something..! I’ll text you when I get home safe!” You say

You knew they wouldn’t let you so you run away before they can protest against your words. You look around, after your far enough away. You second guess yourself once your by yourself. Your heart is racing but your thoughts won. What if he didn’t wanna see you? What is he forgot about you and everything about that night.? You shake your head and realize what you’re doing, your friends probably haven’t gotten far.

Before you can run back to your friends you hear heavy footsteps, you turn around frantically. And you finally see Joost turning the corner to the hallway to where you were. He turns his head when you both lock eyes, both of you freezing. You stared at each other, breathing heavily and hearts racing.

“J-Joost..?” You stutter out, your voice weak and body stiff. He immediately breaks out of his trace at the sound of that voice that he’d missed so much. He runs towards you and embraces you, it was strange…it really was. This amount of affection for someone you hadn’t seen a few months and only spend one night together.

But it felt like you both were intertwined, sewn together in some way (Adrianne Lenker mentioned?!) He smiles, picking you up and spinning you around. “Holy shit it’s really you, fuck I’m so sorry. I regretted leaving as soon as I closed your door. I’m sorry if I made you feel used or unimportant, your not and i-“ he’s put off my a soft kiss being pressed to his lips

You grab his face as his hands pull your waist to be flush against his hips. Both of you are out of breath, pressing messy and rough kisses to each others lips. You moan softly on his lips and joost took his opportunity to slip his tounge into your mouth. Nothing but love shown in the kisses as he presses you up against the wall behind you, towering over you as you finally pull away.

“I’m not letting you go again, I hope you’re aware of that..” he says with his signature smile and you giggle before responding, “I wouldn’t have it any other way..” you say before he lowers his head, catching your lips in his once more

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ “ Wanna listen to the sound of you blinking, wanna listen to your hands soothe. Listen to your heart beating, listen to the way you move” - Adrianne lenker 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋

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TAGLIST: @timewillpasssoon @poppymelonz @pickle-juice-and-vodka @imsiriuslyreal

[muhlsworld]

ARE WE STILL FRIENDS?

synopsis: you and nika had always been best friends.. until you weren’t.

WARNINGS: cussing and friendship breakup?? very bad writing

you and nika had become best friends before she had even started at uconn. you had gone to a sports camp in which you had met her and instantly clicked. even though you were at the camp for tennis rather than basketball, you guys had become inseparable since that day.

you thought she was the most beautiful girl you had laid your eyes on. you’ve always thought she was beautiful but in a friend way… right?

as time went on you both had progressed immensely in your sports. you were planning on doing everything together regardless of playing different sports. you thought you were the luckiest person in the world being best friends with nika.

as the time approached where nika would start college soon, seeing as she was a year older than you, she became distant. only answering your texts every now and again. never calling you anymore. it left you confused. she would always text back instantly or tell you when she was busy. she would always call you back.

until one day your messages didn’t deliver.

feeling confused, you went to her house. you going to her house randomly was normal for her family and you. you knocked on the door and nika’s younger sister, hana, answered the door.

“oh my god hi, i haven’t seen you in so long” hana said. you smiled awkwardly and asked where nika was. she looked at you confused “you don’t know?” she asked. “know what?” you replied. “she left.” hana said. “well when’s she coming back?” you asked getting slightly impatient. “no like she left for college already” hana replied.

with those words your heart felt heavy. she had left. your nika had left without a word. you excused yourself from hana and began walking home. tears welled in your eyes as you walked home. you began to think if your friendship meant nothing to her. all those late nights talking about your futures together.

you were lost, heartbroken even. you didn’t know what to do without nika in your life. but you knew she clearly didn’t want you in hers after leaving without saying goodbye.

fast forward to present time - it was the end of your freshman year of college. you had gotten offered to play tennis but you didn’t like the program here so you entered the transfer portal. you had instantly received an offer from uconn. having heard a lot of good things from their sports program you accepted.

it was now the last saturday before classes started. and your teammates were begging you to come out to the party with them. you hadn’t gone to a single party since arriving there. you weren’t very social since arriving, not knowing anything about the school other than your team and coaching staff. your plan for this saturday was to make popcorn and watch your favorite show.

nevertheless their persistence won you over. so here you were getting ready to go to some frat house that was hosting a party. you were wearing jean shorts and a cute top that your teammate, lily, picked out for you. once you and your team were ready you were waiting for the uber driver to pick you up. the frat house want necessarily far, but none of you wanted to walk.

the car ride to party went by rather quickly and within a matter of minutes you arrived. stepping out of the car you could already hear the music blasting from inside the house.

stepping into the house you could smell the sweat and alcohol radiating from all the people. you and your teammates made your way to the kitchen to get a drink. you guys had taken your first shot of the night to take the edge off. maybe this party wouldn’t be so bad you thought.

as the night went on you weren’t drunk but you were a little tipsy. but just enough to get rid of the tenseness you had. you were having a great time. until your friends unanimously decided that it was your turn to get the next round of drinks. after protesting for a few minutes you laughed it off and went to the kitchen to retrieve the drinks.

on your way back to where your friends were you bumped into someone. “oh my god i’m so sorry, i didn’t even see you”/ “what the fuck?” you guys said simultaneously. the person you bumped into was slightly taller than you. as you look up to get a look of the person your heart dropped again just like it did all those years ago.

it was her.

“nika?” you asked.

she looked at you and her eyes went wide.

A/N: sooo this is my first fic so if it’s bad i apologize 😬 if yall want the part 2 to this lmk and ill have it up

[w2soneshots]

Flirt -W2S

words: 1.0k+

warnings: alcohol consumption.

summary: your childhood friends with Faith and when she meets Ethan you’re invited to a party with his friends.

notes: this was requested on wattpad!! Enjoy🎀🫶🏼

I've known Faith since high school. We stayed friends and have actually became closer as we've grown up. She met Ethan a few months ago and I have noticed how happy she is, when she talks about him she starts blushing and goes all giddy, I'm so incredibly happy for her. Naturally I met him and he seems super nice, then he invited me and Faith to a party he's hosting at his apartment, and we obviously said yes. I met all of his friends last week along with their girlfriends: Talia and Freya, who were really sweet and welcomed us into the group. I find the entire group hilarious. The banter that night was top notch.

Tonight both me and Faith are invited to another party but this time it's being hosted at JJ and Simon's apartment. For a bit of fun they decided to do a "girls wear white, men wear black" sorta thing so I went shopping with Talia (who I've become good friends with) to buy a dress. When we both found something to wear, paid and headed home to begin the long process of getting ready. I styled my hair, put on some makeup then got into my dress. Just before I left my apartment I sprayed myself with my favourite perfume and grabbed my lip liner, lipgloss and phone.

I got an uber to the boys apartment building. They gave me the code to get through reception then I got into the lift. Once I was outside the front door I knocked. It was opened by Talia a few minutes later. Her eyes lit up "y/n! I'm so glad you're here," she said as she pulled me in "none of the girls are here yet and I'm seriously getting bored of the conversation being about football." I laughed as she brought me through the hallway and into the living room. I smiled and waved lightly "hey." I said. "Hey! y/n, wanna drink?" JJ asked. I nodded and he took me into the kitchen.

After I got my drink I sat down on the couch between Talia and Harry. At the last party I got along great with everyone but me and Harry were a little awkward, Ethan had already pre warned me that Harry wasn't great with new people and so I tried to be as talkative as possible when I spoke to him so he didn't feel like he had to do too much of the talking, and it seemed to work pretty well. In the next half an hour everyone else arrived, including Ethan and Faith so I immediately became more comfortable.

As the night went on everyone progressively became more and more drunk. I stood in the kitchen pouring myself, another drink when Harry came in. "Hey, what ya making?" he asked. I turned around "vodka Redbull, want one?" he stepped towards me "Nah, I'm alright but thanks though." he said. I smiled lightly and continued to make my drink while he made himself something. "So, how did you meet Faith?" he asked, breaking the comfortable silence. I finished pouring my drink, took a sip and looked up to him. "Met her during high school, we've been friends ever since." I replied. Just as I finished my sentence, Freya walked in and told us we were going to play Uno.

Me and Harry headed into the living room and sat down on one of the sofas. Once we played a few rounds we got bored and began chatting amongst ourselves. I spent the rest of the night talking to Harry and getting to know him properly until I was too drunk to hold a conversation so decided to call it a night and go home.

The next morning... I woke up with what felt like one of the worst hangovers of my life. After practically rotting in bed all day, I managed to get myself up and order some lunch. When it arrived, I sat down to eat it and got a call from Faith: "hey! How are you feeling?" She asked. "not great, you?" I replied. "not the worst," she sighed contently "So... last night, you and Harry seem to be getting along." she said. I raised a brow, even though she couldn't see me "what do you mean by that?" She giggled "you just looked really... flirty." She said. I gasped "flirty?" "Come on y/n, you obviously like him!" She said with a chuckle. I sighed, then laughed "maybe I do."

Harry's pov:

I woke up to a text from Ethan: "so you and y/n yea?" I furrowed my brows "what?" I replied. A few minutes later he text back "come on bog it's obvious you like her😉" my face dropped slightly "is it really that obvious?" I replied quickly. "Haha yes yes it is" I signed "shit" I said quietly to myself.

y/n’s pov:

Today I'm going for dinner with Faith. She asked me randomly a few days after the party if I was free anytime this week, since Ethan was busy. So I said tonight and she picked a restaurant. I got ready into a casual outfit, pulled my hair into a half up half down style and did my makeup. Once I was finished I texted Faith, telling her I was just about to leave. She replied that she was also leaving so I made my way outside.

I got an Uber to the restaurant and was there within 15 minutes. I text Faith that I’d arrived but I didn’t get a reply. I brushed it off and headed inside. I looked around to check she wasn’t already here and my eyes caught someone else’s. I walked towards him “Harry? What are you doing here?” I asked. He stood from the small table he was sat at. “I’m meeting Ethan.” He said casually. My eyes widened slightly then I shook my head “Faith.” I said now realising what was going on. “What?” He said, confused. “I told Faith I- um liked you and I guess she was trying to set us up.” I said awkwardly. “I told Ethan I liked you.” He laughed slightly. “You do?” I said with a slight tilt of my head. He nodded. I smiled “well we better make the most of this then.” I said.

We spent the entire date laughing and getting wasted. We forgave Ethan and Faith and actually thanked them for forcing us to admit our feelings.

[runningincircl3s]

Nothing Ever After

Chapter 5

chapter warnings: alcohol, guys being dudes

this was one of my favourite chapters to write :) also we finally get around to mr chenzo mauro coming into the story…

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The hotel room smelled strongly of perfume as you were getting ready for your first night out in years, leaning in towards the lit up bathroom mirror as you touched up your lip gloss, catching Noah watching you from his bed, before he asked you to change the song that had come on next on your phone, which happened to be ain’t it fun by Paramore.

You were surprised that last night didn’t cause an awkward atmosphere between the two of you, not that it should have, so you didn’t dare bring up the pet name drop. Noah spent the day with Matt and Nicholas moving their equipment into the venue for tomorrow night, joined by some of the Motionless guys whilst you explored the city with Bryan, Nick and Jolly. 

“I can’t believe you’re not coming too.” You pouted, catching Noah’s eye in the mirror. You had gotten into an argument earlier this evening about going out, Noah had told you that you were here on this tour to work, but you countered that by saying you’re not exactly working until tomorrow, and he seemed to have nothing to say to that.

“My partying days are long gone, I can just about tolerate album releases or birthdays now.” 

“Okay, grandpa!” You teased, making him raise his eyebrows.

“Hey, I'm only 2 years older than you! Just find out how old Ryan and Vin are before you call me grandpa, sweetheart.” He placed a hand on his hip, making you chuckle. 

“Maybe I will.” You smirked, checking the time on your phone before turning the bathroom light off and sitting at the end of Noah’s bed. 

“You look nice.” Noah said, dropping the sassy act as he sat up, making your cheeks flush red. But you brushed it off.

“Thank you.” You smiled, trying not to show just how flustered that comment made you. “Folio said we’re getting an uber there at 10 so I better go and meet him.” 

Noah nodded his head. 

“Stay safe, okay? I know you’ll be with the guys and I trust them, but be careful, watch your drink.”

“I appreciate your concern but I’m an adult, Noah. I can look after myself. I’ll see you when I get back.” You said with a smile and a little wave as you left the hotel room and headed down to meet up with Bryan and Nick. 

“Wow!” Nick’s eyes widened, sitting up in the arm chair he had sunk into, “you look… amazing!” 

“Thanks Folio.” You smiled, doing a twirl, showing off the outfit you rushed to buy whilst you were in the city this afternoon. 

“Please! I’d usually have my friends to help me pick an outfit but they’re in a completely different time zone right now and I need someone to tell me if it sucks!” You pleaded with Nick, Bryan and Jolly to come in the store with you. 

Your begging seemed to have worked as they eventually gave in and followed you through the store as you picked out some items before putting them back to swap for others. Eventually, with the help of the three guys, you found what you thought was a perfect outfit, exactly your style and you went into the changing room cubicle to try it on. 

As you walked out the guys cheered, you were almost certain it wasn’t for the outfit choice but the fact it meant you could leave the store and get pizza. 

“I still think it would look better on me.” Jolly snickered on the way out of the store, and you hit him with the bag. 

“What did Noah think of it?” Folio wiggled his eyebrows and you looked at him, confused at what he meant by that.

“I think he liked it, why?” 

“Oh, no reason…” He smiled, before adding, “He wasn’t in the store with us earlier, he didn’t get to see it when we did!”

You ignored him as you made your way out to wait for the uber.

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Once you had gotten into the club, you met up with Ryan and Vinny. Bryan offered to get drinks for you all, but Ryan insisted he got the first round, and you all followed him to the bar. 

“Think you’ll find anyone to take back to your room tonight?” You heard Ryan say to Vin, a teasing tone in his voice. 

“Nah, not tonight, man. I just want to get up there and DJ again.” 

“Go and ask,” Folio laughed, “The worst they can say is no and turn you away.” 

“Now that is a good point.” Vinny pointed a finger at Nick, “If you guys can’t find me I’ll be up there fucking it up!” 

"Go Vin!" Ryan laughed as Vinny found his way to the stage.

Bryan passed you your drink, you weren’t too sure what to get so you played it safe with a vodka redbull as the guys all had some kind of whiskey or beer.

Nick and Bryan were having a conversation, so you decided you'd take this as an opportunity to get to know Ryan.

"So how long have been in the band?" You asked, taking a sip of your drink.

"Too long," he chuckled, "I think it's been about 16 years now."

"Really?" You gasped, "how long have you guys been going? I had no idea it's been that long?"

"Twenty years, but Chris is the only one who's been here since the beginning, we haven't found a replacement for him yet." He laughed, taking a sip of his beer.

"So you guys all replaced the originals?"

"Well I wouldn't word it like that," he said, "I joined in 2008 and then Rick joined a year later, we've had Vin since 2014 and we aquired Justin five years ago, I think... I can't remember." He laughs. "I'll spare you the details of all the others, so how long have you been doing photography?"

"Since I was in school," you say, watching as Nick and Bryan began walking over to you two, "I'd say it's almost been 13 years now."

Nick changed the subject and the four of you began talking, until Ryan and Bryan went back to the bar for another drink. As you waited for them to come back, you and Folio just stood about, people-watching.

“So,” Folio said, “you said you haven’t had a night out in a while, how you feeling?”

“I don’t know if I’m just getting older but it seems a lot… different from what I remember.” 

“Yeah, the music's gotten worse that's for sure.” He laughed. 

As Nick said that, the song suddenly switched up and all of a sudden return of the mack started playing. 

“I guess they let Vinny DJ after all.” Ryan shouted over to you two. 

“It’s like he has this magic power that lets him get whatever he wants, I was almost certain they wouldn’t let him up there.” Nick laughed. “Anyway, I need to ask you something.” 

You furrowed your eyebrows and took a sip of your drink. 

“Okay… Go ahead.”

“You and Noah… I’ve kept it a secret but I saw you guys in the pool back home, I’ve seen the way he looks at you and the way you look at him-” 

“Nick, what are you talking about?”

“I’m just telling you to go for it! It’s clear you guys are into each other, and it's the perfect time now you're both sharing a room... it just makes sense.” 

“Yeah but let's say I do, and what if it backfires? What if he doesn’t feel the same way and I have to spend the next few months living in hell, having to be around him every minute of every day, I'd rather pack my bags and go home now!” 

“So you do like him!” Nick shouted, overjoyed for some reason you didn’t understand, it was like he knew something you didn't.

“No, that’s not what I’m saying-” 

“That is what you just said, the same way, what else would that mean?” 

“Why do you care so much? We’re best off as just friends whilst we’re on tour anyway.”

“I care because I love him, and you, y/n. I just want to see my friends happy!” 

“What’s going on?” Bryan asks as he joins you with Ryan by his side. 

“Y/n admitted it! She has feelings for Noah!” 

“I didn't! I fucking hate you guys. I just wanted to come out and have fun tonight and this is what I get instead?” 

“Hey, me and Bry haven’t even done anything.” Ryan defended the two of them, but it was too late, you’d gone. 

You wouldn’t act like you didn’t spot the guy staring at you as you talked to Nick, and so you decided to prove a point, that you didn’t have feelings for Noah, and walked straight over to him. 

The song suddenly changed again, and you moved to the beat as you approached this guy, he was also pretty hot so it’s not like you’d have to fake how much you were into him. He was pretty tall, you could see a few tattoos on his arms, his eyes looked a chocolate brown, he had brown stubble for a beard which matched his hair and he almost resembled Ben Barnes.

"What's your name?" He asked, his hand sliding to your waist.

"Y/n!" You give him a smile, which he returns.

"I'm Max."

He asked if you wanted another drink, and so you told him you’d have a strawberry daiquiri. You kept looking over at Folio every now and again, who kept his eye on you up until the moment you moved in to kiss Max, your hand on his cheek as you stood on your tiptoes- when someone bumped into you, making you spill your drink over yourself.

“What the f- Vinny?” 

“Shit, I.. I am so sorry, oh my… How do I...” 

Neither of you knew what to do, so you both stood completely still, and Max laughed before wandering off to another girl. 

“Fuck, let me help you clean up, where’s the bathrooms?”

"Over there?"

You both walked off in the direction the sign pointed in, although it happened to be the mens bathroom. However, since there was nobody in there you didn't care, rushing to the sink.

You looked in the mirror to see your top had a massive red stain, as Vinny gathered some tissues to help wipe the mess up. 

“I look fucking stupid!” You groaned, to which Vinny apologised once more. 

He began to wipe your top as you worked on wringing it out of your hair which it had also gotten on to, beginning to laugh at how ridiculous this situation is. However, when Vinny suddenly noticed he was wiping your boob and you didn't appear to be wearing a bra, he felt a rush go through his body and his hands froze momentarily. 

“We haven’t even been properly introduced yet, I’m so sorry this is how it had to be.” You chuckled, taking a couple tissues from the counter and taking over from him as he stepped back. 

“It’s okay,” he smiled, “so you’re y/n? Our temporary photographer, right?” He asked, properly taking in how you looked for the first time as you desperately scrubbed at your top.

“That’s right, and you’re a DJ?” You smirked. 

“I was for about five minutes before they kicked me off! They saw the song I was about to play next and I guess they just didn’t have taste.”

You laughed, wondering what it could’ve been, still wiping at your top. 

“Is it coming off?” He asked, feeling bad as he watched as you shook your head. 

“Y’know I might just go back to the hotel-”

“Hey, no! Don’t let your night be over just because of me.”

“It’s not that, I just don’t feel like it tonight, I'm not having fun like I used to.” You sighed, “plus my outfits ruined.” 

You could tell Vinny was about to apologise again, but he stopped himself and instead he suddenly took his sweater off, and handed it over to you. 

“I was wondering where this was about to go…” You smirk as you take it from him and turn around, you couldn’t help but melt slightly at the smell of as you slipped it over your head. 

“I mean… I haven’t fucked in a club bathroom for about 8 years but if-” You threw your wet top at him to shut him up as you turn back around. 

“You at least owe me another drink first.” You chuckle, fixing the black and brown striped sweater in the mirror. “How do I look?” 

“Cute,” he says, “it goes with your skirt.” He points out, and you smile as you realise he’s right. “So what are you drinking?”

You take your ruined top back from him, and you can’t help but notice how his arm flexed, and how his hands looked, and the rings on his fingers… it was all too much, you had only just met him! You tried to keep all your thoughts at bay, but it didn’t help that it seemed he had a flirty personality, one that you couldn't help but match. 

“Vodka lemonade please.” You smiled at him as you followed him back out. 

“Where the hell were- What is going on here?” Ryan shouts, laughing almost in disbelief as he watches you and Vinny return from the bathroom, with you now wearing his sweater. 

“It's not what it looks like!” You exclaim, as Vinny laughs. 

“I knocked into her and spilled her drink, I helped clean up the mess and now I’m getting another one to replace the one she lost- I lost.” Vin said with a smile as he walked over to the bar. 

“We were thinking of going soon,” you hear Bryan say as he tapped you on the shoulder, “I think Nick had too many shots and Noah would kill me if he’s hungover for the first show. Do you wanna come too or stay or...?”

“That’s okay, I’ll stay. Vinny’s just getting me another drink. I'd feel bad if I left.” 

“That’s fine! Just please text me or one of the guys to let us know you got back safe. I won’t say it in front of Nick after what he was saying earlier, but Noah asked if we could make sure you get back safe and don’t leave with some stranger.” 

“I'm not stupid!" You laugh, "Of course I'll stay safe, and I'll text you when I leave and when I'm back. See you tomorrow, Bry.” 

“I think I might leave too, actually.” Ryan says, “It was great to meet you, even if it was briefly, and I can’t wait to be working with you tomorrow. See ya!” 

“Bye, Ryan!” You smile, watching as he followed Bryan and Nick out. 

“Here. I'm so sorry, really,” Vin hands you your drink and you thank him, “where’s everyone gone?”

“Back to the hotel,” you say, taking a sip, “we’ve only been here a couple hours!” 

“It’s because they’re getting old, y/n! Justin didn’t come with us this time but he always used to, but he’s a dad now so he’s probably catching up on all that sleep.”

“How old are you?” You ask a little out of the blue, remembering what Noah had said to you earlier.

“Hey, they say to never ask a lady her age!” He says, slightly flipping his hair, causing you to smile. 

“Sorry ma’am!” 

“30.” He answers straight up and you almost spit your drink out. 

“No! You’re a liar Vincent.”

“I’m not… and that’s not my name!” He sasses, “And there’s me thinking you actually knew of us!” 

“So you’re just Vinny?” You ask, quite taken back by the news, “And anyway I know a couple of your songs, I wouldn’t say I’m like a fan or anything…”

Vinny raises his eyebrows.

“Are you shitting me?”

“Hey, I’m sorry! I’ll listen to you guys whilst I work on editing some pictures tomorrow and I’ll give you a review!” You smile, taking a sip of your drink.

“Now that’s more like it.” He smirks, taking a sip of his drink. “And it’s Vincenzo actually.”

“That’s cute, Vincenzo… is that…”

“Italian,” he answers, shaking his head, “But please don’t ask me to speak Italian, I’m actually from New Jersey.”

“Oh cool!” You smile, also telling him where you’re from, “so New Jersey, that’s like next to New York isn’t it… interesting…”

Vinny looked rather confused at your thinking face. 

“What? What’s interesting?”

“Has anyone ever told you that you look like Timothee Chal-”

“Yes, they have." He interrupted, "And yes, I see it in some pictures.” He sighs, and you laugh. “Is that your way of calling me hot?” He raises an eyebrow. 

“Well, given the chance I would give everything up for a chance with him from little women, so…”

You couldn’t deny Vinny was very attractive, not only in his looks but his personality too. He was a double threat, he was dangerous.

“So… you are calling me hot?” He smirked. The lighting in this place wasn’t doing you any favours as it only made him look better. 

“Are you like this with everyone?” You asked, a serious tone in your voice as you looked up at him. 

“Like what?”

“I don’t know, flirty?”

“I’ve been told I can be,” he smirked, “why?” 

“You’re so annoying.” You said, trying to hide your smile as you took a sip of your drink.

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

Three drinks later, Vinny decided it was time to get you back to the hotel and into bed. He was relatively sober compared to you, as you were currently shouting at the people DJ-ing for not letting you and Vin back up there. 

“C’mon! We played better songs than this!” You argued, “I’ve never even heard of this shit before!” 

“Hey, c’mon,” Vinny put his hand on your waist, pulling you away from the main stage, “Sorry!” He shouted up to the guy who stood with his arms crossed. 

“You’ve really got no control over your girlfriend, huh?” He snickered, and Vin took a deep breath, knowing not to make the situation any worse than it was five minutes ago. 

“No. She’s her own person, and we’re leaving now. I apologise.” He said calmly before turning around and leading you out of the building. 

“I didn’t want to leave so early.” You frowned, slightly shivering as you walked by his side. 

“It’s not early,” he laughed, “it’s almost 2am, and I have to be up at 7.” 

“Shit, I’m so sorry for keeping you there… you could’ve gone back y’know…” 

“I wasn’t leaving you there by yourself, in a club in a city you’ve never been to before with the way you are.”

“I’m not even drunk!” You poked his side. 

“Then walk in a straight line.” He stopped walking and crossed his arms, looking at you as if to say ‘go on.’

You thought about it, but then shook your head, and he smirked. 

“Maybe I did drink a little too much, but my drinks were stronger than yours so that's not fair!” 

“It was your choice to have double shots of vodka, you could’ve had a single, or no alcohol at all?” 

“And why would I wanna do that?” You linked your arms together as you continued to walk, “How long does it take to walk back?” 

“About 20 minutes. We could’ve gotten an uber but I didn’t want to risk you being sick in it or anything.” 

“They told you, didn't they?” You sighed.

“Who told me what?” He chuckled, looking at you as you walked together. 

“Bryan’s 25th.”

“No… What happened?” 

“I vomited all over Noah, and myself, but mostly Noah… It was the first time I properly met him.”

“Oh shit.” He laughed, before suddenly pulling back from you, “wait, are you and Noah…”

“Are we what?” You stopped to look at him, you knew what he meant but you wanted him to say it.

“I dunno, not together but… are you guys a... thing? I just thought after seeing the two of you yesterday when we were getting off the bus-”

“No! Why does everyone think there’s something going on between us?!”

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything.” He said, going quiet.

You sighed. 

“It’s okay, I’m sorry. Can I tell you something, Vinny?” You asked, your words a little slurred.

“Yeah, what's up?"

“I don’t know where I stand with Noah. Sure, I like him, I’ll admit that, but he'll give me mixed signals. And sometimes I feel like I annoy him. Am I annoying, Vin?”

“I don't know you well enough yet to answer that," he laughed, "But I'm sure he doesn't think that.”

“It’s like last night when I said I’d come out tonight with you guys, he had an attitude the whole way back to the hotel, until we went to our rooms- Shit I’m gonna wake him up when we get back!” 

“You two are sharing a room?" 

“It’s a long story, someone was gonna have to share and it only seemed fair I did because I had an extra bed. But- Shit I don't have the key to get in and I don’t want to have to wake him up.”

“Give him a call, he might still be awake.”

“You’re right!” You said, rushing to get your phone from your bag. 

It rang and rang but there was no answer. He was definitely asleep. 

“Fuck," you groaned when he didn't answer once more, stressfully running your fingers through your hair, "I don’t want to have to bang on the door to wake him up.”

“Look, I know this sounds crazy but for tonight why don’t you just stay in my room? We’ve all managed to get separate rooms this time around so I’ll ask Rick if I can share with him and-”

“No! I can’t kick you out of your room. We can share a bed, I don't bite! I'll even put a pillow between us if you want to.” You laughed. 

“Okay deal.” He smiled as he shook your hand.

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@rumoured-whispers @collisionofyourkissmakesitsohard @lma1986 @thisbicc @dominuslunae @miss570 @miamore0570 @jilliemiw86 @itsyaboinoah

i can't explain how much i love vinny that guys always got me giggling kicking my feet when i write about him

[nvtstvrns]

𝕒 𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕪

Matt x female reader (part one in a series)

𝚃𝚆: drug use (weed, alcohol), hook up, party

𝙰/𝙽: thank you for liking all of my fanfictions 🤭 y’all make me giggle and kick my feet every time I get a tumblr notification.

𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓇𝓎: you are best friends with the triplets, you live with them, but you’re also really close friends with Tara Yummy, she invited you and the triplets to her birthday party and you kindly accepted. But what happens when you get way too high and your closest friend is touching you in ways you never thought would happen?

I was sitting on Matt’s bed while he played Fortnite with Chris who was downstairs. They were twitch streaming.

I was trying to block out their constant screaming so I was texting Tara.

I smile when I read that last message. When I met Tara last year she was so sweet and welcoming. I was just trying to make some of my own friends rather than always being stuck with the triplets.

I stayed on my phone until Chris walks into Matt’s bedroom to wrap up the stream.

“y/n.” Chris says looking back at me.

“Y/n?…y/n…y/n…y/n…y/n y/n y/n.” He says continuously.

“What Chris?” I say looking up from my phone finally. Chris was staring into my soul.

“Say goodbye to the stream.” He says.

I wave my hand towards the camera and I look down at my phone again. I hear them do their outro and then I finally sit up in Matt’s bed. The only reason I wouldn’t sit up when they were asking me to, was because I wasn’t wearing a shirt. I was only in my push up bra.

“We’re going to Tara’s birthday tomorrow, I don’t care what you say Matt.” I say walking into his closet and pulling out one of his hoodies. I put it on and then sit in a chair next to him. He smiles at me in his hoodie.

“She just texted me about that.” He says stretching in his chair. I look at Chris and then at Matt.

“Come with me? I don’t want to take an Uber to her house, and I also don’t want to be attached at her hip while she talks to everyone because…you know Tara.” I say rambling on. After a minute Nick walks into Matt’s bedroom.

“What are we talking about?” Nick asks.

“Tara’s birthday,” I say. “I’m trying to convince Matt to go, but I don’t know if I’m getting anywhere.” I say with a fake pout on my face. I convinced Nick and Chris to start begging with me.

“Fine. I’ll go for a little bit to have some fun.” Matt says rolling his eyes.

My eyes go wide and I scream. “We’re gonna get him out of the house for once!!!” I say jumping up and down with Chris and Nick. We all laugh and Matt tells us to quiet down.

later that night, I was laying in Matt’s bed while he was sleeping. I don’t have my own room so I usually sleep with one of them randomly. Tonight I chose Matt. I was texting with Tara again.

I smiled. I absolutely loved Tara, she was always so sweet to me and she always made me feel so confident about myself.

I put my phone on the charger and then I turned around so I was facing Matt. He was on his phone facing me.

“Whatcha watching?” I ask him sneaking my head between his arms that were holding his phone up. I glance at his phone and realize he’s on TikTok.

“I wanna watch the edits of you,” I say giggling and reaching for his phone. He groans.

“I don’t want to watch those, so no.” He says pulling his phone away from me. I smile and let my hands fall down hitting the mattress with a small thump.

“Thanks for agreeing to go to Tara’s party tomorrow. I love having you with me when we go places, you’re my best friend and you make me feel safe,” I say as a ruffle his hair playfully.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re my best friend too.” He says as he shoves me away from him. I almost fall off the bed and we both break out into laughter.

“Alright get some sleep love, we can talk in the morning.” He says as he turns around. I loved that nickname that he would use for me ‘love’ He always called me that. Usually couples call each other love, but he does it as an inside joke, and I’m all here for it.

“Goodnight.” I say as I nestle my head into the pillow falling off into a deep sleep.

When I wake up the next morning Matt is still sleeping beside me, that wasn’t abnormal though, usually I was the first one up in the house, it had become a weird pattern every single day. I was up first and the first thing I would do is take a shower, while I’m drying off and putting on lotion and stuff Matt wakes up and passes the bathroom. Then he starts making his breakfast, I’ll go into the kitchen make my breakfast and eat it sitting next to Matt, then it’s Nick who goes straight to the bathroom, and then Chris who does something stupid or he just automatically has this weird burst of energy and he’s ready for the day.

I get my towels and I get in the shower. My favorite thing in the world was showers. I loved hot showers so much. The hot water would help me relax my muscles and release all of my anxiety. I took a deep breath and I started to wash my body and hair.

I stayed in the shower for a good hour today. Usually I take half an hour showers, but today I really needed it. I love hanging out with Tara and going to parties because I always enjoy it once I get there, but before them I’m so anxious about having to talk to people and carry conversations. My social anxiety needs to leave me alone.

I finally step out of the bathroom and I see Matt and Nick sitting on the couch with their breakfast. I pour myself a bowl of fruity pebbles and sit down next to Matt.

“you slept with me all night, sit next to Nick.” Matt says pushing me gently.

“Bro, I’m just tryna eat my breakfast.” I say as I take another bite of my cereal. Nick pats the seat next to him, “come here babe.”

Once Chris is up I could tell he’s excited for Tara’s party today. I found it funny the way he was dancing around and singing songs.

It was around 9pm and the party started at 10:30 so I started to get ready. I shaved everywhere and then put on my swimsuit, putting my clothes over it. I started to do my makeup, glitter eyeshadow being my best friend at the moment. Once I was fully ready I stepped out of the bathroom and did a little spinny spin for the boys.

“Whatcha think?” I ask holding my hands out showing off the whole outfit.

“I can see the strings from your swimsuit bottoms and I don’t know whether to tell you to put a different swimsuit on or call you hot as fuck.” Chris says eyeing you up and down. “Platonically of course.” I look at him and I grin and roll my eyes. Sometimes they had a weird protective side to them.

“Brother that’s not the kind of compliment she was looking for, the tights are a w love.” Matt says smiling and poking her shoulder.

“I feel like because I am a homosexual I can tell her what she wants to hear, you are literally DEVOURING this outfit, and the bikini because I know which one you’re wearing is so cute on you, you look amazing sweetheart.” Nick says smiling.

“Thank you guys so much.” I say as Nick grabs my hand and we all walk out to the car.

We arrive at the party and we can already hear loud music, I had texted Tara 5 minutes ago to let her know we were here and there she was walking out of the house and running to me.

“Y/N!!!!” She screams as she jumps into my arms wrapping her legs around my waist. Were the same height so this is definitely hard for me. I spin her around and then put her down.

“Happy fucking birthday Tara.” I say fixing her hair.

“international Tara Yummy day.” She says and she smiles.

“Hey, where’s my sticker?” I ask her looking at the white "𝙸 ♡ 𝚃𝙰𝚁𝙰 𝚈𝚄𝙼𝙼𝚈" sticker that was on her waist. Her face lights up and she pulls one out of her bag. I hold out my arms and let her put the sticker wherever she wants. She places it right on my left boob.

She looks behind me and finally sees the boys emerging out of their car.

“Took ya long enough.” Tara says as she hugs each of them. They nod and then we’re all walking inside.

I talk to people before getting any drinks, Jake, Johnny, Sam, Colby, Quen, and Larray were the people I was talking to. I loved each and every one of them so much. I mostly stayed by Tara and when she sat down on a couch as a joint was being passed around, I joined in, it’s been a minute since I’ve smoked a joint but I needed to do it tonight. Matt sits next to me and he asks for a hit of it, I nod my head holding it between my fingers and I blow the smoke out of my lungs and cough.

I’m a very weed sensitive person so usually one gets me high. But I took more than one. I felt high out of my fucking mind.

“Tara wanna go swim?” I ask her not noticing that I was leaning fully on Matt,

“YES!” She says and she pulls off her dress showing her swimsuit, and I do the same. Matt eyes me up and down in the swimsuit and I see him shift in his seat.

Tara and I get in the pool together and we sit there for a while drinking cocktails. we talked for a while about random things, she did most of the talking and I was feeling myself start to get kind of tipsy.

“Hey wanna go and smoke a joint?” She asks as she takes the last sip of her cocktail. I nod and she grabs my hand leading me out of the pool. When I pass Matt I grab his hand and pull him along with me, and Chris and Nick obviously follow. We all sit down on the big couch and I watch Tara roll the joint. She takes a hit and then gives it to me. I take a long drag and hold it in. I pass it to Matt and to my surprise he actually takes a hit, I wasn’t expecting him to.

“Oh okay Matt!!” I say grinning.

After a while my head was spinning. The effect of the weed and the alcohol. I stood up and stretched and I felt Matt’s hands grab my waist and he pulled me back down.

“Where are your clothes?” He asks looking at my swimsuit.

“They’re out where we were sitting by the pool.” I say as I lay down on the couch. I watch him walk away. I listen to the music closing my eyes that I could barely keep open. I feel Matt’s hand tap my shoulder and I sit up.

“Here put them on.” He says throwing me my clothes. I catch them and then he throws me my phone.

“Thanks.” I say quietly. He sits across from me as I put my clothes back on.

“You put your fucking shirt on inside out,” he says as he stands up and pulls your shirt off and then flips it the right way pulling it back on me. I felt my knees go weak. The way he pulled off my shirt so aggressively was actually hot. I stood there for a few seconds just watching him. That’s when he picked me up and started carrying me out to his car.

Once we got in the car it felt animalistic the way we were tearing each other’s clothes off as quick as possible. Aggressive and sloppy kisses were planted on my lips as he laid me down in the back of his car.

“Matt…” I moan softly…

Thanks for reading guys. I changed my mind on this fanfiction too many times. I’m gonna split it up so it’s not crazy long.

[opalcicle]

If They Call Me a Slut, You Know it Might be Worth it for Once

Ch. 10 Car Fries

Left you sleeping, borrowed some clothes. 😘

I send Bizly the text and a selfie in one of his big t-shirts from the back of the Uber.

It was late afternoon by the time finally I made it out of Biz's place. I'd made myself up some leftover pasta, washed the dishes, and found something to wear. He was still sleeping, butt-naked and sprawled out in his bed when I figured it was time to go.

I start a warm bath and a coffee when I make it back to my apartment. Humming as I prepare for a relaxing day and letting my good mood carry me through the self care. My legs are stiff, and my whole body aches like a bitch, but damn do I feel great. The water in the tub soothes my muscles nicely.

It's late in the day when I finally have the wherewithal to check any messages.

Grizzly

Dude you sooooo owe me a drink next time we're all out. jk. Unless? ????

No but for real we should catch up soon sounds like you've got a lot going on.

me:

Next weekend man, I drank so much last night.

Jaiden

Saw you on the dance floor. Didn't know you knew Tina. 👀

me:

Met her last weekend at Schlatt's. 😊

Hey do you know if she's into girls or like, just having some fun?

Charlie

Still up?

My heart skips a beat seeing his name. I respond without thinking.

me:

Yeah!

Wait I mean no, it's tomorrow now.

But I'm up, what's up?

There's a missed call from him as well, and a voicemail waiting. At the time I recieved it I would have been in Bizly's garage. I hold my breath for a long second, attempting to stave off the guilt creeping through my chest. Then I listen.

"Hey!" He sounds excited, "Hey, hi. I tried to find you tonight but I think you left. So like um. Are we okay? I mean, it seems like we're not, but also I miss talking to you. Dude, I ate a whole thing of fries in the car by myself and man it was weird as hell. Also I'm sorry I said I love you. I know that's like a crazy thing to do. But also, I do love you. You're for real the coolest person ever. We don't have to be together, or like anything at all. But you're my best friend, my ride or died, die? But died rhymes that sounds better. I think we should hang out. Maybe not tomorrow I drank a lot. But yeah I love you, full homo, get fucked about it, peace out, get friend zoned loser. Okay bye. Oh fuck how do I end the-" BZZZ.

Tears form in the corners in my eyes as I laugh from my belly in a way I haven't in at least weeks. I have to listen to it again, and then a third time before I can hear it without losing it a little. Holy shit, I was not gonna let him live this down. There's a reply from him when I'm done with the voicemail.

Charlie

Hey what's up?

Oh I texted you first lol.

me:

Dude you were wasted last night. Left me a spicy voicemail.

Charlie:

I WHAT

me:

How hungover are you? Pick me up for fries tomorrow?

Charlie:

Okay???

Still sore, the laughter hurts my stomach and I need to lay down. Without meaning to, I fall asleep in the coziness of my pillows before the sun had even set. I dream of peaceful nonsense and wake in the middle of the night.

There are more messages from the evening before, and I work on replying to them.

Bizly

Lookin good in my shirt

come back soon and I'll take it off for you

me:

Dude my insides need a break. 😅

Grizzly

Yeah man! Bunch of us are doing kareyoke on Friday if you wanna come.

Caryoke? Karaoke? Idk.

me:

Hell yeah, send me the location.

Jaiden

No idea man, good luck!

me:

Thanks lol

I figured I should say something to Tina too, and really mull over whats gonna sound right. Jaiden seeing us together, and asking me about it, really had me wondering what was up with the pretty girl I've been kissing while drunk. If I really am just someone she wants to kiss at parties, she's definately got the right girl for the job. Maybe she's just nervous for more? Maybe she likes to move a little slower? I settled on something short and simple:

Thanks for inviting me out, had a great time last night. I'd love to see you again soon.

Last night? Was it really just last night?

Since I'm talking to Charlie again I better send him the first edits for the photoshoot we did. Email sent. Okay cool.

Now what? I pace my living room, try to find something to watch, scroll TikTok from various uncomfortable positions on the couch.

Tina, Charlie, and Bizly. Somehow in one night I had gone from no prospects to three suitors. I giggle to myself, suitors was a strange way to put it. Maybe it's all a little too much. Too much making out, too much sex, and way too much in the feelings department.

I let out a heavy sigh as I try to distract myself with various apps. Maybe I need a vacation. Why not? I sit up, excited by the idea. I can edit from my laptop, take a break from streaming. Ah shit streaming, maybe I'd already taken a long enough break. No. No! I deserve a Holliday. Suddenly I'm browsing travel sites, checking flights, looking for sunny beaches and all-you-can eat buffets. What if I find like, an adventure package?

It's the wee hours of the night and I've eaten, gotten ready for bed again, and settled under the covers all while planning out the details for a next-month solo getaway. By the time reservations are made and flights are booked, my heavy eyes sink closed. Before I fall asleep, one fleeting thought, does this count running away?

In the late morning, confirmation emails remind me of my new plans, and the thought of running is long gone. A message from Charlie sits in my notifications while I start my day. I update my discord, "Streaming tonight, 7pm, dunno what we're playing yet," and close the app before replies flood in. Then I check the message.

Charlie

Hey lmk when you're ready

me:

Dude how do you wake up so early?

But yeah, ready anytime.

I feel nerves build as I wait for him to arrive. The new hickies down my neck are a bright red and I debate trying to hide them, but I don't want to lie. I still haven't promised anything to anyone, but hurting Charlie is easily one of the things I've started to hate the most. When he pulls up I have to fight the desire to lock myself into my apartment.

Climbing into his car, a million things go though my mind, and in the last second I decide on finding another new nick name, "Hey Char... lie, no wait that's just your name. I'm running out of these."

He smiles at me awkwardly, hand nervously readjusting his hair. "Hey," is all he says.

"Fries?" I turn the music up as we pull away. It's still the playlist I shared with him. Thankfully the songs fill the space so we don't have to, and inspite of everything neither of us can resist singing a good song. "I'm working late, cause I'm a singer. Boy you look so cute, wrapped round my finger," I sing the part of the song we'd long ago decided was my line.

"Your twisted humour, makes me laugh so often, My honey bee, come and get this pollen," he continues before we both join together for the pre-chorus. Inspite of all the ways I like to bug Charlie, I always let him have the melody when we car duet. He loves showing off in song and I could never deny him that. We do our goofy dance moves and add our weird vocal quirks, and by the time we've made it to the drive through were laughing at eachother uncontrollably. Charlie has to stop and calm himself before we pull up to order.

Down the road, music low again, I make an attempt at normal conversation, "You know I've never asked, are you okay being the one whose always driving us around?"

He glances at me, raw emotion on his face. Fear, or maybe closer to worry, is plain in his eyes. We don't usually do deep conversation. Even me asking him how he feels about something I expect, it's definately off course.

"Y-yeah, its our rhythm, we just do it this way," he replies.

"Hmm," I barely respond, lost in my own thought. It's quiet until I speak again, "I don't ask you how you feel about a lot of things,"

It's not a question, and he doesn't answer. But after awhile he sighs, "Soo.... You saw Bizly again,"

This isn't a question either, but I sigh back, hand darting up to my neck. "I did," there's a sadness in my own voice that I don't dare call attention to.

"That's fine," he says it so quiet.

"Is it?" I hear my own voice demanding the question.

"It's-" he pauses for a long time, "let's go somewhere and talk."

Charlie takes us to a parking spot near some old baseball diamonds. They're mostly empty today. We pick at the fries for an unbearably quiet few minutes.

"I, uh- look if you'd rather be with Biz..." He trails off.

"That's not it," I shake my head. "It's like, just sex,"

"I know. I can't do that," he looks out over the diamonds through his windshield.

"No, Charlie I-" I hear myself getting defensive and take a breath, "I'm not trying to choose between anyone, I don't want him more than you,"

"It's fine-"

"No, listen!" I cut him off, anger showing its head again. I close my eyes and take several deep breaths this time. "I want you Charlie, and I like you, a lot. Not just as friends,"

His head turns to me and he looks confused.

"I'm sorry I got so mad at you. I'm sorry I freaked out. I'm sorry I haven't been talking to you." Tears immediately start falling from my face and I feel like an idiot. Charlie deserves an apology, an explanation, even if it means I have to experience my own emotions. "I'm scared, Char. I don't think I can be what you want- that I can handle something serious again. And now it's out there, now I'm having feelings and you're having feelings and we can't put them back where they came from. It scares me,"

"It's okay," he tries to sooth me, but I'm not having it.

"It's not okay. You're sad. I'm sad. Everything's fucked," my words come out softer now, the anger and frustration disappearing with my confession of fear.

"We really don't talk about our feelings," he says, looking back out the front window, "I guess this was going to boil over at some point,"

Coldness creeps over my skin as I anticipate him saying he doesn't want to see me again. Instead he takes my hand. We sit there, and he lets me cry. It's uncomfortable, but it's a start. If we've got all these stored up emotions, they have to come out somehow.

"I've been scared too, I don't want to lose you," he says when my tears slow.

"I'm not going anywhere," then I remember the vacation I booked, "except actually, I've got a trip coming up in about six weeks, and I think like maybe, that also counts a little bit as running away." I look at him and smile, exaggerating my discomfort in a toothy grin.

He laughs. This fucker looks at me and laughs. I start to laugh too, doubling over in his car until I have to catch my breath.

"Oh my god, you're so dramatic," he teases.

"You're the weirdo who likes me," I poke fun right back.

As the scarier feelings subside for us both, he asks, "What now?"

"I think maybe we talk about it more," my face scrunches at the thought, "but like later, because I haven't done this whole communication thing in years, and I missed you, and I want to make you listen to the message you left me,"

"Oh gaawwd," he groans, "I was hoping you forgot about that.

"It's really sweet, and I want to make you blush again," I wink at him before pulling up my voicemail.

As he listens his face and ears get red and I watch him in adoration. There really is no going back now. We've opened the door to something strange and new, and will just have to see where it takes us.

I can't help but laugh as the voicemail ends. "Full homo?" I ask.

"Shut uuuup," he complains, shoving fries in his mouth.

"It's cute. Made me laugh," I take a fry as well. "Charlie, I-" it's hard to say the words. The red in his face is still present, making it so easy to look at him. I lean over the center console and kiss him softly in the cheek. "Me too, full homo,"

The blush creeps up his ears and an easy, goofy smile lights up his face. He turns quickly to look at me and the moment feels so right, so much like us. He kisses me softly, slowly. I kiss him back. The heat starts to build between us and I pull away before it can get any further.

"Third time's the charm?" He says it lightly.

"Hmm?" The kiss transfered his blush to my cheeks. I was bright red as well.

"For a first kiss? Third time's the charm,"

"Yeah, Charlie, third time's the charm." I lean back in the passenger seat with a little grin as he pulls the car out and drives off.

[proudahgase-exol]

He’s cute can you set me up with him Mingi?

Yunho x reader ft Mingi

Summary: On Seonghwa's birthday, you celebrate at a bar, well at the bar you had lost a bet with Jongho and it got you drunk. Despite trying to be discreet, you ask Mingi to set you up with Yunho, who was watching the hole thing.

Today was Seongwa’s birthday. We had all agreed to go to our usual bar, and that’s what we did. All the guys and I met at the club entrance, where we made our way in and found a table for the night. Wooyoung and Mingi had left to get some drinks to start the night. I was catching up with San, and Jongho joined the conversation that soon turned to us trying to see who could get drunk the fastest, and so we bet that whoever gets drunk first will have to pay for everything the winger wants for the next few days. Jungho went to get more drunk so we could start the bet.

 

It was after my 14th shot of vodka that I was pissed drunk, but I kept drinking, then Jungho left, god knows, and I was left sitting next to Wooyoung, who was busy on his phone. Mingi retreated from the bathroom and took Jungho’s spot next to me.

 

I was falling asleep on Wooyoung’s shoulder when I looked up and saw the most handsome man ever looking at me with a small smile on his face. I started blushing and turned to Mingi, who was surprised by my pulling at his arm.

 

“Hey Mingi Do you see the cute guy there? Well, he’s so handsome. Could you be a good friend and help me get a date with him?” I asked, trying not to be loud.

 

“What? Witch guy” Mingi asked, looking around.

 

“The guy who’s looking at us, he’s cute. Get his number for me." I replied, looking at the cute guy’s way, and noticed he was confused.

 

"Omg, he’s so hot. Please, Mingi, get his number before we go." I was treated to whine

 

“Why don’t you ask him yourself? I mean, you told Jungho you were a big girl that could do stuff for herself,” Mingi said, teasing.

 

“But what if he has a girlfriend? Ask him if he does,” I replied.

 

“Fine. Hey, Yunho, do you have a girlfriend? My friend here was wondering." Mingi asked in amusement.

 

“Ah no, but I do have my eye on this really pretty and funny girl." Yunho replied

 

I looked at the cute guy rather than at Mingi, and I broke down crying and tried to hide my face in embarrassment.

 

"Hey, what are you crying for?” Mingi asked

 

“I just humiliated myself in front of a hot guy,” I replied.

 

"Hey, y/n, we should go home. Your way to get drunk, come on lefts.” Yunho said he was worried.

 

“Wait what? No, I came here with my friends, and I’m sleeping over at their place. Mingi, the guy who has a crush, wants to take me  away." I said, clinging onto Mingi’s arm.

 

"No, y/n, it’s me, Yunho. We have been friends since forever now. Let’s go. You need to rest. I’ll let Seonghwa and Hongjoong know we are living.” Yunho said, laughing.

 

As Yunho got up to tell the guys we were leaving, I sat there looking at him than at Mingi still confused but trusted Mingi that the cute guy was our friend, so I waited for him patiently.

 

After Yunho came back, he took me by the arm and helped me get up since I was still drunk. I couldn’t walk right, so he helped me till we got on the Uber and went to the guy's place.

 

When we got there, Yunho placed me in a room and asked if I could change myself, and I said yes, so he gave me some clothes to change and walk out of the room. Once I was done, I called him in, and he helped me get my make-up off and tucked me in, then turned the lights off and walked out.

 

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Yunho Popov (the next day)

 

When I woke up, it was a little early, and all the guys were fast asleep, so I got up from the couch where I slept last night since I gave my room to Y/N and grabbed my phone to order some breakfast.

 

By the time the food was here, half of the guys were awake, so I sent Seonghwa to wake y/n and Jongho up so we could all eat.

 

When Y/N and Jongho got to the kitchen, they were whispering, fighting about not making a bet about drinking ever again. We all watched in amusement as they sat down.

 

Y/N sat down next to Hongjoong and placed her head against Hongjoong’s shoulder. Y/n asked for painkillers, so Mingi gave her some, then I placed her food in front of her.

 

After we all ate, some left for their room and some went to the living room. I pulled her to the side before she left for the living room and asked me to talk to her in my bedroom.

 

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"Hey, do you remember anything from last night?” I asked nervously.

 

"Well, I remember losing a bet than getting shitfaced drunk, but right after that everything went black,” she replied.

 

“Oh well, you were talking about this cute guy to Mingi; you even cried when “he” said he had his eyes on some,” I said with a nervous laugh.

 

 

“Why did you do mean by “he” ” She asked

 

“um, well, “he” is actually me… you asked Mingi asked me if I had a girlfriend, to which I said no, and said I had a crush. “ I was about to finish, but she cut me off.

 

“I asked Mingi to what?? Ooh no, Yunho I’m so sorry. I never thought I could get like that fuck,” she said, walking back and forth.

 

“What’s wrong?” I asked Worid.

 

"Well, I told Mingi about my crush, and I guess drunken me was trying to act on my feelings. Look, Yunho, I do like you, but I understand that you don't. I mean, you already like someone else,” she said, trying to walk away.

 

"Wait, I’m not finished." I grabbed her hand before she walked away. “I was going to say no, I don’t have a girlfriend, but I do like some, some who’s always there for me, some who are really good at almost everything, some who understand me and have the same interests as me, and that person is you every since you became friends with the guys, and I've liked you.” I replied nervously.

 

"Really, you're not joking, right?” She asked, looking me in the eyes.

 

“I could never... So, um, would you like to go on a date with me tomorrow at seven?” I asked

 

"Yes, omg, I would love to,” she said, blushing.

 

"God, finally, you guys took forever. I was about to hit you both. Now that you guys are a thing, will you stop asking me about one another? Because it’s getting old,  guys." We heard Mingi from the other side of the door.

 

“Since when have you been standing there?” I asked

 

“Long enough to say that you guys are stupid. Now kiss or do whatever a couple does." Mingi really, and we heard him walking away.

 

"Well, that was something. I guess we’ll have to have days with Mingi Third Wheeling." y/n asked, laughing

 

“I mean, we come in a package deal; you get two for the price of one,” I said, laughing along.

 

After that, we sat down on my bed, talking more about what happened last night and about how much we told Mingi about our crushes on each other.

It felt good to not have my crush on you hidden anymore. Now I can do all the things I always wanted to do for her. I will have to thank Mingi, also for encouraging me to ask her out but, that’s for another day.

The other version I had written (it's long gone 🥲) was better I don't like the ending much of this one but I had it finished for a few days now (and it ended to be posted) so I just need to fix some errors but I hope you guys like it 😅

[coleskingdom]

Neglected

Adam Cole x F Reader

NSFW Minors DNI

@midwestmade29

After all of Wardlow’s failures in helping undisputed keep their gold and get Adam his. He assigned him as my body guard when I went out with my friends. Tonight it just so happened that I ended up in the same place as Jay and Bullet Club Gold. I saw them before they saw me, and I went to find Wardlow who at this point was drunk with three women wrapped around him.

I texted Adam

Me:

I’ll be home soon I’m coming in an Uber.

Cole:

I’m already here Beautiful. Come out the side door, I’m waiting by the car.

I followed his instructions, there he was standing in the rain. He looked like he belonged in a movie as the rain fell but his eyes never left me and his smile melted me. He kissed me his lips cold and wet from the rain but his mouth was warm. “How did you know and how long have you been here?” Asking as he opened the door to the passenger side. “Get in and I’ll tell you.” I got in the car completely soaked from the downpour. Adam got in and drove us away. “ I got a phone call, that said that BCG was on their way to the club.. I called Wardlow and he didn’t answer so I came and waited till you texted.” glancing over at me. “ I should have never sent him with you. I sent a bottle over to Jay and asked him to fuck with Wardlow a little bit. So that he thinks you’ve been lost, and when he calls me I’ll handle him once and for all. “ his hand resting on my leg as he drove.

“ I’m absolutely soaked, I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet in my life” as I reached to adjust the temperature in the car. “Well….” Adam’s voice mischievous I clasped my hands over my mouth. “ I walked..” the phone started ringing in the car . Adam held up his finger and I saw it was Wardlow calling .

“Yes” Adam’s tone irritated and hard.

“Boss, I lost her, well I should say she lost me. She’s a sneaky one, one minute she’s dancing with her friends and then she’s gone.” his slurred voice anxious.

“Wardlow what are you trying to say she’s done?” his hand rubbing my leg but his tone ice cold.

“ I searched the whole club, her tab was paid by Jay. I found Jay and he said he hadn’t seen her, which is a lie boss , he paid her tab. He then said get this he said he saw her look around before sneaking out the side door of the club. They seem to think she left with Adam. Boss I think your girl has a side piece.”

“Wardlow , just when I think you can’t be any more of a disappointment, you prove me wrong. You’ve got to be the dumbest son of a bitch I’ve ever met. You actually went to Jay for help and expected the truth. Wardlow what is my name.”

“Adam” Wardlow’s voice irritated.

“You’re a maniacal son of a bitch , you know that. Wardlow I’m with Adam. Playing with my relationship when you couldn’t even think for a second I was with Adam Cole not Page you dumb fuck…..” Adam hung up as I yelled into speaker.

Adam started laughing “ Calm Down baby. I’m more concerned about you saying you’ve never been this soaked or wet before. Clearly my perfectly trained tongue hasn’t been paying enough attention to you.” I choked on his words, I blushed as my mind wandered.

“That’s not what I meant.” As he pulled into the driveway. “ I know these last few months have been difficult and I want to take care of you. I haven’t appreciated everything you are and that you’ve done. I’ve neglected you.” his voice warm. “So we are gonna get out of the car, out of these wet clothes, you’re going to warm up in the shower, and then I’ll join you.” his smile reaching his eyes for the first time in months.

I followed him in to the house, his hand holding mine. Inside I went to the bedroom and he went straight to the bathroom, I heard the shower. I stripped the wet clothes off and left them in a laundry basket, as he came out of the bathroom. His eyes appraising me and his smile turned into a smirk. “Don’t be too long” he kissed me on the nose. The warmth of the water felt so good but my mind turned to Adam. I felt a cool rush of air as he stepped in the shower behind me “I couldn’t wait any longer” his lips on my neck as his hands rubbed my lower back, I moaned as his hands rubbed out a knot. My body already putty in his hands. I turned around dragging him under the water with me and kissed him. The kiss that started off soft became needy and desperate. Adam takes control of the kiss, deepening it, dominating me. “Baby, I’m gonna need us to get out of this shower.” his hand fumbling for the handle . He reaches out the door to grab two towels, he wraps me in the towel as he drapes his low on his hips.

He walks me back towards the bed he moves forward catching my lips in a heated, wet, ravenous kiss. His mouth ate at mine, his tongue stroking deep and fast. I was just as greedy for him, my hand sliding into his hair, holding him by the roots while I frantically tasted him. He cupped my breast in his hand, plumping it, his thumb and forefinger surrounding my aching nipple and tugging rhythmically.

I moaned, turned on and needy. It was unnerving how he could strip away my skin to get into the very heart of me, how his complete command of my body made me willing to do or say anything for the pleasure he could give.

He took his time laying me down as his lips moved down my body. His hands squeezing my heavy breasts, the tips swollen and tender from the long minutes he'd spent drawing on them with slow, measured pulls of his mouth. His silky hair brushed over my skin of my stomach before his hands pinned my hips to the bed.

His head lowered, his tongue tracing the swollen folds. He circled my clit, then rimmed the trembling opening below. My legs spread wide, giving him limitless access. He devoured me, so hungry and greedy. I couldn't breathe for the pleasure. The frenzied licking, sucking and blowing. His tongue plunged inside working me over. He cupped my butt and lifted me, angling me into his working mouth. His tongue fucked me swiftly, the shallow plunges into my trembling sex driving me hard toward orgasm. His growl vibrated against my clit, his pleasure feeding my own.I clutched at his hair, moaning, digging my heels into the mattress to rock against his lips.

"Don't stop," I sobbed, so close, my entire body tingling. “You’re doing so well for me, but don’t come for me yet. I’m going to countdown to one and then give me everything.” his blue eyes darkened with lust. “ Adam I can’t it’s to much it feels to good”my voice barely recognizable . “You’re my good girl aren’t you “ his voice thick and commanding, I’ve got you don’t think just feel.” I nodded my head.

The sight of his dark head between my thighs, the rapid-fire flickering of his tongue, the beauty of his biceps hardened from supporting my weight...unbearably erotic.

He was gorgeous. Everything I'd ever wanted. And the fierce need that etched his face warned that his demands would take me to the edge before he was through with me. “Five” I felt my body tensing, from my toes up my body “Adam, please” he slows his movements edging off just a little bit. “Four” the pressure in my belly, builds focusing on my breathing. His velvety strokes over my clit had me gasping, the need for an orgasm so fierce I was drenched, my legs vibrating from the strain. “Three” his fingers moving faster as he blew lightly on my clit. "Two,Those noises you make," he gasped. “God...they make me so hard." His tongue back on my clit as my body clenches around his fingers as they make the come hither motion against that spot “ One” I came against his mouth my body watching off the bed. He eased off working me through the most intense orgasm of my life. “That’s my good girl, so perfect, so mine.” kissing the inside of my thigh.

He took my mouth, kissing me deeply, his tongue rubbing along mine. He reached between us with one hand, fisting himself and stroking the wide crest through my slickness. I gasped and his eyes darkened, his cheeks flushing as he notched into the grasping opening to my sex.

"Adam," I growled in warning needing him inside me.

He thrust hard, sinking deep in one thrust, as the pleasure pulsed through me, my core tightening on the powerfully thick cock inside me.

"Fuck, yeah," he groaned, grabbing fistfuls of the sheets and pumping that long, rigid column of flesh into my quaking body. The climax began to bloom again, spurred by the rhythmic blows of his pelvis into my clit...the feel of his erection plunging relentlessly.

I writhed, helpless, lost to him.

"That's it, baby." Adam’s lips were at my ear, his breath hot and quick. My nails were grasping at his back, feeling the muscles flex as his body worked to service mine. His buttocks tensed and released beneath my calves, his thighs bunching and powering the drives of his hips. His teeth sank into my earlobe and he groaned. He drove the point home with every plunge, fucking me so thoroughly I couldn't think beyond the need to come again. "Stop thinking and feel, baby," he murmured, nibbling on the corner of my mouth. "Let me make you feel good. That's all I want. To make you feel good." I felt the pressure build, bringing him with me milking him feeling him twitch inside me, he circled his hips one more time, I shattered around him. He thrust more times then released deep inside me.

He brushes the tendrils of my hair from face, as he places soft kisses against my face. My body so thoroughly sated, as his weight pushed me further into the mattress. He rolled off of me, and pulled me into his chest his fingers playing lazily in my hair. “ I’ve been cleared, and I’m going to handle Wardlow once and for all and just so you know I never would’ve believed him. I know what we have.” his arms moving protectively around me as I fall into a deep sleep.

[mynonclicheblog]

After seeing the first 5 minutes, it's VERY clear that both Ben & Devi's actions post-boink are very much (virtually 100%) being driven by fear and insecurity. They both feel awkward that it wasn't some epic fairytale First Time (because that happens sooooo often to teenagers in the real world, right?) and they're overthinking each others' behavior to the point that it's clouding their judgement.

I'd like to talk about them both, but I'm going to focus mainly on Ben since he appears to be our little troublemaker this season (compare w/ Devi's season 2) - and also, I think I have a better idea where his emotional/romantic development arc is going this season. To start off:

I'm sorry to the dxtons who tried to relay this scene in the most disparaging and anti-ben way possible, but this is the face of a boy who WANTS to talk. A boy who was surprised and excited when Devi turned towards him because he really really likes her and it seems like she's actually initiating communication- for real this time! All he's ever wanted was for them to talk candidly about their feelings!

...But then, like a teenage dum-dum (who is still nursing the wounds from two years ago), he hits the panic button. I, uh- I should probably hit the hay.

This swallows up the crumb of hope Devi was clinging to that maybe, just maybe, the whole thing wasn't as bad as she'd thought - and as we see in her following scene with Elfab, sure enough, she has been drowning in fear that she didn't measure up.

Girl... no he wasn't 😂 you were embarrassed for you, and Ben was embarrassed for Ben! [John McEnroe voice] That's how this works!

But it's just a great example of my very first point: that all of their thoughts, actions, and perceptions are based in insecurity right now. Fortunately for Devi, she has two supportive besties who know both her and Ben, who are here to talk and help her work through what to do next.

But as Ben tells Dwight Howard... he doesn't have any friends. So he resorts to a complete stranger.

I want to quickly point out the parallels between Ben & Devi's dialogue here (Devi in the last section and Ben in this one). They are both thinking about themselves. They're worried/making the assumption that the other person thought they... ehm... performed badly, and now they are confiding in other people rather than clearing it up with each other (because they're idiots [affectionate]).

Devi makes a great first step by inviting Ben out for coffee, and can I just say how PROUD I AM OF HER? Like, yes, love! Open up that avenue of communication! Talk it out! There's nothing to be afraid of!

But across the valley, Ben tells Dwight Howard that after having sex, Devi "didn't say anything, she just got up and sprinted out"... but that's not really what happened, is it? Ben fumbled the ball when he offered to call her an Uber, and Devi took that as her cue to leave. We (and Dwight) are listening to Ben's inaccurate retelling of events, skewed by the post-boink anxiety he's been stewing in. This boy who was once delighted that Devi turned over in bed to talk, has since repressed the mortifying moment that followed wherein he blew her off. Now all he remembers is her darting out the door.

In accordance with spoilers, it looks like Devi's Starbucks text comes through while Ben is still talking with Mr. Howard - and since Ben provided him with a misleading picture of how things went down, Dwight is going to tell him that Devi doesn't really love him. That she's just going to hurt him again. That he deserves someone who brings out the good in him. (All of this coming from a man who doesn't know Ben, has never even met Devi, and has no insight whatsoever into the relationship he's advising.)

Unfortunately for Devi (& us), this is Ben's biggest fear, so he listens. He takes the easy road yet again and pursues the less scary option... but she's still not Devi.

I truly believe that in the first few episodes when Ben talks to Devi, he is doing nothing more than basically parroting what others have told him. Why? Because those words will justify his urge to continue retreating to safety; they will enable him to avoid confronting his biggest emotional truth, something he's been running from for two years. As much as he obviously, clearly WANTS to give into his feelings for Devi, he's still afraid. And even though she's the one who hurt him, he still thinks she is incredible (which she is!!!), and that he couldn't possibly live up to what she deserves. There's so much to unpack here and I think this is a great way to make the events of season 2 a relevant topic again without being contrived.

Similar to Devi in seasons 2 & 3, I think Ben's arc is going to be about gaining the self-worth to stand on his own rather than passively agreeing to what others think he should do (i.e. Dwight and Margot).

The back half of the season will be Ben not only overcoming his greatest fear by talking with Devi and learning how deeply and genuinely she wants him this time around, but in doing so, he's going to become more confident in his relationship with her and learn to make his own decisions regarding it. He will learn that he can trust his own instincts again, no longer paralyzed by heartbreak or feelings of inferiority. He can trust Devi with his heart now. She's all in.

[lucy90712]

Angst! Pedri breaks up with Reader and they haven’t seen each other in months until he sees her and realizes she’s the one :)

wc: 2500+

After a horrific few months where I was just so sad after a break up the last few weeks I have finally got back to my somewhat normal self and been enjoying life again. As I've been in a relationship for the last two years I never got to fully enjoy living in Barcelona and going out with friends so that's what I've been doing and it's been fun. Going out to clubs really wasn't my thing before the break up but since I've tried to push myself out of my comfort zone and live my life a bit more so I have been a few times since. I've definitely enjoyed being out with my friends and seeing them have fun but I hate having guys come over and try to flirt with me because they are always drunk and I just don't want to be talking to any guys at the moment. 

Tonight my friends want to go out and I agreed to go with them but for some reason I'm just not looking forward to it. Something deep inside of me is telling me not to go but I don't see any real reason not to so I'm going to ignore the stupid feeling and enjoy myself. To help get over the bad feeling I have decided to get dressed up extra nice for tonight so I put on my favourite dress and did my makeup and hair all glam. Looking in the mirror after I was finally ready I felt good about myself for once I didn't have any negative thoughts in my head which stem from social media comments. Now that my relationship is over and I don't have people criticising everything about my appearance I feel like I've got a new found confidence which I really like as I've never had a huge amount of self confidence but now I'm building that. 

After some final touches to my makeup and outfit I was ready to go so called an Uber to take me to the club we had agreed to go to because I want to drink so don't want to leave my car overnight. The Uber luckily was quick and so I met my friends outside and we all went into the club together as we always stick together when we go out just to be safe. Like always the club was loud and dark but I've grown to like the atmosphere a bit as sometimes you can hide away and go unnoticed for most of the night which can be quite nice. As we walked in my friends saw some people they knew so I was dragged with them to go and say hi but along the way I thought I saw someone familiar too but I tried to forget about it. 

It took all of 5 minutes for me to realise why my gut was telling me not to come out. The realisation hit when I saw Gavi my ex Pedri's best friend who would definitely not be here without Pedri. I tried to tell myself that it was just someone who looked like Gavi but when he was stood just a few feet away from me at the bar and we caught each other's eyes I couldn't deny it anymore. Panic started to flow through me as I haven't seen Pedri at all since the night we broke up which is pretty hard when his face is plastered all over the city but now we may come face to face. 

The whole break up was really hard on me as Pedri and I had been together for two years and got together not long after he moved to Barcelona so we went through a lot together. He was the one that was there for me in some of the hardest moments of my life and I was there to support him through his early days at Barcelona. In the end he broke things off to focus on football just as the latest season was starting and as much as I have been trying to avoid it I've heard that things have been going well for the team and Pedri. Not only did the sudden break up hurt but knowing that Pedri really is doing better without me feels like a knife in my chest as I can't help but feel that I was holding him back all that time without meaning to. All of that makes the thought of seeing him make me feel sick but I agreed to come out and put a lot of effort into my appearance so I feel like I need to stay and enjoy myself.

Pedri's POV

Going out wasn't my idea but everyone was going so I felt the need to go with them even though for some reason my gut was telling me not to. When we got here everyone sat down and talked for a few minutes before sending Gavi off to go and get drinks as he missed his chance to get himself out of it. After he'd been gone for over 5 minutes I started to get worried that something had happened and when he came back that feeling didn't change because he was giving me a look which I knew meant something was wrong. Instead of just telling me what was up he dragged me off to a more quiet corner of the club and then just stared at me which didn't at all help the anxiety I was already feeling. 

"What's going on?" I asked 

"Umm well y/n is here I saw her while getting drinks and it was definitely her because I looked her right in the eyes" he explained 

"Was she with anyone?" I asked 

"Only her friends I didn't see any guy with them" he said 

"If you want to leave I'll come up with some sort of excuse to tell the others" he offered 

"No it's ok I was always going to have to see her one day" I said 

As much as I said I was going to stay I don't really want to because I don't know if I can deal with seeing her again even if the break up was completely my decision. It was such a stupid decision breaking up with y/n because it was supposed to be for me to focus on football and sure I've been playing well but I haven't been truly happy since. No win and no goal really mean anything anymore because y/n isn't there to celebrate with me like she always was before. It's hard to get motivated every morning when she's not there when I wake up and won't be there when I come back either. My life just hasn't been the same without y/n but I was the one that broke up with her for a completely selfish reason so I don't think she'd even want to talk to me again which I completely understand because if someone did that to me I wouldn't want to talk to them either. 

After taking a minute to think I went back to the table with everyone else and tried to enjoy myself but I really ended up just sat there. While sat down I happened to see y/n from across the room and once I did I couldn't take my eyes off her. She looked so beautiful her hair and makeup were done and she had on her favourite dress which I used to love as it gave her more confidence. She was smiling and laughing with her friends and just seeing her smiling again broke my heart because I used to love seeing her smile it always made my day and being the one to make her smile was even better but I'll never be able to do that again as I made a stupid decision. 

The more I stared at her the more I realised just how dumb I was to break up with her. I had the perfect girl and I stupidly let her go because I thought I would be better off without her when in fact it's the exact opposite. When we were together I knew I loved her but now that we are apart I realise just how much I loved and still love her. Over the course of our relationship I never thought too much about the future because everything with football is always about the present  so I never thought much beyond that but now it's all I can think about. Now that it's too late I realise that I wanted a future with y/n I wanted us to get married, have kids and grow old together bit now she's clearly moved on and will want those things with other people. 

"You're staring man" Gavi said taking me out of my thoughts 

"She was the one and I let her go" I said 

"If you really think she's the one then you should go and talk to her and try to win her back because the longer you leave it the more likely she is to move on" he encouraged 

"I'm going to do it but if it goes wrong I'm blaming you" I said 

Your POV 

All night I've been glancing over at Pedri as I can see him from across the club and I don't even know why it's like I'm still drawn to him. He looks as handsome as ever with his shirt unbuttoned at the top showing off his chest and his beard that I always loved growing in. I so desperately wanted to be sat with him and for him to have his arm around my waist again like he would always do when we were in public together but he broke up with me for a reason and I can't have him back. Only once we were apart did I realise how much he meant to me and now seeing him again it's bringing back all of those thoughts I've worked hard to block out. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him and I still can't imagine being with anyone else but at some point I'll have to move on or else I'll be alone forever. 

When my friends noticed me staring at Pedri they made me face the other way and gave me another drink to help distract me although it didn't really work. I tried my best to not think about Pedri but he kept crossing my mind even when my friend were pointing out other guys in the club I found myself comparing them to Pedri. Eventually I decided that in advance to move on and so I started paying more attention to the conversation and actually talking to my friends. Just as I was starting to enjoy myself again I felt and hand on my shoulder which without looking I knew would belong to a guy wanting my attention which usually I would ignore but tonight I need a distraction so I turned around. As I turned around I saw Pedri stood behind me and I nearly fainted but somehow I managed to hold it together and smile at him. 

"Hey" I managed to say 

"Hey I get if you don't want to talk to me but can I get you a drink for us to catch up over?" He asked 

"I wouldn't mind that" I replied 

He gently took hold of my wrist and brought me to the bar with him where he ordered my favourite drink and paid for it before taking me to a table for just the two of us. Once we sat down neither of us talked for a few moments before he asked me how I have been. To begin with things were kind of awkward as we haven't spoken in a few months but as the conversation continued we both got more comfortable and started get back to how we used to be. He talked about the team and how they have been playing really well and I told him about my recent promotion at work which I was working toward when we were still together. We talked about most things but avoided the topic of relationships but from what he was saying I got the impression that he wasn't seeing anyone else which made me happy as it meant there was still a chance for us to get back together. 

"I'm going to be honest with you y/n I really regret breaking up with you life just hasn't been the same since I haven't been anywhere near as happy as I was with you" Pedri admitted 

"I've missed you a lot too it's been hard hearing your name and all the things you've achieved without being able to celebrate them with you" I said 

"Then what are we doing I realise now that you are the one for me and I don't want to be with anyone else so if you are willing to would you want to give this another go?" He asked 

"You're the one I want to be with too and I want to get back together but I want to go slowly and build the relationship again so we don't have any problem" I said 

"Of course we can do whatever you want I just want you back" he said 

"You've got me back but don't ever let me go again I don't think I'll survive breaking up with you again" I joked 

"I'll never let you go ever again" he said 

Just like I was wishing for earlier he slid his arm around my waist and I rested my head on his shoulder just enjoying being back in his arms. We probably looked like weirdos to anyone else in the club but I was more than content just being with Pedri now that he’s mine again. We sat together for a little while before he took me over to his friends who were all glad to see us back together especially Gavi who didn’t hesitate to tell me all the things Pedri has been saying while we were broken up which had Pedri blushing but I loved to hear it. 

Eventually I was ready to go home so went to get and Uber but Pedri didn’t let me instead he said goodbye to his friends and we went to his car so he could drive me home. The entire way Pedri had his hand on my leg rubbing gently circles on my knee like he always used to which had both of us smiling from ear to ear. Once back at my place he walked me to my door and put both of his hands on my waist to pull me closer to him. I looked into his eyes for a few moments before we both began to lean in and finally our lips met in a kiss that was just like our first full of love and passion. He gave me one last kiss before leaving me in my apartment thinking about his a bad night turned into the best because I got my everything back. 

[pennedbyeve]

I DO NOT OWN THE RIGHTS TO THESE PICTURES.

Note:

Hi you guys. I’ve been toying with this idea for a while, but I did not want to publish it for no apparent reason. But after talking to Zee I ripped the bandaid off and here we are. Johnny is my baby and as I write this, Amira has become my other baby. The reason why I named this sunflower is simple - sunflowers are my favorite flower, and the two of them both go through tremendous growth. Though initially they will frustrate you, but that’s what makes a story good in my opinion.

Also friends to lovers is my favorite trope so writing this makes your girl happy without further ado, I hope you all like this.

One

Johnny

CHANGE WAS NEVER A GOOD THING. Well at least to him it wasn’t. He had a steady routine and was not trying to deviate from the normalcy of this thing called life.  He was a creature of habit for sure, today was not an expectation to that. He had stopped by the local coffee shop, near his apartment and he was getting ready for work. The same old mundane 9-5, he hated but it put the food on the table, at least that was a good thing, right? 

The bustling Chicago commute was never something he was ever used to, even though he had been here his whole life, sitting in the uber drinking his lukewarm coffee he was now ready for yet another, Monday morning.  The hustle and bustle never stopped once it was time for him to get out as he clutched onto his coffee mug, he headed into the office buildings, and it was going to be another day of work. 

For the last three years he had been working as an accountant to a local business, he could recall his excitement when he told his mom when he first got hired, but now that the flashness and everything had died down, it felt like everything was on a constant cycle, though he was acclimated to it and adjusted, if he had to pivot, he could.  

Now that he was in his mid-twenties now and he was ready to settle down, he knew that marriage was one thing he had always wanted and desired, but his contenders were not his match, the ones his mom would attempt to set him up with just felt like a mismatch puzzle piece, and he never wanted to force anything.  

He had his own expectations on his own personal wants and desires, but he knew that there was someone out there for him, or at least that’s what he prayed for.  Of course, the doubts and his own insecurites would tell him otherwise, but he had a good solid group of friends – that reminded him that he was indeed worthy of love.  

He saw how his parents operated in their marriage and he knew that one day he wanted that for himself. 

After being at work – he was beyond ready to go, the evening commute was quieter than the morning, and the breeze was something he often looked forward to.

He found himself in the elevator ready to his floor, when he stepped in the scent of vanilla engulfed his nose, as he looked up at there she was – someone he had not seen in over a decade, the emotions that he thought he had moved on from were circulating his brain.

Amira Desiree Bulter, his first best friend from when they first met when they were five, from pinky promises to prom, they did everything together they both had went through ups and downs in their lives and then one summer everything changed. 

He decided to stay in Chicago for college, she went to Atlanta, she had promised they would keep in contact with each other, but that was nothing less than the truth.

The elevator felt like it took forever to reach his floor, he slid past her, being that he was much taller than her it was easier to get off the floor.

Then he saw her step off the elevator along with him and his mind started to go over a mile a minute.

He remembered that Omar, his landlord mention the day prior that someone was moving in, but he did not care to even ask who the person was.

When he made it to his apartment he dug into his pocket, he patted around for his key as he retrieved it out his pocket, he watched as she went across the street to her own apartment, now he wondered how things will play out hopefully, they would just see each other every blue moon and not too often.

“Johnny?”

Her voice was just as he remembered, extremely soft and melodic.  He could tell she was hesitant.

  He turned around to look at her – the last time they saw each other she was a few inches shorter, and her face still had some baby fat.

He couldn’t even form the words to speak to her, and he knew that was going to eat him alive all night.

Amira

SEEING JOHNNY BROUGHT BACK ALL THE FEELINGS. She thought she was over the thoughts she had but they were still fresh in her brain even years later. Leaving Chicago, she made a vow to never come back.   

Atlanta was nice, but she knew she that this was not her forever home, when she got into school her sole focus was bettering herself, but in the back of her mind she could not escape the thoughts of Johnny that circulated in her mind. When she saw him in the elevator the thoughts of seeing him again were never in the cards, so she could not believe her eyes when she saw him.

She knew he had questions, but this was not the time for any of that just yet, now that she noticed they were neighbors there was no escaping him, she prayed that they worked opposite hours because if not it would be so awkward.

As she moved the last box into her house, she was ready for the new beginnings, but the fact that she saw Johnny again, made her question everything to begin with, she put her box braids up into her bonnet, she wanted the night to be over, but her mind kept racing about the what ifs and the endless possibilities, as she laid on the bed, she knew that this was her new reality, and she was ready to face the things that life threw in her way.

[canmom]

L’Aventure de Canmom à Annecy - Dimanche/Lundi

Bonsoir mes amis!

I am in Annecy, the unreasonably picturesque home of the Annecy International Animated Film Festival! I have discovered that the Annecy International Animated Film Festival involves a lot more standing in long queues in the hot sun than I expected! Nevertheless, I’m here and making the best of it.

So.

dimanche - le voyage à annecy

First of all, Sunday! I set off at 3am on Sunday morning, taking a bus, followed by two tubes, followed by another bus to the airport. The last bus was late. I met a couple of nice PhD students on their way to the same airport, and they were gonna get all of us an uber, but then the bus showed up after all.

At the airport, security threw away my 200ml bottle of sunblock. Can never be too careful I guess >< Inevitably, Richard Dawkins and his little pot of honey leapt unbidden into my brain. I promise I did not call anyone a “dundridge”.

The flight itself was uneventful! I was behind three other Annecy-goers, a very sweet gay couple and their friend... we hit it off pretty well but they were on a later bus and I haven’t seen them since I got here ^^’ Once I landed in Geneva I was racing across the city to try to get to the Annecy bus in time (I left myself an hour, which turned out to be way too little time to get through customs, out the airport, onto the train etc.) Trains in Switzerland are nuts, some of them are split across multiple levels and even the ones that aren’t have like, steep steps to get aboard.

Like “fuck you if you’re in a wheelchair” I guess.

Luckily the bus to Annecy was late! So by midday on Sunday I was in Annecy!

I ran into a group of Swiss animation students who were happy to let me tag along for a while. They just finished their graduation films and they were terribly excited about Spider-Verse. They ended up arranging to meet a couple of animators at Cartoon Saloon so I ended up witnessing some honest to god Networking. The imposter syndrome kicked in about when they were showing the cartoon saloon animators clips from their demo reels. I didn’t even have business cards. Apparently that’s a thing people bring???

pictured: swiss animation students approaching Lake Annecy.

Anyway my legs got really tired from standing up and no sleep. I bought myself an expensive crêpe and sat down on the floor to eat it. No films were due to start for hours.

I went down to a comic book shop in Bonlieu. French comic book shops are fucking insane. All the books are enormous glossy hardbacks that cost like 50+ euros. I could totally walk away with the complete works of Moebius or Enki Bilal if things like ‘money’ and ‘getting through the airport’ and ‘not reading French’ weren’t factors. But equally there’s so much stuff that I’ve just plain never heard of. I could spend a month in this one shop easy.

At 3am my hotel checkin opened! Though in French you don’t say ‘check in’, you say j’ai un reservation. By this point I had been awake for more than 24 hours so I decided to go have a nap and eat the falafels I brought with me (very good idea, would recommend having a snack) and wake up for the opening ceremony.

Hotel comments: It’s pretty comfy! Nothing super fancy but I don’t need super fancy. The breakfast is kind of crazy expensive. I had a bit of a scare when it turned out that they hadn’t charged me when I booked the room, and wanted payment now, but thankfully I have a job now so I could take that in stride ^^’

At this point I discovered my plug adapter supports the US, Australia, New Zealand and Japan... but not Europe. Fortunately I had a power bank with me so I could keep my phone alive (its battery is pretty shot) so I resolved to buy a new adapter on Monday.

I woke up shortly before the opening ceremony and quickly concluded that there was no way I was going to be making it down to the opening ceremony and went back to sleep. I slept a really long time. But I think I needed it. Shame to miss the ceremony but odds are I probably wouldn’t have even been able to get in, someone else said she’d queued for two hours.

lundi - les files d'attente 

(lmao is that really the french for ‘queues’? ‘files d’attente’?)

A beautiful morning in Annecy! I walked over to the supermarché and got myself some pasta ingredients and a ‘veggie dog’ (falafels in a baguette) from a French bakery. I learned just how limited my French vocab is. But it’s a little reassuring to find French people who speak about as much English as I speak French. (Have not yet tried to speak Japanese to any French person but it will probably happen.)

Anyway. Films time, at last!

So the way Annecy works is, you get a certain number of reservations per day depending on your ticket type. If you don’t have a reservation you can optimistically show up at the theatre anyway, and whatever seats they have left go to the line. From the website it sounded like you’d have a pretty good chance to get in.

My friends. That is a lie.

To get in to a popular non-reserved screening you have to turn up basically hours in advance. Otherwise you arrive at the back of a queue like this, stand in line for a while, and then someone in a red shirt comes out and tells you you’re too late and you go find something else to do.

I have already become very familiar with this particular stretch of ground outside Cinema Pathé. That said, the queues are a good chance to meet people! So I ended up making a couple of connections, mostly with animation students from various places. It turns out a ‘Grand Public’ ticket is a bit of an odd duck.

As you can see in that picture, a lot of people had umbrellas. This is something I neglected, and had to use my bag instead, like so:

Guess where I got sunburned.

One of those something elses I did was walk into the VR films room. This runs on its own reservation system, with each film having somewhere between 2 and 6 headsets, which get sanitised between viewings. The whole room looks kinda scifi with its cables dangling from the ceiling...

The only VR film available when I arrived was called Black Hole Museum + Body Browser by Su Wen-Chi from Taiwan. This was very demoscene, with a lot of particles flying around under force fields in a black and white space; the second part involved a dancer who’d been photoscanned somehow and was displayed using waves of particles. It was neat, but I can’t say I was hugely moved? The display device was a Quest 2, but I’m not sure if it was running the particle sim on Quest 2 hardware. If it was, I’m impressed.

The other VR films were all but fully booked so I resolved to come back another day.

I tried to get into the anime film The Tunnel to Summer, the Exit of Goodbyes. Predictably, I was too late. However, the next queue over was for a Spanish film called Inspector Sun and the Curse of the Black Widow, and, wanting to see at least one film I hopped onto that queue and found myself inside the cinema in short order.

The auditorium was packed and I got to witness firsthand such Annecy traditions as throwing paper aeroplanes at the screen, shouting ‘Lapin!’ whenever a rabbit appears onscreen, and making a weird popping sound with your mouth while waiting for the film to start (??? it sounded like frogs ig???). The movie itself was greeted with excitement but honestly? It was pretty eh, which is a shame since the idea of a world of bugs is a fun one! The story concerns a bumbling spider detective, his aspiring sidekick spider, and his feud with the leader of a locust underworld, playing out on a seaplane en route to San Francisco. The characters are all very one-note archetypes, and the dialogue felt like it was trying way too hard to be funny quippy movie dialogue... only to land on the painfully obvious. A big shame.

But what’s worse is that I had spent my one daily reservation on Mars Express by Jérémie Périn at 4:30 and I’d completely lost track of time. By the time I walked out of Inspector Sun my phone was almost dead (see above about the adapter) so I popped into a French electronics store and bought a couple of EU adapters and set off to charge my phone. But then on the bus I thought, hold on a minute, when is Mars Express, I have like an hour right---oh fuck. Well fine it’s at Bonlieu right? I can just walk there? ...it’s at Le Mikado Novel? Where the fuck is that? Half an hour away?

...so to make a long story short I got off the bus, walked down the street, my phone died, there was no way I could find my way to Le Mikado in time to get in even with my reservation, so I had to go back to my hotel and waste my precious reservation. And I hear the film was great. Sob.

There are a bunch of other screenings this week but they’re all packed so who knows if I’ll get to see this movie.

Despite this big oof I charged up my phone and headed back to meet up with my friend (hi to my friend!) who was in the queue for Production I.G.’s new film The Concierge. My friend was more than an hour early, so we thought we had a pretty good chance... lol nope. After standing in line for 45 minutes we were informed the cinema is full and had to leave.

It wasn’t a complete waste though. We met up with another friend and had a little picnic of bagels. Unfortunately the bagel I got was not the bagel I thought I was getting (idk what happened) but even so, it was nice to meet two online friends who by bizarre coincidence both turned out to be from Singapore.

To close the night I decided to take one more shot at getting in to see a movie, and went for a late showing of The Sacred Cave, a movie from Cameroon. Which is pretty neat, it’s not every day you see a movie from Cameroon. This one was... well, technically it’s definitely rough, but I don’t wanna be hard on it. The story is a fairy tale: a traditional healer is called in to attempt to save a dying king, and he dispatches his son on a mission to retrieve special medicine alongside the Prince.

On the way the son encounters a weird forest wizard, then a princess of a neighbouring clan who’s been turned into an anthro frog by an evil wizard; as he tries to head back with the medicine, he’s captured by said clan and almost executed, but because of his pure nature he alone can draw the special magic sword, and using this power he helps his captors overcome the evil wizard’s raiding party. But on the way home he gets betrayed by the Prince! A whole lot of betraying unfolds, killing off the old seer, and it turns out that our boy is actually the true son of the King. Despite the whole ‘executing his adoptive father on spurious charges’ thing, it all shakes out; the baddies are driven off, the princess unfrogged, and our very special good boy is rewarded.

It’s animated largely in Flash, and it has the feel of an online Flash video. All the same, I believe this is the first feature-length animated film from Cameroon. Bootstrapping an animation industry capable of putting together a coherent film is a hell of a feat, and must take an enormous degree of passion and dedication to make that happen. (Also not to put too fine a point on it but there are certain historical reasons why France has a much more developed animation industry than the country it had colonised until 1971.) Anyway, although principally made in Cameroon, the credits name a whole bunch of different countries, mostly in West Africa. Probably it would make sense to compare it to Princess Iron Fan or something like that, and I’m excited to see what comes down the line. And it was a very sincere movie, the setting presented with a great deal of love, especially when it came to costumes. I’m glad to have seen it.

Tomorrow morning Im gonna get up very early and take another shot at The Concierge, and try and plan better around the queuing system to try to make the best of it and catch more of the short films. It’s definitely not been the day of back to back films I was expecting, but honestly despite all that I’m having a good time just being in Annecy and the week is yet young...

good god is it expensive here though

[darbuckle21]

Winters coming

Mob! Bucky Barnes X reader

Crime Family: Avengers

The Don: Tony Stark

The Underboss: James Barnes

The Consigliere: Steve Rogers

The Capos: Natasha Romanoff - Clint Barton -Bruce Banner

The Soldiers:  Wanda Maximoff - Vision - Peter Parker - Sam Wilson -

Info: Y/N is used- Cussing- Fem! Reader- mentions of violence

His life all dark and bland until he met you. He was out to eat in a restaurant Tony owned. He was there for "business" along with Steve. That’s when he met you, you were the waitress serving them. You had the brightest smile he has ever seen. How did you end up working here? He wonders watching as you set down the food they ordered. “Last but not least the chicken parm for you! May I refill your drink?” You ask smiling as he nods his head. “Bourbon, and may I get some extra sauce?” He asks flashing you a charming smile. You nod your head grabbing his glass. By the time the meeting ends he is tired and annoyed, but at least you were a small light in his boring evening. He couldn’t stop thinking about you the whole time, and eventually decided he would ask to you out. He stuck behind waiting till you came back over asking if he needed anything else. “Is there anything else I can do? Desert?” You offer smiling as you clear away the left over plates. “Yes actually, as you can see I’m very lonely is there anyway you could keep me company?” He questions messing with the ring on his pinky. “Sure I have a couple tables to clean off first then I’ll be right over” he smiles as you walk away quickly finishing picking up. He watches as people leave and it’s just the two of you. Then you return with a big piece of apple pie and two forks. “All we have left right now so I figured we could share, if you don’t mind?” You explain sitting across from him. He smiles taking a fork stabbing the pie and plopping it into his mouth. “So, what’s your name?” You ask mouth full of pie. “James, but my friends call me Bucky” You then introduce yourself and by the time you finish the pie and wash the plate it is well past sun down. “Thanks for the great ending of the night Bucky” You smiles pulling your Jacket closer to your cold body. “Doll, you sure you don’t want me to call an Uber?” He worries as you shake your head. “I don’t live far, I’ll be fine” he shakes his head not believing you. “It’s freezing cold and it’s the middle of the night, I’m walking you home” you can tell by his tone this is not a question it’s a fact. “Here take my coat, that thin Jacket isn’t gonna keep you warm” he takes off his thick warm coat putting it over your shoulders so you can slide your arms through. “So, why’d you move here?” He asks meeting your surprised eyes. “How’d you know I’m not from here” you ask confused and slightly amused. “It’s the middle of winter and all you brought is a small jacket” he laughs kicking a rock. “Wow you must be some kind of all knowing witch” you tease. “Wait wait wait, guess what number I’m thinking!” You shout making eye contact with him trying not to blink. “Hmmm, let’s see your thinking of the number four” he smiles as he plays along. “Nope, guess your not as cool as I thought” you fake a frown. “Don’t frown doll!” He laughs. “Hmm maybe you can make me smile again?” You fake pout crossing your arms. “Would a piggy back ride make you smile again?” You immediately nod your head. He bends slightly so you can climb on. Once on his back you point down the block towards your apartment. “Forward my loyal knight!” To on lookers it looks like two childish friends walking home, but to him? It’s like he’s dreaming, he’s never been happier than in this moment with you. “It’s the one on the corner” you point out as he slowly lets you down. “And the loyal knight dropped off the princess at her castle where he asked her on a date” he smiles as you giggle. “The princess says yes and gives the knight her number” you play along pulling out your phone and showing him your info. He watches as you then walk into your apartment only leaving once you made it inside safe.

“Bucky this place is so cute!” You giggle as you pet the cats circling your legs. He was determined to keep you out of his business life at all costs, and he is going to do this the old fashioned way. “I figured you’d like it” he laughs as a all white cat continues to try to reach you from its spot on a couch. Only to fall off landing on the hard floor of the cat cafe. “Awh poor kitty” you giggle as you pick up the small kitten. “It says her name is Alpine” Bucky smiles petting the cat. The two of you spent about an hour drinking coffee and letting the small kitten you’ve both come to love. Eventually Bucky gives in and adopts the cat. You could not be happier with his decision. After a couple months of dating you guys made it official. Your favorite moments were spent together with the kitten watching movies. Sometimes he would even come to your apartment after work and let you comfort his stress levels with a massage. Bucky’s life was going great till he began to notice familiar faces around your apartment and at your job. He always wrote it off as his paranoia until he saw him talking to you. Zemo stood outside your job sharing a cigarette with you as he laughed at something you had said. All Bucky saw was red, but he practiced self restraint by not killing Zemo on sight. Instead he waited till Zemo stopped at the gas station that night and left him a little "gift".

[lilykong]

Things I want to remember about Lori

Among many memories:

When we were in 8th grade, we somehow got the inspiration to try out to be 8th grade commencement speakers. We had no business trying out for this - we didn't really like anyone and we didn't particularly have much school pride. But there must have been this inherent drive to make our mark at the school; maybe it was our way to do something together at school for the last time. I distinctly remember we AIM-ed a friend of mine for some inspiration, and he said to say something along the lines of how middle school is the "stepping stone" to the rest of our futures. We definitely put that in the speech and definitely didn't get chosen.

In 7th grade, I met Lori. I'm sure we met in 6th grade, too, but we didn't get close until 7th. She always brought these little tic-tacs to school that were individually wrapped. The tic-tacs looked more like Advil shaped and on contact with the tongue, tasted like marshmallows before mint. She always brought me one or two. She'd fiddle with the wrapper in her hoody front pocket, and by the end of the day, her fingers were metallic. I'm going to buy a bunch of those tic-tacs if I ever see them in the future.

In 8th grade, a group of us got to go to Catalina Island on a trip to learn about marine biology or something. I honestly don't remember much about the trip anymore other than learning about echolocation by crawling through a pitch dark tunnel and eating little bits of cooked squid. But the funniest thing I remember is that Lori and I decided that we would not take showers after snorkeling in the afternoon, because we'd go back in the water the following day. The following day, the showers were out of service, so Lori and I returned home with unwashed ocean hair (compounded over 3 days). My mom was not pleased.

Lori and I went to different high schools, but we still made it a point to see each other throughout the year. Definitely every summer and every winter. Our catch-up sessions always lasted for hours, and our favorite places to meet were Catalina Coffee and Coffee Cartel. She was such an amazing listener, and I always felt so heard and seen. I think we trusted each other at a young age.

When we were grown adults, Lori came to visit me in Berkeley when she was living in Napa. We went to an Allen Stone concert and decided to go out to Raven, which was the hottest club in SF at the time. At Raven, we ran into Lori's Coffee Meets Bagel date from earlier in the day, lol. He bought us drinks but Lori was definitely not very interested. To be honest, I don't have many memories of Lori from the actual club, but when Raven closed for the night, we somehow got ourselves out and called an UBER POOL (to save money). Lori sat in the back with two strangers, and I sat in the front. Once we got to my apartment, Lori was so knocked out, I had to lift her out of the car. I was not quite stable myself so we teeter-tottered a bit in front of said strangers and fell in unison onto the ground. It was so embarrassing, and we got scratched and bruised, lol. The funniest part of this continuous story is that the next morning, I woke up to Lori sleeping on the floor. When I stepped on the ground, I felt that it was damp and authentically thought that Lori peed on the ground in her sleep. Later, we found out that Strawberry Creek ran below the apartment building and it literally seeped up into my room, which is wild and a total housing code violation that we probably could have gotten rent abatement for.

Later into our adulthood, Lori and I got to fulfill our teenage dreams and became roommates in a dingy Berkeley apartment. She told me one day that she was considering adopting a dog and that if she did, she would write off dating for the foreseeable future. She was truly a woman of her word. She adopted Daisy, a spunky yorkie mix, and we co-pawrented her. She was an annoying (but cute) dog, and my blood pressure used to rise whenever she would bark without reason at just about anything. I will love Daisy in perpetuity though, because she will always be something Lori and I shared.

The image I remember of Lori - petite as ever, hair color of the month (pink or blonde balayage or black), skinny jeans, t-shirt (for some reason I imagine a striped shirt), cardigan, scarf, little backpack, and flats. Or shorts with leggings and flats. Bitten nails, aside from maybe one or two longer nails. And a hint of mustard yellow, of course.

Lori was generally a pretty quiet person but when she thought something was funny, she'd have a little explosive burst of laughter. And on the topic of her quietness, she was by no means a pushover. She had immensely strong personal convictions/integrity and drive (and stubborn).

Lori always sent cards - for the holidays, birthdays, big moments. Her message was always short and concise, but she never missed one. She also always sent a little something for Abbie.

She always called kids, kiddos, and called dogs, puppers.

I miss her so much already. Lori was kind of a time capsule for me -- a witness to the most insecure and awkward years as teens. The safest place to be in friendship. A vault of a confidant. Lori may have been the one who taught me loyalty and reciprocity in friendship. She could not stand to owe anyone a single dollar, even though there were moments I just wanted to shower her with love. I wish I did more for her. It really is true that when you lose someone, you think about the things you could have done while they were alive with you. I will miss you forever, Lori. Thank you for being one of the best friends I could have ever asked for.

[w2soneshots]

Long time no see -W2S

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warnings: brief talk about a break up.

summary: you run into your childhood best friend and you remember the intense feelings you have for him.

Today it's my best friend's birthday and I'm currently getting ready to go on a night out to celebrate. I slicked my hair back, did my make up and picked an outfit. I got a text from Hannah (my best friend) that the uber was waiting outside. I quickly grabbed my bag and rushed out of my apartment.

Once we arrived outside of the club we thanked the driver and got out of the car. We walked into the club and immediately went to get a drink. After almost an hour we got bored and decided to go to another club that was just a 10 minute walk away from where we are now. We collected our things and started walking to the other club.

Me and Hannah were walking along taking when I heard my name "y/n?" I looked forward to see Harry Lewis. Me and Harry met during school in Guernsey and were great friends but lost contact when he moved away. Guernsey is where I grew up but I moved to London almost a year ago and only go back to visit. "Hey, long time no see!" I said pulling him into a hug. "how are you?" He asked as we pulled away. "good! I moved to London a while ago. I would have called but I lost your number." I said.

We ended up exchanging numbers and said goodbye. I spent the rest of the night getting pepperd and celebrating Hannah's birthday, I got home at around 3am and fell straight into bed after stripping my clothes off. The next morning I woke with one of the worst hangovers of my life. I spent most of the day rotting in bed until I started to feel a little better so took a shower.

Once I was clean and in a sweat set I grabbed my phone from my bedside table and started scrolling through my messages. Lots were from Hannah sending me pictures from last night and a sweet thank you text that read: "thank you for an amazing night, wouldn't want to have spend my birthday with anyone else❤️" I smiled at the text and replied to her.

When I clicked out of our conversation I spotted a text from "Harry Lewis" I furrowed my brows. I clicked on the text "nice seeing you again, hope you're not too hungover" I laughed. "you too, and I'm definitely hungover👍" I wrote. he text me back almost immediately "I was gonna ask if you wanted to meet up for dinner sometime, so we can catch up?" "free this Friday?" I asked. "7:00?" He sent, "perfect".

Friday came around quick, I spent the day working and got home around 5:00pm. I got straight in the shower, dried and styled my hair, put on some makeup and chose a casual outfit. Harry sent me a text saying he'd be at my apartment in 10 minutes (I gave him the location of my apartment the other day when he asked if he could pick me up). I grabbed my bag and headed down to the lobby.

Once Harry text me that he was outside I quickly ran towards his car since It was super windy. "hi!" he said before starting up the car. "hey." I said while putting my seatbelt on. We talked the for the whole 15 minute car ride and by the time we were getting out of the car to walk into the restaurant It was not at all awkward and felt like we were back in high school laughing on the way to one of our lessons.

When we got inside and sat down we ordered our food I started talking. "how's Katie?" I asked. His face dropped. "shit" I thought. "we're not together anymore." he said. I bit my lip "sorry." I said sympathetically. "It was for the best." he said. "well, Is Herb still alive?" I asked. he laughed and nodded. We continued to chat, laugh and eat as we sat in the restaurant. Once we finished our dinner we left and Harry drove me home.

"We'll have to catch up again." he said as we stood just outside of his car. "definitely. thanks for dinner Harry." I said smiling. We looked into each others eyes, leaned forward and our lips connected, my arms made there way around his neck and his at my waist. Once we pulled away Harry said "I've wanted to do that since I met you."