#maybe i give off some weird fucking vibes or something but customer service people have just been mean to me lately? idgi.

[sosquaresowhat]

I just had to reschedule a dentist appointment that was supposed to be tomorrow and this. Bitch.

My time off got declined bc I put it in too late so I just wanted to move my appointment to a Friday and the service rep was like "okay but what's the reason for the late notice?"

Like. Babes. It was Easter weekend and the start of a new quarter, my life has been on fire for the past 3 weeks that's why the late notice. It doesn't fucking matter either reschedule this apportionment or don't and I just won't fucking show up, there's a fee either way so who gives a shit.

[notthewriteryourelookingfor]

So I watched 73 yards & I have a problem with the pub scene.

Maybe I'm too autistic to get the "joke" but I will say that I am a witch that has worked in customer service for years:

Not everyone has the ability to take digital cards yet.

It's honestly just polite to ask, especially if you're somewhere that's not a chain or franchise cuz some banks actually charge more fees for digital cards and shit.

Also what if their card reader was down or something?

Like I get that it was meant to be like "Oh no is she trapped in the past?" But the fact that they were so mean and kinda cruel to someone who (i thought obviously but maybe not) was lost & confused.

If they'd been like "what do u mean use ur phone?" (Pause while the audience gets to go "Oh my god is she in the past?) Then laughs and says something like "yeah we got that shit in ages ago babes"

I also bought up the fact that I'm a witch because i know that lots of different types of people are witches and if you find some weird kind of circle or whatever that looks like something a witch makes, it's not stupid to think theres either a witch or a bunch of kids around.

& like I said, those people just came off as really mean. I get being annoyed by customers. The shop where I work has been having a bunch of sales and ALL of them have been named badly so people think that we're closing down or so convoluted that I need to explain things to every other customer.

(It's really like that joke from that Zohan movie where the shop is called "going out of business" but the higher ups are just fucking stupid so it's not on purpose)

So believe me I get being annoyed at customers and sometimes I'm sarcastic with them, some customers like that.

But if I can see someone's not gonna enjoy it I just treat them professionally. And like I said: I'm fucking autistic, if I can see someone's not having fun then you know they're not.

Like I said, maybe I'm just the wrong type of person and that along with just the whole vibe of the episode really put me off, so maybe I'm just being really judgemental.

I mean it's giving that joke at the start of the empty child where 9 was like "have u seen something fall from the sky?" & it's actually the blitz.

But it doesn't work imo. At least not how they did it.

(Also I am v behind on the season but do we get an explanation of what the f happened???)

[oneiric-somnolence]

Good Omens self insert-ish OCs!

Really they just look like me.

LAILAH: Angel. You know how Crowley says he didn’t make the original concepts for the universe, he just put it all up together? Yeah, Lailah did the sketches. He designed a good portion of the universe. The “Real” mythological Lailah is thought of as angel of the Night and sometimes of Conception and Fertility. I like to think that while it wasn’t his domain, he passed a suggestion to the angel working on humans to make conception fun so that people would want to do it, just as a little silly nod to my Lailah falling and becoming Asmodeus.

Lailah fell in the war when the lot of them did. While he can’t exist in order for Asmo to exist, I like to think the modern version of him would have become the angel equivalent of a customer service drone and is Definitely Not Upset About That In Any Way, hence the Smugness With Nothing Really Behind It demeanor. He’s coping with the fact that he fell from artist to desk jockey. I think this change started happening a bit before the rebellion, and he joined Lucifer to fight it.

ASMODEUS: Demon. Lailah fell and became Asmodeus, demon of Lust and King of Demons. I figure the Good Omens version of that is Demon Babysitter Who Deals With HR Shit So Beelzebub Doesn’t Have To Worry About It. I imagine he earned the title from some great battle achievement during the war. Asmo has his silly little chicken leg as… divine punishment? Likely for the same thing that gave him the Demon King title? Who cares.

By the time the Earth came around, Asmo found it a good place to spend time. I imagine he had something to do with the whole Sodom thing. The more time he spent on the planet, the more bored he got with his Hellish duties. Fell from prominence. He negotiated his way to the same Earthly Relations/Tempations job that Crowley and Aziraphale were doing, just on the other side of the planet (America ☹️). He only mostly stayed on the side of the planet he was meant to and fucked around often. King of Demons is pretty good at getting his few bosses off his ass about things.

Asmo has an odd fixation with angels that he isn’t sure if is “nostalgia or some kind of fetish…” because Demons that are Good at Being Demons aren’t really fun to write about, are they? I haven’t made an Angelic inverse to him because that feels a bit like writing myself a partner no matter their relationship or how far removed the character is from me. Maybe someone would like to take that upon themselves…?

Eventually, his apathy for his job and his fraternizing with said Angelic Inverse got him, essentially, grounded for a few years. This was when Armageddon was supposed to happen and he was reasonably pissed that no one had told him when he found out. He returned to Earth—this time, no one cared to stop him or keep track of him because Heaven and Hell had better things to worry about after the failure of Armageddon. This time, he made no attempt to even pretend to do his job and is pretty much just vibing.

I’M SORRY I couldn’t think of any little bitty scenarios to draw him with Aziraphale. Also, I drew angel Crowley without reference, I know his hair is weird.

SO!! What do you guys think of this guy?!?!?!?

Little note— I know we all love gender-fucking GOmens angels and demons! I do too! That said, I would prefer He or They pronouns for Asmo. He is relatively removed from me but I have a connection in that way to him, and I like him having that difference from Lailah. Lailah I am okay with any pronouns! Lailah is usually thought of as a female-presenting angel anyways, and Lailah being connected to femininity while Asmo is connected to masculinity is indeed very transgender of them, which I appreciate. I was even thinking about giving Lailah a skirt in the first place. Still I personally use He or They!

[absolutepokemontrash]

The Brothers and Side Characters Go on a Road Trip!

So, Diavolo, Lord of the Devildom, wants to go on a road trip for reasons unknown. You know what? Screw it, the reason is because Dia wants to do a fun human thing because MC brought it up during tea time. No one can defy the king, so TIME FOR A ROAD TRIP!

Shut Up! HE DOESN’T NEED DIRECTIONS! (Lucifer)

He was going to turn that car around. That’s it, he was going to leave. Someone else drive.

I hope your MC likes staticky traffic updates because that’s what Lucifer constantly had on the radio.

Obviously, some of the brothers complained, so Lucifer put on Beethoven’s Symphony no. 9. HELL YEAH TURN IT UP DJ!

Lol JK no one can car-dance to classical music. Just go back to the staticky traffic updates…

Lucifer would have preferred it if MC or Barbatos were riding shotgun next to him, but Diavolo ended up getting it. Dia is constantly asking Lucifer to stop so he can take pictures of the most mundane shit.

Lucifer stopped stopping after the first fifteen requests.

“I’m not stopping at McDonalds- hang on. Hi McDonald’s employee, one black coffee please.”

In true father fashion, Lucifer got lost and REFUSED to ask for directions. They were lost for five hours before Diavolo finally asked:

“Lucifer, you can turn on the GPS right?”

“Yes, but I don’t trust it.”

Everyone screamed in frustration and were all fully prepared to abandon Lucifer at the side of the road.

Please… can someone else drive? Anyone else…

Are We There Yeeeet..? (Mammon)

Okay, so, Mammon was one of two ways on that road trip. One: complete ADHD daydream zoned out. Or type Two: AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRREEEEE WEEEEEEEE THEEEEEEEEERRRRRREEEE YEEEEEEET???!

He wanted to stop and go to all the tourist traps, by the end of the road trip Mammon wanted to open his own.

The Avatar of Greed loves driving, problem is, he’s used to driving off into the sunset as a lone bachelor, not with his friends and brothers in the car as well.

He only got to drive once, and it was awful. 0/10 would not recommend. Luke thought MC was driving and called shotgun…

Mammon just turns on the radio for music and hopes something good is on at least ONE channel.

STOP WEAVING BETWEEN LANES YOU MORON-

Not all of Mammon’s time driving was bad, the combined powers of Luke and Mammon meant that everyone stopped at a petting zoo at the side of the road. Everyone had a good time, even though when they got back into the car they all smelled like a farm.

Did anyone else hear that oinking in the car-

*Vibes to Music in the Backseat* (Levi)

After being cruelly dragged from his room and placed in this stupid van… he just climbed into the backseat and put on his headphones.

Maybe anime openings could drown out this problem…

Levi only drove for fifteen minutes, it was the most terrifying fifteen minutes of everyone’s lives.

Mario Kart is not a substitute for proper driving school!

Listen- Levi actually saved the entire trip, after stopping at a gas station everyone noticed that Levi never complained about what was on the radio because he was wearing headphones, so everyone bought their own pair and the car trip was so much more pleasant…

No matter how many times Lucifer told Levi to get his feet off the seat, he wouldn’t listen, he was GAMING and they took him away from his gaming chair! HE NEEDED TO SCRUNCH HIMSELF UP LIKE A GOBLIN TO FOCUS DAMMIT!

Whenever the car would stop so everyone could get out and take a picture or look at something, Levi had to be practically dragged out of the car and manually posed for the pictures.

“Is this one of those vans with TVs in them? I brought the first five volumes of TSL on DVD!”

While Satan was driving they stopped at a lake, and Levi burst out of the car and made friends with all the lake fish.

He was still soaking wet when they had to leave.

I’m a Responsible Driver- IS THAT AN OLD BOOKSTORE?! (Satan)

Satan, we believed in you…

Our favourite nerd wanted to stop at any and all historical spots or cool looking bookstores he saw.

When everyone went to buy headphones, he got a pair with cat-ears on them! Because obviously!

Satan’s a responsible driver, and he’s not as prone to road rage as one might think. He has patience, remember in the Jobs event when he worked in customer service? Those kinds of jobs take a godlike amount of self control to do.

Asmo called shotgun and Satan got to have the wonderful experience of having his ear chatted off by his dear brother.

Satan was not about to have fast food for the eighth time in four days, if everyone wanted food, he’d stop at a restaurant.

He was terribly sorry to anyone who needed to use the restroom, but they should have gone at the last rest stop.

When Satan stopped at the lake, he gave everyone a long lecture on the historical significance of the place, then noticed that Levi was being crowned king of the lake and decided he should cut his history lesson short before Levi abandoned his family to chill with the fish forever.

I wanted Satan to be the normal chill one with the radio… I really did… but deep in my subconscious I feel like Satan would put on one of those language learning DVDs so he can learn another language on the go like a total dork.

Road Rage (Asmodeus)

No one saw this coming but- Asmo gets some B A D road rage. Someone cuts him off? “Hi hello dear, WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO SHOVE MY FOOT UP YOUR ASS?!” Someone doesn’t use a turn signal? “YOU BRAIN DEAD MORON! LEARN TO DRIVE!” Someone just pisses him off? “*prolonged horn sound*”

It’s just… the car trip was so taxing on the poor Avatar of Lust… he was crammed into the middle seat for the majority of the trip… he had to give his sleeping mask to Belphie… Beel was getting crumbs all over him and he couldn’t move over… just so tragic…

Solomon called shotgun and it was the greatest couple of hours of his life. He got a front row seat to Lucifer and Barbatos dragging Asmo back into the car because he tried to pick a fight with another driver.

Asmo wasn’t having a good time…

He didn’t want to stop for any gas station food or go through a drive-thru so it was another expensive restaurant trip. Rest In Peace to the gang’s wallets.

When he wasn’t driving, Asmo was loudly talking with MC or talking on the phone. It was a blessing in disguise when they went through an area with bad phone reception and Asmo finally had to shut up.

Oh well… at least he got a few nice pictures for Devilgram.

MCDONALDS! MCDONALDS! MCDONALDS! (Beel)

We all know Beel is massive, right? His head is touching the ceiling and every speed-bump hurt.

He’s the one begging to stop at every gas station or fast food place they pass by.

Beel’s section in the car was covered in empty bags of Doritos by the end of the trip.

When Beel got to drive, Belphie got shotgun! Hell yeah dream team!

Poor Beel, he got distracted and ended up somehow popping a tire. He pulled over next to a farm, changed the tire, then got back in the car and kept driving.

Uh… there was an awful lack of snoring next to Beel- OH FUCK THEY LEFT BELPHIE!

Belphie was found sleeping next to the cows on the farm they had stopped at earlier.

The cows didn’t want to give their sleepy god up so easily…

After that… Beel didn’t want to drive anymore…

“Look, cows.” (Belphie)

I really need to stop with the cow jokes but I CAN’T

*snore*

Belphie’s crammed between Beel and MC for most of the trip and is probably drooling all over poor MC’s lap or shoulder.

Beware, he jolts up randomly and looks around in a panic before he realizes he’s in a car. This happens every three hours.

Belphie’s not allowed to drive, he’d fall asleep. But when Lucifer takes the wheel and puts on that fucking staticky radio, Belphie forms an idea.

“*ahem* four thousand bottles of beer on the wall, four thousand bottles of beer,”

Mission success, Lucifer wanted to tear his hair out.

Belphie ended up asking to stop when they get to a stretch of road with no streetlights, everyone got out of the and stared at the stars.

…listen, it’s a miracle no one got axe murdered but the stars were gorgeous.

Remember when I said Satan put on those language learning DVDs? Yeah uh…. Belphie woke up from his last nap of the trip almost fully fluent in Spanish. At least one person gained a new skill on this trip…

Oooo, Look at Thaaaaat! (Diavolo)

Even though the side characters were in a different car most of the time, sometimes people would switch to the other car if they met up at a gas station.

By the end of the road trip Dia looked like one of those tourist dads, Hawaiian shirt and all.

Dia can’t drive

He’s absorbing human culture… and human culture involves ordering everything at this random Wendy���s.

Diavolo’s camera roll is so unbelievably full by the end of the trip and he refuses to delete ANY of the pictures.

Most of the pictures are of really weird and boring stuff, like traffic signs and trees, but the picture he ends up printing out and putting in a picture frame is a picture of the whole group at the petting zoo having a grand old time.

He wanted to take home a baby goat but Barbatos said that wasn’t a good idea :(

Help. (Barbatos)

So, it could have been worse for Barbatos, he could have been stuck in the car with the brothers and MC.

Dia always had the seat up front, but when he left the car to go hang out with the dude-squad, Solomon got the passenger seat.

Solomon decided it would be a good idea to pester Barbatos to go faster and take weird shortcuts through (probably not legal) backroads and creepy forest paths.

Good thing Barbatos, Luke, and Simeon had functioning brain cells and knew that’s how horror movies began.

Barbatos stopped for fast food once and only once. It’s not healthy!

He’s the only driver to take suggestions for music, meaning that the side characters’ car was the best one of the two.

“SOMEONE GET THE BARF BAG!”(Simeon)

He’s just… he’s just trying his best not to vomit…

Simeon thought the car would be a good place to get some writing done while they drove down long stretches of road. Simeon was wrong in that assumption.

With his head down way too much while the car zoomed down the highway, Simeon felt himself getting *very* sick about four hours in.

He was worried he may have accidentally eaten something of Solomon’s… but nope. The angel was carsick.

Luke had the important job of patting Simeon on the back as he leaned over the barf-bag while Solomon dry heaved up front.

Hurry and open the windows before Solomon barfs too!!!!

Other than the car sickness, he had the job of making sure Luke was entertained, there was a good hour of eye-spy until they just got to a stretch of forest.

After that, Simeon realized that he could just give Luke free permission to ramble about whatever he wanted and that would keep the little guy entertained for HOURS.

What do You Mean I Can’t Legally Make This Turn?! (Solomon)

Shifty bastard can drive, problem is, he doesn’t care about the laws of the road.

He ended up getting pulled over after breaking approximately 11 traffic laws in less than ten minutes.

“License and registration.” “Yeah yeah yeah…” “…sir, this license expired in 1989.” “…shit.”

Solomon gunned it and managed to use his magic to hide the car and evade the very confused traffic cop.

Luke was completely aghast at the flagrant law breaking, but Solomon’s excuse was that the 80s were a lawless wasteland and he completely forgot he legally had to update his license.

He’s an equally obnoxious passenger as he is driver, but at least no one in the car is bored.

“You know, back in the day cars didn’t have seatbelts.” “Solomon put your seatbelt back on.”

…Can we keep it? (Luke)

He was against this from the start. A road trip? With those nasty demons? No! Never!

Okay fine… maybe he wanted to see some more of the human world… he agreed to go.

After helping Simeon through his car sickness, he misheard the other car say that MC would be driving, and Luke wanted to hang out with his third parent 🥺

That’s how he ended up riding shotgun next to Mammon. It started out rough, but when the two spotted the petting zoo it was all sunshine and rainbows.

Luke made friends with all the animals! He was like a little Disney Prince. He got especially attached to this one piglet, it was a surprise to Simeon that the goodbye wasn’t tearful.

Luke smuggled that piglet out of the petting zoo and they were all over fifty miles away before anyone noticed.

Of course, everyone was just shocked that Luke had stolen something, but he looked so cute holding the little piggy… awwww…

The bros obviously joked that Luke had gone to the dark side and was totally evil because he had taken the pig, much to the poor kid’s dismay.

Simeon tried to convince Luke that he needed to return the piglet but Luke was adamant that he could totally take good care of it.

Welp, time for Lucifer to fix this.

“Luke, you need to go put the pig back, it’s not yours.”

“No! I’ll take good care of it!”

“That doesn’t matter, you stole it. It’s not your property, do you want to end up a scummy thief like Mammon?”

“No not at all. Let’s go return the pig.”

“THAT’S ALL IT TOOK?!”

[juletheghoul]

Mysticus Chapter 1

Ezra x F!Reader Soulmates AU

I've had this idea bouncing around in my head for a while and after reading all of the AWESOME writing on this website and with some really lovely encouragement from some of my favourite people here I've decided to give it a go. Always open to constructive criticism!

Pairing: Ezra x F!Reader

Word Count: 1649K

Warnings: Language, tension? (Smut later on)

Literally my first fic, willing to tag if that's something you'd like!

Masterlist Chapter 2

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“Stay away from Thomas”

The words were out of your mouth before your brain had a chance to stop you. Fuck. The girl you whose palm you held in your hands frowned.

“My date? Why?”

How. How did you always manage to shove your foot in it? You had been doing so well! A steady trickle of patrons to your admittedly shabby little stand. Okay, table with a glittery table cloth and a couple of folding chairs but nevermind that.

“Uhhh, yeah. I’m not sure why but I’m getting a really bad vibe. Is this your first date with him? Where is he?” You asked. You could feel the fear creeping in, like a drop of ice cold water that slides down your spine.

“It’s our first date, he’s grabbing us some food.” She responded, brow furrowed slightly, you could see she was having doubts about her safety.

“What kind of vibe are you getting?” The fact that she didn’t laugh you off right away let you know that she most likely wasn’t as comfortable as she should be on a date.

Your dog looked up at you from her place on the floor, seemingly interested in how you were going to explain yourself.

“Look, I don’t really know what to say I just feel like you should get away as fast as possible. I think you know what I mean, and I think you felt a little weird before you sat down.” You say plainly. You had broke your only rule. No bad news. You could feel her fear now, a wave of anxiety washing over the both of you all at once. In the corner of your peripheral you could see a handsome young man walking towards the both of you with food in both hands. Nothing particularly scary about him but you could feel the hackles raising on your normally silent dog. A low growl came from her direction and you put your hand on her head to calm her.

“There you a-“ he started but before he could say anything else the girl was up, dropping money on your table and hastily making a phone call.

“Sorry Thomas – my mom just called, there’s been an emergency and she’s on her way.”

He frowned. “I can drop you off-“

“No need, thanks for everything and hopefully we can do this again” she quickly called over her shoulder and then she was off.

He stood there for a few minutes dumbstruck. Then you saw something. A glint in his eye maybe? A trick of the lights flashing either from the rides or the games on the either side of your pathetic ‘booth’ and then it was gone. When he seemed to realize that you were sitting there, he gave you a smile and walked away. You shivered and noticed your dog was up and ready to pounce.

“It’s okay girl we’re good.” You reassured her and she once again took her place at your feet, but you noticed that she followed him with her eyes until he was out of sight. Fuck you really needed to work on thinking about what you said before you said it. At least she listened instead of telling you to fuck off, little victories.

“What do you say girl, think it’s time to go?” The dogs ears perked up as you scratched behind one, she responded by standing, her signal for yes. You grabbed the box you had stashed under the little table and started putting your makeshift booth away. The sign which read palm readings $5, the table cloth and the can with your earnings for the night. Slipping the end of the dogs leash around your wrist you folded up the table and chairs and stacked everything neatly and made your way to your Jeep. Tomorrow will be better.

Next day

Carnivals had always freaked you out. A lot of places that were supposed to be fun and whimsical freaked you out. You weren’t entirely sure what it was about these places but it made your skin crawl. The music playing gave you the creeps, the smiles of the people around you seemed wild rather than happy. There was a feeling of something bigger underneath it all, something hungry. Predatory. Patient.

It was a last resort in order to make some quick money with your palm readings, but it always seemed like you were walking into the jaws of some huge monster when entering the grounds.

The dog made you feel better. You had found her in a shelter a couple of years ago and had instantly bonded with her. The staff had told you that she’d been in there for a while since she was notoriously unfriendly but she seemed to tolerate you. You suited each other. What they took as unfriendly, you understood as selective, which was fine. You were selective too. You’d had to make a little sign saying please do not pet the dog but it was a small price to pay for her companionship. She - much like you - was an excellent judge of character.

You spotted a group of teenage girls eyeing your booth, and you perked up. Tried to turn on the charm as it were, usually teenage girls were your best customers. You were usually really good with them and these girls were just what you needed to reach your goal for the night. You smiled along and told them just what they wanted to hear, and seeing them walk away giggling with a spring in their step made you happy. That and the cash you were putting into your coffee can.

Just then you felt it. Something prickling at your skin, like static before a rainstorm. Blood rushed to your ears and it seemed like everything was somehow louder. Something in the pit of your stomach was roiling and you were afraid you might throw up when someone approached your table.

He smiled an easy smile but it held something in it, something that said he knew something secret and you weren’t in on it. You weren’t sure if it intrigued you or scared you. You looked over expecting the dog to growl but she was calm, sitting quietly by your feet. Okay. Weird. She usually didn’t like anyone except you and the occasional small child. She usually hated men in fact but no reaction. It was throwing you off a bit if you were honest but all of a sudden he was speaking to you and you felt like you could barely focus.

“Well birdie, seems like you’ve utterly captured my attention and I simply must know what knowledge you can ascertain from my palm.” He smiled and sat down.

You blinked. What the hell was going? Why did your skin feel feverish? Why wasn’t the dog freaking out like she usually did? Why aren’t you answering?

He patiently waited with his palm upturned and you tried to get your shit together as you slowly reached over and took his hand. He was handsome sure, but never had you been rendered so speechless by anyone before. His rich brown eyes bore into you as you traced the lines in his hand.

“You’re going to meet the love of your life.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“Now that’s interesting, I don’t suppose you’d be able to go into specifics about how or when this fateful meeting is to occur?”

You watched his mouth as he spoke, and he noticed. Curling it into the same secret smile from earlier and you felt the blood rushing to your face. His eyes crinkled when his smile deepened it took everything in you not to smile back at him.

You noticed the blonde birthmark and for a moment you had the wild urge to run your fingers through it. You quickly suppressed that while clearing your throat.

“I don’t have a time and date for you but it’ll be real soon.” You looked back down at his palm and noticed something. There was a little mark. Nothing crazy but aside from yourself, you’d never met anyone else with the same mark on their palm. You tried very hard to keep your breathing in check.

“Is this a scar?” You asked as casually as you could manage.

“That particular mark as afflicted me since birth, curious is it not?” He asked with a tilt of his head. His drawl a little more pronounced. Is it getting hotter?

“Somewhat-“

“Has anyone ever had the privilege of reading the no doubt fantastic future in your palm birdie?”

“That’s the second time you’ve called me that” you responded focusing on the pet name he’d given you.

“It suits you, I ask again- has anyone ever been fortunate enough to read your palm?”

“No.” You responded flatly, reluctantly releasing his hand and sitting back in your chair. He stated back at you and it felt as though he was looking through you, you felt curiously naked.

“As enchanted as I am basking in your presence, I unfortunately must depart. Will you be offering your palmistry services tomorrow night? I should like to see you again birdie.”

“Uhh.. yes, I’ll be back tomorrow.” You’re not even sure why you said that, you were planning on leaving town tonight.

“Wonderful, until we meet again birdie.” He rose smiling, he took your hand in his and pressed a light kiss to it. You stared up at him in shock, your skin prickling where his lips brushed it.

He smiled down at your dog and before you could even think to warn him he reached down and scratched behind her ear. Your jaw dropped as she happily licked his palm while he murmured something into her ear before promptly rising to his feet and striding off into the crowd.

You stared after him long after with the same dumbstruck look on your face. Who the hell was that?

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[aria-chicken-flugget]

MC reacts to The Brothers (+Undateables)

In a crop top ~ Yum

Due to the *NSFW undertones, I will NOT be writing any for Luke, obviously.

Sorry this took me ages haha i ran out of creativity for these. On that note, let’s jump straight in 😉

The Undateables

~

Simeon 😇

Similarly to Beel, will not see your request as anything unsavoury you cheeky thing, you

“What is a ... ‘cropped top’?”

Basically wears them anyway

Is used to showing a little skin, so would think nothing of it

After all, God intended Human Beings to be naked, so this is not weird

The only thing odd about it, is that you specifically requested it

He still wouldnt see it in that way tho lol

The one he’d wear wouldn’t surprise you, because it’s not too dissimilar to what he normally wears around RAD

Black, sleek and skin tight - sleeveless to reveal his perfectly sculpted shoulders and with a high neck - cerulean blue accents to match his eyes

Your jaw fell slack at how attractive it looked on him

His piercing blue eyes crinkled as he smiled, “I guess this one suits me, then?”

Oop - ah well, who cares if he knows your staring?

He’s an angel ffs - of course he looks amazing

“You...” you couldn’t seem to find the words to encompass what the mere sight of him did to you

His face would fall a moment, “is something wrong, MC?”

You’d flush, shaking your head with a nervous laugh, “No... well, God probably wouldn’t forgive me for thinking it but -“

You can’t bring yourself to finish that sentence

Fairly certain he was aware of where your thoughts were headed, his cheeks would tinge rouge

He’d play Innocent TM as not to blur the line or complicate things...

You’d make it ducking difficult though

Yes i said ducking, Simeon is an Angel he legally cannot say fuck

It’s just... the way you were ogling him, undressing him with your beautiful and captivating eyes... fjdlficjsn

His chest would tighten, breath caught and heart in his throat

He was well aware what that feeling was, his brows downturned at the thought

“Is something wrong, Simeon?”

He’d hold a hand up, gently but firm, “No, i’m alright, thank you.”

You can’t help but feel a little guilty... after all you did just have certain thoughts about an Angel

Seeing your crestfallen face, he’d immediately snap to - gently reaching for your hand with that crinkly eyes smile,

“Don’t look so glum, MC. Everything’s alright.”

He was simply radiant, you couldnt help but return that smile

Depending on what floats your boat, i’ll let you imagine what the outcome was

Solomon 🧙���♂️

Hahah oh boy...

“Oh? And why would you want me to wear that?” ;) TEASE

Would give That Smirk TM

This could literally go one of two ways:

One, he wears a cute cropped T and says “Well, what were you expecting from me?” ;) TEEAASSEE

He knows God damn well what you were expecting lmao

OR

Quite literally wears some leather skin tight crop that shows off all his tatts, all his packs and muscles... like dayum haha

Either way you’re speechless

He is one cocky lil shit, he’d love it

“Finally i’ve drawn your attention from those brothers, have i?” “Wh-what?!” “;)”

Nosebleed

“I’d like to request you wear one too, it’s only fair after all.”

Whilst having you gently ensnared against a wall between his palms, with those eyes entrancing you to keep you there

You’d never seen him in that light so deeply than after your request

Your eyes trail his form once again, surprisingly more muscular than you’d anticipated from under the RAD uniform

You’d flush from under his gaze, not quite sure where to look, what to say -

“Cat got your tongue?” Ajsksknxdn

He’d need want to hear you say it.

“I - i didn’t realise you’d tease me about it.” You look away with rosy cheeks

His teasing smile would falter a moment, asking more seriously, “why would you ask me to wear a crop top?”

You’d find his gaze, tongue tied for an answer

You’d swallow from under his penetrating gaze that seemed more serious than before

“I...” why did you ask him again?

“I just... wanted to see it.” “‘It’? That’s not very specific.” Ahsksknsk LOL such a tease

You’d hate that he made you admit it, you forced through gritted teeth, “I wanted to see what you looked like in a crop, what more do you want me to say?”

His smirk tugging on his handsome lips again before warm breath carasses the shell of your ear, “I want to see what you look like too.”

Lmao #Exposed

Nosebleed 2.0

Barbatos 🕰

Yo, you would have some mad guts to request it when he’s working hahah

He would instantly flush and comment calmly how inappropriate your request is

Diavolo would laugh if he heard your request and his reponse from beside you both

But if you were alone with him, perhaps a little closer to him...

I stand by the fact i think ‘Barbietos’ is a Dark Horse TM

This man has a dark side lowkey yandere vibes maybe? Idk yet need to see more of him tbh

if you’re close and you ask, similarly to Solomon he’d smirk and tease

Barbatos is sarcastic but he wouldn’t snark you for this, especially with your blushing features

He’d utter your name, before finally mustering the strength to ask, “what kind of cropped top do you want me to wear?”

You’d have to be immensely private about it, ofc he can have a private life but he is literally at the service of the Prince of that realm

Not just the crop top request etc, the entire relationship would be kept under radar for a long time

I can see his crop being loose, the satin like material draped tastefully from his shoulders and revealing his midriff

The emerald green colour so dark you thought it was black until you saw it’s sheen under the light

You might have already seen his body at this point but you can’t help absorbing his features like a sponge

His abdominal muscles, his strong shoulders... he was also much stronger than he looked under a uniform

He’d stand before you, as you rise to your knees upon his sheets, eye level with his chest

“Tonight, I could serve you for a change.”

He’s probably not as quiet as we think

Diavolo 👑

If Lucifer ever heard about your request, you’ll be out of the Devildom faster than you can say Demonus

You’d have to be incredibly brave and or stupid to even ask in the first place...

However, Diavolo wouldn’t actually mind, “come now Lucifer! It’s a fashion trend in their realm! It sounds fun!” With That Laugh TM

Diavolo is actually pretty lonely, loads of people feel they can’t approach him so he’d acc happy that you felt you could ask that of him

If you were closer than that, you’d be visiting the palace upon his request

If and when you’re alone, you’d ask him to wear one

He still wouldn’t initially see it in that way, his own demon form is shirtless

“I’d like to try one! Have you any ideas in mind?”

After understanding the nature of your request, something will flash passed in those golden irises

“I see... so this garment will grant you a certain gratification?” BLUSH

It’s not secret that Diavolo is the biggest demon, he is one big muscle machine

You’d struggle to find a crop that fit him ngl

he’d have one custom made from your design idea

You’d want him in a maroon or black one, specked with elements of gold to match his eyes

It would be snug due to his size, seeing every inch of muscle from underneath like a marble sculputre

There was something so.. awe inspiringly beautiful about it your breath stopped short

Any prior thought was lost as you silently trace the edges of him with your eyes

“Do you like it?” :) - well... duh haha

“What are you doing still standing over there?”

All would fall silent save for faint breaths and the steady beating of your hearts as you trace the crop’s fabric with your fingertips

He’s surprisingly soften as he’d watch you doing so

He’d wrap his strong arms around you, gentle fingertips stroking your hair

he’d murmur “I’m pleased you like it.”

Soft kisses planted on your forehead and you’re a goner - putty in his arms

“Might I ask... would you wear one?”

You bloody well would lmao

Might edit these later and need to link to the brothers one but hey ho, enjoy! ✨

[ijustreallylovezebras]

Saturday Market

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (not canon, though - kinda a farmer!AU?? Maybe just modern!AU?? I don’t really know what to call it, but they’re not superheroes)

Summary: Bucky escapes to the countryside in an attempt to recover from his years of service, not expecting to form such a connection with one of Sam’s childhood friends

Requested: Yes, as part of the BLM-donations: “BLM request - So I’d just about die for Bucky at the farmers market. Like first meeting kinda out of the blue the reader is vibing out with the atmosphere. like a totebag full of fruit, honey, and Knick knacks and thriving off of free samples This might be a weird ask but could there be a mention of them wearing cool wide leg pants and Bucky being like entranced by their hair. The reader coming across as self assured and kind but still kinda shy”

Warnings: Swearing, anxiety, PTSD

A/N: Whoop I’ve actually manage to write a full-scale fic!!!!! It’s been literally like a year since I’ve posted my writing on here but I love this one tbh and I’ve got some more fic ideas so keep an eye out and I’m hopefully going to be posting more!

Bucky’s favourite day of the week was Saturday.

Since moving to the small country town that had been the childhood home of one of his best friends, Bucky swore he spent half his time waiting for Saturdays to come around again.

Admittedly, the first time, when Sam had first told him what Saturday’s meant, he had dreaded them, begging Steve and Sam to allow him to stay behind - he was no good at dealing with crowds of people, not like they were. The two of them had adjusted back to normal life far better than Bucky had - though they had all expected that to be the case, even if they didn’t say it aloud.

Bucky had been certain that there was no chance that he would ever be able to deal with the town’s Saturday market.

But the bustle of the market was completely unlike anything Bucky had expected. 

To begin with, he had stuck by their stall, even there he just hung back and allowed Steve to deal with the customers as Sam socialised with people who he hadn’t spoken to in years since he left his hometown. 

But then Steve had left him, wanting to explore the market a little more, leaving Bucky in charge of the stall.

There were no loud noises at the market - at least, there were no sudden ones. Ones which he could mistake as gunfire. Or bombs. 

There was a constant chatter - happy chatter. Stall owners calling to each other, teasing each other over their products. Kids running around, playing together as their parents did the shopping and caught up with their friends.

It was comforting. Friendly. 

Bucky was surprised to find himself looking forward to the next weeks market, even going so far as to offer to manage the stall - Steve could do the shopping, Sam could spend more time catching up with old friends.

His friends had been the most surprised by that development, sharing looks that he knew didn’t quite dare to be hopeful. 

They couldn’t be hopeful, not yet.

Not after they had had to cope with Bucky for so long in the duration of his recovery. 

Hope was too dangerous.

Now, though, Bucky lived for Saturdays. He knew the other stall holders well, they always had a cheery greeting for him when they saw him, the kids recognised him too and Bucky did his best to slip them free products whenever neither Sam or Steve were watching.  

Yeah - Market days were good days, Saturdays were his favourite days.

The smile on Bucky’s face was practically stuck there. He was certain that nothing could make it budge as he unloaded the truck, preparing for the market.

“You’re so cheerful so early,” Sam complained, and Bucky knew that behind his dark sunglasses, he was glaring at him. Bucky shot him an overexaggerated smile.

“Not my fault you’re a lightweight, Birdbrain,” the nickname causes a pang in Bucky’s chest. It's been so long since he called Sam that, and he can see the shock register on his best friend's face before his expression softens and he smiles a little.

“If you and Steve were better friends then you’d have reminded me that I can’t keep up with you,” Bucky can practically hear the eye roll in Sam’s voice and Bucky throws back his head in laughter in a way that felt so freeing. 

“We did tell you, Sammy, on several occasions,” Steve informs him, arms laden with heavy fruit boxes. Bucky thinks fondly of their youth, when there was no way that Steve would have been able to carry even one of those boxes, never mind three. 

“Well I don’t remember that so you clearly didn’t do your part of emphasising the importance.”

“That just seems like a testimony to how pissed you actually got,” Bucky commented, beaming at the disgruntled look on Sam’s face.

“Fuck off, Metal Man,” Bucky tenses immediately at the nickname, his jaw tensing. He can see Sam’s eyes widening and knows that he feels bad, can see the worried look on Steve’s face. “Shit, Buck - I’m-”

“Don’t worry about it,” Bucky said gruffly, ducking his head to avoid meeting his friends’ eyes and focusing on setting up the stall.

“Bucky-”

“Tessa’s over there,” Bucky said, nodding over at the girl he recognised as one of Sam’s friends, desperately attempting to catch his eye. Sam looked between Bucky and Tessa, torn between further apologising and catching up with the friend he hadn’t seen in months, her having been away since his return to his childhood home. 

“Buck-”

“It’s fine, Sam,” he said, straightening up and shooting his friend a look that practically dared him to disagree. “It’s fine,” his voice was slightly softer with this insistence and Sam’s expression of worry did seem to lighten just a little, though he still seemed unsure.

“I didn’t think,” he told him and Bucky shot him a wry smile, subconsciously pulling down the sleeve of his shirt in a vain attempt at hiding his prosthetic.

“What else is new?”

As Sam walked across the market to greet his old friends again, pulling Tessa into a tight hug the moment that he could, Steve moved to stand beside Bucky, nudging his oldest friend gently in the side.

“You do seem better, Buck,” he said and Bucky shot him an awkward smile, giving a half shrug of his shoulders.

“Apparently that bullshit you told me about country air wasn’t quite as… bullshit as I thought,” he joked, making Steve laugh.

“Next on the agenda is convincing you to come down to the pub with us tonight,” he said.

“Didn’t we drink enough last night?” Bucky groaned and Steve fixed him with a look. “Sorry,” he rolled his eyes, “didn’t Sam drink enough last night?”

“You know it’s different, Buck,” Steve said with a disapproving look at Bucky who sighed, giving him a pleading look back. “You’d like them, you really would - his friends are genuinely nice.”

“I refuse to believe that anyone who voluntarily made friends with Wilson is genuinely nice,” Bucky retorted.

“You’re aware that you’re included in that category, right?”

“Don’t say that so loudly!” Bucky complained, revelling in the laughter that his words brought from Steve, whose head was tipped back, eyes crinkled up in joy.

It had been so long since Bucky had been able to make him laugh like that. 

It wasn’t long before Bucky was left alone to tend to the stall, Steve wandering around the market and Sam chatting with his friends. Not that Bucky would ever admit it, for fear of offending his best friends, but he enjoyed the market far more when he was alone. 

He spotted her about two hours in. She stood in the middle of the market square, paying no mind to the crowd bustling around her, exuding an air of quiet confidence.

Bucky couldn’t help himself, allowing his eyes to trail along her figure, taking in her appearance. She wore a pair of wide-leg trousers, a plain, loose fitting white shirt. His eyes moved upwards, taking in the features of her face. Her hair was messy, likely from the heat, and there was a small smile playing at her lips, sunglasses perched on her nose. A tote bag swung on her arm, looking as though it was filled with knick knacks and produce from the market stalls.

The woman looked so at ease in the market square that Bucky had an inkling that she, like Sam and the rest of his friends who showed a similar familiarity whenever they were seen around the small country town, had grown up there.

His theory was proved correct when there was a joyful cry, recognisable immediately to Bucky from Sam, who weaved through the market-goers and practically tackled the woman into a hug.    

The woman was laughing, not that Bucky could hear her over the chatter of the market, and she seemed to be scolding Sam, gesturing at her bag which had come dangerously close to falling to the ground during Sam’s enthusiastic greeting. 

Bucky was broken out of his observations by a sharp poke in his ribs. He turned and glared at Steve who had finally rejoined him, an amused expression on his face.

“You good, Buck?”

“Yeah,” Bucky grunted, shuffling around some of the produce in front of him, just to have something to do. 

“Ah come on, Buck, we don’t have secrets,” Steve teased. “What’re you looking at?”

Bucky looked at his best friend, considering him for a moment before sighing and looking back out into the square. Sam and the woman had moved to the side, talking animatedly to each other, bright smiles on both of their faces. 

Bucky pointed them out.

“She’s new, isn’t she? I don’t recognise her,” he knew that it was more likely for Steve to recognise Sam’s usual friendship group than for Bucky to, considering that while Bucky tried to avoid the weekly pub-night attended by Sam and all of his friends at all costs, Steve made a point of doing the opposite.

Steve squinted over at the two of them, clearly thinking hard.

“I don’t recognise her either…” he agreed at last. “But I think I remember one of them mentioning that they had a friend coming home soon - that must be her,” a slight smile lifted the corners of Steve’s mouth. “Sam seems happy to see her.”

It was true, Bucky had witnessed many of the reunions that Sam had had with his childhood friends over the time that they had been at the farm, but none quite matched the enthusiasm that he had as he greeted this woman. 

It was with a jot that Bucky realised Sam was leading the pretty woman over in their direction and his eyes widened slightly in worry.

The woman was smiling widely now, her eyes glancing towards the stall only briefly before returning to fix themselves on Sam again, who was talking quickly and endlessly, his eyes bright.

“Guys! This is Y/N!” Sam introduced, seeming to cut himself off mid sentence once they were in hearing distance of each other. He clapped a hand on the woman’s shoulder. “She’s one of my friends from school,” he added.

“I was his best friend, thank you very much, Wilson,” Y/N retorted, a teasing edge to her voice.

“You were until you ran off to college!”

“You joined the army, dipshit!” Y/N pointed out, nudging her friend and the two of them laughed. “You two are my replacements then?” She added, grinning at Steve and Bucky who shared a look, Steve looking amused while Bucky was somewhat wary. 

“Steve - this is Bucky,” Steve held his hand out and Y/N shook it, smile widening ever-so-slightly. Her eyes looked over at Bucky, though, who was still looking at her with uncertainty in his eyes. 

“It’s nice to meet you two - Sam’s mentioned you on the rare occasions he replies to messages.”

This was said with an accusatory side-long glance towards her best friend who rubbed the back of his neck, looking embarrassed.

“You’re coming to the pub tonight, right?” Sam asked and it was clear to Bucky that he just wanted to change the subject. Y/N groaned, wrinkling her nose a little.

“Still not really my scene, Sammy,” she sighed.

“It’s just the old group,” Sam retorted, frowning at her a little. “When was the last time that you saw any of them, anyway?”

“Not that long ago,” Y/N dismissed with a wave of her hand, her face softening once more into the smile that Bucky was starting to think was a near-permanent fixture on her face. “Unlike you I visit home,” she added.

“Well I’m living here now so I think I’m the real winner of that argument,” Sam grumbled, but there was no trace of genuine hurt in his voice.

“Are you two going tonight?” Y/N asked politely to Steve and Bucky, who had just been watching the interaction. 

“We’re trying to convince Bucky to go,” Steve supplied and Bucky shrugged as Y/N’s eyes fell on him with a questioning gaze, his lips lifting in a half smile.

“Not really my scene either.” 

Bucky doesn’t go to the pub that night. 

He was tempted, he confessed to Steve and Sam. Both of whom immediately seemed to understand his motives, a slight smirk on Sam’s face as he promises to tell Y/N that he says hello. 

He wants to feel embarrassed - he wants to feel, full stop.

It seems like so long since he felt anything properly.

Y/N had come by early the next morning while Sam was still in bed and Steve was on his morning run. Bucky having fed the animals already was drinking his coffee, waiting for Steve’s return so that he could go running. One of the sheepdogs - the eldest one, Arlo, who isn’t really up for much herding anymore - was lying next to his chair, having taken an almost immediate liking to Bucky and barely leaving his side.

Y/N was carrying a basket filled with baked goods, which she placed on the kitchen counter, seeming at home in Sam’s childhood home. She was dressed more casually, more countryside than before. 

Bucky had been sure that she was lying, trying to make him feel better when she told him that she had missed seeing him at the pub - her having allowed Sam to convince her after all. He had expected that to be the end of it.

But then she had spent the entirety of the week convincing him to join them at the pub and, when he didn’t show, she came to the farmhouse and insisted that they had a movie night.

Bucky appreciated her companionship more than he ever would have thought.  

“You really love it here, huh?” 

Bucky turned around, surprised at the voice, his eyebrows raised a little at Y/N, who was leaning against the fence to the pig pen. Her eyes were soft, her expression mildly amused and yet Bucky caught a glimmer of something else in her eyes - longing, perhaps? 

“You don’t?”

“The novelty of being surrounded by animal shit wears off fairly quickly when you grow up with it.”

Bucky grinned at that, walking over to stand in front of her.

“Escaped to the city?”

“And you to the country?” It’s almost a challenge with the way her eyebrows raise, the same confidence that Bucky had seen her exude that day at the market a few weeks ago, when they first met. 

Quiet, bordering on uncertain but somehow confident nonetheless.

Her smile was one he was used to now. The butterflies in his stomach were a new, but not unexpected addition that he was slowly learning to live with. 

“I’m not going to the pub this Saturday,” Bucky stated, sure that that must be the only reason why she had come out to visit him.

“You know I don’t always have ulterior motives when I come to talk to you, right?” Y/N questioned, her movements casually familiar as she climbed the fence, seating herself on top of it, a feat which Bucky was sure he would never be able to master.

“Is that right?”

“Sometimes, I just like to see my friend,” she agreed, smiling at him and holding her arms out. Bucky rolled his eyes but crossed over to her, allowing himself to relax into her embrace. “I missed you.”

“You came over for dinner yesterday. It’s been twelve hours at most,” but he can’t deny how his heart sings from her words. His come out slightly muffled, having nuzzled his face into her neck, breathing in her familiar, intoxicating scent.

“Still missed you.”

“Nerd.” Y/N laughs at his retort, lowering her arms for him to step away, which he does, albeit reluctantly. 

“You look tired, Buck - are you sleeping alright?” Her eyes were tracing over his features, an expression of deep concern etched onto her face and Bucky was all-too aware of the dark circles under his eyes and the heaviness of his limbs.

“I think you know the answer to that,” he responds with a wry smile. 

It hadn’t taken much probing for Sam to inform Bucky that Y/N was a therapist - she had left the small-town country-life at the same time as Sam had joined the army in order to go to university in the city to get a degree in psychology, which she then used to become a practising therapist.

This revelation had made Bucky slightly wary around her at first. Despite Steve and Sam’s endless pleas for him to get the help he needed, he had always refused. He didn’t want anyone to know all the ins and outs of his mind.

“Nightmares?” Y/N asked, tilting her head to the side a little.

“Remember the agreement about not trying to psychoanalyse me?”

“There’s nothing wrong with talking to someone, Buck.”

“And that someone should be you?”

“No,” Y/N shook her head immediately and Bucky gave a dry bark of laughter, turning away from her and walking further into the pen. 

“Scared of what I’ll tell you?”

“You know that’s not it, Bucky,” he could hear her rolling her eyes, could picture the unimpressed expression on her face. “It would be totally inappropriate if I was your therapist - we’re friends, completely unprofessional.”

“Is that the only reason?” 

“Of course it is,” her voice was filled with sincerity, concern lacing her words, so real that Bucky’s heart ached to hear it. 

“Why do you care so much?”

He doesn’t mean to ask it, not really. But it is something that has been playing on his mind since she first began to make an effort to speak to him, visit him when he didn’t show at gatherings, keep him company at the market. 

“Because you’re my friend,” Y/N responds in a low voice that borders on being hurt.

“You can’t fix me,” Bucky spat, suddenly filled with an unexplainable anger that has him whirling around, glaring daggers at her with his jaw clenched, eyes blazing. “I can’t be another one of your fucking success stories so if that’s why Wilson wants you hanging out with me-”

“I’m not spending time with you because of Sam!” Y/N interjected, looking utterly taken aback from his outburst. “And I’m not trying to fix you, Bucky.”

“Just - just leave me alone.”

Bucky doesn’t see her for almost a week after that.

Well, he does. She’s friends with Sam - best friends with him - so naturally they spend a lot of time together and she appears to have become close friends with Steve as well. 

But she avoids him.

And it hurts.

He knows that it’s his fault - that he actually was the one to ask for her to stop looking for him, to stop spending time with him.

But he didn’t mean it, not really. 

And he misses her. 

Misses her in a way that he wouldn’t have thought possible, considering the short amount of time that he’s known her.  

It’s because of how much he misses her that he winds up leaving his post at the market on Saturday. 

“Hey.”

She barely spares him a glance before going back to examining the stall in front of her.

“Seeking me out to shout at me, now?”

“I’m sorry - I shouldn’t have said that,” Y/N looked at him again, her eyes glancing quickly up and down his body, scrutinising him. Bucky gave her an awkward half-smile, rubbing the back of his neck with his prosthetic arm.

“I’m not trying to fix you, Bucky,” she sighed at last, turning fully to face him, placing down the fruit she was about to buy. “I just want to… try and help you.”

“I know you do… it’s just…” Bucky took a deep breath, tearing his eyes away from hers, not wanting to read her expression when he made his confession.

“You don’t think that you deserve help.”

Bucky’s head snapped back to look at her, mouth slightly agape, eyes wide with shock. Y/N smiles a little, shoulders lifting in a slight half-shrug.

“Therapist, remember? It’s… not exactly unusual.” Bucky looked at her for a long moment before shaking his head a little, recovering slightly. 

“Well… yeah. I mean… it’s not just that - it’s… difficult to explain,” he admitted.

“Wanna get some coffee?” She offered. “I’ll pay,” she added when Bucky didn’t reply immediately. 

“I should probably…” he gestured back at the stall he had left Steve and Sam manning.

“As much as I’m sure your help would be appreciated, I’m sure that they can manage without you,” Y/N said, placing a gentle hand on his right arm. Bucky flinched at the unexpected touch, his eyes closing. “Come on - let's go.”

It was clear that Y/N wasn’t likely to take no for an answer and so Bucky followed her without putting up any more of a fight. 

“Have you been here before?” She asked as she joined Bucky at the corner table that he had picked out to sit in at the cafe that she had brought him to, holding a tray containing two mugs, a brownie and a slice of cake. 

“Yeah - Sam brought me and Steve the first week we moved,” Bucky confirmed. “Thanks,” he added when Y/N moved one of the mugs and the brownie in front of him. “How much do I owe you?”

“I told you - it’s on me.”

“Well I’ll have to get it next time.”

“There’s going to be a next time?” Bucky met her steady gaze and felt a smile pulling at his lips, the butterflies still present seeming to warm his chest with a pleasant glow.

“I’d like there to be.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” Bucky responded, picking up his mug.

“Who designed your arm?”

Bucky looked down at the metal prosthetic that she was referring to, aware that his expression must have morphed into one of complete distaste.

“Stark.”

“Stark as in - as in Tony Stark?” The shock in her voice is obvious and Bucky can’t help but let out a dark chuckle.

“Rhodey - the guy who was my boss, basically, Steve and Sam’s as well - he’s good friends with Stark, as was Doctor Banner, the doctor who looked after me after my accident. Stark was thinking about prosthetics for a while and I guess Rhodey and Bruce mentioned my name and what had happened… I was unfit for combat, allowing myself to be a lab rat was the least I could do,” he explained. 

“It’s… a pretty amazing prosthetic,” Y/N said, a little awed as she looked at the metal plates that made up Bucky’s left arm and he smiled at her.

“Yeah - I was lucky to have people with those connections.”

“You were lucky to have people who care about you,” Y/N corrected gently.

“I know that you’re right,” Bucky admitted, staring resolutely down at the table, examining its every inch.

“About what?”

“That I need to get help,” he responded, finally managing to meet her eyes.

The moment that he read the concern in her expression, his eyes stung with the tears he had been suppressing since his accident.

“I can’t go on like this,” his voice was shaky and Y/N’s lips parted a little, her expression softening and she reached across the table, grasping his hand in hers and squeezing it. “I’m just so fucking tired.”

“I know, Buck,” she whispered. 

“All the time,” he sniffed and though he knew he should feel embarrassed by his unexpected show of emotions, with the way that Y/N is looking at him, as though he is the most precious thing in the world, he can’t bring himself to. “Shit - I’m sorry,” he used his free hand to wipe furiously at his tears.

“Hey - none of that,” and she reached into her tote bag and pulled out a pack of tissues, extending them towards him with the same comforting smile that Bucky was slowly beginning to fall in love with. “You’ve kept this to yourself for too long.”

“I know. It’s just so fucking difficult to talk about it,” he told her with a watery smile, another sob shuddering through his body. 

“Of course it is,” Y/N said sympathetically, giving his hand another squeeze. “I can’t even imagine what you went through.”

“Will you help me?”

“Help you what?”

“Get help,” and he knows how pathetic he must sound, how desperate and pleading his voice is but he can’t help it. He needs her. He needs her to support him, to help him.

“Of course I will,” she laughed as she said it, as though the mere notion of her not doing so was utterly ridiculous and it feels like a huge weight has been lifted off his shoulders. “Whenever you’re ready, just let me know and we can start looking for therapists - or support groups, both! Whatever you think is best for you,” she promised.

Normally it would have felt overwhelming for Bucky to even just hear those suggestions but now, with her holding his hand and smiling at him over the table, with the country air in his lungs, so far away from the battlefield that he had called home for the past few years, with the knowledge that he would be going home to a quiet life of farmyard animals and crops to tend to, it feels okay.

A few months ago, Bucky never would have dreamed of just leaning across the table. Of placing his other hand on her cheek and pulling her a little closer to him. Of brushing their lips together - gently, to give her an out in case she wants it.

But now, with the cheery atmosphere of the Saturday market as their backdrop, Bucky leant over their small corner table in the back of the cafe and kissed Y/N. 

Softly and gently. It’s the most that he can manage at the moment.

But Y/N doesn’t seem to mind. 

A grin spread across her face and she let go of his hand to place both of hers on his cheeks and kissed him properly.

[nctzendreamz]

Psycho — Bae Joohyun

Irene really, really loves you. Too much, you begin to realize.

Warnings: Psychotic!Au, mentions of abuse, murder, language, and in general dark themes.

Word Count: 7k

January 16, 2020 — 9:45PM

She might as well have been a celebrity, as she was the key reason that this coffee shop got visitors. Her silky smooth skin, complimented by her sparkling eyes and perfect build was everything the masses needed to get up early in the mornings before work.

She couldn’t count all the numbers she had recieved in just the couple of months she had been employed at Velvets; the coffee shop that rested in the center of the city. It’s red and pink decor, followed by the hand crafted decorations from so many visitors in the past, was exactly where Bae Joohyun, more frequently referred to as Irene belonged.

She always had the same greeting. It was in the protocol, after all.

“Hello! Welcome to Velvet’s. How are you doing today?”

And today is no different. She always tries her best to look right at the customer as soon as she hears the familiar bell, indicating the door had opened, but her nail was chipping, and it was driving her nuts. She says her line, still fiddling before she realizes that it can’t be fixed until later.

“I’m so sorry! It’s been a long—“

And then she stops. She has seen a million people come and go to her place of work. Most of them found her beauty to be enchanting, but even the finest of them could barely make her blink. No matter how hard they tried to merge the conversation onto dinner, or what she was doing after her shift, her facial expression stayed the same—dull and unimpressed.

But you. You’re standing here in all of your glory, hair perfectly sculpted to your face. She loves this look on you. It’s the perfect color to compliment your perfect skin, and daring eyes as they swallow her whole. Usually, she did this to others, yet here you were, snatching her soul—seemingly without even trying. 

“A long day.” She finally breaths out. Her heart is racing at a dangerous pace, and she knows she looks like a creep right now. Her dark eyes are trying to break you down, and bring you to your knees, but it’s not working.

“I understand that.” You giggle. You seem tired. The bags under your eyes are slight, but still drooped enough to which she can tell you’re either a student, or you work a nine to five. Regardless, you’re not always free. Your clothing is simple. Sweats, a hoodie, and some ugg boots to shield you from the cold weather. “Your nails are so cute, by the way.” You smile, and it’s calming. It’s not a full on cheese session, but that makes it even better. It’s simple, just as you seem to be.

“Don’t flatter me.” She begins, showing them to you in full form over the marble counter. “It’s chipped.”

“And still cute.” You assure, smoothly moving a sole finger across the nail. “Is it gel polish?” You question with an adorable head tilt. Absolutely priceless. You’re probably very good at getting what you want. You know exactly how to move, and lighten your voice to make people feel what you want them to feel.

“It is. You know—

“It stays on longer.” You finish for her.

“Exactly.” She can’t hold in her smile. Was her heart...warming? If so, that meant her cheeks were turning pink, which also meant that you could see clearly that you were doing it right. If you were flirting with her, you were doing it so well, and so respectfully.

“I’ll just take a hazelnut.” You breathe out. Your hands are in your pockets, and you’re shifting the weight from your toes to your heels repeatedly. You must be cold. When you’re cold, you get jittery it seems. That’s why you’re in here in the nick of time. You’re definitely in school. You probably just got out of class, and have a shit-ton of homework to finish. That’s why you need the coffee and that’s why you seem so exhausted; although you’re trying to hide it from her.

“Hazelnut!” She shouts, turning around and giving the ticket to the real worker in here. She doesn’t even look at him as reaches out to snatch it from her. “Is that your favorite?”

“The only coffee I will drink.” You admit, covering your face with your hands. You’re embarrassed. You probably feel somewhat uncultured, and childish for even saying that out loud.

“Have you ever tried another?” She says in a light tone, tilting her head just as you did a few minutes ago. Still, you’re unfazed. You actually close your eyes for a moment before snapping them back open.

“I have. I think it was roasted chestnut? Whatever it was it was not good at all.” And now you’re laughing. Your laugh—it’s beautiful. It’s not a subtle, shy chuckle that would indicate you don’t laugh often. You laugh all the time. She can’t tell if it’s a boyfriend that always has you geeked like this, or maybe your friends. Maybe, even your girlfriend, but that would break her heart too much.

“Well, coffee isn’t the only good thing here. We’re not Starbucks, but our frapachinos are pretty good.” Irene mentions, eyes flicking to the frap menu to the left of her. She lets the red sweater she spotted slip off her shoulder ever so slightly, and you’re looking at it. It was for a mere second, but she saw it.

“Here you go.” Josh—the chef of this shift interrupted, handing you your coffee quickly.

“That’s the fastest you’ve ever done that.” Irene seethes, shooting an annoyed look to her co-worker.

“Trying to close. No offense.” Josh nods to you, already starting the trials and tribulations that closing involved. He’s wetting a rag in preparation of wiping all of the counters down.

“Oh, none taken. I hate to be that customer that comes in late like this. I just have all this work to catch up on and I figured buying aderall from the guy who sits beside me in Psych wasn’t the best idea.”

Irene breaks into a fit of laughter. Truthfully, she wasn’t faking it. You were so funny. But she was also right. She hit the nail right on the head, actually. Josh couldn’t believe his ears as he had barely seen her smile a genuine cheese. Of course he stayed silent. “You’re funny!” She coughs out through her fit.

“Don’t flatter me.” You smile brightly. Your smile is so pretty, just like you. God, she was running through too many scenarios on how she could make you stay. “Thanks for this pleasing experience. Today sucked and I needed it so badly. Do you guys have like a manager or something? Or like a survey?”

She had never been asked this before. No one had ever cared to commend them on their excellent service and caffeine recovery program they had in place for the addicts. “Um...no. But what you can do is come back. To repay us.” She whispers the last part.

She needs your name. She just knows someone like you has the most goregeous name.

And the heavens answers her request. She already saw that you had a necklace hiding under your hoodie, but you’re pulling it out now. It’s a name; she just needs to know who it is.

“That necklace, I love it.” She leans over the counter, squinting to see the name. “Y/N.” She mumbles. “Is that your name?”

“It is.” You respond. “People say it’s stupid to wear your own name, but it’s comforting to me. Plus, I don’t have someone else’s name to wear so.”

So, you were single.

“Don’t get too discouraged. Someone could come and change that. Very soon, actually.” She purrs, and she finally does it. She’s getting in your head. You’re seeing her.

You leave, your walk mezmorizing her in ways that makes her tingle. She barely follows the procedures of cleaning, as all she wants to do is go home. She needs to know everything about you.

“Y/N L/N. Twenty four years old. Younger than me.”

It wasn’t that hard to find your all your social media. All public, minus your Facebook account. Your Twitter consists of retweets of memes that probably made you scream, and your own little comedy that your select friends liked as they felt obligated.

She can’t lie; she was expecting to see a tweet about her. Something about a beautiful girl in the coffee shop. But there was nothing. Not a peep. Then again, maybe this was a good sign. Maybe you liked to keep your loves private. She’s searching through your pictures, embellishing in the sight of you until something stops her scrolling.

It’s a picture of you, and another guy. His hair is black, but his features are far from plain. He’s not impressive to her, but she knows to you, he’s everything. He seems to be just your type.

It’s been two years, and yet, it feels like a thousand.

The caption is so short, yet so sweet and gentle. It’s telling a million stories with one sentence, and even she can tell there’s real love in the photo. On your side, at least. She feels sick now. He’s tagged on the photo.

Lee Taeyong. That’s his name. The first place she searches is his likes, where she knows she’ll find proof of him being a scumbag. The way you addressed your necklace; it’s almost as if it was a mere replacement for a previous. It was a somber, silent story.

A lot of his likes are filled with hip-hop. Viral dances, artist appreciation, funny memes just as you enjoyed. You two probably found love through a similar interest. She continues to scroll though, where she finds something that truly twists her stomach. A quote.

Do you ever wish you could turn back time? Fix a mistake? Go back to when everything was perfect? When you could hold her and she was yours? Because same.

He hurt you. She didn’t know what he did, but she knows he hurt you. Her first guess was cheating, and she was going to stick to it. Maybe your chill nature was because your walls were up so high. Maybe your intense laughter wasn’t because you laughed all the time, but instead because you hadn’t laughed in a while. And it was all his fault—fuck Lee Taeyong.

He works at a video game store. No—he owns an arcade to be exact. She was going to see him. She needed to observe him in person. See his vibe. In the mean time, she can follow you on Instagram. That’s not too weird, right?

January 17, 2020 — 7:30PM

“Welcome to T’s.” A dull voice speaks.

Although the lighting in the arcade is practically blinding—all the neon creating a cool atmosphere, their customer service is awful. Probably a telling to his personality if that’s the kind of people he hired.

She waited for a moment, waiting for more. How can they just assume she knows what she’s doing? What kind of place was this? It’s a Saturday afternoon, and it shows because people are everywhere. Kids are running around, and adults are talking trash to eachother as they bet money on who will win the car game. “Men.” She sighs. But with her sighs brings the man she’s looking for. He’s almost blending in with his all black clothing, but she knows it’s him. He’s hard to miss, but not because of his features. It’s because she hates him.

Her current outfit; a tight red dress and dangerous heels aren’t really arcade attire, but she doesn’t care. She clacks her way over to Taeyong, who is surrounded by many people. He must be popular. He definitely cheated on you. The girls around him were ridiculous. So much for missing you.

She knows approaching so quickly would be foolish. It wouldn’t make sense. She decides instead to creep around, wanting to know who these people are. As she gets closer, she can recognize almost all of them. Chungha—your seemingly bestfriend was here, some guy with his arm around her shoulder. The Johnny she had seen pop up on your feed a few times, the Ten, and lastly, the Momo. Momo also seems to have some unspoken feelings about you.

She could feel it in the way she comments under your pictures. You couldn’t notice her flirtatious nature, but it was there.

The most beautiful human in the world.

My favorite.

Can I be you?

More like—can I be with you?

“Excuse me.” Irene finally speaks, interupting their laughter. She was hoping they’d give her a dirty look, so she could have even more of a reason to turn you against them, but they don’t. They look at her in synch, smiles still on their faces.

“What’s up?” Johnny says, a dashing grin on his face. Another who thinks she’s too beautiful. Exactly how she felt about you. “Are you new around here?”

Chungha punches him in the shoulder promptly, clearly not a fan of his approach. Irene can see why she was your chosen best-friend. Then again, was she really your friend? I mean, all of these people were hanging around your ex boyfriend and the only person who wasn’t here is you?

“Sorry about that.” She apologizes. “Us pretty girls are hard to come by, and they get extremely thirsty.”

She’s funny, but not as funny as you.

“Oh it’s fine. I’m Irene.” She introduces, placing her frail hand out. It connects with Chungha’s, and it’s genuine. “He’s right. I am new here. I’m a tad overdressed, I see.”

“I’m not complaining.” Johnny adds, receiving a punch from Taeyong this time.

So, he’s somewhat of a woman supporter too. I mean, he didn’t have to stop him from his words, but he did.

“I’m Taeyong.” He sighs, but he doesn’t place his hand out. That’s odd. The glow of games is making all of them look nothing less of models, but that doesn’t mean she’s impressed. No one was better than you.

“You know, you’re allowed to touch a girl other than your family and Y/N.” Johnny jokes.

The mention of your name makes everything in Irene’s body spike. They were acknowledging you, even though you weren’t here, which means maybe you didn’t mind them being here without you. Or maybe you and Taeyong weren’t exactly broken up. Something complicated instead.

He doesn’t say anything, just squints at his friend in an evil manner.

“Y/N.” Irene interrupts, putting a hand on her chin. “I met someone with that name last night.” She says. She knows exactly what she’s doing. “I work at Velvets, and this girl came in. She was wearing a necklace with that name.”

She watches for Taeyong’s reaction, and she gets what she wants. The mention of the cafe makes him almost flinch. Velvets must have been a place you two frequently visited together when you were dating. But then again, why did you seem so clueless about the menu? No, you weren’t. You mentioned you tried other coffee. It must have been with him. The way you laughed, it all makes sense now. You were thinking about him. A memory popped up.

She wants to ask if you were his ex, but that would be crossing the line. She had only known them for two minutes. It would seem too odd.

“Was she wearing sweat pants and a hoodie?” Momo questions now. Her hands are crossed over her chest, and Irene can’t read her. She doesn’t like that. Momo somewhat has her guard up.

“Yeah. I think she was.”

“That was definitely her. She’s been dressing like a complete bum lately.” Momo giggles now. If she didn’t already know this was her competition, she knows now. Momo is giggling just from thinking about you. You must make her laugh a lot. Irene doesn’t like her judgemental nature. You would be perfect in every state if she was a real one, but she’s not. So maybe she isn’t going to be a problem after all.

“You described her perfectly.” Irene seethes, quickly switching back to her normal state. The bright smile, and pink lip.

“How was she?” Taeyong questions. He still cares. She can see in in his eyes, but even if she was blind, it wouldn’t matter. His voice was so frail when talking about you.

“Oh brother.” Ten sighs

“I have a right to know.” Taeyong argues. He’s frustrated. He’s hot headed; at least when it comes to you.

“She seemed perfect to me. Laughing a lot, making jokes and stuff. I apologize if I’m out of place for this, but what’s going on? Is she okay?”

All of their faces seem to freeze for a mere second. They’re not uncomfortable with her question, but it seems like they’re wondering do they have permission to tell your buisness like that. They’re looking at Taeyong, presumably because it’s technically his buisness too.

Chungha is the first to speak. “She’s fine. These two,” she points to Taeyong, and then seemingly to thin air, “they broke up.”

Momo is oddly silent. She’s seemingly fuming, but no one is paying attention to her. That means none of these people know about her feelings for you. She’s been keeping it bottled up this entire time.

“Oh...sorry for asking.” Irene quickly scrambles, tucking her hair behind her ears. “I should’ve put that together by myself—

“It’s okay, beautiful.” Johnny places a hand on her shoulder, and she wants to slap the stupid grin off of his face, but he was going to be useful. He was stupid, and naive. One pull down of her panties, and he would tell her everything she needed to know. She moves into his touch, giggling just a tad.

The vibration of her phone distracts her, and she quickly searches for it in her Louis purse. You followed her back. One by one, you’re liking her pictures, and she can feel her heart beating hard through her little chest. Was her fairytale going to happen? Was she finally going to be able to fall in love again? God, she loved you already. Your sexy demeanor, your perfection. She needed you, and she would do anything to get it.

The bell of the shop dings, indicating that more people are walking in. From the way that they all freeze once again, she knows exactly who it is. She turns around and there you are. Her knees so badly want to get weak, but she controls herself. Today, you’re wearing an oversized t-shirt. She can’t tell if you have shorts on under, but she hopes you doesn’t. The shirt is from some band you listen to, and you have white converse on your feet. High top.

Momo is the first to greet you. She practically jumps into your arms, and Irene notices the way you don’t seem to mind. Her brain is starting to shock her, jolting her anger to all the wrong places. She could fucking kill Momo right now. The two of you are spinning around, Momo’s legs around your waist and you inhaling her scent. Everyone else is looking at the scene with a soft smile—they’re so stupid. How can they not see?

Momo finally returns back to the floor, and now you’re looking at her. She quickly fixes herself up, so quick, that you don’t even notice.

“Irene?”

The way you say her name is causing her to pool. She wants to hear you say it for the rest of the night. She takes a deep breath, not hiding it this time before she strides to you, hugging you. She knows this won’t make you uncomfortable. You seem to be willing to catch some affection for people you like. When she feels your hands on her middle back, she inhales you. You smell like spring, even in the winter, and that’s so beautiful. You’re so beautiful. She allows her cheek to graze against yours ever so slightly, and your noses to touch before she backs away. She sees the way you bite your lip. No one can see you but her, and she likes the thrill. It’s dangerous.

“Johnny.” You sigh, walking past him without a look. You don’t like Johnny—that’s obvious. Was he possible the reason for you and Taeyong’s break-up? “My Tenny!” You screech, putting his face in your hands like a baby and kissing his cheek softly. You have a soft side. “Chungha~” You sing, embracing her tightly. Now it was the big reveal. Would you speak to Taeyong? Or would you two do the awkward stare.

He still loves you. It’s obvious in the way that the love practically pours out of his eyes, and his hands shake. “Y/N.” He whispers. It’s like no one else is in the room. You must have not seen any of them in a while, based on the way they stare at you admiringly.

“Hey.” You whisper back, slowly moving to hug him. He closes his eyes for a mere second, and it’s all over. Now you’re back beside Irene, who’s very pleased.

“Irene was just telling us that the two of you know eachother.” Johnny speaks. He’s trying to get back into your good graces. It’s so obvious it’s painful.

“Yeah.” You smile, but not at him. “I was at Velvets getting my usual, and then we met. Surprised to see you here though.” You’re looking at her now.

“What? Just because I’m in a dress means I can’t be a gamer?” She jokes, and everyone around laughs. Everyone but Momo.

“No. Momo wears dresses.” You say, slapping her thigh gently. Why do you keep touching her? She’s standing right here, looking good for you, and you’re flirting with Momo? “There’s just a lot of assholes in a place like this. You don’t seem to be interested in that.”

“Well, how about I prove you wrong? Loser has to buy the other coffee.” She prompts.

She hopes everyone else looks jealous. Especially Momo. Knowing you, even if you wanted to say no, you weren’t going to deny her.

“Any coffee?” You question with a raised eyebrow.

“Anything you want—that is, if you win.”

“I say we have a tournament.” Momo adds in. “I mean, it’s been a while since we’ve all been together lile this.”

Shut up, slut. God, Irene just wants to wrap her hands around her neck. She had to get you away from her as soon as possible.

“Sounds good to me.” You agree. “Is that cool with you?” You look back at her. You’re already hooked enough to have to ask permission when you had only known her for 24 hours.

“Does it matter if she is?” Johnny mentions.

“Johnny!” Chungha screeches. “Why are you being such a dick!”

“Don’t answer that.” Ten prompts, taking his friend by the hand and leading him outside.

“Anyways, that sounds like a great idea to me. Let’s roll!” Chungha yells in sorority fashion, and now all of you are going to where the fun is. There’s a million games to choose from, but it seems like you guys have a section you’re leading her to.

“As you can see, the games only get harder and harder from here.” You explain to her, placing a hand on her lower back.

“So like, kids shouldn’t be going this far.” She giggles.

“Exactly. Consider yourself privileged.” You wink.

“Just because I’m short and cute does not mean I’m a child.”

“You’re going to have to prove that to me.”

You’re definitely flirting with her now. And to make it even better, more fiesty than she had expected it to be.

“What are you doing after this?” She flirts back, placing her hand on your back now.

“You’re taking me to get coffee.”

“Velvets will be closed.” She pouts.

“I didn’t say you had to take me to Velvets. They sell hazelnut coffee everywhere.”

“You really think you can beat me, can’t you?”

“No. I know I can.”

And you did. You beat the clean breaks off of her in every single thing. The whole tournament went to hell as you and Irene were completely in your own world. You ran from game to game like children.

You weren’t rude enough to not say goodbye, but it was quick. You knew exactly what was going to happen after tonight, and you needed it. It had been too long.

“You’re not coming over?” Is the last thing you hear right before you and Irene head out. It’s Momo again, and her eyes are sad as she seems to know exactly what’s going on. “We haven’t had the big sleepover in so long, and I cleaned my house.”

Irene is reading you like the open book you are, and you’re fighting it. You haven’t seen your friends in a while, and you want their attention. You love the fact that they miss you, and you miss them even more, but you don’t crave them like you’re craving her right now.

“I promise next weekend.” You try to plead.

“But I got drinks.”

“A promise is a promise.” Now your pinky is out. The way Momo seemingly gives up on her complaining shows that your promises held weight. She connects her pinky with yours, before lightly caressing your knuckles with her thumb. You don’t think anything if it, but Irene knows, and her eyes are burning holes into her skull.

As soon as the two of you reach the car, you’ve forgotten about the coffee.

With a slammed hand on the foggy window, Irene is in bliss.

“So much for that hazelnut coffee, huh?” She purrs, kissing you once more.

“You still owe me.” You giggle.

“You’re absolutely right.” She’s now crawling down your body, fully prepared to repay you for your victory. More like her victory. She had won, and it was easy. You were easy, and yet she still loved you. She would never let you go, and anybody who got in the way of you two being together forever will feel her wrath.

February 17, 2020 — 2:00PM

“Wait wait, so you’re telling me that I leave for two seconds, and Y/N and Irene are fucking?”

“Not just fucking—fucking dating.”

Johnny and Taeyong were catching up, just as brothers did. After being pulled out of the arcade by Ten, it had been decided that Johnny needed a break from his crew. There was clearly some animosity—rightfully so within the group, and a month break was much needed.

“I didn’t even know Y/N...”

“Exactly.” Taeyong finishes for him, taking an aggressive sip from his coffee. With the slam, some of it splattered on the table. He can’t help but think about how you would immediately clean it up as little things like that bothered you, if you were here that is.

“Well, how do you feel about it?”

“I don’t understand how this happened so quick. I mean, think about how long it took me and Y/N to start dating. We talked for what felt like years before you guys pushed us to make it official.”

“You mean pushed you.” Johnny corrects, sipping his Americano with shade.

“Whatever. I just don’t like it. I mean, this Irene girl just shows up, and takes Y/N away that quick? That quick?”

“I mean, she is fine as hell. Are you saying you wouldn’t be down for that?”

“Can you not be gross for like two seconds?” Taeyong fumes.

“Shh.” The congregation of the library says in unison, causing him to throw his head down in shame.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Month of meditation actually did something I can assure you.”

“I want to look into her.”

“As in, like stalk her? Do you really think you’ll find anything?”

“I don’t want to, but this all happened too coincidentally. I know you think I’m crazy,” a nervous habit formed as a little boy, Taeyong is scratching his elbow like a manic. His rash has appeared, and rash equaled bad news.

“Well, you know I’m on your side. You might be stupid and crazy, but as your best friend it’s my job to make sure you don’t do it alone.”

They weren’t alone, even when they thought they had found a secluded area. She was there, disguised as a typical college girl. She sported a bob that made her look extremely basic, and her ears heard every drip of that conversation. Of course, being the idiots that they were, a bathroom break included them leaving all their belongings on the table.

February 21, 2020 — 12:00AM

“Do I know you?” The blonde girl says in a low voice. She’s scared as she approaches her vehicle. She worked the late shift tonight, and deep down she knew it was a horrible idea, especially when her boyfriend was too drunk to come and get her.

“You don’t need the extra money—I got you, babe.”

But she ignored him.

“No, but I know you.”

“Did my boyfriend sleep with you? Because if you want revenge, I’m not the one you need to be speaking to.”

“What would make you think that?”

“Past trauma.”

“So he’s cheated before.”

“No, past trauma.” She doesn’t know why she’s entertaining this stranger. Maybe it’s because she’s so beautiful. You can’t help but to trust her, even in such a suspicious predicament. I mean, she was leaning on her fucking car like she pays the note. “Are you an addict or something? I barely have anything for myself, okay? Maybe next week.”

“You’re Johnny’s girlfriend, aren’t you?”

“I’m calling the police.”

But Irene snatches her phone from her, slamming it on the ground. The black gloves that cover her hands secure her non-existent finger prints, and the phone shatters.

“Literally what the fuck!” The blonde screams, but it doesn’t matter. They’re in a parking garage and there’s no one here to save her. She tries to run away, but Irene is just too quick. The knife that was behind her back connects to the back of her neck, and she haults.

“This is for your nosy fucking boyfriend, who believes that he can somehow find out about my past and make Y/N leave me. How foolish of him.” She chuckles, letting the blood trickle down her arm.

She’s crying and screaming, but as stated, it’s irrevlant. Irene 2 — Johnny 0.

February 18, 2020 — 9:00AM

“I just...I just can’t believe it. I told her not to work that stupid fucking shift.”

“It’s not your fault, Johnny.”

“Yes it is. If I wouldn’t have been drunk out of my ass, I could’ve saved her somehow—I don’t know. But now she’s gone. I loved her. I loved her so damn much and I was finally pulling it together because of her.”

The rest of you sit on the couch, struggling to find the proper words for such a tragedy. Johnny is sobbing into his hands now, while Ten is rubbing his back gently. Taeyong is off to the side staring into space. You’re familiar with this look. He was thinking heavily about something, but you obviously would never find out what it was. Chungha is sitting on your right, rocking back and forth. Her nails are chopping at her fingers—a clear sign of her fearfulness. Similar to Taeyong, Momo is silent. You expected her eyes to be on you in search of some answers, or silent suspicions, but she refuses.

Finally, Irene is beside you to the left. You didn’t know Johnny’s lover that well, but you knew she was a decent girl. She didn’t deserve this, and you couldn’t even imagine what would it would feel like to lose someone you loved. Anyone sitting in this room. Her frail hand is locked on your elbow while her thumb is trying to soothe you.

“I’m so sorry.” She whispers. Her lips find your shoulder in something sweet and comforting. “Who would do something like this? Did she have an ex boyfriend?”

It takes a minute for Johnny to find a response.

“She did tell me about some guy who began to get a little possessive, so she broke it off. But she never mentioned him coming back.”

“Maybe it was him.” Irene says quietly. You can tell she’s trying not to say too much, as she hadn’t been hanging with the crew for too long. You’re grateful that she’s here for you.

“Let’s just let the police do their job.” Momo finally speaks, standing up from the loveseat she sat on alone. Something is wrong with her, but you’d have to figure that out later.

“Let’s order some food.” You decide, standing up as well. “I know you might now want to eat right now, but it’ll clear you head even if just a little bit. We are all under a lot of stress right now.”

“I agree, babe.” Irene commends, smiling at you sadly.

“Alright.” Johnny sighs. He also rises, but he goes straight into the back of his apartment instead. None of you were worried about him hurting himself. You knew he needed time to let his emotions out, as he was constantly trying to be society’s definition of a man.

Your phone vibrates, and it’s Irene who’s hitting you up.

I think you should check on Momo. Was she friends with her? She just seems really upset and I know how close you two are.

You have to contain the smile that wants to come out for the sake of the situation, but she was so perfect. She didn’t get jealous about anything. And she was so in love with you. It had been too long since you could confidently admit that this wasn’t a one-sided situation.

Your feet are approaching the kitchen softly, trying not to make such a scene. Momo is leaned over the counter at first, but when she sees you she tries to straighten up.

“Hey.” She whispers, preparing for eavesdropping.

“Hey.” You say back.

Why was this so awkward? It was never like this before.

“I just wanted to check on you.”

“I’m fine.”

Which means she’s not. You see her observing your current outfit—yoga pants with a shirt she had bought you years ago covering your body.

“Do you want to talk later?” You offer, putting a tiny smirk on your face remembering that usually made her feel better.

“I think that would be good, actually. I don’t know if we’ll have the time, but maybe when everyone’s asleep?”

“The best thing I’ve heard all day.” You open your arms out, and you know she won’t deny you. She lets out what seems to be all the stress from her week as she lets you engulf her. It had been so long since the two of you were close like this. On your nights where you couldn’t sleep from past thoughts, it was Momo who would come over and hold you until you could.

“I’ve missed you.” She mumbles into your shoulder. “So much.”

“I missed you too. I’m sorry I haven’t been exactly here as much.”

“Irene...I know.” She pulls away at the mention of her name, and it’s odd timing. “Let me just ask you something— as one of your best friends?”

“Go ahead.”

“Don’t you think the two of you are moving a little fast? I mean, we saw the girl for the first time a month ago, and now you’re all committed and in love with her. I’m just concerned.”

She made several points. It wasn’t that you made people wait for you in the past. This whole scenario was just too quick, especially since you had just gotten out of a relationship not too long ago.

“Are you insinuating that I’m not over Taeyong?”

“No.” She’s confident in her answer. “I don’t want you to be with him anyway. He cheated on and is a fat jerk.”

You snort at her last two words, and she’s punching your shoulder lightly even though she’s laughing as well.

“You’re so negative minded.”

“Continue.” You breath out, covering your mouth.

“I just feel like—

The door flies open, revealing Irene on the other side. “Sorry to interrupt, but have you ordered the pizza yet? We’re all starving.”

In reality, she wasn’t in the mood for food. Ten and Taeyong had went to the back to check on Johnny, and Chungha was using the bathroom. She had heard your whole exchange and to say she was pissed was an understatement. Why didn’t you try and defend her? You should have walked out of the room, and straight into her lap the minute the slut tried to question you on something she knew nothing about.

Both of you look like you’ve been caught, and she relishes in that. The fear that is in both of your eyes.

“Yeah I got you.”

That’s all you have to say to her? First, Momo was able to get you to open up that fast, when you hadn’t even revealed to her any details of you and Taeyong’s relationship.

“Or, you can order it if you want. Me and Y/N were just catching up I’m sorry to take her away.” The slut speaks. Her voice bleeds cockiness, even though her face is soft and sweet. She knows that Irene is mad. She’s enjoying it.

“Okay.” Is all Irene mumbles before going back to the living room.

“What was that about?” Momo is looking at you in confusion and fear. She had always had suspicions about Irene. She just seemed too nice—too willing to be everything you needed, when in reality she didn’t fit the role.

Momo had been in love with you since she met you. Your smile, the way you loved everyone no matter their differences, and your seemingly never ending talent of making her laugh. You were magical, but she was okay with being on the sideline. She had done it for two years straight while you were with Taeyong, and even during your nights of crying over she kept it to herself.

She knew keeping it to herself was only hurting her, but she was willing to be hurt for the sake of your happiness as you were happy with Taeyong. She could see how much the two of you loved eachother, and even after everything went down, she didn’t want to stop your journey of loving herself to have to figure out a way to reject her feelings nicely.

“Guess I’ll have to find out later.”

You seem frustrated as your leg is tapping up and down—even though you’re not sitting. Your breathing is getting faster and faster, and she knew this picture. This is exactly how you used to react when Taeyong made you upset, or neglected your feelings.

“Does she know what pizza you like?” She decides on, trying to pick your mood up with her bare hands as you were always able to do for her. She finds herself dancing slightly—her go to when she didn’t know what to do.

“I should probably go find out.” You smack her exposed stomach before walking back into the living room, where everyone has returned. Momo is behind you, and Irene is staring straight at the wall.

“The pizza should be here soon.” She whispers without removing her eyes.

“That’s goo—

By soon, even she didn’t seem to have meant this soon. The door is being knocked on quite aggressively, and all of you are looking at eachother trying to decide who’s going to answer.

“I’ll get it.” You step up. You were always the one in the group who would rise to the things you knew they were scared to do. Before you can even put your hand on the knob though, the banging is coming again, this time even louder. “I’m coming!” You spit full of attitude, and at the same time, everyone but Irene is rising to the occasion to stand by your side. You would always protect eachother—even from the pizza man. Johnny steps infront of you, opening the door himself.

It’s the police, and they don’t look happy.

“Are you Johnny Suh?” The chubby officer questions.

“Uh—yes.” He stutters. “The police said I wasn’t getting questioned until tomorrow.”

“Oh cut the crap.” The other offer says. “You’re under arrest for the murder of Cierra Valdez.” He rips the handcuffs from his belt, and he’s trying to turn Johnny around, but Johnny will never go down without a fight.

“What are you talking about!”

“Get off of him!” You yell, immediately trying to pull him in your direction. Everyone else follows, together more powerful than the police. Johnny is out of their grasp for just a few moments before a gun is pointed towards all of you.

“Drop your hands now!”

“You’re not gonna fucking shoot us!” Taeyong screams. It was the most passion Irene had heard come from his lips, and she was quite entertained. She was entertained by all of this. If you wouldn’t have been letting Momo flirt with you, she would’ve gotten up to shield you, but you didn’t, which is why she’s sitting on the couch in fake shock.

“Y/N get over here!” She yells. She doesn’t even have to wipe the sly smirk off her face as nobody is looking at her.

But you ignore her.

“I didn’t kill her!” Johnny is crying all over again, his whole face soaked in tears. “I loved her. Why would I kill her?”

“Anything you do or say will be held against you.” The Miranda rights are flowing out of the officer like he does this all the time, and now they’re dragging him out. His back is scratching on the cement.

“Y’all have to help me!” Johnny screeches. The whole apartment complex can hear what’s going on, and it’s killing him inside. He didn’t kill the love of his life. He didn’t. “I loved her.” He cried once more. “I fucking loved her!”

Continued

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Hammer of the Gods: Part One

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,484

Warnings: typical supernatural violence, language, angst, blood, you know the usual

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The storm came out of nowhere. One minute it was perfect and everything was alright until the rain started pouring down like it was going out of style. Sam and Dean sat up front like always, but you’re in the back laying down. You’re trying to go to sleep, but it’s hard when you’re having a nightmare. Dean’s still giving you the ice-cold shoulder, and it’s reflecting onto your dreams. Most nights are dreamless, but then you’ll get the ones of your dead child asking you why you threw her away.

The only way you’re ever going to move on from this is if Dean forgives you. And he’s not exactly making it easy for you. You toss and turn as much as you can on the back seat and let out a soft moan.

“Dean,” Sam whispers.

“What?” he snaps, focusing his eyes on the road.

They both hear you suffering back there, and the younger brother took charge to speak about it first.

“It’s been weeks, Dean. When are you going to forgive her?”

“Never… Soon… I don’t know. I can’t forgive something like this so easily. We don’t work anymore. I want it to, but how can it when she’s keeping things from me now?”

“Okay, when are you going to talk to her about it? You’re still avoiding her like the plague.”

“Soon… I don’t know.”

“The only way you’ll move on is if you talk about it and work it out. Yeah, she made a mistake, but you two have been through so much together.”

“That’s the point, Sammy. We’ve been through too much, and she decides to hide it from me? What does that tell you? Am I not father material? Does she not want a kid with me?”

“You know that’s not it.”

“Then why’d she hide it?”

“She was scared.”

“Not good enough,” he shakes his head and ends the conversation. The rain pours harder, and Dean knows he has to get off the road unless he wants to crash. “Find somewhere to stay. We can’t keep driving.”

“Fine,” Sam sighs and takes out his phone.

Even with all the rain, the phone has great service, and he finds a four-star hotel out in the middle of nowhere. It’s suspicious, but Dean doesn’t question a bed and food for the night. It’s about two miles from where Dean is, and he rushes safely over to the hotel. He parks crookedly and gets out, not bothering to wake you. Sam sighs and looks back to see your eyes open.

“We’re stopping for the night.”

“Yeah, I heard,” you sighed and got up.

The rain is coming down so fast that by the time you three enter the hotel, you’re soaked to the bone. The inside of the place looks fancier than you’ve ever had it be. There are a lot of guests roaming around, some at the bar, and others in the dining hall where they’re eating. Two people are at the front desk ready to check in. Every chair is crisp white, chandeliers hang from the ceiling with style, and the colors match the vibe of the hotel: a mixture of light and dark purple and white.

“Whew. Nice digs, for once,” Dean scoffs and heads over to the front desk when the couple leave.

You and Sam follow behind closely, but the man named Chad doesn’t look up from the computer screen. He types fast on the keyboard, faster than you’ve ever seen anyone type. Your eyes narrow in suspicion, but the brothers don’t notice.

“Busy night,” Dean comments.

Chad promptly stops and looks at Dean with a smile.

“Any port in a storm, I guess,” he chuckles and pulls out a clipboard with papers attached to it. “If you could just fill this out, please.”

“Yeah,” he nods and takes the pen to sign.

“Sir, I think,” Chad trails off, motioning to his own neck while looking at Dean’s. He pulls out a tissue seemingly from nowhere and hands it to him. “Shaving nick there.”

“Oh, thanks,” he mumbles and dabs the area to see blood on the tissue.

That’s weird, Dean didn’t shave this morning or as of late. This place is skeevy. Why would such a nice place be out in the middle of nowhere?

“Your key.”

“Hey, you wouldn't happen to have a coffee shop, would you?” Dean asks after he takes the key.

“Buffet. All you can eat. Best pie in the tri-state area.”

“You don't say?” he grins and heads off.

You and Chad stare at each other long enough for Sam to tug at your arm. There is something not right about him, but it’s either too late or you’re too tired to figure it out. You and Sam follow Dean into the dining hall and take a seat. He comes back with a piece of pie and some coffee. Sam’s phone dings, and he checks it without looking at his brother. You sit with your arms crossed, obviously in no mood to eat. The nightmares you’ve been having are brutal, especially when you’ve been sleeping on the couch at every motel. Dean won’t let you sleep next to him anymore, and Sam is too big to fit two people on his bed.

“Sam, unpucker, man. Eat something.”

“We should hit the road, Dean.”

“In this storm?”

“He’s right, Dean. It’s biblical. It’s fucking Noah’s ark out there, and you’re eating pie.”

“How many hours of sleep did you two get this week? Three? Four? Bobby's got his feelers out, okay? We have talked with every hoodoo man and root woman in 12 states.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not giving up,” Sam declares.

“Nobody's giving up. Especially me. We're gonna find a way to beat the devil, okay? Soon. I can feel it. We will find Cas, and we'll find Adam. But you two are no good to me burnt out.”

“Yeah. Yeah, okay,” Sam sighs and gets up to get something to eat.

“Eat something,” Dean orders.

“Not hungry,” you shrug.

“Grow the fuck up and eat something, okay? Otherwise, you’re not on the team anymore.”

“You’re kicking me off the team for not eating? Need I remind you that I’m the one with the fucking witch powers here. Uh, how many times have I saved your ass because of it?” you glare at him.

“Yeah, those same powers that took away our child.”

“Hi, Kettle?” you say with your hand up to your ear in the shape of a phone. “It’s Dean, you’re black.”

“Very mature,” he rolls his eyes.

“Will you two stop it?” Sam hisses when he comes back. “Y/N, he’s right, you need to eat something.”

“No, he’s not. What he is right about is us not working anymore,” you say with tears in your eyes. One leaks down your cheek as you get up. “I’m getting my own room for the night.”

“Y/N,” Sam sighs as you walk away. He looks at Dean with a bitch face because Dean is acting like a bitch now. It’s been weeks and he’s still treating you like you’ve killed his mother. “Dean.”

“What? She needs to eat.”

“You’re unbelievable,” he sighs.

“Why aren’t you bothering her? She’s the one who needs to apologize.”

“She has, Dean. Like a thousand times. You just don’t want to hear it,” he says and gets up.

“Oh, so now you’re siding with her?” he exclaims just a bit loudly.

A few heads turn, but the majority of the people in the room stick to their own business.

“I’m not siding with anyone, but right now, you’re not looking so good. What she did was wrong, yes, but she’s trying to make it right. You’re not even putting in the effort.”

“Whatever,” Dean scoffs and turns back around.

Sam joins you back at the front desk, and when you smell his cologne, you turn to face him.

“They don’t have any more rooms left,” you sigh.

“I’m sorry about him—”

“No offense, Sam, but it doesn’t mean shit coming from you. I don’t know what else to do.”

“You can take my bed tonight. I’ll take the couch,” he offers.

“No, you won’t fit. I’ll be fine,” you shrug.

Just then there is a small sting coming from your neck, and you wince at the pain. You put your finger to the spot and pull away to see blood.

“Oh my, you’re bleeding. Here, have a tissue,” Chad offers and hands you a tissue.

“Thanks,” you trail off, looking at him weirdly.

He chuckles nervously and turns around to help another customer. You dab the area with the tissue until no more blood comes out. Your magic heals up the wound quickly, and it’s gone just like that.

“Come on, let’s get to our rooms and settle in for the night.”

“Okay,” you whisper and follow Sam to the stairs.

Dean is trailing behind, but you don’t look at him once. You understand that what you did hurt him, but he’s taking this too far. It’s one thing to treat you this way, but it’s another to treat you this way without talking to you about it. If only you can get him to sit down and talk about this, then maybe you two can start the healing process.

You approach your room and hear giggling come from down the hall. There is the couple that was at the front desk before you and the brothers. They are kissing and undressing their jackets, showing off that they are very much in love. Seeing them only reminds you that you and Dean are not. You look away hastily and open the door, tossing your bag onto the couch. Sam enters, but Dean shoves his way in and marvels at the place.

It’s very nice, two beds with plush bedding, chocolates on the pillows, Casa Erotica 13 on demand, and everything else to make the place likeable. Is it just you or is this place trying too hard to keep their customers from leaving?

“Wow. Look at this. We're like Rockefellers,” Dean chuckles until he spots the chocolates. “Chocolates! You want yours?”

“Knock yourself out,” Sam answers with a scoff.

“What?”

“This place is the middle of nowhere!” you blurt. “Why would this place look this nice on a deserted highway?”

No one has a chance to answer because the woman next door moans pleasurably. Great, not only will you be sharing this room with Dean, you have two lovers next door. The bed starts to thump on the other side of it, and you and the brothers just stand there awkwardly and wait until either it’s done or something happens. The woman moans once more followed by a loud thump. This thump, however, is more than a bed thumping against a wall. It’s a big enough thump to cause the brick wall to shift and a few bricks to fall out of place. It’s a big enough thump to almost knock the LCD flat screen television off the wall.

“Well that’s not good,” you comment.

Looks are exchanged, and you waste no time rushing out of your room and to the other room with the brothers. The door is unlocked, so you wretch it open to find the room empty. The lights are off, there are no bags to indicate someone was here, and there is no mess. The only thing that is out of place is the bed because the sheets are messed up.

“What the hell?” you mutter and search the apartment.

“Hello?” Dean calls out, and his brother repeats him a few seconds later.

You walk closer to the bed, but you step on something hard. You wince at the sharp pain and move your foot to see a large engagement ring on the floor. You pick it up and show the brothers what you found.

“Something’s not right,” you sigh.

“The front desk should know what’s going on,” Sam declares and leads the way back to the front desk where Chad is.

“Hi, have you seen the couple that are joined at the lips? They are staying in the room next to ours,” you ask him.

He looks at his computer, clicks on a few things, and smiles at you.

“Mr. and Mrs. Logan—the honeymooners? They checked out. Is something the matter?”

“They checked out?” Sam repeats.

“Mm-hmm. Mm, just now.”

“Really? It sort of seemed like they were,” Sam chuckles, “in the middle of something.”

“It’s very weird for honeymooners to check out without this,” you say and hold up the ring.

“Oh, dear. I'll just put that right in the lost and found. Don't you worry,” Chad smiles and takes the ring. “Is there anything else I can help you with?”

“What’s going on here?” you glare at Chad.

“What do you mean?”

“That couple were in their room, and a loud thump occurs prior to their disappearance. A loud enough thump to knock some bricks out of the brick wall. Don’t tell me they checked out because I know that’s not true. Where are they?”

“I’m not sure I can answer that. They checked out,” Chad gulps.

“Come on, thank you for your time,” Sam smiles at Chad who smiles right back.

“I’m onto you,” you whisper just as Sam pulls you away from the front desk.

“Alright, well, I'll scope out the joint, and you two keep an eye on Norman Bates over here. I mean, one night off. Is that too much to ask?” Dean scoffs and leaves on his own.

Of course, he isn’t going to want you to come with him even though you used to do everything together.

“Something isn’t right,” you whisper to Sam as you leave.

You find a spot that allows you to watch Chad without him knowing you’re doing so.

“We’ll figure it out,” Sam says optimistically.

It seems like all night has passed before Chad is on the move. He leaves his spot at the front desk when there are no more customers left at his desk. There are others chatting about, but your eyes stay locked on Chad. You and Sam leave your post and follow Chad with enough distance to hide if he turns around and catches you. He walks through different hallways as if he’s trying to lose you two, and it’s working. You round a corner only to see vending machines and nothing else. Where did he go?

“Ow,” Sam hisses.

“What’s wrong?”

“I think I’m bleeding,” he says and touches the spot with his finger. There is a small cut that you and Dean got earlier.

“How did that get there?” you ask and inspect it.

You heal the wound by swiping your thumb over it and letting your magic dip inside.

“I don’t know.”

“Well, Chad is gone. We should find Dean.”

“Yeah, good idea,” he nods.

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[lucastheunlucky]

latched secret || blanche&luke

Location: Yum!Pizzeria Date/Time: 5/27/20 @harlowhaunted Summary: Blanche takes a lunch at the pizzeria but finds it being cleaned and worked on. Luke gives her pizza anyway (cause this is canon we know it) and they become acquainted over ghost vibes after realizing they share a few of the same friends.

Yum!Pizzeria had been operating okay without him thanks to his wonderful neighbor Mrs. Lee and Orion. But the seventy year old woman really should be retired now, and Luke felt in debt to her for keeping the place open while he healed up. Luke walked into the shop today, leaving the door open to air it out. They were technically closed today, and he had a few people in there today cleaning the place out and deep cleaning every inch of the shop. His left arm was no longer bandaged but stitched up in thick staples and coated in medicine to keep infection out. Lucas was getting a little bit of his mobility back to his fingers, the tendon and nerves were having a hard time connecting even with his accelerated healing. It would be okay though. He was able to hold things now, and that was progress. Luke was sitting at a bench while staff cleaned the place, paperwork spread out as he organized his accounts, and looked over the business expenses while he was gone to be sure everything lined up.

Exhaustion clung to her as she shuffled into Yum!Pizzeria on her lunch break. The paperwork she had been working on for Mercy was left abandoned, waiting for her when Blanche would come back after she had found something to eat. At least she was being good - at least she was remembering to be a person and to eat and to go to work and to just have some semblance of normalcy. Or, as normal as everything could be. The paranoia that the fucking hunter would come back to finish the job on Nell had never left, and Winn was still being a dramatic ass motherfucker and she hadn’t heard from him either. But, as Blanche slid into the pizza joint, she resolved to not think about any of that for the next 54 minutes she had. “Hey, sorry, are you guys not open?” Blanche realized she had been zoning out  and things didn’t exactly look up to snuff. She rubbed her neck sheepishly. “I wasn’t paying attentio - uh?” Blanche frowned. The hairs on the back of he neck were standing up and - oh shit. She ripped her eyes off the man on the bench, looking around for the ghost. Come on, where the hell was it?

“Mhm?” He lifted his gaze from the paperwork, the place clearly in disarray with the chairs up on the tables and people cleaning, if definitely wasn’t open, but the beast could only smile at the other woman. “Technically no,” he said, and nodded to his staff to move towards the kitchen so the cleaning wasn’t so noisy. It had been a help to hire a few more people this week and with group inside to get it clean and redorated, new parts getting replaced or upgraded, Luke was excited to see the changes. The Pizza shop needed to stay for a little bit longer, just until he knew what was going on with Gotch. “But, come here, sit down--” he gestured in, sitting on one of the tables was stacks of pizza’s everyone had been munching on while working. “Take a break, you look tired-- plates are here.” He slid one over. 

“Oh shit,” Blanche said sheepishly. If there was a ghost here, then she absolutely did not want to be here. And she definitely didn’t want to be that asshole customer that came in on closed business days. Except he was shoving a pizza box towards her, telling her to grab a plate while the cleaning crew drifted off into the kitchen and they were alone. Blanche frowned, and realized now that her ghost senses were stronger when she got near the man. Fuck. Was he possessed? Blanche had frozen slightly, unsure what she wanted to do. Well, she knew what she wanted to do, and that was turn, run, and never show her face back here out of embarrassment, and maybe call Rebecca or Cassie to come deal with it. But it didn’t quite feel like he was possessed, and she wished she hadn’t dipped on Rebecca’s lesson. “Are you sure?” Blanche finally said, resigned. “Um, I’m sorry I came in while you guys were cleaning, I just - I’ve been a little out of it.” She gave him a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Um, I’m Blanche, by the way.”

“You do look tired. I get that, we’re closed temporarily this week cause I’m healing up from an injury and taking the time to revamp things a little bit,” Luke tilted his head at the name. Having received multiple texts from Noah about a Blanche deal with a missing Winn. Did Winston or Ariana also say her name? He couldn’t remember well. “Eat up your fill, there are a few different ones in there, new flavors too, so you will get a sneak peak at some new menu ideas. Highly classified.” He joked, and quickly typed a few things down, and then closed up the laptop and leaned back. He actually needed a break himself, he’s been at it for hours, his back creaked from going the other direction. “Hey, can I ask if you know a Noah? He’s trying to be a vet?-- I just feel like I’ve heard about a Blanche in the grapevine of my friends, and you sorta fit the profile. I’m Lucas.” 

“Oh, I’m glad you’re healing up!” Blanche smiled slightly, before doing as she was told and grabbing a slice of pizza. She was too tired to refuse food right about now, and she was admittedly more and more curious about the ghostly presence around the man. She examined Lucas closely as she say down on a bench. He knew Noah? Her eyebrows knit together in concern for just a moment - what had Noah said? Did Ariana or Noah spill what she was to someone? Or did Lucas know Winn. Blanche supposed that she didn’t rightly care if people knew that she could see ghosts anymore, even if there was still a swirl of anxiety in her at the thought of it. She was just too tired to keep the secrecy up. The bad excuses, everything. So finally, she said, “Yeah, I know Noah.” After considering another moment, taking a bite of her pizza and swallowing, she rested her plate in her lap. “Does that mean you know what happened with Winn Woods?” Blanche asked. 

“Ah, it’s nice to meet you then,” Lucas said with a friendly vibe. He hadn’t known if it was her, but relief was easily seen on his face that it wasn’t going to be awkward. “Know what happened? Not entirely— no details, Noah is just mad right now and yelling at me through text so I’m trying to keep a neutral front to it. However, I’m glad you’re fine. It’s the only reason I heard your name, everyone seemed worried about you between the yelling.” Luke got up and pulled out some sodas and a water bottle from the customer fridge and set some down near her to pick what she liked. “I don’t know anything about you though. Just a name. You know how friend circles are. Do you work close by?”

Blanche almost laughed at Lucas when he mentioned that Noah was yelling over text. “He seemed to keep from yelling at me, but he thinks I’m a big ol’ idiot,” she said, gratefully taking the bottle of water with a quieter thank you. “And he’s not wrong, mind you. Winn and I both made stupid decisions, I just… I needed to blow off some steam, you know,” Blanche shrugged, giving him a small smile. She didn’t elaborate. He either knew what Winn was or he didn’t, and now that she thought more about it, she didn’t think Noah would shoot his mouth off about the details. “Yeah I work at Valfrey Investigation Services. I’m the apprentice there,” she explained. “I came into work today and decided to actually take my lunch break.” The feeling hit her again, and she faltered slightly. Shit. “Hey, uh, can I ask you a weird question? You don’t happen to, uh, believe in ghosts, do you?”

Lucas really understood the sheer need to blow off steam and how rationality could be a little fuzzy with it. Wolves were sturdy and Lucas always worried about hurting others on the football field when he was younger because of it. But the loss of control— well. Luke wanted to understand that bit more. “Winn means well. I feel like all his intentions are usually close to being good, but I just met him a few weeks ago so it’s just first impressions from my end. He was there for me though, when I was in a low spot. I don’t want to come at him over it. It wasn’t on purpose, he should say sorry though.” Lucas commented, but noticed her falter. “Eat, eat.” He said a little worried, taking it as being hungry or exhausted. “Sure— of course. Lots of things exist in the world. Why?” 

Blanche waved it off. “Winn’s a good person, but a bit of a bonehead. Clearly I’m not much better. It was both our faults. I’m just a little pissed he ran off, but…” Blanche sighed slightly, shrugging. “He’ll be back. We can deal with it then.” And maybe, hopefully, things will have calmed down by then. With Bea and Nell and Luce… She took a bite out of the pizza when he encouraged her to eat, trying to figure out the best way to put this. Shit, she needed Granny. Then again, Granny was always pushy and in people’s faces. She didn’t give a shit if people believed her or not, just like she didn’t give a shit now about what people thought of her. “I - At the risk of sounding insane,” Blanche said, looking at him apologetically. “I, uh…” Well if he was friends with Winn, then he probably knew about the wolf thing. Blanche decided then to take a risk. “Can see them. And feel them. And I think there’s one... “ Blanche winced. Possession wasn’t the right word, it didn’t look or feel like that. At least, she was pretty sure it didn’t feel like that. “Here.” Blanche finished lamely. She fidgeted anxiously. “Are you feeling okay?” Blanche asked. 

Lucas tilted his head in that puppy dog way that he never could work out of his instinct while she talked. “See them? That might be quite the burden, huh?” Lucas’ brows wrinkled a little bit. He wasn’t overly familiar with ghosts, usually one to fight beasts or monsters that gave him a decent fight. His mind briefly touched on the face he saw sometimes, the young girls, but he had always taken that as trauma with Gotch. When she asked if he was feeling okay, and the almost sweet, concerned delivery Lucas huffed an honest laugh. After weeks of wolves yelling at him, and worrying over him in their aggressive, all in love way, that was the nicest way anyone asked about him. “I’m never quite okay, so you think one is here? Or one with me? I’ll be honest,” he bit the inside of his mouth a little. “I’ve sometimes seen something just in the corner of my eye.” 

Quite the burden. Blanche almost laughed at him, but quickly controlled herself by taking a big swig of her water. Burden was definitely a word for it. She was feeling overly negative today, too, so she could have added on isolating, life-ruining, pain-in-the-ass, relationship-ending, bullshit. But she didn’t. Because that was her being dramatic, and neither of them needed dramatics today. Instead, Blanche shrugged like it didn’t matter. “It could be worse,” Blanche said, giving him a strained smile. Never quite okay. She related to that, but she was curious. She wasn’t used to being believed so easily, thought there was the possibility that he was only entertaining her. “Something like that,” Blanche replied with a frown. “I don’t… see anything. Which is unusual, but I definitely feel something. Do you - Uh, do you experience black outs?” Blanche asked, almost apologetically. It would at least rule out possession. “Lost time? Waking up in places where you’ve never been before, confused? What sort of things have you seen out of the corner of your eye? Or even just when you’re really tired, and think you see something there and it goes away in a blink.”

“No, no blackouts,” Lucas wasn’t entertaining her at all. One to believe usually anything that sounded a bit strange, but also, he was a kind person and didn’t need to make someone feel bad for telling him something about themself. Kinda like Regan and her need to keep sending dead animals to people. A bad feeling was surfacing while she inquired more, and he realized, while he’s always been depressed and suffered with dissociation since he was a teenager because of Gotch, he didn’t always have these extra bits. Maybe it all wasn’t his head being hard on him. “Hmm, alright. I’ll be honest with you, okay? Since you are being forthcoming,” he offered a smile, trying to make sure she wasn’t over concerned about his feelings towards it. “But I have heard whispers sometimes, they tell me to walk away? To just keep going, and going. Sometimes it will catch me while I’m on a roof, and something in my head tells me to walk off the edge. Or travel down a road until I die. I, honestly, just assume I’m having a bad moment mentally. I’m not the best sometimes with stuff? So I just laid down or whatever,” he thought about it more. “The only thing I have seen is sometimes when I’m in a particularly bad state-- I see a little girl just in the edge of my vision. You think that it’s not always been me? Like, maybe something else is there?” 

Blanche listened to Luke closely. There was something in her that had woken up - an old anxiety that wanted to rear its ugly head. How nervous this shit made her. Talking about the dead so easily was supposed to be something that Granny was good at, it was never supposed to just be her thing… Except, it was her thing. This was what she had been born with, and she spent too long trying to convince herself to ignore it or hide it. None of that was going to work now. She could do it with Bea and she could do it with Lucas, and she didn’t have to think too hard about it. Well, probably. She frowned slightly as Lucas told her what these voices were whispering to him, and she tried to nod encouragingly. “A little girl?” Blanche asked, pressing her lips together in a thin line. Could a spirit of a little girl do that? In horror media, Blanche was pretty sure little girls were often projected as bad spirits or demons, mostly because they were creepy and had that horrible high pitched laugh. It could be a malicious spirit, but Blanche wasn’t sure. She just knew that she could feel it, and the longer she explored that feeling, the more she didn’t like it. “I believe you,” Blanche assured him, quickly. “That must be really hard. I’m so sorry,” She wondered if a spirit could really be whispering those intrusive thoughts to him. She considered a moment. “I know a couple exorcists who know more about this kind of thing than I do. Would you mind if I spoke with them? About this situation and tell them what you told me? So I can see if I can help you?”

Lucas nodded to her inquiry about the little girl. At least, that was how he kinda saw her when he saw her, which was difficult being that it was just out of sight. “It’s not, well. It is hard, thank you. But I’ve got practice in that department. Maybe, if this is what’s been making me feel so hopeless-- I’d very much like some help. So, of course. You may ask whomever.” Lucas reassured, and was grateful for it. He wanted to explain that it was challenging to separate the intrusive thoughts from his own bad ones, but Blanche seemed serious, and Lucas would take it as such. “Here,” he pulled one of his business cards out for the pizzeria, and wrote his number down. “Just so you know. I’m not exactly out in the world. I’m in hiding, a little, no--- a lot. So, do me the smallest favors and keep my name close. Especially lately, with--” he waved his arm a little. “The person who did this is, well. Yeh. Still out there.

Blanche listened to his explanation, eyes flicking up to the scar on his head. More questions were on the tip of her tongue, but she refrained. Lucas was in hiding from someone that hurt him. It was a somber reminder of everything that had happened - with Nell and Bea. People could get hurt, whether it was supernaturally motivated or not. “I’ll keep your name close to me. I promise. I understand how important it is to keep people’s safety close,” Blanche said grimly. She nodded, gently taking the business card from him as she stood, since she had finished a slice of pizza, and it was probably time she should get back to work anyhow. But she did pause, grabbing a pen from her purse to write her own number on a napkin, sliding it over to him. “That’s my number too. You let me know if anything else pops up, you can text me whenever or call me or find me online, okay? And leet me know if you see anything so I can ... Figure out what’s going on. Okay?”

Lucas nodded. “Okay, thanks-- and it was really nice meeting you. Putting a face to your name and everything.” He smiled, and politely stood up when she did and accepted the number. 

[myownpersonaldemons]

Self-Tober Prompt 11

Favourite AU

HT!Sans/Reader

SOOOO This isn’t like favourite AU as in my favourite Undertale AU (which is probably Fellswap atm?) but like a favourite just fanfic AU to read. Yknow those tropy things? LOVE EM. This is a coffee shop AU. So. *dabs*

I apologize in case this is shit because I woke up at 4:30 and like I’m dead-ass tired right now.

ANYWAYS! Let’s love us some skeleton!

Being a barista was not something that you had seen for yourself, but it was one of those things where you had been desperate for a job, and they were the first people to respond. It took you a while to warm up to the idea of being a barista but now you were content with the job. Wasn’t the best job you’d ever had, but wasn’t the worst either.

Actually, you preferred the morning shifts. There was always one monster that came in who was so full of energy it was infectious. You learned on your first shift that his name was Papyrus and that he volunteered down at the homeless shelter in the mornings before going to his day job as a librarian assistant! He was always so excited about his work, and he’d chat up all the barista’s all the time.

Unfortunately, you were on the late night shift, and you were grumpy about it.

It wasn’t for any particular reason. You just were grumpy.

Oh well, sometimes that’s life.

“AH!” Papyrus’ loud voice boomed out your name after the exclamation, entering the practically dead coffee shop (you really didn’t understand why it was open so late, it was never busy after 7, but it stayed open until 10). You straightened up from where you were slouched against the counter attempting to convince your coworker to lick something that had fallen on the ground.

“Papyrus, what brings you here so late?” you asked, a genuine smile on your face overriding the customer service face that you normally had plastered on.

“I Told My Brother About This Lovely Café! Meet Sans,” he said, before stepping aside and gesturing to a monster you had no idea how you hadn’t noticed before. He was massive. Taller than you (not as tall as Papyrus though), and wide as well. Which was why you were astounded that you didn’t notice him beside Papyrus. Then you noticed Papyrus doing jazz hands at his brother, who had turned his one lit crimson orb towards his brother.

“Pfft,” you giggled at the scene, “Well, welcome! Papyrus has told us lot’s about you,” you said warmly to his brother. “What can we get for you?”

You did have to do your actual job after all.

Papyrus ushered his brother closer to the counter and then started animatedly talking about the different options that he had tried over the past couple months he’d been coming. He decided that he was going to have the apple cinnamon latte, and a scone to stay! His brother glanced over at him before shrugging and saying, “i’ll take the same.”

His voice was much deeper than Papyrus’ but he spoke very softly, a strange combination. You nodded, glancing over at your coworker to see that he was staring at Sans with a slack jaw look. Instantly, your brow drew together and you cleared your throat. “Uh…did you get that?”

“Huh?” he asked, eyes not leaving Sans.

“Two apple cinnamon lattes,” you repeated, shooting him a tense smile, “to stay.”

“Oh…okay, got it,” he said, snapping out of whatever state of thought he was in and hurried to prepare the teas for them. You sighed softly, trying hard to keep it soft enough that neither Papyrus nor his brother heard before turning towards them again.

“What scone would you boys like?” you asked, jerking a thumb towards the display case. “It’s late so unfortunately we’re limited and they’re not as fresh as this morning.”

Papyrus waved a hand in dismissal but then placed a hand over his hip and stared intently at the scones on display. Sans, on the other hand glanced over at you, “what do you guys do with the leftovers?”

“Hm? Leftovers? Oh you mean, what’s left at the end of the day? Our boss normally takes them either to the homeless shelter if there’s substantial leftovers or he let’s us take them home,” you said, and gestured over at the display. “Years ago apparently they were just thrown out, but like…it’s perfectly good food even if it’s a bit stale the next day. I mean when your…” you stopped talking as your coworker placed down the cups of hot tea on the counter. One of the cups hit the edge of the counter, causing him to drop the cup splatter the hot latte all down the side of your leg.

“Shit!” your coworker blurted out, and you covered your face with your hands.

He had been working here longer than you had, and you had never seen him fuck up like this. You took a deep breath, counting to five to try to save face. The side of your leg stung from the hot water, and you slowly lowered your hands. “Mind taking over?” you said, staring hard at the ground. Your coworker stammered out an apology and then begged you to stay, but you strode straight into the back room.

After screaming into your arm, checking to see if it was a serious burn (it wasn’t just reddened skin), you dabbed away at the latte soaked pants before walking back out front. Papyrus and Sans were sitting at one of the tables, and you caught Sans’ eye. You gave a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes before striding over to your coworker.

“So, mind telling me why you’re all…” you whispered and gestured towards the freshly mopped floor. He winced.

“I know….I’m sorry. It’s just….he gives me a weird vibe is all,” your coworkers whispered, eyes glancing over your shoulders.

“Why?” you asked, trying to keep your voice level and quiet, “I don’t get a single ‘weird’ vibe from him and I’m normally the person who gets uncomfortable around strangers.”

Your coworker shifted awkwardly, “it’s his…eye.”

“What about his eye?” you demanded, and you saw your coworker was constantly growing more and more uncomfortable so you huffed quietly.

“It just…Papyrus’ eyes move around, his doesn’t. Just stays focused. It’s creepy,” your coworker dropped his voice even further down. You huffed a bit louder.

“I gotta write an incident report,” you grumbled, and your coworker grabbed your arm.

“Please don’t,” he begged, “it was my fault. I’ll finish all the closing duties if you don’t.”

“What if it turns out worse than it is?” you demanded, “I want compensation so I’m going to go and write this report, and then I’ll help you close. Just…did you at least apologize to them for fucking up?”

He shook his head, and you stared at him in disbelief before pinching your nose. God, kill you now. You turned on your heel and went into the back to print off the incident report, and then you stomped back out front, turned the sign on the front door to closed, and then took some calming deep breaths before heading over to Papyrus and Sans.

“So, I uh-“

“ARE YOU ALRIGHT?” Papyrus interrupted immediately. His brother’s eye light widened a bit when you glanced over at him briefly before smiling, a genuine smile.

“Yeah, just a light burn nothing major. Uhm, but I was talking to my coworker and he said he didn’t apologize to you guys for messing up there. So I-“

“nah,” Sans shoved the last bit of scone into his mouth, “you don’t need ta apologize for him.”

You froze, apology dying in your throat, “Oh?”

Papyrus’s full attention was on his brother, and you saw a fond smile on the taller ones face.

“s’not your fault,” Sans said with a shrug, “don’t see why you gotta apologize.”

“B-Because?” you stammered, suddenly feeling like you were being confronted.

Sans gestured to the chair beside him. “ya gotta write something?”

You nod slightly, and he gestured to the chair again. For a moment you glanced at his brother before exhaling and sitting down. Papyrus immediately brought the conversation back into more comfortable waters as you scribbled down the last bit of the incident report. Sans punned a few times, sometimes a bit delayed, but that just made you snort and then cover your face in embarrassment to Sans delighted chuckling and Papyrus’ sighs of exasperation. It was delightful, and then Papyrus was gushing about Sans’ love for rocks, and the moment you got him talking about that? Whoooooo boy. You were amazed by how enthusiastic he was about them, and you mentioned a couple of gems and rock types you liked and he went into detail that had you nearly forgetting to fill out your paperwork in favour for just listening to his deep voice talk.

Once you were finished up your report, you reluctantly told them that the shop was closed, and had been for a bit. Papyrus was appalled that he had overstayed his welcome, and Sans just shrugged and said that someone would’ve told them that they had if they wanted them to leave.

You refused to correct Sans to say that some retail store employees will in fact get in trouble if they tell a customer to leave, even if the store has been closed for forty five minutes.

As you let them out, you gently reached out and placed a hand on Sans’ arm. It startled him a bit, but he relaxed once his eye light landed back on you.

“Hey…uh, I know this is really…werid, but uh…can I…maybe get…your number?” you stammered out, “actually that was really werid. I’m sorry uh, have a good night-“

Sans pulled out a cellphone and held it out towards you. You froze for a moment, until he gently poked your shoulder with it, then you snapped out of your surprise with a blush and entered your phone number and name into it. When he took it back he read your name out loud, and then grinned at you.

“thanks a latte for being so cool,” he winked at you. His brother groaned.

“It Would Make More Sense To Say Hot In This Scenario, Brother. As Your First Meeting With Her Was Met With A Burn,” Papyrus said, but you could hear the distinct teasing voice of a brother who knew more than he was letting on.

Sans snorted, “yeah, you’re the best, bro.”

Papyrus smiled and placed a hand on his brother’s back. “So! When Are You Going To Ask The Human On  Date?”

You blushed. Sans blushed before elbowing his brother in the ribs. “papyrus!”

“What! You Said She’s Cute!” Papyrus grinned, “Then Got All Upset That She Didn’t Smile As Much After Her Injury.”

Sans ran a hand down his face, refusing to look at you. You cleared your throat lightly, “so uh…I’m totally flattered and all, but I do need to close the store…so…just text me? Or call…whatever!” you blushed, but a smile easily stretched over your face. “Even if it’s not for a date and just to hang. I mean, if you want. Or not…okay, uh…goodnight!”

You waved, and hurried back into the store and covered your face with your hands. Forgetting entirely that they could still see you. Your coworker looked at you in confusion, but you waved him off.

You grinned as you climbed into your car fifteen minutes later to see that you had a text from Sans. A stupid knock knock joke that had you giggling stupidly. There had been a tiny spark between you and Sans…and you wanted to see where it would go.

[aggresivelyfriendly]

Umbria

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A halene drabble in the Italian sunlight.

“Umbria”

"What are you doing this weekend?" The text comes through from a known number very late on a Tuesday night a month after tour ends.

Helene's mind starts racing. He said he wanted to do that with her in Paris, she is in Paris.

Is he coming to see her?

She would love to see him. It's only been a month. It's been a whole month.

He didn't say much in LA, just rocked her socks off, mentioned doing it again, or at least wanting to, and then she got on a plane and posted pics for him that were so bittersweet it was like drinking real hot chocolate in Mexico. She's trying to think of  a response. Something funny, and that lets her appear available but not desperate.

If those merde gray dots didn't appear every time she would just write something out and then erase it until it sounded right. But before she can decide between, 'Nothing set in concrete', or 'you?' another message pops through. He had his grey dots turned off, how did he do that? That was handy!

"Come to Italy?" he put a winky emoji at the end, so she flirted back.

"Bologna?" she had major nostalgia for Bologna, vibed herself to oblivion with her face in her comforter to remember the feeling.

"No, we've done Bologna. Let's try Umbria..." her heart raced. He wanted to kiss her everywhere, everywhere it seemed. But-

"Why Umbria?"

"I have a job for you." Her boss man, former/current lover sent. Oh, she deflated, a job. Well, things had been quiet, not really, but certainly in comparison to the whirlwind her last nine months had been.

"Ok, how do you want me to book the flight, what exact dates?'"

"Already booked it." She'd be pissed, but she knew somebody else had done it at his nod. He'd pitched an idea, nobody had a better one, or big enough balls to counter him, he got a yellow light from her, nod, boom, done.

In some ways it was very good to be Harry Styles, in others it was a lot of pressure. But he was easing into himself as he was allowed to be just that, himself, and follow his own lead, build his own brand.

She'd watched it over the course of tour, him stepping back from social media and his sex appeal and his cheek to find it again, anew, as he got more comfortable. And she got to be his eyes, or lens. It was a rush.

A rush she'd been missing acutely. That's what had been missing. Something was playing on the back of her mind most days. She also may miss the family they had all become, the Harry Styles Circus. Full of freaks and music geeks, all kind and lovely, from the top down.

She was always gonna go to Italy.  So she'd better get herself together, her go bag was empty right now, she had nothing for a few weeks when her next tour picked up. It needed to be stocked. Maybe slightly differently than her average weekend job.

As she packed, well, it was still hot in Italy she assumed, and he said weekend, and work, but gave her very little details, so she slipped in a few things, her trainers, trackies, a tank. And also a few sundresses, some lacy pink things. In case.

She'd let it be known she wanted him, but follow his lead. Helene loved being on his lead.

A lot could happen in several weeks though. She'd been busy, dated, been dicked, been disappointed. That was down to Harry, too. As her life had sorta revolves around him for a while, and her pussy seemed to want to too.

Henri was a frequent partner. Safe, fun, no drama. She'd come back from a disappointing date and called her fall back friend. They were both casual about it and could hook up and remain friends. They'd been doing it since art school. It had always scratched her itch.

But, his eyes were blue, a pretty blue, and he didn't have dimples, and his dirty blond hair was straight and though she'd always loved his body, he was softer than she'd like, and bulky above her.

His dick too. It didn't feel like it used to. Like more than enough. She didn't come, and dammit, she expected to now.

Harry might have ruined her.

She knew no other tour would feel as crazy beautiful while also family fun after that one- but she didn't know he'd risen other expectations too.

Helene impatiently waited for Italian summer.

The flight was so quick, she was stumbling off the plane before she'd finished her glass of wine. And there was a man with a placard with her name. She got the hotel without an agenda though. There had been in the past a printed itinerary at the desk or in her email. Neither were present. Helene was alone in an unknown place, with no work yet, so she did what she always did, grabbed her camera, her wallet and walked.

Umbria had been idyllic from the air, Perugia awaited and promised to be a treasure. The city felt like a fortress, there on a hill with its stone walls. They must be hiding goodies behind all those rocks. She was gonna find them.

The streets were old, cobbled, like the oldest parts of Paris. Her trainers were a good choice, any kind of heel and she'd be on her ass. And walking the medieval streets were a good choice too, she wouldn't even want to be in an cab, definitely not a Nike. She'd have to tell Harry. No handy face masks in Italy though when forced to walk. But the smells and tastes might be hindered by a mask. Those were golden.

And she found treasure, red gold in a tiny wine shop. She bought a bottle to ship to Mitch and Sarah. He'd love it. And a bottle for herself since she already loved it. She'd have a glass now. Helene didn't save experiences. She tried to live them as the came. Take the picture now, eat the eclair, drink the wine, fuck the boss. These were her raison d'etre. It's how she found herself alone in Umbria on two day's notice.

And there was a lot to find to capture momentarily in Umbria. Beauty in the air, literally. The light glowed. The air here danced, the sun was a presence, everything had a golden hue.

Whatever she was shooting would be like a constant golden hour, less filters and fiddling needed. It made her excited.

She took so many pictures come for herself, waited on Instagram. Was flipping through them as she walked into the hotel.

"Helene!" She heard Jeff's voice go up and her feet picked up speed quickly. Where Jeff was Harry was, or vice versa. Almost always.

"Jeff!" She kissed his cheeks and he bear hugged her, and he caught her looking for Harry immediately.

"He's already up in his room, this is kinda an incognito trip for now. We don't want too many people to know where we are exactly. Did he tell you that?" Jeff knew she liked her instastories.

"No, but I was using the big guns, the light is so pretty here. I didn't really use the phone, or take any video. I was caught up, lucky." She smirked and he smiled back.

"So what are we being sneaky about?" She asked when Jeff got distracted handling some logistics.

"Well, Harry's got this Gucci thing."

Helene made a face, then what was she here for? Gucci would have contracted their own photog.

"You're here because Harry requested you for behind the scenes stuff, in case he wants to use it for his next, who knows, he seems to have an idea." Jeff was good at mind reading, face reading.

Part of Helene hoped the idea was to fuck her in a new place, but it would be weird to be paid for it. Not so weird she wouldn't do it, but strange.

"I'm gonna go to my room, what's the plan for dinner?"

"Harry mentioned he wanted to sleep," they both chuckled, or course. "so I may go out, may just do room service."

"K, if you want company?" She said while she headed to the stairs.

"I'll give you a shout."

Her room was lovely, and she ran a bath to ease all the muscles from climbing the hilly streets. Once she was out, she stepped onto her balcony in her robe, she loved a good hotel robe and caught sight of curly hair and wind of garlic from the next one over. She and Harry shared a wall. He was leaning out over the balcony watching the sun go down and Helene pulled her phone from her pocket and took a picture.

By the second one, his neck had lolled around and he was looking into her lens. He wasn't smiling, not even a smirk, his lips gaped just a bit and a slick of wetness caught the light.

She caught that on camera too.

When she put the phone down, slid it against her hipbone to find the square pocket of the robe she hadn't tied tightly, she kept her eyes on him. His dimples grew then as he smiled at her and she was sorry she had put the phone away.

He looked dreamy in the Umbrian light.

"Hiya Helene, have a nice bath?" He smirked then, let his hot eyes slide over her chest, if it wasn't already red, she was sure it was now.

"Oui, it's a really big tub, you seen it?"

"Big enough for two?" His cheek heated hers.

"Not sure."

"We could test it? If you wanted..."

"Think we'd make it that far?" Helene moved her shoulders back, felt wind caress a nipple.

He looked down. "No."

"I bought a bottle of wine at this beautiful shop. I could show you tomorrow."

"Or you can come over right now. We can drink it after our bath." He bit his lip. And hers parted.

"I just had a bath."  She reminded him.

"It's a ruse, I want you to come over so I can take off your robe, Helene." His hand ran over his baggy track pants, her eyes followed, they'd lingered on his face, it was enough to wet her thighs. "Bring the wine and yourself, leave the robe if you're brave enough."

If she was brave enough? She was plenty brave. She undid the poor robe and relaxed her shoulders down. She wondered how she looked in the light.

"Don't move." He pulled his phone out and her back arched. He looked at the screen. "Now come."

She almost did.

Helene turned around and grabbed the bottle of wine and her key, carried them in one hand so she could knock.

There was no need. He had the door open and an impressed look on his face. "Ballsy!" he said with a wiggle of his mouth.

She looked at his crotch, "you'd know."

He canted his chin to the side. "Can I say what an absolute pleasure it is to see you, Helene."

Her nipples hardened to diamonds, round cut, from his gaze. Her knees were drunk. "Yeah, boss man, you're a sight for sore eyes."

"Hopefully sore thighs too." And he reached out and caught her hand and pulled her to him. His other hand caught the long hair at the back of her neck and cushioned her press against the door. He tasted like Italy, like basil and decadence and she lifted a naked leg to wrap around his clothed body. He leaned back from her and his chin caught her mouth, she opened her lips over it and he kissed the tip of her nose. It was a sweet moment before he picked her up so fast she was lightheaded.

He eased back on the couch and spread her body over the top of him. With her lips against him, her toes barely passed his knees. The immediate groping grip over her ass and his hands splitting her thighs around his hips had her forgetting how unequally they matched in height. Because the way his bulge swelled to fill the negative space between her thighs was all that was important right now. He rocked her over his hips and she unbuttoned his shirt hastily.

"Don't rip the Gucci!" He cautioned with a twinkle in his eye.

"Alessandro will give you more tomorrow," She thumbed his bottom lip.

He bit it and said, "there are these grey trousers I want."

"Harry, can we take off your trousers instead."

"Oui!" He pushed down his pants, put his fingers in her mouth which she dutifully licked, wet his tip, and spread her open. She slid down with the help of the grip he'd resumed on her cheeks.

"Ugh!" She got out when she got over the tip, raised back up over the snap of it. Tucked her hips to brush her spot inside.

When she tried to do the shallow penetration a third time, Harry shook his head, "uh-uh." and used the hands full of ass he had to push her down to the last inch.

"Fuck!" She clenched at the fullness and had barely adjusted around it when he set her rocking.

"C'mon, Helene. Take it."

Her response was to make him sit up, so she could lean back with a grip on his neck and use his hold to ride him at a gallop. "Like that?"

"Yeah, that's fucking perfect. Too perfect!" He stopped her pace. He grunted and let her bounce over him until he suddenly grabbed her hips to still them. "Hmmm, M'gonna come like that."

"C'mon, Harry, take it," She bit his bottom lip, licked the indent.

"What's gotten into you?"

"All of you, apparently!" God, he was fun in bed.

"Yeah, can you handle more?"

She narrowed eyes at him and he laughed.

Harry unseated her and slid her over his face. The full flat tongue over the ripe redness he'd exited made her pull up. That was a lot of sensation. He'd just pulled her down onto his tipped tongue, seemed to have no qualms with her motion putting his mouth at back door level. The wiggle of his tongue and the slide over her perineum and up under her hood made her shiver. "Like that!" She begged and he gave her a couple more head waggles, before splitting his fingers to fill both empty places and sucking her to orgasm.

"Fuck, fuck! Yes!" He had the craziest hit rate, she always came with him. No wonder everybody else previously adequate was now lacking.

She was still shaking when he slid her over his weeping erection, and she whined when he passed her over it a couple times, responded by gripping his hip, then got hold of his cock to angle it up, so he couldn't graze her sensitive clit again. She needed to get him inside again, that she could take.

He laughed at her move.

"Fuck you!"

"Be my guest, love." He challenged, and she leaned her body back, grabbed his knees and didn't stop when he needed her to. Just fucked him and her to completion at a rough deep rock. She'd have laid back over his legs when her arms went out had he not caught her.

The bath was big enough for two.

And the wine was so good he wanted her to show him where she bought it after the shoot the next day. "I want more of that when I don't need to worry how I'll photograph for it!"

She'd agreed to see him wine drunk and silly.

And the next day, after seeing his softer side, arms full of baby animals and her eyes full of hearts, Harry got the grey trousers and they took them for a walk around Perugia.

He did look lovely in the light, and she knew he'd noticed that she hadn't worn panties just by the look he cast down her lens. Her thighs'd be wet from it alone, let alone the hand full of rings she'd felt the clink of on her ass yesterday afternoon, but the smirks and smug look he kept giving her when she took his pictures were making her ready to find an alley, bench, streetcorner, side walk cafe table, wherever. He looked as ready too.

Her suspicion was confirmed when after a stiff breeze as she was walking in front of him in her sundress, she'd heard him groan. He'd caught up to her, his hand coasting over her ass cheeks beneath the fluttering hem.

She'd copied his signature smirk. And he'd gaped.

The next hour was a game of grab ass she loved. When they were anywhere near cover, his hand was up her dress, and she was skating away out of reach.

"Hands to yourself, boss." She'd tsked.

"Nope, don't wanna." He'd pinched her cheek then, the right low one.

Helene turned her back and brush her back against his front, but took off before he could get his hands on her.

Every time he got close, she let him touch, or she'd get close and cope her own feel, leave herself open to his hands, beringed fingers.

He got one between her legs in the back on the wine shop and she stepped on his vans to stop him. Bit her lip to keep from moaning.

Harry had them open the bottle and they gave him glasses, because he'd shipped 10 bottle, their entire stock to the azoff's and Winston's and his mum.

He'd asked where a good private place to enjoy it and a view was too.

He was boiling when they found the isolated picnic table. But he'd sat down so she could get his magnetism on film.

Taking the picture had her rolling and popping too.

The wood table top was low, but Harry hardly complained when he had to stay in a squat to get the right angle. All that exercise had to have another benefit.

She was the happy recipient.

She'd remember Umbria for more than just the light.

She'd be taking splinters home with her.

[likeabulletyoucanhurtme]

Another horror film... Fender Bender

I decide what to watch films from listicles and stupid articles posted from facebook. I decide to do reviews/re-action blogs/liveblog posts, not because of the film but just if I have time/effort to put in. The Wikipedia entry for this film make it sound like a modern day slasher film/tribute. I like those films, Halloween, Nightmare On Elm Street, Scream etc, so let's hope this is a worthy successor. Ominous repeated music, not quite the Halloween piano but building tension Woman pours a tiny glass of wine, pauses, and then fills up the glass. Nice. Why is she wearing her housecoat from the bedroom to the bathroom? You live alone there's no need to be shy...or was that just for the censors? Closing the door when getting into the bath. Even when we know we are alone (or at least we think we are) then we still need to close the bathroom door for privacy. Wonder why? Too many bubbles in this bath so for those looking for a quick peek you'll be disappointed She drys one hand to pick up her phone but uses both to type her text, surely this will still get her phone wet? Also her fingers look too wrinkled for her to have just sat down in the bath, but that's just continuity and was probably the 20th take or something The texts are from her "Fender bender friend", woo movie title is mentioned! Her keyboard makes typing sounds. Does anyone still have that? Do we not all just mute it and have our phones on constant silence? He told her to enjoy the bath. Definitely freaking out now. I guess this is gonna be more of a stalker than a whodunnit The bathroom door just creaked open. I get its to add to the tension but hes not on the direct other side of the door so that was what, wind? She goes downstairs (in her housecoat) and one of the windows is wide open. Now surely if you're a psycho killer sneaking into someones house, you'd shut the window after you to avoid detection. Or at least I would...or I will now... Now she's given up on her bath and pulled the plug. Poured half her wineglass down the sink but didn't rinse it so thats a waste of a good glass AND gonna leave a stain She got into bed and the dude was literally lying in her bed like how did she not realise someone was there before she got in? And what kind of plan is that, to lie in their bed? Now she's out and halfway down the stairs before he's even got out of the covers! Also, what kinda gimp mask is he wearing? She tries to get out of the window she closed earlier and gets caught halfway. No fight. No resistance. Just screaming. Poor show. Three stabs from his weird knife thing but not a lot of blood spray or gore. Guy just put his change slowly on the counter at the petrol station. Customers like that are dicks. Give it to him in his hands! Girl's facetiming her friend, crying in the car as her bf and random cheerleader slut are on a date. Fuck him! Dry your eyes girl, you can do better! Andy (cheating bf prick) sees Hilary (crying gf) in the car and runs over saying the cheerleader doesn't mean anything. Hope she heard that and they both leave you, asshole She stops and The Driver (as the credits called him) hits her and causes the accident. He's lucky that shes not been paying attention or she'd realise he's been following her all the way. A more observant victim and you'd be in trouble mister, not a good serial killer plan really He calls her a virgin cause its her first accident, like if I didn't know you were a killer I'd still think you're a creepy dude It's her mum's car and it has a DNCEMOM personalised licence plate, maybe the car deserved to be scratched! She got in the car to get her information and I wonder what would have happened if she'd just drove away then and there? I also wonder if he gives over the real information to his victims. I guess there's no reason why he should, but I bet he's so full of himself that it probably is his right name. Now she's driving away and facetiming with her obviously-gay-best-friend... now I'm sure if I was just in an accident I'd be driving extra carefully and not keep looking at the phone screen every two minutes! Back home and her mum says she almost called the police because she was missing. Bit of an over-reaction; when your licenced daughter and your car are both gone it's not rocket science. Hilary has dance trophies - ok so the licence plate is justified, that still doesnt make it right Her dad says shes not to leave the house for any reason over the next day while they go on a trip, guess she's limited with hiding places when the driver comes for her later. Ok so you're not going on the trip with them Hil's but still - YOU HAVE AN EMPTY! Get over your boyfriend with a tub of ben and jerrys and wine... maybe keep a knife handy too, k? The car insurance woman is called Davidson. That's not a name, that's a surname! Oh ok apparently she's friends with the car insurance people and it's Mrs Davidson. Why would you answer the phone with your last name tho, that's just confusing? And who's on chatty minor-life-details-sharing basis with their insurance providor? She notices the drivers car going round her house-nows the time to get a big knife and carry it with you everywhere you go! I wonder if the phone number she gave the providor actually works? And who would answer? Hilary take your shoes off before you lie on the bed! You're just getting the place dirty! Her bear is called Harry Manilow...I'm sure barry is very proud Hilary's bedroom still has glow in the dark stars on the walls. I like it. She gets a txt saying sorry about today and she thinks its her ex. Surely you'd have his number saved? And there'd be a message history? He's calling himself a "fender bender friend" again, like this is not how you meet people. Especially when you're at least 12 years older. You don't need to be creepy with people before you kill them mate Her phone makes the noise when she's typing too, omg why? He's mentioned her parents leaving in another car, like obvious warning sign, do you like your victims to be scared first before you attack? At least he can't hide in her bed cause Hilary's not left hers yet Also once he's killed them I hope he deletes their message history because itd be pretty easy to track him down if not. There's a package left on top of her mums car that she was driving. Nope. Fuck that. You can get it in the morning. Leave it alone Hilary! The package was a cake that said sorry - could be from him or the ex, not sure I'm guessing he sneaked in while she was getting the package but seriously if he's in her bed I'm gonna start calling him the bedspread killer and not fender bender. Nope he's not, thank god. Well, not yet at least. Nice slow artistic panning camera shot...of Harry Manilow. Now she's going for a shower. No free nudity shots though you pervs Back in her bedroom she sees her phones been moved, and the last photos on if were her in the shower...nows time for that big knife Hils Instead, she's went back to the bathroom just to see, as if she doesn't know what her own bathroom looks like in pictures There's muddy footprints outside the bathroom but not anywhere else in their clean whitetiled house Ok so not a knife but shes got dressed and now has a baseball bat - its a start :) She's shouting out who's there though, like he's gonna actually answer her... Ok now it's her obviously-gay-friend and unnamed-blonde-lesbian-vibe friends from earlier. They have pizza :) That doesnt answer for who took the shower pictures though... Obviously-gay-friend says he took a picture of himself on the toilet "for shits and giggles" yeah cause thats a normal thing to do... Obviously-gay-friend is confirmed as gay, ha! He wants dessert but they havent actually eaten anything. Like no time lapse or anything. Full slices of pizza sitting right there untouched. Not impressed dude Obviously-gay-friend trying to defend creepy older man txting Hilary saying maybe there's some decent people left in this world. Sorry to disappoint you but nope, he's genuinely creepy Unnamed-blonde-lesbian-vibe confirms they didn't take pictures of Hilary in the shower Andy's at the door, drunk and being a prick. But he has muddy boots so maybe it was him taking the shower pictures? Hilary stays firm, smashes a vase and threatens him - you go girl! Aim for the head next time! The driver catches Andy at his car and kills him with the knifey thing. Three blows, one obviously in the head but again a distinct lack of blood splatter :( Ah well he deserved it. And also was he gonna drive away drunk? Did he drive drunk getting there? Driver might've actually saved more lives by killing him Obviously-gay-friend says although he's a stalker and creepy its a shame to let the apology go to waste - yeah fuck him eat the cake! She gets a phonecall from Mrs Davidson at the insurance place - like its obviously really late at night now - what you doing? Go home! Ok so the information The Driver gave Hilary was from the woman he killed at the start, just changed the first name. And that person reported as dead yesterday so this is the very next day. He moves fast. There's a powercut and suddenly he's in the middle of their living room just standing there chilling with his bloody knife. He smashes Hilary's phone before chasing them - takes care of the pictures and creepy txts I suppose, but still there's a trail with the insurance company and with her service providor if the police were to look Both gay friends who ate the cake feel ill - obviously drugged. Hilary takes obviously-gay-friend down some stairs and the rest of their house looks like its still being built because reasons. unnamed-blonde-lesbian-vibe's hiding under Hilary's bed, the driver walks around the bed then lies down beside her until she notices like why does he like lying beside people? He couldve pulled her out by her feet and saved himself the hassle! Rachel. Blonde-lesbian-vibe is now named! He trips up and she almost hits him over the head. He's not an invincible killer-if she wasnt drugged he'd have been in trouble He stabs her and she goes through a window-increasing likelihood of a neighbour hearing that or hearing her scream in the driveway. Not a good plan. All you serial killers, keep your victims in the house if possible to avoid detection Now he has to go outside to finish her off - lot of avoidable hassle He drives the car over her-messy. And I don't get why she didn't roll out of the way. Obviously-gay-friend's real name is Erik, but I'll stick to obviously-gay-friend He seems to be taking his time to search through an empty room of plastic sheets and only two other doors. I don't know if hes trying to build the tension and freak them out or if he just cant see because of that mask He leaves via the other door somehow and Hilary starts talking and moving, like no - stay hidden until he actually leaves ffs! Theyre heading for the same exit The Driver took, seriously? The Driver stabs obviously-gay-friend and finally there's a whole lot of blood. Took them long enough! Blood from his neck has somehow got on the back of his hand and dried into the shirt - continuity people! Hilary goes outside and finds Andy hung from a railing/fence - not subtle at all! The Drivers now back in his car and chasing Hilary around slowly - because reasons Rachel's also been hung on a fence in a different area for reasons which will be unexplained. It's like he wants to get caught. Hilary looks like she's now decided to fight - you go girl; you'll probably win, he's easy Finally grabs the big knife I've been telling her about She stabs him and he drops his bladed thing - TOLD YOU IT'D BE EASY!! She pours petrol over him though, and tries to light a match, when shed be easier just to keep stabbing him Hits him with a crowbar AND KEEPS HITTING HIM WITH THE CROWBAR - YES! GO FOR IT! She hits him again while they're walking outside - maybe the whole creepy txts and drugged cakes are to scare the victim to make up for his own inadequacies as a killer Looks like he managed to cut her arm but there's no blood or show of pain so maybe he missed? She sits in his car and notices on the roof inside is licences of all the other girls he's killed. But how has he managed to get away with it for so long? He's sloppy, and messy, and not that good a fighter. She throws the cigarette lighter at him and sets him on fire - but really she was doing so much better with the crowbar tbh. Takes him a good while to remember to stop drop and roll - if he did that first she'd have been fucked - stupid plan, but stupider killer She's going to get a phone from his pocket when what she should really be doing is hitting him with that crowbar first to make sure he's dead Also - I thought he smashed her phone earlier... Hilary's went inside to her bedroom like what the hell girl, phone the police! Oh yeah, house phone died earlier with Mrs Davidson. But yeah mobiles not really working either She looks out and he's not lying outside where he should be. Told you - shouldve kept at it with the crowbar He's watching her and she just backs away saying no - where'd your fight go? You can take him! Nah shes just a scared mess now, shame. He cuts her knees and we have blood! More blood from her legs than from the first victim... He says her life's meaningless but her death will be legendary. Not really getting a motive here are we? He's getting changed in Hilary's bedroom - leaving a whole lot of trace DNA and evidence everywhere And now he's using her shower - I tell you how this guy gets away with anything is beyond me, All the dead kids are in their own cars in the driveway, while he drives off - now with the DNCEMOM licence plates on his car. They're still not acceptable. Ahh so the money he uses for petrol is what he's stolen from his victims. Still doesn't explain why he didn't just hand it to the guy, dick

[flowerboymoongirl]

What are the Odds? 3.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Tom Holland accidentally adds you to his friends list, and when you hit him up about about it you think that’s gonna be the end of that. Simple. But Tom does the complete opposite. Let the social media flirting begin.

Warnings: Cursing, sub-par flirting,drinking.

Word count: 3214

A/N: Im thinking about adding some of the song inspos for each chapter that comes out along at the top of the fics since I get a good amount of inspiration from music, or I visualize a particular song during a scene or interaction. The chapters seem to get easier to write and longer, but harder to edit into something that flows with how I want, so bare with me!

When you messaged Tom to let him know about the mixup on his Instagram, you assumed that it would be the end of it all. But currently, he still had you on his close friends list. And now you felt weird watching some of his stuff, because now he would sort of recognize your profile picture. He still posted pretty often but you contained yourself to only watch maybe once a day, and not all of his posts. Normal people don’t watch all the stories someone posts when you don’t know them, unless they liked giving out an obsessed stalker vibe.

It had been a week since the interaction and you were currently at the bar your friend/roommate Theo worked at. He was quickly organizing his station and putting away clean glasses to prepare for the rush of people who would soon be hounding him for a drink, both of you waiting for your other two roommates to walk into the bar so the night could officially start.

“Wanna do a tequila shot with me? I’ll give you the top shelf stuff?” Theo asked while he cleaned off the bar top and pulled out the shot glasses. Theo had perks being the lead bartender at one of the trendier bars in downtown and that was getting you guys top shelf alcohol drunk at a Kirkland liquor price.

“Let’s do a double?” You had the night off and were looking to have a night with your friends, and to be honest you hadn’t had a wild night in a while, so it seemed fitting for it to be tonight.

Theo smiles as he pours the expensive liquor into the shot glasses to the rim, he already knows the look in your eyes means you’re ready to cause a little mischief and he’s all for it. That was the thing with Theo, if you were ever looking to cause a little mischief, he would standing there right along with you at the scene of the crime with a smile on his face. When you two were together people who knew the both of you started to call you double trouble, especially if alcohol was in the vicinity. You both loved it. You picked up your shot glass and Theo did the same.

“Cheers to double trouble, thanks for keeping me company tonight.” He said, raising his glass.

“WAIT! I wanna boomerang it, before we get too wrecked.” Laughing, you pull out our phone and open the app to take the shot. You hit record just as you and Theo clinked your glasses together, your phone focused on Theo shooting his double shot down while you tried to drink yours in one hand and hold your phone still at the same time. You both hissed at the feeling of the liquor traveling down to your stomachs and you looked at your phone to see how the boomerang came out. 

The video showed Theo clinking his glass to yours, all smiles and then shooting it quickly. He looked great infront of the liquor wall, totally posing and flexing the arm he was holding the shot glass with as he shot down the tequila. You had caption it.

Cheers. #doubletrouble 🥃

with Theos handle attached to it and put it on your story.

“So you’re drinking without us already?”

You turned quickly to see Zoë and Kevin making their way through the crowd to you.

“Just the start, I was promised high quality tequila, I couldn’t resist.” You said as you hugged your roommates.

“Damn, the bartender is SOOO CUTE right?” Kevin yelled to you while playfully checking out Theo.

“Don’t tempt me, I’ll take you home Kev.”

The group laughs together, while Theo pulls out four clean shot glasses.

“Since the drinks are on me tonight I’m choosing the first group shot of the night. Well, second for us.” He says with a smirk directed to you. He quickly pulls Jim Beam, Jack Daniels, and Johnnie Walker off of the liquor wall. He’s making three wise men.

“Do we look like three wise men after sitting here at this bar with you?” Zoë asks Theo. You all laugh.

“It just seemed fitting, even though there’s four of us.” He says. “I mean, when any of us have a problem we go to the other three to solve it. Hence, three wise men.”

Kevin awhs at the sweet remark and Theo finishes making the shots for the group. You pull out your phone once more to record because hey, you have this need for people to see you have a social life and also, drunk videos the next day are worth their weight in gold. You press record while you all grab a shot glass, hyping eachother up to take the shot.

“To my three wise men, I salute you, I thank you for your service.” Theo says while the three of you clink the glasses together, cheering and laughing at how absurd you guys are. You end the video when you all shoot the shot and Zoë says with a groan “I’m so fucked.”

The group bursts in laugher, you and Kevin holding eachother while laughing. Theo starts taking drink orders for other customers, trying to look like he’s getting some type of work done. You save the video and post it to your story after you caption the post

Four wise men 👸🏽🤴🏻👸🏾🤴🏾

and attach the groups handles to the post. After you post it to your Snapchat as well, you look back at your previous story on Instagram to see who’s watched it. You scroll down the list of people, some you know some you don’t, and you spot one that really catches your eye. Tom watched your story. He’s actually watched your story 3 times this week, including this one but who’s counting? He also doesn’t follow you so for him to be looking at your page he has to be going out of his way. He could be looking at your past message conversation and then watching your stories from there, or he sees you watching his story from earlier and clicks over to your profile. It makes your heart jump, from being nervous and excited that you’ve caught his attention a few times. There’s no chance in hell but still, what a confidence boost, you think.

While you’re going through just a tad bit of anxiety over the situation, you have remind yourself that you’re here to be with your friends. This is a besties night, one that’s been long overdue and very much deserving of your attention. 

Zoë goes on about how her ex-girlfriend has been trying to meetup with her for “closure” which is making things awkward between the current situation she has with the new guy she met a couple months back. Theo and Kevin don’t think it’s the best choice to entertain her ex with a meetup and you’re trying to be the more “supportive of whatever you wanna do” friend in this situation. The boys are already teasing Zoë about it and you’re throwing in some teasing remarks yourself to her whole ordeal. Only Zoë would have too many people liking her at the same time.

“What an issue, we really feel for you Zo.” you tell your roommates and they roll their eyes and dramatically agree. While the teasing continues you start to think to yourself about how this is what you needed, just a chill night with all your friends, talking about anything and everything. Enjoying being in this moment and being this age and being together. The bar is starting to liven up and they start to play much better music, your roommates sing and dance along with eachother near the bar, Theo jumping in when he can and isn’t being hounded by customers. You’re just about to finish your drink and Kevin’s already ordering another round, when you get a snapchat alert.

The username, thllnd96 has followed you!

thllnd96, huh? The username seems familiar to you, and the more familiar it seems, the more it confuses you.

“If this is who I think it is.” You mutter.

thllnd96 has sent a snapchat!

What....the fuck? What the fuck is going on right now? You’re contemplating opening the snap now or waiting till you feel the alcohol working it’s way through your system for courage to find out who this new follower is when Zoë looks down at your phone too.

“You good girl?”

“Yeah, just a snapchat I’m sitting on opening. Don’t wanna look too eager” you say while you sit your phone on the table. She nods as Theo walks by, dancing and pointing at the group while he sings. Kevin has passed you the rum and cokes he’s ordered you all and he’s taking generous sips of his while he stands and does a little dance at his chair back to your roommate. You take a large gulp and stand quickly.

“Gonna go pee, be back.”

You quickly walk to the bathroom, phone in hand. You’re silently stressing inside. It’s not him. It’s not. You’re gonna check your phone real quick, see it’s some random and then carry on with your night. He would have had to go out of his way and figure out that you use the same handle on all your social media, which would be a lot of thinking just to interact with you. Also, remember when you thought making your username the same on every social media account you had was a good idea? Because it currently seemed very dumb and so self centered. Who are you, Beyoncé? 

You close the stall and sit down on the seat after reminding yourself that you are not Beyoncé and maybe you’ve made yourself too easily recognizable on the internet. A little late for the self realization but we digress. It’s just a snapchat, relax. You click the red button next to the name.

It’s a cutoff selfie, just a corner of the left side of his face, you can spot a little smirk coming from his mouth. It’s Tom, there’s no denying it, that wild eyebrow of his alone has confirmed that for you. He has the time stamp posted above his head. It’s 2:41am where he is. He’s written underneath the selfie

Not sure you’re such a wise man if you’re mixing tequila with whiskey love 😂😜

You immediately snap a selfie of the top of your forehead and eyes, with your eyebrows scrunched together, worry prominent on your face.

The vodka and rum I just drank would have to agree with that statement of yours 🥴😬

You write and you put a filter on the image. You walk out of the stall and wash your hands as you head back to the group. Just got snapped by Tom. No big deal.

thllnd96 is typing...

your phone alerts you on notifications. He’s writing back. NO BIG DEAL. You take another big gulp of your drink when you sit down and try to look as though you’re paying attention to Kevin and Zoë’s conversation. Something about Kevin’s English major and his issues with his creative writing class. Zoë is going on with how Kevin needs to be more focused on schooling and you can tell Kevin didn’t mean for Zoë to go into mother mode but its too late. This will distract the both of them, while I deal with my inner turmoil, you think. You get another alert telling you he’s sent the message. You finish your drink and decide to entertain this idea of carrying on another conversation together.

Oh you’re just making all the right choices tonight aren’t you? 🤪

Out celebrating something?

I’ve been known to make some controversial choices, but that’s something hungover me can deal with in the morning. 😂 Just a night out with the roomies.

You’re up late.

Yeah, couldn’t really sleep so just mindlessly looking through the apps. Didn’t think you’d mind me adding you on here since you did snoop my private Instagram. 😶

HEY that was your brothers doing not mine alright?! I’m an innocent in all this and that’s the story I’m sticking with.

And I gave you a courtesy heads up.

After you posted some shirtless selfies. 🙂😅👀

😂😂alright, I’ll let it slide this time love, but only if you have a fireball shot in my honor tonight.

THATS your drink of choice?! Are you a frat boy?!

No, just want to see an American drink fireball because it’s such an American thing. You drink it for breakfast, don’t you? 😏🇺🇸

Yeah, when I was 18, now I have ptsd just smelling it at 25. 🥴🤢

“Let’s get four fireballs Theo.” You yell over to him so he can hear you over the crowd of people and music. Zoë and Kevin groan in disgust just at the thought of fireball.

“Oh we’re looking to DIE tonight, all right then y/n! I like your style.” Theo grabs the bottle of fireball and pours heavy on the shot glass while you all grimace.

 You’re not sure why you’re actually doing this shot for Tom, maybe it’s the liquid courage in you that’s making you feel confident about sending him a snap of his silly request. You turn the camera to selfie mode and grab the shot glass while Kevin and Zoë squeeze closer to you to get into the snapchat you’re about to take. You hold down the button and you all cheer the glasses once more together while Kevin’s making retching sounds. You clink your shot glass right into to the camera on your phone and shoot it down, immediately shaking your head with an unamused look on your face that matches your roommates.

“...just as bad as I remember.” You rasp out, ending the snap and saving it to your memories. You put a time stamp of 8:57pm and the location on the snap and send it to Tom. Zoë turns toward you with a look of annoyance.

“That’s it! Theo literally can’t have any more he’s gonna be too smashed to work and it’s barely 9!” She tells you. You throw your hands up in surrender and decide to agree, it’s only been a little over an hour and you’re drinking like its already last call. Toms opened your story and he’s writing you back, and now you can really start to feel the alcohol since the fireballs settling in your stomach with the rest of your prior poor choices of liquor.

😂 a woman that can handle her drinks. My type of girl 🥰🤪 well, I better try to get some sleep. don’t have too much fun without me. x

You save the message and decide to just wish him goodnight and turn to your friends, all of whom are definitely feeling the alcohol now as well.

“What does it mean when a guy searches your username from Instagram on Snapchat to find you and follows you?” You ask them.

“He’s tryna fuck.” Kevin answers. Zoë has her hands up in an ‘idk’ fashion.

“Or, that he’s interested in you. Who takes the time to look you up like that?” She questions.

“Which means he wants to fuck but like, he also maybe likes your personality.” You roll your eyes at Kevin and decide to mull this over when you’re sober.

“Who’s the guy?” Zoë asks.

“Hmm, no one to seriously consider, just took me by surprise is all.”

“Well, then to surprises!” Kevin says while he raises his drink to you. You clink yours back and you smile at each other.

To surprises, sure.

It’s not much of a surprise when you wake up with a throb on your left side of your temple. The alcohol is taking its revenge on you this morning with a massive hangover. You groan in bed and grab the water bottle and Motrin sitting on your bedside table. Drunk you was smart enough last night to set you up for a little success this morning, but drunk you also drank until 2am last night so she can’t be fully trusted. You drink the water bottle in one go and rub your eyes tiredly and you try to decide whether you should try to sleep a bit longer or head out for some sustenance. Eating could make you feel better but the thought of getting up and walking to the kitchen is making your stomach churn a bit. It’s best at the moment to lay here for a bit longer until the pain meds kick in, you decide. You pick up your phone and see that Zoe’s texted you.

You’re an awful person for making us do a fireball shot last night just FYI.

“I couldn’t agree more.” You admit, scrolling through your posts from last night.

It’s mostly just you with the group, drinking and laughing together. There is a post around 1:15am of you all walking home, final drinks of the night in hand and Theo trying to let you have a bite of his Carne asada burrito from the 24 hour Mexican shop around the corner from your place. Zoe and Kevin are in tears laughing over the interaction between you two and Theo is scolding you for taking such a big bite.

“If you wanted that much you should have told me so I could have gotten two burritos.”

“FUCK OFF THEO!”

More cackling from your roommates while Theo huffs. You remind yourself that you did want to get a little wild, so last night was a success in the books if you’re honest with yourself. Looking through other notifications you see another alert on Snapchat from thllnd96 from a couple hours ago. Alright then. He’s found you on Snapchat, started the conversation TWICE in less than 24 hours and he’s been watching your stories on Instagram and Snapchat. Either he’s lonelier than you thought or he actually has some sort of interest in you. At this point you’re thinking it could be a bit of both, which is something you can relate to in both fields at times. Yeah, you have the roomates and some other friends you hang with regularly but lately you have been feeling like everyone had someone but you. In no way was Tom yours, but this possible future friendship between you two could be in a way. He’s obviously going out of his way to talk to you and he seems to be like a cool guy. Maybe the universe wanted you to be accidentally added to Toms Instagram group for a reason, as corny as that sounds. And honestly, who are you to deny this man your friendship?

You open his Snapchat message while curled up in a ball in your sheets, hoping for the nausea from all your mistakes from last night fade away.

so how’s that hangover treating you this morning? 😜 x

You smile at the message and decide that if he’s gonna write to you, then. You’re gonna respond back. If Tom wants to be friends, then who are you to stop him?