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In the Space Between Us: Chapter 8

OTHER CHAPTERS:

Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4 I Chapter 5

Chapter 6 I Chapter 7

Pairing: Glen Powell x OC

Summary: Glen navigates a busy morning while Gabby lingers in the comfort of his home, enjoying the ease of their growing connection. When he returns from a meeting, the sight of Gabby and Brisket on his couch stirs something deeper in him. Their conversation takes an unexpected turn when Glen asks Gabby an important question that could change their relationship.

Word Count: 7.9k

Warnings: None.

A/N: I am really loving these two! I mean I've always loved them but I really feel like we are seeing their relationship develop now! I haven't been able to stop writing the past few days! Hoping to have the next chapter up sometime this weekend after the holiday. Please let me know what you think with Hearts, Comments, and Reblogs! Also if you'd like to be tagged please let me know!

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The shrill buzz of Glen’s alarm cut through the stillness of the morning, pulling him from the edges of a pleasant dream. He groaned softly, his hand fumbling on the nightstand until he silenced the sound. The room was dim, early sunlight seeping through the blinds, casting a soft glow over Gabby, who was still curled up beside him.

Glen turned his head, the sight of her drawing a slow smile to his lips. Her hair was slightly tousled, her face peaceful against the pillow, and one arm peeked out from beneath the covers. She looked so at ease, so comfortable in his bed, that he almost didn’t want to disturb her. But he had a couple of meetings with a director this morning before he flew to Austin, and he knew she’s have to go to her apartment.

Shifting closer, he gently nudged her shoulder. “Gabs, time to wake up,” he murmured, his voice low and rough with sleep.

Gabby stirred just enough to grumble something unintelligible, burrowing further into the blankets and tugging them up to cover most of her face. Glen chuckled quietly, his heart warming at the sight.

“Five more minutes?” she mumbled, her voice muffled.

“I’ve already stayed here five longer than I should have, babe,” he teased, leaning in to press a soft kiss to the top of her head. She peeked out from the cocoon of blankets, one eye barely cracking open, her expression adorably unamused.

“Go away,” she murmured, but the corners of her mouth betrayed her with a faint smile.

Glen shook his head, amused. “Alright, alright. I’ll let you sleep a little longer while I get ready,” he said, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. His fingers lingered for a moment, and he kissed her temple before sliding out of bed, careful not to disturb her further.

As he stood and stretched, Glen glanced back at the bed. Gabby had already nestled deeper into the pillows, her breathing evening out once again. The sight sent a pang of something he wasn’t quite ready to name through his chest—a mixture of affection and contentment that felt as foreign as it did welcome.

With a soft exhale, he padded toward the bathroom to start his day, leaving her in the quiet comfort of her dreams.

Glen moved through his morning routine with practiced efficiency, though his thoughts kept drifting back to the woman still curled up in his bed. By the time he had showered, shaved, and dressed in his button-down and jeans, he found himself smiling at the thought of her waiting just a few feet away.

He took one last glance in the mirror, and then Glen grabbed his phone and keys from the dresser before making his way back to the bed. Gabby hadn’t moved much—her small frame was still buried under the comforter, the occasional soft rise and fall of the blankets confirming she was happily lost in sleep.

He sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out to gently shake her shoulder. “Gabby,” he murmured, his voice warm. “It’s time to wake up.”

She made a sound somewhere between a whine and a grumble, turning her head just enough to bury her face in the pillow. “Mmm, no it’s not,” she muttered, her voice thick with sleep.

Glen grinned, leaning closer. “Come on, sleepyhead. I’ve gotta head out. And you’ve gotta go home.”

When that didn’t elicit much more than a faint groan, he tried a different approach. Sliding closer, he leaned over her and pressed a soft kiss to her cheek, then her forehead. 

“Wake up,” he whispered teasingly, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

Instead of stirring, Gabby shifted closer to him, nuzzling into his chest like a cat seeking warmth. 

“Don’t go,” she mumbled, her words barely audible but brimming with sleepy stubbornness. She wrapped her arms around him, squeezing slightly, and mumbled, “Stay.”

Glen couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him, low and full of affection. “Oh, is that how it’s gonna be? Trying to hold me down so I stay?” he asked, brushing a hand over her back.

She hummed, her lips curving into a faint smile against his shirt. “Mmhmm. You don’t need to go to your meeting. Meetings are overrated.”

“You think so? So this meeting about a script and a possible role isn’t important?” he asked, his amusement growing.

“Not right now,” she said, her voice muffled. She tightened her hold on him as if her sleepy protest might actually convince him to stay.

He shook his head, both exasperated and charmed. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”

Her only response was a soft hum of agreement, followed by another nuzzle against him. 

Glen laughed again, his resolve weakening with every adorable little move she made. “Alright, you win this round. Five more minutes of this, and then we really have to go.”

He stayed there, holding her for just a moment longer than he probably should have, savoring the way she fit so perfectly in his arms, even when half-asleep and obstinate.

Five minutes turned into ten before Glen finally glanced at his watch and sighed. If he didn’t leave soon, he was going to cut it dangerously close to his meeting. As much as he wanted to stay wrapped up with Gabby in the cozy warmth of his bed, duty called.

“Alright, sweetheart,” he said softly, shifting slightly to look at her. “As much as I’d love to stay right here with you all day, we really need to get going.”

Gabby made a faint noise of protest, burrowing deeper into the covers and tugging the comforter up to her chin. “Nooo,” she mumbled. “Don’t want to leave.”

“Come on, babe,” he coaxed, his lips twitching into a smile. “I’ve got to head out soon, and I want to say goodbye before I leave.”

“Nope,” she mumbled, clutching the comforter tighter around her. “You can say goodbye to the blanket. I live here now.”

Glen laughed, shaking his head. “You live here now, huh? That’s news to me.”

“Mmm bed’s really comfy. And warm. I like it here.”

Glen laughed, the rich sound filling the room. “Oh, is that your master plan? Moving in with me so you can turn me into your personal heater and make me late for every meeting?”

Gabby’s grin widened, and she shrugged under the covers. “Sounds like a win-win to me.”

Shaking his head, Glen leaned down and pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead. “Tempting as that sounds, I’ve really got to go.” He paused, glancing down at her still-snuggled form. “But if you want, you can stay here while I’m out. Make yourself at home. There’s food in the fridge, and you can hang out with Brisket—he’s an excellent host.”

Her eyes brightened, peeking out from beneath the blanket. “Really? You don’t mind?”

“Of course not,” he said with a warm smile. “Besides, it’ll be nice to come home and find you here.”

Gabby’s cheeks flushed faintly, and she buried her face against the pillow for a moment before looking back up at him. “Okay. I’ll stay.”

“Good.” Glen sat up fully and reached for his phone and keys on the nightstand. “But before I go, think I could get a proper goodbye?”

Gabby smirked, pushing herself up slightly and letting the covers fall just enough to reveal her sleep-rumpled hair and flushed cheeks. “Proper goodbye, huh? What’s that entail?”

“Well,” Glen said, leaning down until their noses were nearly touching, “it usually involves a kiss. Or two. Maybe three, if I’m lucky.”

Gabby giggled softly, but her laughter faded as he closed the distance between them, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was soft but brimming with warmth. She sighed against him, her fingers brushing lightly over his jaw as if she didn’t want him to leave, either.

When they finally pulled apart, Glen smiled down at her, his voice low and teasing. “You’re making it really hard for me to leave, you know that?”

“Good,” she whispered, her eyes dancing with affection.

With one last kiss, Glen reluctantly stood and grabbed his bag, glancing back at her one more time. “I’ll see you later, sweetheart. I’ll leave a key on the counter for you in case you leave. Just lock up if you do,” he said, leaning in to press a kiss to her forehead. “Get some rest, alright?”

As he grabbed his bag and headed for the door, he glanced back one more time, finding her still nestled in his bed, her smile the last thing he saw before stepping out into the morning sun.

A few hours later the late morning light filtered through the curtains as Gabby stirred awake, her hand instinctively reaching out to find Brisket curled up beside her. The dog’s tail thumped lazily against the bed as he stretched, his big brown eyes looking up at her with quiet expectation.

“Good morning, Brisky,” she murmured, her voice still groggy as she ran her fingers through his soft fur. He gave a happy little huff, leaning into her touch.

She spent several minutes like that, scratching behind his ears and rubbing his belly, enjoying the quiet comfort of the moment. Eventually, Brisket rolled onto his side, content to let her keep going if she wanted.

Gabby finally sat up, rubbing her eyes and glancing around the room. Her clothes from the previous night were folded neatly on the chair by the window—a small gesture she assumed Glen had done before he left. She smiled at the thought.

As she stood and padded over to retrieve them, her phone buzzed on the nightstand. She grabbed it and saw a text from Glen:

Glen: Hey, sleepyhead. Make yourself comfortable while I’m gone. Bathroom’s all yours if you want to shower, and feel free to steal a shirt or some sweats from my closet if you want. 😉

Gabby chuckled softly, rereading the message before glancing toward the bathroom. The idea of freshening up sounded appealing, especially since she’d spent the night in his bed after their first time together.

She made her way into the bathroom, turning on the shower and letting the steam fill the space. Glen’s thoughtfulness lingered in her mind as she stepped under the warm spray, washing away the remnants of sleep and feeling more awake with each passing minute.

When she emerged, wrapped in a fluffy towel, she couldn’t help but feel more at ease. Glen’s place smelled like him—clean and woodsy with a hint of something citrusy—and it made her smile as she stepped back into the bedroom.

She slid her jeans from the day before back on, but paused when she caught sight of the closet. His offer from the text replayed in her mind, and after a moment’s hesitation, she opened the door. Inside was a neatly organized row of clothes, and she quickly spotted the burnt orange of several Texas Longhorns t-shirts.

Pulling one from the hanger, she held it up for a moment before slipping it over her head. The cotton was soft and oversized, falling just past her hips. It smelled faintly of Glen, and she felt her cheeks warm as she smoothed it down.

Brisket gave an approving wag of his tail as she emerged from the closet, looking a little more put together but still comfortable.

“Well,” she said to the dog, crouching to scratch under his chin. “Looks like it’s just you and me for now. Think your dad will mind if I raid his ktichen?”

Brisket trotted after her as she made her way to the kitchen, his tail wagging happily. Gabby paused by the coffee maker, taking in the small but telling details of Glen’s space. The fridge had a handful of pictures and magnets—some of what she assumed were his family, a couple of him with Tanner and other friends, and one of Brisket as a puppy. 

As she moved around, Gabby felt a strange mix of emotions. On one hand, she couldn’t deny how natural it felt to be here, as if this space already held a place for her. On the other hand, it was surreal. She’d only known Glen for a little over a month, and yet she felt more at ease here than she ever had in other people’s homes.

She opened a cabinet above the coffee maker, looking for something to drink. She wrinkled her nose at the sight of Glen’s coffee pods and the bag of ground coffee sitting on the shelf. Coffee was his thing, not hers. She much preferred tea—something warm and calming to start the day.

Scanning the shelves, her eyes froze on a small box tucked neatly into the corner. A box of her favorite brand of tea.

Gabby’s fingers hesitated before reaching for it, almost like she wasn’t sure it was real. Turning the box over in her hands, she studied the familiar logo and flavor, the same one she kept stocked at her own place.

She couldn’t help but smile as her chest tightened with a mix of emotions. He didn’t drink tea—she knew that much. Glen was a coffee guy through and through. Which could only mean one thing: he’d bought it for her.

Placing the box gently on the counter, she pulled out her phone and fired off a quick text.

Gabby: Did you buy my tea for your place?

It didn’t take long for his reply.

Glen: Yeah. Saw it at your place. Thought you might want some here if you stayed the night or ever needed it.

Her throat tightened as she stared at the message, rereading it several times. The simplicity of it struck her harder than she’d expected. It wasn’t some grand romantic gesture, but that was what made it so significant. Glen had noticed something small—something most people wouldn’t even think twice about—and he’d acted on it just for her.

No one had ever done something like that for her before.

She ran her fingers over the edge of the box, her mind swirling with thoughts she wasn’t quite ready to say aloud. But one thing was clear: this was different. He was different.

With a soft smile tugging at her lips, she set the kettle on the stove to boil.

* * * *

The early afternoon sun hung high as Glen parked his truck in the driveway, grateful to finally be done with his back-to-back meetings. The day had been productive but draining, and all he wanted now was a quiet moment to decompress at home.

As he unlocked the front door and pushed it open, he was greeted by a sight that stopped him in his tracks.

There was Gabby. Curled up on his couch, a blanket draped over her legs, with Brisket sprawled across her lap. Her hand moved absentmindedly along the dog’s fur as she focused on the TV, a soft smile tugging at her lips as she watched whatever show or movie held her attention.

Glen didn’t move. He just stood there in the doorway, taking it in. It was such a simple scene, but something about it felt... right. Almost too right.

He leaned lightly against the doorframe, his hand still resting on the doorknob as he let the moment settle over him. The faint sounds of the TV mixed with Brisket’s contented sighs. The way Gabby looked so at ease in his home, wrapped in his blanket, wearing his shirt. The way Brisket, who wasn’t usually so quick to cuddle up like that to people that weren’t him, was completely at peace with her. Glen felt a tug in his chest, a mix of emotions he wasn’t entirely sure how to process. This. He could get used to this. Coming home to her. 

The thought startled him, and he quickly shook his head, as if trying to clear it. Too soon, he told himself firmly. It’s only been a month.

But his gaze drifted back to her anyway, and damn it if he couldn’t help the way his chest tightened again. Gabby had a way of making things feel effortless. Natural. Like this was exactly where she belonged, even if it wasn’t logical or planned. He hadn’t planned to have her spend the night when he invited her over last night. He wasn’t against it, but it wasn’t expected. He definitely hadn’t planned to let her stay at his house while he was gone, but again, he wasn’t against it. And it wasn’t logical to want to come home to her every day after only knowing her a month. But damn, was he not against the idea of doing this every day.

She must have sensed his presence because her head turned, her eyes locking on his. A smile broke across her face, warm and inviting, and suddenly Glen didn’t care if it was too soon or not.

“Hey, stranger,” she teased, shifting on the couch to face him more fully.

Glen glanced up at her, his expression softening. “Hey,” he said, straightening and crossing the room toward her. “How’s your day been?”

“Not bad,” she replied, setting the remote down. “Brisket and I have just been holding down the fort. You?”

“Busy,” Glen admitted, brushing a hand through his hair. “Meetings ran a little long, but nothing too bad. Just glad to be home now.” He leaned over, pressing a quick kiss to her lips.

Glen then glanced at Brisket, who gave him a sleepy wag of his tail, but made no move to relinquish his spot on Gabby’s lap and give Glen a proper welcome home greeting.

Glen huffed out a laugh. “Traitor,” he said to Brisket, earning a snort of laughter from Gabby.

Gabby smiled, her heart skipping the way it always seemed to when he was near. 

“We missed you,” she said softly, a teasing note in her voice.

“Well, I’m here now,” Glen said with a grin. He straightened, pulling off his jacket and tossing it over the back of a chair. 

His eyes then glanced to the TV, and that was when he noticed what she was watching. Twisters.

“Really?” He drawled, his lips quirking into a grin.

“What? It’s a good movie.” Gabby said as she gave him a mock innocent look. "And I saw you had a copy of it on the coffee table so decided to watch it. How did you even get a copy of it? It's still in theaters."

"Actors always get a copy before it's released." He chuckled as he stood near the back of the couch. “You’re really watching one of my movies?”

She smirked, glancing up at him. “Oh, don’t flatter yourself. I’m just watching it for David Corenswet.”

Glen let out a bark of laughter, shaking his head as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Noted,” he said lightly, a teasing glint in his eye.

Gabby grinned at his reaction, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “What can I say? The man’s got great cheekbones.”

“Uh-huh.” Glen said as he rounded the couch and sat down beside her, his hand casually grabbing a handful of popcorn from the bowl on her lap. He pointed at the screen, where his character had just entered, stepping out of the pickup truck and amping up the crowd.

“So, how’s David doing so far?” He asked, gesturing towards himself on screen.

She laughed and nudged his shoulder. “Not bad, but your character? Kind of a showoff.”

He leaned closer, his voice dropping into a low drawl that mimicked the character’s. “Careful what you say there, city girl.”

Gabby blinked at him, caught off guard by how effortlessly he’d slipped into the role. Then she burst into laughter, covering her face with her hands. “Oh my God, Glen! Don’t do that—it’s so weird hearing it in real life!”

“What? You don’t like it?” He grinned as he grabbed the remote, pausing the movie just as his character started to flirt shamelessly with the female lead. “City girl’s practically my catchphrase in this thing. I figured you’d appreciate the authenticity.”

“Yeah, I’m good, thanks,” she said, trying to hold back her laughter.

But Glen wasn’t done. He leaned back on the couch, his arm draping over the backrest as he gave her a lazy smirk. “Admit it. You kinda like being called city girl.”

Gabby rolled her eyes, but her cheeks flushed slightly. “Not even a little bit.”

“Hmm,” he mused, his voice light and teasing. “I don’t know. You seem like you’re blushing a little there, city girl.”

She swatted his arm, still laughing. “If you call me that one more time, I’m going to finish this movie without you.”

He chuckled and leaned in to kiss her cheek. “Fair enough,” he said, settling back against the couch. But the smirk on his face told her he wasn’t done using the nickname anytime soon. “You enjoy your movie, I’ve gotta pack before my flight later,” Glen said before standing up from the couch.

Gabby raised a brow. “Isn’t your flight not for another four hours? That much to pack, huh?”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Just trying to stay ahead of things. Most of my stuff’s at the ranch, but there are a few things I like to travel with.”

“Fair enough,” she said, watching as he grabbed his carry-on from the closet near the door.

“You can keep watching your show,” he said, nodding toward the TV as he headed down the hall. “I’ll just be in the bedroom if you need me.”

The faint sound of rustling came from Glen’s bedroom as Gabby wandered down the hallway, curiosity pulling her closer. She stopped at the doorway, leaning her shoulder against the frame, and smiled at the sight of Glen moving around the room. He had a small carry-on suitcase open on the bed and was in the middle of folding a few shirts with surprising precision.

“What’s this?” Gabby teased lightly, crossing her arms as she watched him. “You’re a neat packer? Didn’t see that coming.”

Glen glanced up with a smirk, a t-shirt in his hands. “Gotta keep the chaos somewhere, and it’s not going in my suitcase.”

Gabby laughed, her eyes roaming over the room. Most of his essentials were probably at his ranch in Austin, but the sight of him packing made her realize just how much time he must split between his two homes. She could see the well-practiced ease in the way he moved, grabbing what he needed without hesitation.

“Big plans in Austin?” she asked, shifting her weight as she watched him.

“Just the usual when I’m there,” he replied, tucking the t-shirt into the suitcase before grabbing his laptop bag from the desk. “A couple work related meetings. But mostly hanging out with my family, catching up with a few friends.” He glanced up at her, his expression softening. “It’s been a while since I’ve been home for more than a day at a time. Feels like I’m always on the road these days.”

Gabby nodded, stepping into the room and perching on the edge of the bed. Brisket followed her, flopping down at her feet. “That’s what happens when you’re a big-time movie star,” she teased, though her tone was gentle.

“Yeah,” Glen said, rolling his eyes but smiling. He zipped up the laptop bag and set it next to the suitcase. “It’s not all bad. I like being busy. But sometimes…” He trailed off, his gaze flicking to her for a moment before he turned to grab a pair of boots from the corner.

“Sometimes what?” she prompted, tilting her head.

“Sometimes it’s nice to slow down for a bit. And it’d be nice to have someone to share it with,” he admitted, his voice quieter now.

Gabby’s cheeks warmed at the admission, and she glanced down at Brisket to hide her smile. “Well, you’ve got Brisket,” she said lightly, scratching the dog’s ears.

Glen chuckled, shaking his head as he set the boots next to his suitcase. “He’s great company, but he’s not much for conversation.”

Gabby laughed softly, the sound filling the room. Glen looked at her again, and for a moment, the air between them shifted—something unspoken hanging in the space.

He leaned back against the dresser, crossing his arms. “You should come with me,” he said suddenly, the words tumbling out with an ease that surprised even him.

Gabby blinked, caught off guard. “What?”

“To Austin,” Glen clarified, gesturing toward the suitcase. “Come with me. It’s just for four or five days, and I’d like to show you around my world, you know?”

She stared at him, her heart skipping a beat. “Glen…”

“You don’t have to. No pressure,” he added quickly, straightening up. “I just thought… it might be nice. My family’s been asking about you, and it’d give us some time together before things get crazy again.”

Gabby hesitated, her mind racing. She wanted to say yes—of course she did. The thought of seeing Glen’s hometown, meeting his family, and spending more time with him was tempting. But the idea of stepping deeper into his world, into something that felt so significant, made her nervous. They had only known each other a month…and technically they had only been dating for a couple weeks. Was it too early to meet his family?

“Are you sure?” she asked softly, her voice tinged with uncertainty. “I don’t want to intrude.”

“You wouldn’t be,” Glen said, stepping closer. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “I want you there, Gabs. I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t.”

Gabby gave him a small smile, appreciating his words, but she could feel the questions swirling in her mind. 

“What if they don’t like me? Your family, I mean,”

Glen blinked, startled by her confession. “Why wouldn’t they like you?” he asked, his voice laced with genuine confusion.

She shrugged, her fingers fidgeting slightly with the hem of her sleeve. 

“I don’t know,” she said softly. “It’s just… they’re your family, you know? What if I don’t fit in? What if they don’t think I’m…good enough for you?”

His expression softened, and he reached up to gently tilt her chin so that she was looking at him. 

“Gabby,” he said, his voice steady and full of conviction. “They’re going to love you because I already do.” The words slipped out before he even realized what he was saying, and as soon as he heard them, he froze.

Gabby’s eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat. “What did you just say?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Glen hesitated, his heart racing as he tried to gauge her reaction. “I…” He exhaled a small, nervous laugh. “I guess I just said it, huh?”

She stared at him, her emotions a whirlwind of shock, warmth, and something deeper. “You love me?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

He nodded, his gaze unwavering despite his nerves. “I do,” he said simply. “I know it’s fast, and maybe that’s crazy, but I’ve never felt like this about anyone before.”

Her heart felt like it might burst, but at the same time, she felt a flicker of fear. 

“Glen…” she started, her voice barely audible.

He smiled gently, sensing her hesitation. “You don’t have to say it back,” he said softly. “I don’t want to push you into anything. I just wanted you to know how I feel about you…about us.”

Gabby swallowed hard, her emotions threatening to overwhelm her. “I think…” she began, her voice trembling. “I think I love you too.”

Glen’s breath hitched, and a smile broke across his face. “You do?”

She nodded, her eyes shimmering with emotion. “Yeah,” she said, her voice steadying. “But it scares me. I’ve never fallen this fast before, and I don’t know what that means. What if—”

He stopped her with a soft kiss, his lips brushing against hers in a way that felt both grounding and reassuring. 

“It’s okay to be scared,” he murmured when they broke apart. “I’m a little scared too. But we’ll figure it out together.”

Gabby exhaled a shaky breath, her heart full but still wary. “You make it sound so simple,” she said with a soft laugh.

“It is simple. Or at least it can be,” Glen said, his arm tightening around her. “Because I want to be with you, Gabby. That’s all that matters to me. We can figure out the rest as we go.”

His sincerity melted some of her hesitation, and she found herself nodding slowly. “Okay,” she said, a small smile tugging at her lips. “I’ll go.”

Glen’s grin was immediate, lighting up his face. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she confirmed, laughing at his boyish excitement.

He leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead. “You won’t regret it,” he promised, already mentally rearranging his plans to make room for her.

As Glen carefully folded a button-up shirt into his carry-on, Gabby crossed her arms, the gears clearly turning in her head. Then, without saying a word, she slipped her phone from her back pocket and started typing.

Glen glanced over, catching the concentrated furrow of her brow. “What are you doing?” he asked, raising an eyebrow as he zipped up a small toiletries bag.

“Nothing,” Gabby replied a little too quickly, her tone light but not fooling him in the slightest.

He straightened, watching her as she tapped away on her screen. She didn’t even look up as she moved a step back into the hallway, like she was trying to be subtle.

“Gabby.” His voice carried a teasing edge now, his curiosity fully piqued. “What are you up to?”

“Nothing,” she repeated, her focus still on her phone. “Just… looking something up.”

“Uh-huh,” he said, stepping toward her slowly, like a predator zeroing in on its prey.

Gabby finally glanced up, holding her phone close to her chest as if that would shield her from his scrutiny. “I’m just seeing if there’s a flight I can catch to Austin today since I’m going with you,” she admitted, the hint of defiance in her tone softened by the hopeful smile tugging at her lips.

Glen blinked, then let out a laugh, shaking his head. “Seriously? You’re trying to book a flight right now?”

“Well, yeah,” she said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “You’re leaving in a few hours. If I’m going to go with you, I need to get my ticket booked, if I even can get one this late.”

“You’re not even sure you’ll get on the same flight,” Glen pointed out, crossing his arms and leaning a shoulder against the doorframe.

“That’s why I was going to check,” she said matter-of-factly. “What airline are you flying, anyway?”

He stared at her for a beat, piecing it all together. And then it clicked: she wasn’t just checking out flights—she was planning to book one herself. Without missing a beat, Glen moved forward and plucked the phone from her hand before she could react.

“Glen!” Gabby protested, standing on her toes to try to snatch it back.

He held the phone high above his head, easily out of her reach. “Nope,” he said, grinning as she half-jumped in an attempt to grab it.

“You’re being ridiculous!” she said, laughing despite herself.

“Am I? Or are you the ridiculous one for thinking I’d let you pay for your own flight?” Glen teased, his voice playful as he took a step back, still holding the phone aloft.

“Glen!” she said again, her laugh turning exasperated.

He softened, his grin easing into a lopsided smile. “Gabby,” he said, his voice dropping to something warmer. “I’m taking care of it, okay? Let me handle it.”

Her eyes narrowed, though her lips twitched in amusement. “You don’t have to—”

“Yes, I do,” he cut her off gently. “You’re coming with me as my guest. I’ll make sure everything’s sorted. No arguments.”

He handed her phone back with a mock solemnity, and she snatched it quickly, her cheeks flushed. “Fine,” she muttered, though her smile betrayed her. “But you don’t have to do this for me, you know.”

“I know,” he said, brushing a strand of hair from her face as his expression softened. “But I like taking care of you.”

That earned him a shy glance and a small, genuine smile that sent a rush of warmth straight through his chest.

“Now, you should head home and get a bag packed,” he teased, pulling her into a quick hug before turning back to his own packing. “I’ll call and sort out your flight.”

Gabby shook her head with a chuckle but didn’t argue further as she walked back toward the living room, muttering something under her breath about “stubborn Texans.”

Glen couldn’t help but laugh to himself as he grabbed his phone, dialing the airline to add her to the reservation. If she thought he’d let her do this on her own, she had another thing coming.

As Glen wrapped up the call with the airline, ensuring Gabby’s seat was confirmed next to his, he heard the soft patter of her footsteps returning to the bedroom. He glanced up, finding her leaning casually against the doorframe again, her arms crossed over her chest and an eyebrow raised.

"Okay," she began, tilting her head. "What about a hotel? Am I allowed to book that for myself, or are you going to wrestle my phone away for that too?"

Her teasing tone was playful, but there was a spark of curiosity in her eyes, like she was genuinely testing his response.

Glen smirked, leaning back against the dresser he’d been packing beside, arms crossed as he met her gaze. "I mean, I could book you one," he drawled, letting the words hang in the air for a beat.

Gabby raised her eyebrows expectantly.

"But only if you really want one," he finished, his tone dropping into something softer, almost hesitant. "You’re also more than welcome to stay at my place."

Her confident smirk faltered just a little as she straightened, clearly taken off guard by his suggestion. "Stay…with you? Like for the whole trip?"

Glen nodded, his gaze steady as he shrugged one shoulder, trying to keep his tone light despite the vulnerability he felt creeping in. "Yeah. I’ve got plenty of space. You’d have your own room, if you want, or… I mean, you could share mine. Totally up to you."

Gabby’s lips parted slightly, but she didn’t respond right away. Instead, she stepped further into the room, her expression unreadable.

Sensing her hesitation, Glen cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck as he added quickly, "I just figured it’d be easier, you know? No back-and-forth, no figuring out rides or whatever. But seriously, no pressure. If you’d rather a hotel, I can—"

"Glen," Gabby interrupted, her voice cutting through his rambling with a small laugh. She stepped closer, standing just a foot or so away now, her expression softening into something almost shy.

"Yeah?" he asked, his voice quieter now, unsure of where she was going with this.

She looked down for a moment, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear before meeting his eyes again. "I’d… like to stay with you," she admitted, her cheeks tinged with the faintest hint of pink. "If that’s really okay."

The grin that spread across Glen’s face was instant and impossible to hide. "Of course it’s okay," he said, his voice warm. "I wouldn’t have offered if it wasn’t."

Gabby let out a small laugh, shaking her head. "Okay, then. But just so you know, if you snore in your sleep I’m kicking you to the couch."

Glen chuckled, reaching out to gently tug her closer by the hand. "Noted," he said, his voice low, his thumb brushing against her knuckles. "Though, for the record, I’ve never been accused of snoring, so you might be stuck with me all night every night.."

They stood like that for a moment, the playful banter fading into a quiet, comfortable silence. Glen glanced down at her, the corners of his lips still quirked in a smile, and he swore his heart skipped a beat.

"You sure you’re ready for almost a week in Texas?" he asked, his tone teasing but his gaze searching hers, looking for any hint of doubt.

Gabby’s smile grew, her fingers tightening slightly around his. "I think the better question is," she said, tilting her head, "are you ready for me to go to Texas and meet your family?"

Glen laughed, a soft, genuine sound that filled the room. "Guess we’ll find out," he said, squeezing her hand once before letting her go.

"Now," he added, turning back to his suitcase with a grin, "you’d better start packing. We don’t have all day, city girl."

Gabby rolled her eyes, but the smile on her face didn’t fade as she headed back toward the living room. "I’ll have you know, I’m a farm girl. Grew up in Missouri, remember? I’ve lived in the city for like a month. I’m a country girl." She called over her shoulder.

Glen grinned, crossing the room toward her. "Oh yeah? You sure about that?"

She tilted her chin up, feigning indignation. "Positive. And I’ll prove it this weekend."

Glen laughed softly, stopping just in front of her. "Guess I’ll hold you to that," he murmured, his smile softening as he reached out to tug her gently into his arms.

Gabby’s playful expression melted into something warmer as she slid her arms around his waist. They stood there for a moment, her head resting against his chest, his chin brushing the top of her hair.

"Thanks for letting me tag along with you this weekend," she said softly, her voice muffled against him.

Glen pulled back slightly, just enough to tilt her face up toward his. "Thanks for saying yes," he replied, his tone equally quiet, his thumb brushing lightly along her jaw.

She smiled up at him, and before either of them could think too much about it, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips. It was soft and lingering, a promise wrapped in tenderness.

When they finally broke apart, Gabby let out a small laugh, her cheeks flushed. "Okay," she said, her voice teasing but her eyes bright. "Now I really have to go pack, or I’m going to miss our flight."

Glen chuckled, his hands resting on her hips as he nodded. "Okay, I’ll meet you at the airport, okay? Or do you want me to pick you up? I can have the Uber swing by your place.”

“I’ll just meet you at the airport.” Gabby smiles before giving him one more kiss and then heading towards the living room.

Gabby spotted Glen as soon as she entered the terminal, standing near the check-in counter with his carry-on bag slung over his shoulder. Even with a baseball cap pulled low over his brow and sunglasses hiding his eyes, he was impossible to miss. The confident way he stood, the sharp lines of his jaw, and the way he scanned the crowd as if he knew someone was bound to recognize him—it all made him look like he’d stepped out of a movie scene.

He noticed her almost immediately, a small, private smile curving his lips as she made her way toward him. Despite the distance between them, Gabby could see the subtle shift in his shoulders, as if her arrival was all he’d been waiting for.

“Hey,” she greeted softly when she reached him, glancing around to make sure they weren’t drawing any attention. “Have you been here long?”

“Not too long,” he replied, his voice low, warm. “I checked us in already. Figured you might want a tea, though, so I didn’t grab any coffee yet.”

Gabby grinned. “You know me well.” She glanced at the Starbucks line a little further down the terminal. “I’ll grab us some. What do you want?”

“Black coffee, medium,” Glen said, stepping closer as if to keep their conversation more private. “Thanks.”

As Gabby turned toward the coffee line, he added, “And don’t let the barista talk you into getting me one of those fancy seasonal drinks.”

Gabby laughed softly, tossing him a teasing look over her shoulder. “No promises, cowboy.”

The line at Starbucks was long but moving quickly. Gabby stood with her arms crossed, scrolling idly through her phone when a quiet commotion pulled her attention. A few feet away, she noticed Glen—still standing in the same spot—now surrounded by a small group of fans.

She froze for a moment, her heart catching in her throat. She knew this was part of his world, part of him, but it was the first time she was seeing it up close.

Glen had removed his sunglasses, and even from this distance, Gabby could see the practiced ease in his expression. He smiled politely, posed for a quick picture with a young woman holding her phone, and nodded as another fan gushed about how much they loved one of his movies.

What struck Gabby most wasn’t the interaction itself but the subtle shift in him. The easygoing Glen she knew—the one who teased her for being a “city girl” now and gave her goofy grins when he thought she wasn’t looking—was replaced with something more polished, more careful. He wasn’t cold, but he wasn’t entirely himself, either.

By the time Gabby reached the front of the line, Glen was slipping his sunglasses back on, signaling the end of the impromptu meet-and-greet. As she placed their order and waited for the drinks, she couldn’t help but glance at him again. He was already looking her way, giving her a small, reassuring smile as if to say, I’m still here. It’s just me.

When she returned with the drinks, she handed his to him and said lightly, “Looks like you made some new friends.”

Glen chuckled softly, adjusting his cap. “Yeah, they were nice. Thanks for grabbing this.” He took a sip, his eyes flicking around the terminal before landing back on her. “You okay?”

Gabby nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips. “I’m fine. Just... getting used to this part of things.”

He hesitated, then leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. “I get it. And if it ever gets to be too much, you tell me, okay? We’ll figure it out together.”

Her heart warmed at his words, and she nodded again. “Okay.”

As they made their way toward security, Glen reached for her hand instinctively, his fingers brushing against hers before he stopped himself. They exchanged a knowing look, both feeling the same pull but knowing they had to tread carefully.

On the plane, they settled into their seats near the back of first class. Glen’s cap and sunglasses were back in place, and Gabby couldn’t help but laugh quietly as he glanced over the in-flight magazine like he was trying to disappear.

“You know,” she said under her breath, “the hat and glasses make you look more like someone trying not to be recognized.”

He smirked, tilting the brim of his cap up slightly. “Noted. I’ll go full incognito next time. Fake mustache and all.”

Gabby stifled a laugh, but her amusement softened into something warmer as he reached for her hand under the armrest. Out of sight, their fingers laced together, a quiet rebellion against the invisible wall they’d built in public.

As the plane began to taxi, Gabby glanced at Glen, who had leaned his head back against the seat. He caught her looking and gave her a small, lopsided grin.

“Ready for Texas?” he asked, his voice low, almost a drawl.

She smiled back, squeezing his hand. “With you? Yeah. I’m ready.”

Midway through the flight, the hum of the engines and the dimmed cabin lights lulled Gabby into a light doze. Her head, which had been leaning against the window, gradually tilted sideways until it rested against Glen's shoulder. He glanced down, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he shifted slightly to make her more comfortable, careful not to disturb her.

She looked peaceful, her features soft and relaxed, and Glen couldn’t help but feel a tug of affection as he watched her. This was Gabby at her most unguarded, no cameras, no rehearsed lines, just her.

A shadow crossed over them, and Glen looked up to see a flight attendant standing in the aisle. She had a kind smile on her face, her hands clasped politely in front of her.

“Mr. Powell,” she said quietly, her gaze flickering to Gabby and then back to him. “Would you like me to wake her up? I can get her to sit up if she’s bothering you.”

Glen blinked, caught slightly off guard by the question. He quickly shook his head, his smile easy and warm. “Oh, no, no,” he said softly. “She’s fine. I don’t mind.”

The flight attendant hesitated, glancing at Gabby again as if to confirm. “Are you sure? I just thought, with you being, well... you—”

Glen chuckled under his breath, cutting her off gently. “Really, it’s fine,” he assured her, his voice low and sincere. He glanced down at Gabby for a moment, the corners of his mouth lifting in a smile again before he added, “She’s my...”

He stopped himself just in time, realizing what he’d been about to say. Clearing his throat, he quickly corrected, “She’s fine.”

The flight attendant nodded, seeming satisfied, and murmured, “Alright. Just let me know if you need anything.” She moved on, leaving Glen alone with his thoughts.

He exhaled softly, tilting his head back against the seat and closing his eyes for a moment. His hand, resting between them, inched closer to Gabby’s, his fingertips brushing hers lightly.

It struck him then how natural it felt to have her leaning on him, how much he liked being her quiet anchor, even in something as ordinary as a flight. He didn’t need to put on any masks or play any part. Around Gabby, he could just be.

When the plane hit a patch of mild turbulence, Gabby stirred slightly, her head shifting against his shoulder. Glen turned to look at her, brushing a strand of hair away from her face with a tenderness that surprised even him.

“Go back to sleep, Gabs,” he murmured softly, his voice so low it was barely audible over the hum of the engines.

She didn’t wake, but her body seemed to relax even further against him, and Glen allowed himself to rest as well. He knew this trip would bring its challenges—introducing her to his family, keeping their relationship under wraps from prying eyes—but in this moment, none of that mattered.

For now, she was here, leaning on him, and that was enough.

The plane landed smoothly, and as the seatbelt sign dinged off, Gabby stretched and turned to Glen with a sleepy smile. He reached up to grab their bags from the overhead compartment, his movements practiced and efficient.

As they stepped off the plane and into the bustling terminal, Glen adjusted his baseball cap and sunglasses, doing his best to remain inconspicuous. Gabby walked beside him, brushing her hair behind her ear as she glanced around at the unfamiliar surroundings.

Just as they passed through the gate area, Glen looked over at her, his lips curving into a warm smile. “Welcome to Austin, Gabby.”

[hopingforcoordinates]

wait i read your tags on an older post and now im wondering how andrew is feeling about their new dynamic after neil saw him as a threat/the rocky start. ugh your take on them feeds me!

In my head, for Andrew, his Thing with Neil is ultimately meaningless with a tidy little expiration date stamped on it, but there's also a weight to it that's impossible to ignore. The other two or three guys he's messed around with said yes because Andrew was convenient or good with his mouth or whatever, but Neil said yes to Andrew because he's Andrew. Neil's trust is a really heavy thing, but it makes Andrew feel almost lighter than air. He's known, he's trusted, and he's understood. It's addictive.

At this point, he's thinking that he'll send Neil back to the Nest with his number. Couldn't hurt to stay in touch, right?

[jrswritings]

Tingles and Giggles - Chapter Three - Tyler Owens x Reader

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Chapter Three - Wildflowers

It was the next morning in your small motel room, the sun starting to peek through the curtains that were half-assed pulled over the window. Today was the day and you weren’t sure how you felt about it, since some of the stirred emotions last night were from the whiskey. Were you still excited to go out and do something different but with Tyler Owens? He was quite the eye candy, but what if Finn was right and Tyler would just hurt you in the end? 

You laid out like a starfish in the cozy bed, not wanting to leave the warmth of the covers. Sighing to yourself and glancing at your watch that proudly showed 6:56 am, even on days off you couldn’t sleep in. You pushed up on your elbows to sit up and lean against the headboard which was colder than expected and sent shivers down your spine. You rubbed the sleepiness out of your eyes and flung the covers off your legs to immediately regret the decision as the room was chilly for the middle of summer in Oklahoma, and you decided to sleep with shorts on. 

There was no turning back now, the heat was lost from the bed and wouldn’t be recovered until tonight when you crawled back in. You slid to the edge of the mattress then pushed yourself up and headed to the bathroom to start your usual morning routine. 

Once you finished, you walked back to the loveseat in the corner of the room where your suitcase sprawled out with a pile of your dirty clothes next to it. You only packed one or two nicer outfits when you were chasing since you would usually get soaked and dirty. You pulled out your nicer light blue jeans with a few stylish cuts on the knee and thighs, a coral pink dress top, and a pair of black cowboy boots. 

After changing into your attire for the day, you went back to the bathroom and looked at yourself in the mirror. You sighed and rubbed your face, it looked like you hadn’t slept in weeks. 

“If he didn’t like what he saw, he wouldn’t have asked,” you mumbled to yourself, trying to boost your confidence. On storm chasing trips you never brought any makeup, why would you when the weather would just smear everything? You turned the sink on getting your fingers damp and fluffing your (y/h/c) and then put it into a French braid which was a workout you weren’t expecting to do this early in the morning. 

By the time you were done, it was about 7:45. You sat on the edge of the bed and unplugged your phone from its charger, half expecting to see a message from Tyler, but it was just Facebook and Snapchat notifications. Shoving your phone in your back pocket and grabbing the small gray over-the-shoulder clutch you used for a purse when going somewhere instead of lugging around your usual one which has a lot of storm-chasing stuff in it, you grabbed your room key and headed out the front door. 

As you locked it behind you, the door opened in the room to the left of you. Not knowing who was on the left, as Asher and Finn shared the room to the right, you glanced over to give a nonchalant ‘good morning’ to whoever it was. 

Before you could even say a word, you saw it was Tyler who was dressed in a white shirt, red flannel over top, his normal blue jeans, cowboy boots, belt and belt buckle which was larger than Texas, and his signature cowboy hat. 

“Well, good morning, gorgeous,” he said, leaning against the frame of his door and looking over at you. 

“Good morning, Ty,” you said softly, “What caused you to stir up so early?” 

“Couldn’t sleep any longer, t’was too excited for today,” he said with a big smile, “What about you?” 

“Oh, I’m usually always up around 7 and out the door by 7:45, no matter what day it is or the circumstances,” you said, turning and heading towards the stairs. You didn’t want it to seem like you were losing sleep over him, heaven knows what he would do if he found out you couldn’t fall asleep until after midnight thinking about him and how the day would go. 

Without paying much attention to the stairs, you somehow forgot that morning dew was a thing and metal was usually covered in it. You slipped on your first step and as soon as you started to go backward, you felt two arms catch you and the addicting smell of Tyler flooding your nose; this time without as much rain and sweat smell. This was not how you wanted the day to start, but at least he caught you so your butt didn’t get wet. 

“Careful there, little lady,” he said, helping you steady yourself, “I don’t think the Storm Riders would take too kind to me if they found out you broke your rear goin’ out to breakfast with me.” 

“I don’t think I would either,” you said, grabbing onto the railing and making your way down the rest of the stairs with Tyler right behind you. 

“Do you want to walk over to JoAnn’s or take Ol Red?” He asked, holding the keys up with the various key chains he had collected. 

“I’m going to walk, I don’t care how you get there,” you said, starting to walk down the street to JoAnn’s Whirlwind diner. In reality, as much as you wanted to just drive there, you needed a few minutes to gather your thoughts and pull yourself together; secretly wishing he would drive there and leave you alone for a minute. 

“You go on in and grab us a booth, I’ll be there in a few, I’m going to fill up Ol Red over at Cyclone Gas and Go,” he said, motioning over to the opposite way you were heading. 

“Will do, cowboy!” You called behind you, continuing to walk down the sidewalk. The warm morning sun felt wonderful on your face and body after still being chilled from escaping the covers. You pulled your sunglasses down to the bridge of your nose and pushed a stray piece of hair behind your ear before crossing the street at the only stop light in town. 

Behind you, his truck roared to life, the radio blaring ‘Fishing in the Dark’ by the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band from the day before. 

“Jesus Christ!” Tyler shouted, immediately turning the radio down. You turned your head and saw Tyler rubbing his ears slightly, then glancing around to see if anyone saw. You giggled and turned before he saw you, at least you both had embarrassing moments this morning. 

Opening the diner door, you were greeted with a warm ‘Good morning, Honey!’ from one of the main waitresses, Cindy. She was always so welcoming and energetic. 

“Good morning, Cindy!” You called, heading over to the corner booth where you usually hid yourself in the mornings to watch people. 

“Coffee and water with a lemon, (Y/n)?” The other waitress, Jenny, asked, walking by your table. 

“Yes please,” you said, “There will be someone joining me today, so if you could bring menus over I’d appreciate it.” 

“Absolutely!” Jenny said, walking behind the counter and filling up one of their signature blue mugs with a tornado and their branding on it with coffee. 

She came over and sat your drinks down in front of you, along with menus and silverware. You grabbed a couple of the little cup creamers and a sugar packet, dumping them into your coffee and stirring it gently. 

“Thank you, Jenny,” you said, smiling at her. 

“Just flag us down when your friend gets here,” she said, walking off to another table. 

You pulled your phone out and opened Snapchat, opening the few snaps from your team and surprisingly Dani from the Wranglers. You tap on the chat and see it’s a photo of you and Tyler dancing from last night. Remembering the night's events and how calm you felt while slowly dancing with him made you smile. You saved the picture in the chat and messaged her back, ‘Thanks for sending this! I’m not sure who taught him how to dance, but they did well, haha!’ 

You sat your phone down next to your purse beside your thigh, grabbed your coffee cup, and held it to your mouth taking in its heat. While taking a sip of the warm liquid, the bells above the door rang throughout the diner. You glanced up to see Tyler strolling in with one hand behind his back and the other taking his hat off. You watched him scan the tables looking for you, giving a courteous slight wave to signal where you were. As soon as he saw you, it was like his whole face lit up with excitement like a kid in a candy store. 

He walked over, setting his hat down on the seat, and slid in across from you, one hand still behind him. 

“What are you hiding there, Owens?” You asked, taking a sip of your coffee. As if on cue, he pulled out a bouquet of wildflowers tied together with a white bow. 

“Just some beautiful flowers for an even more beautiful woman,” he said smiling, “I’d lie and say I picked them myself but there were a couple of little kids selling them outside the gas station and I couldn’t help myself.”

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[hopelesslydevoted2paige]

003. opposite

pairings: paige bueckers x fem singer! reader

word count: 564

warnings: none i think

su’s notes: 3rd chapter GRRRRREEEE this poor girl somethings always gotta happen when she goes out.. 😞 this kinda reminds me of deja vu by olivia rodrigo too 😆 anyway hope u guys likeit i love this song so much

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she looks nothing like me, so why do you look so happy?

“Wanna eat out?” Azzi asked you, her eyes still on the game in front of her.

You’ve gotten slightly better in the past two weeks while you were staying with her. You did have enough money to get a place of your own, but no one had brought it up.

Azzi didn’t want to admit it, but she enjoyed your company. She wouldn’t mind if you decided to live with her permanently.

You looked up from your phone screen. “Yeah sure. Where are we eating?”

“We can go to the pizza place a few blocks away?”

You stiffened, the memories with Paige flooding your head. “Uh-“

“Fuck, sorry. We can always go somewhere else-“

“No it’s fine!”

Azzi placed her controller on the table. “You sure?”

“Yeah. I’m gonna have to get over it eventually.”

—

You walked into the restaurant, the warm air immediately hitting you both.

The waitress looked up at the two of you. “Table for two?”

You nodded as you both followed her to your booth.

“Wanna share?” Azzi asked as you both got settled.

“Cheese?”

Azzi grinned. “You know it.”

“One four cheese pizza please.” The waitress wrote down your order while nodding.

“Any drinks?”

You shook your head. “Just water thanks.”

“Me too.” The waitress nodded and walked away.

While waiting for your food, you and Azzi engaged in conversations about random topics and joked around.

“I never said that!” You laughed loudly, making people look at you weirdly.

“Yes you did! I remember it very clearly. You were like-“

Your attention went to the door as the door chime echoed throughout the restaurant.

Your smile dropped, making eye contact with the blue eyes you knew too well.

“Y/N? You okay?” Azzi placed a hand on your arm.

Paige mirrored your expression with her arm around her ex’s shoulders. Well, girlfriend.

Azzi looked over her shoulder. “Oh.”

“One cheese pizza?” The waitress smiled warmly and placed the plate on your table.

“Thank you.” Azzi smiled awkwardly and turned back to you. “You wanna leave?”

You shook your head, tearing your eyes away from Paige. “It’s fine. Let’s just eat and get out of here.”

Azzi looked at you sympathetically before nodding and grabbing a slice.

She tried to distract you with some small talk, but it didn’t really help when Paige was in the booth right next to yours, giggling and looking as happy as ever.

“Paige stop!” Her girlfriend giggled, wiping the tomato sauce off her cheek.

Paige scoffs. “Oh please, you still look pretty.”

You felt like your heart shattered into a million pieces. What hurt you the most is that Paige wasn’t even wrong. She was gorgeous.

“Azzi, i’m sorry. I just can’t-“

She nodded, raising her hand as the waitress from earlier went up to you guys.

“Can we get this to-go?”

She smiled warmly. “Of course! I’ll be right back.”

Thank god the service was fast. Less than two minutes later, the waitress brought your take-out bag as Azzi handed her a twenty dollar bill.

“Keep the change.”

“Thank you so much! Have a nice night.”

“I’ll try to.” You mumbled under your breath.

Azzi nudged your shoulder. “Let’s go.”

You glanced at Paige one last time, to find her already looking at you. You could tell from the pained expression in her eyes that she wanted to make things right with you.

You sigh and look away. “Let’s go.”

and i know now, even if i tried to change, that somehow you’ll end up with her anyway.

[buckysgrace]

10. I miss you, I’m sorry

Broken Hearts Club

Steve Harrington x reader

An early post since I accidentally deleted the last chapter smh.

Steve comes to see you.

Steve

The last few weeks had been dull as a gloomy cloud had settled over him, storming and thundering as the lonely feeling caught hold of him. He hated this feeling, but there was no way to get rid of it. He was too bitter to talk to you, still betrayed over how you had lied to him.

“You look awful.” Robin spoke up, shaking the tip jar around again. He had a feeling she was trying to get a rise out of him, but it wasn’t going to work. Not today.

“Thanks.” He replied dryly as he continued to scrub the counter clean, irritated that today had to be such a slow day. Where were all the kids? Probably enjoying the pool like the traitors they were.

“Why don’t you just talk to her?” She asked in frustration, holding her hands out like she didn’t understand. He shook his head, not in the mood to see you at the moment.

“I’ve already spoken to her,” He grumbled, “There’s nothing more to say.” He said, seriously debating about scooping himself out some ice cream. He hadn’t seen you since your last talk, had refused to drive past your house or look at the stall where you worked. Ignoring you was easier, even if he still caught wind of some things.

“I don’t think that’s true.” She told him softer this time around. He snorted, figuring she had to be tired of talking about you too. He couldn’t escape you in his dreams either. It was frustrating, like karma had finally caught up with him.

“Good thing you don’t know everything.” He smarted back, dropping his rag in frustration. No matter how hard he scrubbed at the counters they remained sticky.

“What she did was shitty,” She agreed with him, “But I don’t think she’s a terrible person. You said she was going to tell you, right?” She questioned again, crossed her arms as she leaned against the counter. He sighed.

“Only because her friend was going to tell me.” He repeated the bitter truth, still wondering why you couldn’t just tell him. He didn’t think he was that scary, or shitty. But maybe he still was the asshole from school.

“She’s nice,” She said a second later, “I don’t think that’s completely true.” She nodded her head softly, making him irritated at the way she was siding with you. She was his friend, not yours.

“So I should just forgive her?” He asked with a little laugh, already knowing that he couldn’t do that. At least he thought he couldn’t.

“You should talk to her,” She reasoned with him, giving her head a little shake, “Why are you being so stubborn?” She rested her hands on her hips, mirroring his actions.

“I don’t want to go through another breakup,” He grumbled, “She’s going off to college soon anyways.” He dropped his hands in annoyance again, figuring that would be the end of it. You’d be somewhere else. Much happier. You’d probably find someone else too, but that thought didn’t linger well with him.

“So that’s it?” She questioned him, “You never want to see her again?” She asked as she reached out, giving his shoulder a little push. He grumbled as he pushed her away.

“I never said that,” He sighed, “It’s just complicated.” He stated at last, not wanting to bring up the fresh wounds again. Daybed he would talk to you later, but he didn’t want to think about you right now.

“You don’t have much time left,” She reminded him, “You should talk to her before it’s too late.” She added a second later, making him nod his head as he thought about it. You would be leaving for college soon. Far away, all the way to Chicago. You were leaving this small town for some big city.

“I guess.”

“And get us some more of that banana bread,” She added a second later, “That was really good.” He mumbled along as he thought about how they had devoured it between a shared joint.

He thought about you the rest of his shift and not in his usual mopey way. He took a lot of time considering how the past few weeks had been and if he wanted to keep up like this. He was sure he could eventually pick up the pieces, just as he had with Nancy. But something about you was different. You had always been mingled through his life in some manner and it felt wrong to just lose you completely.

But he was hurt. He couldn’t deny that, even if it was over some dumb bet. Or prank. Whatever it had been. It was immature of you, but that wasn’t the part that hurt him the post. It was the lies. He didn’t understand how you could be with him for so long and keep such a big secret and then be afraid to tell him the truth. None of that made sense to him.

Despite being so hurt, he took pity on you and the way you were pumping your legs furiously to work your bike up over the hill. The summer sun was high in the sky, the air wet and dry. It was a miserable day to be outside. Something about it made him feel soft inside, bitter as he recalled the memories.

He slowed down as he approached you, watching the way you were trying to make your way towards the top of the hill. Part of him wished that he could say that you deserved to be out in the hot heat, but he only felt bad instead.

“Do you need a ride?” He asked as he came to a halt, rolling his window down as your eyes snapped towards him in surprise.

“Oh,” You stalled, “My house is right there.” You pointed out, as if he didn’t know where you lived. His eyes drifted over your shorts for a second too long, heart aching at the worry that you had moved on just fine without him.

“Maybe you can come over and we can talk.” He replied at last, feeling like there was a weight being lifted off of his chest. Your eyes scanned his features for a moment, like you were trying to determine if this was a joke or not.

“Okay,” You breathed out deeply, blinking at him, “Are you sure?” You paused as you glanced down the road, checking for traffic before you pulled yourself off of your bike seat.

“Positive,” He said as he put the car in park, then hopped out to grab your bike, “Why aren’t you driving?” He asked you, recalling how he had seen your car not too long ago.

“Oil change,” You replied sheepishly, “My grandpa is doing it today.” You rubbed your palms over your arm, watching closely as he squeezed your bike into the trunk. Just enough room.

The short ride to his house was quiet, tense as you continually moved your hands across your knees and arms. You were nervous, that much was obvious.

“You can come in,” He chuckled softly, even though he felt just as awkward, “I won’t bite.” He replied as he held the door open, watching as you shimmied your way inside. He hated how the two of you had taken several steps back.

He walked to the fridge, reminded that he desperately needed to head to the grocery store again. He ignored that though, instead reaching for two cans of Coke. He passed one to you, watching the delicate way you opened it.

“Did you read my letter?” You asked at last, bringing the can up to your lips as your eyes fleeting met his. He chewed on his bottom lip, knowing that he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it.

“I did,” He told you softly, “You have a way with words. You should be a poet.” He said seriously. Your words were stunning, beautiful. He wanted to read more of your thoughtful sentences. Even if they sort of rambled at times.

“Right,” You snorted, “But did I explain myself well?” You asked as you furrowed your eyebrows together. He knew what you were really asking. He just didn’t know the full answer to that yet. But he had missed you. Even with all the hurt, he still wanted you. He’d always wanted you.

“I just don’t know why you couldn’t trust me.” He replied at last, not liking the bitter taste that filled his mouth as the words rolled off of his tongue. But it was the truth. He needed to know why.

“I didn’t want to hurt you,” You promised, “That part was killing me. I figured you’d probably understand. But I didn’t want to be the one that caused the issues.” You shook your head, laughing a little bit.

“It blew up in your face.” He replied, trying to bite back his own smile. Even if he was supposed to be mad at you, something about this felt so natural. He could argue with you for a lifetime.

“Majorly.” You agreed as you sighed deeply, shoulders slumping. He watched you, momentarily memorizing the expression on your face. You look defeated.

“When do you leave for school?” He asked gently, wondering how much time he’d have left. Maybe the two of you could make up before then. Maybe.

“A week,” You told him softly, “I’m excited.” You told him as a smile formed on your lips. He felt his heart crack a little bit, thinking about how far away you would be. He could still change his mind, though. He could still go with the original plan.

“You quit your job?” He asked you softly, trying to recall the last time he had seen you. He had been avoiding you, but maybe that’s why it had been so easy.

“I did,” You nodded your head along, “I figured I owed myself one last week to myself.” Your eyes were gentle as he met your gaze again, feeling the need to cup your face and hold you.

“Just by yourself?” He asked softly, wondering if you were even interested in him still. Maybe he had waited for too long.

“The friends I had were shitty,” You replied with a crinkled nose, “And the guy I’m crazy about isn’t talking to me right now.” You had a longing gaze on your features, making his heart thump roughly inside of his chest.

“We’re talking.” He replied as he felt his lips curl into a soft smile. Baby steps. That was good. Maybe this had been a little too rushed anyways.

“I hurt him,” You continued on, “And I was a big ass about it. He didn’t deserve to be treated in that way. I totally blew it.” You rambled on for a moment, making him consider your words. He agreed with them, but he knew he hadn’t been perfect either.

“I don’t know about totally,” He said a second later, “I think I’ve been a dick before too.” He told you truthfully, regretting the way he had ditched you in school. Things would’ve been better if he had just stuck with you.

“Steve,” You exhaled roughly, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t want it to get this far.” You looked apologetic again, eyes brewing over with fresh tears. He watched, but didn’t want you to cry.

“You’re being honest right now?” He questioned you softly, wondering if that trust could be bridged between the two of you again.

“Of course I am,” You said in surprise, “I swear to you.” You told him quickly, nodding your head. He breathed in deeply, feeling a lot better suddenly.

“I’m sorry I ditched you in high school.” He apologized, knowing he hadn’t ever fully said it outloud. Maybe he didn’t mean it then either, but he did now.

“That’s not important,” You mumbled as you looked towards the ceiling, “I shouldn’t listen to what people tell me so easily.” You chewed on your bottom lip, making him smile wistfully.

“You’re going to make much better friends than Patty.” He said honestly, feeling bad that you had been stuck with someone like her for so long.

“You think so?” You questioned, eyes glimmering hopefully. He paused for a moment, reaching across the counter to take your hand.

“I think you’re going to do great things.” He promised, observing the way your hand fit against his. Perfectly.

“I think you will too,” You replied gently, “Maybe you’ll forgive me one day and I can be there to witness that.” You breathed out hopefully, but he already knew what his answer was.

“I don’t get it,” He said suddenly, “How could you just lie to me like that?” He asked again, almost withdrawing his hand. But he stayed still, wanting to hear your answer. He wanted to believe you too. Badly.

“I didn’t realize it was real until it was too late,” You admitted, “And then I was afraid of hurting you. I know it sounds stupid, but I never wanted to hurt you. I promise you.” You nodded your head, looking earnest.

“You’ll never lie to me again?” He asked softly, linking his fingers with yours gently.

“Ever.” You nodded your head sternly, a small smile forming on your lips. His chest felt even lighter, his heart not as sore. He believed you, he really did.

“Maybe I could come with you,” He started to suggest, thinking about where this was going, “I mean, you’re going to need someone to carry all of those boxes.” He replied as a small laugh came from you.

“Oh, absolutely,” You nodded your head in agreement, “I need a strong man to help me out.” You teased, smile blinding as he watched the way your lips parted. He had a feeling that everything was going to be alright.

Thanks for reading!!

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DESERVE IT - PART NINETEEN

Javier Peña x f!reader

Summary: gossip, wedding dresses trials and the visit of your mother who obviously doesn't like your fiance makes everyone really question if your wedding will happen or not

• PART ONE TO EIGHTEEN ON MY MASTERLIST

Warnings: fluff, mentions of smut and actual smut yay (unprotected p in v, ass play, butt plug (f!), oral f!receiving, fingering and SQUIRTING) breeding kink if you squint, reader's mom is a bitch, insecure!reader, insecure!Javi, fluff ❤️

A/N: besties, this one was a real hard chapter to write. It took me days to get it done and it wasn't even good, I don't know what happened, it felt like I simply couldn't get the story going, but in fact, I know exactly what happened: I am having a real hard time to let this story go, which is why I announce you guys, next chapter (chapter 20) will be our last one! It's time to give reader and Javi the happy ending they deserve it ❤️

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The first thing you felt when you stirred in bed as you were trapped in that moment between sleep and consciousness, was Javier's boner pressed against your body. It wasn't unusual, it was a feeling you grew to love every single morning you woke up next to him, but with his recent absence once he left Colombia, you had missed it. It was just one of the particularities of your relationship that just made you and Javi… well, you and Javi. 

You rubbed yourself against his hard on, dragging whimpers from his sleeping face, you didn't mean to tease him, you just wanted to be closer, feel his warmth against your body, like you had longed for all the time you had to spend apart. His arm was thrown over your body as you felt him sinking his face further into your hair, giggling softly at how he just mumbled something in his sleep. You hadn't seen Javi relaxed like that in months, you liked it. He wasn't wary, his body wasn't tense or stiff and he didn't wake up at every move you made in bed.

You opened your eyes and took in your surroundings, you were so used to the old routine, you expected to find yourself in his apartment in Colombia, the old furniture, the mirror facing the bed, the heat barging in from the window, but instead, you saw the room was still dark, blinders closed, the disposal of the furniture was different, the decoration wasn't the same, but the mirror by the bed… that remained. Dirty old Javier, always showing his kinkiness in the slightest details. He mumbled again against your head and you chuckled, you loved this new dynamics you two had established ever since you got to Laredo, it'd been a few weeks now and you were adapting just fine. 

At first, you were so worried and anxious about everything. First of all, terrified Chucho would be annoyed at your presence, after all Javier just told him eventually one day you would move in with them and just a couple of days later you showed up there without a warning and he was forced to take you in. No matter how many times Javier tried assuring you Chucho was fine with it, you still felt worried about bothering him, you didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable in his own home and more than once you reminded Javi you would be okay with going somewhere else. 

But you father-in-law happened to be a real welcoming person; at first, he was serious, kept to himself, and he very often glanced at you, as if he analyzed you, trying to figure out if you were a good person or not. At first, it was obvious he didn't put faith into Javier's engagement, that boy had been engaged once and things didn't end well for neither part, and Chucho was terrified of another scandal and the inevitable humiliation that would come together in case his son replicated his old behavior; that was until he noticed how head over heels Javier was for you, and then his concerns changed: what if instead of Javier breaking your heart, you broke his? 

And that was why at first, all the older man did was stare at you and watch you quietly, trying to get a glimpse of your intentions. He knew Javier wasn't a child anymore, his son was strong, independent, and didn't get attached easily, but at the same time, Chucho had never seen him act towards a woman like that, he could see the need Javier had of you, of your touch, how he constantly had a hand over your body: on the small of your back, your thigh, your waist. It was explicit to him how emotionally dependent Javier was on you and it made him shiver to think of what would happen if you left him, he was sure his son would have a hell to pay. Some would've said he deserved it, he had it coming, but Chucho would be heartbroken too, he knew his son already came back from Colombia a little broken after everything he witnessed, and he didn't want him to suffer anymore. 

But you started waking up early every morning and made everyone breakfast and your father-in-law couldn't deny the fact you were a good cook, and that breakfast was way better than his and his son's. Then when Javi and him left for work, you'd stay, organize the house a little and wait for them always with lunch and dinner ready and Chucho didn't hate that at all. But what really got to his heart, was when you asked him about what Javier was like when he was little. He saw it was finally his opportunity to speak, he'd missed that, having someone to talk to and you and him were quick to establish a good, sweet relationship. He was fatherly and protective of you and you were kind and patient with him. You understood the years of loneliness made him harden, somewhat like it had happened to Javier in Colombia, but once you showed him you were willing to listen to him, to what he had to say, Chucho became almost a second father to you, he appreciated you for giving him the attention Javier didn't, you listened to him, you paid attention to his advices and his life experience, and before he knew, he was convinced you were the right girl for his son, because to Chucho, you were already part of the family. 

You also really enjoyed the times you spent with him, he was a wise man, he told you a lot about his life, his deceased wife and of course, about your Javi. And that's how you learned Javier was terrified of chickens when he was a toddler, and how he fell from a tree and broke his arm when he was eight. And how Chucho walked on him losing his virginity with Lorraine once when he came earlier from work. 

And Javier wanted to kill himself, mortified and deeply embarrassed about being exposed like that to you. He knew you had a deep admiration for him, and he worried that would be ruined after the dreadful things his dad had told you about his life. 

And all you could do was laugh, you loved learning more about him, each time you passed by a chicken you couldn't help yourself but giggle, and whenever you saw Lorraine running errands in town you couldn't help but cringe at the story you heard. No wonder she barely looked Chucho in the eyes. You also felt pretty good to learn that Chucho never called Lorraine 'mijita' just like he called you. You knew it was petty, she probably didn't even care about the Peñas anymore, but you couldn't help giving into that small competition established in your mind and fueled by people in town. Ever since Javier arrived, many people seemed to be betting against your relationship, they didn't mean harm for real, but they just had their fun by letting snarky comments here and there as if you and Javi were two tabloid celebrities with a scandalous life. 

In the first weeks, it bothered you a little, it was just so disrespectful to be walking around the store and have people whispering about you, not even waiting for you to leave before making their comments, but as you were getting used to the city, you began simply not caring about things at all. Whenever you were out with Javi, you made sure to hold his hand, kiss his cheek or peck his lips, if people wanted to comment, then you two would give them something to talk about. So it stopped being annoying and it became funny, to the point of you and Javi establishing a competition of gossip you'd heard about yourselves. 

'Did you know Y/N is pregnant and she is trying to hide?' 

'I heard Javier is going back to Colombia and leaving his girlfriend behind' 

'They aren't a couple, they are both undercover to chase down Pablo Escobar who faked his own death and moved to Laredo"

It always made you and Javi laugh, it was good to know your relationship was healthy enough so you could joke about stuff like that, you felt good about it, and Javi felt his heart swelling with pride to see you trusted him blindly. 

While Chucho and Javi left for work, you often walked around town, sending out your resume to companies you found interesting, you often went grocery shopping and you got your library card done, so you could pick up a book and entertain yourself. Camila, the girl who gave you a ride to meet Javi the day you got to Laredo became your friend, and you sometimes hung out together at coffee shops or bakeries. Your life in Laredo was going better than expected, you weren't having any problems, you enjoyed the place, the weather, your relationship with Javi was just as good as it had been, he still couldn't keep his hands off you and you had already fucked in places you probably shouldn't have. His truck for once, the stables, the green fields behind his ranch… He also fingered you when you two went to the movies. You didn't even pretend you didn't want to, or that you thought it wasn't a good idea anymore… anywhere Javi wanted to take you, he had you willing to spread your legs for him.

It was so good, the intimacy you had with Javi you never had with anyone and you couldn't even if you tried. Though Javi's bedroom was away from his dad, you couldn't make as much noise as you would like to, so every Sunday morning, while Chucho went to church as a good catholic man, you and Javi enjoyed your alone time together. He would take his time with you and you loved every single part of it. 

So you were already awake, when the rooster crowed and you knew it was only a matter of time for Chucho to leave for church. On the weekends, he established you didn't have to make them breakfast, it was your time off, but you still got up and made it, because the earlier he has breakfast, the sooner he'd leave you and Javi alone. 

You were organizing the kitchen when Javi walked to you, arms snaking around your waist and kissing your neck. You whimpered at his touch, always knowing your body so well. 

"Come on Javi, have breakfast honey" you whispered as he kissed your neck, nibbling it and not caring if he'd leave the mark of his teeth on your skin. 

You groaned at his touch, Javier just had a way to touch and tease you, making everything else seem so distant and meaningless. At his touch, it felt like nothing but him and his cock mattered to you.

"You know damn well what I wanna have for breakfast baby girl" he whispered, his hands going for your breasts, squeezing them softly and toying with your nipples "you know I'm so fucking hungry… and thirsty for you" Javier whispered into your ear and sent shivers down your spine. Ever since he'd made you squirt for the first time, Javi was addicted to it, and he devoted his Sunday mornings to see you pour for him. There was nothing that made that man go on more than drip down your sweet honey, it drove him mad and you both knew it. "Come on cariño, the bed is all ready for you… everything is waterproof, your soft towels are in place so you can make your delicious mess, mi amor" he whispered and took you by the hand. 

    •••

Javi had been pounding into you for a while, you were feeling so worked up, your wetness leaking out of you as your cunt was already sensitive and swollen. Javier had teased and stimulated you, knowing just how to get you ready for him. A plug he had gifted you a couple of weeks before, shoved deep into your tight asshole, because he just knew you squirted when all your holes were filled. You felt so full, Javi's thick cock pounding into you as he pulled and pushed your plug by its base, fucking your ass at the same time. You were tired, sweaty, the knot in your lower belly getting more and more urgent and yet you still had to be strong enough to hold back your orgasm because Javi would punish you if you came before he told you it was okay to do it.

Your legs shook and Javi groaned at each thrust, the way your walls tightened around his cock, making him even more sensitive to you, but he was determined, he wanted to have all of your honey and he wouldn't stop until he got it. 

Suddenly, his moves ceased and you felt empty as Javier slid out of you. You panted, trying to catch your breath glad to have a small break, which didn't take very long, not with Javi getting between your legs once more and breathing down your cunt "you're so perfect hermosa, you look so beautiful all spread up and open just for me…" he praised, his lips ghosting over your inner thigh, small gentle kisses, just enough to drag goosebumps all over your skin. 

"Javi please… don't tease" you whimpered and saw his frown, before his hand swatted your cunt in one dry slap 

"I can do whatever you want, cariño, this cunt is mine, this ass is mine, you are entirely mine, aren't ya?" He questioned you and you just nodded at him, whimpering as Javi finally got to your clit, suckling on it at the same time he used both arms to keep your waist in place, not letting you escape him as he ate you out, your legs shaking as he locked you with one arm, leaving the other free and shoving two fingers deep into your cunt, hitting your special spot and speeding up. He smirked at the undeniable pleasure in your face, loving how you moaned and slithered softly among the sheets. You felt that intense sensation building up once more, your lower belly felt on fire and you knew you were too close now, Javi could tell you weren't able to hold back any longer and softened up, giving your hard, soaked clit a gentle kiss "come on princesa, pour for me, make it fucking rain" he whispered against your pussy and you finally relaxed, reaching for your orgasm and letting the stream hit Javier. 

You had only blurs of him waiting for your sweetness, you couldn't keep your eyes open, but Javi stood right there loving to get your load all over his face. 

You felt like you were melting in a puddle of pleasure, feeling tired and a little sore and yet, Javi climbed on top of you, his face wet with your juices as he kissed you and got his cock inside of you again

"Come on cariño, let's make our baby Peña" he whispered into your ear.

 •••

You giggled as you entered the kitchen, Javi was right behind you, hands around your waist, squeezing you and making you giggle as the two of you had dripping hair and the clothes still hanging tight to your bodies, as you exited the shower not more than minutes before. You should have made lunch at least an hour before, knowing Chucho would come from church hungry and you and Javi could also eat after spending a lot of energy in bed, but the way he couldn't keep his hands off you, really jeopardized the other activities in the house, and at the same time you sort of felt guilty about it, you couldn't resist when it came to Javier Peña. He was your addiction, you just needed and craved him at every hour of your day, the weeks you'd spent apart you thought you were going crazy without him by your side, so now that you could spend a lifetime with him, you definitely didn't want to let it go. As you got into the kitchen, you stopped dead on tracks 

"Mom?!" You nearly shouted, eyes widening as you saw how your mother stood up next to Chucho, who had his hands on his waist - a classic Javier pose and you knew where he got that from, you could chuckle to yourself at that new piece of information on your fiance, if it weren't for the unnerving feeling your mom was giving you. The way she looked around displeased with everything and everyone. How she eyed Javier up and down and couldn't show the slightest smile or any traces of sympathy. "W-what are you doing here?" It was all you could ask her, watching as she shook her head and scoffed

"What exactly did you expect? You simply write me a letter saying you quit your job and that you were going to get married and live in this place?" She looked around "I needed to see with my own eyes, and yes, Y/N, you are indeed out of your mind!"

"I'm not. I'm marrying Javier and I'm staying in Laredo, because Javi and Don Chucho took me in and treat me like family. I don't care what you say, mom, I'm staying" you said and frowned "how did you even get in here?" And it was Chucho's turn to clear his throat and add his own version to the conversation

"I found the lady looking for information downtown, she wanted to know where our ranch was so I offered a ride" 

Javier saw how tense you got and tried using his charms to soothe your mom, maybe all she needed was some flattering, just to get to know him, not many women could resists Javier's sweet brown eyes, his beautiful smile and his polite manners, but the moment he tried greeting him properly your mom made everything at her power to keep him away, not hiding the disdain for him, which immediately made you angry and guilty, to have your uninvited mom treating like shit the people who loved and treated you like family.

Everyone could feel the tension in that kitchen and yet it was a mystery how things would be solved. Luckily to you, Chucho offered to take all of you out for lunch at a nice restaurant, then he suggested you should take your mom to some shops and other sights of Laredo, and though you were thankful for that, you felt really upset to know she was there only with one mission: make you give up on your wedding. 

You spent the rest of the day in a thick tension, you and your mom chatted briefly about family, work, and one could see and think it was just an ordinary case of mom and daughter catching up on the news, but you knew there was more to it. Luckily, Chucho's suggestion worked and she was easily distracted during the day, getting to know the city and going to bed early, being tired because of her trip. Javi also noticed everything and though he hadn't questioned you through the day you knew you would have a conversation about it. For all the time you've known each other, you barely spoke about your family, all you told him was that you had a complicated relationship with your mother and that they used to really like your former fiance, so when he left you, it all came out as a shock. You two hadn't discussed a guest list because after a whole week of trying to plan the details, you had decided to have a courthouse wedding. Not really you took that decision, but rather Javier and Chucho did. You realized the two of them were terrified of another scandal concerning that matter and even if you reassured Javier you trusted him and knew things would be different this time, he still thought it was safer to go with his dad's idea. You did feel disappointed, you'd already envisioned marrying Javier in a simple, but beautiful party, you had dreamed about inviting Murphy, Connie and your other friends, your family of course, not everybody, but the ones you were the closest to, and yet, you ended up agreeing to just signing the papers and carrying on with your day. A party didn't matter that much, but you would like to celebrate it, to put on a nice beautiful dress and show that whole town that yes, you and Javier loved each other and you would work out, despite every mean thing that'd been said and spread by those people. Your mom also agreed on having a discrete, small wedding, but it puzzled her to know why everyone seemed to be insisting on it, you could tell she was suspicious of something but you didn't feel like telling her everything that happened between Javier and his first bride, it would only bring all of you chaos and arguments. 

When you got in your bedroom later that night, you had hopes Javi was already asleep, you didn't quite know what to expect, of course he was an intelligent and observing man and he definitely understood from the very beginning you mom already hated him. You didn't know if it bothered Javi or not, but it probably did a little, no one liked to be hated by someone else and especially not without a good reason. You closed the door quietly, seeing Javi was lying in bed and smiled relieved, though he immediately raised his head from his pillow and immediately turned towards you 

"Cariño?" He called you and you bit your lips "we need to talk" he told you and beckoned, watching as you walked towards the edge of the bed and couldn't help but chuckle as he pulled you by your arm, making you lose balance and fall on top of him. You watched Javier closely, taking in how handsome he was, your heart not taking it as you admired his side profile and gently you traced the shape of his nose with the tip of your fingers, smiling at him, though you could see his expression was serious. 

"Your mom doesn't want us to get married, does she?" He sighed as you nodded. "why? Does she know about Lorraine?" You shook your head shyly "I need you to use your words, cariño… come on" he whispered against your ear as if he was seducing you, like he often did. 

"She doesn't, Javi… I haven't told my mom a lot of things, I haven't even called her, I wrote her a letter, hoping we would've been married by the time she got it. It felt weird not to tell her, but I knew she would have this reaction. She didn't like to know I was in love with you when I first got to Colombia and she definitely doesn't like our lifestyle, you know like the ranch and other things like this…" you said ashamed and looked down "I am not happy with her visit Javi, and I pissed off at how she got here and she thinks she's the queen of the world" you confessed and Javi straightened up his posture, rubbing his forehead and sighing "if she stays here for a long time, she will eventually find out about the gossip… maybe we should just go to the courthouse tomorrow, sign the papers and get this thing over with" he suggested and you couldn't help but feel disappointed, your wedding was now 'this thing'?! You shook your head 

"Javi, do you really wanna marry me?" You asked worriedly and watched as he sighed again "I don't wanna be annoying and insecure, that's just not us… but we went from leaving Colombia and getting married, having a beautiful party, wearing a wedding dress for you, and then we just thought of a courthouse wedding and now you tell me we should do it tomorrow, just to get this thing over with?" 

Javi held your face between his big hands and stroked your cheek gently, leaning in and pecked your lips, before getting off bed and getting on his knees in front of you. He took your hand, caressing it and watching his mom's ring "you're completely right, hermosa. I'm sorry if I made you feel like that, of course I still wanna marry you. I was worried you wouldn't want it after your mom arrived" he sighed "I don't want you to be upset… I want you to go out tomorrow and get yourself a pretty wedding dress, the most beautiful one you can find… I want you to be even more gorgeous to me, and once you get your dress we will figure something out, okay? Something that won't be as impersonal as a courthouse wedding… I just want you to be my wife, I want to have baby with you some day, mi amor" he said, giving you his sweet eyes, and leaning towards your touch as you caressed his cheek. 

     ••• 

"You know mom, you didn't really need to come here with me, it's a simple task… I'll pick a dress I like and buy it" you said as the two of you walked into the wedding dress store, the only one in Laredo and that you were sure you wouldn't really like the options, judging by what you'd seen in the window at least. You mom just rolled her eyes and scoffed

"You are already marrying this… man" she said "the least I can do for you is to help you pick up a decent wedding dress, knowing your taste it will definitely be a nightmare, Y/N" you gritted your teeth and before you could say anything else, a smiling girl came towards you, introducing herself as the clerk and dragging you over to the wedding dresses section. No matter how many times you'd said you were looking for a simple model, something comfortable and pretty, all she did was show you layers and layers of white, flamboyant lace, gigantic veils and your heart clenched to see you were having a hard time to even pick a dress, maybe it was all a sign? No, you shook that thought away, you and Javi were meant to be together, and no matter what was going on, you two would get married. 

When you finally spotted a simple, sleeveless white dress, you sighed relieved. You didn't like it very much, but it fit better the kind of party - if you were having a party at all - than the other options and you insisted on trying it on, despite the comments coming from both your mom and the clerk, who stated the dress was too plain and too simple. You felt your blood boiling, but you didn't say anything at all, it was bad enough you and Javi were the constant subject of gossip around town, and you figured a public argument with your mom wouldn't favor either of you, so you forced yourself to suck it up and get inside the fitting room. 

The clerk smiled at your mom trying to make small talk "so… ma'am, your daughter is marrying Javier Peña… he's kind of a big deal here in Laredo, everybody knows him, he's more of a lição hero, and it's cool that his first bride bought her dress here, and now his second bride is doing the same, hopefully she'll be luckier than Lorraine" the young girl shrugged, trying to sound innocent but also looking for some juicy details she could spread on with her co-workers later. 

Your mom's eyes snapped at the girl's words and she didn't stop inquiring until your mom got the full, whole story. And boy, she wasn't happy about it. 

You watched yourself in the mirror, you hated the dress. Maybe not the dress, but you were hating that experience, that tension and the stress. You hated that store, you hated that sales clerk who always whispered when she saw you and Javi passing by. There was nothing you wanted more than to marry Javi, and he had been clear about wanting to marry you too, but it felt like things weren't collaborating. Not even a dress you could find, and it made you anxious. As you undressed, you couldn't help but stare at your stomach, picturing if you'd look too different with a pregnant bump. You knew getting pregnant was just a matter of time and quite honestly you were a bit surprised it hadn't happened yet, with the amount of times Javi finished inside of you. Still, it didn't feel like the right moment just yet, but when it did, you'd be very happy to have baby Peña inside. 

You knew it was time to get rid of that horrible dress and head home, but you didn't think your mom would be waiting for you at the door, her face seemed to have been replaced with a mask of anger which puzzled you until you all got to the ranch. 

Chucho and Javi were at the table having some coffee and a slice of cake when they heard the commotion of the two women barging in. Your voices were loud but muffled and though it was obvious you and your mother were having an argument, they still couldn't exactly understand what you two were quarreling about. Both men got up and walked to the door, getting to the living room where you were already crying and your mom made sure to tell you horrible words, wanting to express her point of view which she considered to be the only right way to see things. 

Javier didn't like that distress, he knew you were out to see your wedding dress, it was supposed to be a nice day for a woman, and he didn't need to be a genius to see whatever happened ruined it for you. His first reaction was to wrap his arms around your body and pull you closer, kissing the top of your head and stroking your cheek "shh calm down, cariño… what happened?" He asked worried but your mom immediately walked to him 

"You happened!!!" She yelled "you happened to disgrace my daughter's life, Javier! How can she marry someone like you? You cannot even be called a man! You're a coward, a disgusting person!!! And my daughter is the stupidest woman in the world!!! She was humiliated by a man like you, but she seems to like your type because she is willing to make the same mistake for the second time now!!!" Your mom yelled feeling so angry and wanting to inflict as much pain as she could "and even if you don't abandon her at the altar, Mr. Peña… what do you have to offer her? This house? A life on the farm? Taking care of kids and animals? Until what? She gets too unattractive to you and you start chasing down girls half your age?" 

"ENOUGH!!!" you finally roared, being fed up with that scene, that horrid act of cruelty "enough!!! You have no right to say those things, mom!!! You weren't invited here, you weren't even invited to the wedding, I just told you I would be getting married to Javi, well, now I don't even know if there will be a wedding, but you are no one to tell me what to do or what not to do!!! I love Javi and I want this life, we both do! I trust him, I wanna be his wife, be the mother of his children and if you don't like it, just go away!!! I'm not asking for permission or your approval!" You finally said and gently got rid of Javi's arms, not wanting to be there any longer. 

You ran out the door and went for the green fields, the ones you often made love with him and walked until you were far away from the house, from that ranch that despite the large size, made you feel suffocated. You and sat down on the grass and allowed yourself to shed your tears, letting all the hurt out of your chest as you felt so upset at everything that was happening. Your mom had no right to try to ruin everything for you, you were supposed to be living the best of your relationship with Javi and not having everything spoiled by anyone just because they thought it was fun to comment on your life.

You hung your head low and sighed, trying to find some inner peace. 

Some time later, Javi watched you from afar as he squinted his eyes because of the sun and placed his hands on his hips. He took a deep breath and walked towards you, climbing the small hill you sat yourself on and reaching you.

"Hey" he said licking his bottom lip "your mom packed her things and decided to fly back home, dad just took her to the airport…" he said carefully and watched as you nodded, your eyes still red and puffy. It simply broke his heart.

"J-Javi I'm so sorry about what she said… about everything, this scene, this argument, about the things I've told you… I'm just so tired of this, of having to step on eggshells all the time when we are out because people gossip about us, it's not fair we have to give up our wedding, our celebration of a new start because of a bunch of dicks around here… all the gossip was funny at first, but now's just tiring. I'm tired of having people telling me you're going to abandon me or you're going to cheat on me, because you're not" you held Javier's face between your hands and stared into his eyes "I know you'll never do this, we both know it" you sniffed sadly as Javi gently wiped the tears that insisted on falling down. 

"You're totally right, cariño… I'm tired of that too, I understand if you don't wanna marry me or if you don't wanna live in Laredo with me, but I thought of a solution to show these fucking hillbillies how we're meant to be for real: I want to have a big ranch wedding, it can be here, in the fields… we get a priest or whatever to bless our ceremony, we have a big party so we can show everyone how we are getting married for real, the whole town as a witness to our love, so they'll shut up about it. You can get your wedding dress handmade with the seamstress who lives a couple of miles away…" he suggested it, his heart hammering his ribcage as he watched you closely. "What do you say, mi amor? Will you still marry me?" 

And then Javi stared at you with his stupid, deep brown eyes, you could tell at that moment he would do anything for you and your heart clenched at how much you loved him, it just ran through your body, your veins, your pores. You loved Javier with your whole heart and soul and it was obvious you would still marry him.

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A/N: I hope you guys liked it 😭

[canirove]

My neighbour Rúben | Chapter 14

Author's note: You don't want to miss Friday's chapter 👀

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When I woke up the next day, my head hurt like hell. Everything hurt like hell, to be honest, and I wasn't sure about where I was. That wasn't my room at my grandma's house, that wasn't my bed and... And someone's arm was around my waist.

"Shit" I whispered. What had I done?

I tried to move and turn to see who was hugging me, but his grip was too firm, and I couldn't move without waking him up. Because this definitely was a man's arm. 

I needed to remember. What had happened last night? I went to a party with Aaron Ramsdale. To Ben White’s house. So that's where we probably were. And we drank something pink, and then... Rúben. I remembered talking with Rúben. And dancing. But what did I do after that? 

"Fuck!" the man behind me said, both of us jumping when someone closed a door with too much force. "That was too loud" he said, his arm leaving my body as he changed his position. "Are you awake?"

I recognized that voice. Aaron. The man next to me was Aaron. Why was I sharing a bed with him?

"I am" I said, my voice sounding all cranky. I needed a glass of water so badly... 

"I need some water" he said as if reading my mind. "Do you want some?"

"Please."

I felt him leave the bed and walk somewhere, turning a light that was too bright, both of us complain about it. While he cursed, I hid my head under the duvet. And that's when I noticed I was just in my underwear. Dear God, what had I done?

"Why are you hiding?" Aaron said next to me. 

"The light. Too bright" I said, still under the duvet.

"Happy hangover" he chuckled, leaving the glass on the bedside table before getting back in bed next to me. 

This was bad. This was so so bad. And my head hurt. And I needed to pee. Badly. So finding some courage God knows where, I moved from under the duvet, looking around.

"Morning" Aaron said. 

"Hi" I replied, not looking at him. "Bathroom?"

"The door in front of us."

"Thank you" I said, getting up from the bed. But the moment I was on my feet, everything started moving.

"Woah, careful there" Aaron said, holding me by the arms. "Slow movements."

"Slow movements" I repeated, getting up again. 

Once inside the bathroom, I made sure to lock the door. 

"Ok" I said, taking a deep breath. I moved to look at myself in the mirror, see if there was anything different about me. But beyond looking horrible, my hair being a mess and my eyes red and swollen, I looked like always.

"You took your time there" Aaron said when I finally came out. "Everything ok?"

"Yeah, yeah. Just too much liquid in my body."

"We drank a bit, didn't we?"

"I could drink a lot more. But just water" I said, getting back in bed and drinking the glass he had brought me in just one go.

"Same. Do you want me to get us something to eat? That will also help."

"Talking from experience?"

"I'm afraid so" he said with that big smile of his.

"Ok. But Aaron," I said once he got up, just wearing his boxers. "Can you see if my phone is over there? My grandma may be going nuts wondering where I am."

"She knows you are with me. When you were in the bathroom I checked my phone and I had a text from my dad saying not to worry, that they knew" he said, handing me my phone.

"Oh, great. Thank you." 

"You're welcome."

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"This is the best meal of my entire life."

"It's just a breakfast burrito" Aaron chuckled before giving his a big bite.

"Best meal ever" I repeated. Ben had thought of everything, getting breakfast for those guests who had decided to stay. "Do you think he'll get mad if we get his sheets dirty?" 

"He'll probably burn all the sheets that have been used tonight" Aaron laughed.

"Do... Do you..." I mumbled, putting down my burrito. 

"Do I...?" he asked with a smile.

"Do you remember what happened last night?" 

"You don't?"

"I remember us dancing and calling..."

"Rúben."

"Yes." 

"I think he's gonna be a bit pissed."

"What?" I said, my voice coming out louder than I expected.

"We made out while we were dancing. Then we came here, we kept making out, ended up in our underwear, and then…”

“And then?” 

“Then I… I… God, this is so embarrassing.”

“What happened, Aaron? Tell me.”

“Well, I started touching you down there, and you basically moaned Rúben's name instead of mine.”

“Oh my God” I gasped. 

"You have gone so red" he laughed. "But it's ok, don't worry.”

“Really?”

“It is. It had never happened before, but there is a first time for everything” he shrugged. 

"I don't know what to say, I…” 

“You don't have to say anything. At least not to me.”

“What do you… Oh.”

“Yep.”

Rúben. The call. He was going to ask me about what had happened after. And since I can't lie because my face gives it all away…

“Urgh, I'm such an idiot!”

"Hey, don't" Aaron said, holding my hand. "Not crying under my watch."

"But I... I just ruined everything before it even started!"

"You don't know that."

"Oh, c'mon Aaron. If the girl you liked got drunk and did what we did with a guy she just met, wouldn’t you be mad at her? Wouldn’t you feel hurt and betrayed?"

"He may understand" he said after a few seconds of silence. "You said you were single, it isn't cheating."

"We had something going on, Aaron. And now it is gone."

"Oh, fuck!" he cursed, hitting the bed and making the food go everywhere. We could add Ben to the list of people angry with us. "This is all my fault. I shouldn't have brought you here, or told you to have a drink when you said you didn't drink, or..."

"It is my fault, Aaron. Not yours. I said yes to all of that, you didn't push me to do anything" I said between sobs.

"I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry" he said, moving closer and hugging me, my body shaking while I cried.

I had fucked up. And big time.

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Make Mama Happy - Chapter 12

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“Heather!” I screamed. Vinny and I had gone to the airport to pick up my best friend and her boyfriend and to say I had missed her was an understatement. I’m sure to the onlookers it was comical to see two grown women running full speed at each other, but I didn’t care. I missed my best friend too much.

“Nichole!” We tackled each other in the middle of the walkway and stood there for what felt like a lifetime. “I missed you so much.”

“Never leave me for that long again or I’m cutting off all of your hair.” I cried; the threat completely empty but it got a laugh out of her.

“I promise.” We pulled away and I saw Rick standing behind her with a guilty expression.

“Hey brat. I kinda missed you.” He mumbled. “Can I get a hug?” I cocked my head but when he opened his arms, I found myself walking into them. We hugged each other for a second before pulling back and me landing a decent punch to his arm.

“I guess I kinda missed you too. But you deserved that. Asshole.” I huffed as an afterthought, pride coursing through my body as he rubbed his now sore arm with a grin. The boys hugged briefly before we made our way over to the baggage claim and found their luggage.

“You and Rick are getting along? Is the world ending?” Heather asked me quietly. We were trailing a few feet behind our boys so they couldn’t hear us over the roar of all the people returning home from the holidays.

“Don’t think to much into it. He texted me on Christmas with an apology and I decided to try to be friends. I don’t expect it to last.” I giggled. We got their stuff and headed out to the car, Rick and Vinny sitting up front and Heather and I sitting in the back. It was about a 20-minute drive back to Rickys place and I had to admire it. I hadn’t been there before so I didn’t realize that his house was sitting on a bit of land and tucked inside a bunch of trees. “Your home is beautiful Richard.” His house was a gorgeous white two story house that had giant windows looking into the living room to let in a lot of natural light.

“Thank you. I got lucky to find this property.” We unloaded their bags and Rick handed his to Vinny. “Can you take that up to my room please?” The drummer nodded and both him and Heather went inside and up the stairs. “So I was thinking Thursday afternoon we could go look at rings.” He said casually.

“Are we not going to talk about this?” I asked, my frustration with how dismissive he was being boiling over.

“What? I’m trying to.” He said stupidly.

“Not ring shopping Rick! You hate me! Why are you acting all buddy-buddy now?” I snapped.

“You’re dating Vinny. I’m stuck with you in my life now so I might as well get use to you being here.” He shrugged. “You guys seem happy too. So, I guess I was wrong about you.”

“Jesus! You can’t go 10 minutes without trying to take a jab at me, can you? Did you forget you tried to lie about me to my best friend? Tried to convince her I was scum who tried to steal you away?” I was getting seriously annoyed with him in that moment.

“I apologized for that! And I’m being truthful. I was wrong about you and I’m sorry!” He was getting angry now too. I didn’t know how we were ever going to try to make a friendship work if we couldn’t go 5 minutes without fighting.

“Yeah, whatever. This is still probably some joke so you and Vin can have one last laugh. I like him a lot, but I can never catch a break with you two.” I growled. Ricks eyes went wide but they weren’t looking at me. I turned around to see Vinny and Heather standing in the doorway of the house both of them looking sad but an underlying look of anger in Vinny’s eyes.

“Do you still think so little of me?” He asked slowly.

“Vin-“

“I invited you into my home, I let my mother take you under her wing. Hell, even my father loves you! And yet you still hold me at arm’s length.” He was scarily calm right now and it terrified me. Rick had moved over to Heather and pulled her away from what was sure to be a cat fight.

“This was all fake when it started Vinny. It was a show so you could get your mom off your back. I’m sorry if I am still having a hard time believing this is real.” I scoffed. He didn’t get a right to be mad at me for being scared.

“So the last two weeks meant nothing to you?” He had gotten closer to me and I could feel the fury rolling off of him.

“Oh, the last two weeks where you seem like you are walking on eggshells around me? Sure, you can call this a relationship but ever since we slept together on Christmas eve you’ve been acting weird around me.” I sighed. “Don’t forget this all started because he called me a whore and you believed him.” I jerked my hand at the guitarist.

“Fuck, I am so sick of you throwing that in his face! It was an idiot move and he apologized! Get over it.”

“You’re complaining about me not trusting you and yet you still defend him!” I laughed pathetically. I knew it was all too good to be true. “Fuck this. I take back what I said. I thought I loved you but you cant even be man enough to say it back and now this? I’m hurt. I get to be hurt. So if you want to choose his side then fine. I’m not going to deal with this shit anymore.”

“Rick, I’m going to go home. I need some air.” Vinny went back to his car and got in, quickly taking off without me and leaving me there with Heather and Rick. As I watched him drive away my eyes filled with tears and I barely felt myself collapse into a heap on the drive way. I had probably just ruined the best relationship of my life because of my stupidity and there was no way he was going to forgive me now. I laid there in a puddle of tears as strong arms reached down and pulled me into seated position, hugging me tightly. I glanced up to see Rick watching me with a sad smile and that made me cry even harder.

“I’m sorry.” I whispered. “I- I forgive you. I’m just-“ I couldn’t even finish my words but I could tell he understood. I wasn’t even mad at him anymore so I didn’t know why I couldn’t just let the situation go and trust in him and Vinny. He lifted me into his arms and carried me inside to his couch. He set me down and I drifted off, only barely registering the blanket he pulled up over my shoulder.

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“Mom?” Vinny whispered. He was currently standing on her porch, having driven around for the better part of 4 hours before he landed there. Tears were streaming down his face and he angrily tried to wipe them away but as he did new ones just fell.

“Vincenzo, honey, what’s wrong?” Rosa asked, grabbing his arm and pulling him inside. “Its cold dear. Come in and I will make you hot chocolate.”

“I messed up.” He mumbled. “Nichole, shes- shes amazing and perfect and kind and sweet and I like her and I ruined it all.” He went over to the couch and collapsed onto it, taking a pillow and burying his face.

“I’m sure that isn’t true. Now stop trying to suffocate yourself, that won’t win her back.” His mom scolded him, setting the hot chocolate on the table. He dropped the pillow to his lap and sighed.

“She’s never going to forgive me! It was ruined before it even started and it’s all my fault!”

“How is it your fault exactly?” She sat in the chair across from him and waited for him to respond. He hated how patient and understanding she was because all he wanted was to hate himself right now and he wanted her to hate him too. He was a horrible son.

“Because I believed Rick. He opened his god damn mouth and I believed him and that was before I even met Nichole. He was lying about her so that I would hate her. But I don’t. I love her and-“ He froze at his words and let out a frustrated yell. “I fucking love her. I’m so fucking stupid. She told me she loved me and I didn’t have the balls to say it back and now she’s gone.” He shoved the pillow over his face again and actually tried suffocating himself this time.

“Richard is your best friend. I’m sure he told you what he did with good intentions.” The pillow dropped once more and he shook his head. He wished he could just disappear and all of this would just go away. He just wanted to hold Nichole in his arms right now and hug her and tell her everything was going to be ok but he messed that all up.

“No. He told me she had been flirting with him behind Heathers back so the first time I saw her I told her we didn’t want her kind around us and she needed to leave. I treated her like trash only to find out moments later that Rick had lied to me because he didn’t want me to be with her.”

“I’m sorry. I’m confused. How did you two end up together?”

“Because Ky said you were going to set me up with someone! I didn’t want a relationship at the time so I asked her to fake date me for a while to get you off my back.” He froze and his eyes went wide. He had not meant to say that and from the look on his mother’s face, she was not amused. The way she leaned back in her chair and raised a single eyebrow terrified him. He had only seen that expression a hand full of times before. Once when his sister had a pregnancy scare in high school, once when Kyle had broken Vinny’s arm when they were wrestling, and once when Vinny himself had decided to drop out of college to pursue a career with this small band that had very little hope of succeeding at the time. This look was one you never wanted to see on Mama Mauro. “I can explain.”

[hearts4golbach]

Get the Angles Right!

chapter 8.

pairing:

Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.

a/n:

wrote this while watching Johnnies stream. best hour of my life.

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warnings:

none

word count:

1.2k

you sat in front of Johnnie, carefully reapplying the eyeliner in his waterline. you added a small eyeliner wing, and that was the makeup look for the zebra outfit. "Okay, hurry up. go get changed! i'm super excited to see this one after the last one." You urged.

he looked in the mirror at his makeup. the eyeliner wing was affecting you severely. he looked so good, it was almost unbearable. it made you want to kiss him even more than you already did. he went to go change immediately, leaving you alone with your thoughts. you thought about your feelings for Johnnie, which were intensifying by the day. you changed the backdrop to a basic white background.

he walked out in just the mesh shirt, the jacket hung off of his arm. his tattoos shown through the shirt, making your heart race as you looked at him. "What are you doing?" You laughed, "put the jacket on before i dress code you." Johnnie knew what he was doing.

he did as told. "Yes, ma'am." he knew the drill. he walked over and stood in the middle of the set and waited for you to walk over. you could feel his eyes on you as you quickly tidied up the vanity.

you walked back over to the camera. you looked through the camera to see what Johnnie looked like. "Do you mind if I adjust your hair a bit?" you asked, glancing at him over the camera.

"Yeah, I don't care." he seemed hesitant, like he was nervous to feel your touch.

you approached him in a cautious manner, like you'd scare him away if you got too close too fast. you gently brushed the stray hairs to match the swoop. your fingers grazed his soft skin as he stared at you. his eyes glanced from your lips back to your own.  you micromanaged other parts of his hair, trying to avoid walking away for as long as you could. the tension was suffocating. you fought the urge to lean in, seeing as he seemed to be doing the same.

you finally let out a small sigh. "Okay," you flashed him an awkward smile before walking back to the camera.

you went through the same process. you could tell Johnnie was becoming more confident with each photo. the more confident he got, the more attractive he became. part of you wanted to say fuck the photo shoot and make a move on Johnnie, but this was your business. you felt as if Johnnie was one of your last chances, and you weren't going to miss it.

it was the same routine once more. you did his makeup to match the next outfit. you wiped off the wing, touched up his waterline, and smudged some black eyeshadow under his eye. you wanted to incorporate the brown of the shirt, but you couldn't come up with anything.

he went and changed into the brown splotchy shirt and leather pants. he left the shirt completely unbuttoned. "how far up do you want it buttoned?"

you choked on your spit as you saw his bare chest peeking through the shirt. you looked away immediately as you felt your face heat up. "just, like, half way." you muttered, trying to find somewhere else to look but him. he let out a small laugh and did as you told him to.

he walked over to the white backdrop and waited for you. "how the fuck did you make leather pants comfortable?"

you adjusted the camera and laughed at his question. "i don't know, i usually use pretty stretchy material for all of my shit. i also added a softer material on the inside."

"i love them." he mentioned, feeling the pants before looking back at the camera.

"you can keep whatever you like, i made it for you." you offered as you fixed the lighting to match the outfit. "mkay, pose for me babe." the nickname slipped out of your mouth. you chose to not acknowledge what you said and move on with the shoot.

the nickname seemed to boost his confidence through the roof. the photos you got of the outfit was impeccable.

"you know what i realized?" you mumbled as you continued to snap photos. "i have none of your socials, and i want to tag you if i post these." you pulled away from the camera and walked towards him.

he held a defeated look on his face. "yeah, here." he grabbed his phone and read you his username.

clicking on his profile sent you into shock. "you never told me you were literally famous!" you laughed. "fucking verified and everything."

he choked on his words as he looked at you. "yeah, i'm sorry."

"what? don't be sorry, it just caught me off guard." you shyed away. "i'm kind of nervous now." you laughed.

he giggled. "why are you nervous?"

"i don't even know." you shrugged, avoiding eye contact. "okay, let's get back to the shoot."

you tweaked his waterline eyeliner for the millionth time, wiped off the black eyeshadow, and added red eyeshadow to his under eye. as you sat in front of him, his hand slowly moved from his knee to yours. your stomach flipped as his thumb gently rubbed your knee.

you swallowed hard. your mouth felt dry as you tried to stay focused on his makeup. that small gesture he made was your signal. although you were still nervous to make a move yourself, you also knew he'd be leaving New York city and you'd never see him again. your heart ached at the thought.

"o-okay." you stuttered, holding a small smile on your face. Johnnies gaze on you made you nervous.

his smile seemed brighter than before. "fuck, this is the last outfit." he complained.

"i know!" you exclaimed, matching his newfound energy. "we could probably do one more shoot before you leave, if you wanted."

"of fucking course, i don't think i've had this much fun in a while. and the fits you make are fucking sick." he took the last outfit off the rack and walked back into the changing room.

you let out a deep sigh, you felt like you had been holding your breath that whole time. you changed the backdrop to a dark grey, you were happy, the shoot was going just as you had imagined, if not better. you took a few deep breaths, trying to ground yourself before Johnnie came out of the changing room.

in the changing room, Johnnie was doing the same. he walked out in the final outfit. "holy shit," you muttered under your breath.

it was the same process over again. you held back everything you wanted to say to Johnnie as you took the photos. you smiled to yourself, seeing as Johnnie seemed more confident than ever.

after you had taken the last picture, you looked at him with a goofy smile on your face. "we're done! i can't wait to edit these photos." you walked over and hugged him gently. "thank you for doing this."

he reciprocated the hug. he asked you not to thank him as he gently rubbed your lower back. goosebumps covered your body as he spoke. "i wanted to do this," he looked down at you with a sweet grin.

[dis0rderly-cl0wn-nerd]

Crack A Smile and Cut Your Mouth

Ledger!Joker Origin Story

Chapter Sixteen - Why So Serious?

Warnings: Violence, murder - he's the Joker now guys!

Chapter Summary: Jack Joker removes himself from any trace of his past and starts anew. His mission to take control of Gotham begins.

Author's Note: And that's a wrap! Thank you guys so much for all your love and support! All the likes, comments, reblogs, kudos, and bookmarks I got are greatly appreciated 💜 I enjoyed writing this so much. Even though there were times when my motivation was low, I just kept pushing myself to get to this point and it was so worth it. This last chapter is lengthy because there was a lot of stuff I had to pack in. I'm really proud of this one. Enjoy!

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A low moan could be heard echoing in the bathroom as Jack groggily opened his eyes and sat up. His whole body ached. He was incredibly dizzy and struggled to stand. 

What the hell? Oh. 

He caught sight of himself in the cracked, bloody mirror and remembered everything. He still couldn’t believe that he actually did it. It actually happened.

His hand moved up to feel the right side of his face. He stroked it carefully, as if he was afraid to mess something up. The wound was hot and puffy. It burned at his touch. The patch of skin was bumpy and jagged, now matching the other side. 

The bathroom looked like a crime scene. There was so much blood splattered everywhere. There was even some on the ceiling. How it got there, Jack had no clue. He remembered thinking somewhere in his swirling, spiraling mess of thoughts that maybe he would die from the blood loss and he wouldn’t have to go through with this plan anymore. Either way he wouldn’t have cared. Nothing was important and nothing mattered to him anymore. 

Jack staggered out into the hall and into the kitchen, holding onto the countertops for support as he fumbled around in the cabinets. He found the bottle of painkillers he kept up there and twisted off the cap like a ravenous beast, his breathing labored. He shook a handful of the pills into his bloodstained hand and took them with grimace. 

The dizziness had not yet gone away as Jack attempted to walk back to his bedroom. He collapsed on the couch halfway there and took a minute to get his bearings back, putting a hand to his forehead.

“What to do…” He mumbled aloud. 

He needed to start perfecting this clown persona he was preparing to take on. A new name was in order. Something that had an edge to it. Bozo? No that’s taken. Wild Card? That’s stupid. Chuckles? Not very intimidating. Jester…? Eh, names weren’t that pressing at the moment. He could come back to that. 

Most importantly, he needed a new look. The first and most painful step was complete. He just didn’t look very…clown-like. There was still lots more to be done before he could officially get started. 

Jack felt like he could stand up again and stumbled back into his room. A calming, numbing feeling washed over him as the painkillers kicked in. Now would be the perfect time to go out and hunt for the rest of his ensemble. Keeping in mind the current state of his appearance, he threw on his black hoodie from the floor and pulled the hood over his head. He dug out a brown scarf from his closet and fastened it around his face.

Nobody needed to see him like this. Not yet. He wasn’t finished.

After shoving his keys into his pocket, Jack left the apartment building and started towards town. He knew of a costume shop not too far away. There he could find some of the things he needed for at least the makeup aspect.

It was cold and rainy out, which actually worked in his favor. No one would question why he had a scarf on like that. He shoved his icy hands into his pockets to stay warm and kept going at a steady pace until he reached the shop. 

It was practically deserted. Jack was the only one there besides the young guy sitting behind the counter, who had to still be in high school. He looked bored out of his mind.

Jack went towards the back of the shop where the makeup was. He had a vague idea of what he was going to do. He already had the colors in mind. He just needed to figure out how to put it all together. He would obviously need white as the main, base color so he picked it up first. Then he grabbed a tube of Russian red lipstick and a container of black greasepaint for his eyes. 

Next he had to pick out the hair dye. That was a hard decision. He hadn’t put much thought into his hair until now. Red was definitely out. He’d look like Ronald McDonald. Maybe blue? Or purple? Nah. It wouldn’t go with his outfit ideas. He spotted green on the shelf and was instantly intrigued. He grabbed the box of dye and looked over it with a smirk. Green could work. It was electric. It stood out. It would be perfect.

Jack put the box of dye in his armful of stuff and brought everything over to the counter. He could’ve easily walked out without paying and he thought about doing it, but he wanted to have some fun with the kid.

The boy lazily scanned the items and looked up at him. “$10.50, sir.” He said with a yawn.

Jack laid down a 5 dollar bill and a few ones. He scooped up the items and started to walk off.

“Hey, uh, sir! Come back. You’re still a few dollars short.” The boy called after him.

Jack turned around with his scarf lowered and glared at him. His dark eyes told the kid that he better just look the other way. The boy went pale and a look of terror spread across his face. He motioned for Jack to go ahead. Jack smiled at him and pulled his scarf back up. 

…

When he made it back to his apartment, Jack was giddy. He had to test everything out right then. He brought the supplies into the bathroom and stood shirtless in front of his broken mirror. He opened up the box of hair dye first. After briefly scanning the instructions, he set it aside. He combed through his messy curls with his fingers the best he could and sectioned off his hair with the clips that came in the box.

He didn’t bother bleaching his hair before he colored it. The dye needed to be easily washed out. It would help him when he needed to go incognito or put on a disguise.

Jack took the dye out of the box and began spreading it around with the brush, making sure to cover every area. Once it was spread out, he ran his fingers through his hair, seeping the green into the brown curls. He let the dye sit for a few minutes and then rinsed in the sink. The water mixed with the dye and left behind trails of green down his neck and shoulders. 

He pulled his hair back into a ponytail and patted his face dry with a towel so he could start on the makeup. First he slathered the white paint onto his face. His skin peeked out at the crinkles of his nose, mouth, and forehead. Next he took the black paint and smeared it around his eyes. He wanted it to be as messy and unhinged as possible. He was trying to scare people, not perform magic tricks at birthday parties. 

Last came the lipstick. This was where he could really display the madness. He applied it to his lips just like anyone else would, but smeared it at the corners of his mouth. He applied some more on his scars and rubbed it in. He was gentler with the right side since it was of course still very sensitive.

Jack stood back and admired his work in the fragments of the mirror. He smiled. Every detail was perfect. The greasepaint, especially the black around his eyes, closely resembled the camouflage warpaint of his army days. That was a good thing. It meant he had achieved the whole goal of the makeup. This was his warpaint now.

As for his outfit, he found various pieces of dress clothes buried in the back of his closet. He was mainly looking for patterned things and little pops of color, which he didn’t have much of. In the future, when he solidified what he wanted and had the proper funds, he would buy himself a custom suit. For now, he made do with what he already had and chose a light blue patterned dress shirt, dark gray slacks, and a dark gray blazer. Simple, but it would get the job done.

The look was completed, yet there was still plenty more to do. For one thing, the apartment, as nice as it was, just wouldn’t do anymore. Too many people around. Too many potential witnesses. It was in the past, tied to Jack Napier. He needed to move out, no questions asked.

Jack knew that might be easier said than done. With Mrs. Vernon being the way she was, she would try everything to get him to stay and pester him until she could find out why he was leaving. Obviously, he couldn’t let her figure out anything.

…

“Uh, so you see, Mrs. Vernon, it’s nothing personal. It’s been great here. But I won’t be staying here anymore.” Jack said to the landlady, treading carefully. She had always been kind to him so he didn’t want to hurt her feelings.

Mrs. Vernon didn’t look upset, but her eyes said otherwise. Her expression was more concerned, like a mother worried about her child’s reckless decisions.

“Oh. Was the rent too much? We can work something out if you need to, Jack.”

“No. It’s perfectly fine. I’m just moving across the city. I have a, um, job opportunity there. I need to be closer to it.” 

“Okay. I just wanted to make sure it wasn’t anything I did.” 

Mrs. Vernon still looked very troubled as she shook Jack’s hand. Who wouldn’t? The other night he came in struggling to walk and trailing in blood behind him. Now just a few days later, he comes into her office covering his face and saying he’s moving out? He knew it wasn’t a good look. But he was a good liar. 

“Thank you, Mrs. Vernon. I can send you the rest of this month’s rent if you want.”

“No no no. Don’t worry about that, dear. I don’t need it. You keep that for yourself.”

“You sure?”

“Yes. Keep it.”

“Alright. I should be out of here by this evening. Thank you for being so good to me these past two years.”

“You’re welcome dear. Good luck at your new job.”

Jack nodded and stood up from the desk. He exhaled in relief as he left the office and walked up the stairs back to the third floor so he could begin packing. That actually wasn’t so bad.

The day before he worked tirelessly to clean up the apartment, making it seem as if nothing had ever happened there. He cleaned the messy kitchen and the trashed living room, replaced the broken mirror, picked up all the glass shards, and scrubbed away the blood staining the bathroom.

Today he would spend his time packing up. Everything had to go. Compared to when he first moved in, he only had a backpack, a duffel bag, and a big box full of stuff. Really he wouldn’t even need that much. He was starting over. 

That night he walked out of the lobby for the last time and waved goodbye to Mrs. Vernon, maintaining a friendly front. He threw his stuff into his truck and drove off. Where he would go he had no clue, but he couldn’t stay there. Eventually he found an abandoned building a few minutes away and decided to stay there for the night. Until he could find another place of his own, he would have to wander around homeless for a while.

Jack was much too excited to sleep. He pulled out his deck of cards and shuffled through them to pass the time. He came across the joker card and that's when the lightbulb went off. He sat bolt upright.

Joker! That’s what he would be called. It had a nice touch. Why didn’t he think of that sooner? The card was part of his whole inspiration. Joker. That was his name now.

…

Here it is. This is it. Joker thought as he approached the door outside the boarded up warehouse, holding a briefcase full of cash. He knocked on the door four times just as instructed. A few moments passed and then a slot at the top of the door opened. A pair of eyes glared at him.

“Yes? State your business.” A raspy voice demanded.

“Appointment for Jack.” Joker answered calmly.

The slot closed and the sound of the door being unlocked echoed in the alley. A tall man with greasy long brown hair, dressed in a beanie, black t-shirt, and torn jeans appeared in the doorway. 

“Come inside and follow me.” He said curtly.

Joker walked inside and the man locked the door behind him. He showed Joker into a small room down the hall. Papers strewn everywhere, multiple computers and monitors sat on the wooden desk in the center of the room, and filing cabinets lined the walls. The man sat down in his office chair and gestured for Joker to sit down across from him. He obliged.

“So Mr. Napier, may I ask why you want your identity scrubbed?” The man asked as he typed something into his computer.

Joker shifted in his seat. “I have my reasons.”

“I see. They never tell me their true intentions. Eh, I don’t care as long as I get my money.”

Joker tapped the briefcase laying in his lap. “It’s right here.”

“Mhm. Alright, I’ve got something. Is this you? Jack Andrew Napier? Date of birth, April 25th, 1981?”

“Yes. What are you seeing that on?”

“Your driver’s license. Now I’m getting a military profile and medical records. Oh and there’s your social security and your bank account. It’s all here. Every digital trace of you.”

“Are there fingerprints there?”

“Yep. You’ve never been arrested but it’s in the military log.”

“Wipe it. Make sure that there’s no way I can be traced.”

“Basically you want to be out of reach of police databases?”

“Yeah.”

“I can do that. They won’t be able to find you.”

“Can this ever be reversed?”

“Uh, some I think. But probably not. Not with current technology. For someone to find you, you would have to tell them what to look for. Even then it would be hard to uncover.”

“Got it. I was just curious.”

The room fell silent for a while as the man did some more digging. After he found all there was to find about Jack, he cracked his knuckles and looked up from the computer. 

“Okay. Before I do this, are you absolutely sure? There’s no going back after this. Like I said, it will be very hard to get everything back.”

“Yes. Do it. Jack Napier is as good as dead to me.”

The guy shrugged and started typing in some things on the computer. “Alright. It’s done. It will take some time for you to ‘officially’ disappear from databases, but as long as you don’t do anything drastic to draw attention to yourself between now and then you should be fine.” 

Joker nodded. He stood up and set the briefcase down on the desk. “Here’s your money. Your services have been most helpful.”

The man opened up the briefcase and scanned over the money for a moment, counting it. He seemed satisfied with it. Joker turned and started to see himself out, but stopped a moment. 

“Hey, uh, you wouldn’t know where I could hire some help would you? Good help, not goons or low life thugs. I don’t need them yet.”

“Uh, yeah. I know a guy. His name’s Jonny Frost. He’s been in Gotham for a couple of years now. Relatively new but knows his stuff. I do business with him a lot. He’s got those military connections, you know? If you need to get a hold of an illegal weapon of any kind, he’s your guy.”

That sparked Joker’s interest. “Right. I’ll look into him.” 

Before he left, he whipped out his pistol from his pocket and shot the man square in the chest as he was hunched over the desk, scooping up the money. The man slumped back into his office chair. Joker could not leave this guy alive with the knowledge of his true identity. No one could know.

…

After days of asking around, Joker finally found out where to find the Frost guy the man had spoken of. From what he could gather, he was currently looking for someone to hire him. Lots of people wanted to, but he always turned them down. Apparently he wasn’t into the whole criminal underworld scene. He mostly worked for himself and took up a few jobs here and there that he found to be worth it. Frost was an anomaly. Joker liked that.

Multiple sources told Joker that Frost would be at a bar downtown, his usual spot on the weekends. So that’s exactly where Joker went. He walked up to the bartender and leaned over the counter, trying to be nonchalant.

“Do you know where I can find a guy called Jonny Frost?”

The bartender flicked his head in the direction of the back door. “Outside.”

Joker nodded his thanks and stepped outside of the bustling bar.

A man was standing in the back alley behind the building. He was well built and tall, at least six feet, but still slighter shorter than Joker. He had shaggy brown hair, a little stubble on his face, and piercing blue eyes. His demeanor looked very ‘frosty’ indeed. He was leaning against the back wall of the club, smoking a cigarette. Joker joined him and stood on the other side. Frost cast him a brief glance but said nothing.

“Got a name?” Joker asked as he lit a cigarette from his pocket. 

“Uh, name’s Jonny. Jonny Frost. You?”

“Ain’t got a name. Well not anymore anyway. That’s not important. I hear you’re prime pickin’ for hired help. I also hear you’re the man to talk to about obtaining weapons. That you got military connections. Is that true?”

“Some. What’s it to ya?”

“I got connections too. Used to anyway. But–I’m not exactly in the system anymore. Disappeared if you will. Get what I’m tryna say?”

“I gotcha.”

“So, would you be interested in working for me? I have a really important job for you.”

“Listen man, if you’re starting up some new gang or looking to be the next big crime lord, I ain’t about that life. I hate gangs. I hate the mob. I hate the way they have so much control over everything in this godforsaken city. And if that is what you’re trying to do, it won’t work. You got a lot to compete with. Maroni, Gambol, the Czechen, the Russian… It goes on and on.”

“Then we’re on the same page! I hate them too. I’m looking to get rid of the mob. Hell, all the corrupt people in this city with even a shred of power. Politicians, cops, businessmen…”

Frost still looked skeptical. “How?”

Joker grinned. “Warfare. Pure psychological warfare. I’ll flip this city upside down. Make them see themselves for what they really are.”

“Mhm. What’s in it for me?”

“You’ll be paid generously, let me assure you. And I’ll guarantee protection. For you at least. Can’t say the same for the other guys I’m gonna hire.”

Frost laughed a little. “What’s stopping you from doing the same to me?”

“I’m a man of my word. Trust me, Frost, I need you. I can’t risk losing a man with your talents.”

“Pssh. Don’t flatter me.”

“You’ve also been in the game a while. You know how things work. I don’t. Not yet. That’s valuable to me.”

Frost thought for a moment and sighed. “Fine. Only because I need my bills paid. What do you need me to do first?”

“Hmm. Find me a good place to set up shop. Right now I’ve just been wandering around from place to place.”

“You got it, Boss.” Frost replied and flicked his cigarette to the ground. He turned to leave, but paused and looked back at Joker. “How long were you in?” 

“Long enough.” 

“Heh. I know a grunt when I see one.”

Joker smirked. 

…

“Where to, Boss?” Frost asked as Joker slid inside his car.

The clown was barefaced and dressed in a black sweatshirt and army green cargo pants, casual clothes. A duffel bag was in his lap. Frost had been working for Joker for about a month at this point, helping him gather resources and whatnot.

“I need to go back to my hometown and, uh, tie up some loose ends.” Joker replied and started looking through the bag. Inside there were all sorts of weapons and other supplies.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m killing my father.” 

Frost was caught off guard by the blunt statement, but only for a moment. “Oh. Alright. Uh, let’s go then. Show me the way.”

Joker gave him brief instructions on where to go and then resumed sorting through his weapons. He put several knives into his pockets and laid the duffel under his seat when he was finished with it. He slouched back against the seat, resting his head against the cold window.

“Uh, J, can I ask why?” Frost spoke up once they were on the highway, leaving Gotham.

Joker sighed but didn’t look up. “He’s a worthless, drunk piece of shit. I can’t let him live. Not after what he’s done to me, to my mother… If I’m gonna start getting even, he’s the first to go.”

Frost nodded. “I get it.”

…

A few hours later, Frost pulled up beside the sidewalk in front of the white, one story house. “This it?”

Joker nodded. He rummaged through his pockets and made sure his arsenal of weapons were all in check before he got out of the car. Frost shut it off and waited for instruction.

“Wait here. I should be back in less than an hour.” Joker said without looking up as he loaded his pistol. 

Frost cast him a worried look. “J, you sure about this?”

“Positive. I’ve been dreaming of this day since I was 14.”

Frost shook his head. “Alright then.”

Joker pocketed his gun and opened the door, sliding out onto the sidewalk. “I’ll be right back.”

He shut the door and walked up towards the old house, complete with chipped white paint, rotting boards, a tall, weed infested lawn, moss on the roof, and vines growing on the walls. His childhood home. His hell for 18 years. It was in an even worse state than when he left it for good just two years ago.

He trudged up the steps and, preparing himself, knocked on the door. Shuffling and cursing could be heard from inside. Scott finally answered the door after a few moments. Confused, he started to speak, but he realized who he was looking at and his expression darkened.

“Jack?! I thought I told you to get the hell out! You’re no son of mine!” Scott shouted. 

Joker just smiled devilishly and pulled out his pistol from his pocket. “Damn right.”

Scott’s eyes widened. “N-Now, wait just a minute there...” He stammered.

Joker rolled his eyes. “Oh, shut up.” 

He backhanded Scott in the face, sending him to the ground, and barged his way inside, closing the door behind him. The house was messy and smelled strongly of alcohol like always. Scott was dressed in a dingy white tank and his boxers. He was skinnier than when Joker last saw him. Visibly older too. He now bore wrinkles and graying hair.

“Don’t do anything stupid, Jack! You…you wouldn’t!” Scott shouted from the floor. 

Joker scoffed. He grabbed Scott up by his shirt collar and snarled, “Listen very closely, you piece of shit, I’m the man with the gun. I wouldn’t? I would. Now get on your knees and beg me not to do it or I’ll blow your fucking brains out.” 

Scott fell to the floor with a grunt and tried to crawl away. Joker laughed and drew his knife.

“Aht, aht. Where do you think you’re going?” He sneered and slammed the blade down into his hand, pinning him to the floor.

Scott screamed in pain. He tried to pull away to no avail.

“Don’t you feel like a big strong man, Scott? You’re tough right? You like to hit women? C’mon show me how tough you are! No? Ohhh, but you had no problem showing me when I was a kid! What’s the matter?”

“Fuck you!” Scott spat. 

Joker grabbed a fistful of his hair and slammed his head down on the now bloody floor. 

“Wrong answer. Beg me. Beg for your life. Beg me not to kill you right here!”

“Never!” 

Joker punched him in the gut. Scott yelped. Joker didn’t stop. He pummeled into the crumbling, pathetic man that was his father mercilessly over and over again. As his fists flew, he relived those long, terrifying nights as a kid when Scott would beat him senseless, when it hurt to lay down, and when he cried himself to sleep, clinging to his pillow for some sense of comfort.

“Jack! No! Son, please…have mercy…” Scott pleaded in between drunken sobs.

“Shut up! I’m not your son!” Joker screamed.

He ripped the knife from Scott’s hand and went to stab his chest, but hesitated when he caught a glimpse of his mother’s picture on the wall. Her hazel eyes seemed to come alive and stare into his soul. He felt a pang of guilt. I’m so sorry, Mama. He would finish the job outside. Her presence still lingered in that old house. 

“Get up.”

Scott stood up on weak legs and quivered before his deranged son. Joker stared at him for a moment, scanning his eyes for any trace of remorse. There was none. Only fear and cowardice. 

“Start walking.” 

“Wh-Where?”

“Out back. To the shed. Now.”

Scott, held at gunpoint, stumbled towards the back door. Joker watched his every move and followed close behind, trembling with rage. His patience was wearing thin. He pushed the older man out of the house and dragged him towards the shed. 

“No!” Scott cried.

Joker clamped his hand over his mouth. “Shh! You’ll wake the neighbors.”

Scott let out a muffled whine and went limp, accepting his fate. Joker managed to get the door open and hauled him inside. He shut the door back and pulled on the metal cord hanging from the ceiling. A dingy, dust covered lightbulb came on in response.

“Gotta be able to see what I’m doing, right?” Joker snickered as he unraveled some rope from his pocket. 

“You’re insane.” Scott sputtered in disbelief. 

“Am I? You helped make me this way.”

“I toughened you out! Looks like it worked, didn’t it?” 

Joker didn’t have the energy to respond. He punched Scott in the jaw, knocking him over. He would’ve tied some of the rope around his mouth so he didn't have to listen to his bullshit anymore, but he wanted to hear him scream when he tortured and eventually killed him. What sweet music that was going to be.

Humming to himself, he tied the rope around Scott’s wrists. He dragged him to his feet and hung him up on a hook screwed into the wall. The drunk dangled from his wrists and struggled to breathe. His body was bruised and beaten. His clothes were stained with blood.

Joker took out the set of knives from his pocket and picked the biggest one. He lifted Scott’s chin condescendingly so he could look him in the eyes as he drew back. With several hard thrusts, he stabbed him in the chest repeatedly. Scott groaned and gasped for air. He wriggled in the air, tightening the rope around his wrists.

“Jack, please!” He begged again and again.

Joker stared at him coldly. “Jack is dead.”

He stabbed him a few more times in the stomach and once in the chest. Scott had gone into shock way before that. He gave one last faint grunt and then hung from the hook limply. Joker shot him in the head for good measure. The deed was done.

Joker sighed and wiped away the blood from his face. Now, what to do with the body? He could dismember it or he could just leave it the way it was. He felt like the latter would actually be more meaningful. He’d leave it here to rot where someone may or may not find it. The townsfolk rightfully didn’t care much for Scott. It was likely that no one would come check on him.

Joker put away his weapons and turned off the light. He stepped out of the shed, closing the wooden door behind him. He walked around the house towards the sidewalk where Frost was still parked and waiting for him. He opened the passenger door and got in. 

Frost tried to read his stoney expression. The dark clown stared straight ahead with a scowl on his face. Blood was splattered on his clothes.

“Go.” He ordered in a deep voice, callous and uncaring.

Frost decided not to press further and started the car.

…

Another month passed. Joker managed to recruit almost 30 guys for his cause. With Frost’s help and insight, he slowly found his footing in Gotham’s criminal world. With each group he stole from and each weapons shipment he took over, he gained more attention. People were starting to notice him.

The police knew about him of course, but since they had bigger things to worry about, he wasn’t their greatest concern. He would be. In just a few weeks, he would be. They’d never know what hit them.

Today was a big day. It was his first major fuck you towards the mob. He was robbing Gotham National Bank, their bank. They’d no doubt be pissed even if it was just a small amount by their standards. As a bonus, Joker’s organization would get some more funds. Maybe he’d finally go buy that custom suit he was wanting.

He stood at a street corner between two buildings not far from the bank. He was wearing his dark gray suit and had a clown mask in hand, waiting for his ride to show up. He had been planning this heist for weeks. Frost thought he had a death wish, but nonetheless helped him find five of their guys who were stupid enough to take this on. 

They were all bribed by getting their own shares of the money. Depending on if they did their jobs right, and Joker knew they would, there would be less of them to share it with. Little did they know they would all be dead in the span of 20 minutes.

Joker timed everything to precision. Every little detail was meticulously planned out. Some might have thought he was a genius and some might have thought he was just crazy. Turns out he was both.

The car full of two henchmen drove up to the curb. Pulling on his clown mask, Joker walked forward and got in the car. Time to make them smile.

[tedwardremus]

Padfoot in Privet Drive

Chapter 5: Grimmauld Place

When they barged into the house, Sirius threw the pale and mumbling Dudley onto the couch and immediately called Remus “Get here now,” he said urgently into the mirror. With a pop, Lupin appeared in the Dursleys’ living room, startling Aunt Petunia, who let out a shriek. “What’s going on?” Lupin asked, looking between Sirius and Harry. “Dementors in Little Whinging,” Sirius explained quickly. “Harry cast a Patronus to get them off Dudley.” “He did something to our boy!” Uncle Vernon roared, his face a shade of purple. Aunt Petunia crouched by Dudley and smothered him with worried hands, looking him over for any injuries. “I want him out of the house!” Lupin glanced at Dudley, who was still pale and trembling, before turning back to Sirius and Harry. “Harry, are you okay?” he asked, his voice filled with concern. Harry nodded, though he still felt a little shaken. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just... What were they doing here? They are supposed to be at Azkaban - the dementors.” Sirius placed a reassuring hand on Harry’s shoulder. “We’ll sort this out. But we need to get you somewhere safe first.”

This is the last official chapter! Epilogue will be posted Friday!

[lilspidermonkey]

Bakugou x reader Touch Chapter V

Chapter V is finally here, took me a bit to figure it out, but hipe you guys like how it turned out and the progress!

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Feeling the slow wakening of consciousness, Bakugou groaned, cracking his eyes open. His face was squished into your chest, your arms trapping him in an embrace around his head as yours laid on top of his. Your legs were also wrapped around his torso, you were almost like a backpack he’d put on backwards. You mumbled in your sleep, cuddling Bakugou deeper into your chest. The boy turned pink from the squish, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t find the steady beat of your heart relaxing. He was torn between tearing himself away from you, or just casually falling back asleep. Glancing over at the alarm clock, that was magically facing his way, the boy sighed. It was time to get up. The boy attempted to tear himself out of your hold, but he just couldn’t get your arms to untangle themselves from around his neck. He rolled you over onto your back, looking down at you as you continued to lock your arms around his neck. Bakugou stared down at your sleeping form, almost in a trance. But snapping out of it, he soon started to shake you, “Hey, common now, get up, Cry Baby. You groaned and glared up at him through the cracks of your eyelids, “I hate you.” You said. Bakugou smirked down at you through half-lidded eyes, “Nah, you don’t.” he said. Blinking, your eyes widened, a small blush dusting over your nose, “What makes you so sure?” you asked, turning your face away. Bakugou tilted his head, “Cause if you did, you would’ve left last night.” He said. You looked back to him, pouting, “Shut up..” you mumbled. The boy just kept looking at you, with his stupid-cute-stupid face, and those stupid-serious-stupid-gorgeous red eyes. One of the things you always liked about Bakugou, ever since you first met him, was his eyes. There was something about them that just completely captured you, his emotions were always so much clearer through his eyes. It confused you, you used to compare his eyes to Kirishima’s eyes, considering they’re the same colour, colour was their only similarity. Bakugou leaned in closer, “What’re you looking at?” he asked. You blinked, captivated, “You’re eyes.” You said. The boy’s eyes widened at hearing this, but he settled back into his smirk, “Interesting.” He said. Pouting, you tilted your head now, “What about you, what’re you looking at?” you asked, teasingly. Bakugou kept his stare, “You.” He grinned mischievously. “Under me.” Your face broke out into a flustered red. Bakugou lifted his head up and laughed, you pulled your hands back finally, to push him. As you got up to stretch, you turned to the boy, your arms stretching behind your neck, “So, what’s the plan for today?” you asked. “You said you were taking me somewhere?” you asked. Bakugou stared up at you, his eyes darting over you for a few seconds occasionally, “There’s a food festival tonight.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Thought you’d like something like that.” You practically skipped over to him, excitement in your eyes, “Yes!” you yelled. Bakugou smiled at you, “Guess I chose right then.” He said. You blinked, realizing your exaggerated response. Stepping back you started fiddling with your hair, pretending to fix it and set it up. Going over to the mirror, fiddling with your hair turned to fiddling with your hands, “If that’s later tonight, what’re we doing in the meantime?” you asked. Glancing back at him in the reflection you noticed him leaning back on the bed, resting on his arms, head tilted back slightly and to the side, “You’ll see. You’ll like it.” He said. You blinked, looking a little closer, his eyes were looking low, and his cheeks were tinted pink with a dust of blush. You turned around the face him, “What’re you looking at?” you asked. Bakugou cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck, “You…” he muttered. You titled your head, “It was cute the first time, but now I’m confused.” You said, hands on your hips. Bakugou side-eyed you, “You thought it was cute?” he asked. You pouted, “Don’t answer a question with a question.” You said. Bakugou looked away again, his blush worsening, “I already told you.” He said. You sighed, and shrugged, but as you turned to look into the mirror again, your eyes widened. You looked to him with a deep blush, “W-were you staring at me, because I’m wearing this!?” you asked. Bakugou didn’t move, but the increase in his blush was confirmation enough.

Going downstairs, you and Bakugou walked into the lounge room. Looking over, Sero and Kirishima nearly began crying while they laughed, “W-what happened to your face, Bakugou?” they eventually managed to stammer between their giggling. Bakugou glared ferociously at them, a red handprint decorating his cheek, “Shut your traps.” He grumbled. You huffed, “Nothing you didn’t deserve.” You mumbled. Bakugou continued to grumble and mumble angrily to himself. Kirishima came over, “I’m assuming things are better?” he asked. Momo came over as well, “Yes, we heard there was a little bit of…an argument.” She said with worry. Uraraka put her hand on your shoulder, “You guys are okay, right?” she asked. You smiled and nodded, “Things are fine, someone just couldn’t keep themselves from exploding over something dumb.” You smirked at the boy. “But I got him to chill out eventually.” Bakugou huffed, crossing his arms, “Cry Baby.” He mumbled. You kicked him lightly in the shin, “Common, we should get going.” You said. Mina popped up with a grin, “Oh? You guys going out?” she asked. You nodded, “Yep, not sure where for the first few hours, but Bakugou’s taking me out to a food festival later.” You said with a smile. “I’m really excited about it!” Kaminari smiled, “Hey, that sounds like fun!” he said. He winked at Bakugou, “Good choice.” Mina leaned on Bakugou’s shoulder, “I’m so proud.” She said, wiping away at a fake tear. Kirishima and Sero had tissues that came out of nowhere, sniffling into them, “He’s growing up so fast.” They said. Bakugou growled, “Shut up!!” he yelled. But you could tell that there was no real anger behind his words. You laughed, “We gotta go, see you guys later.” You said with a wave, Bakugou dragging you away to the door. Mina waved after you, “Take your time! Don’t come back early! Have fun!” she called with the others.

On the train, you leaned against a bar, looking up at Bakugou who was standing over you, one hand on the bar and the other on his phone. “Are you going to spit out where we’re going?” you asked. Bakugou kept his eyes on his phone screen, “You’ll see.” He said. You pouted, “You are so annoying.” You mumbled. Bakugou lowered his phone to grin at you, “And yet, here we are.” He teased. You chuckled, shoving the boy, “Whatever, as if I could say no when you dug so deep past your pride to ask me to come with you today.” You teased back. Bakugou glared, “Shut your face.” He said. You scrunched up your nose at him, “You make teasing you too easy.” You said. Bakugou cupped your chin with his hand, his fingers squishing your cheeks together, “Says you.” He said. You continued to laugh together, talking about the food festival and your poor stomachs full to bursting later when you’d eat all that food. Arriving to a place in the city, Bakugou pulled you into a building. Your eyes widened, eyebrows raised, “Seriously?” you asked, smiling. Bakugou grinned, “Excited?” he asked. You nodded and practically ran in, dragging him behind you. He had taken you to go rock climbing! You were practically jumping and glowing with joy as you were both set up with the necessary equipment and instructions. It didn’t take long for the both of you to get the hang of the climbing, and it took even less time before the two of you started to compete against each other. You squealed as Bakugou climbed ahead of you, giving you a nudge with his foot. You grinned at him, “That’s cheating!” you laughed. Bakugou raced on, “Not cheating if there wasn’t any competition, to begin with.” He grinned. You grinned and set your eyes, “You are so dead.” You said. Soon you quickly managed to get up to Bakugou. Mischief flirting with you, you leaned into Bakugou, “Are you going to end up staring at me in nothing but your shirt and my underwear again later?” you whispered into his ear. Bakugou flushed, and in that moment, lost his footing, dropping a little before catching himself. He glared up at you with a flushed face, but you just zoomed on ahead and reached the top. Looking down at the boy who was glaring and pink in the face, you just smiled and giggled. He soon smiled up at you, “What was that about cheating?” he asked. You shrugged, “Don’t start something if you don’t plan to finish it.” You said blowing the boy a kiss. Bakugou grinned and started shooting up for you. Squealing, you tried to escape, dropping down to the ground, but as you were trying to get free of your harness, Bakugou dropped down beside you and caught you, “Gotcha!” he said, wrapping his arms around you. You squealed, laughing, and faked fighting against him. Getting cleaned up and returning your items, your eyes spotted something. When Bakugou caught up to you, he could swear he saw your eyes sparkling, “What’d you spot now?” he asked. You grinned at him and started dragging him. Looking up to where you were dragging him, the boy grinned, “Fuck yeah.” He said. Next door to the rock climbing, there was paintball. It was weirdly themed, it was designed to be like a farm, there was hay everywhere on the ground, along with a few haystacks. There were props of things that would normally also be on a farm, tractors, large tires, and the likes. Both you and Bakugou were put into white jumpsuits and goggles and were given a big bag each that was filled with balloons filled with paint. Bakugou grinned, “Was half expecting to get guns, that way I could finally shoot you.” He said. You laughed, “I’d totally be a sharpshooter, you’ll never escape my shot.” You said, pointing your finger, hand shaped as gun, at him. Separating, a buzzer went off and you both started to play, the two of you laughing and running around as paint went flying everywhere. You screamed, Bakugou out for vengeance as you got a face shot at him. Running, Bakugou caught hold of you, making you scream as he tackled you into a haystack. You were both laughing, sliding off your goggles. You smiled up at him, as he just grinned down at you. Sighing, you raised your hand to wipe away some paint on his cheek, his eyes softening as he continued to watch you with a smile. You blushed, leaning up on your free arm, planting a kiss on his cheek, close to the corner of his mouth. Pulling back you smiled at his shocked face, then slammed a paint balloon on his head. Bakugou gaped, and then grinned. You got up and started running away as he unleashed a flurry of balloons back at you, and you him.

Afterwards you were so glad that they had showered that you were free to use and had soap that easily removed the paint. You both held hands, laughing down the street and making fun of the other as you left. Soon it was time for the food festival, you were so excited. Both of you got a bunch of food, and went to a secreted spot, where the two of you could sit and share the food, along with enjoying the scenery. Bakugou laughed as you chomped down something you were enjoying, “Take it easy, no ones going to take it from you.” He laughed. You smiled through your full mouth, “It’s so yummy!” you said after swallowing. Bakugou grinned, “You’re such an idiot.” He laughed. You scrunched your nose at him with a playful pout, then grinned. The two of you continued to eat everything, after eating some cake the two of you had previously bought, you smiled and put your hand to your cheek, “So good!” you called. The boy grinned ear-to-ear, “That good?” he asked. You hummed, “I dare say better than your cooking.” His smile dropped completely, making you laugh. “I’m joking! Haven’t had anything as good as your cooking, yet.” Bakugou looked over your face, reaching over, he pulled crumbs away from the corner of your mouth. You blinked in surprise, and almost flushed pink as he licked the crumbs. The boy smiled, “Yet?” he repeated. You looked down in embarrassment, why did he have to look so stupidly attractive? You then felt his fingers again, he was pushing hair behind your ear, “Going pretty pink there, huh?” he said. You blushed more, shoving him playfully, “I’m cold!” you defended. Bakugou laughed, but looped his arm around your waist, his hand slipping under your thigh. Before you could even register what, he was doing, he lifted you for a spilt second, shuffling you closer to him. You flushed pink looking up at him, “What’re you doing?” you asked, suddenly shy at how close your faces were. Bakugou half smirked, “You said you were cold.” He said. Shuffling slightly, you felt his hand still under your thigh. You looked down to avoid his red eyes, and turned to look over the festivities, it was nothing but happiness in the air. Kids were laughing, happy chatter, friends, and families talking amongst themselves and laughing. It was all such a happy glow. You smiled; you loved it here. Bakugou watched you, rubbing his thumb across your cheekbone with a feather-soft touch. You looked to him, his red eyes meeting yours, he tilted his head, “What’re you looking at?” he asked. You glanced back at the crowds, “It’s just so nice here, everyone is happy, and everything smells amazing, tastes amazing, it’s just so nice here.” You looked back up at him, your noses almost touching as you smiled at him. “Thank you for bringing me.”’ Bakugou's eyes darted between yours, “I’ll take you other places too.” He said. You smiled widely, “Promise?” you asked. Bakugou slid his hand to cup your jaw, bringing you closer to him, “Promise.” He said back. You hummed and shook your head, “You’re too slow.” You said. Bakugou grinned, finally leaning the rest of the way to kiss you. You smiled into the kiss, turning to fully face him, sliding your arms up, and resting them on his shoulders. The boy was surprisingly gentle at first, but his hands traveling to your hips, gripping at you, was telling you he was impatient, but holding back. Pulling back from each other, you grinned at the boy, earning you a smile back. You leaned back in, catching him in a kiss again, and from the smile on his lips, and the kissing back, you could tell he was more than happy to continue.

Going back to the dorms hand in hand, you were both laughing. Laughing together as you walked into the dorms, you were both spotted by your classmates. Sero whistled, “Looks like it was a lot of fun!” he commented. You smiled, “It really was, the food was so good!” you said. Bakugou leaned in from behind you, “Just the food?” he whispered. Trying to hold back your smile from growing, you bit your lip, lowering your head, “Shut up, idiot.” You said. Mina grinned ear to ear, “Looks like it was more than just good.” She teased. Feeling Bakugou go in for another whisper, you nudged him, “It was amazing, I definitely recommend it.” You said. Before anything more could be said, Bakugou pulled back on your waist, “We’re going now.” He said. You walked backwards with him, “We’ll talk to you guys later!” you called, as he practically dragged you away. Getting to the elevator, you pushed against Bakugou, “I’m going to bathe first, so let go for a bit.” You laughed, leaning up to land a kiss on his cheek. Bakugou smirked, rolling his neck and leaning to the side, he snaked his arm back around your waist, bringing you to his chest, “Don’t be long.” He said, bringing you in for another kiss. You smiled as you pulled away, “Sure thing, Attachment Issues.” You teased. Finally getting to the baths, you were sitting in the water, soaking, and smiling to yourself. Bringing your fingers to your lips, you couldn’t help but giggle, you felt so intensely happy. Your chest felt full, and fluttery, you hated it, but as you think it, you just smiled. But echoing in your head, you suddenly were reminded, ‘Bakugou won’t be able to go for long without being in your presence and skinship.’ Your smile faltered, but the more you thought about it, the more your worries seemed useless. Bakugou wasn’t the type to express his feelings with words, but definitely with actions. If the quirk accident was going to make him feel like this, something would’ve happened a lot sooner. You sighed, tiredness creeping up on you. Hoping out of the bath, you got yourself dressed and headed to Bakugou’s room. You kept trying to tell the butterflies in your gut and chest to piss off. Clearing your throat you knocked on the door, the door flying open and you being dragged in. Why did this feel like Deja Vu? You were pressed up against the now closed door, Bakugou caging you. Looking up you met his red eyes, “Impatient?” you asked. Bakugou snickered, “Whatever you say.” He said. You looked down with a smile, but Bakugou brought your chin up to look at him. He was now waiting for a response from you, and you couldn’t help yourself at all. Leaning up, you caught Bakugou’s lips. Pressing into the kiss, Bakugou leaned into you more, bringing a hand down to your hip. You sighed into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck, playing with the hair at the back of his neck. Bakugou groaned lightly, leaning down to your neck. You sighed again, shivering a little. The boy smiled against your skin, “You good?” he asked. Leaning your head to the side, you caught his eye, making him raise his head. Bringing him closer to you, you leaned your head against his, “Yeah, I’m great.” You said, sighing against him. Bakugou brought you in for a hug, resting his chin on your head, “Tired?” he asked. You nodded against him, but then realized. Shooting your head up, you looked at him, “Wait, it’s not that I don’t-“ Bakugou cut you off with a flick to the forehead, “Calm down, Cry Baby.” He stared at you for a moment and then hugged you again. “You know what I’m like, let's go to bed for the night.” Taking you over to the bed, Bakugou scooped you in the bed, his arm under you as you were against his chest. He groaned and flicked you again, “Go to sleep.” He said. You snickered, putting your finger around to hook on his jaw, making him face you. Smiling at him, you kissed him, “Goodnight.” You said. Bakugou nodded, and kissed you back some more. The two of you kissing each other sweetly before eventually falling asleep.

-Chapter V Fin-

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You’re an Idiot, Darling - Ch. 7

Rating: Explicit (18+ only) | Mando x Reader

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Word count: 1.5k 

Summary: The Mandalorian needed you to fix the Crest, but then, he went and got stabbed. Now, he needs you to fix him up, too.

WARNINGS for this chapter: descriptions of wounds/scarring, swearing, nakedness, a bit of spice, but mostly just fluff.

A/N - a big thank you to everyone that has read to this point in this series. This is something i’ve had in the works for a while, so I’m really really really thrilled that I’ve finally gotten to share it with you all <3 

Din didn’t understand it: the tender way you’d wrapped yourself around him that morning, mumbling a good morning into his neck as the sun peeked over the roofless hangar. 

Then, he didn’t understand the carelessness with which you finally rose—completely naked below the waist as you stretched your sore limbs, snapping at him to get the fuck off my floor, you dirty man, and take a shower. Pantsless, you’d shoved him all the way to your refresher and promptly left him unattended, mumbling something about breakfast. Half-hard, he’d half-hoped you were going to climb in with him. 

Then, he realized you’d left so he could remove his helmet. 

And that, right there, was probably the hardest thing for him to understand: your wordless recognition of the weight of his Creed and his principles. The fact that—while he remained bewildered—you understood him. You cared about him back. 

What if you throw everything away for me, and then realize that you shouldn’t have? Your words reverberated in his mind as he stood beneath the hot shower. Stars, you had gotten it so, irrevocably wrong. Because no matter what you believed, he knew he was the unworthy one. He was utterly undeserving of something soft and beautiful like you. As the scalding water poured over his aching muscles, he wondered what the hell he’d done to warrant any part of your clever, compassionate heart. 

For somehow, after all this time, you had seen right through his armor. You had stared, unflinchingly, at his raw core. And rather than shrinking away from the jagged edges you saw, you’d simply snatched up the most vulnerable parts, clasped them in your deft hands. 

You made the broken bits of him want to sing.  

He switched the water off, beginning to dry his hair with a cloth and reaching for where he’d left his helmet on the floor. But then, he paused. On impulse, he turned to the foggy mirror above your sink. And looking at his reflection in the eyes, Din Djarin made a promise to himself.

As difficult as it was, he wasn’t going to wallow in his self-doubt anymore—he was going to give you the openness that you’d earned. Because at the end of the day, look where hiding had gotten him. Lightyears apart from you, when he belonged in your arms. The next time he was in your arms, there was a thing or two Din wanted to do different. Undress you fully, for one: bed you like you deserved. But along with it, give you the everything he had promised you while your bodies and breaths were tangled together last night. 

Din wanted to hear his name on your tongue. He really, really did. 

Wrapping the cloth around his bare waist and sliding his helmet over his head, he walked out the door into your open hangar. 

“You won’t believe it,” you called as he approached, but then, you did a double take because was wearing nothing but a towel and his helmet as he prowled over to you. Your thoughts sort of vanished, and your mouth was watering a little at the sight of his golden-brown skin in the morning light. 

“Believe what?” he asked. 

“Uh.” You coughed. “Right. Um. Well, I think in our haste to get away from Mr. Rodian and company, I dropped my rucksack of parts on some roof somewhere.” You looked guiltily at him. “I’ve taken a look at the Crest, and…we might have a problem, Mando.”

You watched his shoulders sag as he realized. “You don’t have the parts to fix her,” he said. You shook your head. 

“But I can go back to the junkyard,” you assured. “There’s more than enough stuff lying around there that I could—”

“No,” he said suddenly. You started. 

“No?” you repeated. “But Mando, I can’t do anything unless I’ve got the scraps to…” Mando, however, seemed to not be listening. All at once, he’d brought a hand to brace against his helmet, cradling it, as if he were massaging his temples. Frustratedly, he shook his head. 

“What?” you demanded, going tense. “What’s going on?” 

His visor dipped apologetically as he looked at you. 

“If their leader tracked us all the way to your hangar, then…this might not be over, cyare. They know who you are now. They know where to find you.” 

The revelation hit you like a ton of bricks. 

“They’ll keep coming,” you breathed. Mando gave a heavy sigh, nodding. 

You looked at him, then. He was quite a sight like this: half-naked, the towel draped low across his waist. Standing shamelessly in the open space of your hanger with his hands resting on his hips. The morning light streamed in through the roofless walls, catching on the surface of his helmet and casting it in gold. His skin glowed beneath the warm light, and you couldn’t help but recall how he’d looked in yesterday’s sunset—sauntering toward you from across the junkyard. 

Yesterday felt like eons ago. 

“There’s always something, huh,” you said, approaching him. For it seemed like there was always something in the way—another obstacle to keep you from a moment of peace and quiet to yourselves. 

“Always,” he muttered. “This…is not how I wanted this morning to go.”

“Yeah?” Your voice dropped a register with the word. You took another step toward him. “What did you have in mind?”

Mando watched you silently. And then, he replied with a forward step of his own, and you both met in the middle. He glanced down. 

“Hm, can’t now,” he murmured. “You put your pants back on.” 

You crossed your arms over your chest, smirking up at him. “So, what’s our plan then?” you asked, turning back to the Razor Crest. 

You hadn’t noticed in the dark that smoke was rising from her engines—nor the fact that her hull sported a brand-new scar from a laser blast. That’s two scars between the two of them, you thought, gazing at Mando’s torso from the corner of your eye as he approached. The flesh was swollen and raised where you’d closed it up with the cauterizer: just a fresh mark in the tapestry already carved into his skin. 

“I don’t know,” he replied. “But I don’t think you should stay here.”

“What—but, Mando, this is my home. Where else do I have to go?” 

“Well, you could always…stay with us,” he said quietly. 

You turned to him. 

“With you?” you whispered. “On the Crest?”

“Only for a while,” he said. “Till things blow over. We can land somewhere safe—somewhere you can find what you need to make the repairs. And we’ll wait it out there.” 

For a moment, you were quiet. 

It was…a lot. Last night in itself had you reeling—questioning the things you’d made yourself believe for months on end. Mando wanted you. Mando cared about you, too. Then, Mando almost died, and then, you were in his arms, and then, this, and then, that, and then…

After all this time, you’d realized: you and him were similar in more ways than you’d thought. You were both tired, persistent people—doggedly racing through the grim paths life had laid in front of you. Neither of you really got the chance to pause, or think, or breathe much; you had to keep moving. Keep running. Keep fighting. Which essentially meant you were both exceptionally good at keeping your feelings at bay. 

But now, you had finally stopped hiding from each other. 

So, what was left to be scared of? What was stopping you from embarking on another journey—another reckless adventure—with him and his little green kid? 

“Do you have a place in mind?” he asked. “Somewhere Outer Rim would be the safest bet.” 

Outer Rim, you thought, racking your brain. Somewhere close enough that the ship could make it there in this state. And somewhere the Guild wouldn’t find us—where we’d be lost in the crowd. Suddenly, it hit you. 

“Tatooine.”

He hummed. “That’s perfect. There are enough bounties to catch in that skughole already—no one would be looking for us.” 

You nodded in agreement. “And I know a great mechanic out there.” You smiled at the thought of your old friend: the brilliant, feisty old woman who’d taught you so much of what you knew. “She’ll have the parts we need to fix the Crest.”

“I’ll let you gather your belongings,” Mando said. “But, wait—before you go.”

He reached out grabbing your arm. His fingers looped all the way around your bicep as he asked, “Where’s my armor? And the rest of my clothes?”

Oh, you smirked internally. 

You looked innocently up at him. But you figured he probably saw the malicious glint in your eyes. “No idea,” you lied. 

“Cyar’ika,” he growled, fingers tightening around your arm. “Do you think I’m an idiot?” 

You reached for the towel at his waist. Gripping the edge of it, you tugged his hips closer to yours. 

“Yeah, Mando,” you replied. And you grinned viciously up at him as you let the garment fall away. He was already at half-mast beneath your fingers. “I think you are.”

END.

again, a big, big THANK YOU FOR READING!!! The ending suggests that this might not be the last time we see these two idiots, huh? Maybe not. 

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Enough | A Make Up Story | Tom Grant x You | Series Masterlist

Chapter 3: The Emptiest of Threats Words: 2k

You woke before Tom did the next morning.

Well, gave up on trying to sleep. Every time you closed your eyes, you saw her. And the redhead. Tom tossed and turned most of the night, but his snores indicated that at least one of you got a little sleep.

You crept out of bed and to the tiny bathroom, trying to avoid catching your own bloodshot eyes in the mirror, then wandered into the kitchen. With a glance toward the sleeping stranger you'd just shared a bed with, you begin pulling out the necessary ingredients for a Virgin Mary. Jade had drank herself into many a stupor, and claimed this was the only cure.

After making sure you didn't sleep alone in your car, entertaining you with banter and making you dinner, easing Tom's self-inflicted suffering was surely the least you could do. Once the drink was mixed, you stuck it in the fridge and waited for him to wake up.

You sat at the kitchen table and stared blankly out the window. Maybe this was exactly what you needed: To see that Jade would never belong to you. No matter how much you loved her, or how desperate you were to make her love you back… she was still Jade. She would never be satisfied just… being. She always needed to try something new, or go somewhere she'd never been before, or be with someone different. She would always get bored with you after a week or two.

You could tell yourself these things all day long, but that didn't make them hurt any less.

And poor Tom. Been with his girl for three years, he'd said, and she was under Jade's spell in a week. You couldn't blame the girl; it had happened to you too. There was something mystical about Jade, and you didn't think you'd ever understand it.

A groan from the bedroom interrupts your miserable thoughts. You turn your head and fight back a smile when you see him clutching his head with both hands. Time to let the Virgin Mary do the Lord's work.

You shake two aspirin from the fresh bottle you'd bought just for her into your hand and fetch the cup from the tiny fridge, padding quietly toward him. You fight your instinct to sit on the edge of the bed; it's how you delivered Jade her morning mix.

"Here," you offer, leaning over to offer him the cup from a safe distance. He unscrunches one eye.

"Wha's that?"

"Aspirin and a Virgin Mary."

"Don't want it."

"It'll make you feel better."

"Don't wanna feel better."

"Well I want you to, and since I could totally take you right now, you better sit up and drink this damn thing before I make you."

To your surprise, he listens. It was the emptiest of threats. He sits up, holds out his hands, and accepts your offerings. He pops the pills in his mouth, chugs the drink, and finishes with a dramatic gag. If you weren't so emotionally drained, you'd probably laugh at him.

"Go get cleaned up, I'll make you breakfast."

He mumbles something - the only thing you can make out is the word "bossy" - but he does get up and stumble his way toward the bathroom.

It's nearly lunchtime, so you have a repeat of last night's late dinner waiting for him when he comes back out. A few wet curls cling to his forehead from where he'd splashed water on his face. He sits across from you, and you share a silent meal. When you finish, neither of you moves to get up.

"What will you do now?" he asks.

"Go home, I guess," you shrug. "What about you?"

He sighs and looks down at his hands. "Dunno. Don't really wanna quit my job to avoid her, but like… if I have to see them together every day, I'm gonna have to go drown myself."

"Don't do that."

"Do what?" he asks, leaning back and crossing his arms.

"You know what." You mirror his position. A staring contest ensues, and he finally concedes by standing.

"You ready to go rescue your car?"

"Yeah."

"C'mon."

You grab your bag and walk to the door. He gestures to the grocery bag on the counter.

"Eat it, toss it, I don't care." Like you'd ever be able to eat any of her favorite things again. You step outside into the sunshine, ready to try leaving this place behind… again.

Tom follows you out the door. You walk side by side down the path toward the office, eyes constantly scanning around you, watching for them.

Miraculously, you make it to the office unnoticed, Tom grabs the keys, and you hop into the little truck without having to speak to anyone. The ride to your car is silent. You just want this to be over with. You'll probably even welcome the dazzling mediocrity of home after this ordeal.

"Can I help?" you ask when Tom stops behind your car.

"Nah, sit tight, I got it." He gets out and pulls a chain off the back of the truck, walks toward your car, and ducks out of sight. A minute later, he's back in the truck. He puts it in reverse and revs it, and although your little monster puts up a fight, it eventually gives in and pops back up out of the ditch and onto the road.

"Thank you," you tell Tom, genuinely grateful for everything he's done for you in the last 12 hours.

"Don't worry about it," he grins. He gets out to walk you to your car… where a dark trail of liquid leads from the front end to the piece of metal still in the ditch.

"Fuck me," you groan.

Tom blows his cheeks full of air and lets it out slowly. "Yeah, that's not good."

"You don't say," you deadpan.

"Calm down, I know a guy."

"A guy who works on weekends?" He scrunches his nose in a wince.

You close your eyes and pinch the bridge of your nose, letting out a long and exasperated breath until you hear the squealing brakes of an approaching car.

"Hey, mate!" Tom calls to the slowing vehicle. You stand awkwardly next to your car while he talks to the driver - a bearded twenty-something - and force a tense smile when he looks over at you. The guy pulls away a minute later, and Tom returns to your side with a smile.

"That's Kyle. He works with me. He's gonna call the auto shop for us and find out if someone can come get it today. If he can't reach anybody, he'll ask Kai to come help."

Great. Asking for help from Kai, the glare-y one. You close your eyes, lean your head back, and extend your arms.

"The fuck are you doing?"

"Waiting for a lightning strike to finish me off," you explain. "Right here, God! Let's just get this over with!"

Tom chuckles. "Come on, you're alright." He lightly slaps your open palm to get your attention, and you look at him with cynical eyes. He tilts his head toward the other side of the road and begins walking across. With a sigh of defeat, you follow him, climb the small rise, and sit next to him in the grass.

"You don't have to stay with me," you tell him quietly, absentmindedly playing with a fray on your jeans. "I'm sure you have better things to do. I'll wait for the guy, get him to take me into town, ride out the rest of my vacation in the cheapest motel I can find. Hopefully the junk bucket gets glued back together before I'm expected back at work."

"What do you do?"

"On paper, I'm an office aide. Which is workplace jargon for 'we're too cheap to hire separate secretaries, so you get to take orders from everyone'."

"You like it?"

"Nope."

"Why do you do it if you don't like it?"

"Does anybody actually like their job?"

"I do," he shrugs. "I know it's not like… what most people dream of. But I like it. I like fixing things. Stuff where you can see results. Give people a home away from home. And the hours are nice. I can take off to go surfing sometimes."

You smile at the almost dazed look on his face.

"My parents think I'm mad," he continues. "Should've worked harder in school, gone to uni, become something respectable they can brag about. But I like it here. Been coming here since I was a kid. Used to pitch a fit when it was time to leave. Wanted to stay here forever. That's why I asked Ru…"

Tom's face hardens. After a moment of unbearable silence, you can't help yourself.

"I think it's nice to know what you want. I envy you for that."

"You never wanted anything?" He picks a blade of grass and twists it in his fingers.

"All I ever wanted was Jade." It comes out so quietly, you think the wind may have blown it away.

Tom heaves a sigh and looks at you. "We're fuckin' pathetic, aren't we?"

You burst out laughing at the same time.

You spent the next hour talking nonstop about everything and nothing as you waited for help to arrive.

Tom was a great guy. He was smart, and funny, and without him, you would've spent this time spiraling further into your pit of despair. The discussion flowed easily from one topic to the next, not another awkward silence in sight. You suspected he was trying to keep himself from thinking about a certain someone as well, but you were grateful for the conversation and the company nonetheless.

You were wiping away tears of laughter and holding your aching sides over a story about his very first surfing lesson when the tow truck puttered to a stop in front of you.

The guy - Doug, he'd grunted when you introduced yourself - had your car hooked up and ready to go in minutes. You pick your bag up and turn to Tom.

"Well, Tom… whenever I think of the worst day of my life, I'll always think of you."

He grins.

"Really, though. Thank you for everything. It was nice to not be alone through… this." You can feel yourself welling up at the thought of the crushing reality you'd soon have to face, and try to blink away the tears. Doug gets back in his truck and slams his door. "I should go." You look at Tom fondly, trying to burn his kind face into your memory. "Bye, Tom." He's really not gonna say anything? Okay, Tom. You take a step toward the truck.

"What if you didn't?" he says in a rush.

You stop in your tracks, then slowly turn back to face him.

"What if I didn't what?"

"Go."

"Kinda have to, Tom." He shakes his head.

"Don't waste your money on a shitty motel. They're still charging summer rates. Stay with me. No charge. I'll take you to get your car when it's ready."

"Tom, you've already done too much for me, I couldn't possibly ask you for more."

"You didn't ask, I offered."

You hesitate.

"Stay," he says. The look in his eyes - almost pleading? - stabs you in the heart like a dagger. Is this what you looked like when you were silently begging Jade to keep you?

"Are you sure?"

He nods.

And after a moment of stunned silence, so do you.

"Thanks, mate," Tom says to Doug. "Just call the office and ask for me, yeah?"

The gruff man in the truck acknowledges the dismissal with a grunt, and drives off with your hunk of junk.

You both stand in the road and watch the truck until it turns a corner and putters out of sight, then turn to face each other.

"Well…" you both begin at the same time, laughing instead of continuing your sentences.

"Back to hell we go?" you joke.

"Guess so," he smiles.

You close your eyes and stick out your arms again. "Okay, God! If you're gonna do it, please do it before I have to pay the mechanic's bill!"

Tom laughs, grabbing your bag and pushing you toward his work truck. "Move it, drama queen."

"You love it," you grin, climbing into the cab.

Tom neither confirms nor denies this as he starts the truck with a smirk and begins the process of turning around.

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Candy - Chapter 18

Word Count: 843

Joe confronts Cassidy at school... Cassidy makes a new friend.

MINORS DNI

Cassidy emerged from her class at the end of the day, only to find Joe waiting for her. An exasperated groan escaped her lips as she pushed past him, footsteps echoing behind her.

"What do you want?" she asked, irritation lacing her voice.

"You've had time to calm down. Wondering if you're ready to talk now," Joe inquired.

She scoffed, shaking her head, and halted outside the building. Turning to face him, she responded, "Talk? Talk about what? You were dating another woman..."

"It was just sex. Isn't that what you tell me?" he retorted with a smirk.

Cassidy closed her eyes, taking deep breaths to regain her composure before responding. "Then why were you taking her to restaurants and on dates?"

Joe shrugged nonchalantly, maintaining his smirk. "You go on dates with your clients..."

"Clients being the keyword there, Joe. But don't worry, I'm not doing that anymore..."

"Really?" Joe's grin widened as he watched her abruptly turn and march away. He reached out and grabbed her arm, causing her to wince as he forced her to face him.

"Let me go..."

"Now we can truly be together, Cass. I love you."

She scoffed and laughed, trying to pull her arm free. "No, you don't." Stepping closer, she lowered her voice. "I've met someone who has made it worth my while to stop and only be with them. And that person isn't you, Joe..."

"You fucking..." His jaw clenched, anger boiling over as he raised his hand and slapped her cheek, sending her stumbling back.

"Hey!" Another man intervened, positioning himself between them, facing Cassidy. "Are you alright, miss?"

"I'm fine..." she mumbled as the man turned to confront Joe, who was already retreating. "Thanks."

"Can I give you a lift somewhere? Or walk you somewhere?"

She sighed and looked up at the man with kind brown eyes, shaking her head. "I'm okay. Really. Thank you."

"Cassidy, right?" He jogged to catch up with her as she continued to hurry away.

"That's right. Do I know you?"

He chuckled sheepishly, running a hand through his dark hair. "Sort of. We've been in a lot of the same classes for the last four years... Nate Franklin..."

"Oh god," she groaned, bringing her hand up to her head and then turning toward him once more. "I'm sorry. I don't really pay much attention."

"I noticed. You do your work and rush away."

"Yeah... sorry. I like to keep to myself... I swear I'm not trying to be rude or anything."

"Nah," he chuckled, falling into step beside her. "The mysteriousness adds to the allure of your attraction."

"That's cute," she chuckled, stopping him with a light touch of her hand, "but I'm seeing someone."

"Not that guy," he scoffed, gesturing to where Joe had disappeared.

"No," she laughed, shaking her head firmly. "Not him. Not anymore."

"Good. Well, it was nice to officially meet you, Cassidy. I guess I'll see you around?"

"I'm sure you will. Later, Nate." Cassidy couldn't help but replay her encounter with Joe in her mind as she headed home. The sting of the bruise on her cheek served as a painful reminder of the volatile past she was trying to escape. As she entered her apartment, she sighed heavily, examining the bruise in the bathroom mirror. She knew she had to conceal it before she met August the next morning; knowing his penchant for getting angry easily.

Cassidy started her day by opening the door to leave her apartment, but her path was unexpectedly obstructed by a vase of flowers resting on the floor, right in front of her doorstep. A sense of frustration welled up within her as she let out an internal groan. She bent down to retrieve the flowers, determined not to let them ruin her morning.

As she picked up the bouquet, she noticed a card tucked amidst the blossoms. Curiosity got the better of her, and she decided to investigate. Carefully removing the card from its envelope, she read the message within:

I won't give up so easily. -Joe

An exasperated huff escaped her lips, and she rolled her eyes in response to Joe's persistence. She gathered the card and the flowers, tossing the latter into the trash chute before exiting the building. Slamming the door behind her, she was resolute about moving on and leaving Joe's advances behind.

August sensed Cassidy's unease as she approached him and Simon at the zoo's entrance. Simon's joyful greeting momentarily lifted her spirits, but August could still tell that something was amiss.

Simon rushed toward Cassidy with a beaming grin, shouting, "Cassidy!"

Cassidy couldn't help but chuckle, crouching down to offer the young boy a warm hug. He eagerly embraced her, holding tightly to her hand as she straightened up to greet August. "Morning."

August's concern for Cassidy was palpable. He leaned in closer to her as they walked together, his voice low as he whispered in her ear, "Are you okay?"

She attempted to brush off his concern with a nonchalant shrug, accompanied by a reassuring smile. "I'm fine, really."

August didn't entirely buy her reassurance, but he decided to let it go for the moment. They continued into the zoo, Simon's excitement and curiosity serving as a welcome distraction for everyone.

Chapter 19 Candy

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FFXIVWRITE 2024 — 09: LEND AN EAR.

“If it was anyone else he’d be pissed if they were still here, but not you.” — Sarah Clay, Never Enough

TAGS: [ isorawrites. » FFXIVwrite » 2024 ]

FANDOM: Final Fantasy XIV.

VERSE: AU » Modern Day.

STATUS: Submitted; 1 chapter (3 parts).

GENRES: Draft, Short Story.

SHIPS: Shenanigans.

MUSES: Yiuno Reine (Yiune Rei).

NPC: Emmanellain de Fortemps.

lend an ear phrase of lend listen sympathetically or attentively.

WARNING — mild alcohol abuse.

Emmanellain loved his job very much. He enjoyed working in the sales department: there were plenty of challenges awaiting him each day. Whether it was about handling fussy regulars or seeking out new customers to add to his repertoire, he was content with the busy schedule that gave him a sense of fulfillment.

However, his colleagues had other ideas—they exploited his easygoing personality by often dumping their tasks onto him, causing him to stay in the office beyond working hours. By the time he managed to complete everything for the day, it was already half past eleven. Then, he had to catch the last train home; he barely had any time for himself, and simply crashed for the night. Worse, he had to return to the workplace on weekends in a feeble attempt to catch up, draining him further.

One day, his manager, Yiuno, called him to his room for a talk. While Emmanellain greatly respected Yiuno, for the latter was the youngest in the department but also the most capable, he found it difficult to approach his stony-faced superior. He heard rumors from his colleagues about Yiuno being an extremely strict person, and he’d fire anyone who didn’t meet his high expectations.

Throughout the whole meeting, Emmanellain merely kept his eyes on the carpeted floor. He didn’t pay much attention to what Yiuno was saying to him; his mind was running various simulations about the mountain of tasks that he still needed to do.

He only jolted out of his own thoughts when he felt a sudden pat on his shoulder. “There’s a client I want you to meet tonight,” Yiuno said. “Meet me at the parking lot at seven. I’ll drive.”

“Ah! But—”

“I will drive,” Yiuno cut him off in a flat tone. “You should take a good look at yourself in the mirror. Have you actually slept at all?”

An hour had passed since Emmanellain arrived at the posh restaurant with Yiuno—they were already done with the main course and now onto the desserts, but the client they were supposed to meet was nowhere in sight. He glanced at his Viera boss, who was digging into his chocolate soufflé with a blank expression.

He kept wiping his sweaty hands on his pants. He couldn’t remember the last time he ate together with anyone in the company; this was his first time hanging out with his superior. As the tense atmosphere began to crush him, he hurriedly picked up his glass and downed all its content. He coughed as the dryness of red wine burned his throat.

He looked up to see Yiuno standing next to him with a glass of water. “Take it easy,” he said. “I think our clients got lost somewhere, so I’m going down to fetch them. It’s my treat tonight—feel free to order anything you like in the meantime.”

Emmanellain nodded as he watched Yiuno leave with a paper bag. He suddenly felt a little light-headed—maybe he was too nervous. He never had issues with alcohol, and he used to be quite the drinker when he just turned twenty. He ordered more wine for himself, becoming more intoxicated by the time he finished the third bottle.

Through his half-opened eyelids, he saw a figure approaching: at first, he thought his manager had returned because of the familiar leporine ears, then he sat upright when he realized the person was female. Emmanellain traced the lady’s curvy figure with his eyes, then he mumbled a quick apology when he noticed the latter pulling down her mini skirt shyly. Work had kept him busy for years with no room to socialize, let alone date anyone.

“D-Do you mind… if I sit here?”

The lady’s mature voice surprised Emmanellain; he relaxed when she covered her mouth and coughed softly. “No, no… Not at all,” he replied, still gaping at the Viera woman. Half of her face was covered by the long fringe of her silver bobcut, with only one eye and her dark-red lips visible. She was clad in full-black: long-sleeved turtleneck, opaque pantyhose, and ankle-strapped heels.

Chuckling nervously, she averted her gaze from Emmanellain’s intense stare. “…Is there something on me that bothers you?”

“No… no.” Emmanellain shook his head. “My apologies. I’m awed by your beauty.”

She laughed again. Then she looked Emmanellain. “But there is something that has been bothering you.”

He froze. This lady was a stranger, yet he felt a tinge of familiarity from her. Waving his hand at a passing waiter for more wine, Emmanellain could no longer stop the words tumbling out of his mouth, and the tears flowing down his cheeks for the rest of the night.

The next day, Emmanellain woke up with a splitting headache. That cleared after he sat up for a while, and he began to study his environment.

He was in a hotel room, fully illuminated by the sunlight pouring through the bay windows. The bed was queen-sized, big enough to fit two fully-grown adults. He heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom; he then noticed some clothes left on the backrest of an armchair, just a few steps away.

He felt his head throbbing again when he tried to recall what had happened last night. He kept talking to the Viera woman, who simply listened in silence, occasionally helping to fill his glass with more wine. He clutched his head when he remembered leaning against the surprised lady and cried on her shoulder. He recognized the clothes belonging to the female stranger. A sudden realization dawned upon him, and he began searching the room frantically.

He couldn’t recall anything else after he cried himself to sleep. Nothing could possibly happen between them… right?

He accidentally knocked over the lady’s pile of clothes, where it fell onto the ground in a scattered mess. As he picked them up, he noticed something queer among the sea of black. Something he’d never imagine anyone would have, under normal circumstances.

He looked up when he heard a click, and the bathroom door opened to reveal the last person he’d expect to meet.

“Oh, you’re finally awake,” Yiuno greeted him with his usual nonchalance. “Feeling better now?”

Emmanellain could only gape at his topless superior, his other hand still holding the silicone breastplate he’d just picked off the floor.

Yiuno merely replied with a wry smile. “This is the only way I could make you talk to me.”

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