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b1ackbunny · 1 year

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LOVE LIES

CH. 1 | SIN CITY

A Bada Lee smau-ish ff

pairing: bada lee x fem!dancer!oc (jia mei yu)

synopsis: bada lee wasn’t looking for love when it found her. jia mei yu couldn’t truly comprehend the feeling inside when she was with her, on and off the dancefloor. when these two dancers meet by chance, a bond is formed and uncharted territories are explored.

word count: 2.9k

warnings: definitely au-like… no mentions of swf or smf, uhhh idk any more, bad writing, friendly violence, a little inaccurate, unedited

previous: prologue

next: chapter 2

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a/n: first posted ff on here obviously has to be with my wife ofcccc!!! I’ve always wanted to do a smau-ish type story so I wasn't gonna pass up this opportunity 🫶🏽 this is just for funsies take nothing seriously so if you guys want to comment feel free I hope you enjoy! planning for this to be a series

Jia sighed and opened the practice room door, shrugging her bag off her shoulder and placing it by the mirror. She spent most of her day with Leejung and Deukie, although she got breakfast with her main friend group beforehand.

Looking down at her phone, she saw a couple of notifications displayed on her lock screen. She ignored them for now and opened Spotify, scrolling through her different playlists. Jia wanted to end the day with a calm freestyle session, so she settled on her playlist containing relaxed but danceable songs.

She clicked shuffle play and stretched for the duration of the first song. Setting her phone on the floor to record some of her session for potential sparks of genius, Jia made sure her shoes were tied as the first notes of Waves by Normani began to play.

Jia swayed to the beat before beginning to be immersed in the music. It was like second nature to hit each beat for the girl. Every move she did matched the vibe of the song. She stared at the mirror and couldn't help but criticize her dancing a bit.

Yes, her body control was exceptional, but she believed her lines could've been better. She took off her hat and ran her hands through her hair. She crouched down and took multiple sips of water. After she finished, she put her hat back on and stopped the recording before standing up straight and waiting for the next song.

The playlist continued to shuffle play and each song that played reminded her of the one person she didn't want to think about. After dancing to Too Late by SZA, Jia decided to take a break. She looked at the time and saw it was 7:16 in the evening.

Taking her water bottle and drinking a decent amount, she looked at it and saw that it was a little less than halfway. She picked up her phone and water bottle, put her phone in her pocket, and exited the studio. She felt comfortable leaving her bag in the room since YGX was her usual studio.

Jia walked down the hall, occasionally peeking through the windows of other rooms to see if any of her friends were in. Just as she was about to peek through the window of a room, she heard her name being called and hurried steps.

Her eyes widened once she turned her head to see it was her friend J-Ho. “J-Ho! What are you doing here?” She beamed at the Just Jerk dancer with a slightly confused smile. Jia and J-Ho’s friendship was one of those low-maintenance ones so it's safe to say she hadn't seen him since June.

J-Ho answered while pulling the girl into a hug, “My friend is hosting a workshop here so Howl, Hulk, and I wanted to sit in and support.” Jia let out a sound of understanding and pulled away before looking through the room window and seeing two familiar faces.

“Wait- it's in this one?” J-Ho confirmed with a nod and a grin. “There's a 10-minute break so I took a bathroom break,” J-Ho explained as he opened the door. Jia was getting ready to walk away before seeing J-Ho’s confused face.

“You’re not coming in to say hi to Hulk and Howl?” Jia glanced at the window before looking back at J-Ho. “I don't want to intrude or anyth-” Her sentence was cut off by J-Ho laughing and pulling her into the room. Jia smiled and bowed at the students she passed while the two made a beeline toward their friends.

“Guess who I found lurking in the hallway.” J-Ho joked as the two reached their target. It seemed that they were in a conversation but when J-Ho spoke, they all turned their attention toward the two. Jia only recognized two out of the three dancers they approached.

Hulk was the first to pull her into a hug and sway side to side. “G, I haven't seen you in so long!” Jia laughed a little and nodded as their hug ended, forming the Scout Honor sign with her right hand and standing up exaggeratedly straight. “I've been extremely loyal to YGX since about early August.”

The three rolled their eyes at her statement with a smile, knowing that her statement was only half-true. Jia greeted Howl before glancing over to the girl she was unfamiliar with. She looked her up and down, not in a rude way but in one with genuine curiosity.

“Oh, right sorry. This is the friend I told you about. Jia, meet Bada Lee. Bada, meet Jia Mei Yu.” J-Ho introduced the two. Jia and Bada bowed toward each other, a smile spreading across Jia’s face when she started to recognize the name. “Wait, you're the one that choreographed for Aespa and NCT, right?”

Bada nodded her head with a smile, causing Jia to smile more and slightly bounce on her toes and quietly clap. “But, you choreographed for Le Sserafim and Itzy, if I'm not mistaken?” Bada asked her smile still prominent when Jia nodded and covered her mouth.

She felt she was smiling too hard so she pulled down her hat, hoping it would swallow her face and smile whole. Bada glanced at the clock and saw the break was almost over. She made it known to the class before making her way back to the group.

“It was nice seeing you guys-” Jia started to say her goodbyes before she was cut off by Bada. “You can stay and watch the rest of the workshop…” Jia furrowed her eyebrows, glancing at the boys who nodded in agreement with Bada then locking her eyes back on the beautiful girl in front of her.

“Only if you want to or aren't already busy, of course..” Bada rushed out and the corners of Jia’s lips slightly curled up when she saw a hopeful glint in the girl’s eyes. “I didn't want to be a bother or anything but if you insist…” Jia trailed off, the smile that threatened to escape fought a winning battle.

Bada nodded and grinned before moving toward the front of the class. Once she left the group, Jia turned toward the boys and punched J-Ho in the arm. He winced in pain and moved away from the girl before she could hit him again. “That was for saying my full government name when introducing me to the Bada Lee.”

Jia sweetly smiled at him and patted his arm, summoning laughs from Howl and Hulk. J-Ho rolled his eyes and mushed the girl’s head to the side. “You’ll be fine.” Jia folded her arms and shifted her attention to the girl she stayed to watch.

Jia found Bada undeniably attractive and couldn't have been any more unprepared for what she was about to see. Since Bada had already taught and ran through the dance moves before the break, it was time to do the choreography full-out once again.

Jia and her friends stood toward the back while the first group, including Bada, moved to the center where there was a space cleared for them. The cameraman signaled that they were recording and the song started.

The girl recognized it as Sin City by SAAY and began to feel excited that she was able to experience this in person. She grinned at Bada through the mirror and caught a glimpse of the corners of her mouth twitch up.

She was completely and utterly caught off guard as soon as the group started dancing. Although both Bada and her students were doing an amazing job, Jia couldn't seem to shift her gaze onto anyone other than Bada.

She clapped and cheered for the dancers but as soon as she made eye contact with Bada for the fourth time she had to cover the lower half of her face with her hoodie’s sleeve to hide the rising blush that took over her features.

The other dancers stepped away, leaving Bada to perform her freestyle at the end. At this point, Jia fanned her face a bit, feeling unbelievably embarrassed and flustered at the way her body seemed to respond to seeing the girl dance.

Hulk laughed at her expression and how pink her face seemed to be getting, causing Jia to feint at him before going back to watching the phenomenal dancer in front of her. Once Bada finished with a bow, everyone began cheering for the dancer.

Jia clapped, cheered, and bounced on her toes before being pulled down to stand flat on her feet by Howl. The girl’s smile dropped and she side-eyed him before shooing his hands. “Let me applaud for this talented woman in peace!” Howl laughed and shook his head.

“You just met her, you're embarrassing yourself.” Jia rolled her eyes and looked over at the girl who was picking out the dancers for the next group. She held a dimmed smile, knowing that there was most likely some truth to Howl’s statement.

After the next group danced, Jia decided she wasn't going to stay for the other groups and it was time for her to head back to her practice room. “Well, this was fun thank you guys for convincing me to stay!” She said with a smile while glancing between all her friends.

She peeked over at Bada who was now stationed at the back of the room with them and saw she wore a slightly bummed expression. “You're not staying for the whole workshop?” Jia sighed at Bada’s question and shook her head.

“I should get back to the practice room I was in. It was great meeting you and I hope we meet again!” Jia kindly stated before saying her goodbyes to the group and bowing. She walked toward the door, greeting some students who recognized her on the way and exited the room.

Remembering the original reason why she left the room in the first place, she walked to the water dispenser at the end of the hall and began filling her bottle. She couldn't deny that Howl’s words ran through her mind a bit.

Why did she get so excited over a girl she just met? Especially when less than thirty minutes ago Jinhyoung was one of the only people on her mind. Speaking of him, she still couldn't wrap her mind around how he basically ghosted her for four months and then commented on her tweet.

Jia grimaced at the thought and stopped filling her water bottle. She walked back down the hall to her practice room while tightening the cap of her bottle. Opening the door, she was met with the room exactly how she left it.

She connected her phone back to the speakers and began stretching while searching for her next song. After deciding on a song, she set her phone up against the mirror. Only by J.cob began playing and Jia smiled when she took off her hat, running her fingers through her hair.

Before the lyrics began, she made the quick decision to ditch both her hat and her hoodie. Thankfully she had a black crewneck tank top underneath. Right after she tossed the hat and hoodie to the side, the lyrics commenced and she began dancing.

With each dance move, she found herself getting more and more hyped. She looked at herself through the mirror when the pre-chorus hit. She slowed down her moves and incorporated some hip movements before picking up the speed when the chorus began.

Due to this being one of her most listened-to songs, she was able to tell a story with her moves. They were smooth and looked pretty good for it being a freestyle. When Nathania’s verse on the song began Jia smiled at her reflection.

She was truly having fun. With her notifications ultimately being silenced and left in the company of herself and the music, Jia was honestly at peace. She smoothly danced to the verse, coordinating her body in ways she felt went with the song.

As the song came to an end, Jia felt that some parts of that freestyle could've been rearranged into a choreography. She slipped over to her phone and bent down to stop the recording.

She disconnected it from the speakers and replayed the recording. While watching the video, she cringed at some parts and felt like an intellectual at others. Overall, she ruled the freestyle as a stroke of genius.

When this happens, Jia usually locks herself in the room until she is able to transform it into an adequate choreography. This time is no different. She stood in the middle of the room, rerunning the video and dissecting the routine.

Jia decided that she would only make choreography for Nathania’s verse. She debated with herself on whether she should make the choreo more sensual or hip-hop-based. After some deliberation, she chose the latter and began working.

Since she didn't bring her notebook, she opened the notes app and started writing out elements that she liked from the freestyle, flipping between the recording and the notes app.

She added to, subtracted from, and rearranged the choreography until she was satisfied with her end result. This took close to three hours and many recordings later. Once Jia finished her final take, she smiled at her reflection and held her hips.

Her shallow breaths were heard once she picked up her phone and stopped both the recording and the music. She laid on her back and took deep breaths, the cool flooring helped her body cool down.

Hating the feeling of her hair sticking to her skin, she got up and walked to where her bag was. Once she reached it, she pulled out a hair tie and put her hair up in a ponytail while looking at herself in the mirror.

She heard a knock at the door and looked at her watch. It was currently 10:30 p.m. She remembered renting out the studio till 11 p.m., so this made her eyebrows slightly furrow. Jia turned toward the door and slightly smiled at who she saw.

Calmly striding over to the door, Jia swung the door open and leaned against it. “Well, well, well, what do we have here? Didn't your class end hours ago?” She joked with a tiny smile and happily maintained eye contact with the girl in front of her. “Yeah, it did, but I stayed to work on some new choreography.”

Jia hummed in understanding before putting a hand on her hip and quirking her eyebrow. “So, Bada Lee… why are you here?” Jia observed as Bada rubbed the side of her neck.

“I didn’t get the chance to ask for your number before. I think we should collaborate on a choreography or two in the future.” Bada vocalized and Jia put on a thinking expression. She looked up at the ceiling before glimpsing back at the girl.

“Yeah, of course! To tell the truth, I was honestly hoping we could potentially be friends…?” Jia hopefully drew out. The pause that occurred was mortifying and made the girl stare at her shoes.

Jia held back the urge to cover her face and right when she was about to take the request back, she heard a laugh from Bada. Her eyes immediately snapped up to meet Bada’s and what she was met with made her smile.

Bada was staring at the girl with a grin while nodding her head. “I’d love that.” Jia slightly giggled and tried to smoothen down her ponytail. Her eyes scanned over Bada’s face, stopping at every minute feature before meeting her eyes once again.

“So, the phone number?” Bada reminded and Jia could hear a slight tease in her tone. Jia shook her head and laughed to herself before turning toward the inside of the room. “Right, yeah, of course, duh!”

She signaled for Bada to come inside as she walked toward her phone lying in the center of the room. She picked it up and speed-walked to where Bada stood by the door. Unlocking her phone and opening her contacts, she swiped on the keypad and turned the phone toward Bada.

Bada did the same and the pair took each other’s phones. After they typed their phone numbers into the other’s phone, they both handed it back. Jia smiled at the contact and slowly tapped her phone against her hand.

“I guess we’ll meet again sooner than later.” Jia joked and watched as Bada backed up toward the door, holding up her phone. “I’ll text you.” She said once she reached the door and shook her phone, grinning.

Jia nodded and put a thumbs-up before Bada excited the room. She waited a couple of seconds after Bada’s departure to start celebrating. The giddy feeling inside was still apparent and Jia couldn't help but start hopping out of excitement.

She started doing her victory dance and punching the air before stopping and looking out the window to make sure nobody witnessed that. With a sigh, she fell back on the floor and smiled at the ceiling.

It feels like it's been forever since she truly liked someone, and though she's okay with how her life was, she missed the feeling a new crush brought her. Although she proposed the idea of being friends, Jia couldn't help but want for more and she hoped Bada would soon feel the same.

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sapphos-corner · 1 month

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As the Seasons Pass Ch. 1 "Mid-July" ☆ A sapphic fiction story

Synopsis: Genie has been struggling with a homoerotic friendship. She meets a girl named Valerie through this friend. Tonight is the first time she's hanging out with Valerie one-on-one. Platonically of course. This story is gonna be a very slow burn, so this chapter surrounds the first stage of building the dynamic that Genie and Valerie will have. This is part one, but there is a background chapter that surrounds the homoerotic relationship Genie has. If you'd like to check that out, it's linked in my pinned post.

Contains: Nervous Genie. Car ride. General sapphic nervousness and awkwardness. Concert. Slice of life. Indirect kisses:p

Warnings: Although there isn't smut in this chapter, this story as a whole is not for minors. If you're not 18+ you are not welcome here, I mean this in the nicest way.

Word count: 1.6K

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I wake up to another instagram notification, a DM from Valerie.

@/Valthehuman: Wait would you want to hang out? Like before the next group hangout? There's a show tomorrow night at that bar you were asking about, if ur free/interested in going. I have an extra ticket too?

@/Geniesirius: Yeah omg, that sounds so fun, just let me know what time! :)

There's a bubbly, fluttery feeling rising in my chest that actually makes me excited to get out of bed. I head out to the kitchen and make breakfast.

My phone lights up and I pick up my phone with a record amount of speed. It's not Val. It's one of the scam texts about the election. I roll my eyes and put my phone down.

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I'm in the middle of drawing a cute little neurographic-style page when my phone lights up again. This time it's her.

@/Valthehuman: Awesome! It starts at 7:30, do u wanna meet there or I can pick you up? It’s kind of a hard place to find unless you know what you’re looking for.

@/Geniesirius: Yeah that would be so nice actually, i hate driving into downtown :)) I'll send my address over in a sec!

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I'm really anxious getting ready. Val's so cool and effortless. I've gone through three different outfits, I probably should have asked about the vibe.

I grip my phone and start scouring Val's page in an attempt to find the band that's playing tonight. I click on her tagged photos and scroll a bit, revealing a picture of a crowd with Val front line and center. Her eyes were wide and she had the biggest smile I've ever seen on anyone's face.

The caption reads: "So lucky to have had some of my closest friends at my first show." Posted by @/jennadummy.

After going through her feed, I see she's the drummer of this band. I watch a few of the reels and it seems to be a pretty eclectic alternative band. This is good. Everyone at the shows dress pretty casual and the crowds run pretty small.

I settle on some black cargo pants and a lavender babytee. I accessorize with some silver jewelry and spritz some peach perfume on my neck and wrists. She's picking me up in an hour and I feel a ball of anxiety building in the pit of my stomach.

I keep telling myself it's not a big deal, because it's not. I'm just hanging out with a new person and making a friend. It's not like im going on a tinder date with a stranger or something. It's literally not even a thing it's just a stupid little hangout in a public place. Oh and a forty-five minute drive with someone that's had maybe six minutes of screentime in my life so far. Fuuuuuck fuck fuck fuck fuck what are we even gonna talk about for forty-five minutes?

I pick my phone up again and start stalking her socials again, I have to find at least one thing I can resort to if things feel too quiet and weird. She has the link to her spotify in her bio, truly a godsend. She only has one playlist titled 'everything' and it's over two thousand hours long. I scroll through and see we have a ton of bands and artists in common, I click through and sample the songs and artists I don't know. All niche, obscure bands that have under a thousand monthly listeners.

In the middle of my venture, a random number texts me.

234-555-6789: Hey it's Valerie, I was wondering if you wanted to pick up some food or snacks or something to eat on the way? If so, I'll probably be on my way now, if that's okay?

I forgot we exchanged numbers earlier, my heart almost jumped out of my chest when I saw it was her. The stress I'm feeling is borderline ridiculous, but no matter how hard I try to overcome it, I can't help but turn into a puddle of nerves before I hang out with literally anyone, even (correction: especially) Sabrina.

Me: Yeah, that sounds awesome actually. I'm ready to go too so just lmk when ur on the way:))

She leaves a heart on the message and lets me know she'll be here in ten minutes.

It feels like a mass of knots are winding and tightening in the pit of my stomach. My hands are shaky and my breath is shorter than it usually is when I get nervous before going out.

I head outside two minutes before her ETA so she won't have to wait on me. She pulls up and her car is insane. It looks brand new, and it's a dark blue color.

I walk around to the passenger and open the door.

"Heeeeey, You look good." The smile on her face is major and she reaches over for me and pulls me into a tight hug.

"Hey, thanks for inviting me, it's good to see you again. You look really good too." I find that last part couldn't help but come out fast paced and slightly jumbled. She's wearing an olive green oversized button up, which is of course, unbuttoned. Underneath is a white tank top and her pants are dark and baggy. Her hair is shaggy and reflects the light, complimenting its natural black color with an orange and yellow shine. Her eyes are decorated with smudged black eyeliner, and her lip tint is a neutral brown color. If her appearance could be summed up in one word, it would be 'androgynous.'

She drives with one hand and sings under her breath so softly you'd never know she was doing it unless you paid attention. Which I'm totally not, by the way.

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"My passenger door is kinda fucked up right now, so I gotta open it from outside."

She turns the wheel so smoothly, and she purses her lips as she parks. When she stops the car she develops a wide smile.

"Parked right on the first try swag"

I feel my face scrunch as I laugh through my nose. "should we call bella hadid?"

Mutual laughter erupts and she opens the driver door and steps out of the car. She speed walks over to my side and pulls the handle with a slight urgency. She walks a little quicker than me, opening the door to the gas station before I can reach it. As I walk past her, I am greeted with a lightly cologned smell. It's very woody with some light notes of vanilla.

"Thanks. You're so chivalrous."

"You gotta be while courting."

I turn my head towards her and we make eye contact. She starts shaking her head quickly. Her eyebrows lifted, her eyes squinted, Her lips upturned and pushed together awkwardly.

"I'm.. kidding.." She says semi-convincingly. For some reason a slight sense of grief stirs in my chest. Random.

"I wouldn't be mad if you were."

"You're bad at flirting."

"Me? You're...awful. Jesus. What kind of trouble are you trying to get into in the seven eleven, though?"

"Oof i don't know. Perhaps an energy drink and something sweet. How 'bout you?"

"I think I'm gonna opt for the same."

I settled on the cherry limeade celsius and dark chocolate covered pretzels. She got the sour patch kids 'ghost energy' and a bag of jolly ranchers.

"Do you like these?" She gestures to her drink.

"I've never tried it, but sour patch kid flavor is...borderline unhinged."

"Wanna try it?" She cracks the can and hands it over to me. I reciprocate the gesture and we switch cans.

"Wow this is actually really good." She lifts her eyebrows and nods her head in approval.

"This tastes radioactive. I'm getting one every time I go to the gas station now."

We re-swap and she starts back on the road.

"Would you mind handing me a jolly rancher?"

"Yeah, of course. What's your favorite flavor?"

"Blue raspberry! How about you? You can have as many as you want, by the way."

"Cherry for sure. Blue raspberry is up there too, obviously."

I grab one of each and slip hers in between her pointer and middle fingers on the wheel.

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She opens the door for me as we step into the club. The entire place is consumed by red lighting, the walls are covered in art and it's a pretty good turnout.

"You wanna drink!?" She nods her head towards the bar

"Yeah for sure!"

She grabs my hand as we walk through the crowd. Her hand is cold and soft.

"So how do you know the band!?"

"I've known the drummer since second grade! we're still good friends!"

"Do any of your other friends from school come to the shows!?"

"Yeah, our friend group from high school comes to the shows, the ones that still live nearby, at least! They should all be here tonight though!"

"That's pretty cool!"

"What do you want to drink!?"

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She insisted on covering the tab. I got an amaretto sour and she got a lemon drop martini. We walk over to the crowd and she scans the area.

Val leans in close to my ear "They're over here."

She grabs my hand again and leads me to her friend group. She introduces me, and then tells me everyone's name. I repeat it to myself in my head until it sticks. Serena, Polly, Annie, Jolene, Belle, Bridget. Serena, Polly, Annie, Jolene, Belle, Bridget. Okay, got it. I think. The group and I exchange hellos and I catch Belle smile and raise her eyebrows at Valerie. As subtly as possible I look to Val, who blushes and slyly shakes her head.

The band comes out and the crowd 'woos' in encouragement. Jenna starts screaming, which absolutely catches me off guard. The group laughs along with the rest of the audience and the singer steps up to the mic. Val turns to me and whispers in my ear. "She's just like that, it's part of her shtick."

After a short and sweet introduction, the music starts.

I catch a glimpse of Val dancing. I can't help but smile, she looks so happy. Her black eyeliner is a little more smudged than before and her eyes glitter in the red lighting. I think this has crossed the line from a glimpse to a stare as I notice Polly in the background furrow her eyebrows and cross her arms.

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"You came on the right night, that was one of their best sets ever."

She speeds past me as we get closer to the car, opening the door for me.

#lesbian #friends to lovers #slow burn #sapphic fiction #oc story

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sebastianstansqueen · 2 years

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Where Do We Go from Here 9

A/N: I think your gonna like it 🤭, either send an ask or comment on this or click on Taglist open.

Wordcount: 1,391

Warnings: Death, Murder, Mourning, Miscarriage, angst, think that is all actually

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Once Bucky got back home he swore he blacked out, he doesn't remember what he did when he woke up the next morning and he found he whole house completely trashed glass covered the floor along with paper from paintings he ripped up, he walked into the room that was once Y/n’s and he sat there in the pristine room that he hadn’t dare touch in his blind rage, and the first time in a long time he let himself go, he cried. He didn’t give a shit he may not be able to get her back, at the moment, but he’d kill Loki if it were his last breath.

A day later Steve came over to talk to Bucky about a plan, and as he knocked on the door of the House, the door wasn’t answered by his friend like it always had, instead the door was opened by one of Bucky's house staff. “I need to talk to Bucky.” Steve told her.

“Uh I don’t think that’s a great idea Mr.Rogers, Mr. Barnes has been acting strange? For the last two days.” She said to him.

“I think I’m the person he needs to talk to if anything.” Steve walked into the house anyway.

“Bucky!” He yelled. Bucky walked down in his usual t-shirt and jeans. “You look like shit.” Steve hummed, Bucky just nodded.

“It’s nothing. I want Lafyson dead by the end of the week. There are your orders, leave or start helping me plan.” Bucky said coolly.

“I’m a bit concerned for you Buck.” Steve said softly.

“I don’t need your concern.” He shook his head.

Steve had been keeping in contact with Bucky about what the plan was, but Bucky was keeping very distant, and well, Steve, along with Bucky, and several men were ready for the hit to kill Loki outside of the house.

That night After being told Bucky basically couldn’t do anything, broke every part of you more than Loki did in Two years, you sat sobbing for a while, and Loki swooped in pretending to be a doting husband, as he helped her up and into the large SUV. Loki rambled about how you should have known Bucky didn’t care about you, and that night you slept in your room. That night laying alone was when you decided, Loki was going to die by your hands.

For the whole week you thought of something to get away with it, and one night at dinner, you made a proposition. “Hey, Loki.” You spoke softly so as to not raise any red flags. “How about this weekend you and I have a you and me weekend starting friday, no men, no guards, just you, me, and our baby.”

Loki looked at you with a curl of a smirk on his lips. “That would be lovely.” He spoke slowly.

“Great.” You smiled. “I’ll make dinner both days.” You waited for Friday to come, and as the day it, Loki’s men disappeared that day, and you put on a little show for Loki making a grand meal and playing a little docile housewife, you did all of this to gain his trust. Then to add a small cherry to the top you allowed him to have sex with you, you layed still on the bed pretending to enjoy yourself, and faking like you always had with him your orgasim.

The next day you got up and dressed in a short white dress, you also did your hair and makeup, then you went down to the dark kitchen to prepare a grouse breakfast while still playing docile Loki kissed you and wanted to take you against the counter but you made the excuse of. “We are not making my breakfast I worked so hard to go cold.”

He huffed a laugh. “Okay my dear.”

The two of you eat then both of you, spent the day together, he did a small amount of work while you made dinner, similar to the nights before, once it was ready, Loki came down sat at the head of the table and you carried out the main dish you let it fall to the floor, and you stabbed him several times. “Fuck you.” You growl viciously seven times as blood gets all over you, your hands, dress, face, neck everywhere was stained with the dark blood.

Then shock sat in and you slowly stood tears burning your eyes, you walked out of the house, crying from the sock of what you’d just done.

Bucky and his men got out of the vehicle that they had been in across the street, they thought she was stabbed with how much blood was on her, and how she was sobbing. “Y/n, you hurt?” Steve asked.

Y/n shook her head. “I killed him.” She cried.

Bucky had gone in to end Loki for trying to kill you, but that’s not what happend, Bucky found Loki on a chair that had fallen over on the ground with a knife sticking out of him, they walked out of the house finding Steve next to her as you continued crying. “Steve, I'll take her back home.” Bucky told him to carry her to the large SUV. “Y/n I’m taking you back to my place and once we’re there I need you to wash up, Okay.” He said softly, all she could do in response was nodded. Once there he rushed her inside trying to hide her, from if anyone was watching the house.

You were led to the room which was your’s when you lived with Bucky you noticed how the house looked different inside, Bucky left you to be, you peeled off your clothes, and got into the shower the water turned a strawberry after it hit the blood on your skin. You scrubbed softly at your skin, and then when you reached your legs you noticed blood in between your thighs. You rushed the shower got out, got dressed and went to find Bucky. “I need to go to the doctors.”

“Why did he get you?” Bucky asked.

“I’m about forty percent sure I miss carried.” You mumbled.

Bucky nodded. “I’ll get my friend here.”

“Okay.” You nodded, and walked out.

Once back up to the room, you just realized that you are wearing your own clothes for the first time in two long years, and that realization made you tear up, you were free, later Bucky’s friend came over as promised. “Hello Y/n, I’m Doctor Bruce Banner, I’m sure Bucky told you about me.” You nodded, giving him a yeah. “Alright, you just need to lay down. I brought the ultrasound machine with me.” He did the ultrasound, and there wasn’t a heart beat, now you may not have wanted to have Loki’s baby. It was still going to be yours and so the smallest tang of pain hit your heart, but you ignored it. “I’m so sorry, Mrs-”

“Mis. Y/l/n.” You cut him off.

“Mis. Y/l/n.” He corrected himself.

You nodded. “You're alright, I had a lot of stress today.”

“I’ll see myself out.” He spoke softly.

Bucky came up soon after to see you with a question on his face. “So?” He asked, wanting the answer.

“The forty percent was correct.” You said softly.

Bucky frowned. “I’m sorry Y/n.”

“Bucky, tell me did you see him before he passed?” You asked, referring to your father.

Bucky frowned. “Um yeah I did, I saw him at least twice a month, to talk about how to get you back, amongst other things, he went downhill fast.”

“I wish I was there for him.” You said softly.

“Y/n, your father wouldn’t want you to feel sorry, or guilt over his death, if anything he shone through you today, I can tell you he would have killed Loki like that himself if he had the chance, and maybe he was protecting you today.” Bucky told you softly.

“I still wanted to be there, I wasn’t here when mom passed either.” Tears welled up. “Bucky I want to marry you I-I don’t know i-if what happened with Loki will happen again.”

“Hey, Calm down Y/n, just take a breath, let’s just take a breath, you need to enjoy what you have back.” He reassured.

#bucky x reader angst #mob au bucky x reader #mob! bucky x reader #mob bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader mob au #mob bucky x reader #mob bucky x y/n #mafia!bucky #mafia romance #mafia!bucky x reader #mafia bucky x reader #mafia sebastian stan x reader #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky x y/n

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genericpuff · 2 years

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always wanted to make one of those 'day in the life' posts so here u go!

TW/CW: Tattoo needles, mild blood/mentioning of blood

ima be honest with you, sometimes those 'day in the life' reels on tiktok n junk annoy the piss out of me because they seem so disingenuous, but that's honest to god probably just my executive dysfunction being salty because there's no way in HELL i'm gonna be on some 'grind' where i'm getting up at 6 am to make smoothies and do a workout before i have to go to actual work, i can't with that and i struggle to fathom anyone else doing that consistently LMAO (but i know there are and y'all are a different breed, i wouldn't be able to do it LOL)

like i literally get up anywhere between 30-10 minutes before i gotta catch the bus to go to work-

(understand that i can only get away with doing this because the bus stop is LITERALLY RIGHT ACROSS THE STREET FROM MY HOUSE LMAOOO i could also just as easily walk , work is about 15-20 minutes away, but like... i don't wanna when i could just sleep in for another 15-20 minutes LOL)

most of my mornings consist of battling with myself to get out of bed until the last possible minute and then hoping the bus isn't early so i don't miss it on account of my own executive dysfunction, paired with timmy's because i'm a canadian hoser, buds.

i'm actually pretty hyped though for that apartment move at the start of april because as soon as we've moved, we'll be even CLOSER to my work to the point i won't even have to catch the bus anymore, you can literally see the new place out my work window. watch me find ways to still be late for work LMAO

anyways. i got off kinda easy today because NORMALLY i have to get up earlier as most of the time my appointments start at 1 PM, but I only had one appointment today and we had booked it for 3 so I got to sleep in a bit longer <3 This was the design I had made up for them (a sternum piece):

but then it turned out i had completely neglected the one change they wanted, which was to make the middle flower a lotus flower. thank god for my ipad, having the ability to change up designs on the go was half the reason I bought it ~

easy fix uwu

as for the setup, my tattoo setup is pretty simple, the machine isn't actually ready to go yet but i usually set that up after the stencil is applied to give the stencil time to sit and dry (and i don't like having nothing to do while i wait):

(the actual machine once it's wrapped):

it was a full kitchen in the shop today meaning me, my boss, and my two other coworkers who work in the open area were all working and having a good time. one of my other coworkers wasn't in today but they work in a separate private room so the main area itself was full. sometimes i'll come in and i can tell who was in first based on what's playing on the TV. if it's documentaries or reruns of old comedy shows (like the Office) I know it's my boss, if it's reality TV then I know it's L, and if it's music from Spotify then it's usually my other coworker S.

It was S today :' )

here's the actual stencil on the skin! my client is an old pal who i've tattooed a couple times and was thankfully okay with me taking pics and posting these ~ (haha, no female presenting nipples here, tumblr!)

as you can probably see I had to take a marker to the tail and redraw it so it would go around the belly button, originally the stencil went right thru it and wouldn't have looked good

but guess what? didn't matter anyways because the fucking stencil wouLDN'T FUCKING STICK. like, as soon as I started working on it, I realized it was gonna be one of those stencils, the kind that wipe away INSTANTLY. I think it was a combination of just the placement (backs and sternums don't tend to hold as well) as well as her skin type (not all skin types hold onto stencils and ink equally) and the fact that it was hotter in the shop than it usually is which amounted to a bit of sweat (esp in the belly area where things tend to be a lot warmer) which resulted in the stencil not holding in the slightest. y'all it was STRESSFUL and even after I tried to re-apply the stencil again as best as I could (with the tattoo already in progress and the old stencil pretty much gone) it STILL wouldn't hold, so I essentially had to bloodline the whole thing (i.e. line it in so lightly and quickly just to get SOMETHING visible in there after the stencil disappeared. half the lines weren't even genuine lines, just the tiniest faintest impressions that mostly consisted of blood, but still better than nothing).

eventually my coworkers had all clocked out for the day so i was the last one standing, meaning I got control over the Spotify >:D

(and played pretty much the exact same music my coworker would have because we have the exact same tastes in music lmao)

so this is where i had to re-stencil because the original stencil i had put on was wiping away like crazy, but then the second stencil ended up being just as shitty. like you can see where i had to put the lines in 'good enough' near the top because even the shoddy stencil redo was GONE as i was working on it, and it created this sort of cyclical problem where i couldn't just not wipe while i worked because that would result in there being ink anywhere so i couldn't see what i was doing... but then i would wipe to clean it up and poof stencil gone. it was a nightmare and stressed me out but big thanks to my client for understanding and trusting the process <3

because even tattoos are allowed to have an ugly stage before they look good ~

all in all i'm pretty happy with how it came out in the end, the process definitely didn't go as smoothly as i had initially hoped and i would have liked to spend more time on the actual lining process in the beginning, but i had to rush that shit. thankfully as soon as that foundation was laid, it gave me time to just go in and tighten up those lines, a lot of this ended up being freehand compared to what i had planned on doing :' )

(the best part is this client has two lil' dermals just an inch or so above the tattoo that the snake's face and tongue line up perfectly with, it's adorable haha)

either way, that was my day at the shop, i was the last one there so it was on me to settle the debit/credit machine, set the alarms and have everything ready for another day tomorrow!

very appropriate music for the last track of the day lmao and our shop pet, Smaug, poked his head out to say hello!

for the most part, a good day! aside from that stupid stencil giving me a hard time, it was still pretty chill, came out to be a 3 hour day, I showed up around 2:30, my appointment started at 3 and we were all done by 5:30, left just in time to go pick up some sushi takeout and catch the next bus home <3

(have I ever shown my face on my Tumblr before??? if not, here's me!)

My job's pretty cool. Still have to deal with a lot of "typical bullshit" esp when it comes to communicating with clients and setting up appointments as well as tattoo-unique bullshit like dealing with squirmers or crappy stencils or not being able to have a social life without people pestering me for free work, but it's the best job I could ever ask for especially in this particular location. The husband and wife duo who run the place are super sweet but have their shit together well, they run a tight ship and it means I don't have anything to worry about besides setting up my appointments and tattooing. It took a lot of fighting over the course of years to finally end up in a comfortable place, and many times I almost gave up, but it was worth it because now I'm in a great place that pays well and I get to do what I love.

But I'm still pretty eager to get home most days lol So I grabbed my sushi, caught the bus, and made it home.

It was about 6:25 when I landed and because of Daylight Savings, it's still very light out. It does so much for my mental health to leave work and have it still be sunny, the ✨ seasonal depression ✨ is gone and all I have to worry about now is ✨ regular depression ✨ And it's gonna be even better once we move to the new place because it's on a ground floor and has windows aplenty, loads of natural light (compared to the gross basement we live in rn).

But until then, this is what I come home to (～￣▽￣)～

I will now spend the next 6-8 hours playing FF XIV, watching my shows, and working on Rekindled and Time Gate, pretty much all at the same time or at least jumping between. Usually I'll have something playing on rerun on the TV in the background (so something I don't have to pay attention to, like reruns of the Office or Bob's Burgers or w/e I'm feeling that day) and then I'll be listening to music in my headphones or - if I want to engage with something that isn't a rerun - I'll put on a Youtube video that's easy to listen to and absorb without having to look directly at. Sometimes it's speedrun documentaries, sometimes it's GameGrumps compilations, just depends on what I'm feeling and what shows up in my recommended that day LOL Yes , it might seem 'pointless' to have a show playing in the background while also listening to music, but it's sorta just there as a presence and idk, it brings my ADHD brain comfort lol

If you don't believe me that this is the level of multitasking that I'm at, the other day I made a call to Nintendo Support to help my husband get back into his account and I did it while running dungeons in FF XIV, yaaaaay ADHD! My brain needs constant stimulation to function! ╰（‵□′）╯

(and yes, I'm usually joined by Psuwis - it's Maliseet for 'cat' - who's very needy for my attention as soon as I get home lol)

This is how I spend most of my evenings, and even entire days if I'm not in the shop (and my schedule's pretty flexible, sometimes I'm at the shop 5 days a week, other times I might only work 2 or 3 days, it just depends on how busy my bookings are). My husband is actually probably just getting off work rn so he'll likely be home by the time I'm wrapping up this post lmao

Supper!

I actually worked on Rekindled pretty much all day yesterday, so now the episode's almost done already, it's coming along nicely! I'm hoping to have it done tonight or tomorrow so that I can have it ready for Saturday when I'm away on my trip (and maybe get a headstart on Ep 12 so that we can have a new episode next weekend as well during my apartment move!)

Anyone in my follows play FF XIV? Currently working on my Astrologian, it's pretty fun! You can find me (Pym Thras'rala) in Hyperion if you ever wanna party up sometime!

That's pretty much it! Not really anything super crazy or exciting to show, my life's pretty routine and that's how I like it. A lot of my social life is online nowadays but I do make time to go out and hang out with IRL pals as well. If this were done on a Friday most of what I'd be doing is hanging out down at the bar with pals LMAO

So yeah! hope you enjoyed this lil' self-indulgent "talk about myself for 20 minutes" post （￣︶￣）↗　If anything I hope it offers some kind of solidarity to the other pals out there who need 27390572309 forms of stimulation to get through the day LMAO

(also not recommending anyone live the way i do, my back hurts, my sleep schedule is fucked and my brain is fried（*゜ー゜*）let's all hold each other accountable and remember to check our postures, stand up and stretch every hour, and stay hydrated <3 ).

#lore rekindled #lore rekindled comic #day in the life #ama #ask me anything #anon ama #anon ask me anything #about me post #about me

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skinks · 1 year

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I got tagged by @rockcandyshrike to do a wee music meme post and I’m gonna follow her example and do my top 10 most RECENT repeated songs because that’s more interesting than just my top 10 repeated songs. gives it a lil summer snapshot. I find that I mostly listen to metal and prog in the winter whereas as soon as the sun is actually warm I remember funk and classical exists lmao

1. Breakwater - Release the Beast

However hard you might imagine this song goes, you’re not ready for it!!! Heard this for the first time before the Coheed show the other night, immediately recognised a part of it being the origin sample for the entire daft punk song “robot rock”. This is so insanely good, and my discovery of it coinciding with actual summer weather means I’ve been blasting it while driving around with my windows down nonstop lmao. You’re welcome fellow citizens. The beast is fucking released

2. Bilmuri - BOUTTA CASHEW

Just because it’s summer doesn’t mean I stop listening to metal and post-hxc… Bilmuri have never failed me except for the fact that they never tour the UK. The danciest tongue-in-cheek bangers this side of dance gavin dance

3. Halogen - U Got That

SPEAKING OF DANCE!! Who among us can resist a house drop when it’s this chonky. I heard this on a tiktok meme shared to tumblr that I had to do like 3 levels of googling to understand because I’m an old woman. But this song makes me actually want to go to a club for the second time ever in my crone life

4. Caroline Polachek - Caroline Shut Up

I had heard a snippet of one of her songs ages ago and it didn’t wow me, but I gave her new album a try and holy moly!! Really interesting acrobatic vocals plus lush dense intricate dramatic varied production… im in love. Even though this is actually from her first album, it’s the best example of what I like about her stuff. She’s like a mix of Bjork and 90s Madonna and Enya and Imogen Heap. And brother I’m nothing if not a Heaphead. Caroline pls come to Scotland

5. Maria Callas - O Mio Babbino Caro

I got this song stuck in my head and of course it’s so hard to sing along to a soprano aria, but I specifically love this Callas version because the way she really takes her time with the phrasing emphasises the longing of it and it makes me cry

6. bel canto - A Shoulder to the Wheel

Recently discovered there’s a name for an artistic aesthetic I have VIVID memory and nostalgia for from the mid-late 90s - the name of the aesthetic is Global Village Coffeehouse. I found a 50 hour gvc playlist on spotify and have been finding banging new music one of which is this song!! I love the propulsive synths and drums and the DRAMA… let it wash over u

7. Chris Rea - On The Beach

It’s got to be this specific single version not the slower album one! My whole life I only knew Rea as the singer of a pretty great xmas song until this April when my beloved pal added this to our Highland roadtrip playlist. If this doesn’t get you feeling like a neon-soaked sweaty lounge-lizard having a hallucinatory tango under a palm tree with a sexy extra from Miami Vice idk what will

8. Aviations - Coma

Is it really a joe skinks music post if there’s not a 10 minute prog metal song………….

I’m hoping their last two singles this year mean we have an imminent album incoming and it’s gonna SLAP as hard as the rest of their output! Aviations embody everything I love most and seek out in my prog metal; super agile clean AND harsh vocals interacting with the extreme amount of syncopation and intricacy in the instrumental arrangements. Aviations use piano in their compositions better than any other prog band I enjoy. I mean listen to this shit it’s beautiful

9. Stereophonics - Pick A Part That’s New

I had a really fun time making a playlist of songs I remember my parents always playing in my childhood, it’s full of a lot of 90s soul and electronic music and also this… whiny britpop. But it surprised me how much fantastic whiny britpop there is

10. Sumerlands - Force of a Storm

My brother introduced me to this album and it truly fucks how much they sound like an old-school Heavy Metal band while being fully contemporary. Like they truly sound like Sabbath or Iron Maiden but with modern production sensibilities. I LOVE the strength of this guy’s voice. Like if this doesn’t make you feel like a barbarian riding a winged steed and brandishing a massive sword against a dragon drawn by Frank Frazetta idk what will. Can u tell fantasising is how I process music

I will tag @shrikestrike @acuzena @lungtile @kitsune-sam @wordssometimesfail @kelsey-arts @erebones and whomstever else wants to… of course nobody has to if they don’t want

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obsidianwasp · 2 years

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Introducing my FIRST original music album!

I know my presence here isn't as big as it is on Twitter or Youtube but I might as well announce it here too, right?

Anyways, on November 28th, I'll be releasing my first ever original music album, titled "N0VUM ~ Album Zero" -- that's TEN days from now!

This album is a compilation of all of the original compositions I made last year as sort of a "proof of concept", which is why I aptly subtitled it "album zero". It's super experimental and I played around with a lot of genres -- rock, orchestra, ambient, horror, etc. Most of the tracks aren't up to my current level of skill but I'm still proud of them and they still deserve all of my love! So they'll all be getting a full and proper release!

But wait, there's more!

If all goes well, I'll be releasing ANOTHER album next month, compiling everything I've made THIS year too! I'm gonna (try to) make this a thing to release an album once a year, just to show you all what I've been up to and to at least have downloads ready for all of the tracks I've either made or have been too lazy to upload!

I'll be releasing this on YouTube as a whole, but you can also download the album on bandcamp as well. Now, as for the price? I've decided that Album 0... Should be just that. Album 0 is Zero dollars. It's releasing for ✨free99 ✨.

I know I might be severely underselling myself with this, but like I said before, it's a proof of concept album -- it's very experimental and I kinda just don't feel comfortable selling an "experiment". It's got nothing to do with me thinking it isn't good enough for money, think of it more as the free sample to the actual product. I've learned so much since last year so if you guys like N0VUM even a small amount, then you'll LOVE my upcoming stuff in the future!

I hope you all are looking forward to this and other stuff I have planned, and continue to support me on this wild and fun journey of mine. I'll be updating with previews and the bandcamp/spotify pages once this drops! See you all then!

#this shit's gonna flop LOL #wasptunes

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achillieus · 3 years

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we’re fools (bucky barnes x reader)

summary: for all bucky barnes knows, he hates clichés. and this thing between you two, happens to be the biggest one.

(enemies to lovers trope or i watched the society on netflix recently and based this entirely on harry bingham and cassandra pressman)

pairing: college au!bucky x reader

warnings: alcohol, a lot of sexual references, but also a lot of fluff, bucky and reader are in love, also bucky gets cheesy and he hates it

(other parts) (masterlist)

part 3/3:

Bucky thinks he fell in love on a Tuesday.

“This year, I’m gonna ask Peggy Carter out.” It’s the first day of their third semester and Steve is putting his black baseball cap in his perfect hair, checking his reflection on his phone screen. One of the freshman girls winks at him and he shyly half smiles.

Usually, Bucky would tease him about it, but now he’s attention is wholly on something else. Someone else.

A girl at the other end of the hall, holding a paper juice box, wearing a gaudy denim dress that stops right before her knees.

He’s certain he hasn’t seen her before and judging by the adrift look on her face he deduces she’s in her first year. Is she pretty? He can’t decide. She’s definitely something. And if he stares at her a bit longer than socially acceptable, well let’s say, it’s completely unintended.

“Buck, did you hear what I said?” Steve says at one point and Bucky isn’t sure for how long he has been lost in her figure.

“Yeah sure.” The girl starts walking at their direction -it must be your lucky day, Bucky-, clutching the golden heart jewel around her neck. She’s looking at the doors, she’s looking at the big campus map they have on the wall. She’s looking everywhere but at him and it’s almost offensive considering the amount of time he spent looking at her.

“I’m sorry,” And then she’s there standing a few steps behind Steve. Almost hidden behind his colossal demeanor. “I can’t seem to find the Admission Office.”

A small nervous laugh escapes her lips and Bucky watches the little wrinkles around her eyes, the subtle blush on her cheeks. She doesn’t look pretty. No. She looks consuming.

“Admission office is on the left, doll”. He replies a little too fast. He had to beat Steve. He had to talk to her.

She smiles at him and somehow, along that smile, Bucky thinks he fell in love. With you.

(bucky barnes has been in love with you for 563 days)

“Did you just kiss me?”

His voice is barely a whisper and his vision is blurry and it’s weird because suddenly he realizes how scared he’s of you. Of the power you have on him. An alarming craving. Every addiction he can’t control combined. Bucky isn’t afraid of many things, not exactly. But he’s afraid that you’ll take his heart and break it, if you want to. And he’s more afraid that he’ll just allow you to. He wonders, for the split of a second, if you have any idea how everything changed when your lips met his. How something inside of him shifted.

“I’m sorry,” You finally answer and he needs a moment to compose himself, “I’m so sorry I just thought-”

“Shut up, I’d died if you hadn’t kissed me.”

“What?”

It’s innocent and terribly oblivious, the way you ask him that and he half smiles, almost touches your palm before his mind stops racing. Ignores the alcohol in his body. Reminds him that he’s Bucky Barnes, that he’s clever and brilliant and a little bit narcissistic and that he doesn’t do love. Not anymore. And that people adore him for that. And that he needs to uphold it. At least try to.

“I’m not repeating that soppy thing I said,” He drawls and smirks, his teeth gleaming in the fluorescent light of the hall. He has his mask back on. He’s playing his part again. And then he takes a quick step, opens his door and turns around, swift motions and hard grips and suddenly your spine hits the walls of his room. “But you can repeat that sexy thing you did with your tongue.”

Bucky isn’t stupid. He knows he’d perish and wither in a blast if you asked him to, yet he would never admit that. At least not so fast. And specially not to you. He has built his persona so carefully, wore it like an armor, it has become a second skin.

His chapped lips scratch soft against your neck, his hands play with the end of your dress and you observe the way his orbs are colored darker now. He knows what he’s doing. It’s a show he’s practiced. His touch is sharp, like a razor, cuts through your epidermis, comes close to your veins and the muscles of your heart.

And you’re ready to close your eyes, savor every minute of it, offer yourself like an altar and let him wipe the rationality out of you, but the moment his fingers find the wet silk between your legs there’s pain and your throat dries out instantly.

“Bucky, wait.”

“What’s wrong doll?”

“Can we stop?”

There’s the cruel split of a moment where the anxiety inside of you flares up dangerously and you fill like on the edge of a cliff, like falling and it’s horrible. And then you see his body relax, breathing a sigh of relief and laughing.

“Thank God you asked.”

“Barnes,” you hit him with your elbow, “You’re doing wonders for my self esteem right now!”

“You’re an idiot,” he replies with a grimace, “It’s just that I’m drunk and I prefer if I’m not drunk when we have sex. I want to remember the whole thing.”

A strange sensation tingles somewhere between your ribs and your stomach, something so pure and new, and it raises goosebumps all over you. And you smile at him.

And somehow along that smile, Bucky’s mask starts to fall.

Bucky Barnes, you learnt within your first month in college, is a year older than you, a proud boy that always asks the right questions and always gives the right answers, with charms and wits of a living god.

Bucky Barnes, you learnt the night you kissed him in the narrow aisle, may have a sharp tongue but he also has the sweetest lips, soft and liqueur like.

Bucky Barnes, you learn some days later, doesn’t want many people to know about you two, and sits three tables away during lunch.

“Are you embarrassed of me?”

Your mind is racing with dozens of hurtful possibilities, some more or less, and Bucky looks at you, eyes widen and surprised.

“Why would I be embarrassed of you?”

“I don’t know,” you take the tea cup in your hands, drink and stay silent for a while, observe the way he’s fidgeting with his fingers, “Why else would you avoid me whenever there’s someone else but Sam around?”

It takes some time before he walks closer, sits next to you by his bedframe and touches your hand, your skin freezing under his.

“I’m scared.”

“Of what?”

Your heart almost stops, because Bucky is never scared, and his answer feels strangely heavy and bitter from his lips when he says, “I just don’t want anyone to ruin this.”

He doesn’t smile, doesn’t even smirk like he usually does, just stares at you with narrow eyes and a quick breath.

“Bucky, I hate it to break it to you,” you say, a glint of amusement in your voice, “But I don’t think others care that much about us.”

You cup his face in your hands, guide him backwards, his back hitting the pillow and it’s the first time he has no choice but to comply.

“And even if they do,” you breath in, wet your lips and tease the corner of his mouth with your finger, “It’s not our problem.”

Bucky grabs the back of your neck, shifts even closer to you, his heart not missing a beat. And when you kiss him, he smiles. And somehow along that smile, Bucky becomes more of himself.

It goes like this;

People read it in his eyes. How his gaze never leaves you even while you’re writing a test and he needs to concentrate, how he looks mesmerized when you braid your hair while scanning the textbook in front of you. How he could find you even in the middle of the biggest crowd.

People see it in your reactions. How your fingers always wrap around his wrist, almost instinctively, before he leaves, and you kiss him one time on the lips, and then one more on the cheek. How your voice changes as soon as he enters the room. How you’d know he’s here even without looking.

You really have to try to be oblivious to love.

(text messages between classes)

(10:26 AM) bucky: hey does taylor swift have to be playing in the background when we have sex

(10:27 AM) you: it’s not even noon bucky what the hell

(10:27 AM) bucky: i went through your spotify and APPARENTLY you have a “🍆🍆🍆” playlist

(10:27 AM) bucky: and it’s just taylor swift and hozier???

(10:27 AM) bucky: who the hell wants to have sex with a taylor swift song playing

(10:28 AM) you: I’m gonna kill you

(10:28 AM) bucky: nah <3

It’s surprisingly easy, dating Bucky Barnes, and by the end of the first month, you feel at home, at ease. He talks a lot, way more than you expected him to, he shares his favorites, the way he always underlines quotes he likes in the books he’s reading or how he never eats anything that has soy in it. He shows you everything about him, not just who he is, but who he’s ever been. And it’s beautiful.

And you observe how he breathes easier now, smiles more. He doesn’t keep his guard up, doesn’t flinch when nobody’s looking at him.

He thinks it’s weird.

He thinks it’s weird, because kissing has always been an act of foreplay to him and he never paid much attention, but now, with you, he could spend his whole life kissing you.

But when you start pulling at the buttons of his black expensive shirt, well, it’s not like he’s complaining. He presses his body against yours, his hands almost shaking, his fingers burying in your hair, slowly tugging.

“Bucky,” You breath in his neck, “I may be bad at this.”

“What?” He whispers as he leaves wet trails all the way to your chest.

“I haven’t done this before, so I may be bad at it.”

He stares right at your lips, notices your sweet cherry scent mixing with the sharp notes of his aftershave, touches the spot under your eyes and smiles.

“Guess we’ll have to do it over and over again then.” He’s half laughing, half kissing your shoulder and you can feel your cheeks flush and your entire being tighten.

And then his cold fingertips draw circles on your inner thighs and you close your eyes, and Bucky forgets how to breath.

“I probably sound like a fool but, I’m in love with you.”

You didn’t plan on saying it that early, but he’s here, warm and glistening and in your arms and you can’t go another minute without hearing the words out loud.

“And I probably sound competitive but, I’ve been in love with you since God knows when.”

(AH IT’S FINISHED BUT YAY THEY’RE IN LOVE)

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migilini · 4 years

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Roadtrip - Charlie Gillespie

a/n: just a daydream I had when I saw this GIF. It’s not proofread. I’m open to requests.

Words: 2k

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You and Charlie were on a road trip from LA to Oklahoma and last to Chigaco. Your boyfriend had to move there due to the fact that he got cast in a movie and you were fortunate enough to move with him, being able to work from home. It wasn't your idea to drive all those miles via car, but Charlie doesn't like flying so he avoided it at all cost and because you love him, you accompanied him for those dreadful hours.

It was way too early for your liking, of course Charlie knew that and put up with your grumpy, nontalkative mood, simply shoving a large cup of coffee into your hands. “Ma cœur, how much longer until you're more awake to talk to me?” Charlie asked after a while, as he glanced over to you on the passenger side, his free hand tracing little hearts on your thigh. You yawned and took a sip of the now lukewarm coffee. “About this much.” You measured the amount still in the cup, making him chuckle.

You and Charlie have been dating for nearly one and a half years now, however it feels like it's been much longer. From the start, the two of you were attached at the hip, instantly comfortable around each other. Everybody said that you two moved too fast because you moved in with each other after only three months of dating, but because of Covid you didn't want to risk being apart. Even though objectively speaking, you and Charlie were not the same, you were more daydreaming than actually paying attention and you didn't need the adrenaline in your life, you completed him in a magical way.

Right now you two were two hours in, the coffee was empty and you ass already sore from all the sitting. It was something you always despided about yourself, you could spend all day laying in bed, but you couldn't sit still, changing position every now and then. Tapping your foot to the beat of the song streaming from the radio. Charlie calmly hummed along to the song, his fingers also tapping along. You looked over at him and couldn't love him more.

“Are you excited to see Owen and Jer?” You asked him, breaking the silence. A breathtaking smile overtook his face “You know it! How about you?” You nodded, also excited to see the boys again. “Mhm. I missed them a lot.” The song on the radio changed and you huffed in annoyance, you hated that song. Sensing that, Charlie took out his phone and connected it to the car.

“Charlie! Don't drive and be on your phone!” You snapped it out of his hand, giving him a displeased look. Scrolling through Spotify you eventually choose a song to your liking. 18 by OneDirection blared through the speakers, while you put the volume higher you turned in your seat. “I have loved you since we were 18. Well technically 20 but that's a detail.” You whispered the last part. He scrunched his nose in amusement, a quirk you loved dearly.

The two of you screamed lyrics at the top of your lungs, the car driving on an empty highway. The rest of the world fading away, leaving the two of you in a cozy little bubble of your own. The day continued just like that, the two of you singing to songs and just enjoying the company. You loved seeing him drive, something about it was just so attractive to you, maybe it was the way his arms flexed when he moved the wheel, or the fact that you yourself were unable to drive. Even with your 21 years of life, you refused to sit behind the steering wheel and Charlie had tried several times, it always ended with you in tears.

“Do you want to stop somewhere to sleep? It's getting kinda late and you have been driving the whole day.” you questioned, looking at the horizon as the last beams of yellow and red vanished slowly. “Yes please. Can you search for a hotel around here?” Nodding, you took his phone and went onto google maps.

“There's one about two hours away in New Mexico. Reviews look good and the price isn't too high. Sadly no breakfast included, so we're gonna get you something on the road, not gonna let you starve, otherwise I will be stranded here.” He gave your thigh a playful slap and a squeeze “Yeah, yeah love you too, Char. I will look it up… Ah perfect! There's a Dunkin Donuts five miles from the hotel. Does that sound good babe?” He hummed in approval.

“Ah a man of words!” he took one of your hands and gave it a light kiss. “You know me. I always wanted to be a Mime.” he joked.

Before you knew it, the car came to a stop in the pitch black. Only a little yellow neon sign lighting up the hotel parking spot.

“This looks like this one Teen Wolf episode…” you murmured, not feeling the best about this place. “You’re just saying that because you're scared of the dark ma cœur. I'm here to protect you. No Monsters are harming you tonight.” he teased, getting out of the car. In typical Charlie fashion, he walked around the car and opened your door and held out a hand for you, immediately intertwining your fingers.

You smiled up at him, squeezing his hand. “Ha ha…”

The two of you were happy to finally walk off the stiffness of your legs, as you walked over to the reception.

“Hello. We would have a room please.”

The receptionist was in his late 30s, his greying hair falling messily in his eyes and a big smile sat on his thin lips. “No Problem. Is a king bed alright with the two of you?” he didn't want to assume anything. You and Charlie chuckled, nodding slightly “Preferred actually.”

Five minutes later, you waited in the room 345 while Charlie insisted on getting your bags. Stretching, you tried to get rid of the soreness in your back, your eyes nearly falling shut.

Charlie opened the doors, giving you a tired smile. “Let's get to bed. Tomorrow we rise early!” you groaned, making him chuckle. Standing up, you walked over to him, your arms wrapping around his familiar frame. He was stroking your head, giving it a kiss before walking into the bathroom to brush his teeth.

In the meanwhile you changed your clothes, changing from some jeans and one of his hoodies to sweatpants and an oversized shirt.

You gave him a hasty kiss as he came out of the bathroom, smelling the mint of the toothpaste still lingering on his lips. After you washed your face and brushed your teeth, you let yourself fall into the bed. His arms sneaking around your waist, pulling you closer into him.

“Thank you.” Turning around to face him, you traced his features with your fingertips “For what?”

“Coming on this drive with me. You could have easily convinced me to fly, you know.”

“I know mon amour.” you said, looking into his eyes, as you tried your best to keep yours open. You left several kisses on his bare shoulders until your lips met his. He smiled into the kiss and then nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck, pecking it several times before stopping.

“Good night. I love you.”

“Good night babe. Love you more.”

The next morning came way too fast and you didn't want to move out of his comfortable and safe arms into the cold car, but you had to. The sunrise hadn't even begun, the sky still a dark blue, when the two of you drove into the Dunkin drive through, to get you a coffee and a donut. You had to have something sweet in the mornings.

“Actually, I saw a little restaurant on the way here that should have takeaway, do you mind if we take a quick stop?” you shook your head, trying hard not to fall asleep again. An idea ignited in your head and you sat up straighter. “What if we go live while you drive? Maybe I'll be more awake or I'll have stuff to read.” you requested, looking at your boyfriend with a slight pout.

“Sure thing. I'll bet they'll love it.” Smiling, you grabbed his phone from his hand and went into Instagram.

“Hey Char and y/n here.” you introduced while trying to balance the phone on the dashboard “Its freaking early and I’m nearly falling asleep so I thought you guys could entertain me a bit. Mister Gillespie over here isn't as interesting as you guys.” he pouted into the camera, you leaned forward quickly and gave him a kiss on the cheek. The chat was already flooding with hey’s and questions about your relationship and where you were going.

“Is it true that you sometimes talk french to Charlie?” you read from the chat, your eyes widening a little in surprise.

“Sometimes. I mean my french isn't the best but growing up in Europe, I picked up some stuff.”

“She’s just being humble, she understands a lot and her accent is hella cute.” Charlie piped in, pulling into the drive through he mentioned earlier. “Je vois que tu comprends." He said to you, a slight smile playing on his lips. You got lost in his eyes for a second before responding. “Of course I understand babe!” he grabbed your hand and kissed it softly while chuckling.

“OMG that was just so cute!” you read out loud from the chat. Blushing slightly, you giggled, “He loves to do stuff like that when he’s driving. Always showing affection in one way or the other.”

“Uhm next question...What are you two doing so early? Someone asks.” with an raised eyebrow you look over to your boyfriend “I think you can answer this.” you turned the camera a bit so he was more in frame. “We're going to Chicoago, Chigacoooo.” he quoted the iconic Victorious scene, his eyes scanning the road before him.

He got himself a cheese thing of some sort, you couldn't quite make out what it was and parked on the side of the road, getting his food ready in front of him.

He bit into his cheese thing while you sipped on your coffee conversing with the chat. Just earlier you had begged for music suggestions, telling them to send their best road trip songs. Charlie looked really good right now, his hair was pulled together in a bun and he was wearing a blue shirt. You on the other hand had your hair in a top bun and the same hoodie from yesterday, a wool blanket draped over your shoulders. You just wanted to ask if you could have a bite, when he got cheese all over his chin.

He laughed as he looked over to you. Before you knew what you were doing, you leaned forward in your seat. Your face mere inches away from his, you could feel his breath on your face. You stuck out your tongue and licked the cheese away, your eyes never leaving his.

Without giving it a second thought, you settled back into a comfortable position and took a sip from your coffee with a prominent smirk on your face. Leaving a dumbfounded Charlie and a screaming chat.

Not even an hour later the clip of you licking his chin, in maybe a bit of a too sexual way, went viral in the community.

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stilldani24 · 4 years

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Keep My Pretty Name Outta Your Mouth

corpse x reader oneshot

words: 816

request: “hey my request is a lil long so im gonna send it here lol. would you mind writing smth i thought abt while i was showering lolll. what if the reader was singing in the shower and corpse had no idea she could sing and when she comes out he likes is so in awe of it and he asks her to sing for him” from @i-wish-everything-would-be-okay

Showers were cathartic for you. The hot, comforting water along with the alone time and soft music playing from your bluetooth speaker. You had your Spotify playlists, sure, but sometimes you just left it up to the popular tracks of the week and let the peace and quiet begin.

Your boyfriend, who preferred to go by his screenname, Corpse, hadn’t slept in a few days so you wanted to give him his space as well. He didn’t usually get irritable, since he was used to the lack of sleep, but today you both needed the alone time.

You turned on the shower, starting in the warm range so as to not immediately burn your flesh off. Testing the water with one hand and turning on the week’s popular playlist with the other, you finally stripped down and hopped in as Billie Eilish’s Therefore I Am came up first. The song was making its rounds on TikTok, so of course it would be the most popular of the week. Soaping up your hands with your shampoo, you began lathering your scalp and humming along with the tune. As much as it was overplayed and mainstream, you couldn’t help but enjoy the song. Billie Eilish is an icon and no amount of overplaying would change that. Before long, you were singing along to her smooth alto voice with her own. You even found yourself adding harmonies to accompany her.

You had been a choir kid in high school and it came easily to you, despite how long you’ve been out of high school.

As you cleaned and sang along with the following songs, even dancing a little as to not slip on the wet bathtub bottom, you thought you heard the doorknob to the bathroom click as it turned. Peeking out of the curtain, you didn’t see anyone in the bathroom with you. But the door was suspiciously opened a crack, the cooler air from the hallway making the steamy interior of the bathroom even more steamy. You shrugged, thinking maybe a draft opened it up, and continued your singing and showering. After thirty minutes in the extremely hot shower, having increased the temperature every five minutes or so, you hopped out and grabbed your freshly washed, fluffy towel and wrapped it around yourself before turning off the running water. The music was still blaring as the door opened even more now to reveal your boyfriend standing there, making you turn to look at him.

“Is the music too loud? I’m sorry,” you apologized immediately as you grabbed your phone and immediately turned it down. Corpse had sensory issues with a few things, like sound or smells, so you assumed the music was too loud and he might be coming to tell you to turn it off.

“No, it’s fine,” he replied quickly, opening the door the rest of the way to let in more cool air. You shivered a little bit, the cold chilling you since you had just come out of a boiling shower. “Well, maybe a little. I could barely hear your voice.”

That comment made you laugh a bit as you grabbed your after-shower hair care products. “Well, then it was a perfect volume. I couldn’t let you hear my screeching.”

Corpse raised an eyebrow. “Are you dumb? Your singing voice is absolutely gorgeous, what the fuck? Where have you been hiding that thing?”

He walked into the bathroom a bit more, grabbing your hand and planting a kiss on your palm. As if you weren’t already red from the lava-like water, his comment and kiss made you blush. This man, who had women from the internet literally ready to jump in front of a train for him to get a chance to kiss him, just so happened to be yours. And that’s why you thought he was just saying that to be nice. But he was an actual musician with actual songs, and a potential artist with a record label if the contract came through.

“Are you sure?” you asked quizzically. “Are you saying that just to be nice or what? Because I was a choir kid, okay, and high school choir teachers are fucking ruthless. I’ve been yelled at for having a shit voice more than once, so if you’re just being nice-”

“Will you shut the fuck up and accept the fact that you’re a talented singer?” Corpse laughed now, kissing your forehead as he headed towards the door. “I have a business call to get to, and you better believe I’ll be mentioning how I want you featured in one of my songs.”

Your eyes went wide, but before you could reply, Corpse reached forward and slapped your ass before bolting from the room, that deep, devilish chuckle following him.

“Hey!” you gasped, running to the doorway and leaning out while clutching your towel. “I’ll get you for that later!”

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adrinalameda · 3 years

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to: @gaelblanco where/when: adrina’s apartment, 9p

Don’t do it - she thought, standing with hands clutching the edges of the counter in her small Brooklyn apartment (small didn’t even begin to cut it, but she’d rather spend her money on high quality ingredients, tools and her restaurant). Nat King Cole’s If I Had You played from her laptop and her cheeks were damp after having cried on the bus after the meeting. Her hair looked like freakin’ Cindy Lou’s in a bun that couldn’t sit still for long enough - which caused even more frustration. She’d just finished a bowl of passion fruit ice cream (her favorite) and the only thing she could think of was the comfort Gael’s presence afforded her - but after what happened between them, she knew full well that texting him was the worst idea imaginable.

It happened two weeks ago and still she could feel the way his hand took hers and she could still hear his voice, soft, singing quietly in her ear. It was like a scene out of some Parisian romance film and as much as she hated the way it made her feel - she loved it all the same. Adrina had done well in avoiding him - somewhat - the meeting on Thursday went quick, so quick she could hardly remember what words they exchanged - all she knew was that he would begin work on six forty-by-forty pieces inspired by South America and particularly Colombia. And after that, there were definitely times where she’d think of him but she had enough willpower (or fear) to only send a friendly text here and there or a funny meme or something stupid in general to make sure he knew she still wanted to keep in touch - she still, at least, wanted to be friends, even at a distance.

She just couldn’t shake the feeling that she’d done something wrong - or perhaps said something wrong; maybe she shouldn’t have leaned in so close? Cringing at the thought, her eyes drew away from her phone and again she felt her throat tighten and her eyes sting. The woman had copious amounts of tears, it was ridiculously frustrating. And not only that, but after the meeting with Jake earlier that afternoon - she met with a friend and she and this friend went out for drinks, and though she’d only had two glasses of wine, this was the first time her inhibitions were even slightly lowered and it was the first time in two weeks that her divorce made her sad - absolutely, dreadfully sad, because as much as Jake claimed he wanted to try again, she had spotted him at Barcelona Bar the night before, talking up some girl. God, the blatant disrespect.

An hour went by...and then two, and all the while, Adrina cleaned and cleaned some more and then she whipped up a vegan, orange and vanilla creme brulee and as if life were laughing at her, Nat’s When I Fall in Love came on. “Nope...no, no,” she held the tray of brulees in one hand and with the other, expertly leaned sideways to click next on Spotify. And then another hour went by as she waited for the brulees to cool and she sat on her lemon yellow couch, drinking a makeshift piña colada (it was a ready-made mix with Don Q rum she kept under her sink, don’t sue her), reading E.E. Cumming’s poetry with her stupid gold-rimmed glasses that now reminded her of Gael, of course. And then she read i carry your heart - had she planned on it? No, of course not, but her eyes seemed to have a mind of their own: i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) i am never without it (anywhere i go you go…)

“Okay, you know what,” she shut the book and threw it beside her, watching it bounce once onto its cover. Taking her phone from atop the coffee table, Adrina began texting Georgia, a friend from high school - the very friend she’d gone out with earlier that afternoon: hey, me again, lol are you tired of me yet? I made these orange and vanilla creme brulees and having myself a piña colada and not gonna lie, I’m feeling like complete shit over here. I keep thinking of the meeting with Jake and remembering how I saw him with that blonde at Barcelona and I’m drowning...a little. Can you please come over? If you don’t like creme brulee, I can make you whatever you want! I don’t have eggs though...so, sorry. Anyway, please??

It wasn’t that desperate, right? Nah, she thought, pressing send. And it took Adrina her getting up to make another piña colada, checking her creme brulees and lighting a stick of palo santo (for good juju, something her grandmother, a self-proclaimed bruja taught her) before it finally dawned on her who the text had actually been sent to. “Oh no….” she muttered, dropping the barely lit palo santo. “Oh no...no, no, no,” she leapt onto the couch, taking hold of her phone in a hazy panic before seeing it had sent to Gael instead. Her eyes widened as she stared at the screen - stared at the black letters of his name: Gael. And without a second thought, she began typing: Omg I’m sorry...that wasn’t meant for you, actually! I was supposed to send that to someone else. Please, please ignore that. Pretend I never sent it… and as she was about to keep typing, she noticed the ‘read’ under her text message.

#alcohol tw #anxiety tw #gael03 #c: gael #PLS IGNORE THE LENGTH #super long post so i just put the rest under a readmore

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waitimcomingtoo · 4 years

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Shake It

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: “I’m not gonna tell you you’re okay.” You said quietly as you dried his tears. “You’re not okay. From the looks of it, not even a little bit. But I will tell you that that is okay. You don’t have to be okay all the time. No human being is.”

Listen to Shake It by Metro Station

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“Did you get the notes for Mr. Coleman’s class? I can never focus in that class since he- Oh. Peter burrito.” Your sentence changes coarse when you walked into Peters room to see him wrapped in his blankets like a burrito.

“Life is pain.” He said glumly, not breaking out of his dead stare at the wall. Knowing he wasn’t going to be the one to move, you bent down and got into his eye line with a smile.

“Aw. Does my little nihilist want to talk about it?” You asked sweetly as you pushed some sweaty hair from his forehead.

“No. He just wants to sit here and be sad for awhile.” Peter yawned a little, hugging his blankets tighter to his body.

“That’s okay.” You gave him a soft smile and nodded. “You can be sad.”

You stood up and opened his blankets a little, climbing under them with him and pulling them over your heads.

“What are you doing?” Peter furrowed his eyebrows as you situated yourself in the blanket cave.

“I’m being sad with you.” You explained. “Now the burrito is extra stuffed.”

“You came in here all happy. Don’t let me ruin your mood. You don’t have to stay for this part.” Peter told you with sad eyes as he rested his face on his arms. You mirrored his position, folding your arms as a pillow beneath your head as you laid on your side. You reached out and put your hand over his, rubbing soft circles on it and you smiled.

“If I didn’t stay for this part, I couldn’t call myself someone who loves you.” You spoke in a hushed tone, not wanting to disturb the peace of the fort. The corner of Peters mouth turned down as he almost smiled, but the gratitude in his eyes told you exactly how he was feeling.

“I’m not ready to talk about it.” He croaked, voice hoarse from not using it for a while.

“Then we don’t have to talk.” You shrugged. “But I’ll still be here when you’re ready.”

Peter paused for a moment as if it was the first time he was shown patience. His eyes transitioned from sadness to fondness as he peered into yours. Peter shut them suddenly, wiggling closer to you and resting his forehead against yours.

“Thank you.” He whispered, nuzzling his face against yours to get comfortable.

“You don’t have to thank me, Petey.” You chuckled. “That’s what I’m here for.”

Peter frowned as his eyes fluttered opened, a deep sigh leaving his lips.

“I’m tired.” He mumbled, eyes down.

“I know.” You nodded in understanding. “Do you want to sleep?”

“It’s not the kind of tired sleeping can fix.” Peter said slowly, his lip curling up as his eyes brimmed with tears. You immediately snaked your arm under his head and pulled him to your chest, resting your chin on his head as he cried into your chest. Gentle fingers combed through his hair as he let out his grievances. You stayed like that for an unknown amount of time, neither of you focused on the minutes going by. Peter pulled away after a minute, a sheepish look on his face as he calmed down. You pulled your sleeve over your hand and wiped his face, keeping your own face neutral so he wouldn’t be embarrassed for showing emotions.

“I’m not gonna tell you you’re okay.” You said quietly as you dried his tears. “You’re not okay. From the looks of it, not even a little bit. But I will tell you that that is okay. You don’t have to be okay all the time. No human being is.”

Peter looked at you and blinked, glassy eyes full of appreciation for your words.

“I got your shirt wet.” He croaked, not knowing what else to say.

“Yeah.” You looked down at your shirt and chuckled. “I bet I know how I can dry it.”

“How?”

“You know what I do when I’m sad?” You asked him with a coy smile.

“Let your best friend sulk and wallow in self pity?” Peter asked in sarcastic hope.

“Nope. You shook your head and climbed out of the blanket cave. “I dance.”

“I haven’t seen you dance a day in your life.” Peter reminded you as he sat up, still wrapped in his comforter.

“Maybe that just means I’m not sad around you.” You shrugged and tugged at his hand. “Come on, get up.”

“I really don’t want to dance. Just let me be a Peter burrito in peace.” He whined as he flopped back on the bed.

“Come on.” You groaned as you pulled his arm. “It’ll make you feel better.”

“Dancing is not going to make me feel better. If anything, it’ll make you feel worse.” He joked, signaling to you that he was feeling a little better.

“I’m willing to take that risk.” You insisted as you went over to his dresser, hooking your phone up to his speaker.

“I don’t wanna.” He pouted, wrapping his blanket around his shoulders instead of his head, a step in the right direction.

“You will once you hear the song.” You smiled at him over your shoulder as you opened Spotify. Peter watched you curiously as a song came through the speakers. He didn’t recognize it at first, but soon realized you had put on Shake It but the Metro Station.

“Let’s drop!” You shouted in accordance to the song. You began to bop your head and feet to the rhythm of the song. A smile tugged at Peters lips as he watched you, but he quickly removed it when you turned your attention back to him.

“This song?” He asked he asked with a raised eyebrow.

“I’ll take you home if you don’t leave me at the front door.” You ignored his question as you sang along, moving your arms like you were swimming.

“How old is this?” Peter tried to distract himself from how adorable you looked dancing around his room by asking questions he didn’t particularly care about the answer to.

“2007 baby!” You grinned as you jumped around in a circle. He looked down at his lap as he smiled, shaking his head as his blanket slid off his shoulders.

“You’re ridiculous.” He commented, watching you bounce around his room like no one was watching.

“And I was thinking of ways that I could get inside.” You sang along and tugged at his hand to make him stand. “Come on, Peter. Don’t you want to get inside?”

“Ew.” He laughed. “No more.”

“What’s that? Louder?” You asked innocently as you turned the music up.

“Shake Shake Shake Shake a shake it.” The music pounded through his speaker, loud enough that he felt in in his chest.

“Stop it.” He groaned, though he didn’t really want you to stop. His mood had significantly improved just from watching you dance like an idiot.

“Get up! Get your blood moving.” You exclaimed as you shimmied in his direction.

“My blood is tired.” Peter quipped, sounding like his old self again.

“If you don’t want to talk then you have to dance.” You shrugged while jumping in a circle. “I don’t make the rules.”

“Who does? Because I’d like to have a word with them.” Peter said, eyes following your every move with awe. You smiled at him and grabbed his hand as the chorus approached.

“Tonight you’re falling in love.” You sang along as you pulled him off the bed.

“Let me go now.” Peter mumbled the words to the song as he stood up, telling himself it was only because they matched his current mood.

“This feelings tearing me up. Here we go now.” You continued singing, a huge grin on your face now that you had gotten Peter out of bed.

“Now if she does it like this will you do it like that?” You did the swimming motion again, directed at Peter this time. You looked at him expectingly until he half heartedly repeated the motion.

“Now if she touches like this will you touch her right back?” You shimmed towards him and he weakly shimmed back.

“Now if she moves like this will you move it like that? Come on, Peter.” You bounced up and down as you pointed at him.

“Shake Shake Shake Shake a shake it.” He rolled his eyes as he sang along, making you squeal with joy.

“There you go. Dance with me!” You cheered, taking his hands and twirling yourself under his arm. He cracked a smile that you didn’t catch as you held his hands, jumping up and down in place.

“You’re not even dancing.” Peter reminded you. “You’re just jumping.”

“Jump with me, then.” You shrugged easily, jumping in a circle around him and shaking your arms.

“Aren’t we specifically instructed not to jump if our friends did too?” Peter sassed as he began to do a weak two step dance in place. You noticed his effort at dancing and beamed, shaking your head around to the music.

“Not tonight baby boy.” You insisted as you smacked him on the butt.

“Did you just slap my butt?” Peter laughed out loud as he put his hand where yours just was, looking at you for an answer.

“It made you smile, didn’t it?” You shrugged, making a poor attempt at a pirouette.

“That’s harassment.” Peter couldn’t contain his smile as he watched you dance.

“I don’t see you dancing.” You said in a sing sing voice as you grabbed his hand, pulling him closer to you to encourage him. Peter rolled his eyes and caved, matching your energy and jumping up and down to appease you.

“I saw you dancing and I couldn't get you off my mind.” He shouted the lyrics as he jumped, laughing as a child like smile lit up your face.

“I could tell that you could tell that I was taking my time!” You shouted the next lyrics to him.

“But I was thinking of ways to get you to stay tonight.” Peter sang along, shutting his eyes and letting the music go through him.

“Body's shaking. Turn me on so I can turn off the lights.” You sang, stumbled backwards and shutting off his light with your back. You had tried to grab onto Peters shirt to stabilize yourself, but he ended up falling backwards with you. He propped his hand up on the wall to stop himself from squishing you, landing in a face to face position with you as you both panted. The song played in the background, but neither of you were singing now. The only lights in the the room poured in from the city lights outside the window, illuminating the sweat on your face and making you glow. You were staring up at Peter, still clutching his shirt as you breathed heavily. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears and he looked down at you, wondering if the flush on your face was from dancing or from your close proximity. Peter gulped as your slowly unclenched your first and let his shirt go, never breaking eye contact with him.

“Mr. Stark took my suit away.” He blurted, squeezing his eyes shut as he ruined the moment entirely. You slid up the wall a little, smoothing your shirt to collect yourself as the moment passed.

“Okay.” You nodded calmly. “And that’s why you’re upset?”

“I don’t think he believes I can do this.” Peter admitted, the sadness returning to his eyes.

“I bet it’s the opposite.” You told him confidently. “I bet he knows you can do this, and that’s why he puts extra pressure on you. He sees your potential.”

“You think I have potential?” He asked quietly, letting his hand slide down the wall next to you as he stood up straighter.

“Peter, you’re gonna be the greatest hero this world has ever seen.” You cracked a smile. “You’re gonna leave this place better than when you came. You have the potential to be extraordinary.”

“How do you know?”

“Because a spider gave you the ability to climb walls and stop trains, but you always had the ability to care about the people around you. Nobody gave you that. You always had that in you.” You stated as you tapped his chest, laying your hand over his heartbeat. Before you could pull your hand away, Peter caught it and rested his hand over yours, his heartbeat being felt by the both of you.

“You really think that?” He asked, taking a step closer to you as his eyes searched your face.

“I always have. You’ve always been a hero because…because you’re my hero Peter.” You smiled timidly as your breathing slowed and syncopated with his heartbeat.

“I wasn’t anyones hero today. Hero’s don’t turn themself into burritos when they’re upset.” He let your hand drop, his insecurities flooding back into him as he turned away from you and walked towards his bed.

“Says who?” You asked as you approached him. “Even when you wrap yourself in blankets to hide from the world, you’re still a hero. Nothing changes that.”

Peter stayed quiet as you rested your hand on his shoulder, silently being there for him now as you were before. He let out a sigh, looking down at the blankets he recently inhabited. Part of him wanted to climb back into bed and forget the world, but it was nothing compared to the half that wanted to be strong and be your hero.

“Y/n?” He asked as he stared at his comforter.

“Yes?” You answered kindly.

“Thank you for being someone who loves me.” He said quietly, fully turning around to face you.

“The pleasure is all mine.” You told him, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him into a hug. Standing in comfortable silence now, your clasped hands rested at the bottom of Peter spine while your head rested over his heart. His fingers mindlessly twisted and wrapped around the ends of your hair, letting the softness ground him.

“I’m tired.” He mumbled, squishing his cheek against the top of your head.

“I know, Petey.” You said gently. “I’m tired too.”

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Ask Answers: December 11th, 2020

How old are terri, miranda, lee, shiloh and jeremy? Are they all the same age as the mc?

Step 1: MC is 8 and Shiloh is 7

Step 2: MC and Lee are 13 and Jeremy is 12

Step 3: MC, Lee, and Terri are 18, Miranda is 19 (though she just barely turned that age)

How many different personalities are there for Jamie? Does picking one color of dialogue option mark down the personality or is it the choices and actions themselves?

There’s not really any set amount of personalities. You can mix and match traits in different ways and different levels, it’s really up to you. The colored options just give an idea of the tone of what you’re doing (whether it’s serious or more lighthearted or more emotional, that sort of thing).

Hey! Sorry to bother, but I was just curious. Why does MC and Cove react the way they do in the errands moment? It just sorta seems like they overreacted to being left alone in the farmers market.

I’m a little confused on what you mean. You can choose not to care or to have a good time, your MC doesn’t have to be upset. There are more choices that lead to upset feelings, but that’s because there’s really only one way to say you’re really okay and multiple ways to feel upset (sad, angry, scared, etc). And if someone is upset, there’s nothing wrong with that. Feeling fine is okay too.

As for Cove, he’s just like that. Cove is a sensitive guy and he is especially bothered by parents pulling stunts without talking to their kid ahead of time. If you wanna annoy Cove, that exact thing they did is one of the fastest ways to do it, ahah. And he’s not gonna let it slide just because it was the MC’s parents doing it to them rather than one of his own parents doing it to him.

so if I were to become a one time patreon pledger, would I still have access to the things from that tier after the month is over (such as 18+ pics or access to a demo/beta)?

If you join Patreon for one month you’ll get everything released that month and have access to all our past posts, and you can save the stuff to your own computer to keep it forever. But you won’t get access to things that come out after your subscription has ended. So if you want to join for a specific piece of content, just make sure you wait until that content has already come out and then subscribe.

Why did Noelani and Pamela decide to adopt within the USA when they had previously adopted abroad?

Because we wanted to highlight more than one type of adoption. Both are valid.

At what age was MC adopted in our life?

Only around a year old, but it’s flexible based on what the player wants for their story.

If Pamela is estranged from her family and Noelani doesn't really talk to her's, where did Lee come from?

Lee is a backer created character, she wasn’t originally part of the cast. Because our main supporter wanted her to be related to the MC’s family, we gave Pam one sibling she still talks to and that sibling has a daughter, Lee. The game was still in pretty early development way back then when we first mentioned the family situation. It’s just kind of inevitable that during the game making process some things ended up changing, aha.

In the relationship DLC’s for Derek and Baxter will there be options for polyamory to include Cove?

I’m afraid not. The way Our Life: Beginnings & Always works doesn’t support developing a poly relationship well, it’d very quickly build up too many alterations to manage. But we do hope to feature polyamory options in future games.

Will it be possible to confess to Cove (or vice versa) in Step 4, if it hasn't been done already?

Yeah!

are you going to put the credits song on youtube or spotify? i really like it and want to play it for my friends 🙏🥺 ty

I’m so glad you like it! We have rights to use the song in our game and for our game to be the only game it’s ever used in, but the rights to sell/upload the song belong to the actual creators of the music. We’re happy to let them decide where they’re comfortable posting the track.

Quick question, do you plan on continuing to use MC we can custom? I liked all your games but being able to customize Our Life's MC was awesome

I can’t say if every game we ever make from now on will have a super customizable MC, but we are planning other projects with that feature. Our Life: Beginnings & Always won’t be the only one. It’s nice to hear you appreciated the effort to add that.

Can I just express my disappointment that you only get a 'makeout session' in Step 3 if your MC is outgoing? My shy MCs miss out on grabbing the Cove booty... xP

Whether or not you can make out with Cove and how intense it can get depends on how long you’ve been a couple. If your shy MC takes longer to get with Cove, he’ll need more time before he’s ready to do that sort of stuff. And if your confident MC has been with him for years already, then he’s at a point where he can go that far with them. I’m afraid patience is required when it comes to romancing that boy, haha.

If we played in 1.0 and we updates to 1.1 do we have to start over? Or do save files transfer? I hit the "ignore" not sure if I should have for the game to work properly

1.0 save files should work with version 1.1. If you’re getting error reports can you send us more details about what the error is saying?

Bug report: At the end of the 'Mall' DLC moment in Step 2, there's a point where Cove says the MC's name, but it's said in his Step 1 voice instead of his Step 2 voice. I don't know if it happens with ALL names, but it happened with my most recent game using the name Devin.

As a follow-up to my earlier bug report about the voiced names (or at least Devin) in the Mall moment, I had the same issue in the Soiree moment as well (with the same name - again, it might just be that one).

Thank you for the report! Can you let me know when you downloaded the DLC files? I think that should be fixed in the most recent version of them.

Dear gb-patch, I'm one of the OL Kickstarter backers (and I had and still have a great time with your updates, it's great to see the project grow and you are great in communicating with your fans 💕).

I want to wait until all steps are complete until I play, I know I'll enjoy it even more if I can experience it all together. Because of that I didn't open the game myself but I just saw your post with the screenshot of the voiced names and noticed that the name that I submitted to you isn't on the list. The name is Mai (or May), will it be available later?

Thank you for supporting us! Mai is one of the names that we’re still working on. It accidentally had a tone missed.

And thank you for all of these asks <3

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в𝒶乃𝓎, чᵒ𝓤'𝔯𝕖 ⓐ 𝕙𝓐ùᶰ丅εᗪ 卄𝐨𝓊Ｓέ

Happy Salloween, everyone. I'm gonna share last Halloween with you guys, my Halloween with Sally 💖. I know it was yesterday, but Tumblr pulled a mean trick and eat the whole post as a treat. I hope you guys like it.

Tw: marijuana use, discriptions of gore, ghosts, su1c1d3 mentions, deaths, real ghost stories

"I'll be the only one who likes the things you do

I'll be the ghost inside your head when we are through

Sometimes you scare me, but I come around to you

I'll say hello

And I'll find a way to scare you too"

Baby, You're a Haunted House (Gerard Way)

The sun was coming up as we left the 24 hour diner we'd stopped at before making the final part of our trip. Twenty more miles until Alton, Illinois. We were exhausted and ready for bed, worn out from the long drive.

2020 was hard on everyone, and Sally and I were not exempt. We were starting to go a little stir crazy. The lockdown schedule of home, work, home, work, grocery store, home was getting to us, especially adventurous Sally. So he'd pulled a lot of strings where we both worked and got us a three day Halloween weekend.

For that weekend, Sally had planned a "romantic weekend getaway in America's Most Haunted City, Alton, Illinois", his words exactly. So we'd packed a few days worth of clothes, some of Sally's ghost hunting gear, and a few other things and hit the road after taking Punky and Olivia to stay with our friend, Crow, Thursday night after work.

I'd been on several ghost hunts with Sally, all local places in the state, or places reportedly haunted but with no proof, abandoned houses, hospitals, and factories. He always, without fail, managed to scare me, and I'm not one to scare easily, always looking for hard evidence. Proof was easy for Sally to supply when it came to the paranormal. He'd brought his collection of ghost hunting gear from his reality and added to it, buying new tech online and working on things with Todd over the phone. In fact, they'd just finished something just Wednesday night.

Sally got in the driver's seat, I was feeling pretty groggy, having taken on the brunt of the driving, switching with Sally for only one hour while I napped. The pancakes, bacon, and eggs with hot chocolate Sally had ordered for us had not helped wake me up. A food coma was coming for both of us when we got to the hotel, especially since we were going to smoke once we got closer. Sally already had the joint sticking out from behind his ear under his backwards cap.

Sally had spent a large amount of money booking an all access weekend stay at Mysterious Mineral Springs Hotel. It was easily one of the most haunted locations in Alton, home to numerous mysterious deaths and suicides, both adults and children. We were both intrigued, but Sally was practically bursting at the seams, despite his tiredness. I'd made him promise that we would sleep until at least two before we got started exploring, both of us needing the rest.

Sally's hand found my thigh, giving it a squeeze before returning to the wheel. He was a very careful driver, my Sally, anxiety high because the fact that he had one eye meant he couldn't perceive depth very well. I put my hand on his thigh instead, blinking sleepily ahead through the front windshield.

"Are you excited?" Sally asked, trying to keep both of us awake. Music wouldn't do it anymore. Sally had filled our lives with music, something always playing from indie rock in the morning to lofi while we slept, and all the metal and 90's rock you could take in between. Even now, a metal remake of Radar Love was finishing up on one of Sal's infinite Spotify playlists.

"You know I am, Salamander" I yawned, "Just gotta catch some sleep first, and then we can see" I yawned again, wider this time, "all the ghost Alton can throw at us."

Sally laughed, quickly handing me the joint and lighter as he took the exit ramp for Alton, "Fair enough, peaches. We'll check in and get some rest."

He followed the GPS as we smoked with the windows down and it saw us to the grand, old hotel in a few minutes. We finished smoking after parking around the side, facing the hotels limestone wall, embedded into a hill. We walked around to the entrance, looking up at the indeed mysterious hotel. As before mentioned, the multiple story hotel was built into a hill, its limestone walls off white with age. Recent restoration however had made it so the front of the hotel was faced in red brick with white wooden balconies. Technically the hotel was now a tourist location, museum, and mall. But for a certain price, you could spend the weekend there, with access to almost every area, the abandoned parts cordoned off. It was gorgeous, but I was exhausted, Sally took, and we promised to appreciate the hotels beauty later, after some sleep. We walked straight to the check in counter and Sally got our key. Then we headed up to the third floor to our room: The Jasmine Room.

Upon seeing the bed, we both abandoned our bags on the marble floor, and after making sure the door was locked, with an old fashioned key, we crawled under the blankets, still fully clothed and slept.

When I woke up, Sally was coming in the door, carrying a bag. I sat up and stretched, smiling at Sally as he sat the bag on the dresser across from the bed and started unpacking it. I got out of bed and passed across the decorative rug to join him and see what he'd brought as he took off his prosthetic.

"They have a complimentary snack room! So I brought some munchies up" Sally said, pulling out chips, cookies, candy, crackers, jerky, fruit, cupcakes, basically any prepackaged snack you can think of. "And I got you a chocolate milk now, and some water, juice and soda for later." He leaned in and gave me a quick kiss, "Good afternoon" and then he set about dividing the drinks between the mini fridge and his gear bag after handing me the milk.

Now that I was rested, I could appreciate the beautiful, old fashioned hotel room. It only had minimal modern technology, a phone, mini fridge, no television. Light blue Oriental rugs that matched the paint on the walls covered white marble floors. Light wood dressers with a white painted wrought iron full size bed. Decorative glass lamps that filled the room with soft yellow light, the window covered by blue damask drapes. I noticed a placard on the wall next to the door and I walked over to it. Sally joined me as I read it aloud:

"'The Jasmine Room's most notable guest, The Jasmine Lady, stayed here in the 1920's. She came to The Mineral Springs Hotel to meet her lover and the affair was discovered by her husband. She was either pushed, or fell down the stairs outside this room where she tumbled to her death at the bottom. People claim to smell her jasmine perfume in the halls, earning her name.' Spooky." I looked at Sally, "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

Sally grinned and pulled his GearBoy out of his hoodie pocket, "I've already been poking around. There's a man named Clarence Blair in one of the pools. Poor guy drowned at swimming lessons."

"Let me shower and get dressed first!" I said excitedly, going to my bag and pulling out some clothes and our toiletry bag, glad I'd packed all black everything so I didn't have to worry about matching. "I feel and smell like car trip."

I showered and dressed in record time and joined Sally in the room proper. He'd already put his prosthetic back on and was waiting. He pushed the button on the GearBoy.

At first, nothing happened, and Sally sighed in disappointment.

"It's okay" I said encouragingly, "we'll try again later. Or she could be on the stairs."

The scent of jasmine flooded the room, coating our tongues and throats, I almost gagged from it. The lights flickered a few times and a scream sounded. A pillar of bones rose from the floor, rearranging into a skeleton in fast forward. I watched as internal organs filled the ribcage and pelvis, quickly followed by a layer of bloody tissue that welled up from the floor like the bones. Black veins covered the gore, followed by pale skin, the body slightly transparent. A green flapper style dress complete with beads and sequins covered the body and long black wavy hair sprouted from the head. Large, cloudy blue eyes opened to look at us from a head that was caved in on one side.

"My heavens! What an eerie Halloween mask" The Jasmine Lady, because there was no doubt who this was due to the jasmine scent still coating my tongue, said with wide eyes.

"It's a prosethtic" I said to her.

The Jasmine Lady had the grace to look embarrassed, "Oh, dear, I'm so sorry, sir."

"It's okay" Sally chuckled, "It is Halloween. And really, I get that all the time. Don't worry about it." He put his arm around me, "I'm Sally, and this is Grace."

The Jasmine Lady extended her hand to shake ours and her hand passed through mine first, leaving it feeling wet and cold. I fought not to recoil as she pulled her hand back, "I'm terribly sorry. You have to understand that this is... Very odd for me. Normally the living can't see us like this. My name is Adrianne. Adrianne Ditmore."

"Nice to meet you, Adrianne. I love your dress, it's beautiful."

Adrianne smiled and smoothed down her emerald green dress, eternally beautiful for a lover she'd never get to hold again, "Thank you. It was Thomas' favorite color." Her smile fell a little making her look forlorn.

"What happened, Adrianne?"

Adrianne frowned, "Charles found out I was meeting Thomas here. He... He stormed in here. He was crazy, increased! We quarreled and ended up at the head of the stairs. I stepped off backwards and almost fell down them, but Charles caught me by the wrist." The ghost looked absolutely sorrowful now, "But he just told me goodbye and then let me go. He even gave me a little push when I started to get my balance back." Adrianne sniffled. "Bastard."

I picked up Ash's old Polaroid camera from Sal's gear bag, "I'm so sorry Adrianne. I wish we could make it right."

"It's alright, doll" Adrianne said, "He's surely dead now too. There's nothing more to do." She gestured at the camera, "Would you like to take my picture? I'll stand still for this one, since we're aquainted."

"If you don't mind" I said, "I understand it's not exactly comfortable for you guys."

Adrianne smiled like she thought I was being silly, "I'm pretty used to it now. I'm kind of a celebrity around here."

"True... Thank you, Adrianne."

"It's been nice talking to you. Maybe you could make some time for us later this weekend?"

"I'm sure I can find the time" Adrianne said as she straightened her posture and posed so her head wound showed in all its gory glory. She smiled a secret smile as if she knew all the answers to the universe. And maybe she did. I snapped the picture and Adrianne dissipated, the process of her manifestation reversing as she sank into the floor. I laid the picture on the desk to develop.

Our day continued like that, Sally and I exploring the hotel and using the GearBoy in trigger spots. Sally took me to the pool and introduced me to Clarence Blair. He had dove into seven feet of water and hit his head on the bottom and drowned. We found a little girl named Cassie Mason in the second pool area. She had been running poolside and slipped. The second pool was bragged to be the biggest in the state in 1914. Another little girl, Thomasina, was in the lobby and she asked us to play a game called "Pop the Potato with the Pebble" which involved her declaring items on tables and desks in the lobby as "the potato" and then we would try knocking it over with marbles from a decorative water plant nearby. I put some of the marbles in my pocket, thinking I might be able to use them later.

Of course, we visited the shops and attractions one the ground and first floors, as well as the Torture Museum on the second floor, always romantic. We took a leisurely stroll through it, marveling at the barbarianism and cruelty of the human race. We'd heard a man shot himself in the bar during the Great Depression, but couldn't get him to manifest.

Because we lost track of time, we ordered a pizza and Sally ran downstairs to pick it up when it was delivered. We ate and then set back out into the hotel, anxious to see what we would find at night. Before I knew it, Sally found the abandoned area, the only place we weren't supposed to go, as the wing was in extreme disrepair.

My heart jumped in my chest, this could be my chance to get Sally back for all those jumpscares. I followed him as he passed under the thick velvet ropes that cordoned off the area. The hall was, indeed in disrepair, wallpaper falling and hanging in strips, the musty scent of mold in the air, and there was no power. We only had the glow of the GearBoy and the faint moonlight filtering in from windows in random rooms that had no door or were just open. We found a spirit in a room wearing a brown tattered dress who only whispered the name "Molly" before she melted into the ground, seeming afraid, which worried Sally.

We continued on to another room with Sally concentrating on the GearBoy's screen. I took his distraction as a chance to slip away and out of the room silently, on his blind side. I found a deep alcove diagonally from the doorway and backed into it, letting the shadows cover me.

"Hm" Sally said from inside the room, "Nothing in here. Do you want to keep going, Grace?"

When I didn't answer, I heard Sally turn around, "Grace?"

I quietly pulled a marble from my pocket and threw it into the room next to the one Sal was in.

"Grace, did you go into the next room?" I listened as Sally came out and went after the sound. I smiled as I tiptoed behind him, following his path exactly, glad the black clothes helped me become one with the shadows.

After I got into the room, I threw another marble into the left back corner and Sally followed it. I took the opportunity to get behind him, using his blind side so I wouldn't be seen. I tossed another marble towards the doorway.

"Grace? Seriously, I'm starting to worry." Sally said, anxiety betraying his words. He was scared, about to panic.

I snuck up behind him and grabbed his shoulders and Sally let out a loud, long yell as he spun around. In the green glow of the GearBoy I saw Sally looking down at me with a shaken expression. A moment passed and he started laughing, wiping away tears that were forming in his eyes. "Okay, you got me. Guess that's what I get for all those times I scared you, huh?"

I leaned up and kissed him, "Exactly, so just remember, you might be able to scare me, but I'll always get my revenge."

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The President Wears Prada (William Nylander | Chapter 19

A/N: IT’S VALENTINE’S DAY BITCHES!!!!!

February 14th, 2020

Aberdeen Bloom was packing her tote bag.

Thankfully, the team had Valentine’s Day off. Over the past few weeks she’d heard the guys talking about their plans with their wives or girlfriends. John and Aryne were getting John’s parents to watch Jace while they went for dinner in Yorkville. Morgan was bringing Bee to Alo for dinner, in his crutches and all – he wasn’t letting his injury stop him. Jason was going to buy his girls each a bouquet of flowers and have a special night in with them and Jennifer. It all sounded very sweet, and she was happy that, after missing New Year’s with their families, they were at least able to have Valentine’s Day together.

Evan was coming over tonight and Kasha was cooking him a romantic dinner, so Aberdeen had decided she was going to camp out at her local Starbucks with her laptop and notebooks and work on her writing. It was when she was almost finished packing her tote bag did a text come through on her phone.

can u be ready in 15 mins?

Between William and Brendan, she’d just about had it with hockey players telling her to get ready in an absurdly short amount of time.

Why?

did u really think we wouldn’t celebrate valentines minskatt?

She almost dropped her phone on the floor. She had no clue what he was thinking. Clearly he wasn’t.

I don’t know what the custom in Sweden is, but usually you tell a girl if you’re going out on Valentine’s Day so she can look pretty

what’s the fun in that when i can surprise u with something plus u always look pretty its impossible for u not to

What if I already made plans?

Less than ten seconds later, her phone began ringing. She snorted before she picked up. “Hi.”

“You don’t really have plans, do you?” he asked, worry in his voice.

She looked at her notebook sitting on her bed, the one she was supposed to have packed into her tote bag before leaving for Starbucks. Where she should be drinking coffee and writing. Exactly like the stereotype. “Evan’s coming over. I was supposed to go to Starbucks and write,” she informed him.

William knew how seriously Aberdeen took her writing ever since she’d read a lot of it to him during their days alone during the All-Star Break, so he was genuinely worried. “Do you think you can spare a few hours for a Valentine’s Day date? I’m like two minutes from your place,” he said. “But, uh, no pressure. I mean if you want to write, you can go write.”

Aberdeen smiled, though she couldn’t see him. His anxiety was a bit cute, she had to admit. This was the first time in her life, she thought, that she made a boy nervous. The last time she’d tried to use writing as an excuse not to go out, Zane got annoyed and pouty and forced her out to his friend’s birthday party where she had the worst time. “I’ll meet you downstairs,” she said quickly before hanging up.

By the time the elevator took her down to the lobby, she saw William’s Volvo already waiting for her in front of the lobby doors. She slipped into the passenger’s seat quickly, closing the door and immediately noticing how already hot and cozy it was in the car. She looked over to William. “Hi,” she smiled shyly.

“Hi minskatt,” he smiled too, a soft, confident smile on his face. “You look beautiful.”

“Stop trying to butter me up.”

He leaned over the centre console and placed a kiss on her lips. It was supposed to be chaste – supposed to be – but he should have known better, because once his lips were on hers it was endgame for him, and he kept kissing her and deepening the kiss for as long as she’d let him. When she pulled away, she was smiling. “Where are we going?” she asked.

“It’s a surprise.”

“Willy.”

He reached over and grabbed her hand, pulling it over to his lap. “You’ll see, minskatt.”

Aberdeen digressed. He put his car into drive and turned the corner to rejoin Adelaide Street. He grabbed his phone carefully from the cupholder and handed it to her. “Want to play some music?” he asked.

Aberdeen arched her brow. She took the phone from his hands and began scrolling through his Spotify. During the All-Star Break, she’d added more songs to his “Minskatt” playlist, and they’d listened it as they sat around the apartment, or cooked, or did whatever it was they did for those three days – which was basically just eat and have sex. She noticed a couple of songs had been added by him since then, too: ‘Ageless Beauty’ by Stars, ‘Cold Feet’ by Loud Luxury, ‘Honest’ by The Band CAMINO. They all suited her and her taste in music so well.

But she had ulterior motives.

William waited patiently for a song to begin as he drove through the streets. Every time he glanced over at Aberdeen, he saw her smirk getting bigger and bigger. “What are you up to over there?” he asked. “Are you destroying the playlist again?”

Aberdeen giggled and tapped the screen dramatically. She waited.

When the opening notes of ‘Passionfruit’ began to play, William’s jaw dropped dramatically as Aberdeen burst into a fit of laughter at his reaction. “What the hell is this?!” he demanded playfully. “You roast me about my choice and now you play it?!”

“I never said it was a bad song,” she said through giggles.

“You are something else,” he said, pausing dramatically between the two words as he reached over and tried to pinch her on her thigh playfully. She yelped but continued to laugh, grabbing his hand and holding it hers, like she was holding a baby bird. “No extra meatball for you.”

Her eyes lit up at the mention of a meatball. “Sugo meatballs?”

“No,” he shook his head, bringing his car to a stop at the red light. He looked over at her. “San Remo Bakery meatballs.”

She gasped dramatically. “Willy, we’re going to San Remo?”

“Mhm,” he nodded his head. The famous bakery in Etobicoke clearly had her heart, and he knew it would. It was the first thing he thought of when he was planning tonight. “You’re gonna get us whatever’s good and we’re gonna eat.”

Aberdeen wiggled excitedly in her seat. She controlled the playlist and songs as William made his way to Etobicoke the long way – aka, not taking the highway. He was perfectly content with taking King Street and The Queensway the entire way there while maintaining easy, fun, and interesting conversation with Aberdeen, who was suddenly full of stories of other Etobicoke establishments she’d haunt during her high school days. She told stories of she and her friends packing themselves into a car to drive to San Remo Bakery in grade 12, making it back just in time for their afternoon class but smelling like freshly baked bread in the process. She told stories of running through the streets of The Kingsway neighbourhood throughout university when she would go on jogs to clear her head. She told stories of hiking along the Humber Marshes with her dad and traditional afternoon tea at the Old Mill with her mom and taking the subway back home to Royal York station after nights out with her friends in university. She’d memorized the train schedule and knew that the last train going westbound left at 1:52am. For all that she went out, she’d only ended up taking a taxi back home three times.

After every story, William would kiss her hand.

When they were on Royal York Road, Aberdeen became silent as she looked at all the storefronts on the way to the bakery. The sun was just starting to set, and even though it was the dead of winter in Canada, the night was clear and crisp, the sky starting to light up a mixed shade of orange and pink. She looked over at William, his eyes illuminated by the setting sun. For all her thinking half the time that he was so perfect she didn’t think he was real, she was reminded of his status by the beanie he was wearing on top of his head, the Maple Leafs logo glaring back at her.

He pulled the car over to the curb right in front of the bakery. Aberdeen could see inside, and it was pretty busy – like it usually was. She looked at him again. “Do you get recognized a lot when you’re out and about in the city?” she asked.

William shrugged. “Enough.”

She looked between him and the busy bakery again, biting her lip. “Then how about I go in and bring the food back,” she said sheepishly. “That way it’s not…I mean we’re not seen toget—”

“I understand, Aberdeen. It’s okay,” he said, kissing her hand.

“I’m sorry we can’t, like, eat it inside or whatever,” she said sheepishly, knowing that it was because of her anxieties about being caught that they couldn’t be seen in public together. Sometimes she wondered if he had the same, although she doubted it. He was an extremely private person and didn’t let the media know about one iota of his life or who he really was as a person, but he was so carefree with her that she wondered if he let his guard down because his love for her blinded him or something.

“Hey…” he said, leaning over the centre console again so he could give her a soft kiss. “It’s fine. I’m just happy to be spending the night with you. Now go.”

Aberdeen came back with a feast. A giant slice of lasagna (for him), gnocchi in a rosé sauce (for her, her absolute favourite), and two sfoglio cannolis. When she got back in the car, bag filled to the brim, William was smiling. The smell of all the food instantly filled the car and he almost melted right then and there. “God, that smells fucking incredible,” he said. “Alright, next stop.”

“What’s the next stop?”

“You’ll see.”

Aberdeen rolled her eyes again. She didn’t have to wait long, though, because within minutes – seriously, the food was still steaming – they’d arrived at Prince of Wales Park, a small park on the edge of the lake with an amazing and underrated lookout towards the Toronto skyline. The park was empty, with it being the middle of winter, and so was the small parking lot. William parked right at the end, facing the skyline as the sun set over the city.

Aberdeen and William looked at each other at the same time once he put his car in park, turning off the engine but leaving the heating on. “You were planning to eat in the car anyway, weren’t you?” she asked.

“Maybe,” he smiled mischievously.

She took out the food. William audibly moaned as he took his first bite of lasagna. Aberdeen lay her back against the door as she forked some gnocchi into her mouth, sighing at the taste. Between mouthfuls of gnocchi and lasagna and feeding each other little bits to taste, William began to speak, unprompted, just like she had on the way to the bakery. He spoke about growing up with his big family in Sweden and the United States, going back and forth every year. He spoke about skating on rollerblades in his backyard and hitting the corner of a barbecue while his dad chased him and needing three stitches. He spoke about his mom cooking traditional Swedish dishes and his dad being the master of pickled herring. He spoke about hockey and being drafted and moving to Toronto at eighteen. He spoke about having to leave his friends in Sweden but being able to see them every summer. He spoke about how much she would love Sweden, how he wanted to bring her there, how he wanted to show her their family place in Stockholm but also their secluded country house.

After every subject change, she’d lean in and kiss him, and he’d taste like lasagna and she’d taste like gnocchi and it was all just perfect.

When they finished the food, and had washed everything down with some water and put the empty containers back in the bag that Aberdeen tied up and placed at her feet, she looked at William once more. Although everything was sweet, and perfect, and lovely, and everything she would have wanted out of a Valentine’s Day date, the fact of the matter was they’d just had dinner in a car. Alone. Because they couldn’t spend it in a restaurant together. Because they were together, but they couldn’t be together – out in the open, at least.

“Hey Willy?” her voice was sheepish, her mouth speaking before her brain could tell her not to.

“Minskatt?”

“You uh, you know how we’re keeping all this a secret? Like nobody on the team knows we slept together last June, and nobody in the world knows we’re sleeping together now, and the guys on the team think it’s all like…I don’t know, like you having a harmless crush on me or whatever?” she rambled.

“Yes…” William was unsure of where she was going with this.

“So, um…what are we, then?”

He stayed quiet for a moment. “What do you want to be?” he asked.

“Nuh-uh. I’m not making the executive decision here,” she shook her head. “Either we make a decision together or that’s it. We need to define what this is because right now we’re in this weird friends-with-benefits stage even though we’ve already said I love you—”

“I want you to be my girlfriend,” he blurted out, interrupting her. “I thought…I mean, I’ve wanted you to be my girlfriend since the elevator. I thought you knew that.”

She had a hunch, but she needed it confirmed by him out loud so she knew her mind wasn’t playing games with her. “So…so we’re going to do this, then?” she asked timidly.

“Do you want to do this?” he asked, making sure. “Because you already know my answer. I think you’ve known it this whole time, you just hesitate to accept it because your judgement is clouded by the fact that we have to sneak around to love one another and be together.”

For Aberdeen, the answer was easy. It was wrong, and it was immoral, and it was a blatant disregard of the rules she needed to follow professionally and the rules she should be following societally, but it was easy. “Yes. I want to do this. You’re my boyfriend.”

“Then you’re my girlfriend,” William smiled.

“We have a bit of a problem though.”

“Besides the fact that this is against every company policy known to mankind and completely inappropriate?” he asked. It made Aberdeen giggle. “What’s the other problem?”

“Valentine’s Day can’t be our anniversary. It’s too corny.”

William giggled. He grabbed her hand and kissed it before he held it in his lap, his thumb gliding over her backhand tenderly. “When’s our anniversary then, minskatt?”

Aberdeen thought for a few moments before she came to a conclusion. “January 9th.”

William knew the exact date she was talking about and knew why she would choose that date to be their anniversary. “Alright then. January 9th it is.”

Aberdeen smiled, leaning back into the door, satisfied. They had an anniversary. They were official. They were on the same page, regardless of whether or not they liked that page – that page being not being able to share their relationship with anyone or anything. It wasn’t the best page. But they both knew there were better pages ahead.

A secret only they knew.

“What’re you thinking about?” William asked softly.

“You,” she replied. He smiled. “C’mere,” she beckoned.

“Come where?”

She abruptly opened the door, slipping out of the passenger seat and instead moving to the backseat. William watched as she did so, slipping out himself when he realized what she was doing. Once they found each other in the backseat, Aberdeen climbed on top of him and straddled his lap. “You’re being very bold, minskatt,” William smiled.

“Count your blessings,” she winked before leaning in and crashing her lips against his. He reciprocated readily, however ‘shocked’ he was by her bold actions. He was just as hungry for her as she was for him, and his actions showed that: his hands wandering along her thighs, grabbing at her waist; his tongue down her throat, biting her bottom lip. They kissed so much their lips were red and swollen; kissed so much they were fogging up the windows.

Layers. There were too many layers of clothing. It was winter, so they both knew there would be, but it made things annoying. They’d taken their jackets off long ago – William had his off when Aberdeen got in the car, and she’d taken hers off soon after, not bothering to put it back on when she ran in and out of San Remo Bakery – but now there was William t-shirt and hoodie to worry about, and Aberdeen’s sweater, and…

Aberdeen felt William’s hands go underneath her sweater and shivered.

“You alright, minskatt?” William asked as he felt her body shake at his touch.

Aberdeen nodded. She began kissing him again, grinding her hips against his lap, causing him to groan. His hands kept traveling higher and higher against her bare skin until he reached her bra. Aberdeen helped take off her sweater. William took his off, too. She could feel how hard she was getting as she grinded more in his lap, pressing her bare skin onto his and feeling his body heat. Eventually, he pushed her bra straps down, kissing his way down to her breasts before taking a nipple on his mouth. Aberdeen threw her head back. “Willy…” she sighed out, the feeling of his tongue flicking against her nipple making her shiver again. He switched to the other breast. “Oh, Willy…” she began to pant harder.

She dropped her hands in between them.

As Aberdeen stuck her hand down his pants, William stopped. “Ab—Aberdeen—”

“Willy please tell me you have a condom somewhere.”

He huffed, looking nervous. “I d…I don’t think I do—”

“What?”

“I wasn’t expecting this, minskatt. I swear.” Okay, so they couldn’t have sex. But they could still have fun, she thought immediately, because there was no way she was going to stop now. She was too far gone. “If you want to stop I underst—”

“We are not stopping,” Aberdeen said firmly. “I’m—I—help me pull your pants down.”

She started on her own, eagerly, but William helped. She saw how hard his member was and grabbed it. She noticed William’s sharp intake of breath. She began to stroke him, looking him straight in the eye. “D’you like that?”

William nodded. He pulled her pants down, too, and moved her underwear to the side. “I want to make you feel good,” he whispered.

“You always do,” she smiled.

He smiled back at her. He began teasing her core before slipping one finger into her. She gasped in pleasure, biting her lip as she moved her hips slowly. “That’s good?” William asked quickly, only for Aberdeen to nod her head just as quickly, letting out a sigh. She tried to steady her breathing as William’s finger began moving in and out of her slowly, curling every so often. For her part, she kept jerking him off too, his grunts her fuel.

“D’you like when I touch you like this?” she asked, mumbling against his lips, biting down on the bottom one.

He kissed her in response, sloppy and wet to let her know what he thought. He used his thumb to start rubbing circles against her hot core, and the sound of her mewling out his name over and over again was driving him absolutely insane. “More,” she whimpered. “More, Willy. One more.”

William slipped another finger into her easily and curled them both. “Oooooh, fuck,” Aberdeen sighed out, along with every other swear word in the book. She quickened her strokes of his cock and he grunted again, bucking his hips slightly. They kissed for a while longer, both their hands working magic on the other, until she felt him buck his hips again. “Are y’close, Willy?” He nodded, unable to form words. “D’you wanna cum in my mouth?”

Willy’s eyes bulged out dramatically. “You’ve gotta cum first.”

“Willy—”

“You don’t hav—you’ve gotta cum first,” he repeated more definitively, curling his fingers in her again, making her cry out.

“Don’t stop, then,” she bit her lip. “I’m so close.”

William leaned forward to kiss Aberdeen, and with a few more curls of his fingers and circles of his thumb, she began writhing and shaking on top of him, moaning his name over and over and over again as she rode out her orgasm for as long as she could. She buried her head in the crook of his neck as she came down from her orgasm, feeling his fingers slip out of her. She watched as he brought them up to his mouth and sucked. She was surprised he’d do something that bold, but then again, he had just fingered her in the backseat of his car after she’d initiated the entire rendezvous. “Fuck, Willy.”

“Felt good?” he asked quickly.

“Felt fucking amazing,” she responded, trying to suppress her giggle. With her hand still miraculously on his cock, she continued stroking, slowly at first. “You ok?”

He nodded his head. “You look so fucking sexy,” he mumbled, referring to how her bra was still pushed down and the red flush that had taken over her body after her orgasm. It was his favourite sight to see. “I love it when I hear you moan my name. I…fuck Aberdeen.”

“I love how good you are with your hands,” she smiled mischievously.

“I love how good you are with yours,” he giggled, sighing slightly as her thumb grazed over the tip of his cock. They kissed for a while as she continued to stroke him. “God, you’re so fucking good. I’m not gonna last much longer.”

“D’you want to cum in my mouth?” she asked again.

There was no backing out of the question now, but William didn’t know how to respond. Of course it would have been nice, but there was so much to consider. “You don’t have to. It’s okay.”

“But Willy—”

“—I haven’t even eaten you out yet and I don’t think it’s fair—”

“—But I want to, Willy,” she said, eyes wide and staring at him with a mix of fake innocence and real determination. “I want to.”

He didn’t say another word. Aberdeen kissed him a few more times before she shifted her position and took him in her mouth, sucking the tip of his cock. William leaned his head back and watched through hooded eyes as she continued to stroke and suck, leaving him utterly speechless. It was only when Aberdeen started to go deeper that he could feel his release coming, and he suddenly found his voice again. “Aberdeen—” he tried to get out, but couldn’t. She looked up at him with big eyes and he was ready to die right there. “Aberdeen, I—”

“Cum in my mouth Willy.”

With one last stroke and a buck of his hips, Aberdeen felt his hot cum in her throat. William moaned and repeated her name over and over, much like she’d done before, and tried to keep his eyes on her as she took every last bit of him. His jaw was practically on the floor as he looked down at her, and she up at him, until he couldn’t take it anymore. “C’mere,” dragged her up, planting a messy, wet kiss on her lips as they moaned together, William wrapping his arms around her protectively as he could feel his cock soften.

They kissed for what felt like hours again, kiss after kiss after kiss, until their pace slowed down and their breaths returned to normal and they realized what they’d just done, what they’d just participated in together, willingly, in a car sitting in an empty parking lot of a park overlooking the Toronto skyline. In about twelve hours, they’d be on a plane together en route to Ottawa, solely work acquaintances to everyone around them, keeping their secret close to their hearts.

“I love you, minskatt,” William mumbled, his head still a bit dizzy but his heart still full from what had just happened.

“I love you too,” she responded, her chest rising and falling with her breath, her head equally as dizzy and her heart equally as full.

***

William couldn’t keep his eyes off of Aberdeen, now that they were back in the driver’s and passenger’s seat, on Islington Road heading north to get on the Gardiner Expressway. She had a flush on her cheeks and a small smile on her face as she looked out the window. The night was completely dark now, with only the streetlights illuminating the road for them until they got back into the city. The playlist was playing in the background, but neither bothered to turn the volume up or change the song yet.

William drove slowly. To have more time with her.

“Minskatt?” he asked softly as they were stopped at a red light. Aberdeen turned her head to look at him. “Being with you feels right,” he told her, his voice firm and with conviction.

“Even though what we’re doing is wrong?” she asked.

William shook his head. “That doesn’t matter. I don’t care about the rules.” He considered her words – how she admitted it was wrong – for a moment and got nervous. “Does it feel wrong to you?”

“No,” she replied immediately shaking her head. “Not at all. But you have to understand that this…this is simultaneously the most wrong thing I’ve ever done, but also the most right. I don’t know how to explain it.”

“I get it completely,” William said. “But I don’t regret any of it.”

“I don’t either.” Aberdeen surprised herself by saying those words out loud. But they were true. She didn’t. She didn’t feel any regret. “You…you know that right?”

William smiled softly. He was very, very well aware how much she was sacrificing to do this – to be sneaking around with him – and he was very well aware of how, for her, everything hung by a thread. Everything for her was on the line, everything, and she was willing to risk it all for him. That was why he was so protective. That was why he was so secretive. That was why he tried his best to keep everything so low-key, to not have people catch on, and if they did, to not take it too seriously. “I do.”

When she picked up his phone as he took the on-ramp onto the Gardiner Expressway, she chose another song, ‘In Your Eyes’ by the Weeknd. William recognized the tempo immediately and smiled. They moved along to the music, singing the lyrics together as they drove on the highway. Aberdeen danced in her seat and William grooved from side to side as much as he could while still being alert and paying attention to the road. Near the song’s end, Aberdeen grabbed his phone again and queued the next song.

When the familiar chords began to play, the synth coming in and the beat loud and strong, William looked over to her and smiled. “How did I know?” he asked.

“Did you expect anything less from me?” she asked rhetorically, giggling slightly.

Midnight… You come and pick me up, no headlights… Long drive could end in burning flames or paradise…

Hearing her sing was one of the best things in the world to him. Almost as good as hearing her talking about writing. Almost as good as hearing her read her own writing. There was such a lack of inhibitions in the way she sang and the way she moved, the way she didn’t care about facades or rules or appropriateness anymore, that made every lyric, ever hand motion, every movement and every head bop so endearing to him. When she took out her phone and began recording the lights on the horizon, all the skyscrapers lit up in the crisp winter’s night air, he reached across the console and held her hand. Hands that held the ring he got her on it.

Because he could now. Without any reservation.

And when Aberdeen smiled, all was right in the world.

When they got back to her apartment, Aberdeen was reluctant to leave. William had put the car in park but neither of them moved to say goodbye or do anything, really. They were lucky that her street wasn’t a main street; that it was residential and tucked in behind two other, more major streets, so that they wouldn’t be honked at or bothered.

“Have you packed for tomorrow yet?” Aberdeen asked, her voice quiet.

William shrugged. “Just gotta choose a suit, really. There’s nothing to it. You?”

“Yeah,” she nodded her head. “My suitcase is pretty much always ready to go nowadays. I’m uh…Brendan actually gave me lunch time off so I can meet up with Siena.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. She’s even coming to the game. Not in the press box or anything but she’ll be in a seat somewhere in the arena. You might get to see her.”

William stayed silent for a few moments. “Did you like tonight?” he asked.

Aberdeen smiled. “Very much so.”

Some more moments of silence. It wasn’t until William leaned over to give her a kiss that there was another sound. “I love you, minskatt.”

She smiled into the kiss. “I love you too, Willy,” she said, for what felt like the tenth time that night. She put her hand on the door handle and pulled so the door would open. She knew if she stayed any longer, they’d be there all night, either kissing or just sitting there in silence. “Get home safe, okay? Text me.”

He didn’t want her to leave, but he digressed because they both had an early wakeup time tomorrow. He also knew that he’d be seeing her in a few hours again, anyway. “I will, minskatt,” he gave her one last kiss before letting her go.

When Aberdeen walked into her condo building, it was like the concierge was waiting for her. “Ms. Bloom?” he asked as she walked by the desk.

“That’s me…”

“This is for you,” he said, handing her a large manila envelope. “Courtesy of your friend,” he nodded towards William, still waiting outside in his car until Aberdeen turned the corner to get to the elevator where he wouldn’t be able to see her.

She furrowed her brows. When…? How…? “Thanks…” she took it from him, thanking him politely before making her way towards the elevator. Once she was in, she pressed her floor number and tore open the seal.

Inside, there was a valentine. A poorly made and executed valentine, but a valentine nonetheless. William had cut out a giant heart out of red construction paper. He’d glued googly-eyes on it to make a face, glued pipe cleaners and cotton balls and stickers where necessary, and had even used glitter. She laughed out loud – it honestly looked like a valentine made by one of her mom’s first graders. When she noticed it was a card, she opened it up. She saw, in William’s handwriting:

Jag tänker på dig när jag inte ens tanker

It was when she got to her bedroom that she punched in the words, with all their accents, carefully into Google Translate on her phone. Again. He was always making her translate things, although she highly doubted there would be a communication error this time around and think he was calling her ‘little shit’. When the translation came up, her heart skipped a beat.

I think about you when I’m not even thinking.

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