#promise me you guys won't send me any pictures of the news or tell me about it unless it's a release date or something

[electrozeistyking]

DID YUO SEE THE GIF GLITCH JUST DROPPED-

I DID NOT AND DO NOT WANT TO.

Allow me to explain: I want to watch any and all Murder Drones episodes blindly without knowing or seeing anything on them. In fact, that's how I enjoy watching this show. Why, you may ask?

Because that's how I first watched the pilot.

I knew literally nothing about it. I didn't know who voiced in it, what it was all about, who created it... nothing. I just saw a thumbnail for a show that had to do with robots on the internet, and decided to watch it on a whim.

I was blindsided by everything. The first thing I did when N spoke was to very loudly exclaim "MICHEAL?!" And you know what? I enjoyed what I saw! It may have taken me two separate occasions to finish, but I enjoyed my experience watching it!

Did I know episode two came out? I was hyperfixating on something else at the time, so I only found out about it months later. And like with the pilot, I knew nothing about it. I hadn't seen any teasers or anything on it, so once again, I was blindsided by everything I witnessed. So on and so forth, for each and every episode.

It was easy for me not to see anything, because I didn't have reliable internet at the time. Therefore, I was completely unaware of release dates, I didn't see any teasers, I didn't see anything for any episodes.

Obviously, I could not avoid the one featured in GLITCHX, so it was unavoidable and is therefore the only exception to this rule. I am willingly choosing to commit to how I watch these next episodes, because it's been an enjoyable experience for me to get slapped in the face by every episode of this series so far.

And I'd like to keep it that way.

Okay, this is turning out longer than I meant it to be, so let's get to the point I wanna make: while this is the first news we're getting in a long while and it's certainly exciting, I am purposely trying to avoid seeing it so I can continue enjoying it this way.

Anyway, here's N playing the trumpet as an apology if I came off as aggressive at the start there. :3

wait shit was it murder drones related i blacked out when i wrote this

[into-the-grey]

New Year, New Us

Best Friend!Noah Sebastian x F!Reader (18+)

Summary: You and Noah have been close forever, but who knew that new year's could make such a mess?

W.C: 6.6k

Taglist: @anything-more-than-human @blend-in-with-the-madness @rumoured-whispers @thisbicc

Warnings: Alcohol, drunk sex, p in v (unprotected, cause they're idiots), slight fingering (f!recieving), sadness, angst.

Masterlist

A couple more warnings under the cut for those who don't care about spoilers.

Spoiler Warnings: talk of abortion, talk of pregnancy, talk of pro-life v pro choice

ON WITH THE SHOW

The day had been dragging on, and the city was buzzing with excitement and preparations for the coming evening. New Year's Eve, time to wish the last year farewell and move into better days.

Or so you hoped.

The guys had decided to have a get-together. What was originally going to be a few friends and a few drinks had quickly turned into planning a party. You were a little nervous, but it wouldn't be the first time you'd gone to a party at their house.

Noah usually stuck by your side during these events, being a buffer between you and a stranger was easy enough for him. He knew you could get anxious, but he also knew you liked meeting people. It was complicated, but he understood.

'What's the dress code?' You asked him jokingly, your phone on speaker while you brushed your hair. You'd been on the phone with him for about an hour while he ran some last minute errands, picking up snacks and an extra case of white claws.

'I don't know if there is one, but considering the amount of girls Folio invited, probably clothing optional,' Noah snickered.

'Hey, maybe you'll get lucky with one of his spares,' you joked, spraying your hair with a heat protectant before picking up your straightener and adding some curls around your face.

'Maybe,' he said. You could hear his smile in his voice. 'I don't know, I was just gonna wear something casual.'

'What, sweats and an oversized t-shirt?' You asked, running your fingers through a curl to break it up into a soft wave. 'Come on, it's new years, have a little bit of fun with it.'

'And what? Wear my stage clothes? A glittery blazer?'

'Okay first of all, you know that blazer was amazing, and second, you have nice clothes. If I have to do a FaceTime fashion show with you later, I will.'

Noah laughed, knowing you weren't kidding. You would take any excuse to dress him up, and sometimes it was good, other times it lead to some weird outfits.

'I'll tell you what, I'll just match whatever you wear. So if you go over the top, I'll go over the top. Deal?'

'Ah yes, more fuel for the dating rumour fire,' you smirked. 'Fine, I'll send you a picture of what I end up picking.'

'I'm not committing to anything until you show up, Y/N. I know you'll find something insane and then change before you leave just so I'm overdressed.'

'I would never-!' You tried to scoff, but Noah cut you off quickly.

'November 2014, that party at Damon's house.'

'Oh shit, yeah I forgot about that,' you mused. 'You looked good in pink.'

'And you were in jeans and a T-shirt, you brat.' You could hear him trying not to laugh. It had become a cherished memory, despite the awkwardness at the time.

Noah's bright pink sweater had looked pretty good though, and you would stand by it.

The clicking sound of the handbrake being applied sounded through the phone, telling you that Noah was home.

'Alright, I'll be over in about an hour, okay?' You told him, shaking out another curl and watching your hair bounce in the mirror.

'Okay. I meant it, I'll match what you do, so don't fuck me over this time?'

'I won't, I promise. I'll figure something out so you might get a girl later,' you teased. You could picture him rolling his eyes as he said goodbye.

The phone beeped, disconnecting the call and resuming your Spotify playlist. While you finished your hair, you ran through some outfit ideas in your head. If you were going to try and get Noah to look good, you needed to wear something he couldn't argue with.

You had just the outfit in mind.

***

The sun had finally set, and it was time to go. You Ubered to Noah's house, since drinking was an inevitability. You had already planned to crash in Noah's room, like so many other nights.

As you entered the house, the boys were setting up, stashing drinks in coolers and searching for bowls to serve chips in.

'Hey Y/N!' Folio called, waving as you passed.

'Hey! Have you seen him?' You asked.

'Upstairs, he told us you're probably gonna make him wear something stupid so he's trying to hide all his worst clothes,' Folio cackled.

'That sneaky shit,' you laughed, heading up the stairs. 'He's not getting off that easy.'

You had thrown an oversized sweater on over your dress. It felt too early to be wearing something like that, and the sweater made you feel more comfortable until the festivities started.

Plus, Folio had wandering eyes, and you didn't need that just yet.

'Noah,' you called out, tapping on his bedroom door.

'Yeah?'

'Quit hiding your clothes, I have a mental inventory of your wardrobe, dipshit.'

The door swung open, and Noah scowled at you. You met his scowl, flipping him off before you both laughed. You trod into his room, seeing a pile of clothes crammed under his desk.

'Only you would have dedicated my entire closet to memory,' he said, sitting down on his bed.

'Because I think I bought eighty five percent of your clothes?' You shrugged, sitting on his desk chair and crossing your legs.

'So what's the vibe? A sweater and heels?' He asked, raising an eyebrow and looking you up and down.

'Oh no, this is just until the party. The sweater is staying in your room,' you smirked, looking from him and back to the pile of clothes. 'You tried to strip everything, didn't you?'

'Maybe...'

In the closet there were only a few tops left. Most of them were oversized tshirts or bad omens merch. But in the back you could see a few nicer shirts.

Noah watched as you stood, grabbing the black button down and tossing it at him.

'Where's your suit pants?' You asked, peering through the pile under his desk.

'Second drawer, in the back. The belt is with them.'

'Glad to see you've accepted your fate,' you told him with a laugh. Noah's lips curved into a small smile.

'With you? I know you'll keep your promise. No point fighting you.' He stood, turning away from you and taking his shirt off.

While you found his pants and belt, he buttoned up his shirt. Next you went rifling through the jewellery stand, selecting a couple of rings and his gold watch.

'I swear to god, Y/N, you're not seriously dressing me up like one of those Mafia guys in the books you read, are you?' Noah groaned, buckling his belt before turning to face you.

You picked up the chain he usually wore, debating if it was too much. Ultimately deciding against it, you put it down and closed the closet door.

'If I am, it's not intentional, but you look good,' you told him, handing him the rings and the watch.

He slipped the accessories on, looking at himself in the mirror on the closet door. You stood beside him, arms crossed and lips pursed. You hummed to yourself, trying to think what was missing.

'Lose a button,' you finally said.

'Seriously?' He laughed.

'If my tits are gonna be out, so are yours. Lose a button. And roll up your sleeves, Jesus, we're not in church anymore,' you giggled.

Noah's cheeks heated at the mention of your tits, but you didn't notice it. Now he was curious to see what you were hiding under the sweater.

As he followed your instructions, you realised that the house was starting to fill with noise. People were arriving, and someone had turned on the stereo.

'Shit, it's eight already?' Noah said, looking at the watch on his wrist.

'Yup. Ready to mingle?' You said, giggling. You tried to mask your nerves, but Noah knew you too well.

'If you want to stay up here we can, you know? Or I'll just stay with you the whole time?'

'I'll be okay,' you promised him. 'Get two drinks in me and I'll be a functional adult, no anxiety to be seen.'

He rolled his eyes at you, shaking his head slightly.

'Alright, you win, mingling it is.'

Before you could leave the room, Noah tutted at you.

'Forgetting something?' He asked.

You pursed your lips, quietly regretting your choices. Sure, your dress had convinced Noah to let you play barbie, and he looked hot, but now you had to bite the bullet and lose the sweater.

Sighing, you quickly lifted the sweater off, draping it on the back of his desk chair. Noah's eyes widened as he took in the dress... if it could be called a dress.

It was more like a second skin. It was unbelievably tight, hugging every curve. The neckline was more of a navel-line. The cleavage of the dress plunged down, showing off the space between your breasts and a little below them. The spaghetti straps weren't so much straps as superfine chains, and the hem of the dress hit the midpoint of your thigh, just cresting that part where it was dangerous to bend over.

A flush of warmth surged through Noah as he stared at you. Sure, you were best friends, but he wasn't blind.

'Holy shit, you weren't kidding about having your tits out. Where have you been hiding that?' He asked incredulously, crossing his arms over his chest.

'It was an impulse buy a few years ago. I've been waiting for an excuse to drag it out,' you shrugged, clearly feeling a little insecure.

'Y/N, I'm not leaving you alone tonight. The guys won't keep their hands to themselves if I do,' he laughed.

'Oh shit,' you giggled, knowing he was trying to boost your confidence. It was working.

'Maybe you should leave the sweater on, Folio's girls might get jealous...'

'Let 'em.'

***

Noah kept his promise, staying nearby and keeping an eye on you throughout the night. At first you hadn't thought he'd need to, but a couple of guys tried to hit on you, and even Folio got a little comfortable after a few drinks. When Noah wasn't busy batting away the other girls, he was close by, keeping people's hands off you.

As the hours wore on, and midnight grew closer, you found yourself drifting from a conversation to a drinking game and back again.

Outside by the fire pit there was a game of "never have I ever" going, and for the short time you and Noah joined, you ended up downing three shots and finishing a white claw. Noah didn't drink as much during that game, but he didn't do so well with beer pong.

You were both sufficiently buzzed when someone turned the tv on for the final countdown to midnight.

Noah dragged you inside, standing in a quiet corner while people filled the living room.

'Have you got a resolution this year?' He asked you, leaning against the wall.

'Have you?' You said simply, mirroring his stance, facing him with your shoulder on the wall.

'Nothing serious,' he said with a laugh, 'I wouldn't mind getting laid.'

'Oh god, same,' you agreed, turning and leaning your back against the wall. 'It has been way too long since I've had a good fuck.'

Noah nodded, chuckling with you. Through your drunken stupor you didn't see the way his eyes trailed over your body.

'Me too,' he nodded. 'You ever thought about the whole "friends with benefits" thing?'

'Yeah,' you sighed, 'but most guys who want that are only trying to cheat on their girlfriends or wives. I've never found a guy who was open to it without being a total sleaze.'

'Shame,' he said softly. The room was filling with people, everyone's eyes on the screen as the ball began to drop.

People began to yell out, counting down.

'Hey, Noah?' You asked, a stupid idea forming in your mind.

'Yeah?' He asked, watching you as a grin spread over your lips.

'Wanna do the midnight kiss thing? Just so we can say we did?'

THREE!

TWO!

ONE!

As the city filled with cries of "Happy New Year" and fireworks filled the sky, Noah's lips crashed to yours. It was sloppy, it was drunk, there was a lot of teeth to start with because the two of you were laughing so much, but it was fun.

His hand grabbed for your face, pulling you to him while you figured out your harmony.

You pulled back, giggling as you looked up at him. Your lipstick was smeared across his lips, his beautiful smile now tinted with streaks of deep red.

For a second, you were frozen, looking at each other with dumbstruck grins.

And then he kissed you again.

And this time it was careful, tender. This wasn't a joke anymore.

You kissed him back, feeling your body fluttering in every way while your head spun. His hand snaked to your lower back, pulling you closer to him. Your hand ran into his hair, your heart hammering in your chest.

You clung to him while your arm locked behind his neck, his tongue exploring your mouth in ways you'd never experienced.

For a moment, the din of the party fell away. It was just the two of you, clinging to each other like you'd just found the only life preserver left on a sinking ship. Fire burned through your veins, his touch only stoking the flames. It had been so long since anyone had touched you that way, since anyone craved you the way Noah seemed to in that moment.

His hands stayed on you as you panted, a small gap forming between you while you accustomed to breathing again.

'Upstairs,' you breathed, 'now.'

Noah didn't need to be told twice. He took your hand, guiding you through the still packed room of people making out with whoever they had chosen for the night. You climbed the stairs behind him and quickly made your way to his room. He lead you in, locking the door behind him and taking two quick strides towards you.

His hands ran over your body, pushing the chains off your shoulders while his lips pressed against yours fervently. You fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, wanting to just rip it off of him and send the buttons skittering across the carpet...

You'd never thought you'd want to do this with Noah, but now, the idea couldn't turn you on more.

His head dipped to your neck as you shoved the shirt off of his shoulders, his teeth clamping onto your throat and earning a whine from you.

His hands dropped lower, pulling the dress down until it pooled around your feet. You fought with his belt, determined to have him just as bare as you.

Finally, he helped, his rushed hands unbuckling the belt and letting his slacks fall to the floor.

Noah laid you down on the bed, hovering over you and kissing every part of your body he could reach.

'I have wanted to do this for so fucking long,' he breathed, taking your pert nipple into his mouth and sucking hard while his fingers slipped into your panties.

'Oh fuck,' you whimpered, his finger swirling over your clit.

Your core ached for him, and in your haze, you didn't have much patience for foreplay. You were so wet already, you didn't need it.

'Noah,' you begged, 'please...'

Returning to your face, Noah freed himself from his underwear, his cock springing up and slapping his abdomen. It was swollen, angry, and already leaking.

He slid your panties to the side, lining himself up with your entrance.

'You're sure about this?' He asked gently, kissing you again. The fervour had dimmed for a moment, his tone earnest and his eyes searching yours. All you had to do was say no and he would stop...

'I'm sure,' you told him, kissing him again.

'Okay.' He kept his lips on yours, kissing you deeply as he slid his cock into you. Slowly, inch by inch, he stretched you open. You hadn't had a real man between your legs in years, and vibrators only felt so real...

Noah moaned against your lips, your mouth falling open as he seated himself as deep as he could.

'Holy shit, Y/N, baby you feel so good,' he murmured, his cock twitching while you each adjusted to the squeeze and the stretch.

'Fucking hell, Noah,' you couldn't think of what to say, your mind was blown with pleasure and he hadn't even moved yet.

Slowly, Noah began to move, rolling his hips in a fluid motion. Your back arched into him while he figured you out.

'Does that feel good, baby?' He murmured, taking one of your breasts in his hand and pinching your nipple lightly, 'or do you want faster?'

'Faster,' you agreed, whining, 'oh god, you're so perfect.'

Noah chuckled against your skin, kissing at your neck and your jaw while he sped up. 'You're so wet, so tight,' he told you, 'you're everything I dreamed you would be.'

'You dreamed about this?'

'Mhmm, a lot.'

The idea of Noah secretly fantasising about you set your body on fire. You wondered how many times you'd missed him staring, how often he thought about it. Did he think of you when he was alone? Was it your name on his lips when he finished himself off in the early hours of the morning?

You could only hope he never found out that you'd named your favourite vibrator after him. It was a secret you had been harbouring for a while, and in those hours where it kept you company, you felt a pang of guilt every time you finished with a cry of his name.

But here? Now? You finally got to fulfil that secret dream of yours, knowing he thought of it too. Fuck the consequences. That would be a problem for tomorrow.

'Show me,' you mewled, 'oh god, show me what you dreamed about.'

Noah grinned, raking his teeth over your throat gently.

'Gladly.'

His hand dropped from your nipple to your pussy, his thumb swirling over your clit and shooting sparks through your body.

His pace increased, and he lifted your leg over his shoulder, letting his cock stroke deeper.

'Oh fuck,' you whimpered, feeling his tip drag along the fleshy spot that would turn you into a puddle.

'Good girl,' he grinned, kissing the inside of your leg as he fucked into you, 'look at your pussy, so eager for me, god, you're so perfect.'

Your muscles clenched, his words only driving you closer to climax.

'Keep talking, baby, please,' you begged.

'You like dirty talk? Or is it when I praise you?'

'Fuck, both, both,' you whined, gasping as he tormented you right where you needed it. Spots began to cloud your vision as he dragged you closer to the edge.

'You're doing so good for me, baby. I'm getting so close,' he breathed, 'you're getting so tight, you're gonna make me come.'

Endurance was a distant dream. With the drunk fog in your brain, there was nothing to think about. You were both operating on pure instinct and sensation, and the high was ready to crash over you like a tidal wave, dragging you into its deep waters.

'I'm gonna come,' you told him, your back arching and hands reaching for anything to hold on to. The delicious feeling was so close, teasing you.

'That's my girl. Come for me, I wanna feel you fall apart for me,' he groaned, his thrusts starting to falter and his fingertips digging into your hips. 'Come with me, baby.'

'Don't stop, oh god,' you cried, your muscles clenching hard around him.

'Fuck, so tight, so good,' he groaned, his head falling back as your orgasm finally peaked. It took everything in you not to scream.

Noah's laboured cries matched yours, moaning as he gave you his all, fucking through both of your orgasms and emptying himself into you.

'That... was... exactly... what I needed,' you gasped. Noah rested his head on your chest, his eyes fluttering closed.

'Definitely,' he agreed.

***

You awoke the next day to the sun peeking through the blinds.

An arm laid over you, the skin warm against yours. You rolled over in bed, trying to get away from the sunlight, and opened your eyes.

Through bleary eyes, you saw Noah. He was disheveled and his lips were covered in deep red streaks, completely knocked out on the pillow beside you.

The sight made you giggle a little, until you realised it was your lipstick.

And that you were naked.

And that your thighs were sticky.

'Oh shit,' you whisper, your head pounding as you sat up. Thankfully Noah didn't stir, and you slid out of the bed quietly.

Last nights events seeped back into your thumping head as the cool air hit your bare skin. You could still feel the ghost of his grip on your hips. In the mirror you could see the bruises of hickeys left on your neck and chest, each one ringed with a smear of lipstick that had journeyed from your mouth to his and all over your body.

Thankfully, your panties were still on, so you grabbed your sweater, throwing it on and covering yourself.

Your face burned as you looked at Noah, sleeping so peacefully. He slept like the dead, and you had never been more grateful for that. Snatching your phone off of his desk, you ordered an uber, not wanting to be around when Noah woke up.

The rest of the house seemed silent, and it was only nine. You hoped that everyone would still be asleep as you grabbed your shoes and your dress and silently left the room.

The house was a disaster, cups and streamers littered the halls and most surfaces. You paid no mind, edging your way to the front door. As you passed the small alcove where you and Noah had stood, you remembered what happened when midnight struck.

You had been the one to come on to him. You asked him to kiss you. You made things weird. Shame burned through you as you shook your head, cringing at yourself and the headache that the motion brought on.

Sure, the parts you could remember had been fun, but there was no way your friendship could be the same after this. You couldn't be sure what happened in those black spots.

You'd had a crush on Noah for a long time. Anyone with eyes would, and anyone who knew him loved him. Of course you'd fallen into that trap.

How could you be normal with him after having a taste of what could have been? And how quickly would he be repulsed by what happened?

Mercifully, the Uber didn't take long to arrive. You slipped out the front door, closing it as quietly as possible as you disappeared into the morning sun.

***

Noah tried to call you later that day. You had already decided to lie and say you slept for most of the day. But the weeks after? They were hard to bluff your way through.

He was your best friend, he knew something was up, and it was clear that it was hurting him that you were avoiding him.

He worried. He made it clear that he was concerned about you, pushing to talk to you. Every time, you blew it off and tried to dissuade him with a half truth about work.

You dodged phone calls, and you sent as many short texts as you could, trying to assure him that everything was fine, you were just busy. You even did everything you could just to keep yourself busy, trying to keep yourself somewhat honest.

Noah knew better than to believe you. He knew this behaviour. The last time you had dodged him like this, you were hiding the time you had spent in hospital after a bad night. When he finally found out the truth, he made you promise to call him instead, and this was the first time you'd broken that promise in years.

After a few weeks, he stopped waiting for you to come to him. Noah showed up at your house unannounced. He had let himself in and he sat on your couch to wait for you to get home from work.

When you opened your door that afternoon, you hand your head low. His truck in the drive was a giveaway, you knew he was waiting for you.

You considered not going inside, but you knew that he would stay all night if he had to.

Unlocking the door, you entered the house quietly, almost hoping he wouldn't notice you. Instead, his eyes followed you as you toed your shoes off by the door and kept your head down.

'Hey,' he called.

'Mm,' you mumbled back, beelining for the kitchen. You figured you could busy yourself making dinner or a coffee, anything to avoid him for a minute longer.

'Y/N.'

His voice was stern this time. You froze, shoulders hunched and shrinking in on yourself. Pursing your lips, you listened as he stood up and crossed the tiled floor, his socked feet almost silent.

'What's going on?' He asked you softly. He stood in front of you, his arms crossed as he stared you down.

He didn't look mad though. His stance might have, but you could see the worry in his eyes. It tugged his lip into a slight frown while he waited for your response.

'I told you, I'm fine, I've just been really-'

'Busy? Yeah, so you've said. If you were "just busy", why are you sneaking around your own house like you're scared of me?'

You felt the blood drain from your face. He had you there. Your fingers tightened, clenching into fists and loosening again while you tried to think of anything to say. You were sure you looked like a goldfish while you stammered.

You were panicking, but he wasn't going to let you leave, and you couldn't avoid him. Instead, he carefully took your hand in his. He was gentle as he lead you to the small living room.

'Y/N, what's going on?' he asked, sitting on the edge of the couch while you stood awkwardly, picking at your fingernails. 'You've been off since the party, and I know it's me. All I can wonder is "what did I do?" And you won't tell me.'

You paused, holding a breath. He thought it was his fault. Of course he did, you'd never given him any reason to think otherwise.

'What do you remember from that night?' you asked, your voice small as you sat down on the wooden coffee table. You couldn't meet his eye, too afraid of what he would say if he knew the truth.

'Not a lot,' he said, 'I remember that we played some drinking games, and I remember losing really badly at beer pong, but after that is mostly a blur.'

'Mostly?'

'I...' he trailed off, his thumb running over his palm awkwardly. 'I remember that we kissed, at least, I'm pretty sure we did. I was that far gone that it could have been anyone...'

You took a deep breath, preparing for the worst as you summoned the courage to tell him the truth.

'It was me. And it was my fault. I said that we should kiss, just so we could say we had a midnight kiss with someone. I didn't think this would happen. I didn't think we'd go that far, but even then, it was still my fault. It was my idea-'

'Y/N, you're rambling and you're being cryptic, I'm gonna need you to take a breath and spell it out for me,' Noah prodded gently. 'Whatever it is, I'm sure it's no big deal.'

'It really is a big deal,' you said, your throat trying to close over the words.

'How bad could it be?' He said softly, a reassuring smile lifting the corner of his lips. He leaned forward, his elbows on his knees as he tried to meet your gaze, but you couldn't.

Your head dropped, staring at your fingers while the words caught in your throat. You hadn't said them out loud yet. You were so scared he'd regret it, or find it repulsive.

'We...' you stammered, swallowing hard, 'We had sex.'

Noah froze. His eyes widening while he processed the information.

'We... We had sex on new years?' He asked slowly, his face flushing as he spoke.

'Yeah.'

'That's why you've been avoiding me?'

'Mhmm,' you hummed with a tight nod, picking at your fingernails again. 'I know it's stupid, but I didn't want to ruin things between us and then I did it anyway because I was too scared to talk to you and-'

Noah shifted from the couch, moving to sit beside you on the coffee table and taking your hand, squeezing it firmly.

'Y/N, breathe,' he told you, his other hand rubbing your arm gently. He was going through the same whirlwind of emotions that you had gone through that morning, but somehow he handled it with ease.

'I can't, this is all my fault, I started it.' You were adamant. You'd been telling yourself the same lines for weeks now, trying to absolve him of fault. 'I initiated, I made the mistake, and I didn't want to drag you into this. I hoped that it would blow over and we would just forget because you're my best friend and I don't want to fuck that up-'

Noah shook his head, cutting you off again. You weren't oblivious to the way his face screwed up as you called it a mistake. 

'Don't do that to yourself. It takes two, and I'm sure I was more than willing to be involved.'

You pursed your lips, remembering the things he'd said. Silently you cursed yourself for the way your body tingled at the memory of his words. His hand on your arm seemed to burn at the thought.

'You were. You told me you'd dreamed about it before. I assumed that was just the alcohol.'

Noah's pink cheeks and awkward laugh gave him away quickly.

'Uh, nope. Definitely a case of drunk words being sober thoughts.'

You turned to him, a quizzical look on your face and a hint of a laugh bubbling in your chest. All the emotions you'd been fighting had reached a point of delirium.

'Hold it, you've actually dreamed about us fucking?' You asked him incredulously. You were flattered, but also baffled. How could he want that with you?

Noah nodded, chewing his lip and looking around the room for anything else to focus on. He could feel your eyes boring into the side of his head while he rubbed the back of his neck.

'Look, now is probably the best time to put the cards on the table,' he said quietly, scratching his jaw. 'I've wanted a lot more with you for a while now, but I didn't think you wanted the same since you were always pushing me at other girls, so I just shut my mouth. I didn't want to force anything on you, but Y/N, dude, come on. I've been in love with you for years, and you're the only person who doesn't seem to notice it.'

You froze, furrowing your brows and shaking your head a couple of times before looking up at his sheepish smirk. Your mouth opened, a smile on your lips as you processed what he said.

'Did you really just call me "dude" and say you're in love with me in the same sentence?'

Noah nodded, pursing his lips as he laughed at himself. 'Yup.'

'For gods sake, what a way to share your feelings, man.'

'I know,' he chuckled, 'but I'd rather you know instead of hiding from me and beating yourself up about a night I only wish I could remember.'

You smiled, blushing and laughing softly. 'I guess now is probably the time where I'm supposed to let you down easy and tell you I'm flattered, but I really just want to be friends?'

'Wow, just go straight for it, huh?' he chuckled, gently placing his hand on your back. 'Look, if that's how you feel, then thats okay with me. I'd rather be your friend than not have you in my life.'

You smirked, looking up at him. You could see the slight disappointment in his face as he looked at your entwined hands, but he was doing his best to hide it for your sake.

'Oh my god, Noah, look at me,' you said, his eyes lifting to yours, sparkling in the low light.

Your heart fluttered as you lifted your free hand to his cheek.

'I'm kidding, you dipshit, fucking kiss me already,' you told him, a grin on your face.

His eyes lit up, and he didn't need to be told twice. His lips were on yours in seconds, and it felt a million times better sober. His fingers stayed tangled with yours, his other hand pulling you close to him.

That same feeling of fire burned through you, wanting nothing more than to feel him everywhere. Your head spun and your heart pounded in your chest as he kissed you, his soft lips felt like home. You started to wonder what you were drunk on that night, was it the vodka, or him?

Your fingers ran into his hair, and you had to break the kiss so you could let out the giddy laugh that was building in your stomach.

'You're cruel,' he told you, his face inches from yours as his thumb ran over your knuckles.

'And yet, you love it for some reason?' You shot back, pecking his lips.

'I do,' he grinned, 'I really do.'

'Good, cause fucking hell I love you.'

***

If only that was where it had ended. A dopey, saccharine happy ending.

But no.

There was a consequence you had yet to encounter. A choice you had yet to pay for.

Something so simple, so many people fall into the same trap. And you didn't even notice, you wouldn't have either.

Until the app on your phone told you that it had been a while...

Two months, to be precise. You didn't dare tell Noah yet. Not until you were sure. He was busy preparing for a UK tour, and you'd only been together as a real couple for a month.

So you couldn't tell him until you tested with a doctor. Home tests could be wrong, right?

The doctor ordered blood tests, and waiting for those results was agony.

But here you sat, digesting the information the doctor had told you while you sat on the side of your bed.

You were pregnant. Seven weeks pregnant, give or take. But it didn't matter, you knew exactly when it happened.

This was not how this was supposed to go. If you were ever worried about upsetting Noah before, this was going to fuck him up.

You didn't even know his stance. Was he pro choice? Pro life? What would he say if you told him that you didn't want this yet?

Should you even tell him?

Of course, there was no way around it. You'd have to do it soon if you wanted to just take the tablets. You couldn't wait til he was on tour. He would see you in pain and know something wasn't right.

He deserved to know, didn't he?

It took him a little while, but Noah eventually found you in the bedroom. He saw you sitting on the side of the bed, crying softly to yourself, hand clutched to your belly.

'Hey, baby, what's wrong?' He asked, moving swiftly to your side and sitting with you. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you to him, rubbing your back.

'We need to talk, and I don't know how you're going to handle it,' you whimpered, sniffing hard.

'You're not leaving me, are you?' He asked, his tone low and worried. You felt his arms tense around you, but you quickly shook your head.

'No, god no,' you coughed, looking up at him. 'I just got off the phone with my doctor.'

'Are you okay?'

You could see his eyes widen with fear, the idea of anything bad happening to you squeezed at his heart.

You weren't sure how to answer that question. Hell, you hadn't even said the words out loud yet. You'd only found out a few days before, you'd barely had time to process the home test, let alone the phone call confirming it.

'I'm pregnant.'

'And you don't want to be.'

'Not right now,' you said quietly, shaking your head. 'I'm so sorry, Noah. I'm sorry if you want this, but it's not what I want right now. I want us to be together for a while longer before we even think about kids, or marriage, or any of that. I'm still learning about this side of you, I want that to myself, I want to make stupid choices with you and not have to worry about a kid yet. One day, sure, but not now.'

'Baby, breathe for me. It's okay,' he assured you, 'I understand. And whatever you choose, I'm with you. But you're right, we're so new to each other like this... and I want to be able to steal you into empty bedrooms for a while,' he chuckled. 'I want you to myself too. One day, we'll talk family, but you're not ready and I'm not ready, and that's okay.'

He wrapped you in a tight embrace while you sniffled, trying to control your breaths as he stroked your hair.

'I love you, okay? No matter what,' he breathed, kissing the top of your head firmly.

You nodded against him. 'I love you,' you told him, your voice muffled by his hoodie.

'I have something to run by you,' he asked, 'I was gonna ask anyway, but I think you need it now more than ever.'

'Mmh?'

He chuckled as he rocked you from side to side. 'I was wondering if you wanted to come to the UK? I know you've got a lot of personal time you need to use, and I really don't want to be without you for three whole weeks...'

'I'll talk to my boss,' you said softly, 'but a few weeks away sounds like a realy good idea right now, with or without the chaos.'

Noah smirked, kissing your head again.

'We'll get you in to the doctor as soon as we can, and I'll be there with you every step of the way. And when everything is over, we'll be on our way to London,' he told you, his tone soothing.

You loved how good it sounded, and his voice was exactly what you needed in that moment. The tears finally slowed, knowing he was with you and that he had your back.

'I love you,' you told him earnestly.

'I love you too,' he said.

'No, like, I love you,' you murmured, 'I love you so much for supporting me with this, and just being there in general. You hold me together a lot more than you need to, and I don't know why the fuck I thought you wouldn't be with me on this one.'

'Neither do I, whatever you need, I'm always with you.'

'And I'm with you.'

Sinking further into his embrace, if that was even possible, you let him soothe you. This was love. This was everything you ever wanted, and you'd never felt better.

Who knew that New Year's parties could be so special?

[scarthefangirl]

Luscious locks

Pravitr Prabhakar x G/N!reader

Description: Pravitr is the new spiderman, and he wears a suit to hide his identity. But the suit isn't enough to throw you off and you see right through it.

Warnings: Not revised, getting dragged into an alley by a guy (not much description),

Story type: Drabble

A/N: Literally just whipped this up to hold everyone over while I work on part 2 of admit it

Masterlist | REQUESTS OPEN (and appreciated)

"Pavitr, is that you?" You asked the masked vigilante, your head titled to the side. You knew there was a new hero around Mumbattan but you'd never really seen any pictures if him, let alone up close and in person.

"I don't know any Pavitr." Spiderman tried to deepen his tone so you won't be suspicious, but failed.

"Pavitr, I know its you." You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms across your chest. His shoulders slumped in defeat and he takes his mask off.

~ earlier that night ~

"Help! Help me! Someone help me!!" You screamed as a thug dragged you into an alley. You tried to fight the man off, but to no avail. You struggled in the mans arms but he was far stronger than you. "Help! Help-" Your screams were muffled by his hand clamping over your mouth.

"Stop fighting me." He growled and forced you to turn your body facing him, and you try to bite his hand. You kick and struggle but he holds you tightly. He slaps you, hard. "Shut up." You wince but continue screaming into his hand and fighting against him.

Before he could do anything worse to you, a web pulled him away from you. You stumbled back and watched as spiderman quickly defeated the creep who'd dragged you to the alley. You were just walking home from work when that perp grabbed you. But now you stood in shock as spiderman beat up the man. You noticed the details of spiderman, his beautiful long brown hair and body structure- you knew them. You'd know them anywhere.

Suddenly you were snapped out of your thoughts as spiderman rushed to you, putting his arms around your waist (sending butterflies fluttering around in your stomach) and told you to jump, and when you did he wrapped you around his torso. You knew him! He was Pavitr, your long time friend and crush. And he was spiderman, who had just saved you and now was swinging you to your apartment building. It wasn't hard to ignore the sickening feeling of being swung through the sky as you leaned onto him, his arms holding you firmly.

He arrived at the roof of your building, setting you down and putting his hands on your upper arms. You could practically feel the concern radiating from him as his big white eyes stared at you widely. He watched every detail of your shocked face, studying you. He noticed the way you were staring at him, studying him as well. He felt like you could see right through his mask and he tentatively stepped away from you.

~

"What the heck?!" You slapped your hand over your mouth in surprise as Pavitr removed his mask in shame. His stomach was twisted in knots, unsure of how you were going to react. He stumbled back in surprise when you rushed him into a hug. "You're a hero!" You whispered in awe.

"I guess I am," He smiled gently, hugging you back. You stepped away and looked him up and down in pride. Despite the night sky, his face still glowed and you could clearly make out his colorful suit. He watched you back, wishing he could kiss your stupid grin right off your face. He didn't have to though because it quickly turned to a scowl.

"Why didn't you tell me?" You scolded and he rubbed the back if his neck sheepishly.

"Its not safe for you to know." He frowns and you shrug,

"I don't care!" You smiled again, teasingly this time. You can still see the concern in his eyes so you add, "I promise I won't let anyone know I know. And I'll take self defense classes in case some jerk tries to hurt me or whatever!"

"How did you know it was me?" He asked after a moment, causing you to scoff.

"I'm offended you thought I wouldn't!" You hold your hand in mock offense and then answer more seriously, "I would know you any where Pav, no matter what silly get up you're in."

"It's not silly! And I seriously don't know how you knew."

"You have very recognizable, pretty hair. And I know the way you're built," You replied nonchalantly, then realized it was a little strange and felt your cheeks heat up.

"I didn't realize you paid so much attention." He smirked and you groaned, shaking your head. He did know you paid so much attention, and he paid attention too.

"Whatever."

"What was it you said about my very recognizable hair? It was.. Pretty?" His smirk widened and he stepped closer to you, sending tightness through your chest and stomach.

"It's very.... Luscious, what can I say?" You grin and he took his turn to blush. He laughed which made you feel embarrassed, "What? It is pretty, you say so yourself all the time!" There is a long silence of Pavitr smiling at you before he takes another step closer.

"You're pretty." He said softly and your eyes widened as you stood stiffly.

"Oh, um... Thank you." You said awkwardly. "You too." You cringe at your own words, mentally smacking your forehead.

"I'm sorry for any trouble knowing I'm spiderman is going to cause you." He mumbles sadly. You notice the proximity between you two, only a few inches of distance. It was dark out but you could see him clear as day, his hair blown slightly from the cool breeze. It really was pretty.

"I don't care if it gets me into trouble. I don't care if it gets me killed. I'd do anything for you." You admitted, gazing into his eyes. He practically melted at your words.

"I'll protect you." He smiled slightly, holding the eye contact.

"You're gorgeous," You said quietly, as if in a trance as you stared at him. It was like you weren't even hearing yourself.

"You're beautiful," He replied, in the same trance as he stared at you in awe. You both could hear each other but it was like it was said by someone outside of the two of you and you guys were just gazing at each other, all starry eyed.

"You're perfect," You continued.

"I really like you." He broke the trance and you both expressed surprise. You didn't even blink, frozen. "Sorry, I, sorry.." He rambled, face as red as yours.

"I- uhhh, Ilikeyoutoo." You blurted then clenched your eyes shut for a moment in embarrassment. Why were you so darn awkward?! But it didn't matter to Pavitr, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss on your lips. Was this real? He pulled away and then hugged you tightly.

"You're adorable." He smiled into the hug and you reciprocated his touch.

"You're not so bad yourself spidey." You smiled as well, feeling yourself getting a little more comfortable. "You could never cover your identity from me Pav."

"I would never want to." He sighed dreamily, happy to finally know you felt the same as him and he didn't have to hide things from you.

~

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[rebelfell]

every time you post pornstar!Eddie I feel like that picture of the wolf tearing his shirt open

if I didn't have a fear of being perceived and also digital footprint I'd be in your comments posting that image 0.2 seconds after you hit the publish button

but since I am and tumblr won't let me send images from anon, just know that I am thinking that picture so hard hoping the vibes go through my little device and to you <3

WAIT ALSO

I have a lore questions

What do they do outside of the porn stuff? Like they can't be doing that 24/7 but what are reader's hobbies? Also will Eddie be using more of his masseuse skills (reader probably needs it in their shoulders from nights spent hunched over the editing software)??

Also what about interactions that are outside of the porn realm? Do they get coffee? Do they stumble upon each other at the store? Can Eddie even go to the store as porn's new hot star or does he have to go in disguise? What's it like without all the cameras and the moans and the nakedness? Is it more vulnerable with their clothes on??

I know there's still more content to come but I really want to just dive head first in and swim through all the details and longing. no more dragging out the plot!! I'm slobbering against the glass. let me in please. I promise I don't have rabies :D ignore the foaming at the mouth I'm just excited!

I’m so glad you like them, bubs! And ohhhhhhhh my gosh so many good questions! You gave me lots and lots to think about the last few days…

I’ve not thought too much about the lore of this story because it started as a horny drabble, BUT I’ll throw some too many thoughts under the cut.

I think at least in the beginning, there was not much outside of work that R had time for.

In my head, you were kind of carrying out every task on your own cos you just really wanted this new endeavor to work. It’s not that you “hated” porn, you just always had felt like you were more suited to being behind the camera and you finally had the opportunity to prove your mettle.

So it wasn’t 24/7, but it took up a fair amount of your time and didn’t leave room for much else.

And I think the basis of your connection with Eddie was in your working relationship, so most of the things you do together would be work stuff. He absolutely offered massages and you initially turned them down, not wanting to cross any boundaries or blur any lines (nice try).

But after one particularly long editing session… it’s just too good an offer to pass up. Plus, it led to him telling you about massage school, and...

Well, we know how that turned out.

I would also like to think R is a big movie buff. Sort of like a less-annoying Dawson Leery where you made movies with a shitty camcorder in your backyard and just really enjoyed the idea of bringing an idea in your head to life.

Definitely a very creative/imaginative type.

And I feel like you got into the porn industry thinking ‘I can do this for money and then work on my stuff in my down time’ and eventually got to a point where you were just phoning it in, and you weren’t working on anything, just kind of going through the motions. A little lost.

Then Eddie shows up and he becomes your muse and collaborator all in one neat and tidy package. You feel inspired again and you get this urge to Create that you haven't felt in a long time.

Outside of work, you are definitely friends. But I think Eddie had to do a lot of coaxing to get you to ease up on work. Once you start generating some buzz and revenue for the studio and start getting more funding/crew etc, Eddie is the one who has to remind you that you don't have to do everything anymore and you can (and need) to take time for yourself once in a while.

With him, if you want 🙃

I could see you two walking around a museum or art installation and talking about the pieces and getting into long debates about them. I don't see Eddie as a big ArT gUY, but I think he likes looking at the things you look at and trying to see them through your eyes. I think he's just fascinated by your mind and your vision and that's one way he's able to somewhat experience it.

And it’s during these moments away from all the lights and the cameras and the grunting and the moaning and the squishy noises that he feels so much more intimate with you. Because neither one of you is being your Work Self.

Eddie also feels 1000% more vulnerable with his clothes on. For someone who is naked for a living, he feels so much more exposed when he reveals something about his personality like a band he likes via a t-shirt or something like that.

He's still carrying around that Hawkins-induced shame about being a "freak" for the kind of music he likes or being ostracized for his hobbies. And I think there will always be a part of him that fears the judgement of that side of himself.

And for you, seeing him in clothes feels almost more intimate than seeing him naked? Because when he's naked, he's working, he's got his game face on, his bareness is like armor almost. When he is in his regular clothes, he doesn't have those walls up anymore and you feel like you're seeing the real him. He’s not Eddie Munson, Pornstar.

He’s just...Eddie.

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[copperbadge]

Having an entertaining, low-key Shivadh Saturday around here today. One of the subplots of Royals/Ramblers involves some light underwater archaeology, but Monday doesn't want to dive while she's pregnant, so Michaelis volunteers to let her train and direct him, diving in her place. He's just come up from his last practice dive in the harbor, and it's time to break for lunch...

"The gossip about these lessons is very funny," he added, nodding subtly at a man with his phone out, clearly trying not to seem like he was taking their picture. "Your brother sends me regular reports of my fame, you know. Lately it's half wild speculation about why you and I are spending so much time together and half amusement that I've decided to take up extreme sports late in life."

"Nothing salacious, is there?"

"Well, salacious, yes. Malicious, I don't think so," he said. "Nobody takes that kind of thing seriously, or if they do, the palace finds a way to deal with them. I've found that, once you cross fifty, you are assumed to be in a mid-life crisis until you die, so someone's always imagining that I've lost my senses. Currently, the question is whether the mid-life crisis is the scuba diving or the imagined affair."

"What a soap opera that would be," Monday said. "In this scenario are you also secretly the father of my child?"

"Naturally. The whole surrogacy is just a ruse to cover it up." 

"Scandalous. I guess it speaks to your character that a lot of people think your idea of a mid-life crisis is diving, though," she said. 

"Well, most of them have met me," he said. "Aside from driving too fast and always thinking I know best, my sins are few and mild. And I would put up with a great deal more aspersions on my character," he added, "for both the pleasure of your company here and the eventual grandchild. Although if it bothers you, you should tell Theophile, he'll put Comms on it."

"Nah. I never really hear much about it," she said, as they reached land. There was a little bank of outdoor storage chests, mainly for the few boaters who used the pier; he began packing the equipment into one of them, slipping some sandals on while she continued. "And I'm used to it from my surf days. Not exactly this, obviously, but when you reach a certain level in any sport, as a woman, people start to insinuate things."

"Unconscionable," Michaelis said, locking the trunk closed. "Unfortunately also a reality of life -- every few years, when the news cycle was slow, there'd be some ass who'd dig out a photograph of me with a random woman at a party and claim I was running around on my wife. It used to bother Gregory. Miranda found it uproariously funny." 

"What about you?" she asked, and he was quiet for a moment as they continued walking.

"It never really registered, I think. Some things did, some things I took very personally, but that always felt so childish. I couldn't take it seriously. May we all be so blessed, eh? Given the lives we lead." 

"Before you guys came to visit, our dad said to me that Ed doesn't look super far forward into the future," Monday said. "Dad wasn't sure Ed understood how huge a commitment he was making. Not like a two-year Eat Network contract, was how he put it. Ramblers do tend to live in the moment, but when he said that I thought, well, that won't be me. I might not have a life plan or anything but I know the proportions of the promises I make. Now...maybe I should have taken a long look at myself, too."

They'd reached the curve of footpath that would lead them around the Maritime Academy's building, to the little grassy area with tables and benches; he paused, glancing out at the harbor and then back at her. 

"You know, you're well liked here," he said. "Not just by us, the family I mean, but by the town. It seems like you've made friends, too. I don't know that it needs to be said, but in case you weren't aware, you'd be welcome if you wanted to stay. You'd have a place here. Not as the..." he gestured dismissively, "queen mother, or royal surrogate, or whatnot, but purely as Theophile's sister. If you wanted. No pressure," he added with a smile. 

"I knew, but it's nice to hear," she agreed, leading him down to the tables, setting the bag on one of them. "It's not...in the plan for me, I think, but if I did want to stay, I'll keep it in mind."

"Do. And now, let's see what Simon has sent us for lunch -- ah, excellent," he said, fishing a pair of plastic containers out of the bag. "Cold curried chicken or roast beef sandwich?" 

"Split 'em?" Monday suggested.

"Won't help the rumors," he said, smiling, but he took half the sandwich when she offered, scooping half the chicken into her container with a suspiciously sporklike object from the bag. 

A picture of them having lunch together did make the gossip blogs the next day. Monday, lying in bed next to a still-sleeping Georgie, took a screenshot of the photo and clickbaity headline and sent it to him without comment. 

His response came back a few minutes later. Our union can never be. A fish and a bird might fall in love, but where would they build a home?

[blamemma]

OMG OMG IM SO EXCITED YOU’RE DOING THE MICRO FIC MEME! Your circus au has a chokehold on me so obviously I need to prompt SEAWEED! But take this in any direction you want.

very very sorry this is not mermaid au themed at all (although i am working on a v small thing for that actually) but this is where my mind went for this one

Martin had texted him, off-handedly, asking if he was free one night this week. Daniel groaned when the text lit up his screen, another Miami night out, or a Vegas pool party, wasn't what his aching bones needed right now, especially the week before Coachella. His diary was blocked off, tanning in the LA heat, sun beaming down on his skin, dirt bikes if he could be bothered to leave the house at all. He replies with a maybe and watches as the bubbles at the bottom of the screen appear, whilst he chucks frozen fruit into his blender.

Sick

Teams in LA for most of the week prepping for Coachella. You should take my new sound engineer on a date.

Daniel scoffs, turns the blender on and grimaces at the loud noise. He hasn't put any greens in, just sweet tangy berries and bananas with a splash of oat milk, refreshing. He pours the liquid into his glass, sticks a glass straw into it, and then texts one handed as he heads outside.

Who do you take me for? Dial-a-date

Send me a photo of him at least!

No. Martin replies.

Wednesday 9pm work for you?

You'll like him. You'll have fun. Promise. If not I'll comp all ur drinks at Coachella this weekend.

Daniel lays back on his lounger, brings the smoothie to his lips and takes a big gulp. It's been a long time since he-- Martin means well, knows what Daniel likes for the most part. It could be fun. Something different.

Okay. He responds

If it's a shit time though you're covering the bill as well. Daniel adds.

It won't be :) Martin texts back instantly.

-🍣😳🍷-

The waitress leads Daniel to the table he'd reserved, a quiet corner near the back, a wide table, space for plenty of food for them to share. It's one of his favourite Japanese restaurants, one he's been dying to come back to since he arrived back in LA. He'd asked Martin for the guys details, so that he could text him the address himself, but he'd refused to hand them over, told Daniel that Max would be there on time, and not to worry, reassured him again they'd have fun.

Daniel wipes his hands down the front of his colourful shirt, an unreleased one from his own Enchanté collection, a conversation piece he can fall back on if the guy is into fashion as well.

"Daniel?" He hears closely behind him, a thicker accent than Martin's, more European. Daniel turns in his chair, simultaneously standing up at the same time.

"That's me." He quips, holding his hand out to be shaken. It feels overly formal to do, considering they're on a date, but it's second nature to Daniel, at corporate events or in the paddock, to hold his hand out and deliver a firm handshake. Max takes his hand, shaking it firmly.

"I am sorry that Martin put you up to this. We have been friends for a while now, but now that I am working for him, he keeps on trying to set me up with his friends. I tell him I am too busy, organising all his crap and making sure it is all smooth, but he knows my schedule this week too well." Daniel's taken aback a little, by how standoffish Max is being. "Oh, I am Max by the way, did Martin tell you that at least?"

Max moves towards his chair as he's talking, pulling it out and sitting down, leaving Daniel there, standing, taking him in. Daniel fumbles, sits back down, gets his own leg caught on the table leg and tries to play it off cool.

"Yeah he did." Daniel replies, picking up his glass of red wine and taking a sip.

Daniel gets why Martin didn't send him a picture of Max. He's attractive. Muscular and shaped, long hair at the top of his head, all ruffled like he'd barely bothered trying to style it. He's got a loose white shirt on, top button undone where Daniel can see pale skin. A freckle atop his lip that Daniel can't seem to look away from. He's not conventionally attractive by any means, but Martin's done well. Martin knew.

"So, how did you end up working for Martin then?" It seems like common ground they can talk about for now, whilst they wait to order.

"Well, I have known him since we were very young, but he went off and started doing his music stuff, and I went to university and I started studying civil engineering but then moved into audio engineering. Whenever Martin was home, or I visited him, the music was fun, it seemed good fun. So I of course change my degree for him but he had someone very experienced on his team, so I worked for some smaller DJs who were not as good and I helped make them sound better. Anyway, Harry has now quit and Martin asked if I was interested still."

"Wow, so you changed your whole life plan for your best friend?"

"No, it was not really like that at all. I do not think I would have found the job I am now doing if it was not for Martin cause he introduced me to that whole world, but I am not just doing it because of him. I have two cats at home, I would not travel this much and be away from them all the time just for Martin, I enjoy the job."

Max emphasises two cats as if he's left a wife and two children at home, fending for themselves whilst he's off basking in the Ibiza sun or jetting off to another remote festival.

"You travel a lot as well Martin was saying?" Daniel smiles gently, finally being asked a proper question. Polite date etiquette.

"Well, I used to. First year of retirement for me. Was an F1 driver. Won a couple of championships, 'ya know. So yeah, not travelling as much now. Went home for a while, back here now for a bit, go see some friends, find out what life is really all about. Home is Australia by the way."

"Yes, I used to watch you. You were a very good driver actually." Daniel notes how Max says that as if he's an expert, as if he's been commentating on Sky Sports for 25 years and can spot a generational talent from miles off. He feels like he should be offended, but he finds it endearing, complimentary. He has this innate feeling that if Max thought he was a crap driver, he'd say.

"Well, thank you very much, I guess." Daniel says, taking another sip from his red wine.

The waitress comes back over towards them and asks for their order. Daniel takes over, ordering for them both. He's tried so much of it before, he knows what's good. Tuna sashimi, California Rolls, Chicken potstickers, Vegetable tempura, Salmon maki. All different types of things they can split and share between them. The waitress smiles softly at Daniel, closing her notepad and bending to get the menus from them.

"Can I please get a Gin & Tonic, and the Beef noodles please?" Max asks.

Daniel shifts in his seat a little, taken aback, but also slightly worried he's been rude. The waitress jots down Max's order and promises to bring his drink over soon.

"Sorry, thought we could share." Daniel remarks.

"I guessed you thought that, but I am not a very big fan of seafood. I guess Martin did not tell you that." Max's eyes glint as he smiles, and Daniel relaxes again.

"Did you know, the seaweed salad you ordered, most places that is in fact just shredded cabbage. It is much cheaper for them to make and of course most people never know the difference." Max tells Daniel.

"Well I hope it's proper seaweed if I'm paying $40!" Daniel says aghast, and Max laughs, clapping his hands together.

--🍜😄🍸--

They order plenty more drinks, and enjoy all the food before them, with Daniel having a few take-out boxes stacked in front of him to carry home, due to his presumptuous over-ordering.

Daniel adores how delighted Max gets, small jokes enticing the biggest laughs out of him, and how direct he's being. When Daniel says something wrong, he corrects him straight away. Daniel's also taken aback by how complementary Max is. He tells Daniel within 15 minutes of their date beginning that he likes his smile, and when Daniel moves on to the easy topic of his clothing line, Max praises the new designs Daniel shows him, and gently offers pointers as to what he thinks would work better.

When the waitress brings the bill over, Daniel almost feels saddened that it's over, unsure when he'll see Max again, maybe during the Coachella weekend, but he'll be busy, he knows Martin has a few warm up shows in Las Vegas and at Brooklyn Mirage before he plays on Sunday, so Max won't be at the festival the whole weekend. But he hasn't felt like this in a long time. Not since Scotty. And he doesn't want to let go just yet.

"I've got a cool vinyl collection back at my place if you're into that? Do you like cheesecake? We could get some on the way back." He tries.

"That would be very lovely." Max replies, a beaming smile lighting up his face that cause the skin around his eyes to crinkle.

"Great!" Daniel retorts.

--🍰😏🎶--

He wakes up to a dead arm in the morning, Max laying atop of it. Daniel pushes some of his hair out of his face, kissing his head gently, and then his lips, right over the freckle, before pulling his arm out slowly. He shakes it above him, trying to get some feeling back into it, before leaning over Max and grasping his phone.

A new text from Martin sits above the rest of his notifications.

Guess I'm not paying the bill then 😉 It reads.

[dear-demon]

Greetings, mun here! I wanted to make a pinned post as i don't have access to an about as i mainly use mobile!

This is a blog for Audrey, a lil demon kid with a big heart!

I'll put this post under a readmore as it's kinda long! ^_^

I don't have many rules as of rn but more will be added if I see the need arise!

First of all I want to say that I will always always go out of my way if I can to read and abide by your rules if you have an about, please do the same for me! :]

The main universal rules as always do apply such as no godmodding, please be literate (no one sentence replies), and please be respectful while interacting with me!

If you do so it's likely I'll get along with you great! :D Mun has about 20 years of rp experience and will try to write similar to how you do, though usually I tend to go long & descriptive!

There will likely be heavy and/or dark themes present! I apologize in advance but I do love me some good ole drama! Ha! It will all be properly tagged though, I promise. (ex: blood, gore, angst, trauma)

Also please be aware that Audrey is a minor so I will not be doing any shipping with him aside from childlike crushes!

I will likely include other characters to the blog eventually, such as Audrey's mom or others who may eventually be created. I will add their info as they appear and I can get to it. If these characters are of age I'd be open to shipping, though! I prefer it to occur naturally of course, as forcing ships is not my cup of tea.

(Please note this doesn't mean I'm immune to saying things like 'awww they could be such a cute pair!' in dms, that this won't be an invitation to force a ship.)

I am open to having multiple verses on this blog! :] If something drastic happens that warrants a new verse then so be it.

I will try to tag my posts as best I can but if i miss something please feel free to tell me!

Also feel free to send an ask whenever!

Oh yeah, PLEASE do not like or reblog spam here! I am perfectly fine with it on my main blog but on an rp blog it clogs things up and gets annoying really fast! Please be respectful of that here!

I don't really have the ability to make icons or anything for formatting purposes (nor am i really sure how...) so I'm sorry if my replies are a bit visually boring... ha...

I hope you come to enjoy my lil guy and I hope to make some awesome pals here! :D

Some info about the lil guy!

Full name is Audrey Deere (heheh)

He is 4'7 feet tall!

He's truly a sweetheart! Though being a half-demon sometimes less than savory intentions or urges crop up.

He's a faun! Top half boy bottom half little deer! :]

He lives with his mom in the woods near a small village.

His timeline is set in midevil times! So there will definitely be talks of witchhunting & audrey being scared of christian persecution.

Magic IS a thing aside from Audrey in his timeline but it is seen as very taboo and rare. It is often vilified and persecuted.

Please be aware though that not everything will be 100% accurate. I try to do my research but inevitably I will just decide that things happen there which didn't exist in the real world.

The way he pops into blogs is with a little power of his, he can create little uncontrolled portals when he wishes to explore! Uncontrolled meaning they don't always lead to where he wanted or expected them to!

As i can't really get nice colored pictures atm I'll put it here; Audrey has fluffy long brownish red hair, same as his fur! His eyes are a bright golden orange with a hint of blue when the light hits it right. & His skin is a darkish tan with a slight reddish hue (mostly in his cheeks and the blushing of his arms and torso!)

He's covered in freckles all over and his fur has tan speckles! 🤎

Here's a small reference for his fullbody;

[mackenzielovee]

my girl (part 2) - rafe cameron

a/n: im nervous as hell to post this. I even edited it ;) I really hope i did it justice. I added a lot of fluff so hope you enjoy (not my gif)

Summary: Your boyfriend, Rafe Cameron, takes you on a trip, and somehow manages to find trouble along the way.

Warnings: swearing, kissing, mentions of sex, fighting (blood, punching, hitting), and soft boy ! rafe

Word Count: 6.9k+

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Rafe's giggle is what wakes you up in the morning. The two of you had spent the night at your house last night - well, Rafe snuck in the window at midnight. Your parents didn't love when Rafe sleeps over, but Rafe claims he has too much trouble sleeping without you to even bother trying.

You roll over and find your cheeky boyfriend staring at his phone, a big grin on his face. He doesn't notice you move at first, your voice is what brings him out of his trance.

"There better not be a girl on that screen," you mutter.

His eyes shoot down to you and his grin only widens. He angles his phone so you can't see it at all, which makes you groan. He laughs lightly and leans down, giving you a quick kiss.

"There is," he informs you, "And she's hot as fuck."

You groan again and push him away from you, denying him of any more kisses. If he's gonna look at girls on his phone, you're just gonna go take a shower. You roll away from him and attempt to get up, but you feel the bed shift and then his arms around you, pulling you back down.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" he asks you, "I didn't even show you the picture yet."

"I don't wanna see some picture of a supermodel, Rafe, just send it to Topper or something," you say, trying to pull out of his grasp.

He's too strong for you, keeping you hostage in his arms. He laughs at your remark about sending it to Topper.

"I don't think Topper wants this one," he laughs.

You finally give up trying to escape, and you just lay there, huffing and puffing. Rafe looks down at you, grinning like an idiot as you pout. It doesn't truly upset you that he looks, you know every guy does it. But the fact that he's so open about it bugs you a bit.

"Just show me, then," you mumble.

"Baby," Rafe says, "I have to warn you. She's, like, super hot. Okay?"

"Oh, my god, Rafe!" you groan. He slaps his hand over your mouth and tells you to 'shh'. You laugh against his hand, knowing exactly what he's thinking.

"Fine, okay, here," he shoves his phone over to you.

At first, you don't want to look, but when you see a picture of you, in bed, asleep, with your mouth part way open, you grin.

"What the hell is this?" you grab his phone, staring at the unflattering photo of yourself.

"Your new contact picture," Rafe grins.

"Ew, no, Rafe," you shake your head. You try to delete the photo, but Rafe is too quick for you, jumping on top of you and grabbing his phone out of your hand.

"Don't you dare!" he shouts, locking it and throwing it on the floor so you can't reach it.

"That's a terrible picture!" you yell at him.

Jokingly, you try to reach down on the floor for his phone, but he grabs your arm and pulls you back up, then lays all his body weight on you. His head finds its way to your chest, immediately making you relax.

"So," he speaks, his voice softer, "Excited or nervous for our trip?"

You think for a moment about what the two of you have planned. You were supposed to go on a college tour with your parents today, but when they cancelled last minute due to an event with your little brother, Rafe offered to go with you instead. Your parents want you to look at the University of South Carolina to learn all about your options. You, however, know you most likely won't end up there because it's a ways away from Rafe.

"Both," you admit, "I'm more excited to go to Chapel Hill next month."

He nods his head. He's been trying to get better with accepting you will be attending school, and you've made him feel better by promising to share your bed with him and let him keep clothes at your dorm. That had made him happy.

You both lay in silence for a while, your hand absentmindedly stroking through Rafe's hair. This is his heaven. Just being alone with you and laying with you is completely enough for him.

"Hungry?" you ask him after a bit, afraid he's fallen asleep again.

"Hmm," he hums out, and you can tell he's too relaxed to care about anything else.

Your stomach growls and he hears it, which makes him smile. He brings his hand up to the bottom of your shirt and pulls it up, then brings his head down and leaves a kiss on your belly button.

"Rafe," you warn him, telling him you're not having sex with him right now.

"What, baby?" he asks innocently, smirking up at you.

He kisses your stomach again, then starts leaving more and more all around your exposed skin. You can feel it start to get to you so you sit up, spoiling his fun.

"Let's go eat," you say, your voice slightly frazzled. Rafe smirks, knowing he got to you.

"Right. Sex later," he states. You laugh, only because he speaks so matter-of-factly, and then pull him out of bed with you.

"You have to get dressed," you throw his shirt at him, "If you want them to believe you snuck in early this morning."

Rafe groans, but does as told. He throws his shirt on and then slides into some sweatpants, then takes your hand and allows you to lead him downstairs. To your surprise, your dad is in the kitchen. You hope he won't even question why Rafe is over at nine in the morning, since the two of you are leaving for USC soon.

"Morning, Dad," you smile as you lead Rafe into the kitchen.

Rafe gives your dad a nod and a shy smile. Ever since your dad had his back with the generators, Rafe has been trying harder to make sure he's on your dad's good side. He's been trying to follow the rules they've set with you, but sleeping with you at night is not negotiable to him. He needs you in order to get a good night's sleep.

"Morning, you two," your dad smiles, "Sleep well, honey?"

You nod a quick response to him, then open up the fridge and start handing Rafe eggs. Hoping your dad will get the hint and leave, you're both surprised when your dad pats Rafe on the back.

"What about you, Rafe?"

You turn, looking at the expression Rafe holds. He looks scared, but quickly tries to wipe it away as he gives your dad a smile.

"What about me, sir?"

You watch your dad grin, and you know he knows. Rafe hasn't caught on yet, or at least is playing dumb with your dad, because his expression does not change.

"You sleep well, son?"

Rafe nods, not sure of the game here but also not really wanting to play. Your dad is full on grinning now, and he pats Rafe on the back again.

"Good. I'm glad. I, however, did not. Some kid was sneaking into my daughter's bedroom in the middle of the night and kicked my bedroom window while he was climbing the tree."

Rafe's expression turns scared now, as you two have never actually been confronted by your dad before.

"Sir, I'm so-"

Your dad interrupts your boyfriend by shaking his head and laughing.

"Use the front door next time, okay? It's what it's there for."

Your dad grabs his coffee mug off the kitchen counter and exits the room, proud of himself. He knows he got his point across without being a dick, which makes him happy because he really does like Rafe.

"Fuck, baby," Rafe whispers to you the second your dad is gone.

You start to laugh, bringing your hand up to cover your mouth because you know Rafe is feeling very embarrassed right now. He reaches out and grabs onto you, tickling your sides as you laugh at him. You try not to scream at him to stop, because you know you two are already on thin ice with your dad.

"We got in trouble," you sing to him, "Well, mainly you."

Rafe pinches your side, making you fall back against him. He grabs onto you and holds you up, but you continue to squirm to get away so he won't pinch you again.

"You better stop laughing at me," he whispers in your ear.

"I'm sorry," you say, trying your best to suppress your giggles.

He spins you around to face him, then in one fluid motion, picks you up and places you on the counter in front of him. He's so fast that it scares you, and you cling onto him long after he's set you down.

"It's not my fault that I can't sleep without you," he tells you, his voice low. He buries his face in your neck and kisses you there, then up behind your ear, then back down again.

"Hmm, are you blaming me?" you ask, setting one hand on his back and another on his neck, bringing your hand up into his hair.

"Oh, yes," he mumbles against your skin, "It's completely your fault I can't get enough of you."

You laugh now, but his movements feel so good. He puts one hand underneath your shirt, which makes you reach down and stop him.

"Baby, we can't do this in here," you warn him.

"Right," he agrees, but does not move back or take his hands off of you whatsoever, "Let's skip breakfast. There's something else I would like to eat."

You gasp at his words, then giggle. He reaches around and grabs your butt, then picks you up off the counter. You instinctively wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck as he does this. He keeps one hand on your ass and another around your back as he starts toward the stairs, keeping his lips on any part of your body he can reach.

"Don't drop me," you tell him as he starts up the stairs.

He removes his lips from your cheek and looks at you, an expression you've never seen before.

"Have I ever?"

You shake your head at him, and then smile. He grins and then continues his work with his mouth, still working his way up the stairs and into your bedroom.

You and Rafe get out of bed after a while and take a shower together in your bathroom. He messes with you by turning the water cold every time you look away from him, which makes you shriek every time. He always laughs and wraps his warm body around you to shield you until the water get hot again, which is honestly why he does it. You two had planned to leave the island at eleven, but with Rafe's shenanigans and the lengthy shower the two of you took, it's nearly one when you two finally hop in Rafe's truck.

You two planned just to make the drive today, and then tomorrow you would go look at the school. The drive takes about eight hours, and you offered to pay Rafe gas money, but he politely told you hell no.

The entire drive, Rafe keeps one hand on your leg. Or in your hand. Or anywhere on your body he really pleases. You don't mind one single bit. He talks to you more about the school, and makes you promise that if you fall in love with it, that you'll go and won't let him be the one that holds you back.

And you feel so grateful to be with him when he says that. You know a lot of girls who follow their boyfriends to college, or girls whose boyfriends become freaks when they go off to a different school. You know Rafe would never be like those guys, which is why you're confident that you'll make the right decision for yourself.

The drive goes by fairly quickly, at least for you, because you fall asleep for about three hours. Rafe turns the radio off when you fall asleep so it won't wake you up, but he still lets his hand stroke up and down your leg gently. He laughs at the idea of taking another picture of you while you're asleep, and ends up snapping one quickly. This time, however, he decides not to tell you about it. He doesn't want you deleting them from his phone when he's not looking.

"Baby," he whispers once you arrive, "Baby girl. Wake up."

You open your eyes and feel his hand on your leg, then take note of where you are. It's dark out and the truck is parked in the lot of your hotel. You look over and see your boyfriend, a soft and gentle expression on his face.

"Hey," he greets you, his voice quiet.

"Shit," you swear, "Sorry. We're here?"

He laughs lightly and nods his head, "I'll go check us in, then we'll get something to eat."

You mumble out an 'okay', wiping the sleep from your eyes. Rafe left his phone in the truck, so you smirk and grab it, unlocking it and holding it down in case he looks to you through the window. You open up his photos, determined to change your contact picture back to what it was before, when you see the most recent one of you asleep in the passenger seat. He had taken it two hours ago. You laugh and shake your head, but don't delete either picture because you know Rafe loves them.

You change your contact picture back, then shove his phone back in the console as you see him walking back out to the truck.

"All right, come on," he says as he pulls open the door for you, holding out his hand to help you hop out.

He leads you around to the back of the truck and removes both of your bags, carrying them in one hand and your hand in the other. He allows you to walk through the front door of the hotel first, not letting go of your hand as he does so. He then leads you down through the lobby and then down a few hallways, finally stopping as you reach your room. He opens the door up and holds it open for you to enter first, then follows behind and closes it.

"Nice place," you observe, looking at the king size bed and the up-to-date bathroom.

"Yeah, it is," Rafe agrees, "Bed's gonna be my favorite part."

You smirk at him as he comes to stand in front of you, bringing one hand up to your face and pulling your hair away. He leans down and gives you a kiss, then another, then another.

"Can we cuddle a bit before we go eat?" Rafe asks you, and even though it's already nine o'clock, you nod.

He grins at you and drags you back on the bed with him, pushing the covers back and pulling them over the two of you. He presses you into him, wrapping both of his arms around you and keeping you close. It's not long before he sinks down and puts his head on your chest, wanting you to play with his hair like you always do. You do as he wishes, rubbing one hand on his upper back and another through his hair. He hums happily, so pleased to be here with you.

"Is this what it will be like when I come to visit you?" he asks quietly, leaving a little kiss on your chest.

"Absolutely," you tell him.

You're doing your best to settle every little bit of anxiety Rafe has about you leaving. You want him to be completely confident that you love him and want to be with him, regardless of whether or not you're a mile away.

"Jesus Christ," he mumbles when you start to scratch his back, "I am so in love with you."

You smile widely and reach down, grabbing his hand. You bring it up and leave a kiss on his knuckles.

"I love you right back," you tell him, feeling him smile against your chest.

You continue scratching Rafe's back, smiling contently every time he hums with satisfaction. After a while, he stops humming, and you're afraid he's fallen asleep.

"Baby," you speak lightly, "You still with me?"

"Always," he mumbles back, but you can tell he's fading.

You lean down and kiss the top of his head, stroking his hair again.

"Why don't we go eat, and then we can come back and continue."

Rafe groans, not wanting to eat, but knowing you need to. He should as well, since you two haven't eaten since you stopped for a quick bite on the road.

"Okay," he grumbles, sitting up and giving you a kiss, "Let me change my shirt."

He's in some random OBX t-shirt, and you aren't sure why he wants to change, but when you picture him in your favorite long sleeve dress shirt, you almost start to drool.

"Let me pick it out!" you jump up, scaring Rafe at your excitement.

"Okay, babe," he laughs at you, pointing to his bag.

You're not even sure he brought that shirt, in fact, he probably didn't, but you'll still get to pick out what he wears. And given the amount of times Rafe has done that to you, you think it's your turn now.

You open up his duffle bag and start looking through the clothes he packed, your eyes finally settling on the shirt you had imagined. It's a long sleeve blue button down with black stripes going horizontally and vertically that make little squares. You love Rafe in this shirt, but you also love the memory that goes with it. Rafe wore this the first time he ever told you he loved you.

"I knew you'd pick that one," he grins at you when he sees you holding it, "I brought it because you love it."

You look over at him and give him the puppy dog eyes, swearing you could cry. This sweet boy is all yours, and you couldn't help but feel insanely lucky as your heart swells. You don't speak, nothing you can say will express how he makes you feel, so you hold it out as you walk over to him. He takes off his shirt as he watches you, then takes the shirt from your hand once you're close enough.

"So handsome," you tell him as you watch him button it up.

"Thank you, baby," he smiles at you.

Once his shirt is buttoned, he grabs your hand and pulls you out the door. You both realize once you get to the truck that it's super late and most restaurants are probably closed by now. Rafe asks you if you want to go to the first place you find, which you agree to.

He drives to the area in town where most of the students go, places he knows will still be open. You both spy a place that looks like a bar and grill, so Rafe pulls in and parks the car. He rushes around the truck and opens the door, taking your hand and leading you inside once he locks the truck.

You enter the restaurant and look around. It's more crowded than you expected, but neither of you really mind. Rafe sets his hand on your back and leads you over to a table. You keep your head down while Rafe looks around, observing everything. He pulls your chair out for you and pushes you in, and as he's walking around to his seat, he stops.

"For fuck's sake," he mutters.

You look up at him, confused, and follow his eyes across the restaurant, over to the bar. At first, you don't see anything out of the ordinary. You start to speak, and then you see the boy. Will. The guy from the fateful dinner that ultimately helped Rafe and your father bond. It wasn't a night you loved to remember, but it had its moments. You had completely forgotten that he attends USC, but you never would've dreamed you guys would run into him.

"Honey," you say gently, reaching out and setting your hand on Rafe's arm, "Relax, okay? Just sit down."

Rafe stares at Will for another few seconds, then looks down at your little hand on his arm and obeys you. You don't even bother glancing at Will, because you don't need to. He would be the stupidest guy in the world to come over here after what Rafe almost did to him at dinner.

You watch as your boyfriend sits, bringing his hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose as he tries to breathe through his anger. You reach out and grab his hand off of his face, holding it in your own and giving him a gentle smile to comfort him.

"Do you want to go somewhere else?" you ask him softly.

He shakes his head, "No. No, baby, it's fine. Let's just eat and get out of here, yeah?"

You nod and hand him a menu, but keep your hand in his. He's squeezing it, so you know he doesn't want you to let go. You waiter comes over to collect your drink order. You order a water and assume Rafe will get the same, but he orders alcohol instead. He doesn't even flinch when he shows the waiter his fake ID.

"Thanks, man," Rafe mutters to the waiter as he walks away. You take a deep breath, mad that your evening with him has been ruined by some asshole at the bar.

"So," you start, not addressing Rafe's drink, "You got much going on with your dad this week?"

Rafe shrugs, staring down at the table like it's the most interesting thing in the world.

When he doesn't speak, you sigh and reach out, taking both of his hands in yours this time.

"Rafe," you start, watching him look up at you, "Please don't get like this, okay? Just let it go. I want to have fun with you."

Rafe sighs and nods his head, then brings your hand up to kiss your knuckles, the same way you had to him in the hotel room.

"I'm sorry, baby. You're right. I bet half those guys at the bar are assholes anyway. Consider it forgotten."

He gives you a cheesy smile just to prove he's not going to think about it anymore, which makes you smile back. He starts chatting with you about what his dad has him working on, and confides in you about how he really just wants to do well for him. The waiter brings Rafe's drink from the bar, which he barely touches as you sit. The food comes out and Rafe continues to steal off of your plate, using the defense that you never finish your food anyway. You pretend to be mad at him but truthfully, you couldn't be happier. And you're thankful that his glass sits full on the table, because Rafe never has just one drink.

Rafe throws his napkin down on his plate as he finishes, then reaches out and opens his hand on the table, signaling that he wants yours. You give it to him and watch as his large hand closes around your small one.

"You know," he tells you, a smirk on his face, "I can't wait to put a fatass fucking diamond on this finger."

His thumb grazes over your ring finger on your left hand, making butterflies erupt all in your stomach. You two had discussed marriage only as an option for way down the line, but the way he looks at you now, you almost wonder if he's thinking differently.

"Marriage already?"

Your eyes close at the voice, because unfortunately, you already know who is belongs to. He's standing behind Rafe, and you're not quite sure how you hadn't seen him, but he looks drunk as can be. You look to Rafe now, who's expression has hardened.

"Rafe-" you say quietly, groaning as he ignores you and lets go of your hand, then stands up.

"Excuse me?" Rafe turns around to look at Will. You can tell by how tense he is that he doesn't need to be pushed very far.

"Just saying, dude," Will laughs, then stumbles a bit to the side, "She's gonna meet a lot of guys in college. You know, guys who want to make their own living."

You stand when Will finishes his sentence, stepping over beside Rafe and wrapping both your arms around one of his. You're hoping if you hold onto him enough, he won't risk hurting you by punching the shit out of Will. Not that he doesn't deserve it. Will glances over at you, which Rafe objects to right away.

"Don't fucking look at her," Rafe snaps, "You really don't want to go there with me."

Will takes one step forward, smirking, "You have no idea what I want, dick."

"You know, I really recommend you move five feet back," Rafe warns him. His arm is tense in your grip, almost like he doesn't care if you're there or not.

"Or what, tough guy?" Will asks, stumbling forward, closer to the two of you.

Rafe scoffs, then turns to you and grabs your shoulders, pushing you off of him and trying to move you away.

"Rafe, please, don't," you say. He won't look at you, he just wants you far enough away that you can't get caught between them.

"Rafe," you repeat, reaching up and grabbing his chin, pulling him down to meet your eyes, "You're better than him. Let's just leave, all right?"

"Baby, just let me-"

"No," your voice is stern, "I mean it, Rafe. You hit him, and we're going home."

As angry as he is, he doesn't want to ruin your whole college trip by punching some douchebag in the face. He takes note of the look in your eyes, how serious you are, and nods slowly.

"What? That's it?" Will laughs, and Rafe tightens his grip on your shoulders.

"I'm going to settle the bill," Rafe tells you.

You nod as he removes his hands from you, stepping back over to the table and throwing some bills down on it. You pretend not to notice as he grabs his drink from earlier and downs it. He wipes his mouth, ignoring Will, who calls him a pussy. You watch as he takes a deep breath, then steps back over to you and grabs onto the back of your neck, possessively leading you out of the restaurant.

"Get in the truck," he demands, holding the door open for you.

"Rafe-" you try, but he cuts you off.

"Get in the damn truck, Y/N."

You nod your head slowly and do as you're told, flinching when he slams the door behind you.

He doesn't speak on the ride back to the hotel and neither do you. You want to tell him you love him and you're proud of him and you appreciate what he had done back there, but you don't. You don't question him when he pulls into the parking lot of the first liquor store he sees, and you don't say a word when he gets back into the truck with a brown bag in his hand. He puts the bag in the center console and closes it, then continues with the drive.

When you get back to the hotel, he grabs the bag from the console and then hops out, hurrying around to your side to get you from the truck. He holds out his free hand for you, and thankfully, he doesn't let go once you're out. He leads you into the building and to your room, holding the door open for you. You thank him quietly, but he does not respond.

Once you're back in the room, Rafe sits down on the bed and puts his head in his hands. You step over to your bag and pull out a change of clothes, which just so happens to be Rafe's shirt and shorts. Silently, you step into the bathroom and change, taking a moment before you go back out.

Rafe is sitting on the bed with a bottle in his hand, of what you're not sure. He presses it up to his lips and takes a long sip, then makes a face as it goes down.

"Rafe," you speak, your voice uneven. You step to him as he looks up at you, eyes softening as he sees you in his shirt.

He sets the bottle down on the nightstand, and before he can even invite you, you wiggle your way into his lap, straddling him, throwing your arms around his back. He grabs onto you just as tight, one hand around your back and another on your butt. You hug him for a while, bringing one hand up to stroke the back of his neck and soothe him. You hear his breathing start to slow, telling you he's calming down.

After a bit, you pull yourself back to look at him. You stare into his eyes and rub your hands over his cheeks, just absolutely taking him all in. You give him a small kiss, a gentle one, but it's enough that you can taste the alcohol on his lips. You pull away after a second and look at him again.

"You understand that none of what he said is true, right?" you ask.

Rafe nods, but you can tell by his expression that he's not completely convinced.

"Rafe," you whisper, watching as his eyes well up and he looks away from you, "Baby. Please tell me you understand that."

Rafe looks down at your lap, at your legs on top of his, and you feel a tear hit your skin. You pull his chin up immediately and make him look at you. He tries to pull away, so you grab the sides of his face and hold him still.

"What if he's right, baby? What if you go off to fucking USC and you meet some guy who's actually in school and going somewhere and you decide I'm not what you want anymore?"

You shake your head immediately, your heart aching at the sight of how upset he is over this.

"That's not going to happen, honey. I love you. I want to be with you. And you're going to be visiting me so much that I won't even have time to meet other guys," you smile.

Rafe shakes his head, sniffling loudly and keeping his emotions in.

"That's not fair," he says quickly, "That wouldn't be fair of me. You deserve to be able to go out and meet other people."

"I'm not saying I won't do that, Rafe," your thumb brushes the line on his face where his tear had fallen, "I'm just saying that I want to do all of that with you."

He stares at you for a second, watching your expression to see if you really mean it. He takes a deep breath and nods, believing you. You hope that you both can just lay down and be together like you had been earlier, before you dreadfully told him you wanted dinner.

Rafe reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone, glancing at it only slightly before he stands up, still holding you, and then spins around and sets you on the bed. He pulls his arms out from around you, and you instantly feel cold.

"I have to make a call," he tells you, wiping his face.

"What?" you look up at him, "To who?"

He reaches down and grabs the bottle on the nightstand beside you, then starts toward the door. He doesn't answer you, so you stand up.

"Rafe!" you yell after him.

He turns around and looks at you, giving you a small smile to tell you it's all okay.

"It's just a business call, babe. Stay here. I'll be back in a bit."

He turns and walks out the door, leaving you alone. You consider going after him, but decide to respect his space and his work, so you collapse down on the bed and flip on the TV. You lay in the exact same spot you had earlier with Rafe, when you two were cuddling. And you hope he hurries up, so you can finally get back to it.

Rafe's gone for so long, and you're so tired from everything, that you wind up dozing off. The TV is playing softly and the pillow are so comfortable that you fall asleep above the covers on the bed. The door to your hotel room slamming shut is what wakes you up. You turn around on the bed and see Rafe digging through his bag. You can only see his side profile, but you can tell his hair is totally messed up.

"Babe?" you say, your voice sleepy.

He closes his eyes and then turns to face you, making you sit up in the bed. His lip is bloody and his nose is bleeding. Your jaw falls open as you look at him, your eyes trailing down to his bloody knuckles.

"What the fuck, Rafe?" you raise your voice at him, standing up off the bed.

"I'm sorry," he says, but he doesn't sound like he means it. As you get closer to him, you can smell the alcohol stench radiating off his body.

"Who the fuck did you hit?" you snap at him.

He groans and turns back around, digging through his bag again. You wait for him to answer you, but he doesn't.

"What the hell are you looking for?" you say, your voice stern and loud.

"My fucking charger, Jesus!" he yells back at you, slamming his hand down on the table that his bag rests on, "How many goddamn questions are you going to ask?"

You instinctively step back when he starts to yell, crossing your arms over your chest as a way to protect yourself. He looks down after he sees you step back, knowing he's scared you.

"You can use mine," you speak after a minute, walking over and grabbing yours from the wall.

He takes it from your hand and plugs his phone in, keeping his back to you. You watch as he runs his hands through his hair, trying to calm himself down.

"I'm sorry for raising my voice," he finally speaks, quieter this time. He still hasn't turned around.

"It's okay," you say weakly, "Are you all right?"

He sighs, then turns around to look at you again. He stares at you, in his shirt, and thinks about how much he does not deserve you. How much he is not worthy to be loved by you. How he totally fucked up and let his anger get the best of him instead of staying in this hotel with you tonight. He knows he should never have left.

"I didn't have a business call," he admits, dodging your question.

"I figured that out," you reply. Your eyes shift down to the carpet as he admits he lied to you.

"I just..." Rafe starts, beginning to pace around the room, "I couldn't let that fucking asshole get away with it. Not again. He doesn't get to say shit like that-"

"Why does it bother you so much?" you interrupt, your eyes following him as he paces.

"Because-" he says, but stops himself.

You stand there, raised eyebrow and arms crossed, staring at him.

"Because," he repeats, sighing, "I'm fucking crazy about you and I can't imagine myself being with anyone else. Like ever. So if you leave me, I mean, that's it. I'm done. And that fucking asshole's got me in here crying like a bitch in front of you-"

"Rafe," you stop him, stepping forward and placing both hands on his chest, "You're not a bitch for being upset. You're allowed to be upset, okay?"

He nods his head, relaxing under your touch. You bring one hand up to his lip, wiping away a bit of blood that lingers on his skin. He has blood pooled up under his nose, so you reach down and take his hand.

"Come on," you say softly, "Let's get you cleaned up."

He follows you to the bathroom and you tell him to sit on the counter, which he does without argument. You take a washcloth and wet it, then bring it up to his face. You hold his chin while you clean the blood from him, and he stares at you the entire time. He loves knowing you'll take care of him.

You remove the washcloth and run it under the water as he sits there, thinking you've finally decided what you want to say to address Rafe's feelings.

"I hope that you listen to me when I speak this time," you say, your voice harsher than you mean it to come out, "I am not going anywhere. I love you and this is the relationship I want to be in. But if you keep going out and punching every guy that looks at me the wrong way, we're going to start having problems."

You stare down at the washcloth in your hand. You don't have the guts to face him as you say this, not really knowing if you're mad or sad or just relieved he's okay. You see him nod out of the corner of your eye.

"I'm sorry, baby," he says quietly, "You're the most important thing in the world to me and I don't want to jeopardize that."

You squeeze the washcloth and then bring it back up to his nose, avoiding looking him in the eye.

"Then please, Rafe, knock this shit off."

He smiles, which scrunches the space you're trying to clean off.

"Yes, ma'am," he smirks.

You smile softly, then bring the washcloth down and look at him. Even with beaten knuckles and a bloody face, he's still the most handsome guy you've ever laid eyes on.

"You're going to have to replace this shirt," you say, trying not to be upset that he got blood on the shirt you love so much.

"I will," he promises.

You know he thinks you're angry with him, but you decide to let him think that for a bit. You reach down and grab his hand, cleaning the blood from his knuckles. You excuse yourself for a moment and grab gauze from the first-aid kit in you room, then com back in and gently wrap it around his wound.

"And for the record," you start to speak, "The day you put that fatass fucking diamond on my finger, it's never coming off."

You don't look up at him, but you notice how he sits up as you say this, then listen as he laughs. When you finally bring your eyes up to his, he's grinning from ear to ear. He grabs your cheeks and pulls you in, kissing you with such intensity that you could melt right then and there.

"That's fucking right, baby," he says, pulling away to speak and then reconnecting your lips.

He leads the two of you out of the bathroom and to the bed, where you both collapse and finish what you started hours ago.

The next day after your campus tour of USC, you and Rafe walk hand-in-hand back to his truck. He's been making small talk the whole way about the dorms and the library, because he's too afraid to ask you if you liked the campus. He doesn't really want you moving eight hours away, although he'd never say that to you.

He opens the passenger door up for you once you reach the truck, then takes a deep breath as he walks over to the drivers side. He knows he has to ask you, he's just scared of the answer. You unlock your phone and start to reply to a text from your mom when Rafe climbs in. He doesn't start the truck, he just looks over at you.

The thought of you not being close to him absolutely scares the shit out of him. Sometimes he wonders if he loves you too much.

"So?" he asks, his voice unsteady.

You don't even look up from your phone, "What?"

"Babe, what did you think?"

You send the text to your mom, then look over at him. The look in his eyes makes you put your phone down, then reach over and grab his hand. He knows you loved it. He knows that's where you're going to go.

"I think I'm gonna like Chapel Hill a whole lot more."

His jaw practically falls open and he can't help but lean forward and kiss you.

"Thank god," he says against your lips, making you smile.

He kisses you for a while, just because he's so relieved he doesn't have to stop any time soon. He lets his hand fall down to your leg, and you grin as it gradually slides up.

"We should get home," you remind him after a bit. He sighs against your lips, leaving one more quick kiss with you before he sits back in his seat. He leave his hand where it is, though.

"You're probably right,"  he grumbles.

You stroke the bandage on his knuckles with your pointer finger, then hold your hand out and imagine what a ring would look like on you.

"Back to OBX," you say, more to yourself than to Rafe, "Where we belong."

"Damn right, baby."

[imerdwarf]

Sworn To Secrecy

Requested by @imagine-all-the-fandoms: Hey colleague ❤️ I really love your writing! So I also thought to send you an idea 😊 The reader is Bucky’s girlfriend but just a normal civilian and he keeps it a secret at the compound. One day she visits him but crosses the other Avengers and Sam is immediately flirting with you but Bucky just comes, swoops you in his arms and kisses you. The others are shocked and confused and later that day they finally tell them they’ve been together for a while now and they are all happy for you two? 😊

Pairing: Avenger!Bucky x Civilian!Reader (Modern AU)

Warnings: Absolutely none! Just a lot of fluff 🥰

Author's Notes: Thank you so much my dear friend for sending in this beautiful request, I hope you like it and please let me know if there's anything you want me to change! 💜

Your phone vibrated in the palm of your hand and your smile reached both corners of your eyes when you saw the name light up your screen.

Bucky: I can't wait to see you, how long until you get here?

Your fingers flew quickly over the touch sensitive keyboard to reply back, without any typos might I add.

Y/N: I'm five minutes away. Patience! ;)

The wind blew in your face as you tilted your head upwards and sighed. Your relationship with Bucky Barnes was absolutely not the easiest thing in the world. He had made you sworn to secrecy about it, to protect yourself and him from potential haters and enemies.

You were grateful that you were able to spend a lot of time together when he didn't have month-long missions to go on. The sunny afternoons were spent in your small apartment on the couch watching movies with a blanket draped over the two of you, often accompanied by a hot chocolate made from his secret recipe.

Everything about Bucky screamed safety; his big beefy frame, bulging biceps that he just knew you loved and deliberately bought small sizes to show them off, his thick thighs were a dream for you whenever you draped your legs over them to get comfortable. Nothing about him scared you, not even that matte black and gold Wakandan inspired arm of his. It did wonders when you were burning up with fevers.

You met Bucky by chance at a coffee shop in Brooklyn. It was a cliché moment when you accidentally turned around too quickly and spilled your hot drink over his white shirt. Endless apologies spilled from your lips while Bucky was too busy admiring your beautiful features that your words simply fell on deaf ears. To Bucky, it felt as though time had temporarily stopped ticking, and the only people in the coffee shop at that moment was you and him.

The two of you exchanged numbers with your promises of buying him a brand new shirt to replace the one you ruined. You texted each other every second of every day. The more you talked, the easier and the flirty-er the texts became.

A month after the coffee shop incident, you almost keeled over when he finally asked you to be his girlfriend. He regretted he couldn't take you on a date because of his status, and that never really bothered you.

You didn't date him because he was a popular avenger, with a staggering 100 million followers on his Instagram. For your protection, he couldn't follow you either, but that too didn't bother you. You dated him because you loved his personality and you loved him.

You zig-zagged past the oncoming pedestrians as the tower came into view. Outside of the gates there was already a crowd of people hoping to catch a glimpse of the avengers.

The security guard in the booth next to the gate was trying to reason with the crowd, sadly a building this well known attracted all kinds of attention and tourism. You were told that people from Australia would come to visit.

You approached the guard with a friendly smile. "Good afternoon sir," you greeted politely, pulling some I.D out from your purse.

"Good afternoon! Are you expected here today?" The guard smiled but looked over your shoulder to see the crowd was now taking pictures of the front of the tower. He shooed them away and brought his attention back to you.

"Yes, Sergeant James Barnes is expecting me." The way his name rolled off your tongue was like drops of honey. Smooth and sweet.

The guard checked the list of visitors expected today and hummed with a smile.

"So he is. So what you do is, go to the front desk with your visitor badge and they'll direct you to his floor."

With a quiet thanks and holding on tightly to the badge, you walk through the screeching iron gates. Your shoes crunch underneath the gravel and the wind howls through the trees that gives off extra privacy.

The lady at reception greets you warmly and you relax when you give her your name and show her your visitor badge as directed by the security guard.

"Take the elevator and go to floor 13. Sergeant Barnes is currently in a meeting but he won't be too long." Another thank you passes through your lips as you head off towards the glass and chrome elevator.

The ride up to the 13 floors was agonisingly slow. Classical music filled the emptiness of the elevator. The glass casing gave you a beautiful view overlooking the grounds of the compound. A rose garden of all different shades of roses up the far left of the green garden surrounded by cherry blossoms and hydrangeas. Benches scattered across the grounds that you hoped to one day have the pleasure of sitting on and watch the bumblebees.

This was another reason Bucky loved you so much, you were so passionate and kind against wildlife and nature.

Finally, after god knows how long you've been staring out into the garden daydreaming, the elevator doors ding open and you're greeted with a muscular blond God with a red Cape hung over his back and a creepy wide grin on his face. His scruffy hair made you think he hadn't washed it in a few days.

"I was expecting someone else, but hello!" His voice seemed to boom throughout the space of whatever room this actually was. Some kind of hallway, but you're pretty sure you would hear his voice from all the way from that beautiful garden.

"Uh hello!" You stuttered, taken by surprise that there would be other people here.

"I am Thor, the God of Thunder!" His arms went wide and so did his smile. Your mouth gaped open and closed when you recognised the name. Thor. God of thunder. Of course, you read about these gods and how he ruled Asgard. Or was set to.

"Thor! Of course," you chuckled nervously, stretching your hand out in front of you, "I'm Y/N."

"It's a pleasure to meet you! Please follow me and allow me to introduce you to my mortal friends," you chuckled at that line, and adjusted your sweater.

"Friends, mortals! We have a guest, this is Y/N, A human of Earth." Thor stepped aside and your eyes widened; you were only standing in the same room as the avengers, the same people Bucky spoke so highly of. Thor told you the names of the people in front of you, everyone was there and you wondered where the hell Bucky was.

Tony was the first one to step forward and looked you up and down by moving his tinted glasses to the bridge of his nose. You relaxed when he smiled, but only slightly. You realised they had not asked why some stranger was standing in their living room.

"You know who I am?" Tony asked smugly, his arms folded over his chest.

You nodded, your eyes flickered down his chest, his arc reactor lit up in a bright blue. You almost reached out to touch it but stopped yourself before you could.

"Uh yes. You're Tony I believe?" You blushed under their gazes. Bucky told you they were the best people, but to you they were very intimidating.

"Very good. What brings you to my tower?"

"I'm here to see—"

"Wow! Who is this?" A voice yelled out from behind you. A guy you recognised as Sam, or Falcon, or Birdbrain as Bucky liked to call him.

"Y/N!" Thor answered before you could, the rest of the avengers took a seat on the couch.

"Yeah, hi," a small laugh came out and it made your cheeks heat up when his eyes raked over your form.

"My, my. You are gorgeous!" He kept that grin on his lips as he stepped closer. His over-sprayed cologne was suffocating you. "Beautiful, just perfect, just—"

"Mine!" Bucky yelled from the doorway as he stormed past Sam to get to you. You bit your lip to hide the growing grin and failed, he swooped you up in his arms, your legs instantly wrapped around his waist as he spun the two of you around and kissed you.

Cat calls sounded from the couch and you smiled into the kiss. When you pulled away for air, the expressions on everyone's faces told you they needed and wanted an explanation.

You could only imagine the questions they wanted to ask; how did you know Bucky Barnes? How did a soldier and an assassin manage to keep a relationship so hidden under the eyes of a mind-reader and a super intelligent spy? How did Bucky not slip up to Steve about having a girlfriend? All valid questions of course.

Bucky lowered you back down on your feet and pressed his forehead against yours. Without giving the team an answer, he slipped his hand in yours and pulled you away, leaving the superheroes with confusion etched upon their faces.

Bucky gave you a thorough tour of the tower. He showed you the gym, the kitchen where he made you his favourite sandwich, he even showed you his room. It was painted in a light blue with white curtains and blinds, thick, soft cream carpet covered the floor and his bed was as soft as a cloud. It was a lot more comfortable than your bed, that's for sure.

Later that day, Tony ordered a takeout and invited everyone to the dining room to eat, including you. The way Bucky's hand was slung protectively around your shoulder didn't go amiss by anyone in the room. It was when he finally sat down did the questions start.

"Alright, what's the deal with you two? Is this a prank? Is he paying you darling?" Sam fired off first, pointing his fork at the two of you opposite him.

Bucky glared at him from calling you 'darling', from where you were sat you could hear the heavy breathing. Your hand slipped into your lap and into his, giving his thigh a firm squeeze to keep calm.

"Y/N is not being paid!" Bucky defended, outraged he could even think such a thing.

You cleared your throat and took a sip of water before speaking, "it's true and I understand it's a shock but Bucky is actually my boyfriend and has been for the past couple of months," you smiled, proud of the fact you were in a relationship with this man and it was no longer secret.

"How the hell did that happen?" Tony queried, waving his chopsticks in the air, flabbergasted by the whole situation.

"What, you think I'm not capable of meeting people?" Bucky challenged, not really enjoying the interrogation which was the whole reason he didn't want to say anything at the beginning.

"Well of course I wouldn't be surprised if it was Capsicle here but it's you," Tony snorted.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Bucky was yelling and turning red with anger when Nat sought the opportunity to take the heat off the two men.

"So, Y/N. Tell us about yourself."

Tags: @smokeybluebrooke-lyn @pinkdiamond1016

[yoonieboonie]

The Substitute Lover (6)

word count: 2.5k

genre: fluff, angst hehe

pairing: myg x reader

summary: Finally meeting the college boy you’ve been eyeing on for months, everything goes wrong when you realise what you’re really getting yourself into.

a/n: this is part 6 !!! Thank you for the feedback from last chapter!  The vote for updates was split so I updated on the weekends and weekdays! :> If you can, please please please leave me a feedback after reading this chapter. :> Thank you!!!

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"Joonie, you promised." You groan into your phone. You are pacing back and forth in your apartment as you talk to Namjoon who decided to do a raincheck on your plans today. You were supposed to buy a gift for your Mom as her birthday was near. If you can't be there physically, you at least wanted to send something.

"I know, Y/N." he sighed on the other line. "I was pulled in by Mijin saying Mrs. Lee needs me for rehearsals. No one else in our batch can play flute but me." you can hear in his voice that he wasn't fond of the circumstances too, so you decided to let it go. You can just go alone.

"I contacted Hoba, he can take you."

You found yourself roaming the mall alone for a good hour when you receive a message, asking where you are. Assuming that it was Hoseok's new number, you respond with your location and saved it under the name "Hobi" as you pocketed it to continue your stroll.

You turn to a corner and your mouth opened to gape like a fish. Yoongi is walking towards you with his hands in his pockets. He finally reaches you as you close your mouth.

"I'm assuming Joon didn't tell you that I was coming?" He mused. I shook my head mutely.

"Does Eujin know about this?" you asked. You didn't mean to impose. Yoongi nodded his head. Why was he lying about something as simple as this?

He doesn't know. He doesn't even know why he said yes to this at all. All he knows is that he intends to enjoy today. He's having too much on his plate. You shrugged and cleared your throat.

"I want to buy a shark charm." you said, not looking at him.

"Shark?" he repeated. You put your hands together and placed it above your head as if to act like fins. "Sharks. Jaws. Fish are friends, not food?" you mused.

This made him smile to himself. You really are a peculiar one. "That's my favourite animal to exist, I'm giving that to my mom as something to remember me by."

He nods in understanding. He then leads you to what you assumed were a jewelry store. You trail behind him quietly. This was the start of your friendship and you didn't want to jinx it by doing or saying anything stupid.

You two walk around the store quietly. Charms of different sizes and figures displayed in a glass case, sparkling in the lights that illuminated the whole store. You try to focus on looking for the charm you intend to buy, momentarily forgetting about Yoongi.

You hear a throat cleared beside you and you turn thinking it was Yoongi, rushing you to hurry and pick already. To your surprise, you were faced with a handsome, handsome young man. Confused, you moved to the side, thinking that you may have blocked his way.

"Anything I can help you with, ma'am?" the man asked politely. You then realised that he was a clerk at the store. You feel heat creep up your cheeks just as you failed to answer immediately. You were too busy being flustered to even open your mouth.

Yoongi was quickly beside you, making you recollect yourself.

"I-I'm looking for a shark charm." You said, and awkwardly doing the fin thing you did for Yoongi earlier. The man in front of you chuckled heartily, revealing a dimple on his cheek. You found yourself blushing again.

Yoongi clicked his tongue in annoyance and lifted his hands to bring your "fins" down. Once your hands are back to your sides, he spoke up.

"He knows what a shark is, Y/N. You don't have to do the hands." You nod, and subtly glance at the nametag of the man in front of you that read "Jeongguk".

"Follow me, sir." Jeongguk paused for a while. "Ma’am." he warmly smiled again.

Jeongguk showed you all types of charms and pendants available in the store and in the end, you bought a bracelet charm. It was beautiful.

"Thank you, Jeongguk. My mother would love this, I'm sure." You thanked him one last time. He bowed slightly.

Yoongi was itching to leave and you are honestly sorry to take up so much of his time. So you both head to the exit but before you reach the door, you hear a soft "wait" behind you.

Yoongi was the one to turn first, and then you did. It was Jeongguk. You assumed you have forgotten something but he handed you a piece of paper.

"I wasn't going to since it was unethical," he explained. "But I don't want to have met you and not shoot my shot."

Yoongi snatched the piece of paper from Jeongguk before you could get it. Was he fucking invisible? What was this guy's deal?

"What's your deal, man? Don't you see that we came in together?" Yoongi asked, trying to stay calm.

"I didn't think you would mind, sir." Jeongguk explains. Yoongi shot a brow at this.

"The ring on your finger." Jeongguk answers. "She doesn't have one."

You try and keep a straight face and act unaffected with the statement. Before you can even reply, Yoongi was dragging you out of the mall and into the parking space, not even bothering to stop. He was pissed beyond words. Why was everyone endeared by you? This was a mystery to him.

And you? Blushing furiously at everything that boy said. He scoffed beside you, while you are still oblivious to why he got angry. You assumed it was because you inconvenienced him. You are already thinking of ways to apologise but you were busy not tripping. He wasn't as tall as Namjoon but he was relatively taller than you and you had to jog in order to catch up to his pace as he continue to drag you by your cardigan sleeve.

He was mumbling angrily as he dragged you to his car. You stayed quiet beside him, he must've felt humiliated to be with you. Had you not been with him, he wouldn't be mad right now.

"Yoongi." you call out. His head snapped to your direction. You cleared your throat awkwardly, and fixed your glasses.

"I'm sorry," you start. This made Yoongi's eyebrows furrow in confusion. "I should've just waited for Namjoon to be free and not have you come with me." you spoke up.

"Stop." He replied. "I told you before and I'm telling you now. I wouldn't be here if I didn't want to."

You look up at him, you felt your entire emotions surge and you are fed up with everything Yoongi does and says. You sigh as you ran your hand through your hair.

"Yoongi, why are you here?” you asked. “Have you figured it out?” “Figured what out, Y/N?” He returned. Your mind flashed back to last week’s events.

You were on your way to Mr. Do, your professor’s office, when you heard a female voice that made you stop in your tracks. You start hiding at a corner while at the Business Administration building..

There you found Eujin and Mr. Do hugging tightly. You didn’t really know how to react. After all, it was just a hug. You would like to put a little faith into the love of Yoongi’s life. She would never do this to him, you thought. But when he attempted to kiss Eujin you were quick to react. With your small frame, you pushed the two away from each other. Your chest heaving with every breath that you took.

"Eujin. Mr. Do." You cleared your throat. This made them jump away from each other. Like a fire was lit and burned the two of them. "I-I will pretend to have not seen whatever this is" You start.

Mr. Do, as you addressed him to be, seemed to relax at your statement.. After all, he will not only lose his job but also his dignity once this gets out of the three of them.

"But" you continued. "This has to stop, please."

The way you begged confused the fuck out of Eujin. Why were you begging? Weren’t you supposed to be happy that you caught her and can finally be with Yoongi?

"Y-Yoongi. He loves you so much, Eujin." You faced Eujin who has no emotion in her face but shock. "Please don't hurt him, please." You continued to beg.

Unbeknownst to you, Hoseok followed you to the building for you have left your apartment keys on the chair you sat on. He watched the whole ordeal as you started to beg. He wanted to zoom into the picture and take you away. You were lowering yourself to beg for Yoongi? He was infuriated with whom? He no longer knows.

"Mr. Do, please know that if this continues, I will report to the Dean immediately." You threaten and with that, you grab Eujin's arm and drag her to the restroom nearby.

"Don't fucking touch me, Y/N." Eujin takes her arm back as soon as you both arrive at the restroom. She made sure no one was around when she turned to face you. You can see clear as day that she is terrified with what you saw. She didn't want to lose Yoongi.

"I-I won't tell." you promised as you fixed your glasses.

"Why not? Wouldn't that benefit you? You can finally have Yoongi." Her voice was shaky as she said this.

"I'm not selfish, Eujin. I want him to be happy." You smile. "So please, while you haven't done anything you'd regret yet, stop now. I can guarantee that I won't tell him." you urge.

She closed her eyes, ran her fingers through her hair and looked in the mirror. She was still shaken but better. Without saying a word, she turned and left.

You had no choice but to watch her figure leave.

“Nevermind. I can go home from here.” You fake a smile. You bowed your head and turned to leave. Yoongi has had enough of you leaving and grabbed your arm. The contact sending shivers down your spine. You were quick to remove his hand and something flashed in his eyes. It was gone before you could even decipher what it was. “I’ll take you home. You accept these offers from Hobi and Joon, why am I any different?” He was going to start dragging you but you spoke up again. “Yoongi. we're friends, right?" you asked, as you removed the paper bag of the charm from his hand.

"Of course, we are." He answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Then don't act more than that. I asked you to give me a chance and you didn't." you face him tiredly. "I had to endure seeing you with Eujin for months and you didn't hear anything from me. The least you can do to is to not confuse me with all these halfass comments. I like you but I will never be a substitute lover."

With that, you turned to leave. Everything is crashing down on you. With the stress of having to hide what you saw, to your studies, and now with Yoongi confusing the fuck out of you. You just cannot catch a break.

Yoongi was too shocked to react, he wanted to follow you but what would he say to actually appease you? You were right, after all. Spending time with you honestly confused his feelings for Eujin. Hoseok and Namjoon knew this but didn't say anything. They took matters into their own hands and set you two up.

You sat at a bus stop as you rummage through your bag for your phone. Dialing Namjoon's number, he picked up after a few rings.

"Y/N?" He had a teasing tilt to his voice. "How was it?" As you expected, he wasn't in practice as it was quiet around him. You sigh into the receiver.

"W-What do you t-take me for, Namjoon?" You try to make your voice as stable as you can but it cracked in the end. The humiliation and exhaustion with the whole narrative is making your head spin.

"Did something happen, Y/N? What did Yoongi do?!" He grew alarmed as you cried. You heard shuffling as another voice spoke into the phone.

"Y/N? Are you alright? Where are you, I'll pick you up." Hoseok spoke.

"You were in this too?" You gritted your teeth. Anger and disappontment bubbled in your stomach, no matter how you tried to push it back down, trying to be rational.

"I am not a toy for your trio to play with." You finally spoke coldly. "I have feelings too. I'm not a charity case, Hoseok."

Hoseok winced at the lack of nickname and familiarity to your tone. He and Namjoon only wanted to make you happy, hence the setup of the date.

"Please, I'll pick you up." Hoseok sounds panicked already. "Y/N, love, tell me where you are." On his side, Namjoon watched shocked with how he addressed you. Hoseok was shocked too.

"Don't bother showing your face to me," You breathed. "I don't want anything to do with the three of you.” You were about to drop the call as a bus approached the station but you stopped as soon as Hoseok spoke again. “I saw you last week, Y/N.” You didn’t reply. You both knew what he was talking about. “It was none of your business. That was up to Eujin and Yoongi to fix—“ “Come on, Y/N! Do you hear yourself? She was cheating on him and you know it.” His voice was cold, you barely recognized it. “Even if Eujin did cheat on Yoongi, even if they break up,” You pause. “It still wouldn’t be me. Yoongi will never choose me.” “And how sure are you of that?” A voice spoke but it was not Hoseok. You glanced to your right and saw Yoongi who must’ve followed you. He was panting as his chest heaved up and down. He ran. The bus finally stopped in front of you. You gave him a final look. Yoongi’s eyes were begging you to not get in. But you did. ------------------------------------

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Watch With Me: Hart to Hart 1x08

Episode Title: Cop Out

Original Airdate: November 5, 1979

Why This One?:

Favorite Quote: "Yeah I suggest you keep that pretty red head of yours out of sight too, ok?"

This is an episode about Jennifer doing a story about prostitutes. So of course it opens on a soulful sax and a lady wearing red shoes that don't match her dress at all. This is not an episode about fashion.

She...charges $20. And she takes him to apartment??

Oh no, he has a badge. He's a po-po but he has a secret. He's also a SERIAL KILLER.

"Oh don't tell me you're looking for a freebie." and then he chokes her and rolls her dead ass out the door. Whomp whomp.

The Harts are bickering about where to hang some priceless piece of art. But also, they're goddamn adorable.

Anyway, Sandy is calling. Sandy is Markie Post. Sandy wants to talk to Jennifer because ... well. Dead lady.

Sometimes I wonder what makes them decide which car to take on any given today. It's the station wagon to go see Sandy - why not the Bentley? Why not Jennifer's benz? Max usually drives the station wagon.

Sandy wants the Harts to look into the death of her friend. The cops don't care about dead hookers.

"Now Mr Hart, the last thing I need is some hooker telling me how to run my department." Sandy wasn't wrong.

"Remember, the woman was a hooker not a nun." OK BASTARD.

Oh no, the vice cop Jonathan is talking to is the killuh!

Jennifer meets a group of working girls in a diner to get some info about the chick who was murdered. So of course a pimp shows up to try to...I don't even know. Woo her?

And he's every bit a cliche. amazing, 10 stars, I love it.

"Hey, a new girl in town. She's terrific." He asks Jennifer if she wants to have some action with Jackson. Jenn is all *blush* while the other girls chase him off.

Sandy is getting ready and she decides to put on a red wig. THIS IS IMPORTANT.

Cop guy shows up at Sandy's house and she's got the red wig and he's about to not be OK.

It's the next day and I think Jennifer is wearing the same outfit.

This lady has a really nice apartment however this room. She is suspect. I love the color blue but...

I might be just guessing here, but I'm p sure someone is getting lucky tonight.

Anyway, when an investigation runs into difficulty, send Max in as a pimp to get more info.

This working girl does not want a pimp.

But she's red-headed and she's out on these streets by herself and guess who else is sitting in the parking lot?

AND NOW HE HAS A KNIFE.

her car won't start.

The killer cop is coming to kill her but Max interrupts and gives her a ride home. Whew, she lives to see another night.

Smartly, Max is driving a non-Hart vehicle.

This will keep killer cop from finding him hopefully.

Max was out until 3:30 in the morning and he has a hangover. And he looks it.

Max got some information for them, so now they're off to a billiard place to find a pimp.

"We could make it worth your while." Jennifer is out here flashing cash all over the place.

If you guessed that Jonathan is about to fleece a pimp in pool, you win a prize! He clears the table with one shot.

Jonathan used to hustle pool. Jennifer was the college billiards champ.

Cop Man is still on the trail of the working girl from the night before.

Anyway, the Harts got the address they were looking for and they find an old man in a wheelchair. He sort of looked after the girls and he got beat up last month.

They went the extra mile to make his room look seedy. ew.

There's a picture in his apartment of a pretty woman (with RED HAIR) who was his first hooker and she died a few weeks ago.

So the Harts go see the Lieutenant and want him to follow their lead and put an undercover out on the street in a red wig as bait. But they tell Killer Cop this information which ruins the whole thing before it begins.

So the sting fails, ofc.

Button up your shirt, bro. This is a family show.

Jonathan promised to leave the lieutenant alone if the sting fails but he did not say he would stop looking into it. So he finds evidence of the red wig so...

He goes and annoys the lieutenant.

Now our girl is off telling the red-headed working girl to stay out of sight so she's in seedy-ville talking to the working girls and GUESS who sees her?

you know where this is going, right?

Jonathan goes into Killer Cop's office to talk to him but he's not there so he starts to snoop. Finds him a bottle of cologne that his sniffer recognizes from Sandy's apartment. And in another drawer? The picture that wheelchair pimp had in his apartment. It's his... BOMP BOMP ... mom.

Back at the diner, Killer Cop is fixated on Jennifer's hair which is not very red but apparently it's red enough.

Jonathan realizes Killer Cop is in the same area Jennifer is in.

So close, in fact, dude is stalking her in a parking garage with a gun.

He shoots twice. And misses twice. And jennifer is like "jesus" and hides.

she runs around the parking garage trying to get people to stop and they just try to run her down. jeez LA. be chill.

Jonathan to save the day!

"I think he thought I was one of the girls." Are you ok? "I guess Im going to have to change my walk. "Don't you dare."

THIS EPISODE HAS the NOW love theme!! literally jonathan is playing it on the piano *swoon*

LOOK. JUST LOOK how cute they are. they dance. they make out. Freeway hides his face.brilliant briliant yes all of this.

Next stop on this tour is "With This Gun I Thee Wed" - an episode with Jonathan's old girlfriend.

[sugaurora]

idk... ur tweets, ur writing, you as a person just gives me so much happiness & good vibes 🙃 it's like seeing ur acc on my tl or a new update just makes me smile like a total idiot.. u have a way w words that can make butterflies grow in my tummy hehe ur writing is so captivating and powerful and im more than willing to fall in the clutches of ur sentences.. sorry if im being corny help

i hope ure not getting pressed abt updates and just take your time ❤️ idek u but u manage to bring a lot of joy in my life just by ur online presence 😆🤍 so for that, i'm grateful for u !! i can tell you're a very genuine and sweet person, and every time i pester u with pictures of anyth that reminds me of effleuer seokjin or namjoon, you're always matching my energy and it feels nice... being entertained by this kind of stuff 🥰 idk if u get this alot but you're a writer i really cherish a lot and there's alw this irrational fear in me that you'd leave this writing thing but hey its bound to happen someday maybe.. i just want to indulge in ur fics while i still can 🥺

oh, and this is bob-the-builder reader frm twt!! i love u!! (udh to say it back i hope u have the best week ahead)

pls, PLS 😭😭

I don't even know what to say! I just come online and slap around on my keyboard tbh. I'm glad to hear that any of my twitter shitposting and intermittent storytelling can bring you any amount of joy tho, that makes me so happy!! You can send me pictures any time of course, it's not pestering. I enjoy hot-blooded combusting over these guys all the time!

It's true that idk how much longer I have kpop fic writing in me, but I do promise I won't be leaving the writing world any time soon, I love it too much. So if you're willing to follow me into the world of original fiction as well, you don't need to worry about a thing!

Thank you for this sweet message, I appreciate you so much!! 💕💕

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Gateway Drug | Part Ninety-One [PT. 2]

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"Your little one is here as of right now." Dr. Telille says, pointing to a very little area to the far side of my womb and I smile before she switches the focus slightly and then looks at the screen with a slightly odd look before flipping through my chart. "At your previous Obstetrician, did they mention any abnormalities?" She asks me. 

"No." I shake my head. 

"You said in your history you've had recurrent miscarriages?" She asks next. 

"Yes." 

"Okay, Mrs. Sixx, don't be alarmed by this because there is a solution but this," she turns the screen to me again, pointing at a shadow in the picture that looks like it's creating bunny ears or something. "Is a layer of tissue that's not supposed to be there. It halts fetal growth, and ultimately causes miscarriages, often times even before a fetus is interacting with the tissue itself, physically." She informs me and I feel like my chest is throbbing from how hard my heart is beating. "The good news is that we can fix this, I've had to do a few surgeries like this before--we can go in and cut that tissue out without disturbing your baby, but we will need to have it done within the next week--two weeks at the most." She explains and I raise my brows. 

"What's my chance of carrying out my pregnancy to term without the surgery?" I ask, trying to stay calm. 

"With a successful surgery, there is a 80% chance of you carrying it to term, and a higher chance at not facing as many pregnancy difficulties in the future like you've had previously. Without the surgery, with your history, it's very, very probable that you won't get to four months without miscarrying--if that far." She adds. 

"What's the risk of this surgery causing complications?" I ask next. 

"30%." She replies and I breathe out. "You don't have to make a decision today, you can go home and think about it and talk about it with the father but we need to get it scheduled in the next few days." 

"Um, o-okay…" I rub my lips together. 

"And if you are interested in the surgery, we can go ahead and send it in and see if insurance will cover it." She assures me. 

"I don't have maternity insurance right now." I tell her and she looks at me uneasily. 

"No worries, we can figure the costs out after you decide if you want it or not." She tells me, calmly, and I just nod. 

I numbed myself. I would've been freaking out, having a meltdown, begging God to spare my damn baby for once...but as soon as she started in on what was wrong with me, the negative outcomes...I flicked the switch in my brain and just let myself feel absolutely nothing as best as I could. My nervousness was relief compared to blatant breakdown mode that I knew would hit inevitably.

And how the hell did I tell Duff and Nikki that I was going to need surgery that could potentially terminate my pregnancy--or suffer what I'd suffered before and still lose a baby? Oh, right. I didn't. At least, not as soon as I probably should have.

When I get to my new little house I'm renting with my savings, Duff's sitting on the little porch, drinking a beer. 

"How'd it go?" He asks me, standing up as I unlock the door. 

He couldn't go with me this time because he had to go look at a couple houses with Mandy, which I understand because they had already canceled once with a real-estate agent and would get charged extra if they missed another appointment. 

"Good." I lie, clearing my throat. 

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." 

Whisky's barking at us until he realizes it's me, and then he won't get out from under my feet until I pat him on the head. 

"I need to finish unpacking." I say before Duff can ask anymore questions. 

"Well, it's your lucky day because I know how to unpack." He states, grinning. 

I go change into pajamas and when I get back, he's pulling pictures from one of the boxes, neatly placing them on the coffee table in the living room and I pick them up and start figuring out where to put them. 

"So, my family really wants me to bring you up." He says, optimistically. "I was thinking leave Sunday and come back next Saturday."

"...Duff, I can't just up and leave right now. I have to finish unpacking, and I'm gonna be meeting with Nikki once a week and then him and the guys once a week so that's two different…" I trail off as he cuts open another one of my packed boxes with his pocket knife, a look of disappointment on his face. "...It's not that I don't want to, you know. I just have a lot going on right now." 

"We'd just be gone for a week." He says, looking at me. "It's the only time off I have for a while since we're doing a few shows in New York and Europe." He adds. "And I really want my family to know you, kinda, before you have the baby." 

"I don't know." I hesitantly tell him and he licks his lips. "I don't know, Duff, okay? I just...ughhh." I groan, raking my hands through my hair. 

"If you don't want to meet my family then don't worry about it, Vivian." He says it a little passive aggressively and I raise my brows. 

"'Vivian'? Since when the hell am I 'Vivian'?" I ask, mimicking his tone. 

"That's your name isn't it?" He asks next and I cross my arms.

"You usually call me 'Viv', or...something…"

"Well, I'm not calling you, 'babe,' or, 'baby,' since we aren't dating anymore so…"

"You're being a dick." 

"I'm not being a dick. I'm just family oriented and I want my family to know you and our kid and you're making up excuses to not go and meet them."

"Excuse me for not wanting to be judged." I snap back. 

"They're not fucking judgemental." 

"Oh, so you're cussing at me now, too, huh?" 

"Quit trying to start an argument." He tells me. 

"I'm not starting an argument, I'm making a valid point." 

"You're making an assumption." He corrects me. "My family isn't judgemental. They're really not. I don't even think they're worried with the fact that you were married when we got together because they haven't said a word about it. They just want to meet you." 

"Matt didn't seem so cool about it." I mumble. 

"Matt was trying to keep both of us out of trouble." He explains. "He wasn't judging you. He just doesn't like drama and if we would've gotten caught he knew it'd just be a bunch of bullshit we'd have to get thrown at us." 

I just stare at him. 

"And I'm sorry for cussing at you, but I'm trying to be positive about all of this and I really don't want you to start bringing in your negativity." He exhales. 

"My negativity?" I raise my brows, laughing humorlessly. 

"Please, just come to Seattle with me next Sunday. I promise it'll be fun and my family's fun, they don't mean any harm by wanting you to come up and visit--they're already talking about planning a trip when it's born to be here for you and me both for a few days." He adds. 

I think about it, seeing his eyes glint a little as he slowly smiles at me like a hopeful puppy. 

"Okay." I relent and he puts his hands above his head, folding them together, letting out a loud, "Hallelujah!" and I roll my eyes, trying to hold back a chuckle. 

The truth is, I don't want to leave Nikki stewing that long after revealing to him my miscarriages. He never came back when he left the therapy session yesterday, and I was supposed to go back today but decided I needed another day to just think about everything, but because of Amber's schedule, we won't be able to get back in the same room together--aside from me just visiting him--until next Wednesday...but with Duff wanting to leave Sunday and come back that Saturday, I won't be able to meet then, either. A part of me isn't even sorry that I won't make it since the morale of Nikki's story is that he married a maestro of manipulation that can play victim like no other but is really an evil bitch who loves to make people suffer. 

I gathered that after reading: 

"I married a fucking demon."

"Vivian climbed from hell just to neuter me." 

"My wife's a fucking lunatic." 

"I sometimes think Vivian's waiting for me to die so she can get the money." 

"I hate her." 

"I don't know what's killing me faster: my looney wife, or smack. Doesn't matter--they're both my drug of choice." 

"If she didn't know how to fuck I would've already left her." 

"She flushed every bit of what Jason dropped off last night. Cost me a couple grand. I'm so pissed, if I knew she wouldn't beat the shit out of me and go batshit-ballistic, I'd lay her out on the fucking floor. I'm sure it'd be like foreplay in her sick mind, anyway." 

"I swear she cums every time she belittles me." 

And, my personal favorite: 

"Just woke up from a fucking nightmare. I was fucking around with Vivian and Vanity and once they got their satisfaction they started eating me alive while talking about their love for God. Even with them gnawing on me alive with their shark-like teeth and their completely black eyes, stripping flesh from my bone and going at it like a fucking pork chop, I was turned on. But as soon as they started about God, how good and wonderful he was, that's when I started panicking a little that I OD'd without realizing it and was in hell or some fucking incarnation of it. I see now that's how they both got me, being hot and knowing exactly what to do to get me going. And now they're both sucking the life out of me, eating me alive, while praying to their God and acting like they're blameless in my destruction. CHICKS = TROUBLE." 

At least we both agree that we married demons.

It was strange for me to realize how he saw me--well, how Sikki saw me. Once I was able to differentiate between the two of them, it hurt less reading what he'd write about me. It was just confusing. 

One page would be an entire rant (with unflattering, random song lyrics to match) about something I did that pissed him off--sometimes things I wouldn't even realize I did to make him upset and then the next page would be decently positive things about me that he'd profess after waking up sort of sober…

I knew he felt guilty about how he treated me, most of the entries from the end of '83 to '87 had "I'm an asshole" or "I really fucked up" or some version of it in them but the deeper into '87 he got, the less and less apologetic he got. Both in real time and his dairies. 

Despite the black and white of his diaries, one thing still lingered in the grey area…

I stare at the little TV on my dresser, bowl of captain crunch in hand as I stuff my face while flipping channels, Whisky gnawing on his chew toy as a flickering, fuzzy and static blaring familiar face flashes across the screen as I turn to the next channel. My heart stops for a moment, my finger immediately going back, the screen and audio clearing as I see her. 

Clear eyed and competent. A far removal from what I last saw of her with her gnashing teeth and tortured eyes, spewing at Nikki and I both before he and her got into a fight that left her dragged down the stairs of our old house...guilt tugs at me, remembering the look on her face, the pain, the hurt...perhaps she felt as bad as I did about the situation. 

He was the one telling her he was going to leave me and marry her, after all. My feury swallowed him before it ever thought about swallowing her. 

"...I'm currently looking at other scripts for other films." She replies very calm and composed to whatever question her interviewer was asking...I'm assuming this is part of her press run for her new movie coming out. 

"If you could write a ticket for yourself, Vanity, what would it be?" The woman asks next and she furrows her brows, slightly. 

"Write a ticket? To go somewhere?" 

"No, write a ticket for the rest of your life, and your career. Just everything about your life." She explains. 

"Ohhh," She thinks a moment before shaking her head slightly. "I wouldn't want to do that, actually, because, um, everytime I turn around something new's happening. I'm a very spontaneous person. I just like to get up and go, and I've been doing that since I was fifteen...so, um, I couldn't say I'd like to write that ticket." She chuckles a little, but not the crack-cackle I was used to seeing in her past interviews. 

She's actually sober here. 

"I just wanna go wherever life takes me." She continues. 

"What you're saying then, is, you couldn't write a ticket because what you would write wouldn't be as good as what could happen?" 

"No, I don't--"

"--No?"

"No, I don't think that, I'm not saying that at all. I feel that I have certain goals in my life. Very big, big, dreams that I set for myself. But I wouldn't wanna, um, question God's way about where he's going with me." She states. "That's just...not me." 

"If you could go back and change anything--"

"--Nothing." Vanity says, biting her lip nervously, shaking her head. 

"Any of the decisions?"

"Nothing." 

"Wouldn't change a thing?" 

"Nothing." She buckles down on it and I feel my eyes gloss over. "Wouldn't change a thing…" she trails off, thinking for a second. "...Can't say that I would." She adds, softly. "Because each time that I've done something, whether it be a mistake in my life, it's always...what you might call a mistake in my life is never a mistake to me. It was a definite meant to be and it was a definite learning process. So all the pain and all the glory...I wouldn't change a thing."

She's so unapologetically sincere. 

I cut the TV off as they start closing out the interview, and toss the remote across the room, losing my appetite and putting my bowl on my nightstand before I allow myself to replay what she just said. 

And I cry, not because she was in a relationship with him, not because she tried to steal him from me...I cry because I regret everything. I regret marrying Nikki. I regret meeting Duff. I regret getting pegnant. 

I'm not angry at her.

I envy her.

[scandeniall]

mirrors for friends //ch.5

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pairing: TBD x reader

notes *this is the version of the song they cover 

chapter 5: We drive, We Film

The music is blaring when Atsumu pulls up. He's bobbing his head along to the guitar, hardly sparing you a glance as you slide into the passenger seat. Despite that, you offer a quick greeting as the car speeds off before you even finish putting your seatbelt on. You nod along to the familiar song as the two of you shoot through the street, 

“And I don't care if you're sick, I don't care if you're contagious,” you begin Atsumu chiming in matching your pitch.  

“I would kiss you even if you were dead” “Would somebody make me go blind for the rest of my life, cause I’d do anything to hold your hand.” 

You find your hand hanging out the window as you two sing along to the rest of the song. Once it ends, Atsumu lowers the volume, enough to have a conversation. “I see ya changed from a sweaty slob and are now looking better.” You roll your eyes at the bassist, and had he not been driving you probably would’ve resorted to slapping the back of his head. “Why do I willingly hang out with you. And, where are we going anyways?” You question, remembering your promise to Iwaizumi

 You ignore his comment about you clearly not having any other friends as you send a message to Iwaizumi confirming your location. You let out a little laugh at Iwaizumi’s complaint about the blonde always running his plans, before locking your phone. “Who ya texting?” Atsumu takes his first real look at you for the night as he slows at the red light. “Iwa, just telling him if I die tonight it's all your fault.Your driving fucking sucks” You follow up the sentence flicking off your friend who looks unbothered. 

“Speaking of our dear Iwa, you know something that me and Kuroo don't.” Your eyes widen just the tiniest bit as he grants you a knowing smirk. “But I’ll let that go for now. How's the tattoo healing?” Just like that Atsumu’s voice shifts into a more serious tone and you groan loudly. You instantly catch on to the real meaning of the question. How are you doing?  “Not you too”. 

“C’mon, I’m just checking on ya (Y/N). Making sure you’re ok. Took me a minute but then I remembered you showed me the picture a few months ago.” His gaze focuses back on the road giving you at least the relief from his stare down. “First Iwa, now you. And I know Kuroo is gonna pick my brain the second he gets the chance,” your words come out in a huff of annoyance. “What can we say, we care about ya. The band would flop without our front man.” His tease is enough to lighten the tension that began to grow as you rolled your eyes again. “Our combined hotness would drop by like 90% without me.” 

“More like 5%” He could only laugh as you promptly told him to go to hell, as you turned the music back up some. The rest of the drive was void of any conversation. The only noises coming from the radio and any time either of you would sing along to what was playing out. Atsumu would only shoot you annoyed looks, whenever you’d skip one of the songs he had to which you'd just shrug without a care.  

“Hey Samu.” You and Atsumu spoke at the same time as you slid into the booth. “What are you two sharing a single brain cell now?” Your look of disgust is enough to cause the gray haired twin to laugh. “The only thing I’d ever share with Atsumu is my foot up his ass.” 

“That’s a real cute way of saying you’re the dumb one of us.” The blonde catches the wrist of your arm that aims a punch at his shoulder easily. “Take you and your shitty dye job over there next to your brother,” you mutter pushing your bandmate out of the booth next to you. He obliges, moving so that him and Osamu are both sitting across from you. 

“Now Tsumu’s stupidity is gonna seep into my head.”

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“Hello boys, and piss head,” you greet cheerily as you enter the unlocked door of Iwaizumi’s place. You shift the drink carrier in your hand as you remove your bag, lightly placing it on the floor. The owner only raises his eyebrows at you while your guitarist just laughs.”What’d he do now,” You make your rounds handing off the coffee drinks you’d bought for your bandmates. You stop by Iwaizumi first who accepts it with a grateful smile. Next is Kuroo, who raises the cup in thanks. “Every time I hang out with him, I wonder why I do. He sucks,” you speak before handing Atsumu his drink. “Osamu really is the better twin, not by much though.” 

“You claim to hate me, yet you bring me food. Thanks mom,” the bassist mocks. You mutter something about it being the only thing that gets him to shut up before shifting your attention towards Kuroo. “Hey, can you go get our instruments, couldn’t hold them cause of the drinks.” He only nods, you asking him to please lock your door after. 

“We’re filming that song today right?” You nod at Atsumu’s question. While he goes back to typing away on his phone you settle onto the couch next to Iwaizumi. He looks at you and you raise your eyebrows in excitement. He shoots you a small smile and a thumbs up, and you struggle to contain your excitement. You shoot him a knowing look that the two of you have to talk later as Kuroo enters carrying both your guitar cases. “Bring my drink down would you,” is the only thing he says before making his way towards the basement. The three of you wordlessly follow.  

“Why are we doing this song again,”

“Come on old man, it’ll be fun, plus our dear (Y/N) gets to show off that growl today. Doesn't happen very much,” Kuroo smirks at Iwaizumi, shooting you a quick look from where you are tuning your guitar. “Plus, the viewers wanted us to do Gaga.” 

“Oh, you're just happy ya get to be heard more with this song,” Atsumu chimes in before fiddling with his bass. “Maybe,” is Kuroos response as he sits on a stool to tune his own instrument. “Besides, Judas is a pretty badass song. And our arrangement is pretty sick.” Iwaizumi can’t help but agree with you, opting to get the video equipment set up. After he finished you all ran through the song a few times before you were ready to go.  

“Hey guys, we’re Mirrors For Friends,” the four of you said in unison. Before introducing yourselves as individuals. “So, you guys asked, and we answered. You all wanted us to do Lady Gaga so bad,” Kuroo started before pausing for his self-proclaimed dramatic effect. “So, Judas here we are.”

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 “Judas- Gaga” You practically screamed out the last words of the songs, before bursting out into laughter. The entirety of the song both Kuroo and Atsumu were making ridiculous facial expressions at one another, and with you being in the middle of the two, you saw it all. That, paired with post singing adrenaline and the fact that you all were even singing it in the first place seemed absolutely comical You had been so caught in laughter that you didn’t even notice Iwaizumi come up from behind his drums to nudge at camera perched on the tripod in front of you. 

“Fuck- do you guys see what I have to go through with these guys. Iwa is the only normal one,” you joked out after your laughter died down. You ignored the said members exclamations about not being that bad. “Alright that's it for us today, we hope you enjoyed, and we’ll see you when we see you.” You stuck up a peace sign heading towards the camera and picking it up. “Say bye you idiots.  

You first pointed the camera at Kuroo who was the closest to you. “I feel like (Y/N) is catching my double chin at this angle. Stream our songs and we love you.” With that Kuroo just walked off the frame, and you turned towards Atsumu. “Say bye to the video fake blondie.” 

“I just want to say that I’m the hottest member of the band and-hey” Atsumu exclaimed as you just cut his segment short, before walking to Iwaizumi.  

“You know the drill Iwa. Your turn” This time you moved the camera up and down as if you were giving the audience a chance to check him out. “Now this is the real hottest member of this band,” you teased before aimling back towards his face. You stifled your laugh at Atsumu and Kuroo in the background yelling for him to take his shirt off. “I hate this band. See you all in the next video.” With your drummers closing you stopped the recording before letting out a sigh of relief.  

“Well that was exhausting,” you automatically made your way to the couch where you had your laptop resting. “I can probably get this edited and uploaded by tomorrow guys.” You felt the couch dip next to you and the voice of the band’s guitarist. “I can do it. I know it's been an interesting week for you,” he gestures towards your ribcage, where your new tattoo rests under your tshirt. The tone of his voice lets you know there’s no point in countering. When Iwaizumi gets into his band labeled ‘dad’ mode, you won't win. “You're acting as if I have a choice,” you huff handing him the camera’s memory card.  

“Shit- guys, I gotta go. I forgot the team got a last-minute practice match with another school,” Atsumu’s panicked voice cut through the room. “Were done here right?” He looked between the three of you sighing in relief as he quickly started putting up his instrument. “Hey, don’t forget next week we’re at Bauhaus.” He only nodded mindlessly, before making his way to the stairs, before stopping halfway. “That's the 3rd, right?” 

Kuroo’s thumbs out caused him to practically run up the stairs and out the door. Once the bassist leaves, he plopped himself next to you on the other side of the couch. “So lovely band members of mine, what secret are you two keeping from me and Tsumu.”

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a/n: yall know that one tiktok audio from what bgc? wheres like awkwardly quiet then its like “hey guys”--- thats how I feel after coming back to this fic after a month. But yeah life and then more LIFE. So with that, sorry this chapter is kinda awkward writing bc i literally havent written for this in that month at all. Anyways, now that we’ve gotten our band dynamics established we are kicking off the real plot starting next chapter. I still don’t know which boy to do so pls help a loser out. I think I’m gonna take out the possibility of Iwa though ????

[judgement-free-sideblog]

Blood, tears and sea breeze.

Warnings: ANGST, mental health issues, graphic depictions of violence, blood, cursing, mentions of sexual assault, mentions of sex, substance abuse.

Summary: The not so peaceful town of Broadchurch face dead again, while Alec Hardy continues his journey to redemption will this school teacher be the key to solve the mystery or just another victim of the ever watching evilness that seems to reside in the town.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 8: I knew

The morning of the third day since Jonathan Norbury's body had been found had started roughly for DS Miller, she hadn't have the chance to talk to Brian, neither as the SOCO nor her boyfriend, since the work in the cottage had turn into an all night venture, and with the time pressure on them finding any evidence was the most important thing at the moment, even more than date night with her and Freddie

And on the other hand she was grateful he didn't showed up, because that would imply she had to respond to his proposal to move together, and she would say yes, of course since Tom and Freddie like him and she was actually having strong feelings for him, and then she would have to tell it to Alec, and she couldn't do that to him, no yet at least.

They haven't been together that long and yet she could remember every afternoon working late in his house, with Daze pretending to not knowing anything but still making a nice dinner for the two of them, their silent walks on the beach where their silences said more than any loud scream.

But that was the problem with them, even when she hate to remember Joe, at least they fight there was more to their relationship than the silent understanding of loving each other, the biggest proof was that when she asked him to stop he simply said yes, and they move on, and they just resume their neverending friendship just like that.

That's why she couldn't move on with Brian, because that would hurt him and made him more emotionally reclusive, she just hope that Brian would be patient enough to wait for her.

A knock on the door make her stand up in a jump, she took her coffee mug and kiss Freddie and a reluctant Tom goodbye and wave at his father, before meeting his friend at the door.

"Morning" She said with a smile that was received with a dead stare like every time. "You look well rested" she joke and he only rolled his eyes at her before taking the coffee mug from her hands and taking a sip.

"The victims mother is at the station, apparently she saw the news and came all the way from London to claim his son's body" Alec said once he was inside the car.

"Yeah, well she is probably going to be difficult to deal with, Paul says they are wealthy people who own a major franchise of electronics shops" Miller said putting on the seat belt and starting the car.

Clementine Norbury was already waiting for them in the office, she was dressed in a tailored black pantsuit, and had short blond hair just like Jonathan, and the sad look of a broken heart in her blue eyes.

"Mrs. Norbury I assume?" Miller Said entering the office.

"Clementine is fine" She said extending her hand to her and then Hardy.

"I'm sorry for your loss madame, your husband call this morning announcing that you would come and asking about the case, and I'm sorry but we can't discuss anything about the case with you" Alec said trying to be polite.

"That won't be necessary detective, Hardy was it? I'm here on behalf of my son more than my husband" She said calmly.

"Excuse me?" Miller said confused since she was ready to have to calm down a posh entitled lady and this was completely different.

"I knew" She started and she took out her cellphone from her purse and put it on the desk "I knew my son was being unfaithful to Y/N, and I'm concerned that person could be responsible for what happened to him"

"Did you know this person? Clementine?" Alec ask coming out from behin the desk and sitting next to her.

"No, my husband and I, we were not thrill when he start dating a woman from Broadchurch, no offense" She said and Miller fight the urge to roll her eyes at her "But then we met Y/N and the positive impact she had on him, and I truly believed he was finally on the right path" Her voice crack for a moment.

"The right path? Instead of what exactly?" Hardy asked.

"He was a rich and handsome young man in London, what would you expect?" She said and Ellie knew her first instinct had been right "My husband send him here as punishment but a mere year later he was a changed man all because of her friendship"

Ellie walked out for a moment to make tea for the woman, remembering how Y/N had said she was only marrying him in London to make Clementine happy.

"And you didn't like Miss Y/L/N?" Alec ask the woman, remembering something he had read in Y/N's diary.

"She is a lovely woman, but if I'm honest I don't understand why my son was with her, but he was and in the end I just want him to come back home, and if that little town teacher would make it happen I was not opposing to their wedding" She said honestly, something Hardy respected but she was still an awful person.

"Mrs. Norbury when was the last time you saw your son?" He asked after a pause. "From the train station surveillance tape we know he never take the train last Tuesday, weren't you suspicious that he didn't showed up at home?" He said and start looking trough the folders on his desk.

"We are not going to look good on your provincial fearful of God eyes detective, I know" She started "But no, I was not worried because we knew he had been seeing another woman for the last six months and she had convinced him to finish his relationship with the teacher is simple, that's how life works, he ask us to cancel the venue like a month ago, and I was under the impression he would break up with her"

"But he didn't, did he change his mind again?" He finally found the picture he was looking for and look at it waiting for her to respond.

"He called me Monday morning, he said he regretted cheating on her and that the wedding was still on, and that this woman, whoever she was might take things badly, but that he was sure it was over"

"You didn't know? Not even her name? I mean she must have been important since she convince him to call off the wedding" He asked and make a sign to Miller to don't interrupt them since she was coming in with the cup of tea.

"She was a fling, I never thought he will cancel the wedding to marry the other woman, she only remind him he was not made to be a husband, and he wanted to be free, he always said she was not important, so I didn't ask"

"Clementine, do you recognize this?" He said showing her the picture of the crushed ring and the engagement picture they took from Y/N's cottage "Is this the same ring as this one?"

"Where did you find that? Jonathan said some stole it when that girl had one of his attacks two weeks ago, is my wedding ring" She said visibly shocked.

"It must have been hard to listen it was lost, were you mad at your son Clementine?" Hardy said pointing at his face.

"Of course I was mad, but not with him, I call her and I might have told her that well that she was not the woman for Jonathan... but at the time I thought they will be breaking up"

"And what happened next? Why didn't they break up?" He asked now looking straight in her eyes.

"I don't know, after that night he was acting weird. He got mad at me for calling her, he started to second guess his choice, he felt guilty about something, at the time I thought he felt guilty for cheating but now I don't know" She said now fully crying.

"Thanks Mrs. Norbury, that will be all, we will be in touch if something new comes out" Hardy said and Miller gave her the tea, she took two sips and composed herself before she could speak again.

"My son was not always a good man detective, but he didn't deserve to be killed, please find who did this" She stood up and walk away.

"Did you knew?" Ellie asked once she was away "Thay they have fight about the ring?"

"It was a hunch" He lied, remembering his promise to Dr. Florence about the diaries. "But it seems that something else happened that nigh"

"I know, otherwise he wouldn't have send the girl to her psychiatrist right after, do you think the side woman might be guilty?" She said taking the picture with the crushed ring.

"Maybe, first we need to found out who that was" He said and then he add more to himself "Why do they always have to be cheating?"

"Well I assume not all men in Broadchurch think like you" She said with a sad smile.

"This one is freaky!!" Brian said entering the room with unannounced and showing them a folder.

"What do you mean?" Hardy said a little surprised by the term he used to describe a murderer

"The blood remember?" He said showing him a picture of the living room after they remove the body. "I believe that was too much blood for a guy that was strangled, and it was"

"Brian, please go to the point before Hardy's head explodes" Ellie said looking at her friend loosing his patience.

"Al right, the blood on the floor had been frozen, it was the victim's blood but who ever did this collect about two pints of his blood and save it to set the crime scene"

"That's..." Alec was trying to find a word to describe the new information.

"Told you, freaky" Brian explained that the prints coming from the beach were in fact Norbury's but nothing much coming from the Cottage. "His house is something else, those guys were into weird stuff" He said and showed them the other folder and, the provocative underwear and sex toys that they recovered from the laundry basket in the victim's bathroom that Miller had overlooked.

Hardy felt uncomfortable looking at those pictures, not sure why, and he suddenly remembered.

"I need you to check those for DNA" He said. And both of them look disconcerted at him. "They might belong to the other woman" He add and Miller immediately understand.

"Other woman, what do you mean, you think these are not his fiance's?" Brian asked confused.

"We have evidence that he was cheating on her, and this woman might know something about his murder" Ellie explained.

"Well in that case, he might had it coming, he was already engaged, this lad must had been crazy to cheat on her" He said and Ellie smile thinking that maybe not all Broadchurch men were idiots.

Brian left with Miller to have lunch and Hardy hurried to lock the door and take out Y/N's diary, he scan the pages until he found what he was looking for.

Monday, April 15, 2019

11:00 pm. I feel like a child telling you this, but after dinner I tried to... oh my god this is stupid. I tried to have sex with Jonathan and once again he rejected me, is not like is super important but it has been like two months now, you are right doc, after he comes back we will have counseling together

He was disgusted to know that Norbury had been cheating on Y/N, so shamelessly on his house, but this might lead them to find whoever killed him. And he was starting to feel wrong about not telling Miller the truth about the diaries, then his thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door and he put the papers away quickly before opening the door.

"I'm sorry to interrupt Sir, but we found the victims car on an abandoned parking lot, with his suitcase in it" Harford said with excitement.

"Ok, let's go check it out" Alec took his jacket. "You can drive" He add to Katie disbelief.

"You want me to go? Shouldn't I call detective Miller?" She said unsure about what was happening.

"If you don't want to go, sure call her" Hardy said stopping for a moment.

"No, I want to go, sure let's go" She said and walked next to him to the cold morning.

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Amelia: 🔥🐦 Jac: Your mum will love it Amelia: she hasn't already seen it, that's a good start Jac: I haven't either Jac: I mean, I just watch the performances at home but yeah Jac: we've sent the flowers via one of those postbox ones, they'll come tomorrow Amelia: she'll love those too Amelia: maybe even more than seeing me dressed for 🎭🩰 Jac: send us your outfit too then, yeah Amelia: no way, they're going nowhere but my mum's facebook Jac: I am her friend, you know Isabelle: hey, I'm not! Amelia: add her, she won't mind Isabelle: I'm so going to Isabelle: not my Insta though Isabelle: I've blocked mine 💁 Amelia: it's okay, I don't let her on my insta either any more Amelia: she leaves too many 😳 comments Isabelle: Mammys are the worst Isabelle: 😬😬 Amelia: at least she understands socials, my dad is clueless Amelia: and he's not THAT old Isabelle: My nan loves selfies Amelia: your nan is my everything Amelia: if I could bring her to the party tonight, I would Isabelle: 😂 you're so wild Amelia: tear yourself away from whichever Tom it is and you'll see Isabelle: not with Pam thank you 🤣 Isabelle: she has a boyfriend Amelia: get it Pamela Isabelle: his name is Brian Isabelle: they go down dolly mount every Friday, it's so cute Amelia: I'm so happy for them Jac: Awh, how sweet Jac: What about Jackie, has she been dating? Isabelle: She never tells me anything Isabelle: she says she's too busy working Amelia: Jackie doesn't need a man Isabelle: You sound just like her! Amelia: cut me deeper, Is 💔 Isabelle: sorry, you do though Isabelle: do you listen to the same female empowerment spotify playlist? Amelia: link me, I'd probably I'd be into it Isabelle: [does, imagine those single lady tunes lmao] Amelia: 😂 Amelia: this could save my life when I hate the 🎭🩰 Isabelle: no, no, take this Isabelle: [some dance sexy sassy playlist she's listening to] Amelia: you should send that one to Erin Amelia: save the party too Isabelle: Good idea Isabelle: [some cringy tiktok moment of her dancing, Isabelle stop] Amelia: [a video of amelia dancing amazingly at some party or other recently that Isabelle had to go home early from so she missed it, cos we gotta remind the lurking bae who we are] Isabelle: 🤯🤯🤯🤯 YOU'RE SO GOOD Isabelle: you should post! you'd get so many likes Amelia: I was so drunk, that's all Savannah: I can't believe that's you! Amelia: 🤔 am I flattered or offended Isabelle: Meels has always been a good dancer Isabelle: you should teach me Amelia: we can start tonight if it won't make Tom rage that he isn't teaching you something Isabelle: it's for his benefit Isabelle: so many lads are gonna be 😍 at you Amelia: they'll be looking at you if I do it right Isabelle: I'm fine with that 😋 Amelia: me too Jac: [some message between Ty and this Tom with some form of insider info they've made him get lol like you're welcome Isabelle but you also owe us now] Amelia: I'm seriously not understanding why you like him, Is Isabelle: 😲 OMG OMG Isabelle: it is so useful having a boy on our team Isabelle: thank you Ty, ahhhhhhh Isabelle: [pictures of him like hello] Savannah: We all want you to be happy Isabelle: 🥺🥺 awwwww Savannah: did you narrow down your outfit picks yet? Isabelle: no, I'm making toasties Isabelle: mum said I have to line my stomach 🙄 Jac: I hope that doesn't make a reappearance later Amelia: Erin's 🏠 is lovely, try not to redecorate it for her Amelia: can I stay over at yours, Is? Amelia: my parents will be all 😍🥰😘 Isabelle: 🤢🤢🤢 Isabelle: You can Isabelle: mum's on nights so she'll be gone and we won't have to worry about waking her up Amelia: if Tom's staying too, tell me now because that's as 🤢 Isabelle: Amelia! Amelia: I don't want to see or hear it, sorry Isabelle: he won't be staying, oh my gosh Amelia: okay Isabelle: I'm not a slag Isabelle: that's just what Kane put about when I dumped him for two-timing me Amelia: until I shut him up Isabelle: Ha, that was funny Isabelle: I thought he was gonna cry Amelia: he probably did when he went home Jac: 👏 Amelia: I should probably go get 🎭🩰 ready Amelia: 😣 this 👗 though Amelia: I'm going to look like I belong on Pam's 🚽 to hide her 🧻 Jac: 😏 Jac: it's not like you can wear your grass-stained skirt Amelia: It's long gone Jac: Shame Amelia: yeah, I liked it Jac: and Is had a good time in it Jac: fond memories Amelia: I'm sorry, okay? Jac: ... Jac: What? Amelia: for the 'third degree' earlier Jac: Oh, right Jac: well thanks for apologising, that's mature of you Amelia: I can be, sometimes Jac: I wouldn't suggest otherwise Amelia: I just had no idea you liked any of Ty's friends Jac: It's not like a thing, is all Jac: I'm not like in love with the boy Jac: you'd know if it was serious Amelia: would I? Jac: Obviously Jac: don't be silly Amelia: I have to go, I wouldn't have time to be silly even if you wanted me to Jac: Make sure your mum has a good time then ❤ Amelia: she will, I've booked a dinner reservation and everything Savannah: That's so cute! I feel like I should be a better daughter starting today Jac: Same Jac: putting us all to shame Isabelle: I only got my mum a necklace from the market for her birthday Isabelle: and it made her neck go green 😩 Amelia: she's been annoying me less lately Amelia: actually being helpful Isabelle: 🥳🥳🥳 Amelia: I didn't realise she was good for advice AND gossip Jac: You know you can talk to us too, right Isabelle: ^^ We're your best friends forever Amelia: it's nothing, I thought I liked someone too but I got it wrong Isabelle: but you never like ANYONE Isabelle: no offence Amelia: none taken Isabelle: you'll find someone Meels 😙 Amelia: maybe Amelia: maybe not Isabelle: Of course you will, you're lovely! Isabelle: right girls Jac: But she can take as much time as she likes, Is Savannah: Ty has so many amazing friends when you are ready, but there's no rush Amelia: Thanks Sav, but they're not my type Jac: I hate to think of your mum waiting on her birthday Jac: you don't wanna be late because Is still hasn't picked an outfit Amelia: don't worry, I'm going Isabelle: See you at Erin's 💖 Jac: Later 👋 Amelia: yeah x 2