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be-missed · 1 year ago

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Call Me Babe For The Weekend (MDNI)

Vada Cavell X Fem!Reader

(picture not mine)

Summary: If only a high school reunion party is the reason Vada got to see you again, then so be it. Fuck her work commitments, fuck that blind date, and fuck the traffic lights. MDNI

Warning: curse words, smut minors dni. Story happens after college, so like Vada is older and have a job, so as Reader. So probably a slight ooc Vada and a slight twist in the original plot. Hate sex and like sligt angst. Cheating.

A/N: First time I will be writing for Vada. This won the poll so here you go.

words: 2.1K

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Everybody in the room clapped as Y/N finishes her performance on stage, some loud whistles from boys who aren't still married and have a child to support has been heard, while some other girls talk on how Y/N still has the talent that she have during high school, while there is Vada, just staring and reminiscing about the times that she get to see Y/N practice and jut watch her and be awed about Y/N's talent.

A slap on her arm gets to pop her own bubble "Now stop day dreaming and go to her" her friend Nick told her as she rubs the slapped area of her arm "Ouch? And why would I need to talk to her, she fucking hates me anyway" Vada said in return still following where Y/N went.

"Okay, she hates you, but you need to remember that she also loved you, like a lot lot" Nicki told the other girl "Please just fucking go to her, because I can't stand seeing you undress her in your own mind" Nicki exclaimed, begging her friend to just talk to Y/N.

"What will I tell her then? I don't want to start a small talk, she'll just probably not entertain me" Vada said with a sadness remembering how she messaged and texted Y/N when they broke up, or how she went to her house every time just for her to talk to Y/N. Well they didn't technically broke up, Vada thought, since Y/N just left after the last school year without even saying good bye to the other girl.

"Get a grip, please just talk to her. She's grown and I think she forgave you. Just talk to her, you deserve a closure." Nicki said and tapped her for some support, "Well here goes nothing" Vada said, getting up from her seat and walking to your side at the bar.

While walking, in every step that Vada take, she kept on thinking on what to say to you, how will you react, what will you do. Vada thought if you will just follow the lines that you said inside her head, everything will be just easy, but that's not the case.

"Still got that shiny necklace on your neck, I see" Vada started the conversation. Silence, Y/N is just looking at the bottles in front of them, drinking her sour whiskey. "Please, just talk me" Vada said with a small voice, looking at Y/N's face. They might not talk, or see each other but Vada for sure stalks every social media account that Y/N have just to know if you are doing well and if you happy. To Vada, well, you looked happier than you were, carefree even.

Vada got pulled out of her bubble when she was now staring in your eyes and said "There's nothing to talk about" and that earned Vada a chuckle and said, "Come on, really? Nothing to talk about? You left me, without any indication and now I get to see you after years and you're gonna say that we have nothing to talk about?"

Y/n lets out a deep sigh "Look, I'm not here to talk to you, I'm here to see my old friends and have fun. Interacting with you is not on my list tonight, so please, I am respectfully asking if you could fuck off" Y/N ended and started to get up from her seat and started to walk to go to the restroom.

Vada follows closely and said "Well I don't care about your list. I just want to talk to you and clear things out" Y/N then fasten her phase "Y/N please, just, can you" Out of breath, Vada is still trying to follow Y/N. Why are your steps so big? Vada thought.

"Where the fuck is the rest room" y/N exclaimed trying to find the rest room. A grip on her forearm stopped her from pacing around "Please Y/N, fucking hell Y/N, can we please just talk, I am begging here" Vada exclaimed, "And again, there's nothing to talk to Vada, so just fuck off" Y/N exclaimed trying to get her arm off from Vada's hold "Get off of me" Y/N said.

"Nope, not until you decide to talk to me" Vada said with a wide smirk knowing that she is much stronger than you.

Huffing, Y/N said "Okay, fine what do you want to talk about?" and Vada answered "Why did you leave me? You didn't talk to me for weeks and you didn't tell me you were leaving" and now, that statement made Y/N chuckle.

"Really Vada? That's your question?" Y/N said while looking a Vada's face realizing that Vada is not joking and that was her real question, "Are you really joking right now? You are asking me why I left you?" Y/N said while Vada just nodded.

"Wow, well for starters, you neglected me for 2 whole months, you hand out with Maddie more than me, You kissed her, and lastly you fucked her, while we were in a relationship" Y/N exclaimed, "So now Vada, tell me, was that not a good reason to fucking dump your ass and leave you?"

The grip on Y/N's arm loosen and she got her arms back.

"That was, I told you, I didn't do it in purpose, I was grieving, I didn't know what I was doing, please, just I told you right? After that day happened, everything for me was different. And she was the one I was with..." Vada said.

But Y/N wasn't taking any of her reason and said "I know Vada, that is why I was trying my best to be involved in your life more and be a supportive girlfriend, but you fucking kicked me out and closed yourself to me. I have given my best part to you Vada, I have given everything but you just shut me out and let that girl comfort you. It should've been me Vada, it should've been me that you chose to fucking go through things. Now tell me if that's not enough reasons."

Now a tear stained face is what Vada is looking at. But deep inside Y/N's heart, she had forgiven Vada a long time ago, she just carry that hurt with her. She might not be suck a the restaurant but she surely checks every new things that is going on in there.

Leaving town, the school, and Vada that day was the most hardest and painful thing that Y/N did in her entire life. Her mom said that it was for the best, since the more you give, Vada wanted you less. Because sometimes giving up and running away is the right thing and the most bravest thing that a person can do.

Y/N got still love for Vada, she knows it in herself, but it is exactly hard to trust Vada back again.

Y/N was now leaning back to the lockers while Vada closed the space between them and buried her face into Y/N's neck.

"I'm sorry, I know. I'm sorry" Those were the words that Vada kept on saying. "Let me make it up to you please" Vada whispered in your neck.

Y/N badly wants to push Vada away, her mind kept on saying no, but her body acts on the opposite side, "fuck" Y/N thought.

"You don't need to forgive me right now, but please give me a chance" Vada's hands were now situated on Y/N's side, squeezing and massaging Y/N's waist.

"Vada..." Y/N said, voice faltering as Vada started to drop light kisses on her neck, "Tell me if you want to me to stop" Vada said as she climbs her kisses up to Y/N's face.

Y/N and Vada are now looking at each other's eye, testing the waters Vada lean in, and just like a jack in the box, it surprised her when Y/N also leaned in to kiss her.

Vada was trying to get the upper hand by tilting her head to deepen the kiss, yet Y/N's hand was now on her nape trying to pull her away. Vada thought if Y/N will try to tease her then she will do things her way. So Vada's free hand travelled from Y/N's waist to her ass, squeezing it real hard, making Y/N gasp.

Vada then travels her kisses again down to Y/N's neck with her other hand making its way under Y/N's dress, squeezing and sliding her fingertips along Y/N's thigh that made the other girl squirm.

"Tell me to stop Y/N" Vada challengingly said to Y/N who got her head rested in the lockers with her eyes closed, with heavy breathing she said "Just fuck me already."

Vada wouldn't just fuck Y/N in the hallway, leaning into the locker, of course she would tease the other girl until she begs.

Vada then slid her fingers through Y/N's underwear, into the slit that's now forming a wet patch, "Getting wet are we?" Vada said with a smirk on her face, Y/N squirms and squirms trying to get Vada's finger to hit her spot.

"Just please, put a finger inside me already" Y/N said while squeezing Vada's biceps, and anchors one of her feet to Vada's hips that made the other girl closer to her.

Vada pulls Y/N's underwear to the side, and the moment that Vada's fingertips got in contact with her wet slit, Y/N stifles a moan and grips Vada's biceps tightly.

"So wet, think you're ready for me?" Vada plays with Y/N's clit a few more times and teasing her entrance "Please Vada, just fuck me already" Y/N desperation in her voice.

Vada started to again kiss Y/N's neck and slowly inserts two of her fingers. Relishing the feeling of being inside Y/N for so many years, how tight and silky it is, "fuck, so tight Y/N" Vada whispers, moving her fingers, massaging Y/N's walls.

A moan slips out of Y/N's mouth, a sweeet music into Vada's ears. It feels good to knowing how she pulls those sounds out of Y/N's mouth.

"Faster" Y/N whisper trying to grind into Vada's hands and anchoring her legs into Vada more, "As you wish" Vada said while she fasten her phase while her other hand gropes Y/N's breast through her dress that made Y/N moan, "Still sensitive like before" Vada thought to herself.

Feeling a little bit tighter, Vada grinded her palm to Y/N's clit that added a lot more pleasure to the other girl, "I'm close" Y/N said with labored breaths.

"Cum for me" Vada said as she kissed Y/N's lips to prevent the girl from letting out a loud moan that might get them caught. Y/N's hands went tighter around Vada's neck a she reaches her high, trying to grind on Vada's hand to help herself settle down.

Vada delivers light kisses into Y/N's neck, "You did good" Vada said.

Catching her breath, Y/N tries to push Vada away and straighten her dress from the wrinkles that developed from the past activity.

"What was that for?" Vada said, surprised with what Y/N did. While Y/N just looks Vada for a second and walks to the exit, Vada followed until they got into the parking lot and Vada grips Y/N's arm.

"Where do you think you're going?" Vada said angrily at Y/N, "Home Vada, so can you let go of my arm?" Y/N answered, "You won't go home until we are done talking Y/N" Vada says while trying to keep her voice down.

"We are done talking Vada, right before you fuck me into the lockers" Y/N exclaimed, "Your also gonna blame me? You said yes Y/N, don't make me take the blame for what happened because if I remember correctly you were begging" Vada stated as a matter of fact.

"Yes, I got what I need and you got what I want, we can call it quits" Y/N says and yanks her arms away and started to walk to her car while Vada follows her.

"Great, now you are walking away again, go, do something that you are great at. Go on and leave." Vada yelled to Y/N that made the other stop walking.

In a heartbeat, Vada feels a hot sting on her cheek, "Fuck you Vada, if you think a single fuck would get me back to you then you thought wrong. Fuck you." Y/N said walking towards her car and starting it, while Vada stands still, hand on her stinging cheek, following Y/N's car leave the lot.

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A/N: I know a short smut, but hey there's drama. Anyway, thank you for voting and sorry for the short smut. Hope you enjoyed it! I'm gonna bounce, bye.

#vada cavell x you #vada cavell x reader #vada cavell smut #vada cavell x y/n #jenna ortega imagine #jenna ortega smut

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usermakki · 2 years ago

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· ₊ ⊹ · ₊ ⊹ · ᴀᴠᴀᴛᴀʀ ᴍᴇɴ + ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛ & ʀᴇᴀꜱꜱᴜʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ;

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ ; neteyam, lo’ak, tsu’tey, jake, ao’nung, rotxo x reader

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ; mentions of insecurities + depressive bouts/mood, hurt/comfort, fluff, bad coping mechanisms, established relationship, na'vi!reader, human!reader, dreamwalker!jake, lowercase intended, and i think that’s it

ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ; pov by ariana grande

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ ; first of all, i've reached 200+ followers and this is my thank you gift for each and every one of you! thank you so much, for liking and keeping up with my content!! on another note, this post was completely unscripted, an anon sent me an ask regarding this theme and i just went apeshit lol. to that anon, you're the best <3

ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

・・・・・・ ɴᴇᴛᴇʏᴀᴍ

﹒ɞ comfort it doesn't take much for neteyam to pick up on your gloomy mood. he's well acquaintanced with your coping tendencies and is quick to pick up when you start closing off to deal with your insecurities. he notices all the telling signs—how you keep hugging yourself, trying to appear smaller, the constant change to your appearance, straying away from crowds and even going so far as to avoid him. your absence being the biggest giveaway, considering that he's so used to having you near. and the moment you start to stray off, he's hot in your trail. whatever your response is, neteyam has no problem accommodating you. he can hug you as you cry yourself to sleep, stroke your hair, sit by your side, and listen to you rant for hours, if you wish for him to stay. if you're the type of person who deals with things on your own, he'll make sure to take care of you from afar; leaving sliced fruits by your bed for when you wake up, leading any loud and nosy person away from your safe space, putting your medicine within your reach. even if the sight of your suffering becomes unbearable, he'll still give you all the space you need until you're ready to be approached.

﹒ɞ reassurance "hey, what does that matter anyway? you're the prettiest person in my eyes." neteyam will try to reassure you in all the ways he knows how; complimenting your new hairstyle, respectfully showing you off to his friends and the elders, partaking in whatever palliative hobbies you enjoy and even taking the time out of his busy day to check up on you from time to time. “my eyes have never strayed from you since the day i met you, my star. nothing that you say will make me love you any less.” he's willing to do anything to ensure your well-being. “i’ll even let you play with my tail. ouch! just don’t pull it.”

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・・・・・・ ʟᴏ’ᴀᴋ

﹒ɞ comfort for someone who spends most of his free time crowding you and dragging you in multiple different directions, in search of a new feat that will somehow end in him, or both of you in trouble, you'd think that lo'ak would be quicker to notice your disheartening state. perhaps sometimes it might take you approaching him to vent for him to notice, but that doesn't mean he's not attentive to your humor changes. he is perceptive, only a bit slow on cognizance. nevertheless, lo'ak takes a very straightforward approach, not very talkative, as he relies heavily on actions to do the talking. the moment he realizes you falling behind your friend group, your gaze lost in the distance, not participating in the conversations and, the most significatory indicator of your mood in his eyes, making degrading comments and jokes at your own expanse, he excuses you both from where you are and takes you some place you can let it all out without the concern of prying eyes. lo'ak will let you scream and cry it out for as long as you need. he'll stand to the side, occasionally offering praises and witty remarks, as you manage your dejection in whatever way you wish. lo'ak might not know the right words to comfort you with, but he won't ever let you go through it on your own. plus, he might get a good laugh out of you, and that's a great win on his book.

﹒ɞ reassurance “come on, i’ll show you something cool.” does a race, tug of war, or any physically demanding activity to release a bunch of chemicals sounds appealing to you? then he's your guy. “you’re the coolest, most intelligent person i know. if there’s someone who can do this, it’s you.” not to say he won't offer you a few words of consolation, on the contrary, they might sound clumsy and not very effective, but if you look past that, you'll still find comfort in lo'ak either way. “you’re always teaching me things, and if you can get me to understand simple concepts, you can do anything.”

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・・・・・・ ᴛꜱᴜ’ᴛᴇʏ

﹒ɞ comfort tsu'tey is another one who's very in tune with your humor changes. he can tell straight away when your mood shifts, there's no way to hide it with this one. he takes notice of you side-stepping around the village, keeping less time in the training grounds with him and more time around the scientists in the biolab. at first, he lets it fester, respecting your space and expecting you to come to him first because despite recognizing the signals, he's fairly awkward to approach you on this matter. but your attitudes get more drastic as the days pass; initially, you're merely keeping to yourself during social gatherings, only talking when spoken to, head low and eyes downcast, but then you stop showing up altogether. and tsu'tey still sees glimpses of you, skirting around the edges of the forest, avoiding him, it seems. tsu'tey doesn't let it drag any longer, he ambushes you before you can hide away, and takes you to the clearing you regularly spend your time together. despite wanting to force any kind of information out of you, he takes the easier approach and gently coaxes you into speaking up, mindful not to sound too harsh or eager. if you still won't budge, he'll suggest some ways to blow off your steam, offer to spar, or come along in an invigorating banshee flight, but he won't dare make this moment about himself. tsu'tey won't let you wallow in your misery for long.

﹒ɞ reassurance “hey, you’ve been doing well, and you’ve come far. i’m proud of you.” depending on what stage of your relationship you are with him, tsu'tey might vary between a constipated and gentle approach. but either way, he'll make sure to advise you to the best of his capabilities. “i won’t let anything happen to you, you’re safe here with me.” you might even be able to pull some praise out of him if you play your cards right. “you’ve shown me what true strength is. your character is unlike anyone i’ve known.”

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・・・・・・ ᴊᴀᴋᴇ

﹒ɞ comfort life as a human on pandora isn't easy, and jake recognizes that, so it's no surprise to you when he detects your depressing mood. you can try to mask it; by keeping up with your friends' quips and shenanigans, picking up different hobbies and activities to throw them off the fact you've been locking yourself away in your bunker for hours, and avoiding any talk concerning your mental and physical health. but jake is perceptive, that's one of the many things you grew to love and hate about him, try all you might, but you can't get him off your trail once he picks up on something shady. he starts by approaching you separately from everyone else, having more one-on-ones with you, then he switches to keeping you company during all of your meals, and he doesn't leave until he can see the bottom of your plate. jake makes sure to always be on standby if you ever need a shoulder to cry on or an ear to vent into, and he'll tell you that much, he just slips those words inconspicuously during one of your talks, and he makes it sound so easy that you just give in. do you need him to beat the disrespect out of someone? or to cuddle you until you fall asleep? no need to tell him twice, all you've got to do is ask. and he'll keep you company even after all it's said and done, as a reminder that he's there and he doesn't plan on going anywhere. he's just in reach for whenever you need him.

﹒ɞ reassurance “breath in, just like that. you’re doing great, sweetheart.” don't be embarrassed about crying, he won't mind the snot and the tears on the shoulder of his shirt. as long as you're managing your emotions, he's content with whatever you are content with. “don’t say that. you’re not alone, ‘cause you have me.” you'll notice that he has a very good way with his words that might not seem in character to him, but that might just be because he really likes you. “and i’ll be here for you, always. whatever it is.”

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・・・・・・ ᴀᴏ’ɴᴜɴɢ

﹒ɞ comfort despite being distant from most of the people in his clan, ao'nung still cares. and it's because of that, that he makes sure to keep an eye out for you in case you ever need his assistance. he's very heedful to your physical needs, but not so much about your mental state, so it might take a moment for him to pick up on it. he won't know how to deal with your low spirits at first, choosing to instruct tsireya or some of your friends into seeking you out and trying to get you to spill the roots of your problems. he might even send his mother to counsel you, in a last, desperate resort. for a while, ao'nung only watches as you drag your feet around, stares off into space while everyone around you laughs, skips communal meals to eat by yourself inside your marui, comes back empty-handed from your hunts and with your mood even worse. but he can only take so much of it, and his final stroke is catching you crying alone after returning from patrol. ao'nung will try to help you as best he can, but there are only so many words he can muster before he decides on a more physical approach. he'll sit alongside you and listen as you pour your heart out, hug your shoulders and nuzzle your head and kiss you in all the places he can reach. you'll notice that he will be softer and pliable with you for days after, and it's your chance to get many things out of him, be it more cuddles, more pampering, or whatever, he won't hold it against you.

﹒ɞ reassurance “next time this happens, come to me. let me help you.” ao'nung will not hesitate to reach out to his mother and sister on the best ways to care for you. and fret not, he will make sure that you're comfortable and secure with him. “you’re not a burden. all that matters to me is if you’re well.” he'll learn to handle you with care when you're at your most fragile so that you can keep relying on him ever after that. “i’ll take over your duties for tomorrow and the day after. now rest, please.”

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・・・・・・ ʀᴏᴛxᴏ

﹒ɞ comfort rotxo is swift on picking up on your somber state as well, as expected from someone who spends so much of his time observing you from up close and from afar. it's second nature for him to always look for you in a crowd, to seek you out in his free time-you are his favorite person after all. so when he realizes that you're absent during outings, meals and hunts, he doesn't waste time in reaching out to you, in hopes of understanding the circumstances of your withdrawal. and he's so sweet about it, not rushing you into accepting his presence or his questioning. he respects your time and your state of mind, the last thing he wishes is for you to slip further away from his reach. rotxo will offer you some closure, and then let you come to him of your own accord. he'll give you time to choose your words and find your stepping, and when you come to him, he'll let you crawl into his lap for solace, and dry your tears as you share some of your burdens with him. he contemplates for some time on the best ways to help, and he'll start by bringing you out to get some air and soak in the sun, then he'll prepare you some food and advise you on a course of action. but he won't let you deal with it on your own, oh no, rotxo will make it clear that your burdens are now his to carry and that you'll resolve it together. you can hold his hand as tight as you want, he doesn't plan on letting go of you any time soon.

﹒ɞ reassurance “just hold my hand. don’t think about anything else.” you won't ever have to be scared again, of facing someone, or of dealing with any consequences, because rotxo will be there with you to make sure that everything will go smoothly for you. “i'll do it, you just stay there and relax. i’ve got you.” and if you can't bring yourself to do it? it’s alright, he is more than happy to handle it for you from now on. “i’ll fix it. it’s no problem.”

(hopefully, tumblr won't eat rotxo's part again..)

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shewrites444 · 2 years ago

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watch me [sub! xavier thorpe x reader smut]

[ so this is different than how i usually portray xavier in one shots so far, but i figured a kind of submissive xavier would be an interesting change. enjoy (•؎ •) ]

word count - 2.8k

[summary: the reader helps an insecure and inexperienced xavier through masturbation and foreplay.]

[warnings: female masturbation, female receiving oral, submissive xavier, some deeper discussion of insecurities and mental health]

no matter how popular xavier thorpe was amongst our student body, he didn’t care much for relationships. bianca had been out of the picture since the rave’n of last year, and wednesday, respectfully, was so focused on herself that xavier stopped pursuing her once the semester was over with.

xavier and i weren’t friends, and never had been, but deciding to work with him as his essay tutor seemed like it would be interesting. he wasn’t a bad writer, or frankly, bad at school at all, so when he texted me over instagram and begged me to help him, i figured something must be up.

when it grew closer to nighttime and there was darkness slowly coloring the sky, i made my way to his dorm, which was still empty of a roommate from last semester, so we’d have the peace and quiet we needed.

i knocked on the wooden door and felt it unlock after a few seconds, where i was greeted by the tall boy, his hair tied into his usual bun, his black shirt hanging loosely on his lanky body with a pair of grey sweatpants to compliment it.

i never denied that he was attractive from the day i met him, but he seemed like he was a hit of a poser. it’s not like i was analyzing everyone at nevermore’s sex lives, but xavier was so mysterious about it, it kind of made me nosy. obviously, he and wednesday did nothing, and the only other girl he was publicly with was bianca, who i overheard many weeks ago in botany that xavier wasn’t the best. ouch for him.

i walked through the door and tried to push those irrelevant thoughts out of my head, hearing him shut it behind me before walking over to his bed, grabbing the laptop and setting it in his lap. i plop down beside him, sliding my converse off before glancing at the screen.

“so, what seems to be the issue? the prompt? proofreading? writers block?”

he looks to me with wide eyes, pulling up the tab where his essay was about a paragraph deep written. “getting straight into it, huh.”

“i mean, you did pull up your laptop immediately, and it’s not like there is a need in small talk when it comes to tutoring. we’ve talked outside of this like, maybe once, anyway.” i justify, rubbing the back of my neck a bit awkwardly at how tense this encounter already was. “i’m not trying to be rude. i’m sorry if it came off that way, xavier.”

he sighs, looking through his downloaded documents in an attempt to find the document with the prompt and rubric. “it’s fine. i know it must’ve been weird that i texted you about this. i just heard you were a good writer from enid one day in class, and i figured if you were willing to help, it wouldn’t hurt.”

“you’re right.” i smile softly as he pulls up the prompt, and i gesture my hands out for him to hand me the laptop. i scan it for a few moments before laughing a bit to myself, and looking up to xavier with a grin. “you’re stuck on writing an essay on how we can better women’s rights in jericho? seriously, xavier? that’s pretty much a given.”

xavier’s hands cover his reddened face in embarrassment and he takes the laptop, setting it next to him and turning to face me. “it’s an important topic, and i don’t want it to seem like i don’t care, you know. enid already had the whole class laughing at me last week when i said that one of my points was to start a march here during women’s history month.”

“that’s actually a really good idea.” i turn my legs onto the bed and cross them, leaning across the boy to grab the laptop again, and type it down as a point. “anything else you thought of? and you can always use a point of another student that you agree with, you just have to make it your own.”

he shrugged lightly, pinching his forehead as he thought. “not really, [y/n]. this sounds really stupid, but i’ve only ever truly interacted with like, bianca, wednesday, and enid, who’s solely from class and knowing wednesday, so i’m pretty bad when it comes to knowing what women would like to have around here when the only ones i know were pretty toxic.”

“well you know me now.” i say gently, looking up to him with a sympathetic smile. “and i know that you’ve only had experiences with those girls, but that doesn’t mean that you can’t research more about this essay. i think you’re mixing two things into one and it’s giving you a huge writers block.” i laugh a bit to myself, “so let’s try to separate the two.”

“it’s just hard.” he sighs, “i don’t know my mom closely, or much at all, so i’m kind of surrounded by guys. and there’s nothing wrong with that, but like i said, i just don’t know what women around here want to help them out.”

i knew what i wanted, and it really wasn’t what xavier was talking about. while i didn't know xavier that well, there was something so gentle and unknown about him that intrigued a side of me i typically didn't let come out of me.

i sort of felt bad for him, because it was clear that he was in some sort of funk from the way he was venting to me within minutes of personally meeting me, but then again, i did have some strange type of therapeutic touch that most of the douchbags at nevermore didn’t have.

“well, im a woman.” i begin, closing the laptop and setting it down next to me. i shrug lightly. “what do you think would help me as a girl on our campus, and in jericho?”

he purses his lips together, looking down to me and thinking. “i don’t know… uhm..” he pauses as our eyes lock, and shakes his head after a few seconds of staring blankly at me. “fuck, sorry. that was weird.”

“not really.” i giggle, talking his pale, anxious hand and squeezing it lightly. “you’re not a bad dude for not knowing much about women’s rights. i don’t expect you to, and i don’t think your teacher does either, when you’re new to the idea of it anyway. i’m not judging you, okay? you seem sweet."

xavier nodded, just staring at me for a moment before he leaned in and pressed his lips against my own, cupping my cheeks gently with the kiss. my eyes widened and i pushed him off of me almost instantly, not even wanting a taste of his lips before i got anymore ideas, and any more turned on. this was a bad idea. no matter how attractive i thought he was, i really didn’t want him to feel like that’s all i came here for.

“woah.. woah.." i blush, standing up and glancing down at the horrifically embarrassed boy. "i don't think we should let that escalate. you're clearly in an emotional state right now."

xavier grabbed his laptop and opened it, staring at the tab and starting to type. "yeah, you're right. i'm sorry, fuck." he closed it again in his lap before burying his face into his hands, sighing heavily to himself. "that was stupid. i'm sorry."

i sat down next to him, a frown on my face as i reached over to hold him gently across his back. "it's okay.. i get it, we all have things come over us and sometimes we can't control little things like that.."

"i just kissed you and barely know you even though we've been going to school together for years, [y/n]. shouldn't you be upset?" xavier asked, confused, as he pulled his face out of his hands and raised a brow to my oddly calm nature.

i purse my lips together and look up to meet his eyes, breathing nervously through my nostrils.

"i didn't say i was upset." i mutter quietly. "just that it was not a good idea."

he nodded, setting the laptop on the nightstand beside his side of the bed before gently patting my thigh and standing up, adjusting his posture and gesturing to the door. "i can walk you out, i'm sorry i even asked you to come here."

i raise my brown with a confused expression, taking his hand and helping him to sit back down on the bed. "xavier, i get that we don't know each other the best, but i'm not just going to leave someone in their room after that just happened. do you want to maybe talk more about it?"

he shook his head. "no way. it's really embarrassing."

"that you kissed me?" i say with a frown.

"no! definitely not." xavier frantically said back with defense, before taking a short, uncomfortable pause. "look, [y/n], please don't tell anyone this, but i'm a virgin. i never did anything with bianca besides the most amateur foreplay known to this horny campus. i didn't trust her fully, number one, but i also was horrified i'd fuck up since i didn't know squat about the female anatomy."

i smile softly, sitting back on the bed comfortably before speaking up. "that's not that big of a deal, trust me. tons of people here are still virgins. it's not embarrassing, and it's better to wait than sleep with someone, or do anything with someone, that you don't feel fully comfortable with. right?"

xavier nods, "yeah, i guess you're right. i just don't even know where to start. maybe that's why this essay is so hard. i'm thinking more of how i can't pleasure a woman in the bedroom than politically."

laughingly, i move towards the backboard of his bed and rest my back against it. "well, what have you done before to a girl?"

"well.." xavier coughs awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck as he avoids eye contact with me. "i mean, i fingered her, but like, once. i was told i couldn't find the clit, so that made me kind of discouraged."

my cheeks heat up at the mention of those words rolling of his tongue, and i bite my bottom lip, running over what i should say carefully. i breathe heavily, and shakingly, before looking up to him.

"i mean, i could show you. if you want.."

he looked to me with widening eyes, and nodded silently at my offer.

i look down to my black shorts and slide them down slowly, along with my panties, letting them rest before my feet as i spread my legs and watch xavier adjust himself in front of me. he sat with his legs sprawled, on each side of my own, while he eyes attached to my fingers as they dipped into my wet, warm folds to get wet, and slide up to my clit.

"see." i say quietly, planting my middle finger on the bud before starting to rub softly. "you can feel it when you touch it. that how you know you're on it. and you just keep rubbing in circles, not too harshly, but just enough so that she is stimulated. it'll be pretty clear, by her reaction, that you found it.."

he nodded, his length beginning to grow visibly hard in his grey pants as he moved his hand to cover it, watching while i touch myself before him.

"and if you want, you could always finger a girl, or eat her out, at the same time." i say nervously, while i look up to meet our eyes, "or, you could lick her clit, and flick it with your tongue."

"i.. i'll try.." he leans closer, and moves his body to where he laid on his flat stomach, pulling himself closer to where his mouth was inches away from my entrance, as his long, pink tongue slid into my folds and he began to explore my insides.

my eyes widen and i arch my back a little at the sensation, my finger pressing harder against my clit. "see.. you're not bad at this, at all.. oh, god..."

xavier reached over to hold each of my legs while he pushed his tongue in deeper, before he pulled away to suck on my outer folds, pressing a gentle kiss against the entrance before looking up to me, almost for approval.

"was that okay?" he said softly, after pulling himself back up.

"yes." i look down, pulling my finger away from my clit. "now you try there.." i gesture, sitting up and moving a bit closer to him.

he sat up and moved his finger inside of me gently, penetrating me just enough to dampen his digit before moving it upwards, feeling my skin before it meets the bud, and lightly pressing against it, beginning to rub. i moan softly, nodding with a soft smirk as i look up to him. "you got it, xavier."

he smiled softly, leaning closer to meet his lips against mine, kissing me softly while he stimulated me. i pulled away to look down at the bulge in his pants before gently taking his hand off me.

"okay.. now watch me, again." i instruct, watching him nod as he sat back once more. "i'm gonna cum for you."

i sit back again on the headboard, spreading my legs further and moving my middle and ring fingers inside of my folds, beginning to finger myself before the boy while he sat back, sighing heavily as he watched my body react to each thrust of my fingers.

"fingering feels good, but typically, a girl is going to cum better, or easier, from clit stimulation. obviously, when you're having sex, it's going to a little harder to rub her clit, but it's not impossible. that'll just make it feel better for the both of you, if you do.."

i use my free hand to slide my tank top up, exposing my breasts while the shirt rest above them, my nipples hardening at the cold air and the overall stimulation before me.

"have you ever done any sort of nipple play?" i ask, watching him shake his head 'no'. "come try."

he once again leans closer, closing his eyes as he attaches his soft lips to my left bud, sucking softly while his hand reaches over to hold my right breast, and after a few moments, began to play with my nipple. i moan, moving my hand out of my folds and up to my clit once more, rubbing aggressively to pick up my pace, and lower my stamina, as i begin to approach my orgasm.

xavier pulled away again, and he leaned down to my entrance, with a clear sense of confidence washing over him, as he slid two fingers in, pumping them in and out of me. i looked up to him, our eyes locked and mouths both hung open.

"yeah, just like that.. that feels really good, xav.." i blush, nodding with approval to him as he smiled confidently.

i close my eyes as my moans grow louder and louder, feeling his lips press against my neck while he curls his fingers inside me, and i yelp, my walls tightening around him and my climax reaching upon it, as fluids begin to drip out of my walls and onto the blue bedsheets, soaking his fingers in the process.

he pulls his digits out of me and looks to me with a flustered face, a small grin forming on his lips.

"w-wow.." he said quietly, watching as i began to pull my top down. "that was.. uhm.. amazing, and very helpful.."

i lean up to peck his lips softly. "feel better about pleasuring a woman now?" i tease, weakly moving my exhausted legs to grab my underwear and shorts, slipping them both on.

he nods, sitting up and attempting to disregard the slight erection that was still in his pants. "much better.. you are just so amazing, and beautiful.. and so, just comforting.."

"oh stop." i smirk, reaching over him to grab the laptop. i open it and click on the essay before handing it back to him. he sat down next to me and sighed, resting his head on my own. "guess you're my tutor for two different things, huh?"

"don't get too ahead of yourself." i laugh, watching him pull up the prompt once more on the screen. "all i did was teach you the basics. i think the rest you may have to figure out yourself."

he smiled at me before leaning down to peck my lips. "maybe. but i wouldn't complain if you taught me how to do a bit more."

"i'll think about it. let's finish this paper first and we'll go from there." i kiss him once again, before glancing back at the screen and putting my focus towards what i originally came here for, no matter how hard it was to stop thinking about what it would feel like to have xavier thorpe between my legs right now, again.

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tillthelandslide · 2 years ago

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Insufferable Arsehole Part 6: Inside Your Mind Instagram AU - Matty Healy Series

A/n: so I'm introducing some more characters in the upcoming chapters so please don't be confused as one is referenced in this. Hope you like it. P.s I got the box tattooed today so yes that is my arm

thisislou:

thisislou where's the fun in doing what your told?

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bedforddanes75 excuse me? Please stop. I'm scared my girlfriend is going to leave me for you

charli_xcx fuck me

-> bedforddanes75 seeeee @thisislou

-> thisislou sorry? 🤷‍♀️

trumanblack who took this wonderful picture? Think they deserve some credit don't you love? Also heard they're a pretty cool person

-> thisislou 🙄

rass1975 I am looking respectfully 🫣

-> thisislou aren't you nice?

-> rass1975 I try, I try 🙌

loufanpage slay

fan1 wish I was you

-> thisislou dream bigger ❤️

lou75fan so y'all just going to ignore Matty's comment... The comment that makes it obvious that he took this picture⁉️⁉️

75fan Matty has the hots that's for sure

bandmate I miss you

-> thisislou miss you more

fan3 slut

-> thisislou how very kind of you 🙏

thisislou:

thisislou backstage shenanigans @trumanblack thanks for being my model 🖤

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bedforddanes75 he looks happy 😂

-> thisislou what a grump aye?

trumanblack I swear I was happy... Don't know why my face is doing that

-> thisislou grumpy Matty 😠

-> trumanblack you bully me

-> thisislou just the way you like it 😚

-> trumanblack 🤫🖤

jordhughesphoto might as well take my job at this rate

-> thisislou what a compliment 🥹 there's no one quite as good as you though I'm afraid

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trumanblack she makes me look quite cool 📸@thisislou 🖤

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thisislou stealing my photo I see

-> trumanblack THANK YOUUUUU 😁😁😁😁😁

-> thisislou you're lucky you're cute

75fan omg cute

loufanpage i ship them so hard i actually cant take this torture anymore haha

rass1975 excuse me why dont you take cool pictures like this of me

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-> rass1975 ouch... fair though

-> thisislou i mean... if anyone is my fave is obviously george just saying

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-> rass1975 ouch

-> bedforddanes haha! suck on that @trumanblack @rassthe1975

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thisislou Part of the band 🖤

📸 @jordhughesphoto

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trumanblack part of the band 🖤

bedforddanes75 part of the band 🖤

rass1975 part of the band 🖤

1975adam part of the band 🖤

-> thisislou @trumanblack @bedforddanes @rass1975 @1975adam 😭🖤🖤

fan1 omg

loufanpage they all commented the same thing that's adorable 🥹

jordhughesphoto 😊😊

75fan guys... If Matty and Lou hold hands their boxes would touch 🥹🥹

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the1975updates fans from today's show could've sworn they heard Matty say "Lou" when touching himself on stage.... What is going on?

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fan1 I could've sworn I heard it!!

fan2 I hope they confirm whether they're dating

fan3 think he deserves better tbh

-> the1975updates don't understand how he could deserve better tbh... She's amazing and kind and they seem like they bring the best out in each other

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-> loufanpage couldn't agree more @the1975updates

75fan @the1975updates me and my friends were standing at barrier on Lou's side of the stage and we swear she was wearing a "M" necklace... could also be for her sister bc her name is mia but... could also be for matty?

-> the1975updates omg if thats for matty thats adorable

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thisislou the first a gift from @trumanblack... The second a gift from @charli_xcx don't know which one I prefer

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trumanblack the second one isn't true though is it?

-> thisislou 🤫

charli_xcx looks good big tits

-> thisislou fucking love you

fan3 slag

-> thisislou awe thanks boo 😘🖕

bedforddanes75 smoking kills

-> thisislou you're one to talk dickhead

75fan "people write songs about girls like you" he's in loveeeee

lou75fan I know they've done it but I can't prove it

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mackenzielovee · 2 years ago

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gray area (1) — bucky barnes

summary — you meet your new neighbor, Bucky, along with his friends and his son.

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You stand in the middle of your new driveway, staring up at the townhome that you now hold the keys to. You’d signed your name on the dotted line last week, and although it feels like forever since then, a part of you can’t believe it’s actually happening.

“Still not sure why you’re so against moving in with me,” Natasha, your best friend, grumbles as she grabs another box out of the truck of your car, “I mean, yeah, there’s a few bad things about my apartment complex, but—”

“Your next door neighbor shot his girlfriend last week,” you argue, then add, “And, half of the people that live there are selling drugs!”

“Okay,” Natasha rolls her eyes, “One, that girl was a bitch. She also survived, so it’s fine. And, honestly, Y/N, everyone is selling drugs these days.”

“I’m not,” you reply, sticking your tongue out at her.

“Right. You’re too much of a workaholic to be selling — or doing — drugs, anyway. I’m surprised they haven’t paged you—”

“Oh!” you exclaim, “I actually should go check my work phone. Can you get the rest of the boxes out?”

Being a nurse in the critical care unit of one of the best hospitals in your state, you have no choice but to be constantly thinking about your job. Natasha, who runs her own company, understands your need to be available 24/7, although she rarely expresses it. She thinks you hold yourself too accountable, but you disagree.

Being responsible is the reason you’re able to afford to live on your own at twenty four. Being responsible has landed you a great job, salary, and benefits. Sure, you’ve had to sacrifice to get it, and Natasha thinks you’re lonely, but you’re happy for the most part.

You check your phone and find nothing, then breathe in a happy breath. That means you’ll get to spend the remainder of the day unpacking and moving in. The boxes are lining the walls and starting to feel overwhelming; the clutter too much for you to handle.

Natasha comes strolling in a few minutes later, holding nothing but a lamp in her hand. You raise a brow, and she smirks.

“Seriously? That’s all you could carry?” you tease.

She shrugs, “I found some reinforcements.”

Before you can ask what she means, two men come strolling into your living room, both with boxes in their arms. Your jaw falls as Natasha laughs beside you, shamelessly checking them out as their muscles flex against their tight tee shirts.

“Where do you want ‘em, Natasha?”

Natasha whips her head over to you, “Babe?”

You swallow when both men look over to you. Up and down their eyes go, taking in your sundress and curled hair before respectfully looking back up at you. They smirk when you stutter under their gazes, then point to the free corner of the living room.

“Um, over here is fine,” you say, “Thank you so much, I didn’t—”

“It’s okay, Y/N,” Natasha interrupts, tugging on your elbow, “I already told them how we needed two big, strong guys to help us.”

The blonde sets his boxes down first, then steps forward and extends a hand. You give him a friendly, shy smile and shake it, ignoring the way his large hand engulfs yours.

“I’m Steve,” he says, “One of the big, strong guys your friend recruited.”

Your smile widens, “Hi, Steve. Thank you very much for being willing to help.”

“No problem, I—”

The other man shoves Steve’s shoulder, then grins at you and extends a hand of his own.

“Sam Wilson,” he informs you, squeezing your hand, “It’s such a pleasure. We’ve been wondering who was gonna take this place.”

“Now we know,” Steve cuts in, “So, what’s your—”

Your phone buzzes on the counter, and before you even realize what you’re doing, you turn and rush to it.

“Ouch,” Sam whispers, nudging Steve’s chest before turning to Natasha, “Boyfriend?”

“Worse,” Natasha rolls her eyes, “Job.”

“That’s why I retired years ago,” Sam grins, “Right, Cap?”

Steve’s eyes haven’t left you yet; watching as you slump your shoulders when you realize the alert is just a routine message from the hospital.

“Let’s go get the rest of the boxes,” Steve grunts, grabbing Sam by the shirt collar.

Natasha follows the men outside, and after a minute, you do, too. Steve is in the middle of pulling another box from the trunk when you appear outside, dress swaying in the slight breeze. Sam elbows Steve in the chest when he catches him looking, and the men exchange a silent glare before getting back to work.

“You guys really don’t have to do this,” you gush, placing a gentle hand on Steve’s bicep to stop him, “It’s okay, we can handle it. It’s only a few more, right, Nat?”

Natasha smirks, then shrugs innocently, “I don’t see the harm in letting them help, Y/N. You can always thank them properly later.”

Steve blushes at Natasha’s comment, but doesn’t play into the innuendo in the slightest. Instead, he turns toward you and gives you a gentle smile.

“We really don’t mind,” he says.

“Yeah, and he speaks for both of us, now,” Sam grunts.

You laugh and drop your hand from Steve’s arm as if to give him silent permission to continue. Just as his hands reach around the next box, all of you hear the loud, screeching voice of a toddler.

“Jamie incoming!”

Sam turns with just enough time to catch the four year-old launching himself into his arms, grinning from ear to ear at the promise of a hug from his uncle.

“What’s goin’ on, Jay-Man?” Sam asks, gripping the boy tight.

“Nothin’,” he smiles.

“I don’t believe you for a second,” Sam laughs, “Where’s your—”

“Jamie, you’ve gotta put shoes on before you run outside. You know better.”

You swallow at the sight of the man stepping off the porch of the house next door and into the grass, where he eyes the toddler resting in Sam’s arms. He’s wearing gray sweatpants and a tee shirt, sports messy brown hair, and has stubble that you’d bet is only there because he hasn’t gotten around to shaving.

“Relax, Buck, he’s a kid,” Sam replies, “Tell him, Jay.”

“I’m a kid,” Jamie repeats, grinning widely.

The man, the one who left the house following the boy, lets his eyes travel from his friends to you. He gives you a gentle smile and you do the same back to him, feeling your stomach twist and turn the longer his eyes remain on you.

“Aww!” Natasha squeals, stepping over to Sam and Jamie, “How old is he?”

“He’s four,” Sam states proudly, “You think he’s cute? He’s got my eyes, doesn’t he?”

You continue to stare, knowing you should stop but completely unable to. When his eyes — those devastatingly blue eyes — leave yours to travel down your body, you swallow. You hope he likes what he sees, but you don’t question where that thought comes from. The male gaze has never been one you’ve longed for, but right now, you can’t remember why.

His jaw ticks as he breaks into a smile, raising a hand and conducting a small, shy wave. You bite down on your bottom lip to conceal your own grin, waving back.

“So, he’s your son?” Natasha’s voice draws you back into reality.

Sam shrugs, “I mean, I take care of the rugrat, you know what I mean?”

Natasha nods, her eyes moving toward Steve when he scoffs, “Jamie is not Sam’s kid.”

As if to prove it, Jamie starts to squirm in Sam’s grasp, then makes grabby hands as he reaches for Bucky.

“Daddy,” he frowns, “Is it snack time?”

Bucky nods and steps forward, reaching out to collect Jamie from Sam, who sighs, now that his cover has been blown.

“C’mere, buddy,” Bucky says as he takes hold of his son, who immediately cuddles himself into his dad, “We can have a snack if you’re hungry.”

Your heart rate seems to speed up at the image of a father caring for his son so outright — something you never experienced so openly. Shyly, his eyes find yours as he adjusts his son in his hold, giving you a more forced, pained smile. You try to smile back in hopes of telling him that you find Jamie to be cute; that you’re happy to have them next door.

“C’mon, Sarge, you gotta meet the new neighbor, first,” Sam lectures, pointing over to you, “This is Y/N, even though she never actually introduced herself to us. Y/N, this is Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes, and his son, Jamie.”

“It’s just Bucky,” he immediately corrects, giving you another small smile as he offers his free hand out to you, “Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, too,” you reply, holding his gaze for a beat too long before your eyes catch on the little boy in his arms, “And it’s very nice to meet you, Jamie.”

He grows shy in his father’s arms and hides in his chest, earning a laugh from both you and Bucky.

“Sorry,” Bucky says quietly, “He’ll open up eventually.”

You shake your head, “No need to apologize. He’s very cute.”

As if the compliment was meant for him, Bucky’s cheeks grow pink. To try and conceal it, he looks down at Jamie and tries to get him to talk, but the boy refuses.

You try to think of something to say; a way to start up a conversation with Bucky, but Steve steps behind you — close enough that you can feel his body heat through your dress — and clears his throat.

“Want me to take the kid for a snack, Sarge?” Steve questions, noting Bucky’s blushing cheeks.

“Can we play superheroes, too?” Jamie asks his uncle, perking up.

“Of course, dude. We can fly on the trampoline and everything.”

Jamie grins and immediately reaches for his uncle, changing grips yet again. Steve laughs and grabs hold of the toddler, then looks down at you.

“Good to meet you, Y/N,” he says politely, then steps away and pats Bucky on the back, “You got this.”

Bucky’s face burns under the not-so-quiet encouragement from his best friend. Sam and Natasha grab more boxes from the car while simultaneously shamelessly flirting, which leaves you and Bucky outside in the cool air, alone.

“Sorry about them,” Bucky says quickly, “They make quite the first impression.”

You nod in agreement, “They do. Do all of you live over there?”

Bucky’s eyes widen and he shakes his head quickly, so quickly that you try not to laugh.

“God, no. The guys just come over to help me take care of Jamie. It’s, uh, just me over there. And Jamie, obviously.”

You laugh at the way he shakes his head, trying to collect his thoughts and stop himself from rambling. When he sees you laughing, he relaxes and even offers a chuckle at himself.

“Anyway,” he changes the subject, “What brings you to the neighborhood?”

“New job,” you answer proudly, “I’m a nurse at West County General.”

He cocks up a brow, “No kidding. Bet that keeps you busy.”

“It sure does,” you agree, “But, it’s really rewarding. I love it.”

He smiles as you smile, and when you see the tips of his ears grow pink, your grin widens. Sam and Natasha emerge from the house then, and they seem to burst whatever bubble you and Bucky have formed for yourself.

“I should check on Jamie,” he mumbles, already taking a step back, “It was nice to meet you, Y/N. Welcome to the neighborhood.”

You grin, giving him a shy wave, “Thank you, Bucky.”

He returns your smile and wave, letting it linger between the two of you for a second too long before he turns and hurries back inside his house.

When you turn around, Sam and Natasha are leaning up against your car, standing a little too close and looking a little too friendly. Clearing your throat loudly, you earn your best friend's gaze.

“We should be getting ready, huh?” you ask her, giving her a subtle eyebrow raise.

She sighs, “Yes. Thanks for the help, Sam. Hope we see each other again soon.”

He winks at her, then gives you a warm smile and a nod before taking a few steps back, inching toward Bucky’s house.

“Nice to meet you, ladies,” he calls, offering a wave before he turns his back and heads away.

“God, he’s so hot,” Natasha groans, “Like, did you see those muscles?”

You chuckle and grab her, pulling her toward your new home, “Come on. Wanda’s gonna be pissed if we’re late.”

“Oh, who cares,” Natasha mumbles, but follows your lead, anyway.

The bar that Wanda planned for the three of you to go to is loud and crowded by the time you and Natasha arrive. To celebrate your new move and career, Wanda demanded a night out with you. Naturally, Natasha caught wind of the plans and invited herself — which was fine with you, because you always feel safer having her around while you’re drinking. Wanda, on the other hand, wasn’t wild about the inclusion of your best friend. They put up with each other, but they aren’t fans. And to you, it’s obvious.

“Y/N!” Wanda squeals, “What do you think of this place? I thought it was cool, kinda has a retro vibe to it.”

“So retro,” Natasha quips, offering Wanda a smug smile.

You nudge Natasha in the side and look around, taking the place in. It reminds you of Wanda in a way that you’d expect her to like it, but you don’t necessarily care one way or another. A new area means new bars, new restaurants, and you know you have to figure out what you like and what you don’t.

“It’s nice,” you smile, “Thank you so much for setting this up.”

“Of course,” she beams, “Let me get us a round. They have a killer lime mojito.”

“Oh, bummer,” Natasha pouts, “I’m actually on this new no-lime diet. Mind getting me a vodka soda?”

Wanda takes a calculated breath, “Sure. Be right back.”

You snort as soon as Wanda disappears and turn around to Natasha, who is smirking proudly at herself. When she catches your raised eyebrows, she feigns innocence and shrugs her shoulders.

“What?” she teases, “It’s a real diet.”

“Mhm,” you hum, “Sure it is.”

“It is!” she laughs, then nudges you over to the two available barstools. You set your purse down on the bar and Natasha sits while you remain standing, not wanting Wanda to feel left out, “It’s new. I’m on a no-lime, all-new neighbor Sam diet.”

You let out a loud laugh, “Oh, right. He doesn’t even live over there, you know.”

“He doesn’t?”

“No,” you shake your head, “Bucky told me—”

“Bucky told you?” she gasps, grabbing your arms, “Oh, tell me exactly what Bucky told you.”

You huff, “Stop teasing me.”

“I’m not!” she protests, “I just want to know what your sexy new neighbor told you.”

“Stop.”

“Stop, what?”

You both turn and find Wanda standing there with three drinks in her hands, looking like she could use some help. Immediately, you grab one of them and set it down on the bar, then trade Natasha her drink for yours.

“Oh, Y/N’s got this really hot neighbor,” Natasha fills her in, sipping her drink, “Total DILF.”

“Nat,” you hiss, then turn to Wanda, “He’s just a nice guy. He’s got a four year old son.”

“Look at you, remembering details,” Wanda teases, and suddenly, she and Natasha are laughing together — like they’re actually friends.

“Oh, please,” you huff, downing half of your drink and listening to Natasha cheer you on before you speak again, “I’m sure he has someone, anyway.”

“He was blushing hard,” Natasha points out.

“He was?” Wanda gasps.

“Stop!” you demand, laughing as you take another sip, “Nat, why don’t we gossip about you and Sam, instead.”

She grins mischievously, “Yeah, I’ve definitely got my eye on him. But, that’s not as fun as watching you squirm.”

Wanda laughs, “Totally.”

You roll your eyes and finish off your drink, knowing Natasha is about to start in again, and you’re much too sober for it.

“Wanda, you should’ve seen the way Bucky’s friend, Steve, was flirting with her, too,” she continues, “He carried in boxes, and I’ll be damned, she even put her hand on his arm! And that man is all muscles. She loves to play innocent, but I think she knows what she’s doing.”

“She definitely does,” Wanda agrees, “I’m sure you’ve got both of those guys in a chokehold already. This will be interesting.”

You sigh, “Anyway.”

“Aw, don’t get all pouty,” Nat teases.

“I’m just not looking for that right now,” you explain casually, waving down the bartender for another drink, “I want a quiet life. My own house, my job, and my weekend outings with you guys. I don’t need some guy.”

They both soften as they stare at you, listening closely as you explain your feelings to them. They know how you’ve been handled by men in the past, and they understand that you’re not like them. You can’t let it roll off your back the way you do; you take it personally. You get hurt when you shouldn’t. You attach meaning to things where others don’t. Now, with your job and your improved mental state, you don’t feel like risking any of it over a man.

“Well, cheers to that, then,” Wanda breaks the silence, holding her cup up in the air, “Let’s get fucking drunk.”

You wake the next morning with regret, anxiety, and one big, fat headache. You groan and curse out loud at yourself, then climb out of the bed to get some coffee and aspirin in you. Briefly, you consider food, but the thought makes your stomach turn.

You spy a note on the counter in Natasha’s handwriting, which is the first thing that clues you in that she isn’t here.

Thanks for last night! Had to run. Chores to do at home. Still coming on Tuesday night with Chinese to help you unpack, so you better not be called in to work.

XOXO,

Nat

You smile at it as you fire up the coffee maker, then dig through the open box on your counter until you find the bottle of aspirin you always keep handy. You recap the night in your mind; the teasing about the neighbors, the drinks, the dancing, the drinks, the karaoke, the drinks. You hadn’t planned on drinking so much, but you wanted to let off some steam. Given that you work a fourteen hour shift tomorrow, you feel like you deserved it. Now, you’re not so sure.

After a few hours, your headache starts to subside and your stomach growls. Knowing you don’t have any food in the house and refusing to do an entire grocery store run, you resort to picking up takeout.

As you pull down the newly familiar street with a bag of food sitting on your passenger seat, you notice motion at the house next to yours. Steve is out in Bucky’s front yard, tossing a foam football around with Noah. You smile at the sight, then let your eyes travel a little further left. Bucky is pushing a mower down his lawn, shirtless, sweaty, and showstopping.

You groan when you realize you’re in shorts and a giant sweatshirt with messy hair; not at all presentable for him. Then, you scold yourself for even thinking that way.

We’re just neighbors. That’s it.

Regardless, you still try to fix your hair before you get out of the car. Steve recognizes your vehicle and waves over to Bucky, who stops the mower and walks over to his garage, where he grabs a cloth to wipe up his sweat.

You climb out of the car shyly, wondering if you should clear out your garage today just so this could be avoided in the future. Before you even lock the doors, Steve’s voice carries across the yard.

“Go ahead, buddy. She’s right there.”

You furrow your brows, gripping your food a little tighter.

“Good afternoon, Miss Y/N.”

You can’t help but grin as soon as you hear his little voice, and you forget all about your hangover and the bag of grease in your hand as you spin around.

“Good afternoon, Jamie,” you reply, watching the little boy’s cheeks grow pink, “Are you kicking your uncle’s butt in football?”

You gesture to the foam ball in Jamie’s palms, and shyly, he nods his head.

“Yes,” Jamie grins, “He’s not very good.”

“Excuse me,” Steve cuts in, “I’ve taught him everything he knows.”

“Everything?”

Your eyes move from Jamie and Steve to Bucky, who is approaching with a teasing grin. You stare as he brings his cloth around the back of his neck and wipes his sweat away, then drags his eyes from his friend over to you.

His muscles in his chest flex then, and you visibly swallow and look away. You swear you hear Steve’s low chuckle, but you don’t dare look over out of fear that the men will see right through you.

“Hi, Y/N,” Bucky greets you, watching as you hesitantly look back up at him again.

“Hi, Bucky,” you reply, trying to figure out what to follow up with, only to blurt, “Yard looks good.”

Steve snorts and you clamp your lips together, wishing silently that you could snatch the words right out of the air and back into your mouth.

Even so, Bucky’s lips tip up into a genuine smile, and you swear you see the high points of his cheeks go pink — just like Jamie’s.

“Thanks,” he says sheepishly, “I’m happy to help you out with yours anytime you need it.”

He watches as you recoil at his kindness, letting your shoulders drop and a pout form on your lips. Steve sighs audibly, but neither of you even glance his way.

“Thank you very much, I appreciate that,” you smile.

“You’re welcome.”

The two of you grow stuck in a trance of sorts as you explore him with your eyes; his tan skin, his chest, his softening belly that makes your knees feel physically weak, and his messy hair. His soft brown eyes that work all over your body, too.

“Wouldn’t want that food to get cold, Y/N,” Steve says knowingly, drawing you and Bucky away from each other.

“Right. I’ll let you guys get back to it,” you give Bucky a nod and he returns it, then you move your eyes down to Jamie, “Nice to see you, Jamie. Keep beating him, okay?”

Jamie grins, “Okay.”

Steve and Bucky both laugh and so do you, and with a wave to Steve, you disappear inside your house. You try not to replay the entire thing in your head as you set your food out to eat. You turn on a show on the TV that is only half hooked up, and just as you start to eat, you hear the lawnmower fire up again.

With minimal hesitation and refusal to think twice, you hurry over to your window — the one that faces Bucky’s — and watch as he pushes the mower down the side of his house. He’s focused, sweaty, and tan, and it stirs something inside of you. Careful not to get caught, you let your food get cold on the coffee table, Steve be damned. Bucky is a sight to see, and you find nothing wrong with indulging. It means nothing, you tell yourself. It means nothing. He’s just nice to look at, that’s all.

a/n: pleeeease let me know if i should continue writing this or not! so curious what your thoughts will be! reblogs are appreciated and thank you for reading <3

*i no longer have a tag list. follow @mackupdates to see every time i post something new!

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ailendolin · 3 months ago

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Live Reaction to TRoP 2x01

Spoilers for 2x01 under the cut

the way I shouted, "Go Adar!" at my screen when he flipped the crown over

Sauron in his Caesar era

Sauron exploding and turning everything into ice was so cool

I love Adar so much. There has always been something so inherently tragic to the Orcs because of the corrupted / tortured elves angle and I love that we get to see that in the show

lol Sauron noping out of Forodwaith as black blood / goo

oh no, cute rat. I just know something bad is going to happen to it

yep, there it goes. Fuck you, Sauron. That rat did nothing to you

and neither did the centipede

Sauron eating himself one animal at a time out of that cavern

that black gooey body of his is giving me Studio Ghibli vibes

him sliding down that slope is so funny. He's like a polar bear coming out of hibernation. One very ugly polar bear

that poor woman. But at least the horse got away

hello Halbrand! Long time no see. He must be so happy to finally be able to walk again after crawling around Middle-Earth for Eru knows how long

the fish monster is back, yay

aw and Sauron's having nightmares. Poor baby

"choosing to be good" didn't last that long, did it?

ELROND! There he is! My sweet summer child, beating Galadriel in the race to Lindon. I'm so proud

Galadriel, sweetie, I like you but for Eru's sake, tell someone that Halbrand is Sauron. Please.

Ah, she does. Thank you. But fair form? Really? Have you seen Halbrand? He's a sopping bit of rag (to quote Mary from Ghosts)

"Gaaaaah!" - Gil-galad, I love you. That reaction was so relatable

"No, Galadriel, you were blind." Lol

Not Galadriel talking to Elrond about failure. My boy did everything he could while she was hanging out with Sauron

I can actually see both Elrond and Gil-galad's points in the ring discussion but as a cautious person myself I'm taking Elrond's side here

love the moment when Gil-galad steps forward and places himself in front of Galadriel - a visual reminder that it's now him and Galadriel vs Elrond

I knew Elrond was going to jump but damn, that scene is still painful to watch. He's just trying to do what's right and is now completely alone in the world

ah, Sauron's back to fuck things up for Adar. Of course he is

Nori and the Stranger <3

haha love Nori being the little devil on the Stranger's shoulder and having him wrapped around her little finger

love Nori's glee when her plan works. Nothing makes a hobbit / harfoot happier than food

aw Nori, we miss Poppy too

oh the chihuahua warg is back as well. Maybe it can be Sauron's new friend now that Galadriel has spurned him

I was joking but yay, Sauron has a pet now. His break up is going well

MITHLOND! AAAAAAH!

And Elrond is so not okay but I am very distracted by that flash of collarbone and I am not even sorry

I'm glad Gil-galad is remembering to warn Celebrimbor

aw that little smile on Elrond's face when Cirdan calls Celebrimbor remarkable

and oh, that vulnerable look at, "You do your father proud." I can't

and I can't believe Elrond's the only one considering all possibilities here - that the rings might not be corrupted, yes, but perhaps Galadriel is (also Halbrand touched at least the Mithril - who's to say he didn't do anything to it when he did?)

POPPY! Poppy is back! Aaaah I'm so happy!

oh my heart, the music of the walking song in the background

noooo not Sauron saying he's the friend of the elves and implying Sauron's with them. This is going to lead Adar to attacking Eregion, is it not?

oooooh clever, Sauron. Very clever. "I vow to serve the lord of Mordor."

lol that shit-eating grin on his face when his pet warg wreaks havoc

oh Gil-galad's song. My heart. I can't. This is so beautiful

oh fuck I'm having a Figwit moment. Who is that pretty elf whose shirt is conveniently open below the collar? Because I am looking respectfully and am not okay

Cirdan to the rescue and ouch, Elrond's look of betrayal. The step he takes back in fear

The TRoP Elven rings are still ugly but if I had to choose one, I'd still take Vilya. Always have, always will

I'm so sad Celebrimbor isn't there to see the tree healing

and that Elrond cannot even enjoy the moment because he knows the danger is still there and cannot ignore that

"Do we grant him entry?" Do you? Will you? Has Gil-galad's warning arrived or has it not? I'm off to episode 2 now.

#trop #trop spoilers #the rings of power #rings of power spoilers #rings of power s2 #lin reacts

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hwa-stars · 5 months ago

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Skirt lifter (Chapter 2)

Genre: High-school au, slow burning love, fluff, mention of mature language (+14)

Pairing: non idol!Park Seonghwa x fem!named reader

Summary: In which Park Seonghwa is accused of being a pervert.

Word count: 1.264k

Taglist: @dinossaurz (if anyone wants to be added to the taglist, please comment)

"But, you already left me a nasty bruise" the blond guy complained.

"Oh really? Then get ready for other" I raised my fist one more time to punch him.

"Oh no! Not this time love" he grab my fist twisting it behind me and I started fighting. "Would you chill?"

"Would you let go of me?"

"Will you stay still?"

"Will you stop putting your horrible breath near me?" The blond seem to let go of me to discretely tried to smell his breath.

"Damn Pororo, for someone whose name mean princess you are really quite the opposite"

"Well for someone whose name is Seonghwa, you're quite stupid" I snapped and he look confused.

"What?"

"I said you're stupid " I repeat crossing my arms "And a pervert!"

"First of all, I'm not the one who lifted your skirt" he defend himself putting a hand on his chest. "Secondly, I was crounching because I was looking for my earring and you happen to be standing there" he pointed to his ear without earring. "Lastly, I don't need to look up though girl's skirts, they voluntarily do tha-"

"Do you really spect me to believe that?" I cut him off.

"Well, yes. I could just show you if you want" He said taking out his phone.

"No stupid! I meant with you not being the one who lifted my skirt" I shouted frowing "And it doesn't help you that you have girl's pictures in your phone" I point out annoying.

"I was just kidding" He chuckled showing me his gallery. It only have some selfies of him, his friends and a dog. "Now do you believe me?"

"I don't even know why I'm still talking to you"I said before starting walking to my house.

"I believe I deserve an apology" He came to my side with his hands inside his pocket.

"I believe I'm the one who deserves the apology" I glared at him.

"We could apologize to each other?" He suggested.

"Yeah, no. Leave me alone and I'll never lay a hand on you again blondie"

"That doesn't work for me. You know a bruise is appearing on my face, rigth?" He pouted pointing his face.

"Aww poor thing and whit an apology will make it better?"

"No, but a kiss might" he wink at me.

"There you go" I kiss my fist and punch his shoulder.

"Ouch!" He winced and cry dramatically "Anyway, where do you live?"

Thankufully, I live 10 minutes away from the campus so it's a short walk.

"Where do you live? I asked avoiding the question.

"I live at the campus"

Our school offered dormitories, lucky them to live with friends and privileges. I had to decline since I couldn't afford to live there and neither leave my mom alone at home.

"Sorry to break it to you love, girls are not allowed inside" He pouted and I just want to punch him so hard. "But I could sneak you inside, you know?" He smirk playfully and I rolled my eyes.

"You sound better with you mouth closed."

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"Minseo, are you home?" My mother's voice echoed when I arrived.

"Yeah" I called out.

That's weird, it smells like my mom's food. It's weird for her to be at home, she arrives at the morning.

I made my way to the kitchen and when I arrived I found the table full of food.

"Wow, what's the occasion?" I asked as I grabbed some food and ate it.

When I was eating the food I heard the door of the bathroom open and close and I looked at my mother.

"Minseo, this is Jongseong. I met him at the store" my mother introduced us with a smile on her face.

He was tall, middle-aged wearing a white long sleeved dress shirt and some slacks.

"It's nice to meet you, Minseo" He smiled at me. "Your mother has told me a lot about you." I only bow respectfully.

"Come and sit! I'm almost done with the cooking" My mother said signaling the seat at the table.

"Actually, I won't be joining tonight. I have to meet with a classmate to make our project" I explained "I just came to drop my things."

"Can't you go after dinner?" My mother asked with a disappointment face and I shook my head.

"No, it's kind of urgent this project" I lied to them "But have a nice dinner!" I fake smiled at them walking to the door.

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I didn't know how to feel about what happened at my house, it's not the first time my mother bring some man to the house. She's pretty of course, but something about her bringing new man inside our house every week doesn't feel right.

I entered the nearest convenience store with my hands tucked in the pockets of my hoodie.

"Leather jacket, tattos and boots" Jongho snapped his finger at me.

Choi Jongho, he works at the convenience store and he's the closest to what I'd call a friend. After several visits at the convenience store, we somehow found a friend in each other and made a tradition in which he would guess what type of guy my mother had brought at home.

"Actually, quite the opposite. This one has suit and tie"

"Oh man!" He fake pouted while giving me mi favorite ramen and drink "That's new."

It was a tradition that if he didn't guess, he would buy me my favorite ramen and drink. I don't know why he did this, since there was only like 10% of chance in which he could win, so far he only have guessed once.

"I know" I muttered sitting near the counter "I punched someone today"

"Anything new?" He asked while preparing my ramen.

"It was a boy"

"No way!" He gasped dramatically and I nodded. "Look at my bad girl getting into fights. The next time you come, you'd tell me about your adventures at the principals office."

I like Jongho's company, he is pretty funny without being invasive. He was like the older brother that I never had, it's a shame that I only can see him at nights because of his school.

"Was he handsome at least?" He take a seat next to me.

"Really? That's what you care!" I shouted rolling my eyes at him "No, 'why did you punched the guy'?" He shook his head.

"I figured out he deserved it, it's not like you punch people just for fun" he grabs a spoon and eat ramen too. "So, was he handsome or not?" He asked again.

"No, he wasn't " I snapped eating my noodles and Jongho hand me a tissue.

"Here's a tissue, you have some bullshit on your lips" he sarcastically pointed out and I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever, his handsomeness doesn't make up the fact that he's a pervert."

"And the plot gets more interesting"

"Shut up Jongho!"

"What made you think he was a pervert?"

"He lifted my skirt!" I shouted

"Omg, how dare he!" Jongho facked a gasp.

"I hate you so much."

"I love you too. But it is possible that it was an accident?" He suggest.

"I don't know Jongho, he tould me he wasn't the one who did it" I explained taking a sip of my drink. "And he followed me home, demanding an apology from me."

"And did you apologize?"

"Of course not"

"Maybe he was telling you the truth."

"Probably" I sighed " Whatever, I don't think we'd be talking to each other again."

"Well, he knows your address, so never say never." He winked at me.

#kpop #ateez fanfic #ateez fic #ateez imagines #ateez x reader #ateez #park seonghwa #park seonghwa imagines #seonghwa x reader #seonghwa fanfic #seonghwa imagines #seonghwa #seonghwa fluff

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jennyandvastraflint · 1 year ago

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Xena Reactions S1Ep2!

HUH Baucis and Philemon! (one of the few metamorphosis tales that was NOT depressing for the characters. Lovers who were turned into trees together) Gabrielle narrates that and says Xena doesn’t have to be strong alone🌈🌈🌈

"Don't forget about me" "I won't"

Men, istg. BWAAAAWAAAA! destroys stuff

Xena to the rescue!

THEY TRIED TO BOROMIR HER :(

Ah fuck. Is she burning herself? Will she close the wound like that (Why do characters always do that… I mean Vastra did that with Jenny in IEW, and Roy in FMAB pulled that shit as well)

"Boo"

Holy shit. We’re in episode 2... I mean, kiiinda makes sense I guess, but OUCH

"These farmers dishonour the ways of Ares" bro where’s your STUPID food supposed to come from

Bebis. Pests. Fight, who’ll get Xena’s horse.

Poor Gabrielle doesn’t know her girlfriend was impaled :(

"These guys have really big feet, I used the whole goose"

Gabrielle... 😂

"Pretend you know me" Is that the same guy who wants to torch the village

"Best friend" suuure

OOP, now he’s conflicted, cos he hurt Gabrielle’s girlfriend

Xena in a dress? stares respectfully at her back

snort Peace requires sacrifice, we've decided to give them our little brother. Siblings ever.

Oop, Xena sees baddies (preemptively punching them)

AWWWW, the babies don’t want her to go

"You're just going to stand there all day?" Xena obediently trots after her XENA IS A BOTTOMMMMMMM Vastra & Xena be lik- *gunshot*

Gabrielle is adorable I love her

The music is epic

Xena scared for her gf

"Jump" "If I die I'll never talk to you again" Awwww

Hah, rolling in the dirt. Great.

Oop, Gabrielle just watched as Xena killed someone… Hmmm. I sense a recurring theme with my fav characters and wlw ships……..

Awwww, Xena with the child in her lap. Cuuute

Love how Gabrielle and the guy communicate eye to eye and he accepts that she’s leaving

"I hope you find your happiness" "I did" ENTER GABRIELLE (No? Bit more subtext? Okayy)

"Do you miss your family?" "Sometimes. But less when I'm with you." GAAAAAAY. GÖÖÖIIII🌈

#v watches xena #xena warrior princess #xena and gabrielle

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wolverinesleftclaw · 9 months ago

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NYX’s NIGHTFALL

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎

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“𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭“

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Natalya awoke to the soft chirping of birds outside her window, a smile already tugging at her lips. Slipping out of bed, she padded across the hardwood floor to her vanity, adorned with an array of cosmetics and hair accessories. Today, like any other day, she had a routine to follow—a delicate dance of beauty rituals and wardrobe choices. She couldn't stop thinking about the dinner she and her friends had at the grill the night prior.

As if Caroline wasn't already overbearing in the school hallway, interrogating her and Elena, she went ahead and took it up another level by grilling poor Stefan on his whole family situation. Natalya was put off by Stefan; she got a weird vibe from him. Even Bonnie said she felt weird around him, but then again, she swore on her lucky stars that when she touched him the other night, she saw a vision. Natalya brushed her teeth, washed her face, and applied some light makeup. Growing up, Elena always told her how beautiful she was, and because of that, she preferred light makeup over heavy. She decided to straighten her hair down and applied two white clips on each side, pinning back her front hair. She shut the light off in her bathroom, heading for her dresser. She pulled out her favorite pair of denim jeans. She and Bonnie decided to customize their jeans one sleepover when they got bored. Hers had a Playboy bunny on one pocket. Then she grabbed a pink lace tank top and put on her pink Converse.

After quickly fixing her shirt and grabbing a sweater, Natalya grabbed her backpack and headed out of her room. But as she swung open the door, she collided with someone, causing her to stumble backward. "Ouch!" Natalya exclaimed, blinking in surprise as she regained her balance. She looked up to see her older sister Elena standing in the hallway, a bemused expression on her face. "Elena, you scared me!" Natalya laughed, adjusting her backpack. Elena chuckled, shaking her head at her sister's antics. "Sorry about that, I was rushing," Elena said, hiding her smile. "Rushing to go see Stefan?" Natalya said with her eyebrows raised and a smile in her eyes. "I don't know what you're talking about," Elena said back in a sly voice. "You look amazing as always though, Talya," Elena said, looking her up and down with a smile. One thing about Elena was that she truly adored her baby sister; she was her best friend. Elena had many friends, but none would ever top Natalya in her eyes. She loved her sister endlessly and she was happy that she was finally enjoying her life since their parents passed away. "Why thank you, sister," Natalya smiled back, spinning in a circle to show off her outfit, feeling a surge of affection for her sister. Despite their occasional clashes, she knew Elena always had her back. "GIRLS!" they heard their aunt Jenna yell; they both scrambled down the stairs where they found their aunt standing in front of a mirror with her hair in a crazy updo. "Do I look like an adult? As in respectfully parental?" she asked, turning to the girls. "Depends on where you're going," Elena said, looking over at Jenna. "I agree with Lena," Natalya joined in. Jenna sighed. "Jeremy's parent-teacher conference," she said, moving her hair down. "Hair up or down?" she asked. Natalya moved behind her, grabbing her hair and putting it back up in a clip. "Sexy stewardess," she said, moving it back down. "Boozy housewife," Natalya finished, patting Jenna on her butt with a wink. "Up it is; you two are feisty today," she said, finishing pinning her hair up. "I feel good today, which is rare, so I've decided to go with it," Elena said, moving towards the kitchen. "Fly free, walk on sunshine, and all the stuff," she said, sitting at the kitchen island. "I know why you feel good; one word, starts with an S," she said back to Elena with a smug look. "And to answer you, Aunt Jenna, I slept so good last night; of course, I feel good," she said, turning back to Jenna. "Well, I'm glad Jeremy seemed miserable; something about building a birdhouse," she said, moving her hands as she went through the fridge before she paused. "There is no workshop, is there?" Both girls stifled their laughter, shaking their heads no.

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Natalya was walking down the hallway with bonnie and caroline, "i'm confused, are you psychic or clairvoyant?" caroline said putting up signs for the cheer team as she walked "Technically, grams says I'm a witch. My ancestors were these really cool Salem witch chicks or something.Grams tried to explain it all, but she was looped on the liquor so I kinda tuned out. Crazy family, yes. Witches? I don't think so." bonnie said wrapping her arm around natalya's own arm, "i mean if grams told me i was a witch i'd believe her she's got the whole witch vibe going on" natalya said as she fixed her lipgloss "want some?" she pointed her towards her lipgloss to bonnie who took it from her hand "plus imagine being a witch that would be totally cool, i would totally rock the witch persona" she said with a smile on her lips, caroline turned around and tilted her head "i think if you were going to anything it'd be a vampire, you'd be a hot vampire." she said with a wink towards natalya, "no way she'd be a witch for sure, the real life good witch, my glinda" bonnie said handing natalya her lip gloss back, "Yeah, well, feel free to conjure up the name and number of that guy from last night," Caroline said, handing Natalya and Bonnie half her stack of posters. "Here, help me hand these out," Caroline continued as she turned and walked in a different direction. "You mean the guy from last night with the blue eyes?" Natalya said, recalling the man she had run into on her way home from the grill. She had left Bonnie and Caroline early after Bonnie started complaining about how Elena got every man she wanted.

"Yeah, I can't listen to this anymore," Natalya said as she started gathering her stuff. "Nat..." Bonnie said, giving her a look that Natalya could only interpret as an apology. She shook her head, trying to tell Bonnie not to feel sorry.

"Oh, come on, Nat. The only reason you don't agree is because you've never had a boyfriend for Elena to steal," Caroline said. Natalya knew Caroline was drunk and not being herself, but she still couldn't sit through it. She grabbed her things and gave Bonnie a quick hug and kiss goodbye, then made her way towards the exit.

After she left the grill, she remembered that Bonnie had been her ride home. She had been so busy with Caroline that she must have forgotten. Natalya pulled out her phone to call Elena for a ride when she collided with a stranger. "Watch where you're going," he muttered low and gravely, sending a shiver down Natalya's spine. She looked up and was met with piercing blue eyes that seemed to bore into her soul with each gaze. His dark hair was slicked back, giving him a sinister air. The man towered over her in height, and he wore a leather jacket that creaked with every movement he made, adding to his unsettling presence. Natalya took a step back, feeling her heart pounding in her chest. "I'm sorry," she stammered out. The stranger's lips turned up into a smirk. "Apology accepted," he said, his voice dripping with malice. All of Natalya's instincts were screaming at her to run, but she stood frozen in her place, unable to tear her eyes away from the stranger's haunting eyes. "What's your name?" the stranger asked. "Natalya," she whispered, her voice barely audible. The stranger's smirk widened, his eyes dilating with each word he spoke. "Well, Natalya, it seems we have a connection," he said, taking a step closer to her. Natalya's heart raced as she backed away with each step he took closer, her mind racing with fear. She'd never seen this man before; he didn't go to school with her. Part of her wanted to scream, but she was stuck frozen, staring into his eyes.

Before she could react, the stranger reached out and grasped her arm with a grip that felt like ice. "You are not going to remember this interaction; you're going to think you ran into a handsome stranger on your way home. The next time you see me, you will remember the conversation we had tonight; you will not tell anyone when you do remember. Do you understand?" the man spoke, his voice low and commanding. With her mind fuzzy, Natalya removed her arm from the stranger's grasp. "I'm sorry, I should have been watching where I was going," she said, shaking her head. Moving out of the man's way, she dialed Elena's phone number as she made her way down the street.

"I didn't see him, you did. Why didn't you just speak to him?" Bonnie spoke back to Caroline, shaking her head at Natalya.

"I don't know; I was drunk," Caroline said.

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Natalya sat next to her sister at the grill with Caroline and Bonnie. It was the town's night of the comet and apparently, to Bonnie, a night of supernatural doom and gloom. "Well, I was talking to Grams, and she said the comet is a sign of impending doom. The last time it passed over Mystic Falls, there was lots of death. So much blood and carnage, it created a bed of paranormal activity," Bonnie explained. "Yeah, and then you poured Grams another shot, and she told you about the aliens," Caroline replied back sarcastically. "So then what?" she then turned her head to Elena. "So then nothing," Elena said. "You and Stefan talked all night? There was no sloppy first kiss or touchy-feely of any kind?" Caroline replied. The conversation had shifted to them talking about how Elena had Stefan over last night. "Nope. We didn't go there," Elena replied, "Trust me, I would know; those walls are thin," Natalya said with a slight smile. "Not even a handshake? I mean, Elena, we are your friends. Ok? You are supposed to share the smut," Natalya was shaking her head to agree with Caroline. "Exactly, and I've never been with anyone, so it's up to you all to tell me these things so I can live vicariously through you," Elena pursed her lips. "We just talked for hours," Caroline scoffed. "Ok, what is with the blockage? Just jump his bones already! Ok, it's easy. Boy likes girl, girl likes boy, sex," Elena suddenly got up, Natalya's eyes widened. "Profound, Caroline," Elena responded. "Wait, where are you going?" Bonnie asked.

"Caroline's right. It is easy. If I sit here long enough, I'll end up talking myself out of it instead of doing what I started the day saying I was going to do." she then walked away. "Okay, that was so out of character for her," Natalya said, sipping her strawberry lemonade. The night of the comet had approached quickly. Natalya was once again back to handing out flyers with Elena and Bonnie.

"He didn't call, huh?" Bonnie asked Elena.

"Or text, but I realized we never even exchanged that stuff. We've never gotten to the texting part," Natalya whipped her head around." Seriously?" Bonnie nodded her head in agreement. "That's an important milestone in like any relationship," Elena moved to hand more flyers. "Isn't it? The timing is wrong anyway?" Natalya stopped handing her looking at her sister. "Yeah, but when is it ever right? Remember Jason? We dated a month after Mom and Dad passed away, and I know for a fact the time wasn't right then," giving her sister a smile she turned back to start setting up candles. "I just don't think I'm ready, ya know?" Elena responded. "Again, who is?" Bonnie replied with a small smile. "At least I'm putting myself out there," Elena retorted, "Is that what we're calling it now?" Bonnie responded, "What's that supposed to mean?" Elena snaps back.

"I'm just saying all I'm hearing is reasons why you can't," Bonnie says shrugging her shoulders and walking away. Out of the corner of her eye, Natalya swears she saw the stranger from the night prior, but when she whips her head around she's met with nothing. "You okay, Talya?" Elena asks, moving closer to her sister. "Huh..? Yea, I'm alright, Lena." Elena ditched Natalya to walk around with Stefan, Bonnie got the creeps again from him, and Caroline was nowhere to be seen. Natalya was totally ditching the comet. As she walked alone to her car, the night air felt thick with unease. Her friends and sister lost in their own world, even her brother was wrapped up in Vicki land. Now, the deserted parking lot seemed to stretch out before her like a void, the only sound the echo of her footsteps on the pavement. Suddenly, she heard a rustling sound, like someone moving in the shadows. Natalya's heart skipped a beat as she glanced around, her senses on high alert. She quickened her pace, the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end. Then, out of nowhere, he appeared—the dark-haired man with piercing blue eyes, his presence sending a chill down Natalya's spine. "You again?" she gasped, her voice trembling with fear. "How did you—" But before she could finish her sentence, the man was standing before her, his eyes gleaming with an unsettling intensity. "Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you," Damon said as that smirk Natalya was all too familiar with settled on his features. Natalya took a step back, her heart racing in her chest. "What do you want?" she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I need a small favor from you," he said as he moved closer to her, locking her gaze with his. "You are going to pretend to be in a relationship with me. You see, I know the fact that I'm messing with your head will bother my baby brother. So his precious girlfriend's baby sister has to be collateral," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "Wh— who are you?" she whispered back, her eyes still gazing into his. But the man didn't respond. Instead, he reached out and grasped her arm with a grip that felt like ice. Natalya gasped, her pulse quickening as she struggled to break free. Natalya arrived home; she set her keys on the table near the door — "Hey, Talya," Elena said, bounding down the stairs, "i was thinking we could slumber it tonight.. maybe watch a movie?" she said grabbing a bowl from the kitchen. Natalya felt this overbearing sensation to inform her older sister about the man she had met once again in the parking lot, but the words the came out of her mouth didn't reflect what was going on in her mind — actually it was the total opposite, it was like she was saying one thing in her mind but she couldn't say it out loud, so she just decided to say nothing. "I actually just want to go to bed, I had a really long night and i'm just not feeling it." she responded "Natalya are you alright?" Elena said walking over to her sister moving her to sit on the couch — if only she knew but it was like Natalya's mouth was sealed shut, "yea Elena i'm fine" she took her hand from Elena's grasp and stormed upstairs. when Natalya entered her bedroom she shut the door and leaned against it. "you wanted to tell her didn't you?" Damon said as he laid on Natalya's bed messing around with her teddy bear — "what are you going to do to me?"

Natalya whispered in a vice like fear — "well i have a couple things but right now i'm hungry. why don't you come sit down next to me?" Natalya hesitated — "cmon Natalya you have to do what i say.. that's how this works" he persuaded in a sing song voice. Natalya's hesitant footsteps move her towards the bed. she sat down next to him as he moved to her, "see that wasn't so hard" he said as he moved her hair out of her face cupping her cheek. Natalya sat frozen as Damon's lips pressed against hers, his kiss forceful and demanding. Panic surged through her veins as she realized she didn't want this, but Damon was stronger than her, his grip on her arms unyielding. "Stop," Natalya gasped, trying to push him away, but Damon only tightened his hold, his kiss growing more aggressive. "Natalya, don't fight it," Damon murmured against her lips, his voice low and commanding. "You know you want this." But Natalya didn't want this. She wanted to scream, to run away from Damon's suffocating embrace, but she was powerless against him. And then, she felt a sharp pain shoot through her neck as Damon's fangs pierced her skin.

She cried out in agony, her entire body wracked with pain as Damon drank from her. She felt weak, dizzy, and helpless, her vision swimming as darkness threatened to consume her. Damon pulls away kissing down her neck moving her sweater out of his way. Natalya felt sick to her stomach as she at him, her body trembling with fear and disgust. She wanted to scream, to run away and never look back, but she knew she was trapped in Damon's web of control. She didn't even want to think of was happened next. She knew she hated the man next to her, Natalya had never hated anyone before. But this man — he's taken something from her she'd never get back. She didn't know what he wanted with her, why he did what he did. She knew he wasn't human based on the way that when he was done with her he told her to never say anything about what happened, and she listened. The Gilbert girl hesitantly fell asleep.

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𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞!!

𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫! 𝐌𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐝 ��𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐤𝐨𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐜!! 𝐀𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐚 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞!

𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 -

𝐌𝐢𝐚 𝐱𝐨𝐱𝐨

#damon salvatore #elijah mikaelson #elena gilbert #elijah mikealson smut #fanfic #klaus mikaelson #kol mikaelson #stefan salvatore #bonnie bennett #fandom

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nutria--oscura · 1 year ago

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Y'ALL HAVE ME SO SCARED FOR THIS (@cookies-over-yonder @officialgleamstar y'all's posts have slain me) HERE WE GO

like, i'm crting and i haven't even stareted the ep yet wtf-

~spoilers for S2 ep35 under the cut~

preface: I AM SCARED I AM CLUTCHING NICK JR (mouse/rat soft toy) ON THE VERGE OF TEARS

THE PASTA PUNS IN THE INTRO

the sound effects low-key make me wanna throw up-

update: the sound effects make me high-key wanna throw up-

the intro is the high before the storm right? oh dear~

yesss, link is a spouse to his best friends <3

gosh I missed their voices so much <333 <- literally have 100+ episodes it can listen to whenever they want

freddie correcting beth's fact is literally my best friend and i on a daily basis (whos who? we take turns)

i could listen to an entire podcast of just freddie saying facts. like genuinly

HERMIE FACT??? SCAM CONJURED HIM INTO EXISTENCE AS A HIGHSCHOOLER??? MY POOR BOI-

TJ SHOT NICK'S ARM OFF WHAAAAAAA-

TERRY :) WHAT:)?

"your time studying the blade has served you well" what is hapening?

whAT IS HAPPENING????

Terry Jr's back <333

"i did not think that's how this fight was gonna go" same will- same

hey imps? what the fu-

NORMAL'S BACK BOIIIIIIII

ROLL ROLL ROLL ROLL NAT 1 HAH

SCARY AND TERRY JR <3

MEMORY TIME OH DEARRR

"in going from enemies to lovers so to speak"

all the fanfics were right- (nicky's reasoning, him attempting to reason with the others)

ron and nicky are such a vibe together honestly

OH NO- NICKY WAS SO REASONABLE TOO AND YET-

LARK AND SPARROW WITH CROSSBOWS TERRY WITH A SHOTGUN WHERE'S GRANT???

"and a badass fight ensues, but also sad"

oh there's grant

OH WE GOT THE WHOLE ASS SCENE OH SHIT-

TERRY SHOT NICKY, NICKY STABBED TERRY-

TERRY JR AND RON <33

terry's memory being ron forgiving him- (henry voice) oh gosh. oh geez-

"did you see what i did to like, my best friend" BEST F R I E N D

"you showed up, y'know?" what if i just combust?

Scary hugging Terry<333

THEY'RE ALL HUGGING

oh my heart

hey glenn, respectfully, fuck offffff

nicky having more emotional intelligence than glenn is so true-

OH HERE COMES THE GLENN AND NICKY AND TAYLOR SHIT-

"i have a memory that you weren't around for. which was the birth of your grandson" AHHHHHHH

"i always thought taylor came out real quiet. like a real stoic ninja." "nope. came out crying like a baby dude"

glenn... glENN. GLENN! NO. NOT INFRONT OF YOUR 3 DAY OLD GRANDSON

THE FANFICTIONS WERE SO RIGHT- (GLENN IN NICKY'S LIFE BEFORE THE FAITHFULL SOCCER TRIP)

brb cause im like actually crying cause of that scene-

ok... lets go... (screaming crying sobbing sliding down a wall)

JODIE VISITEDDDD

FUCKING TELL HIM NICKYYYY FUCKING TELL HIMMMM

"i remember when... was that you? yea, i remember when you were born." WHAT DO YOU MEAN WAS THAT YOU???? THAT WAS YOUR FUCKING SON

YES GLENN. REFLECT BITCH-

"i didn't see a lot of taylor's growing up, and that was- that was- we're cool now, right taylor?" "fuck yea dawgggg. well-" HERE IT COMES

I AM HEEDING THE WARNINGS

"if i'm gonna be honest dad, i've kinda been hoping and keeping an eye out for time travel magic so that we could go back in time and you could be there for me" imma go ahead an roll a d20 of psychic damage- ah, a nat20 damage, yea that seems about righ- HIS VOICE HOW IT WENT ALL SOFT AND QUIET AND SHY AND THE COMPLETE FUCKING OPPOSITE OF HOW HE IS USUALLY OH SHIT OH FUCK

NICKY ROLL PSYCHIC DAMAGE BOI-

"as a result i have developed a number of very bad habits, that i am told are very hard to break"

"it's too late"

"but you know if there is time travel magic, then y'know maybe- or if you find it, you can maybe, pick me up on the way back to the past" HIS VOICE, THE MAYBES-

"we're just 3 cool guys" "well-"

"i didn't even know where you were"

I'M SORRY- THREE (3) YEARS????

NICKY NO- DON'T-

more memories??? MORE MEMORIES??? OH NO-

OUCH OUCH OUCH O U C H-

HE'S DONE WITH KARATE- NO- NO NO NO N O

FUCKING HELL FUCK ME-

sorry, i have strong feeling w/ regards to parents not showing up to (sprots) stuff

~a pattern~

YES LINK, STARE DAGGERS INTO HIM, DEFEND YOUR QPR BESTIE

the- the fanfics were right (glenn keeping his distance not wanting to fuck nicky up but consequentially fucking nicky up)

"as you're saying this, without even wanting it to, tears are rolling down your cheeks. And in that moment, you and Taylor and Nick, all realise that there is no fixing this, that this is as good as it's going to get. That you are stuck with each other in the forms that you are now. You see daddymagic, that same daddymagic that exited Ron and Terry's body, emanate for their bodies like a fine mist coalesce into the air, and then zip into the jar and fill it up a little bit more, cause that's what your relationship is..." what if i- what if i lost it? right here right now?

gosh i DID NOT heed the warnings oh noooooooo

i'm sorry- the US MILITARY? oh fbi too

hahahahahahahah ha hah h a what? JODIE AND MORGAN ARE IN CUFFS-

GLENN LISTEN TO JODIE FFS

"i'd like to see you try" "hey is glenn immune to bullets?"

LINK KING OF HELLL HEYYYYYYYYYY-

NORMAL NO. BESTIE I LOVE YOU HECK I AM YOU BUT FUCK NO-

"dude- both of us look at each other - fear, fear in taylor's eyes. like, what the fuck are we getting into? why did i open my mouth?" FEAR IN TAYLOR'S EYES??? FEAR????

I'M SORRY? THE CAGE????

FIGHT TO THE DEATH??? NOOOOOOOOOOO

In conclusion:

I am now obsessed with Taylor Swift (Freddie's version)

#OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCKITY FUCK-#i- oh nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo #dndads #dndads spoilers #dungeons and daddies #whispers of the raine

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liviavanrouge · 4 months ago

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Chief Struggles pt 1

I've got a new disease in me

Livia: *Stares at the tribe nervously* I-I am your new leader! L-Livia Garcia Vanrouge! I will be representing you all!!

Connie: *Nods to her smiling as cheers filled the air*

Livia; A-And I choose....Ivan, as my vice leader- I mean Deputy!

Ivan: *Flies up and lands beside her, nodding respectfully*

Livia: *Smiles and looks at the crowd, sweating at the sight of some unsure looks* Let's work together, alright! K-Keep this tribe great!

I've got a friend that's losing sleep

Connie: *Lays in his nest, dark bags under his eyes*

Livia: Connie...

Connie: I'm getting old, kid, not much longer in these old bones

Livia: *Stares in disbelief, her ears flattened back* What...

Connie: You'll do fine without my guidance, I know it..

Livia: *Trembles and nods*

I take it hard, it's hard to take

Livia: *Walks beside Ivan then perks up*

Rusty: CHIEF!! It's Connie!!

Livia: *Runs off past Rusty, her eyes wide* Connie!

Connie: *Lays half in the river, smiling, his chest motionless*

Poppy: Chief, he's passed away

Livia: I see...

I'm wide awake, I'm wide awake...

Livia: *Sobs quietly, her chin resting on Connie's side* I can't lead this tribe by myself!

Livia: You left too soon!!

???: *Gently taps Livia*

Livia: *Lifts her head, looking behind her*

Ivan: *Smiles at her, holding his hand out* I'll help you...after all, I'm your deputy..

Livia: *Nods and takes his hand, standing up* Thanks...

One more confession

Livia: *Leaps across the river, taking the fae demon jaguar cubs with her*

Dolly: *Stares after them, tears falling down her cheeks*

Livia: *Looks back at the fae jaguar woman, giving her a silent nod*

Livia: *Stalks away, the cubs following her*

Velma: Where are we going, Ms Chief?

Livia: *Smiles down at them then looks forward* Home..

Discretion's not what I need to sell

Ivan: *Carries prey into the tribe, coming from the Hunt Tunnel*

Lynol: Why do we have to listen to her, she's still so young

Fern: I know but she's the chief

Ivan: *Snarls at them* HEY!! SHE IS TRYING HER BEST!

Livia: *Flares her wings, flagging them down*

Livia: Good job hunting, Ivan I need you to make a sky patrol party

Ivan: *Nods and flies away*

Livia: *Stares then looks down*

I never needed a reason

Livia: *Nods to Ivan, the two talking in hushed tones*

Livia: *Gasps as someone bumped into her* Ouch!

Vizik: Sorry, Chief!

Livia: *Chuckles, nudging him away* It's alright..

Livia; *Looks away, continuing to talk with Ivan looking worried*

For keeping secrets from myself

Livia: *Stares at the tunnel in the leaders den, feeling her breathing speed up*

Ivan: Leaders have to go down to find out the secrets of other leaders, it's to help them avoid past mistakes

Livia: *Nods, stepping forward then freezing at the ominous feeling*

Ivan: You don't have to right now..

Livia: *Nods, quickly stepping back* Alright..

And now that's just how I tell

Livia: *Climbs out of the water, dragging an apprentice out* POPPY!!

Poppy: *Rushes over, looking startled*

Livia: *Steps away, moving back from the crowd*

Ivan: *Smiles at her* You did good

Rosiet: *Bumps her forehead against Livias cheek gratefully* Thank you Chief, you saved my son!

Livia: *Nods to Rosiet* It was my pleasure, I'd save anybody..

I'm wide awake

Livia: *Gasps, her eyes bursting open*

Ivan: *Lays asleep beside her, curled up with his chin on his wrists*

Livia: *Looks at him, lifting her head*

Ivan: Can't sleep?

Livia: *Chuckles* Nightmare actually

Ivan: *Smiles, keeping his eyes closed*

Livia: *Smiles at Ivan, looking up at the moon light shining through the holes in the caverns ceiling*

I'll wreck this if I have to

Livia: Food supplies is low

Ivan: Someone's keeping animals from entering the tunnels

Livia: *Trembles, wondering if it's the faes that tried to turn her into a monster* Sevens above...

Ivan: Chief! You're not a monster, I see that look!

Livia: If it's them-

Ivan: We'll deal with it!

Livia: *Stares then nods*

Tell me what good would that do?

Livia: *Scowls, staring at the Senate*

Senate: Do we have a deal?

Livia: I'll think about it.

Livia: *Turns and flies away with her Bargain Patrol*

Ivan: *Follows Livia across the ocean and diving after her*

Livia: *Flies out into the tribe, landing in the middle*

Ivan: Chief-

I'll wreck this if I have to

Livia: *Tosses a deer skull, shrieking in rage*

Ivan: *Stares with wide eyes alarmed* Chief...

Livia: *Scowls, her eyes narrowed*

Livia: *Lifts her head, standing tall* Prepare for a border battle, we will not let them push us over like this

Ivan: *Yowls in agreement with the rest of the tribe, flaring his wings*

Livia: *Steps up onto her perch, her eyes narrowed* Not again...never again!

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I'd be so good to you

Livia: *Looks at the battle below, then leaps forward, using her wings to knock several stalactites down*

Ivan: CHIEF!!!!

Livia: *Hits the ground as several stalactites crushed the man in charge of the attackers*

Ivan: *Rushes over, his eyes wide as Livias eyes glowed* POPPY, SHE'S LOSING A LIFE!!

Poppy: *Rushes over, her eyes wide*

I'd be so good to you

Livia: *Lays on her side, her eyes dull*

Livia: *Gasps, her chief mark dimming*

Ivan: Chief!

Livia: *Stands up and coughs* I'm fine...

Ivan: *Flares his wing, helping her stand* Chief, it's alright...

Livia: *Nods* Take a patrol and bring back the prey...

Ivan: You heard the chief!

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You get separated

Livia: *Stares at Lilia, flaring her wings* This is something I have to do-

Lilia: You don't have to! Let somebody else lead-

Livia: *Stares at him then shakes her head* I gotta do this...

Livia: *Flies after Axes, Mosu, Fira and Nivia, heading across the ocean*

Lilia: *Stares then looks down*

Somebody's gone

Livia: *Stares with wide eyes* POPPY!

Poppy: *Lays on her side, holly berries in her food*

Fira: Healer Poppy...

Livia: *Looks at Leaf, her ears pinned back*

Leaf: *Looks at Livia and nods, stepping up to being Head Healer*

Livia: Alright...let's hold a vigil for Poppy..

And I don't know how this is wrong

Ivan: She is trying HER BEST

Stripe: HER BEST ISN'T ENOUGH!

Pillar: Elders are dying from this sickness!

Ivan: Livia is going to bring in healers from the outside, Leaf has agreed to it!

Ivan: They will be blindfolded and brought in

Stripe: *Huffs* It's like she doesn't trust us..

Pillar: Yeah..

Ivan: *Growls at them*

And I'm so frustrated

Livia: *Grips her hair, tears falling down her cheeks*

Pillar: *Shoves her back* WHY ARE YOU CRYING!? THIS IS YOUR FAULT!!!

Livia: *Flinches, moving back her eyes wide*

Ivan and Leaf: *Glares at Pillar, growling*

Leaf: Watch it, Pillar.

Ivan: Touch her again and I'll rip your throat out!

Livia: *Clenches her eyes shut, clawing at her head trembling*

Falling behind

Ivan: *Walks with the patrol, talking with them*

Livia: *Looks back, her ears drooping*

Ivan: Chief?

Livia: *Looks at him* I'm doing terrible am I?

Ivan: Of course not! You solved the food crisis and saved the elders!

Livia: One died

Ivan: You still saved them all and they're grateful...you're doing just fine..

Livia: *Nods and walks beside him, her ears pinned back*

You were a friend of mine

Livia: *Lays by Connie's grave, her eyes closed as her back gently rose and fell*

Connie(Ghost): *Smiles, laying curled up beside her, his wing tented over her*

???: She is here..

Connie: *Looks up, smiling*

Ivan: *Walks over* I'll take her

Connie: *Nods gratefully to him, fading away*

Ivan: Let's get you back, Chief...

Be so good to you

Ivan: *Lands beside Livia*

Epel: LIV!!

Livia: Hey guys, I came to visit, need a whole break from being chief

Vil: The Kiddos miss you and love when you send them letters

Livia: *Chuckles and nods* Thanks for watching over them Vil, tell them we'll be together again soon

Rook: We will!

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'Cause they don't know you like I do

Livia; *Walks through the tribe, looking around*

Livia: *Smiles and chuckles, kicking a ball back over to a few kids*

Ivan: *Chuckles, walking beside her*

Leaf: Morning Chief, shall I give you the daily report here or at your den?

Livia: Here, as we fly!

Leaf: *Smiles slightly and nods, taking off into the air beside her*

They don't know you like I do

Livia: *Does loops in the air, laughing*

Leaf: Shall I begin?

Livia: *Steadies herself to fly between Leaf and Ivan* Go ahead

Leaf: The apprentice that sprained his foot is doing better, we need more goldenrod though, we're going to be running out in a day or two

Livia: I'll have a patrol escort you to the Herb Tunnel, collect as much as you need but be cautious

Livia: Ivan, can you take care of that patrol?

Ivan: *Nods, smiling at her* Got it

They don't know you like I do

Livia: *Swoops down Leaf and Ivan at her side*

Leaf: The elders are showing signs of their energy returning, we're having them exercise for twenty minutes then returning them to Elders Cove

Livia: That's good..

Leaf: I wish to take on a new apprentice as well, there's this child named Pieper, she shows interest in herbology

Livia: I will call a meeting for it once we are sure we can safely secure more herbs

Leaf: Wise choice

They don't know you like I do

Livia: *Lands on the Perch Rock, looking out around the tribe*

Livia: Ivan, go prepare the patrol for herb collecting

Ivan: Understood! *Turns and flies away*

Livia: Leaf, you may return to your den, the patrol will come grab you when it's time

Leaf: *Nods and flies away*

~~~~

There's a difference from me to them

Livia: *Stares at the tunnel, walking down it with narrowed eyes*

Livia: *Pushes through a wall of vines, flicking her ear as her eyes widened at the sight of paintings on the wall*

???: Welcome Chief Livia...

Livia: *Looks at the lake with a glowing stone in the middle* What...

???: Come closer...

Livia: *Walks over, her eyes wide*

And the road home is paved in star fuckers requiem

Connie: *Smiles, staring at her in the reflection of the water with several others*

Livia: *Stares with wide eyes, tears starting to fall*

Harris: *Smiles softly* Bumblebee

Leia: Livia, you look great!

Dawn: Agreed...

Livia: *Steps into the water, glowing following*

I can never go, go back home again

Livia: *Closes her eyes, her chief mark glowing*

Connie: Blessing of Love

Leia: Blessing of Friendship

Dawn: Blessing of Compassion

Harris: Blessing of Loyalty

Edric: Blessing of Honesty

Livia: *Opens her eyes, her chief mark appearing across her neck*

Connie: Good luck...

Acadia is gone

Livia: *Steps out of the tunnel, finding Ivan there* Ivan...

Ivan: *Beams and leaps forward, hugging her tight* YOU DID IT!!!

Livia: *Stares then pats his back, smiling* Yeah...I did

Ivan: *Moves back, his hand on her shoulder* Great job

Livia: Thanks, Ivan...

Acadia is gone

Livia: *Walks out onto the Perch Rock, a nervous smile on her face*

Leaf: *Looks at the crowd* The Chief Lives!

Ivan: *Yowls, a wide smile on his face*

Livia: *Stares, noticing a few irked and disappointed faces among the crowd*

Leaf: Chief

Livia: *Smiles at Leaf, giving her a reassuring look* Don't worry about it, I'm used to looks like that

Leaf: *Huffs, giving her a look* You shouldn't be...

Acadia is gone

Livia: *Laughs, gently nudging her with her wing* No need to be upset on my behalf

Ivan: *Lands beside Livia, grinning* I'd be mad too in her place

Leaf: Hah! You better be!

Ivan: *Laughs, shaking his head* No need to bite the deputy!

Livia: *Chuckles, smiling at the two*

~~~~

And all my indecision

Livia: *Flinches, her eyes wide at the angry voices*

Ivan: *Snarls at the crowd* EVERYBODY SHUT UP!!!

Leaf: Ignore them, what do you want us to do..

Livia: I-I DON'T KNOW!!! I DON'T!

Livia: *Claws at her head, trembling* Connie should've been leader!

Leaf: *Sighs, flicking her wings* Chief.

Livia: *Looks away*

All of my excess

Livia: *Looks down as some of her people came back wounded*

Ivan: Chief, you did your best

Livia: My best isn't enough! Being a leader means being perfect!!

Livia: My best isn't going to keep them alive!!

Ivan: Chief...

Don't you ever tell me I'm not loving you best

Livia: *Smiles, watching Yang get to practice his skills*

Yang: *Laughs, one of the apprentices tackling him down*

Ivan: *Smiles, coming up beside her* He's good

Livia: *Grins* I know, I trained him myself

Livia: *Looks at a few of her people, noticing their hostile looks then sighs*

Ivan: I'll watch him, promise

Livia: Thanks...

And I just need a minute

Livia: *Lays in her moss bed, her back facing the entrance*

Ivan and Leaf: *Stares at her concerned*

Leaf: Chief-

Livia: Is being leader of this tribe always this hard?

Ivan: *Walks over and nudges her gently* I'll take care of things for you, just rest

Livia: *Closes her eyes* Thanks..

I just need a breath

Livia: *Steps back as her people bombed her with questions* I-I uh...well..

Leaf: STEP BACK AND LET HER BREATH!!

Livia: *Quickly retreats into her den, her eyes wide*

Ivan: *Tents his wing over her* Just breath...

Livia: *Nods, taking a deep breath in then letting it out* Okay...okay..

It's very hard to drink to my continued success

Livia: *Smiles wide, looking at the fruit trees* There we go!

Ivan: Nice idea, Chief

Leaf: A very good one, indeed

Fern: Maybe if she thought of this SOONER we wouldn't have starved for a full day!

Ivan: *Glares at her* YOU ARE NEVER SATISFIED ARE YOU!?

Leaf: A shame...

Livia: *Sighs, looking down*

And I, I slow down

Livia: *Smiles, drawing on the cave walls with paste* You can use this to place history on your home for the new generation!

Bright: That's not a bad idea!

Fink: *Laughs* Young Chief, you certainly do right by us elders!

Livia: Oh please, this is nothing

Daisy: Nothing!? Why you've done so much for us! We are grateful!

Livia: *Smiles slightly, a bit embarrassed* If you say so, hehe

~~~~~

It's better in the worst way

Livia: *Walks along the fishing river, staring at her reflection*

Ivan: *Snatches a fish out of the water*

Bright: *Laughs heartedly, watching the younger generation*

Livia: *Positions herself to catch a fish*

It's getting better in the worst way

Virda: *Grins at Livia from the water*

Livia: *Gasps and swats the water surface, splashing Ivan*

Ivan: *Stares at her then laughs, shaking himself off* Nice one, Chief!

Livia: *Laughs nervously, her ears pinned back* T-Thanks...

Livia: *Glances at the water, trembling*

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zepskies · 7 months ago

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Oof, yeah I didn't give you a whole lot to go on with the tags, did I? 😂 It was a very angsty last part, but still full of fluff and good-hearted moments. 💗 Can't wait to see what you thought of Part 9!!

Totally worth the PTSD if you asked me 🤣

Ha! Same lmfao.

Lol so relatable. That's all of us at some point. I remember doing this when I started dating my husband. Now, not so much... 😂

Haha right? If you've ever seen the movie What's Your Number? (Chris Evans and Anna Ferris) There's a scene there I was kind of drawing from with that early morning "let me sneak out of bed before he sees my bedraggled ass" loll.

Gah, he's so cute! Such a goddamn keeper! 😍 Just imagining his arms around me makes me giddy 🥰

Girl same!! lol I was smiling all while writing this scene. 🥰

I love how your readers are always the best bakers 😁

I've just noticed that this is a habit of mine! loll I just love to cook and bake, so I guess that just comes through in my reader characters. 🥰

Loved that you addressed that! That was a hard subject to write around. I ended up letting Emily decide in the series that I'm currently working on. She's sixteen, after all. Old enough to make those kinds of decisions 🤓

Ooh yeah I had to. It was the crux of the conflict in this chapter, and I thought it was a great opportunity to create one last hurdle to overcome in this narrative.

Lol omg we're twinning again, Ursula!! 🤣 Like-minded as usual on giving the decision to Emily. 💗 I totally agree that she's old enough to decide for herself, especially considering how much she's gone through.

Emily might be my favorite character overall. Love that girl, her quotes, and the way you write her! 🫶😂

Hahaa I love it!! I loved exploring Emily's character and getting that teenager sass. 💕

The chat she had with Carla was quite unexpected and then went as expected. I love that she spoke up and advocated for Beau, though. That took some guts, considering she's taking to the ex-wife of the man she wants to date 👀💪

Yeah I thought it was important to have that final tete-a-tete between the reader and Carla. After what the reader's been through, she's not so afraid of Carla as she might have been before. 😂 But she tried to broach this as respectfully as possible.

Ouch. Such a Carla line and kinda mean. I love the subtle hint of jealousy you can read between the lines 😆

Ooooh yeah, Carla got a bit bitchy and mean there. Definitely defensive, and a hint jealous. 😝 She thinks the reader is trying to tell her how to raise her daughter (not the case, but I could see how someone like Carla would take it that way).

Like, I said above. I made the same decision. Again, great minds think alike, Pheebs 😘

Hahaa love the twinning strikes again!!

Also such a Carla thing that she'd hate on his trailer 😆 You're nailing her!

LOL thank you so much!! I thought she would silently stick her nose up at the idea of him living in a trailer.

The ending was perfect! I loved this series so much! You've done a wonderful job with it! Can't wait to see what else you've got planned for these two 😍❤️❤️❤️

I'm so happy you loved this series, friend. 🥰 I had such a great time putting TMH together and exploring Beau and the rest of the Big Sky cast. And I so hope you enjoy the next two stories in the TMH-verse! Thank you again for taking the time to share your thoughts on every chapter. 💕

Take Me Home - Part 9

Pairing: Beau Arlen x F. Reader

Summary: You are another lost soul at Sunny Day Excursions. You’re aiming to settle in Helena, Montana, where Beau Arlen is the new sheriff in town. But you’ve both got a past you’re running from.

AN: We’ve made it, friends. 🥹 But stay tuned, I have a special announcement after the end of this chapter.~

Word Count: 4.1K

Tags/Warnings: Fluff, angst, hurt/comfort

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Part 9: A Choice to Make

There was a man in your bed.

You were pleased to discover that, although your kidnapping of two days ago hadn’t been a dream, being held warm and secure in someone’s arms this morning wasn’t either.

After slowly blinking awake, you looked up from a familiar freckled shoulder to find Beau’s peaceful face. His hair was a floppy mess, his mouth parted in sleep. It made you smile.

His arm was heavy around your waist. It was nice, but you contemplated how you were going to get over to the bathroom and freshen up; maybe fix your hair, brush your teeth, put a little makeup on…

You were careful in how you grasped his hand. You were about to try and peel his arm off without waking him.

“If my alarm hasn’t gone off, means it ain’t morning yet,” Beau rumbled with his eyes still closed.

You stifled a laugh, but you tried again to pull his arm away. He held you to him tighter.

“Where you think you’re goin’?” he asked. His southern drawl was thicker when he was sleepy.

You giggled lightly and rested back against his bare chest in defeat.

“Was gonna try and fix myself up a little, before you saw me in the raw light of day,” you confessed.

You’d caught a glimpse of the yellowing bruise on your cheek last night in the bathroom mirror. It wasn’t a pretty sight. You weren’t really sure how Beau could see past it.

But at your words, Beau finally cracked his eyes open. He made a show of glancing up and down your body, clad in just your black silk camisole. He couldn’t see the rest of you under the blankets, but what he did see, he liked quite a lot—aside from the parts of you that were still healing.

“You look just right to me,” he remarked, tugging at a strand of your wild, likely knotted hair. “Damn beautiful too.”

Your smile of amusement grew, along with your blush.

“Flatterer,” you accused. Though you rolled off his arm, fearing you were cutting off his circulation. You moved onto his chest instead, where he held you by your waist and you rested your head over his steady-beating heart.

“Nope. That’s the truth, darlin’,” he said, with a deep sigh. You didn’t see the way his eyes closed in contentment. He knew he’d have to get back into work today, not to mention check on Emily and Carla. For now though, he could focus on this. On you.

“Where do we go from here?” you asked. It was a mere whisper against his skin, but he heard you just fine. It was a good question.

“Eggs or pancakes?” he posed.

You smiled, but you shoved at his shoulder.

“You know what I mean,” you said wryly.

Beau’s resulting deep breath raised you as well. He nodded, brushing your hair back away from your face. You pushed up enough to look up at him.

He gave you a quirking smile.

“I want this to stick,” he admitted. “I wanna take you on a proper date and make it official.”

You smiled back at him. “I’d like that.”

“Okay,” he nodded. “We’re in agreement.”

But you didn’t realize that anything official would take more time than either of you thought.

Two weeks later, you returned to the precinct with another basket, this one full of snickerdoodle cookies for the whole squad. Poppernak was especially excited when you handed them over to him.

Beau must’ve heard your voice, because he came out of his office to greet you with a broad smile.

“Well, hey there,” he said. You went to him with a smile of your own, but you waited until he’d led you into his office by the small of your back.

Once he shut the door behind him, he pulled you close by the waist and greeted you with a proper kiss. You didn’t even mind the scratch of his beard against your chin. You just caressed his cheek and met him with as much as he gave.

But all too soon, the kiss dimmed to embers, your lips parting softly from his. He thumbed at your cheek.

“To what do I owe this little visit?” he asked.

“Nothing really,” you said. He sat on the edge of his desk, and you followed him, standing between his legs. His hand stayed comfortable on your hip. You toyed with the top button near his collar.

“Fall semester is starting up in a couple of weeks. I don’t have too much of the summer left,” you said. “I’m trying to be ready but…I don’t know.”

You were a bit nervous about it. After the ordeal of this past month, you’d started seeing a therapist to work through some of that trauma. Sometimes you had nightmares, found it hard to focus on things during the day. You worried that it would affect your work once your classes started up.

Beau knew what that thinly veiled worry in your eyes meant; you’d confided in him after your first therapy session a few days ago. He had been supportive, and even somewhat open to your suggestion that he see a professional himself, for the things he still held deep inside.

“The rocky summer’s almost over,” he encouraged, squeezing your hip. “You’re gonna do great, sweetheart.”

You thanked him with a smile, though your fingers became more gripping on his shirt.

“There is something else that’s kinda bothering me,” you said.

Beau grabbed your hand and held it. “What’s that?”

You leveled him with a knowing look.

“I’m just curious on what we’re doing exactly,” you said. “Considering you still haven’t asked me out ‘officially official.’”

Beau’s lips pressed together with a guilty sort of smile.

“Okay, yes, I’ve been working on that,” he said.

You laughed incredulously. “What’s to work on? It’s a simple question. I promise you, I have a simple answer.”

“But it’s not quite that simple,” he said. That made you pause, along with the sobered look on his face. You slipped your hand out of his and crossed your arms.

“What do you mean, Beau?” you asked.

He grasped your arms gently and let out a deep breath.

“Okay. I just talked with Carla last night,” he said.

It wasn’t a great way to kick things off if he wanted to reassure you. He seemed to know that, and so he spoke quickly.

“After everything that’s happened, she’s thinking of selling the house and taking Emily back to Houston,” he said.

Your face fell with shock. You laid a hand on his chest; to steady him or yourself, you didn’t know which.

“Oh wow,” you uttered.

“Yeah,” he nodded. He dragged a hand over his mouth. You had a feeling this news had been keeping him up at night.

But, you had to voice a thought that began to make your stomach churn with unease.

“Are you…would you move back too?” you asked.

Beau met your gaze with a conflicted one of his own.

“Besides the fact that I got a lot of ghosts in Houston, there are important reasons why I should stay. Why I want to stay,” he said. He picked up your hand again and held it with both of his. “But I also want and need to be there for my daughter.”

You nodded, even as tears burned in your eyes. You knew how hard this time was for Emily right now. What she needed was stability. She needed her father.

“I don’t know what to do here,” Beau admitted.

It was hard, but you breathed through your upset and tried to reign in your tears. You met his gaze and squeezed his hand back.

“You know what I want,” you said, “but you need to do what you think is best. Both for Emily, and for yourself.”

“That’s not an easy question to answer,” he said.

You shook your head. “It might not be, but that’s where we are.”

Your eyes fell to your joined hands, until Beau propped a finger under your chin, guiding your face back up to his. He gave you a kiss that was supposed to be sweet, and comforting.

He only succeeded for the moment.

“Oh God, it’s like I don’t even know you!” you exclaimed. Though you were still laughing.

Beau raised a finger in protest. “Hey, I stand by pineapple on pizza—”

“Alone, Dad. You stand alone,” Emily said. She had a recorder app going on her phone, placed between the three of you in your living room. This marked Episode 1 of her podcast, and already it was going off the rails.

“It ain’t that bad. That’s all I’m saying,” he laughed, holding up placating hands. “Pizza is pizza.”

“Said the human garbage disposal,” you smirked. “Where do you put that one, in your second or third stomach?”

“Nah, the fourth one,” he said, patting said stomach. “It’s got the most room. Very handy at a buffet. Or at Donno’s diner when he puts out the weekly specials.”

You laughed. Beau grinned. Emily made a face of disgust.

“Okay, gross,” she said. “Moving on to the next question.”

“How many you got there anyway?” Beau asked, reaching for the piece of paper she’d printed off with all of these “Questions for Couples.” He’d caught sight of a few spicy ones on there that he’d rather not be asked by his daughter, let alone put on record.

Emily snatched the paper away before he could take it from her.

“Okay, next. What’s the first thing you noticed about each other when you met?” she read off.

You and Beau glanced at each other with curious smiles. That was something neither of you had talked about just yet.

“How about for you?” Emily directed her question at you first. You blinked wider eyes.

“Oh! Um…” you trailed. Beau crossed his arms, adopting a sly, expectant smile. You bit your lip to avoid laughing in embarrassment.

“Okay, well, as you know, we met on that camping trip. If I remember right, I saw him from behind first,” you recalled.

“Liked what you saw, huh?” he teased. You laughed and tried not to blush in embarrassment.

“I noticed how tall he was. I wondered if a mountain man was coming to join us,” you quipped. Beau’s smile kicked up a notch. “But it wasn’t until he turned around, and I saw his handsome face…for me, it was his eyes.”

You were a bit bashful to admit that, but when you looked over at Beau, said handsome face had softened a touch. His hand snuck behind you to settle at the curve of your waist, stroking a thumb along your back.

“And for you, Dad?” Emily asked.

You shot him an expectant look. Beau cleared his throat, looking between his daughter and back to you. Then his smile returned.

“Well, I noticed right off the bat that she was beautiful, of course.”

“Good answer,” Emily nodded, laughing a little. You couldn’t help blushing.

Beau slipped his hand off your waist to come up and brush your cheek instead.

“For me though, it was her smile that did me in,” he said. “She looked up at me, and I uh…yeah. That got me. Was thinking about her for a while after Cassie and I left the camp.”

With that admission, you found yourself melting further. You looked down at your folded hands in your lap, trying to save face, but Beau wouldn’t have it. He took one of your hands in his, brought it up to his lips, and pressed a kiss over your knuckles, making your face warm up further.

Emily watched you both in amusement. She smirked at the next question listed on the page.

“Okay, who pays on dates? Is it Dad every time?” she asked.

Your expression turned dry as you glanced at Beau.

“Well, I wouldn’t know, considering we haven’t been on a real date yet,” you remarked.

Beau gave a tight smile.

“All right,” he said. “Next question, please.”

A couple of days later, you crossed paths with Carla by chance while you were getting office supplies. She was getting moving boxes. There was a stack of them in her cart.

After exchanging some painful small talk, you heeded a gut instinct that had you offering to buy her lunch. So the two of you went to a café in the same plaza, where you each had a sandwich and fries.

“Can I ask you something?” you said.

Carla smiled, taking another fry. “You mean can you ask me something uncomfortable?”

You stifled an awkward laugh. She really was a good lawyer.

“Yeah, that,” you said.

“Sure,” she replied.

You stared back at her for a moment, steeling yourself. You both knew what this was about to be. It was a conversation weeks in the making, but it didn’t make it any easier to begin.

You decided to peel off the Band-Aid.

“Do you still love him?” you asked. You knew you didn’t have to specify whom. Carla sighed and set down her iced tea.

“In a way,” she replied. “I’ll always care about Beau, and I want him to be happy, I do. This has all just been…too much.”

“I understand that,” you said.

Carla hid it well, but there was pain behind her eyes as she looked away. Your heart broke for her a bit. She’d barely been remarried a year before this hellish summer uprooted her entire life.

Now she and her daughter were living in a big empty house that was meant to be for three. Carla had just finished telling you about her plans to sell it, but that also implied that she and Emily were moving.

“Part of this is my fault, I know,” said Carla. “I’m the one who married a man like Avery—”

You gently stopped her with a hand on her wrist. You met her gaze with empathy.

“What he did, and what happened after, that wasn’t your fault,” you said. “I know what it’s like to be with a man who lies.”

It took her a moment, but Carla accepted that with a slow nod. You took your hand back, and once again, you tried to gain your courage to dive into deeper waters.

“I also understand that you have to do what you feel is right for Emily, but…”

Carla met you with a more wry tilt of her head. “Let me guess. You don’t think we should leave Montana?”

Your gaze fell. “I know it’s not really my place to say—”

“And if it was?” she countered.

Your lips pressed together. Well, if she wanted to hear your opinion, then she would have it.

“Look, Carla, I was with Emily through the worst of it,” you said. “I know very well what she’s been through. But another out-of-state move when she’d just started getting acclimated, possibly separating her from her father, is that the right call?”

“You’re assuming Beau would stay. For you?” Carla asked. Her words were pointed. Sharp enough to cut you.

“I won’t lie. I don’t want to lose him…but despite his responsibilities here as Sheriff, I suspect he might leave if you asked him to. If it was for his daughter,” you said. Letting out a breath, you looked down at your folded hands on the table. “I love Emily. I want him to do what’s right for her. But selfishly, I want him to take care of himself too.”

Carla considered that, and you, with a nod.

The two of you continued sipping your iced teas for a while in silence.

When you asked for the check, the server informed you that Carla had already paid for it.

The woman gave you a parting smile before she left. You weren’t sure if she’d done it to treat you, or just to win.

That same night, Carla invited Beau over for dinner with her and Emily. It was pizza Friday, like they used to do as a family.

It was familiar, but different now.

They all were different.

Carla asked them to join her in the living room afterwards, with Emily sitting in a lounge chair while her parents sat on the couch. Beau wasn’t sure what Carla was up to, but he was going along with it.

She took in a deep breath, folding her hands in her lap, and focused on her daughter.

“Em, I need to ask you something.”

The girl looked confused, and a little apprehensive at this point.

“O-kay…”

“I know this past month has been…hard for all of us,” said Carla. “Especially for you, sweetheart.”

She took Emily’s hand.

“You know I think it’s best that we go back to Houston,” said Carla. Emily dimmed at that, and her mother could see it. It pained Carla inside to come to a realization…

“But, I think maybe I made that decision for me, not for you,” she said. She had to blink back the sting of tears. “So, what I’m asking is, do you want to go…or do you want to stay here in Montana?”

Beau glanced over at his ex-wife in surprise. He’d never known Carla to change her mind on anything. But now, now he had hope.

He tried not to show any of that to his daughter though. This was up to her now, and he would support whatever she said next.

“R-Really? I get to choose?” Emily asked. She had the beginnings of tears in her eyes as she looked between her parents.

Carla nodded, attempting a smile through her own tears. “Yes. I, and I’m sure your father, want to do what’s best for you here. What do you want to do?”

Emily considered the question. Yeah, she missed her friends back at school in Houston. They still texted and kept in touch through social media all the time, but she knew it wasn’t the same.

She hadn’t been happy about moving to Montana at first…but after meeting Cassie and Denise, helping them with their cases—it made Emily feel like she was doing work that mattered. That something she did really, truly mattered, and would help people. That was a cool feeling.

Also, she’d met you. She’d begun to find a kind of older sister in you. Someone who encouraged her projects and her creative side without thinking it was too weird, or too annoying. And of course, she could see what you meant to her dad now.

Besides all that though, she just had this gut feeling. Like going back to Houston would be like going backwards.

Emily’s lower lip wobbled. She tried to stop it, but her emotions bubbled over.

“I like it here,” she admitted. “I…I want to stay.”

Beau welcomed his daughter over into a warm hug between them on the couch. Carla rubbed her back and nodded.

“Okay,” she said. “Then we’ll do that.”

They stayed like that for a while. Until eventually, the teen wanted to go back to editing her podcast. She was getting a hang of the editing software, and she wanted to post it online by the end of the week.

“Okay, but I want to hear the final cut before that gets released into cyberspace,” Beau called after her when she ran off into her room.

Carla shook her head and wiped her face dry.

“I still can’t believe you let her record you,” she said with a laugh.

“You and me both,” Beau admitted. If you hadn’t cajoled him into it, he probably wouldn’t have.

And the thought of you had him smiling to himself, more warmly. He’d couldn’t wait to call you…but no, this was something he should tell you in person. He turned to Carla.

“You’re sure about this? About staying?” he asked.

She nodded with a sigh. “We’ll just downsize to a smaller house. Though I will need you to keep sharing more of the custody responsibilities with Emily, presuming you’re able to get out of that trailer of yours.”

Beau wanted to argue that there was nothing wrong with his trailer (sure, it was a bit small. They’d been managing just fine). But as to not look a gift horse-in-the-mouth, all he did was nod in agreement.

“I’ll work on that,” he said.

“Thank you. Beau, I’m grateful for you,” Carla said. Her eyes were honest. “You gave me our daughter. And I’m glad you’ve gotten better, that you’ve been able to work through some of your issues. I think your girlfriend has had something to do with that.”

A smile quirked at Beau’s lips, and he nodded.

“That she has,” he said.

After his shift the following day, Beau met you at the end of your painting lesson at the local art studio. Everyone was starting to pack up their painting supplies. He managed to come up from behind and surprise you.

He tapped you on one shoulder, but appeared on your other side, pressing a kiss to your cheek. He laughed in light of your gasp.

“Hey, baby,” he greeted.

You narrowed your eyes at him in amusement.

“Hey, yourself,” you replied. “Good timing! I just finished.”

While you gathered up your supplies, Beau admired your latest painting that was still drying on the canvas. He whistled lowly.

It was a landscape of Mount Helena. There was mist near its mountain peaks, and dense trees at its base, and wide plains of green, dotted by a couple of horses ranging free.

You swiveled toward him in your chair and looked up at him with a smile. The same one that caught his eye when he met you.

“After everything, everything, I don’t regret coming here,” you said. Your voice shook a little, and your eyes shone with emotion. You stood from your seat and slipped your hand into his. “This is still the place where I got the courage to start over. And it’s where I met you.”

Beau’s face softened.

“So no matter what you decide to do,” you said, “I won’t ever regret knowing you, Beau Arlen.”

His own smile crinkled the corners of his eyes then. He swept a gentle thumb across your cheek.

“I came to tell you that Carla and Emily are staying in Montana,” he said. “So am I.”

You sucked in a trembling breath. Your tears bubbled over and fell, but his hands were there to catch them, framing your face.

“But aside from all that,” he said, with a note of humor gleaming in his eyes. “I’d really, really, like to ask you out to dinner tonight. Call it ‘officially official.’”

You laughed and smiled so bright. You nodded and let him pull you into a warm embrace. He just surprised you by hefting you into his arms next. You yelped and clung to his shoulders.

Your art instructor, as well as a couple of lesson goers remaining in the studio, clapped and whooped and laughed at the way he started carrying you towards the exit.

“Wait, wait, go back! My stuff!” you said, gesturing at your workstation.

Beau graciously backed up so you could grab your bag of paint supplies and your canvas from the easel. It was a little awkward, but you both laughed as he tried to angle you out the door of the studio. He started walking you down the sidewalk.

“Where’re you taking me? My car’s that way,” you pointed in the opposite direction.

“I believe I asked you to dinner,” said Beau, with a teasing grin. “I don’t wanna waste no time.”

You wanted to point out that your hands were stained with paint, and you weren’t dressed for a date in your jeans and plain sweater, and this wasn’t exactly what you meant by asking you out…but maybe you didn’t need a “color-coded list” for everything.

Maybe you could let yourself be a little spontaneous for once.

“Okay, Beau,” you breathed a laugh, and rested your head on his shoulder. “Take me wherever you want.”

“Oh, don’t you worry,” he said slyly. He kissed your forehead. “I’ve got plans for you.”

When he reached the passenger side of his truck, he set you down on your feet. He unlocked it and held the door open while you set down your things. You pivoted on your heel and grabbed the front of his shirt, so you could pull him down to you for a kiss.

He tasted like the promise of good days to come.

AN: And there we have it, friends. 🥹 I truly hope you enjoyed the ride on this series. I've had so much fun exploring Beau and this version of him and the reader. I hope you'll let me know what you think of the finale here. 💓

But, their story's not quite over yet.

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Summary: When Beau starts pulling away from you and Emily during a very difficult case, will the pressure make or break your relationship?

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When we were young

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x original female character (Carey Davis is you)

Summary: Jake and you had been friends since you can remember but as time goes on you can’t help yourself for falling for Jake. Because of fate and some other reasons Jake ends up marrying Melissa, your best friend, and your friendship with Jake falls apart. Years later, you and Jake find each other again and things haven’t changed as much as you thought, for better or for worse.

Childhood friends to almost lovers to strangers to lovers

Tw: Curse, drinking, smoking, shitty dad, mentions of divorce, bad writing and mistakes since English's not my first language.

Italics: Flashbacks

Part 2

1. When we were young

“My God, this reminds me, of when we were young”

You hear someone call your name, but the loud music and the noise of your friends laughing and talking doesn't help you to find whoever's calling your name. You frown lightly as you look around and when you can't find the person who's yelling your name you return your attention to the conversation your friends are having.

You take your glass of beer to your lips and you give it a drink. When someone taps your shoulder you can't help to jump slightly and you notice your friends’ eyes on the person behind you.

You rub your hand on your lips wiping away the trickle of beer that fell from your lips as you jumped. You turn around, only to find “BRADSHAW!” standing there wearing a hawaiian shirt and with a beer on his hand.

“What the hell are you doing here?” He yells at you since the music’s loud and with a huge smile on his face that he manages to infect you “I’m living here actually” you yell back and he leans his head closer to you so he's able to hear you right “Guys!” you yell at your group of friends and you grab Bradley by the arm “This one here’s Bradley, Brad, those are Penelope, Chris and Jackie” you say pointing at each one while you introduce them to Bradley, they nod at him as a greeting and Bradley raises his beer.

Bradshaw leans down a little again to whisper on your ear “Wanna get out of here?” You nod at him immediatly and respond with an almost unhearable yup. “Be right back” you yell at your friends, they nod at you and Chris blows you a kiss that you return to him.

You follow Brad as you both make your way through the crowd, you get to the stairs of the house and when you go down you start to hear the music further away. As soon as you step on the huge garden of the house you sigh and you put out the cigarrette against the wall and throw it in the trash can next to the door.

“How long have you been living here?” Brad asks you making you return your eyes to him “Six months, six months and a half maybe” You shrug and after taking a sip of his beer Bradley offers it to you which you gladly accept “You were definetly the last person I expected to find here” you take your hand to touch your chest and you fake being hurt “Ouch” He laughs and shakes his head “No, I mean like... the last time I saw you, you seemed so settled on Texas, wait! Are you still with Gareth?” You nod at him “I’m still settled, just not in Texas, and yeah, he’s actually here... somewhere” You point at the house when you explain that to him and he nods before making a gesture telling you to follow him.

"There’s some people I want you to meet," he says and you walk beside him. You basically go around the whole house to get to the other side of the patio where there is a group of guys sitting at a table drinking and laughing out loud. You approach them and the first to notice you is a tall guy with a mustache "Rooster, you've got my beer, right?"

Brad tenses a little bit and before he says anything the guy speaks up again “No worries, Bradshaw, who’s your friend though?” He points at you and you crack a smile “Carey, Payback, Payback, Carey” You're extend your hand and he shakes it nodding at you respectfully before turning his head to look at the crew "Anybody want a beer?"

The only woman on the table raises her hand and holds up two fingers on the air and Payback nods at her before making himself towards the entrance of the house. Bradshaw and you get closer to table and as if you were someone extremely important Bradley makes an anouncement to introduce yourself to the group.

"Guys, this is Carey. Carey, those are Phoenix, Bob, Fanboy, Fritz, Coyote and-" he stops pointing at them and clears his throat, trying to call the attention of the guy turning his back to you while he's talking to a woman, the guy doens't seem to care so Bradley points at him and calls his name, well, his callsign "And that's Hangman"

The blonde tall guy finally turns to pay attention to Bradley and when he looks at you, you notice his lips parting and you cross your arms raising an eyebrow.

"Melissa, you need to calm down" you were telling your friend Melissa while you were walking next to each other towards the football training yard "How am I supposed to be calmed? What if he doesn't like me?" You rolled your eyes at her "It's possible" Melissa stopped walking at turn to you bringing her hand to her chest, you giggled at her action "I'm kidding, Mel, I mean, Jake's an idiot but never a bad person" Melissa seemed to relax after you told her that and sighed "Don't joke about that, Carey"

You giggled again and started walking again with her following you. You got to the football yard and make your way through the already seated people on the bleachers. You ended up sitting on the third row covering your faces with your hands since the sun was exactly on you.

There were eight minutes left of the match and while you waited for it to end anxiously sitting and moving your foot, Melissa spent those eight minutes cheering the "team" when in reality she was cheering Jake, and Jake only.

The bell rings and that's when you know that the game's over. You noticed Jake jogging towards your direction and you waved at him, when he approached you he went for the hug but you stopped him quickly "Not sweating like that, Seresin" He rolled his eyes and without a warning attracted your body to his hugging you. You pressed your hands against his abdomen pushing him away and after a couple seconds he finally let you go "Jake! You're disgusting!" He giggled and then winked at you "You adore me"

You rolled your eyes at him giggling too "What the hell are you doing here, DVD? This isn't your natural habit" You rolled your eyes at the stupid nickname he used on you and then you pointed at Melissa "Jake, this is Melissa, she's my best friend... Melissa, this is Jake, but you already know that" You said the last part in a whisper, making Melissa laugh awkwardly and she waved at Jake, who gave her a smile and returned to look at you

"I thought I was your best friend" You touched his left shoulder and looked at him directly in the eye "You're not special, babe... Ew! I forgot your sweaty!" You quickly took your hand away from his body and he laughed at you making you laugh too "Anyways, I just wanted you to know each other"

Melissa was standing awkwardly beside you and for someone who usually speaks A LOT she was extremely quiet, Jake on the other hand was starting at you while he cleaned the sweat off his face with a little towel "You should come home for dinner tonight, you haven't visited us in three days, the family's started to worry" You rolled your eyes jokingly at him and nodded "Yup, I'm in"

Jake gave you a genuine smile and you smiled back "Okay, you better go... To clean yourself and we-" you grabbed Melissa by the arm "Should get going to class"

"Yes ma'am" He nodded at you and then stepped closer with his open arms to hug you making you stepped back raising you arm in front of you, making a stop sign "JAKE! STOP!" He only laughed and then said "Fine, I'll hug you tonight"

You giggled before turning around and started walking away with Melissa on your side, you didn't know exactly what it was but something made you turn your head to look at Jake once again, who was still staring at you as you were leaving.

///

You weren't exactly sure why you did it, it probably was the fact that she begged you the whole day, but there you were walking towards the Seresin's house with Melissa on your side

When you stepped on the porch of the huge house you noticed Melissa fixing her dress and you whispered to her "I told you to wear jeans" she shook her head in denial "How am I supposed to make a good impression on my future in laws wearing jeans, Carey?" You rolled your eyes jokingly as you scoffed and then you rang the doorbell.

Jake's youngest sister Leslie opened the door and as soon as she saw you she threw herself over you "CAREY!" You giggled while you hugged her and when you separated she turned to look at Melissa and you began to explain "She's Melissa, my best friend" Leslie hugged her too and then looked at me again, frowning "I thought my brother was your best friend"

"He is also my best friend, Les" She nodded at you, understanding, and then moved from the door so you could get in. It didn't matter how many times you've been here, it didn't ceased to surprised you how huge and gorgeous their house was. It was a huge rustic wooden house with some modern touches to it.

You went straight to the kitchen, knowing exactly who you'll find there: Jake's middle sister, Lauren, and their mom, Maria, hurriedly cooking dinner "Can I help you with something?" Both of them turned to look at you with a huge smile on their faces "DVD!" Lauren said excitedly making mama Seresin hit her lightly on the arm and you moved your lips telling her "It's fine", Lauren giggled and mama Seresin started speaking "You forgot about us, Carey"

You shook your head in denial still smiling at them "I didn't, Jake stopped inviting me" Mama Seresin moved to the sink to wash her hands "You know he doesn't have to, you're always welcomed" You smiled at her widely and she smiled back before moving closer to Melissa and she extended her hand to greet her, Melissa shook it smiling nervously at her "Ma, she's Melissa, Melissa, that's the one and only Mama Maria Seresin" Mel smiled at her and Ma said"It's a pleasure to meet you, Melissa"

"The pleasure's mine" She responded. You noticed Lauren struggling with a cooking pot so you spoke up "Let us help you, ma" You were sure Ma was going to answer with a "nothing" like always, but this time she put two cutting boards, two knives and a bunch of veggies on the bar of the kitchen "Can you help me cutting these?" You and Melissa nodded at her and sat on the bar chairs to start cutting the veggies.

It surprised you when Melissa finally said something "Why did you call her DVD?" Lauren laughed at her question "Y'know how her name's Carey Davis? Well, her initials are CD and where do you play those?" Melissa seemed to got it pretty fast and answered "DVD" Lauren nodded at her still giggling and even though the whole nickname was pretty stupid, you all laughed at it.

You heard the back door opening and you didn't need to look to know that Jake's home. He was wearing shorts, a black T and a cap, that he took off when he entered the house "Carey! Oh... Hi Melissa" He awkwardly waved at Melissa and she didn't hesitate for a second before waving at him back. Jake was confused, you could tell and you gave him a smile, almost like saying sorry for brought her over, considering that everytime after dinner you had a night talk before you went back home.

Jake cracked a smile that you read as it's fine and pointed at you "You owe me a hug" You turned in the chair and he made his way towards you and hugged you as soon as he was close enough to you, you graped you arms around his body and he leaned down his head a little bit and whispered on your ear "She's so in love with me, Carey" you put your mouth against his shoulder to avoid laughing out loud "I know, so don't be a prick with her" You didn't see your face nut you were sure that he rolled his eyes and then you broke the hug.

"What are we eating, Ma?" Jake asked her mom approaching her to give her a kiss on the forehead and then he messed up Lauren's hair, making her punch him on the shoulder "Chili, with veggies, that I hope are cut by now" You sat down on the bar quickly to finish cutting the vegetables and you noticed that Melissa finished cutting them already and was staring at Jake and she was not being subtle about it, making you giggle.

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You brought the last pot to the table and sat down on the dining table at the same time as everyone else. You sat between Lauren and Leslie and Melissa was sitting next to Jake and in front of you. Mama Seresin was between Melissa and Lauren and John Seresin between Jake and Les. You noticed Jake tensing when his dad sat next to him and he looked for your eyes, you gave him a reassuring smile and Ma broke the ice "Well everyone, go ahead"

The rest of the dinner went pretty well, Jake's sisters were asking Melissa a lot about her and she was gladly answering them and somehow John Seresin wasn't throwing his classic hateful comments.

We were eating dessert when Melissa turned to look at Jake and then looked at me "How did you two become friends?". Jake looked at you and seemed to be waiting for you to respond first but you were waiting for him to respond, so when you responded, you did it at the same time

"When he hit me with a ball!"

"When we were in elementary!"

You both looked at each other and started laughing at the same time, he told you with his eyes to go on and you did "When we were on elementary I went to the restroom one day, and in our school to be able to get to the restroom, you needed to cross the sports patio, so yeah, I was walking towards the bathroom and I saw a group of kids playing basketball and for obvious reasons I moved to the other side of the patio to avoid being hit by them, but it didn't work anyway because when I was about to get into the bathroom I didn't saw a ball coming my way so it hit me exactly on the face-" you stopped for a second and you laughed at your own anecdote

"And well, it hit me, hard. My nose started to bleed and one of the kids ran on my direction and asked me if I was fine, I said yes although my nose was bleeding big time, he told me that I didn't look fine and after insisting a lot he took my to the nursing. He was so worried that he waited for me to came out even after the nurse told him it wasn't anything serious, he took me to my classroom after that and at the end of the day he waited for me on the entrance of the school, he apologized again although by that point I told him that I was fine for the eleventh time and he still didn't seem to accept it so I told him that if he was really sorry he will walk me home, he accepted and little did we know that we lived on the same street"

"That kid was Jake, obviously, and after that day he started waiting for me so we would walk to school together and we've been inseparable since"

Jake looked at you with an expression you never saw in his eyes before, it was almost as if he was admiring you and when he noticed you staring at him, he shook his head and rasped his throat "She just can't get away from me" You rolled your eyes at him making him laugh

"Also, Carey is his only friend since my son is incapable of having male friends, he's like having another daughter" John Seresin spoke up for the first time on the whole evening and you noticed how Jake's jaw clenched and looked down at his hands under the table, you moved your left foot to touch his leg and he looked up at you forcing himself to smile.

Lauren broke the uncomfortable silence by saying "Let's pick up the table", you nodded at her and stood up taking one of the pots with you as Lauren was picking up the plates and cutlery, Ma was about to stand up too but Lauren stopped her and she mouthed a thank you at you, then Jake stood up too and took the other pot from the table, ignoring the fact that his dad was looking at him with a quizzical expression.

When you got to the kitchen you found Jake leaning against the bar with a glass of water on his hand "Jake-" he cut you off, not in a rude way though "It's fine, Carey, it's not like I care anyway" he was looking down at the glass of water but still you tried to catch his eyes "But you do care, Jake" he didn't say anything else and you didn't either, you just walk towards him and hugged him.

It took him a second to adjust and accept the hug but once he did he graped his arms around your waist and placed his head on your shoulder. You weren't sure how long you stayed like that but you separated abruptly when Lauren got in the kitchen, she looked at you and laughed "Geez, calm down" You were scratching the back of your neck and Jake took the glass of water on his hands again. Lauren walked out of the kitchen and you followed her, not without giving Jake one last look before going back to the dinner room.

“Jake Seresin” you say as he stares at you, completely surprised at your presence “From beyond the grave” He scoffs and walks towards you, he gets close to you, but not too close “Hi” he says and you give him a clearly fake smile. He opens his mouth to say something else but he’s interrupted by Bradley, who's seems to be confused at your interaction “You know each other?” You look at Bradley again and he's frowning. You both respond him at the same time.

“We were in school together”

“We were best friends”

Jake and you look at each other and if you knew him still, you would say that he was hurt by the way you described your relationship with him, but you don’t know him anymore so you can’t really tell.

Bradley’s looking at you both intrigued and with a playful smile on his face “You should rehearse that” he says playfully and leaves you to joins the rest of the guys on the table. Jake takes the beer on his hand to his lips and he frowns when he realizes that it’s empty “Want a drink?” He asks you and you nod at him as a response.

He starts walking to the house and you follow him, noticing how he’s turning his head to look at you until you get to the kitchen. Once you’re in it, you notice how the music is quiter than before and how the kitchen is not as crowded. You take a sit on the coffe table on the corner of the room. Jake opens the refrigerator and takes out two beers and opens them with the bottle opener embebbed on the wall, he extends his hand towards you and you grab the bottle, not without thanking him first.

He leans on the wall with his shoulder against the wall and you take a drink “So, how do you know Rooster?” You swallow the beer before responding him “He’s a friend of a friend, we were introduced a few years ago and we’ve been friends since then” Jake nods and takes a sip of beer “I assume you fly with him?” Jake nods again “Yeah, I do, but we’re not really friends” You’re the one nodding now and you’re unsure about what to say about that, but you don't have to think much because Jake speaks up first "How do you know I fly though?" He asks you and you scoff "Jake, I might not be your friend anymore but that doesn't mean I'm not close to your family anymore"

He raises and eyebrow "You're still close to my family?" You nod "Pretty close actually" He has that surprised expression on his face again and you begin to explain before he asks "I asked them not to tell you, if that's what you're wondering" he shakes his head slowly, like processing what I'm telling him and then he speaks again "So you live in Texas again?"

"I lived there for a while after college, but a few months ago I moved here with my boyfriend" He nods again and his expression is an unreadable one "And where is he?" He asks me and you make a hand gesture "He's in this party, somewhere" You take a drink of your beer again and you notice Jake's evading looking at you "What about you, Jake? Where's Melissa?" He turns to look at you abruptly when he hears that name.

"How would I know?" He says that with a cutting voice and it surprises you making you frown, he continues speaking "For you being pretty close to my family, it surprises me that you have no idea" You still have confused written all over your face so he finishes his explanation "We're getting divorced, Carey"

Your lips parted lightly and you feel your eyes opening in shock "I'm sorry, Jake" He scoffs "Are you really?" You roll your eyes at him and stand up ready to leave when he shakes his head and grabs you lightly by the arm "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that" You place your hand in top of his to take it away from your arm "Whatever, Jake, you clearly haven't changed" He shakes his head again and you speak again "I'm going to go find my-" You're cut off by an arm graping around your shoulders and a kiss on your forehead, Jake stops grabbing your arm and you realize who it is

"I was looking for you" you say making your clearly drunk boyfriend blush "And I was looking for you" he says and tips your nose with his index finger, he leans down to kiss your cheek and whispers on your ear "Are we leaving?" You nod at him and turn to look at Jake again "Jake, this is my boyfriend Gareth, Gareth, that's Jake Seresin"

Gareth opens his mouth exaggerated and points at him looking at you "He's Maria's son?" You nod and Gareth extends his hand to shake Jake's, which Jake shakes reluctantly as he asks "You know my mom?" Gareth nods "All your family, actually, I met Carey through Lauren" he slurs his words and you put your arm around his body to give him equilibrium. Jake looks at you, more confused than before and you just shrug.

"Anyway, I'll-” You correct yourself "We'll see you around I guess" Jake only nods and you turn around and start walking away almost dragging Gareth with you

You hear Jake's voice calling your name as you're stepping outside of the kitchen but you pretend to not hear him and you keep walking away.

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