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juminly · 4 years ago

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Poison & Wine (Dabi x Reader)

Fandom: Boku No Hero Academia/My Hero Academia. Pairing: Dabi x Female!Reader. Summary: Dabi just wanted you to pour him some wine. Things just get a bit more heated from there as you when you get a good taste of him... and he just does the same. Rating: Explicit. (Minors, DNI) Warnings: Alcohol Consumption, Pet-Play, Teasing, BDSM, Desk Sex, Rough Sex, Slight Degradation, Blow-Job, Hate sex?, A tiny tiny bit of Gore, Doggy-Style, Hair-Pulling, Creampie. Word Count: 4.7k ~ –♥– There he goes again. Calling you a puppy and asking you to go fetch him a bottle of wine. Emphasis on the word bottle cause God forbid you got him something else, he was going to burn something to ashes and you would have to suffer the consequences, for whatever reason that may be. Out of all of the villains you met, Dabi was the worst of them all. You've heard much about him, those bright and deadly blue flames of him that strike both fear and bewilderment in your heart.

He was different from them all. You knew exactly why but never dared to say it.

You had no idea why he was in Kurogiri/Shigaraki's study and you couldn't care less. Or that's what you told yourself. Even before you found yourself accidentally associated in one of the League of Villains crimes, you had no choice but to join them, even if you were but a mere quirkless human. You used your talents to do research, aka gathering intelligence on the public's opinion on the war between heroes and villains in return for their protection, keeping you from getting locked in prison for life, for a crime that you didn't even commit.

Opening the door to the study, a small gasp escaped your lips which you immediately masked with a few words, the surprise you felt betrayed you and ringing clearly in your voice even when you huffed as disgruntledly as you could. "H-Here's the bottle. Where do you want it?"

Sitting in a disheveled button down white blouse, his chest was on full display, showcasing the staples that joined the curved lines of his pale skin with the wrinkled burnt flesh, the contrasting purple was never something you could get used to, especially when you thought about how he even suffered such atrocious injuries. But it was... his hair, stark white compared to the usual black that he wore, the spiky locks appeared to glow when he brushed a scarred hand between them while he looked up blankly at the ceiling.

When was he going to acknowledge you? Or at least the wine that you brought him?

Even with his physique covered in marred skin, his turquoise eyes gazing at you with nothing but complete disinterest, evidently bored with your mere existence as he always seemed to remind you with either his words or his actions. You could offer him nothing, annoying him to the point of contempt. Why was he so pissed off with you being around? Why did he treat like you were some sort of slave? You had no idea.

Well, he could kill you right on the spot so you had better do as he said, having the power to go down in flames in a split-second, turn you to nothing without a blink of his gorgeous eyes. It was a challenge, you finding him incredibly and criminally attractive, spending countless nights with your fingers, knuckles deep inside your dripping cunt, calling out Dabi’s name… wishing that you knew his real one.

Fuck him for making you feel this way. Literally.

If only.

"Is that how you speak to your Master, little puppy?" He smirked, the words dragging from his lips as he drawled teasingly, not even bothering to sit up and look at you as he addressed you. You were wondering why he didn’t even speak to you when your feet had been frozen in place, your mind travelling to a place so far away… a place that could never exist. One where you… "If you know what's best for you, come here and pour me some." Dabi interrupted your thoughts, his raspy voice portraying his bubbling frustration.

Fucking son of a bitch. Walking towards him, you stood behind the chair he was slouching on, looking down at him yet his eyes were still trained on the ceiling, flickering only momentarily towards you then back on whatever it is he was staring at. What the hell was he looking at? Tilting your head upwards, you found nothing. Just the plain white ceiling. Okay… weird. Sighing, you brought your attention back to him and droned, your own irritation with him growing. “Do you have a glass somewhere around here? You just asked me to fetch the damn bottle.” Idly lifting his hand towards his face, you watched as one of his long bony fingers pinched one of the staples by his lips, plucking them out without even a wince and he did the same on the other side, snickering at your reaction. He didn’t even have to look at you to see you wince at his seemingly masochistic behaviour, the pain actually a feeling that he welcomed with open arms, amongst other sensations that he sought. Right then, he just really wanted some liquor in his system and to spite Kurogiri. It was no one’s business why he wanted to do so but unjustifiably consuming heaps of the man’s favourite wine. That would definitely do it. “Quit your damn yapping? I swear, you’re worse than fucking white noise.” Now that he removed one of the staples, Dabi could open his mouth even wider, his long tongue lapping up at the small trail of blood that oozed from the small pricks on his skin, the familiar metallic taste settling on his tongue eliciting a small groan of approval from him. “Why would I need a damn glass when I’ve got a puppy to help me drink it all up?” Without even waiting for your response, Dabi glared at you from the corner of his eyes, his head tilted back with his mouth wide open, waiting for you to actually move. You didn’t know why you let him string you along the way he did but here you were, popping the wine bottle open and tipping it slowly, watching the vinaceous liquid flow into Dabi’s expectant mouth. Your eyes remained trained on him, observing how he let the liquid accumulate in his mouth, then swallowing it in large gulps, his adam’s apple protruding visibly from his throat, you found yourself mesmerized by the way it bobbed up and down as he continued to take more and more of the wine inside his body. The moment you tried to tip the bottle back a bit, easing slightly on the amount you poured, a threatening groan rumbled in his chest, making you roll your eyes at him. “You can choke on that damn wine for all I care. I won’t stop until you finish the bottle then.”

The corner of his lips, of his face to be more accurate, turned up into a malicious smirk, as derisive as he ever was, his turquoise eyes staring into yours as the wine began to seep past his lips and broken flesh. A blood-red trail began meandering down his face, tracing the skin of his neck as it began to flow freely, painting a stream of crimson rivers along the valleys of his sculpted chest, as if it were worshipping the ripples of his scarred skin and reaching down to the end of the path, right by his Adonis belt where Dabi’s low-hanging pants lied. You could feel your throat getting dry, thoughts playing over what the man that lounged before you looked like past his well-defined V-line. How much of a tease could he be? Not only was he sitting in an almost indecent manner, practically asking for you to drool and swoon all over how fuckable he was? God knew how much you craved him, the countless fantasies of yours where he just gripped you by the neck and railed you, leaving you breathless, with a sore pussy and legs that practically turned into jelly.

“Hey!” He snapped you out of your lustful reverie, realizing that you had already emptied the bottle, tiny droplets were now falling on Dabi’s face and trickling down his chin. He cocked an eyebrow at you, not bothering to wipe the rivulets of wine that joined the red roadmap that you drew on his imperfectly perfect banging body. Hngh, why the fuck did he make you this thirsty? “Yo, pup. You gonna stop spacin’ out and clean up this damn mess?”

Normally, you would’ve just walked away but something kept your damn feet glued to the floor, your eyes searching around the room for napkins. It wasn’t like anything in this damn room could be used to get those wine stains off his shirt. With the same hand you held the wine bottle in, you placed it over your hip and the other on your waist, informing him despondently. “There ain’t any tissues here so you’ll have to make do with that already ruined shirt of yours.

“You’re running that pretty mouth of yours. I’m sure you could put it to better use.”

“Yeah, I could.” You replied, without even realizing the implications of your own words.

”Then get on with it.” Dabi rolled the chair a tad and spread his legs even wider, giving you enough space to step in between them and you did exactly just that. With his eyes closed shut, he just let you take matters into your own hands, thinking you were the one in control. You didn’t think your actions through but you found yourself hovering over him, balancing yourself with your hands on the back of the chair. Leaning down, your tongue trailed over the corner of his jawline, the tender feeling of his marred skin strange but not revolting in the least.

It was exhilarating, finally being able to have your lips on his body, to know how he felt and especially the part of him that made him seem even more of a ‘bad guy’. In your eyes, he was the hottest fucker you could have your hands on and right then, your lips wantonly kissed down the column of his neck, sucking on his skin, looping your tongue around his collarbone. Hiking down his chest, you lapped up the crimson liquid, sucking on the piercing rings that adorned his nipples. Why was he like this? Why was it that he didn’t seem the least bit affected by this? You could already feel your body running hot, adrenaline rushing through your veins. He didn’t ask for you to do anything to pleasure him but this certainly came as an added bonus, his pants tightening with every brush of your wet tongue, every kiss from your soft perfect lips on his hideous self. The smile that turned up the corner of his lips was an involuntary one, a certain anticipation building inside of him to see how you would react as you travelled further down his ripped body, reaching where his pants were feeling tight as shit. Oh well, it was going to hurt if he just relieved himself as you did your thing. Now, would it? His hands were focused on freeing his half-erect cock from his pants and damn, it was a good day to have gone commando and be chilling with wine just streaking his body and a good puppy just licking it all off. Now that your lips had already found his rib cage, intricately and delicately licking all traces of red from his skin, a small yelp escaped you as your upper lip got caught on one of the staples. While crouching down so you could tend to his abs, completely ignoring the nick of your lips, Dabi grabbed your chin and tilted your head up before your knees could touch the floor, before you could finally get to the part you’ve always dreamed of. Licking his abs. With your eyes locked on turquoise, you gulped loudly as he hunched forward abruptly, capturing your upper lip between his and sucked lazily, dragging his tongue lazily over the bit of blood that dripped from your soft flesh. To keep yourself from falling, you stabilized yourself with your hands on his knees, reeling over him hungrily as he teased you by letting his tongue delve into your mouth, brushing against the roof of your mouth, having you let out an involuntary preen at the shivering sensation that washed over you. Before you could even kiss him back or even get a better taste of him, he broke your bind with a final suck, licking his lips as he slouched back against the chair once again. Fuck. You knew that he was packing under the belt but holy shit, you weren’t expecting to see Jacob’s Ladder pierced from the base of his cock right to his tip. His loose grip on his length made your mouth water, your mind certainly no longer focused on his abs but on the way you saw his thick shaft lay heavy in his palm, hardening by the second as he brushed the underside with his thumb. “You’re really provin’ to be a bad pup. There’s still some wine left.” Giving him your best glare, you propped yourself comfortably between his thighs, slapping his hand away from his cock, earning you a warning glare of his own. “Shut up. I’ll get to it later. Let me help you with this.” You grumbled, wrapping your lithe fingers around his girth with one hand, dragging your fingers up and down the underside of his cock, feeling the bumps of the cool metal in the experimental trail you drew, just to gauge his reaction. Staring at you with half-lidded eyes, his face stretched into a lazy smirk, his tongue wetting his lower lip in a swift sweep. “You’re just hungry for my cock, huh? Could’ve just said so.” Lifting his hands to cradle the back of his head, he was ready to enjoy the show. Prying your mouth slightly ajar, you began by giving him kitten licks around his tip with your palm squeezed the base of his cock, focusing on pumping him with a steady rhythm. Your curiosity guided you as you enveloped his tip with your mouth, suckling on it harder while your tongue swept on the underside of his shaft, teasing him around the metal circle you found there then up to his slit, feeling the salty taste of his pre-cum hit your tongue. You really tried, really did but ultimately failed when you moaned appreciatively as he got thicker inside your mouth, motivating you to open even wider and take him even deeper into your mouth, releasing your hands to tend to his balls, kneading them with enough pressure to have him twitch against your tongue. Your eyes fleeted up towards him, finding Dabi still wearing the stoically unimpressed expression he usually had. You had a fucking mouthful of his cock and he wasn’t even batting an eyelash. What kind of self-control did this guy have? “Didn’t know that you like having your mouth full of cock, puppy.” He chuckled deep and low, the rumbling only infuriating you… and arousing you too. Lowering yourself down further, you flattened your tongue against him, letting it glide over his hard cock, sucking him deeper as while you hollowed your cheeks, choking slightly the moment he hit the back of your throat. Wait… he wasn’t all the way in yet! You were going to have to ease him even further inside in your next try. Sucking in a deep breath, you swirled your tongue around his length languorously, making sure that every bit of him was warm and slick, your mouth feeling immediately lighter as you suckled on his tip. Just thinking about how big he is had you squirming, your panties growing slick with the thought of him stretching your tight pussy with his thick cock. With your strong resolve, you relaxed your jaw and swallowed him whole this time, bobbing your head over him as drool dripped from your lips, the wet noises of your sucking getting louder as you moved with smug eagerness. If you were looking to get a reaction out of him, well… you were better off looking elsewhere.

“You’re gonna keep wagging your tail like a bitch in heat?” You suddenly felt his hand on you, gripping your hair harshly. He yanked your head away from him, his cock slipping out of your mouth with a loud wet pop, you licked up the drool seeping from the corner of your mouth. “You wanna choke on my dick or stuff your dripping pussy with me?” He spoke harshly between his teeth, the aggression in his words making your core clench with need, fucking reeling just for him to finally fuck you the way you always wanted. “You’re drooling for my cock and I’m being nice enough to ask you what you want. Answer me.”

With your lips parted, you gasped for air, the heat pooling between your legs was something that you could no longer ignore despite the fact that you hated how much your body just ached him. ”Get your fucking hands off me.” Gripping his hand tightly, you sank your nails into his skin and removed it from the crown of your head and back to his side. “Since you asked me, ‘nicely’, what I want…” You spat venomously at him, unzipping your pants and popping the button before shimmying out of them, your hips moving side to side as you slid your panties down along with it, turning around to step your feet out of them, exposing your bare ass to Dabi’s now slightly more interested eyes. “Mhm… I always thought you had a nice ass, puppy but I’m actually impressed.” You felt a bit smug that he found you at least kinda attractive, or that’s at least what you thought he was trying to say. You were able to get it up for him and please him thoroughly with your mouth, so it seemed fair to assume so. Still, why the fuck did you care what he thought of you? You really… really hated how cold and impassive he was with you.

“Fuck you, Dabi.” You growled out. With your hands settling on either side of his head, gripping the back of his chair while you placed one knee on it and then the other, finally straddling him and feeling the tip of his erection brushed against your lips.

“Haha, most gladly. But this is not gonna go the way you want.” Mocking you with a derisive smirk, his hands grabbing onto your waist and lifting you off the chair as he stood and kicked the damn thing away from him. With your feet now dangling off the floor, he grinned widely, his face was the true representation of malice and chaos. “I’ll give you exactly what you asked for.” He breathed raspily, the threatening edge to his voice made you want to squirm in his hold yet you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing you weak for him. You already felt the wetness of your slick pool at your core, drenching your lips and drip down your inner thighs, a sensation that you were so familiar with when you spent so many nights just edging yourself with wet daydreams, initially refusing to give in to your lust for the despicable man. One moment, you were facing and the next, he flipped you onto your stomach over the desk, basically slamming your body onto the wooden surface, spreading your legs apart while you scrambled to plant your feet on the floor, reaching for the edge of the desk and gripping it with all your might. You were right in doing so because the second you were parallel to the floor, Dabi lined his cock at your entrance and thrust violently inside of you, impaling you as he stretched your tight walls with no prelude whatsoever. The mixture of pleasure of being filled so deliciously made you cry out but didn’t keep you from wincing, your breath coming out in gasp at the sore sensation in your pussy, having been jabbed into so abruptly. “Still too early to whine, puppy. We’re just getting started.” He chuckled mockingly, his voice still as monotonous and raspy as it had always been, as if he wasn’t so strenuously splitting you with his cock. With his hands at your hips, his bruising grip held you tightly in place as he rocked his hips against you, the wet sounds of your sopping pussy milking him as his balls slapped against you, electrifying tremors racking through your legs with the intensity of his assault. You didn’t mind the manhandling, it was hot and like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. Holy fucking shit… you didn’t know that Jacob’s Ladder would feel this good, adding another layer of stimulation that had your eyes roll back. You had never been fucked like this before and the sounds that came from your lips were a true testament to that. You were never really a loud one in bed but Dabi was making you moan loudly, your tight core sucking him in every time he pulled your hips to him, slamming into you and sheathing himself fully inside of you, the tip of his cock grazing your sweet spot only for a split second before he pulled back, removing himself completely out of you just to hear you keen loudly for him, begging for his cock, especially when you felt the cool metal dragged out of your walls. “Hah… fuck fuck… fuck me harder, damn it!” You screamed through heaving gasps, your voice muffled as you spoke against the hard surface beneath you, holding on to it with your dear life as it began rocking under you every time he pummelled you. The strength he put into each thrust was more than enough to have your legs quaking, your sense of equilibrium teetering on the edge, just like your sanity was. He felt way too fucking good and you wanted more. “Aren’t you a greedy little bitch, huh?” He drawled, unable to keep himself from laughing out loud. You were really proving yourself to be such a good puppy for him and he was definitely starting to get more and more into this. “Milking my cock like this and you still want more?” His unrelenting rhythm in which he was fucking you slowed after every few harsh thrusts, allowing your pussy to swallow him whole, your inner walls just tightening around him, the wet contractions accompanied by your annoyingly sweet whines intoxicating him even more that the full-bodied wine he emptied. He always wanted to have such a good pet like you, with a pussy as ready and welcoming as yours yet strong enough to handle him just as he was. “You just really want me to wreck you, puppy. How long have you been fantasizing about me fucking you like this?” He asked, his raspy timbre wavering slightly as his breath quickened, pleasure making his walls slowly crumbled but what really mattered still remained. He was the one in control. “Answer me, bitch.” He didn’t have to sugarcoat things for you, take it easy on you or treat you like you were fragile. Reaching forward, he laced his fingers into your locks, latching on your hair and pulling your head back, forcing you off the desk to look into his cruel turquoise orbs. He really wished he had a collar wrapped around your pretty little neck and a chain that he could just pull on. For now, your hair would make do.

“Yesssss… fuck mee, yesss. I hate you so much for this, Dabi.” You mewled out, the knot in your stomach becoming excruciatingly tighter, the eminent pulsing of your ravaged core assuring that your release was near. Fuck, fuck, fuck. The feeling of your hair being tugged on your scalp had your eyes burning, tears forming in the corner of your eyes but it wasn’t only from the stinging sensation that was borderline abusive. And you loved it. “Hate me all you want.. I know you’ve been fucking yourself to the thought of me.” Dabi droned, a teasing lilt to his tone that set you aflame and your blood boiling. What he said was unfortunately true and who were you to deny it. Nodding in response to him or to your own thoughts, you weren’t entirely sure. All you knew was that you absolutely loved how he was using you like the pet that you were. His fuck toy.

“Don’t try to be proud. I can feel your pussy clamping my cock harder now.” Driving himself into you, his cock pushed even deeper inside of you when you arched your back, pushing your ass up and getting him to penetrate you even more. “You like it rough, don’t ya?” For the first time since he started fucking you, a deep groan ripped from his throat, exhaling through gritted teeth as the pleasure of being enveloped by your warmth finally started creeping on to him, managing to break through the stronghold that was his emotionless demeanor. He didn’t expect you to feel so damn good and he just needed so much more of you, feeling himself get closer to his orgasm as his cock began to twitch inside you, your pussy squeezing him even tighter with you being right over the edge of falling apart. Just a few more thrusts and he was gone. Pulling even harder on your hair, you raised yourself onto your elbows, crying out as Dabi was now repeatedly hitting you exactly where you needed him to, the one hand he had on your hips thankfully keeping you in place while he pumped himself into you, the pace of his thrusts faltering as your release came crashing down on you. Your choked moans threw him off, the meek sounds tumbling from your lips had him wondering why the fuck it took him so damn long to fuck you. Letting go of your hair, Dabi smacked his hands down on either side of you, rolling his hips to dive in to the hilt, spilling himself inside you, filling you up with his cum while your entire body trembled from the force of your climax, the ripples of pleasure still coursing through you as you continued to milk him dry. Dabi felt so damn disoriented and he wasn’t sure whether it was because of the fucking wine or the nutting he just had. He hadn’t come that much in such a long time and he really really wanted to just flop over you and cool down. Maybe go for another round. But he didn’t need a damn clingy puppy. Just a good obedient bitch he could fuck. Slipping out of you, he looked down at the mess that he made out of you, licking his lips as he spread your cheeks apart, watching his cum ooze out of you and drip to the floor. Your inner thighs were glistening with your own slick and fuck, didn’t you have a pretty pussy? It looked good and felt good too. Maybe next time, he’d have a taste of it too. If he felt like it. He didn’t have the chance to look at you before but examining you now and after fucking you, you were much better than he thought you would be. Pulling his pants back on, he zipped his pants and began scuffing away, throwing a bored glance back at you before walking out the door. “You were a decent fuck so I wouldn’t mind doing this again.” And right before he closed the door behind him, he added. “Clean up before you leave. Don’t need Kurogiri up my ass.” Not that he was going to leave him be anyways. Click. Now that he was gone and you were all alone. You finally got some time to let what happened just sink in. You were not ashamed and paid absolutely mind at the throbbing ache between your legs, the tingling sensation of numbness coursing through your lower body, thanks to the thorough pounding you had just received. The only thought that went through your mind, the subtle rise of giddiness mixing with utter satisfaction as you reminded yourself that you just had gotten the best fuck of your life. What a masochist you were. It was certainly a day full of discoveries. Now that you had a taste of this. You knew that you hadn’t gotten enough. And you would prowl for more. –♥– A/N: SORRY IF THIS was OOC, this is my first time writing anything of this sort. Tagging: @cleverlittlevixen here is some-dumpster-thing you would like and @hqissodelicate thank you for agreeing to beta this (I was too impatient to wait so I posted T_T) Please feel free to leave some love in the comments or some feedback!💜 You can also check out my Masterlist !

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aftgandotherbooks · 3 years ago

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First time Neil cries in front of the foxes- Kevin

After Abby took Kevin to see Wicked (she wanted Kevin to have interests outside of Exy and History because it was getting sad to watch), Kevin became a musical theatre nut.

He’d ended up taking most of the foxes (Aaron refused to go) to watch musicals with him as a form of ‘team bonding’.

For example, he’d taken Matt and Nicky to watch Lion King and all three boys were sobbing when Mufasa died, and Nicky and Matt were both trying their best not to sing along to Hakuna Matata.

Another time he took Nicky alone with him to watch Cats the musical. Nicky for some reason could not sit still and pay attention at all during the whole performance, but proceeded to scream-sing ‘memory’ non-stop the following week until Andrew threatened him with a knife, saying “sing that song again and you’ll never make a sound from your pathetic wind pipe again”.

When they found out Kevin was recently into musical theatre, Dan, Renee and Allison dragged him to see Waitress the musical (it was the second time the girls watched it live, they watched it the first time at the end of their first year as a way to ‘form a closer bond’). Kevin actually loved it, he even teared up during “she used to be mine” performance, claiming it reminded him too much of his own mum having to go through it all by herself.

Kevin once even ended up dragging Wymack to see Hamilton. After the show, Wymack refused to admit it but, he had the playlist saved on his Spotify and played it all the time when he was alone. In fact, Abby caught him quietly singing ‘Alexander Hamilton’ while he was doing his laundry, completely memorised.

After months of begging, Kevin finally convinced Neil and Andrew (much to his annoyance) to see was Wizard of Oz with him. Neil only said yes because Matt and Nicky kept going on about how musicals are a ‘must do’, and that he should experience it at least once in his life.

Well, they were certainly right about that. Neil was transfixed at the performance for the whole show, and couldn’t stop yapping about how the Cowardly Lion was based off of Kevin and that Andrew would be the most epic Wicked Witch.

That was, until Dorothy had to leave the Tin Man, The Lion and The Scarecrow to go back home.

Neil was whispering in Kevin’s ear the whole show, so when he was quiet for too long, Kevin was sure Neil must have fallen asleep.

So, Kevin took a quick glance over to the side Neil was sitting to check, and… Well Neil wasn’t asleep

In fact, Neil was hunched forward, hands resting under chin, eyes and mouth wide open, completely and utterly transfixed.

But what shocked Kevin the most were the tears Neil had to consistently wipe as they quietly fell down his cheeks.

Kevin couldn’t concentrate for the rest of the performance. He was too busy trying to understand why Neil of all people would be tearing up at a show as innocent as Wizard of Oz.

This was Neil. The guy who never even twitched when they watched his father cut a man into pieces. The guy who barely reacted to Seth’s death. The guy who didn’t even shed a single tear at the motel at Baltimore or even after, even though he went through half a day of torture and faced traumas the Foxes wouldn’t even be able to think of.

After they left the show, they went to Sweeties which was only half an hour away from the theatre. Kevin kept glancing at Neil to see if he was okay but Neil was back to his normal self, albeit quieter than usual as soon as they left the theatre. Andrew was stoic as usual, and when asked, he bluntly said that the show was ‘boring’ and that he fell asleep halfway through (he wasn’t, he loved it. He thought little oblivious Dorothy reminded him of Neil, the whole ‘found family’ trope too ironically similar).

From what Kevin could gather, later when he was lying in bed reflecting on the day, was that Neil must have associated Dorothy leaving his new friends behind with the Foxes all eventually graduating and leaving him behind over the next few years.

Kevin could relate.

In only the year the team started getting closer after Neil and his bullshit arrived, he had no idea what he would have done if he didn’t have Matt and Aaron to play video games with after their afternoon practices. Nor did he know how he’d have coped without Nicky’s ability to keep a conversation going, whether one-sided or not in social gatherings when Kevin was too tired to talk. And he for sure doesn’t know how he’ll have cope when the girls are gone in a few months, abandoning their traditional Wednesday night ‘Queensday’ sessions full of facemasks and gossip. He’d been relying on the foxes too much to stay sane while he slowly weaned off his reliance on alcohol. He could only imagine how Neil felt.

The next day, Kevin, in an awkward attempt and being comforting, confronted Neil.

“Hey Neil, you know we’re all going to stay friends after we graduate right?” Neil widened his eyes and stuttered out “what?”. Kevin huffed and said “we do have phones for a reason. And you know even with our ‘generous donations’ to the Moriyamas, we’ll still have more than enough money to visit each other multiple times a year. That goes with the others too. Just because we won’t be seeing each other everyday doesn’t mean we stop being there for you. You do understand that right?”

Neil, still wide-eyed, nodded. “Um, yeah. Thanks Kev” He then looked down again and quietly said “Yeah, I just thought… Well I’m sure you’ll all be so busy with your lives-” Kevin interrupted that instantly with “No Neil. We’ve all been through too much shit together to just ‘forget’ about you. And even if you try to cut us off, that’ll never work. Nicky is too persistent for that. He’d track you and Andrew down and drag you both up to Germany with him and lock you in a room to keep an eye on you and make sure you don’t ignore us again.”

Neil chuckled and looked back up at Kevin. “You saw me cry yesterday didn’t you?”

Kevin blushed as muttered “yeah”

Neil nodded and said “I needed to hear this. Thanks Kev, it’s… it’s still hard for me to understand that I have people who actually care for my happiness”. Neil then smiled and nodded at Kevin and turned around and headed to Matt’s room.

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hookedonapirate · 4 years ago

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Book Update

If anyone is wondering when Hard To Handle will be coming out, I have some news! So, for those who don't know, Hard To Handle is an original A Helping Hand rewrite featuring Harper and Owen (Killian and Emma) and will be part 2 of the series. And if you haven't guessed yet, part 1 features Audrey and Brady (Elsa and Liam from A Helping Hand) with a Harper and Brady friendship. For those interested in their story, I have a little treat for you below. However, this Sneak peek doesn't show Audrey and Brady meeting yet because I haven't gotten that far.

This is sort of an enemies to lovers story (I say sort of because their "enemy" status in the beginning is too complicated to slap a label on it) that starts off with Harper and Audrey butting heads with their new neighbor, Brady, and him and Audrey exchanging love hate letters. 😉 Then Brady and Audrey form an alliance and break up Harper and Bryce. I promise it's not evil like it sounds because Brady discovers Bryce is cheating on Harper. Remember, Bryce is the Neal of AHH.

This book is a bit darker than book 2 because of the toxic nature of Harper's relationship with Bryce, and because Audrey often pays the price for his shenanigans, but there's still humor and fun in this one.

Anyway, here are the first few chapters. I may post more if anyone's interested ❤️

Chapter One

Brady

There are strange sounds coming from the unit next door.

Laughter maybe?

Yes, definitely laughter.

More like Cackling. From one—make that two—females.

Two loud, annoying females.

Just great.

I take pride in being a fairly simple man who doesn’t need much to be happy. A few things like fishing, enjoying an ice-cold beer and having a few moments of quiet time usually does the trick. Even the sound the can makes whenever I crack open the pull tab of Coors Light is music to my ears. I finally have time to relax after sweating my ass off from all the unpacking I did. I just moved in today and couldn’t stand the idea of tripping over boxes or searching through them every time I needed to use something. I was unable to stop unpacking until every single item in those boxes had a home.

Now I’m able to sit back in my patio chair, prop my feet up on the plastic stool and breathe in the pleasantly cool evening air, enjoy a refreshing, ice-cold beer and some quiet time.

Or at least I was able to until my air of tranquil serenity was so rudely disturbed by my cackling neighbors.

They could at least close their balcony doors, so the entire building doesn’t have to hear them.

I’m already in a foul mood, and the two laughing hyenas aren’t helping. If anything, my mood is worse than it was when I was packing.

They, however, sound like they’re having a grand old time. Doing what exactly, I’m not sure, but it sounds like one of them needed a break from studying and the other one is encouraging her to get drunk and let loose. Which means they’re college students.

Just fucking perfect.

This is exactly why I moved off campus, even though it meant paying rent and enduring a much longer commute to work.

It’s just my luck to get stuck living next to two loud teenagers or early twenty-something-year-olds. I’m around college students all the time, considering I’m an instructor; I don't need to live next to them, too. I learned that very quickly.

Young adults, my ass. More like impudent children.

I feel like the property management should’ve included that minor detail in the apartment listing. Or that not everyone is required to follow their uniform policies.

A peaceful, friendly community? Ha!

The management will definitely be hearing from me about their false advertising.

“Dude, I’m sorry to tell you this, Harp, but your boyfriend’s a fucking loser! Even Elisa said so!”

“He’s just misunderstood!”

“Misunderstood?! Bryce is such a creep!”

“Is not!”

I take a swig of my beer through gritted teeth. I really wish I had a TV right now.

It won’t be delivered until tomorrow, though. Which is very unfortunate and inconvenient at the moment because I need a distraction from reality. Listening to their conversation makes me furious and sad at the same time because it reminds me of me and my brother arguing about his girlfriend. I kept trying to tell Owen she was no good for him, but he wouldn’t listen. I bet this Bryce guy isn’t married, though.

Or maybe he is; I really don’t know.

I need something to take my mind off the overwhelming urge I feel to hop on a plane, fly to Chicago and kick my brother’s ass for being the fucking moron he is. And let me tell you, the urge is very strong right now. Earlier today, Owen told me the woman he’s been seeing is married. They’ve been dating for six months, during which she was lying to him the entire time. I already didn’t like her very much to begin with because she was a controlling bitch—I’m the only one who’s allowed to be a controlling bitch to my brother—and because ever since he started seeing her, I haven't been able to hang out with him very much. Whenever we made plans, he canceled them because Naomi wanted to spend time with him instead. And he was my best friend. Now he tells me she’s married and that he’s still staying with her.

What the actual fuck?

He’s so brainwashed by her, I couldn’t talk a lick sense into that goddamn head of his. Now he wants me to be okay with them staying together while she’s still with her husband?

Fuck that shit.

“Okay listen, if you’re going to talk shit about my boyfriend, we’re going to need more wine.”

“Agreed.”

It becomes silent next door for a few minutes, which makes me sigh in relief. Soon I hear, “Son of a fucking bitch!”

There’s a litany of curses and then, “We need a new corkscrew!”

“But we’re too drunk to drive anywhere!”

Damn, if only I had a corkscrew so they could drink more wine, get drunker and become even louder and more annoying than they already are.

That’s actually not a bad idea, though. If they’re anything like my ex-girlfriend, the quicker they get drunk, the quicker they’ll be ready to sleep. The quicker I’ll finally have my peace and quiet.

I contemplate driving down to the corner store, but what would I even say if I showed up at their door with a corkscrew they didn’t ask for? Oh, hi, I was eavesdropping on your conversation and took it upon myself to go to the store and buy you this corkscrew so you could both drink yourselves into an alcohol-induced coma and I could finally have some peace and quiet?

Nope, I definitely can’t say that.

Chapter Two

Audrey

“Son of a fucking bitch!”

When I rush into the kitchen to see why my roommate’s cussing up a storm, I’m expecting the counter and floor to be covered in wine and shattered glass, even though I didn’t hear any glass break, but Harper’s just holding the corkscrew and staring at the top of the bottle.

“What’s wrong?”

“We need a new corkscrew!” Harper grabs the bottle of wine and points the top of it at me. The cork is still jammed into the neck of the bottle, and the worm of the corkscrew is stuck inside it.

Which is very unfortunate.

She’s been studying her ass off, except for the occasional interruptions from her asshat of a boyfriend, Bryce. She had a really tough time getting him to finally leave so she could study, and she had to literally push him out the door. So I thought Harper could use a break and I could feel saner again by indulging in some wine. But one bottle of wine quickly turned into two. Or rather, it would’ve if not for the end of the corkscrew inside the cork.

Fuck.

“But we can’t drive anywhere,” I point out, considering how tipsy we both are, even though we only went through one bottle between us. But we’re both lightweights.

“Hold on,” she says, picking up her phone from the counter.

I cock my brow. “You do realize Amazon Prime takes two days to ship, right?”

“Yeah, I know, Aud. I’m not that drunk.” After looking at something on her phone for a minute, she leaves the kitchen, returns with one of her tennis shoes and sets the phone down to pick up the wine bottle. She places the bottom of the bottle inside the heel of the shoe, raises her hands above her head and goes to one of the walls in a striking pose.

I rush over and put my hand on her arm to stop her. “Wait, what are you doing?”

“This will push the cork out.”

“But won’t the wine spill all over?”

“Not if I can only push the cork part of the way out and then pull it off the rest of the way.” She hits the shoe against the wall a few times, but the cork doesn’t budge.

“Why don’t we see if any of the neighbors have a corkscrew,” I suggest. “This method doesn’t seem to be working.”

She sighs and drops her arms. “Who do you think would have one?”

“What about Mandy? She’s a wine drinker.”

Harper shakes her head. “She doesn’t get home from the office until late on Mondays. And there’s no way I’m trying mister grumpy pants across the hall. It always seems like he’ll snap at any moment. Plus, once his dog starts yapping, she never shuts up.”

“What about the new guy who just moved in next door?”

I shake my head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. What if he’s an ax murderer?”

“I saw him earlier when he was moving in. He seems harmless enough, and is kind of cute, actually.”

“Yeah, well so was Ted Bundy. And I’d like to stay alive with my head intact, thank you very much.” I haven’t seen the new neighbor yet, but I don’t think going over to a stranger's place while we’re both a little tipsy is the best idea, for several reasons.

She flicks her hand. “Well, you don’t have to go. I will.” She grabs her keys, removes her pepper spray from the attached chain and throws her keys back on the counter before heading toward the door.

“Harp, wait…”

Ignoring my pleas as I follow behind her, she slips into her Nike slides. “I’ll be fine. I got my handy dandy pepper spray,” she says, holding it up.

Before I can talk some sense into her, she’s already dashing out the door and calling out over her shoulder, “If I’m not back in five minutes, call 911!”

I sigh and lean against the door, pressing my ear against it so I can listen for Harper’s screams or any signs of a struggle.

Chapter Three

Brady

When I head inside from the balcony, there’s a knock on the front door. I scratch my head and stride over to answer it, wondering who it could be. I just moved into this apartment today, so I literally don’t know any of my neighbors yet.

I open the door to a skinny blonde with green eyes, long, shimmering hair and soft pink lips. She’s easy on the eyes, but I have a feeling she’s one of the laughing hyenas next door. She’s not as young as I thought she’d be, though. She looks to be around my brother’s age. When I give her a once-over, I notice the pepper spray she’s trying to hide in her fist.

I wince at the sight of it. She doesn’t even have the safety lock on.

I offer a tight-lipped smile. “Hello.”

“HiI’myournextdoorneighbor,” she mumbles, her words slurred together. She’s a little tipsy and has to lean against the doorframe so she doesn’t fall over.

“How can I help you, next-door neighbor?” I ask, keeping my eyes on the pepper spray. The sight of it brings back too many painful memories. Memories I’d rather keep locked away.

“I was wondering if you had a corkscrew my roommate and I could borrow?”

On the balcony, I wanted to strangle the two neighbors who were interrupting my quiet time, but now I feel very protective. She’s obviously drunk, yet stumbling over to a neighbor she doesn’t even know. I mean, I like to consider myself an overall decent human being, or as I’ve been called before, “one of the good guys,” but this woman doesn’t know that. She knows nothing about me, yet she’s over here asking to borrow a corkscrew. And yes, she’s carrying a weapon, but I doubt she knows how to use it properly, and with how tipsy she is, I doubt she’d even be fast enough to use it.

“I’m sorry, I don’t.”

Her smile fades, but she looks determined, so I’m hoping she doesn’t go knocking on all her neighbors' doors asking for a corkscrew.

“I could buy you one,” I offer, trying to sound as polite as possible. Which is difficult when I’m irritated.

Her eyes widen in surprise. “Really? You’d do that?”

I cross my arms and give her a stern look. “On one condition.”

She nods excitedly. “Of course, anything.”

I’m so glad I’m a nice guy because this woman seems far too trusting, and I’m afraid of what would’ve happened if I were anything less than a decent human being. “I’ll go and get you a corkscrew if you return to your apartment and keep the noise down for the rest of the night. And maybe close your balcony doors so the entire building can’t overhear your childish conversation.”

I’m thinking this is a very reasonable request. I’m willing to leave the comfort of my apartment to get in my car and go to the corner store to get some women I don’t know a corkscrew, and all they have to do is put a cap on the noise.

But the scowl on her face tells me she doesn’t agree. “First of all,” she raises her index finger, “ruu-uuuuuuude!” She raises another finger. “Secondly, my roommate and I aren’t children. We’re having a stressful week and were finally able to relax and drink some wine when the corkscrew broke. But that’s okay, we’ll figure out how to get the cork off ourselves!” She turns on her heels and starts to head toward her apartment, but spins around again and gets in my space, jabbing a finger at my chest. “And thirdly, we weren’t being that loud!”

I clench my jaw as she storms away and slams the door shut after disappearing inside her apartment. I throw my own door shut, huffing in frustration.

Why couldn’t my neighbors all be sweet old ladies?

So much for having a relaxing evening!

I head back to my balcony when there’s another knock on the door.

“Son of bitch,” I curse under my breath as I march over to the door and yank it open. “What, now?” I ask angrily when I see her standing at my door again.

“I need to borrow a dress shoe.”

I furrow my brows, growing more agitated. “A what?”

She sighs as though I’m the one inconveniencing her. “A dress shoe,” she says impatiently. “Surely you’ve been to a wedding or funeral. You must have one.”

“I do, but why do you—” Before I get the chance to answer, she shoves past me and heads toward my bedroom.

I follow her in there and cross my arms over my chest in the doorway as I watch her go to my closet. “What in the ever-loving hell are you doing?”

“I told you, I need to borrow a dress shoe.”

Seriously?!

The audacity of this woman waltzing into my apartment and taking one of my shoes! “That’s funny because I never said you could borrow one.”

“Wow, your closet is super organized,” she comments as she looks around, easily finding one of my brown dress shoes and grabbing it from the shoe rack.

I’m still standing in the bedroom doorway when she tries to get through. I reach for my shoe, but she steps back and aims her pepper spray at me. I instinctively duck out of the line of fire and lunge forward, grabbing the pepper spray from her hand and twisting the safety lock.

“Wait, please don’t kill me! My roommate’s calling 911 if I’m not back in two minutes!” she cries, shielding herself with her hands.

I sigh in exasperation and extend the pepper spray to her. “I’m not trying to murder you, I was trying to get my shoe back.”

She slowly drops her arms and narrows her eyes as she snatches the spray from my hand. “Then why did you take away my weapon?”

I scoff. “It was a reflex so I didn’t get sprayed in the face since I wasn’t actually attacking you. Do you know how many times I’ve been pepper-sprayed in the face?”

“Why, because you’re a rapist?!” she accuses, stepping away from me and aiming her pepper spray at me again, even though the safety is still on. She probably doesn’t even know that, though.

I sigh in exasperation and raise my hands in surrender. “No, because I was in the Marines. Getting pepper-sprayed was part of my training. It taught me how to use my weapons and equipment.”

She lowers the spray, guilt etched in her features. “Oh, sorry. My roommate said you might be another Ted Bundy, and I don’t want to be raped and murdered.”

“Yeah, because breaking into your neighbor’s apartment and stealing their shoe is a good way to prevent that from happening,” I say, my words laden with sarcasm.

“Well, no, but that’s what the pepper spray was for.”

“It won’t do you any good if you don’t use it properly. You need to have a firm grip and use your thumb to activate it so it can’t be taken out of your hand like I just took it out of yours.”

“Thanks for the tip.” She raises the pepper spray at me again and presses the button to activate it. But it’s still disarmed. Once she realizes her mistake, her eyes widen.

I cock my head to the side and plant my hands on my hips. “Really?”

She offers an apologetic smile, then scurries toward me, ducks under my arm and squeezes past me, darting for the front door. “I’ll bring it right back, I promise!”

I let her go and exhale another deep sigh. What could she possibly need my shoe for anyway? To squash a spider or something? Can’t she use her own Goddamn shoe for that?

Right, she probably doesn’t want to get her precious shoe all gross, so she’s using mine instead. Which means my shoe will be returned with spider guts on the bottom.

Just great.

I go to the balcony and curtly grab my beer so I can head inside and not have to hear every goddamn word of their conversation again.

Pound, pound, pound.

What the hell?

It sounds like they’re banging something against the wall.

My shoe, perhaps?

Pound, pound, pound.

Then I hear a loud pop!

“Yessssss!”

They got the cork out.

“Holy shit, you made a mess!”

“Sorry, but at least we can keep drinking!”

“Woohoo!”

I head inside and close the sliding doors, hoping to go to bed and get some rest. But then there’s another knock on the front door.

“Fucking hell,” I groan as I go over to answer it. It’s probably the blonde neighbor with my shoe, but I’m not sure I want it back.

Sure enough, it’s her.

“Thanks for letting me borrow it.” She hands over my shoe with a small smile and heads back to her apartment.

“You didn’t borrow it, you stole it!” I call after her. But she completely ignores me.

“And sorry I tried to spray you...twice!” Before I can respond, she’s already inside her unit.

I bring the shoe to my nose to get a closer whiff of it. I noticed the smell as soon as she handed it to me. “Hey, why does my shoe smell like wine?!”

But I’m talking to the door at this point.

I shake my head and go back inside, trying to decide if I should try to get the smell out or just toss the pair into the trash. For now, I set it aside and go to the bathroom to get ready for bed, hoping my neighbors will down the bottle, get tired and pass out so I can have a quiet evening.

No such luck.

They turn on the music, and I can hear the pounding bass through the wall and also, “Yeeeeesssss, this is my jam!”

The walls are actually shaking.

Why do the other neighbors put up with this! It’s absurd, really.

They should be evicted.

I contemplate calling the police to make a complaint, but this is New York City; the police have better things to do than respond to non-emergency noise complaints. So I return to my bedroom, strip down to my boxers and toss my clothes into the hamper before slipping into bed. I can still hear the noises coming from the unit next door, but thankfully, I’m a patient man. I’m sure they’ll get tired soon and go to bed. Or at least I hope so.

But an hour passes, and the music still doesn’t cease. I groan and roll over on my stomach, pulling the pillow over my head, wishing I had noise-canceling headphones right now. I’m normally against the idea of something that cancels all sounds, because it also cancels sounds that alert danger. Like if a burglar broke into the apartment or there’s an explosion or gunshot. But right now, I’d do anything to get a good night’s sleep. Between arguing with my brother over the phone into the wee hours of the night yesterday and spending all day moving into my new place and unpacking, I’m completely exhausted. Not to mention I always start my day at five in the morning. My classes don’t start until eight a.m., but I like to get an early start to my day. I got up that early when I was in the Marines, and some habits just never die.

I’m about to get up and go down the hall to ask them to turn down the noise, but I’ve already asked her once and she got offended, so I doubt it will do any good.

Chapter Four

Audrey

I’m immediately regretting the two bottles of Barefoot Harper and imbibed last night. My head is pounding, I’m dehydrated, and I have to be at work in an hour. I take some aspirin, drink a full glass of water before jumping into the shower.

When I leave my bedroom, dressed and ready to go, Harper is shuffling out of her room.

“Morning,” she says groggily, wiping the sleep from her eyes.

“Morning, Harp.” I head to the kitchen to make her some coffee. I’m not a coffee drinker myself, I prefer tea, but I know Harper can’t function in the morning without a fresh cup of hot Folgers.

“Why did we drink on a weeknight again?” she groans, taking a seat at the table.

“That’s an excellent question.” I pour water into the pot and place it in the coffeemaker, turning it on.

Harper buries her face in the cradle of her arms on the table as I grab some aspirin and a tall glass, filling it with water. She doesn’t have to work today, but she does have classes. She’s already a registered nurse like me, but she’s going for her master’s degree to open up more job opportunities. And also because she’s an overachiever, when it comes to her career at least. I just wish she were an overachiever when it came to other aspects of her life, like the kind of men she dates. Or maybe Harper was purposefully aiming for Class-A levels of douchebaggery when she started dating Bryce. If that’s the case, then she definitely went above and beyond expectations. And while she is my best friend and roommate, there’s only so much sense I can talk into her. And I'm not willing to let some lowlife scumbag get in between our friendship.

“Here, these will help.”

Harper lifts her head and takes the aspirin and glass. When she pops the pills in her mouth, swallowing them down with a big gulp of water, she already appears to be more human again.

I grab my keys and strap my purse over my shoulder, heading toward the front door.

“Speaking of drinking, are you going to be here Friday night?”

I snort-laugh and turn to look at her, placing my free hand on my hip, knowing exactly where this is going. She’s still recovering from her hangover and already has booze on the brain. “That depends. Is Bryce going to be here?”

When she takes a slow sip of her water, I know what her answer is before she says it out loud. “Well, considering he’s the one who invited a few people over, yes, he’ll be here.”

“Then no, I definitely won’t.” I head for the door, trying to leave again.

“That’s a shame because Bryce has a good-looking friend who thinks you’re gorgeous.”

I spin around, cocking a brow. “Which friend?”

“Treyton. You haven’t met him before, but he saw your pics on Instagram.”

I walk to the table, placing my hands on top of the chair, my key ring dangling from my finger. “How did he find my Instagram account if we’ve never met?”

“Bryce showed it to him.”

What the fuck?

I furrow my brows in confusion. “Okay, why is Bryce showing his friends my Instagram account?”

She smirks. “Because Treyton was asking him if I had any cute, single friends.”

I sigh, not liking the idea of Bryce trying to set his friends up with me. I’ve met some of his guy friends, and neither is one I’d kiss if he were the last man on earth. “Sorry, not interested.”

I remove my hand from the chair and try to leave again.

“Oh, come on, Aud. Give the guy a chance. I mean, I don’t know him that well, but he’s fucking hot.” She picks up her phone from the table and pulls up something before handing it to me across the table. “See for yourself.”

I reluctantly take the device, a heavy sigh leaving my lips. I highly doubt his looks will sway me. Even if is hot, he’s still Bryce’s—

Holy crap.

He’s got those smokey grey eyes, a chiseled jaw and a little smirk on his beautiful face that makes me melt.

Well, fuck.

“So, what do you think?” Harper asks curiously, trying to stifle a smirk as she perches her chin on the back of her joined hands, her elbows resting on the table.

I try not to show how attracted I am to a freaking photo of a guy I’ve never met before, but damn, those eyes are spellbinding, and I’m pretty sure I’m blushing. “Okay, he’s a little cute.”

“A little? Honey, you and I have similar tastes in men, so I know you don’t think he’s just cute.”

“Yeah, that’s true. We usually do, which is why I have no idea how Bryce got your attention. He must have a big dick or something.” I narrow my eyes. “Does he have a big dick? Because that would explain a lot.”

Harper bursts out laughing. “Oh my God, Aud, you know it’s not all about the size! And no, he doesn’t, he’s average, but as much as you hate him, you can’t deny he’s good-looking.”

“Yes, maybe on the outside he’s cute but personality-wise he’s ugly as fuck.”

She sighs in defeat as I hand over her phone. This is just an argument neither of us will ever be able to agree on. Well, until she finally decides to take off those damn rose-colored glasses and sees Bryce as he truly is. But I know it would make Harper happy if I agreed to stay for the party. I know that sometimes she feels out of place considering most of Bryce’s friends are college kids. Normally, she’s the oldest one there, but you could never tell, because she has a baby face and looks at least five years younger than she actually is, so to the other college kids, she's one of them.

“Fine, I’ll be here for the party.”

Harper’s eyes widen in surprise. “Really?”

“Yes, but if any of his friends grab my ass, I’m leaving.”

She laughs. “Okay.”

The coffee machine beeps, so she gets up from her seat, grabs a mug and creamer and pours the steaming, hot liquid into her cup. She returns to her seat and sips her coffee as I once again try to leave. “Thanks for starting the coffee, Aud.”

“No problem. See you tonight.” I unlock the door, and when I pull it open, I notice a folded up crisp piece of copy paper taped to the outside. I cock my brow and peel it off, unfolding it. I’m expecting it to be from the building management.

But then I read the first line...

To the two hoity-toity princesses,

I immediately suspect it’s from mister grumpy pants across the hall, but the letter is in fancy cursive writing. Who even writes in cursive anymore? Maybe an old lady or mister grumpy pants, I suppose. But he normally doesn’t leave letters. He’ll just knock on the door with his cane and chew us out in person. Harper said the first time he knocked on her door to complain about the noise, he made her cry.

When he tries that shit with me, I give it right back to him and threaten to call the cops on his dog and have her taken to the pound. He tends to leave us alone now. So, I’m surprised he’s resorted to leaving us notes.

Can you kindly tone down your loud music and obnoxious woohooing, laughter and overall commotion that kept me up until 2 a.m.? Some people actually have to work on a Tuesday morning. I, myself, wake at 5 a.m. every single day and am now forced to go to work on three hours of sleep. Luckily the students I teach possess much more class and are at maturity levels you both obviously could never achieve if you actually tried. I know neither of you could possibly understand waking up early for a job or getting your hands dirty, as you’re city girls who probably live on mommy and daddy’s income and never worked a day in your lives, but some people actually have responsibilities and obligations, not just classes they can skip whenever they feel like it. So have a little respect and lower the volume a few notches.

This time you get a warning, but if the noise persists, I will be forced to contact law enforcement. Have a lovely day drinking your Starbucks lattes and trying to get rid of what I hope are nasty hangovers.

Sincerely,

The tired and cranky guy from 8C, thanks to his loud, annoying neighbors

P.S. The blonde who took my brown dress shoe owes me a new pair seeing as it now reeks of Pinot Grigio, thank you very much.

My nostrils flare before I even finish reading the letter. The audacity of this asshole! He doesn’t even know us, hell he hasn’t even met me in person, yet he makes all kinds of false assumptions about us.

I know neither of you could possibly understand waking up early for a job or getting your hands dirty.

What the actual fuck?! Harper and I both wake up at the crack of dawn to go to work at the hospital, and we’re constantly on our feet for at least twelve hours. We only work three days a week, but our jobs are emotionally and physically draining; I mostly use the other four days to sleep, recover, clean the apartment and run errands. So, for someone to say we don’t work or ever get our hands dirty is a blow to the gut. We’re nurses for crying out loud! Getting our hands dirty is part of the job!

Another remark of his that irks me: We’re city girls who probably live on mommy and daddy’s income. My parents would actually laugh out loud if they read this comment. They always tell me how independent I am. Hell, I wouldn’t even allow them to pay for my schooling even though they wanted to; I wanted to do it all on my own, so I had two jobs while I went to college. They also weren’t too happy when I took a job in New York, but they told me if anyone could handle herself in a big city, it was me. Not to mention, Harper had it way worse than me, growing up.

But the fact that this douchebag is so ridiculously wrong about us makes me smile a little. It will feel so goddamn good to make him see the error of his ways.

I’m still carrying the letter with me as I go to my bedroom closet and grab my stationary from the top shelf. I take out a sheet of paper and a pen from the box, replace it on the shelf and return to the kitchen. I hate the idea of using my good paper on this asshole, but if I’m going to stoop to his level and leave a note on his door, I might as well do it with class.

“What’s the note about?” Harper asks with furrowed brows. “I paid the rent just in the nick of time.”

“It’s not from management.” I take the pen and paper to the table and start writing out a letter. “It’s from our friendly neighbor in 8C,” I say sarcastically.

Her eyes widen as she reaches for the letter. “What did he say?”

I look up and hand it to her.

When she reads it over, the sleepiness in her eyes morphs into anger. “What the hell?! Who does he think he is? He doesn’t even know us!”

“Exactly.” I look down again at the paper and continue the sentence I was working on.

I can feel her staring at me as I write. “What are you doing?”

“Replying to him,” I say without taking my eyes off the page.

“What, are we in elementary school?”

“According to him, we are.”

“He’s just a douchebag, you can’t take anything he says seriously.”

I almost laugh. Normally she’s the one wanting revenge when someone wrongs her, and I’m the one having to talk her out of it. “Maybe, but this will teach him not to make assumptions about people.”

After I’m finished, I let her read it before I tape it to his door. I head to work with a smile on my face. This should teach him not to be such a dickhead.

Chapter Five

Brady

Dear self-righteous butthole in 8C,

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adamfoolcry · 4 years ago

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Troublesome (Part III)

part I, part II, part III (2) - coming soon

pairings: Maneater/Partygirl!Reader x BoyfriendMaterial!Jungwoo, Maneater/Partygirl!Reader x FirstLove!Hendery, BestCousin!Sicheng, Bestfriend!Lucas

pairings: 18+

warnings: consumption of alcohol, swearing, explicit language

genre: comedy maybe even a crackfic, smut, fluff, and a teeny tiny pinch of angst

summary: Your relationship with Jungwoo is moving fast except for one part, your sex life. You didn’t know you signed up for the nunnery when you agreed to dating him. Oh, and Lucas your best friend is transferring to Korea.

word count: 3,438

chinese slang: meimei = little sister, gege = older brother, baobei = baby

a/n: I always forgot I have this in my drafts nyways there is no smut here and jungwoo barely appears. Here is the third installment of my crackfic:Troublesome.

"Mèimei no you're not moving in with Jungwoo. Don't even try I won't ever allow you to." Sicheng's eyes were hard he was already set to stone. Yes, it is nice that you have finally decided to pursue a serious relationship since your first one but isn't living together too much of a stretch.

"As if that will stop me Gege. Go worry about your relationship I heard Jiwon is complaining about your lack of sex drive." You are already packing your things at your dorm when Sicheng stormed in with angry livid eyes going on and on about that moving in this early in a relationship is too fast. You have been dating Jungwoo for three months now and everything is going smoothly. Your ears are ringing from his sermon and Sicheng won't shut up.

"Shut your yap Sicheng gege! I know you care about me but if you won't support my decisions then get the fuck out of here." You shouted at him. Sicheng was so astonished it has been a while since you raised your voice at him. Jungwoo entered the room unaware of what's happening.

"Princess you finished? Oh Sicheng hyung why are you here?" Jungwoo looked at Sicheng confused. You would have never guessed what will happen next Sicheng have never been a person capable of hurting any living creature but he leaped at Jungwoo punching the other boy's cheek.

"How dare you Jungwoo! How can you tell her our boy talk? We swore an oath!" They both stumbled down to the ground Sicheng straddling Jungwoo's waist pulling his fist back for another punch aiming for Jungwoo's jaw.

"You don't know how powerful she is hyung." Jungwoo made a makeshift shield using his arms attempting to block Sicheng's upcoming punch.

"No gege! Not my baby's face don't ruin his face!" You shouted at Sicheng. Sicheng slowly put his fist down and got off Jungwoo's waist.

"Whatever do what you want to do mèimei. I am tired of taking care of you." Sicheng said resigned knowing he can never stop you because of how stubborn you are.

You quickly rushed to hug Sicheng from behind proclaiming your undying love for him. "I love you so much gege you know that right." Jungwoo stood up from where he is situated on the floor and joined the group hug, hugging Sicheng from the front.

"Get off me man." Sicheng said irritated. Jungwoo pried Sicheng out of your embrace and replace Sicheng's position circling his arms around you. You giggled at how silly Jungwoo is. He looked down at you and asked. "Why didn't you help me when Sicheng Hyung is beating me up?"

You looked at Jungwoo your eyes glinting with menace. "You two looked like the main characters of a BL series it's so hot."

Both men exclaimed mortified.

"Princess!"

"Mèimei!"

In the end, it was Sicheng and Jungwoo who did all the work packing up your things and moving it to Jungwoo's apartment while you order them left and right. Jungwoo was so tired that after setting up everything he fell to the bed out of exhaustion straight out of the shower. You pout beside him you have prepped yourself with your high-end lotion and even waxed your coochie one week prior to the move for the most-awaited sexy time but ever since Jungwoo asked you out, you two have never done it and he won't even let you see his dick. Yes, he was superb in fingering and eating you out but you're really high maintenance. Before this relationship, you go around the town thrice a week with different flavors. How can he neglect you like this? You shook his arm timidly.

He opened one of his eyes and turned his face sideways to smile at you. "What is it, Princess? Why are you grumpy?"

"Jungwoo why do you deprive me of your allegedly self-proclaimed big dick?" You pouted at him.

"Good things to those who wait Princess. Come here hug your baby. I am so tired we have to convert the other room into your walk-in closet because you own too many clothes." You snuggled beside him wrapping your arms around his chest.

"Why do you own so many Halloween costumes?" Jungwoo asked you confused.

"That's for roleplaying stupid." You rolled your eyes at him.

"Then why is there a guadatema onesie I don't think my dick will react to that." Jungwoo announced incredulously.

"That's my pajamas!" You slapped his chest.

Today is your fourth month anniversary and you are getting tired of Jungwoo not initiating sex. You can't take this anymore you have been practicing celibacy for four months now you didn't know you signed up for the nunnery when you got into this relationship. Jungwoo always looked so hot especially when shirtless yes he doesn't have a six-pack but he's lean and well-muscled and holy shit his v line coupled with his height. Every time you see him shirtless you are sure you like a dog with rabies salivating at the sight of him. You don't know if he is teasing or he is that oblivious. Sicheng called you and waved his hands up your face seeing that you are not listening to him anymore.

"Mèimei did you understand what I said?" Sicheng asked you.

"Yeah yeah." You brushed him off. "We will fetch Lucas at the airport next week. He will be transferring next sem at our university and will be staying at your apartment." It's not that you are not excited to see your bestfriend again but there are more pressing matters like you going crazy because of your nonexistent sex life.

"Gege did I gain weight?" You asked Sicheng to which he answered with a shake of his head.

"Did I become less attractive?" You asked him again.

"Mèimei what is this about? This is the first time you have been insecure." Sicheng asked you seriously.

"It-has-been-four-months-since-Jungwoo-and-I-started-dating-and-he-never-initiated-to-have-sex-with-me." You let it all out in one breath embarrassed that you are confiding to your older cousin. Sicheng laughed so hard that he was clutching his stomach.

"So ironic that you a man-eater choose a monk for a boyfriend." Sicheng continued laughing even clapping his hands looking like an overexcited seal.

The three of you are standing at the airport waiting for Lucas. You even prepared a poster for him your arms are getting tired of holding it up but you decided to endure it. Jungwoo hugged you from behind placing his head on your shoulder most likely bored from waiting for 45 minutes.

"Princess so tell me something about Lucas." Jungwoo asked out of curiosity.

"He is our giant baby. For context, he's taller than you. He is always full of energy and is such a sensitive soul despite his appearance." You look at Jungwoo listing Lucas' good points.

"Should I be worried it sounds like he's an old flame?" Jungwoo replied scrunching his eyebrows.

"Yeah he is but it didn't work out." Jungwoo looked at you shocked. You snickered he's so cute. You can't help but press a kiss on his cheek.

"You should actually be worried Jungwoo there was a time that even I feel like a third wheel whenever the three of us go out and that was after they decided to be just friends. The two of them are so alike.” Sicheng fueled Jungwoo's worries. Just as Sicheng finished his sentence you saw Lucas running towards the three of you leaving his luggage and sprinting in your direction.

"Baobei!" Lucas shouted opening his arms. You rushed towards him breaking free of Jungwoo's hug and letting your poster fall to the floor. You leaped onto his arms and he lifted you into the air, spinning you around your joyous laughter filling the place. To everyone else watching it's like a scene taken out of romance movies where the two lovers reunited again after having been separated for a long time even the crowd was taking pictures and videos because of the sweet encounter. Jungwoo's jaw almost fell to the floor. This gorgeous man is your bestfriend and also your ex-boyfriend he didn't know he signed up for more trouble when he asked you out.

Sicheng sighed "See what I mean. Don't even try to separate them tonight." Sicheng then proceeded to fetch Lucas' luggage pushing it towards the parking lot.

"Come on you three it's getting close to midnight." Sicheng shouted. Needless to say, Jungwoo went home to your shared apartment alone you decided to spend the night at Sicheng's he wanted to stay with you but you told him that you will be not sleeping and most likely visit a club or two with Lucas.

It was just like the old times when you and Lucas are younger after visiting a club, you two will drive around at the wee hours of the morning grabbing fast food and talking just about everything. It feels comfortable with him but this time neither of you are trying to fill a gap in each other’s hearts. Lucas parked Sicheng's car at a secluded parking lot with a beautiful view of the night sky. The two of you sitting on the hood of the car eating burgers and fries.

"So I heard from Winwin ge that you are in a serious relationship now with that guy Jungwoo." Lucas broke the comfortable silence looking at you his stare questioning.

"Yeah Yukhei can you believe it? and I am so happy. I like him a lot like a lot, a lot." You smiled at him and Lucas smiled back at you. This is Lucas' genuine smile, not the one he throws at potential one night stands he reserves it for his most cherished persons and that includes you.

"I see baobei then there are no questions needed." Lucas reached out and held your hand in his. You are so lucky to have Lucas who supports you unconditionally.

"What about you Yukhei? Tell me do you still pursue casual relationships?" You asked him.

"I actually stopped when you left me in Beijing to study here. With you and Sicheng gone I was so lost and sad. Sleeping with girls didn't help in fact it made me feel crappier so I decided to stop it altogether." Lucas confessed looking down as if he was ashamed of himself. You tried to comfort him leaning your head on his shoulder and drawing circles with your thumb at the back of his hand.

"Don't worry you're here now whenever you feel sad or disheartened just call me and I'll cross the high heavens and lowest depths of hell just to get to you." You poked his belly with your index finger.

"Don't make me cry baobei." You heard Lucas sniffling his tears.

"Even now you're still a big baby Yukhei." You laughed at him. The night sky is so beautiful and you have never felt this happy in a long time.

The next day Sicheng arranged a welcome dinner on behalf of Lucas of course the two of you are fashionably late. Sicheng, Jiwon, and Jungwoo are already at the restaurant waiting for you and Lucas to arrive. You made your entrance at the restaurant your arm looped with Lucas' facing each other talking animatedly and laughing. It was as if the two of you are in your own little bubble. When the two of you reached the table you went to where Jungwoo is and sat beside him. His arm automatically circling your waist as he press a kiss on the side of your head.

"Awww so sweet." Lucas teased you and Jungwoo. He was sitting on the opposite side besides Jiwon.

"You're just jelly Yukhei." You stuck your tongue out at him. Everyone laughed at your retort. The food arrived and the conversation was flowing steadily there was a continuous stream of laughter. Lucas using his charms threw a joke one after another paired with his comical facial expressions and broken english phrases. Sicheng and Jiwon bid goodbye first and left earlier the three of you stayed at the restaurant.

"By the way man did I tell you how I met ________?" Lucas started rubbing his palms together his lips forming an evil grin. You kicked Lucas under the table trying to stop him.

"So it goes like this I met _______ at a club she was having a catfight with another girl who is accusing _______ of sleeping with her boyfriend. They were clawing each other’s' face off basically it was chaos the crowd even formed a circle around them as if it was a live wrestling match betting on who's gonna win. Then-" Lucas stopped his narration and started laughing so hard wiping tears from the corner of his eyes. You started kicking him harder under the table.

"She puked at the other girl I swear everyone was so mortified. I even recorded it on my phone. _______ went viral and was banned at that club." Lucas continued laughing you quickly got of your seat and placed your hands around Lucas' neck intending to choke him. Jungwoo had to pry you off Lucas to make you stop. Lucas was coughing so hard.

"What was that for baobei?" Lucas started rubbing the part where you nearly asphyxiated him a handprint evident on the skin of his neck."Seriously man how do you deal with her?" Lucas asked Jungwoo while trying to clear his throat. Jungwoo just shrugged and looked at you lovingly.

You decided that if Jungwoo won't take matters into his hand you will have to seduce him. You pampered yourself with your one hour self-care routine and wore your white off-shoulder dress showing just the right amount of cleavage that makes you look like a greek goddess.

Jungwoo just got off work from where he was interning at and he just wants to end the day by cuddling you on the bed before going to sleep. When he entered the apartment door he was surprised to see you waiting for him, dressed up so prettily. He smiled he was so lucky to have you.

"Princess you look like an angel." Jungwoo said admiring you.

"You look like a CEO, who fucks his secretary." Did he hear you right? Jungwoo was shocked as you made your way to him like a predator hunting its prey. He was in trance it was as if someone glued him to that spot as he watches the subtle sway of your hips as walk you towards him.

"I can be your secretary." You look up at him sultrily, pushing him against the closed apartment door as you kiss him deeply. You got so impatient to touch his bare skin so you work on untucking his white polo from his slacks. Your greedy little hands roaming under his shirt heating up his skin. Jungwoo pulled your bare thighs around his waist carrying you to the kitchen. He placed you on top of the counter and you pulled him closer wanting to feel his growing bulge against your core. Jungwoo broke the kiss placing his forehead on yours.

"Princess, what brought this on?" He asked breathless tucking some stray strands of hair behind your ears.

"Just because. Do I need a reason to kiss my boyfriend?" You asked him as you press a short kiss to his lips. You started pressing kisses on his jaw at the same time palming his hardening cock. "I want you to fuck me Jungwoo." You stated boldly and Jungwoo moaned closing his eyes in pleasure.

"Princess stop please." Jungwoo placed his forehead on your shoulder trying to control his desire. Your body instantly went cold you can't believe what you have heard. You slid down the counter and Jungwoo reached out to hold your wrist but you moved your hand away.

"Are you disgusted with me Jungwoo? Is that why you don't want to have sex with me? Cause I've been sleeping around before our relationship." You accused him livid; hurt pouring out with every syllable.

"Princess I would never be dis-" You didn't let him finish you turned and walked away from him heading towards the door.

"Princess don't leave let me-" That was the last word you heard from him slamming the door closed at your shared apartment. You ran as fast as you can to the elevator. You drove to Sicheng's place where he and Lucas were having a movie marathon. You stormed to the sofa where they are sitting. Sicheng and Lucas already know that you are in a bad mood just by the sour look on your face.

"Oh oww someone's in her period." Lucas teased you.

"You two go get dressed we're gonna fvcking drink our ass off." They were left with no choice knowing not to oppose you when you get into one of these moods or else you will throw the biggest tantrum that will be the cause of complaint filed by Sicheng's neighbors against him.

Three Jack Daniel's later and an assortment of cocktail drinks littered on the table you are occupying the three of you are utterly and devastatingly wasted. Even Sicheng who has the highest alcohol tolerance is starting to giggle at every little thing you and Lucas are saying.

"Jungwooss thinkss thad I have STDs he dont wanna banggg mee someboddy hang me." You say in a slur. "I am the most top one pretty." Sicheng just giggled again in response.

"Nahhhh you using condomms right? We the advocates of safe sexxx." Lucas shouted the last sentence catching the attention of other bar-goers. Sicheng dialed Jiwon's cell.

"Babbbbyyy I am soo drunkk!" Sicheng can't help but giggle on the phone. Jiwon asked where he is concerned about Sicheng's state of drunkness. After making fun of yourselves for another fifteen minutes Jungwoo came to the rescue before the three of you could make any more scene. Jungwoo attended to you first kneeling so that he'll be at your eye level trying to gauge how far off drunk are you. Your vision is blurry but still seeing him concerned for you makes you forget about the fight you had earlier.

"Hey Handsome why are you here?" You smiled and proceeded to caress his cheek with your fingers.

"I am looking for my girlfriend. She's mad at me -" Jungwoo seized your hand with his pressing his cheek further into your palms looking at you pleading eyes." and I already miss her."

"Take me away then." You throw your arms at Jungwoo's shoulders.

Jungwoo started carrying you in a bridal position. You circled your arms around his neck and leaned all your weight to him causing Jungwoo to almost lose his balance. "Princess don't do that we'll fall if you do that again." You burrowed your head deeper to his neck littering kisses at the juncture where it meets his collarbone. Lucas who was mostly talking to himself and shouting at no one saw that you are being taken away. In his drunkness he didn't recognized that it was Jungwoo and thought you are being kidnapped. He forced himself to catch up with Jungwoo walking in long strides almost slipping a few times due to his dizziness he pulled at Jungwoo's shoulder strong enough to make Jungwoo face him with you slumping in Jungwoo's arms.

"Hey Pervert! Where are you taking Baobei? You have to go through me first." Lucas took a deep breath dramatically as if gathering strength and got into a fighting stance like Bruce lee boucing on the balls of his feet, flinging his arms periodically jabbing into nothing.

"Yukhei my luvvvvv save me from this godawful creature." You dramatically put the back of your hand at your forehead speaking in a theatrical voice playing along with Lucas' delusions.

"Baobei I am coming I'll-" Lucas shouted attracting the crowd's attention. Jungwoo interrupted him before he makes an even bigger scene. "Lucas man, it's Jungwoo. _________'s boyfriend."

"Oh" Lucas was suddenly dumbfounded. "Hi, man nice to meet you I am Yukhei but you can call me Lucas. I am _______'s bestfriend." Lucas scratched his head and smiled sheepishly before passing out on the floor. Jungwoo sighed with Sicheng giggling by himself at the table like he was exposed to some substance to Lucas passed out on the floor he didn't know that liking you would be so troublesome. Jungwoo looked at you in his arms as you scrunch your nose in drunken slumber. Even when you reek of alcohol he found you endearing.

"You're so lucky Princess that I like you a lot." He said as he kissed your scrunched up nose

a/n: Check out my other works for NCT here:masterlist.

part III (2): It was a peaceful morning until someone shrieked so loud that even the neighbors occupying the other units was startled. It was Sicheng who produced that godawful noise finding that he is naked in bed with none other than Lucas who was equally as naked as him sprawled at the other half of the bed. Lucas drowsily opened his eyes seeing Sicheng on the other side of the bed clutching the bed sheets at his chest looking as if someone has harrased him. He looked down and saw that he was only in his underwear and also screamed his lungs out despite having a deeper voice it was as if some girls were having a screaming contest. "What did you to me Winwin ge?" Lucas asked horrified. "What do you mean? I should ask you that I woke up with no clothes on?" Sicheng pointed at him accusingly. "Did we-" Lucas swallowed and looked at everywhere but at Sicheng.

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sunsetinmyvein · 4 years ago

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I Know That I’ll Lose - Chapter Nine - My Irregular Heartbeat

They finally had a full break day between two shows in the same city. It had taken five weeks to get one, but now it was here at least. However, Y/N/N knew better than to assume this break day would actually be used for something crazy like a break. No, of course not. Because knowing Matty, it was not a surprise at all that he dragged the band to a nearby studio he had heard about to try and smash out this idea that had been stuck in his head for a few days now. They all seemed more than happy enough to follow him on this endeavour, and watching them work as such a cohesive unit was very interesting. It was easily apparent that they had been together for so long, because they could practically read each other’s minds. Before George had even finished his sentence on the idea he had, Adam was already playing it, or Ross was already trying to fine-tune the melody. The four of them all worked on the same wavelength. She supposed that was just a part of working together for as long as they had. But maybe that was also why they had worked together for as long as they had, because they understood each other.

“Matty, we’re gonna record a few bits. Did you have lyrics in mind?” George asked with an eyebrow raised.

“Sort of. I’ll go check what I had written down.” He nodded, picking up his guitar and strolling out of the recording room and into another section of the studio. She had figured that there was no point in hanging around only to potentially interrupt the other boys’ recordings, so she followed him out to wherever he was headed.

He led her through the halls down into a small studio space with a desk at one end and a few couches at the other, not seeming to mind that she had followed. This seemed more like a track editing room than anything else. Matty sat himself down in the desk chair in the studio, pulling his guitar onto his lap. His notebook that she frequently saw him with was placed on the desk in front of him. He played the same melody that she had heard them go over numerous times in the recording area, making sure that it was fresh in his mind. Every now and again in between the melodies he glanced at his open notebook lying on the desk, sometimes scribbling something or crossing something out. A small smile was playing on his lips as he tried to get the rhythm of the words in line with what he was going for. She wasn’t sure if he was trying to recreate something he already had in mind or write something entirely new, but either way he seemed completely engrossed in it. This was the sort of moment where she would’ve admitted she had feelings for him if he asked - the sort of moment when she could be caught off guard enough by the genuine nature of the situation to tell the truth. A moment like this when it was just the two of them without the jokes, without the front Matty put up sometimes, a moment seemingly without the bet. Him just being himself and not trying to impress or be something else. But this wasn’t the Matty that was about to press her for confirmation on something that he already knew. Because at this current point, he didn’t want to play that game. He didn’t need to. He was comfortable in this instant with how things were. And she just wanted the peacefulness of it all to remain for a bit longer, so she wasn’t exactly about to throw a spanner in the works and fuck it all up by telling him.

It was a good while before he was knocked out of the trance that he was in and looked across the room at her. He’d been so far down the rabbit hole of his own creativity that he had forgotten that there was another person in the room with him. For how much time had passed, he had figured that she might’ve been waiting patiently to ask him how long was going to be left, but she just stared back at him with a neutral expression. “You’ve been rather quiet.” He stated, scrawling a quick line down in his notebook.

“Would you rather I interrupt you while you’re trying to write a song?” She asked in confusion.

“I mean… you’re welcome to.” He offered.

“How do you write your lyrics?” She asked, eyeing the pages he kept glancing towards.

He pondered on the question for a moment. “Typically, I write to fit the rhythm of the song first and foremost. Like we had the tune for It’s Not Living before we had the lyrics and I wrote around that. But usually I just imagine a real situation, I amplify it, I make it slightly more romantic and idealistic, and I write about it. That search of trying to find something that makes me truly happy, of being on that precipice of finding it, is a lot of what my music is made up of.” He explained. She just gave a small nod in response. He waited for her to add something else, or ask something else, but she didn’t, she just watched him. “What?” He asked eventually with a frown.

“It’s just nice watching you do what you do best and seeing you so content.” She admitted with a shrug. “It’s rare to see you not being all cocky and loud.”

He gave a quiet laugh at that, adjusting the capo a fret down on the neck of his guitar. “You know full well that all that’s just an act.” Her eyebrows shot up in surprise at his blunt honesty. Maybe the genuine vibes in the room were not one-sided. “It’s a self-defence mechanism. If I act like I am those things, then it’s easier to not fall back on the more negative shit.”

“But song writing is a really important thing in my life.” He continued, “I’d kill myself without music. Immediately. Life is pointless without music for me.” He paused for a moment, but she knew better by this stage in their friendship than to try and interject when he was following a train of thought. “If you think about it, the first time that you learn about something - like a first kiss, for example - is through cinema. It looks beautiful and it’s soundtracked. That’s very important.” He looked up at her, giving her a pointed look for emphasis. “I remember the first time I went to kiss a girl, the first thing that I was aware of was that there was no music playing. And I didn’t like that.” He frowned at the memory, before glancing down at his guitar and starting the riff over again. It had a very different feel to it than the other songs that they’d put out from Notes. The melody and style of guitar he was playing almost reminded her of Chocolate. “Music doesn’t exist physically. Yet it commands every facet of my personality. It has the power to command people how to feel - music can command someone how to feel on an emotional level uncontrollably. I just find that so fascinating.” He mused. A soft knock at the door pulled him out of his thoughts.

“How’d you go Matt?” George asked as he popped his head in through the door.

“I think I have some decent stuff.” He smiled with a nod in his friends’ direction as he handed over his notebook.

The five of them regrouped in the recording area, playing over what they had tracked to make sure they were happy with it before Matty pitched a few of the lyrical ideas he had gotten together. It was interesting to listen in as the song took shape. Once everyone was satisfied that they were heading in the right direction, they packed away their gear for the day.

“Congrats on a job well done, boys.” George grinned as they stepped out onto the street. “Should we put the gear away and grab a drink to reward ourselves?” He suggested as he started heading in the direction of their buses. Thankfully for his arms- shoulders- back, he hadn’t had to set up his entire kit, just the elements of it that were unique to his setup.

“That sounds like a good plan.” Ross agreed. Once everything was packed away safely, they trekked to the nearest pub for an afternoon drink. Matty and Y/N/N took a seat up at the bar to sort out drinks for the group, while the other three found themselves a table to settle in at. The bartender who came over to serve the two of them seemed to have been having a dull day, because Matty noticed that as opposed to taking any orders, all he wanted to do was yap on about everything except alcohol. ‘How’s your day been?’ ‘Where are you from?’ ‘What do you do?’ He knew that a Tuesday afternoon probably wasn’t a very busy time for a pub, but he wasn’t there to share his life story. And it didn’t help that despite his best attempt to usher things along and get his hard-earned drink, his present company was indulging this stranger.

He didn’t like how chatty this guy was being with her, and more importantly how chatty she was being with him. The feeling of it sat weirdly in his chest and made him feel like the third wheel when celebrating his own achievement. He only had a limited amount time left if he was going to get her to fess up. Only a week left of the tour before they went back to their respective homes. Allowing her to flirt with bartenders was only going to hinder that. So, in an attempt to bring her thoughts back to where he wanted them, and perhaps to get a rise out of her, in the middle of their conversation he nonchalantly took her hand that had been sitting on top of the bar in his. There was a pause in her sentence as he did this while she tried to work out what he was playing at. She looked down at their hands in confusion, glancing over to Matty only to see him still scrolling through his phone resting in his other hand. They’d never held hands before, and this certainly didn’t seem like the time or place to suddenly start doing that. But despite this, the plan had worked in his favour.

“I, uh,” The bartended cleared his throat awkwardly. “I’ll go get those drinks, then.” He nodded. As soon as he walked away to get their drinks, Matty released her hand which she promptly pulled in closer to herself.

“The hell was that for?” She asked with a frown as soon as the bartender was out of earshot.

“What?” He asked without looking away from his phone.

“That.” She repeated as she waved the hand in question in his direction to catch his attention.

“Oh.” He slipped his phone back into his pocket, finally turning to look at her. “I just felt like maybe you’d be wanting to get back to the guys to-”

“What gave you the impression that I’d want that?” She interrupted with a frown.

“I’d like to think I know a thing or two about your wants and desires.” Normally him saying something like that would’ve tripped her up, would’ve forced her to think carefully about what her next move was. It usually would’ve ticked the right boxes of flirty and self-assured. But the juxtaposition between this Matty and the one that she’d seen no more than an hour ago in the studio was too startling. To go from genuine to cocky so quickly, the 180 practically gave her whiplash. And thinking that he had the right to make that call on her behalf, even if she was just being friendly and patient with the bartender? If he was chasing a reaction out of her, he was certainly about to get one.

“You don’t know what I want.” She fired at him. The tone in her voice hadn’t been what he was expecting, but it didn’t click until it was too late.

“I think I do.” He shot back. She could tell that he was trying to work that lilt of electric confidence into his tone, but that wasn’t going to work. He’d already said more than enough. Those four words pushed her over the edge. She’d felt like maybe Matty was getting somewhere with being an overall more sincere person to be around, but it turned out that he was still pulling the same shit as what he was months ago to get attention.

“It’s entirely unfair of you to decide what I want when you don’t even know what you want.” She spat back, the venom thick in her tone as she pushed herself back from the bar and headed towards the bathroom.

Oh no. Again. He had gone and fucked it up again. He had been doing so well and now the pieces of his plan quickly shattered around him. He was fucking up one of the best friendships he’d ever had, all for a brief attempt at attention seeking. Fuck. He pulled a hand through his hair in frustration as he tried to think of a quick and easy way to backtrack – but there was no rewind for this. There was no rewind to fix those times when his egotistical impulsiveness shone through. What had seemed like a good idea only left him feeling worse. One negative feeling had just been replaced by a far stronger one. What was worse, was that he’d also roped her into his never-ending cycle of feeling shitty. He approached his friends sitting at their table towards the back of the bar, hoping that maybe they could offer some insight into how he could fix this.

“Guys, I-”

“Sort it out.” George interrupted, not caring to hear Matty go on a fifteen-minute-long explanation of whatever he’d done wrong. He’d seen Y/N/N walk away from the bar in a huff, and she gave that boy endless chances for whatever reason. To make her leave, Matty must’ve been a proper wanker.

“But-”

“You did it, you fix it.” He said with a dismissive hand wave. Ross and Adam just threw him apologetic looks, not overly wanting to get involved either.

Their time at the bar had, unsurprisingly, come to an abrupt close after that. Once they’d finished their first round in a state of awkward chit chat, everyone seemed in mutual agreement that it was time to go. Matty mostly remained in his own head as he drank, trying to think of how to make up for what he’d done, and if he wasn’t gonna talk about it, neither was she. Once they left the bar, they headed back to their hotel that had been booked for the night. A minor perk of having more than one show in a single city, other than potential days off, was that they didn’t have to stay on the bus. This was a huge relief to George, Ross and Adam as they all struggled to fit comfortably in bus bunks. Pretty much as soon as she had closed her hotel room door behind her, she’d received a text from the offending frontman. Part of her wanted to ignore it, but morbid curiosity got the better of her.

5:23pm Will you be free in an hour?

5:24pm Why?

5:26pm Room 406

5:26pm What makes you think that I’m free?

5:30pm Are you saying that you’re not?

5:35pm Room 406 in an hour

Against her better judgement, she begrudgingly did as requested and went to his room for six thirty. Despite that she was still mad at him for being such an ass, at the end of the day he was her friend and she didn’t want to end this time with him feeling resentful. As she reached out to knock on his door, she saw that it was slightly ajar. She pushed it open, calling out his name as she took a few cautious steps inside. The standard hotel room couch that was against the far wall in her room had been dragged over to be in front of the TV, the duvet was pulled off of the bed and draped over the back of it, and there was a bowl of popcorn sitting on the TV unit. “What is this?” She asked as her brows furrowed in confusion. An all too familiar curly mop of hair stuck its head around the corner as she said that.

“This… is me trying to make up for being a bit of a knob earlier.” He explained, making his way over to the other side of the couch. “I know that I took a genuine thing and twisted it into something insincere and selfish. I thought that we could pull a movie up on the telly and maybe have a couple of drinks? Quiet night in. Just us.” He offered.

“Well, the movie sounds okay, I guess.” She started as she looked at the selection screen that he’d already pulled up on the TV. “But I think I’m over drinking for today.”

“That’s, erm, fair enough,” He nodded. In hindsight, he probably could’ve predicted that. But he’d been a bit roped up during the last hour trying to think of what best to say. Not that he’d made much progress on that front, either. “Sorry, I make excuses to drink when I’m nervous.” He added sheepishly as he scratched at the back of his neck.

She watched him with curiosity as he took a seat on the couch, motioning for her to sit down next to him. A few moments passed as she considered the offer. How fast he was jumping from sincere to arrogant today was unsettling. She felt like she was going around in circles in her head. “No funny business. I promise.” He said, holding his hand over his heart for emphasis.

She narrowed her eyes at him, trying to scope out if he was telling the truth. “Okay…” She eventually conceded as she sat down. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her into his side as he started scrolling through movie options. At first, she went to move back from him. Experience, and forewarning from Adam, probably should’ve been enough to stop her from falling too much into this. But… She had to admit that it was pretty cold this time of year, and Matty was pretty damn warm. And it was nice. It was nice that he was trying to make up for his shitty actions with kind ones. It was nice that he had made an effort to try and cover up his usual smell of cigarette smoke and weed with hotel room soap, even if it didn’t quite do the trick. Spending time with just him was nice. The companionship, minus the bullshit and the charade they had going on sometimes, was sorely needed for the both of them. It had been quite a while since Matty had someone in his life that he could be like this with and he didn’t want to fuck that up. He supposed that the guys probably wouldn’t complain if he did it to them, but that wouldn’t really give the same effect. This felt comforting. It melted her resolve for being mad at him, and steeled his about how much time he wanted to spend around her. But he avoided thinking about the warm feeling in his chest too much. At the moment, he was trying to be apologetic and genuine. And this moment - this moment of the two of them sitting on the couch in quiet discussion over what movie to kill their time with - he suddenly realised was about as genuine as he had felt in a long time.

For once it wasn’t fake, or a staged situation that he had fabricated to work in his favour. It was real. Which should have been worrying. Past Matthew Healy would’ve either needed to put up false pretenses to feel in control or would’ve just straight up escaped from it. But this felt strangely like where he was meant to be. He wasn’t entirely sure when he started feeling like he was past that point in his life. That point where he moped around, being depressed and dwelling on past mistakes that he couldn’t fix. Altering situations until he felt in control of them. Where he spent 90% of his time putting up a front so that people didn’t constantly ask him how he was doing and then he had to think about how he was doing. But somewhere along the lines in the last few months, he had stopped having that dread that he wasn’t doing the correct thing. That he had fucked something up, or was on the verge of it. He felt like maybe he was finally… on the right track? He glanced at the girl sitting next to him. Maybe the company had done him a lot better than he expected it to. He had hoped it would be enough of a distraction that he could at least not think about his depressed state of mind for a little while. What he hadn’t anticipated was that the company would pull him out of that state of mind entirely. The sudden realisation that he was actually doing okay these days was quite surprising.

“Are you gonna pick a movie?” She asked as she looked up at him, only to catch him looking back at her instead of at the TV. “What?”

“Thanks.” He blurted out.

“For?” She frowned.

“Hanging out with this loser for a whole tour.” He answered with a chuckle. “You didn’t have to come out here. You don’t have to put up with me like you do. I know I said it once before, but company makes things a lot easier for me. Five weeks with you…” He paused, actually looking somewhat… embarrassed? “It’s done me a lot of good, I think.” He finally admitted.

He really was taking this attempt at making up for being a dickhead earlier seriously. “It’s, uh,” She cleared her throat to try and regain her mental composure. “It was in my best interests to take up the offer. So, it’s really nothing.”

“Not to me, it’s not.” He replied casually. He dropped the subject after that, turning his attention back to what movie they were meant to be watching. The two of them settled into a comfortable silence, happy to let the atmosphere between them speak for itself. Hearing his steady heartbeat as she leaned into him was like a metronome, like white noise, the sound of it was enough to stabilise her thoughts after such a chaotic day. It wasn’t long before the two of them passed out. She’d woken up eventually to see the TV that they had fallen asleep watching still playing. Matty’s arm was also still draped around her waist, though the two of them had slid quite a bit further down the couch than how they were originally sitting. After some careful shuffling to retrieve her phone without disturbing him, she discovered that it was nearly two in the morning. It was probably in her best interests to move over to an actual bed instead of spending the night on a hotel room couch. Work for the show tomorrow would be difficult if she couldn’t bend her neck to the left. She started to sit up, pulling herself up on the couch slightly and moving to swing her legs over the side. But she was quickly stopped in her tracks when a deep voice broke the silence.

“Stay.” She heard Matty mumble quietly as his arm tightened around her. She was unsure that she’d heard him right. “Please.” He added, just above a whisper. Had she not been looking right at him as he said it, she would’ve missed it. She was still rather tired, and the couch was pretty comfortable. Who was she to deny him such a simple request?

* * *

Matty woke up the next morning with a hell of a stiff neck and a feeling that he desperately needed to crack his left knee, but he somehow felt more well rested than what he had in months. The fogginess slowly cleared from his brain as his eyes refocused on the TV in front of him. But before he had the chance to stretch out his aching limbs, Y/N/N beat him to the punch and sat up, reaching her arms up above her head with a loud yawn.

“I’m sorry, about yesterday.” He muttered; his voice still hoarse with sleep.

“I know,” She nodded as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. “I’m sorry, too.” She added, flashing a small smile in his direction. The band had a show later that day, but Matty was pretty sure that he had an interview in the next couple of hours.

“I have to start getting ready.” He sighed, sitting up slightly on the couch. “I’ve got somewhere to be before midday.”

“Well, thank you for last night.” She said as she watched him stand up.

“It’s cool.” He shrugged. “I’m gonna go back to being a flirtatious piece of shit now, okay? But not a dickhead.” He punctuated that last point with a serious look. She just stared at him, waiting for him to continue. “It’s easier.” He shrugged. Easier than what? But there wasn’t much time to ponder that, because he made short work of getting ready and when left to her own devices it only made sense for her to head back to her own room to do the same. By ten that morning Matty was on his way to his interview, and the other four members of their posse found a nice café nearby to have breakfast in.

Y/N/N found herself sat at a small table in said café with George, watching quietly as he fiddled around on his laptop. Adam and Ross had elected to kill some time in the record store next door, having already eaten this morning. But this was of no worry to them, because it was always nice to hang out with George one on one. He had such a down to earth personality and he was exceedingly good at keeping those around him calm and level-headed. However, at the moment she could see the concentration and slight stress in his features as he tried to wrap his head around what he was working on.

“How’s the track going?” She asked after a few moments.

“It’s… going.” He laughed as he took a sip of his coffee. “I’m piecing together those bits we recorded yesterday. Slow but sure progress.” He nodded.

“How’s it sounding?” She clarified. He shuffled around the table slightly so that she could get a view of the screen.

“Why don’t you tell me?” He asked as he slipped the headset off and handed it to her. “I’m trying to sort out a few of the production kinks. So, what do you reckon, this?” He played a snippet of the track. She listened carefully, trying to pick up the nuances of it. It sounded good. “Or this?” He played the same snippet again but she could hear a few minor changes this time. But to determine the exact differences was hard. It reminded her of being at an eye exam when the optometrist asked you if you preferred slide one or slide two and to you, they felt more or less the same.

“I, uh…” She handed the headset back as she tried to think of a reasonable response. It was a struggle to try and give him a straight answer. “They’re both good?” She eventually offered. “I’m sorry, I’m probably not the person to ask.” She added with a laugh.

“It’s all right.” He chuckled. “I’ll get the boys to look over it with me later.” He said with a shrug as a waiter brought their meals over. It was as good a time as any for a break, so he shut his laptop and left that work for later.

With the rest of the band busy enjoying their late breakfast at the café, Matty had been forced out to a one on one interview at some local venue. It bothered him every now and again that certain interviewers only ever wanted to chat to him, and not the whole band. After all, he’d be nowhere if not for them. He wished that he could get away with being the quiet one, the one who just got to sit there and zone out. But he’d signed his fate in this band long ago. Everyone knew by now that he was the charismatic loud mouth who had all the answers (or just talked until people forgot the original question). So, he made himself somewhat presentable and went out to the theatre that the interviewer wanted to meet him at. It was set to be a quick, video interview which worked well for him. Rock up, yap on a bit about the band, smile at the camera, be back in time for a joint before soundcheck.

“So, we had a list sent in to us of a bunch of questions relating to each of the songs from your first self-titled album. Would you mind if we asked some?” The interviewer asked, flipping over to the next page in her notebook.

“Go for it.” He shrugged, pushing back into the wall he was leaning against.

“The question for The City: If you could fall in love in any city, what would it be and why?” She asked as she held the mic out to him.

“London. It’s probably my favourite city.” He answered with a firm nod.

“The one for Money is: Have you ever taken drugs?” She questioned, looking across at him.

“Yes.” He answered bluntly, trying his best not to roll his eyes. He was fairly certain that was pretty common knowledge at this point in his very public personal life.

“For Chocolate: Do you have a problem with authority?”

He snorted a laugh before answering, “Yes.”

“Heart Out: Do you have feelings for someone and wish they were reciprocated?” She asked.

He opened his mouth to answer with the default response but the words seemed to stall in his throat. His answer was going to be ‘no’, but the more he thought about it the more he realised that might be lying. Technically the bet he had was all about getting someone to reciprocate feelings. It was kind of the entire point. “Uh… yeah.” He said with a nod, hoping that she didn’t pry any more on the matter.

She let out an interested ‘ooo’ and he couldn’t help but grimace slightly at what he knew was about to come. “Would you pursue these feelings?” The interviewer asked with curiosity.

He thought on that for a moment. Strictly speaking, the bet was quite literally a case of pursuing them. But he was certain that she meant pursuing them in a more relationship-wise sort of way and less in the way that he was going about it. The more he thought on this, the more he found himself feeling nervous about his answer. It had been a long time since he’d been properly close with someone, especially in any capacity like last night. It was probably just that. Just circumstance. And he had an inkling that if he dwelled on it for too long, he’d lose his motivation for the bet and he knew that he was only ever getting closer by the day. “Maybe in a more forgiving set of social circumstances.” He answered eventually.

She continued on without saying anything else on the topic, “This one is for Sex: Have you ever been with someone who already had a partner?” She asked. He let out a sigh of relief that they had moved away from a topic he was trying to avoid investing too much thought in before answering the question.

“The person who wrote this list does know that I wrote these songs, yeah?” He laughed loudly. “Like, they’re about me. You can assume that they’re from my perspective.” The interviewer scrapped the remaining questions on the list after that and let him get back to his day. He went back. He smoked his joint. He soundchecked. He hung out with his friends. He played a show. He continued about the usual tour routine. But the realisation was starting to settle in that they only had three shows left. Only six days until the tour was over. Matty felt like time was closing in on him.

The next day as they drove to the third to last show, he found himself sitting in the back lounge - his feet up on the seat next to him, watching the rain trickle down the glass and the road pass behind them. His mind kept being dragged back to that question he had been asked in the interview. He’d always held an interest in Y/N/N, that much he was well aware of since the day that they’d met. But since he’d gotten so roped up in his determination to get her to confess her feelings, he’d lost sight of his own. Whenever she’d asked him back in that bar what his end game was, he had said that he didn’t know. At the time that seemed like a reasonable enough answer, his state of mind wasn’t the best and he wasn’t in a position to be committing to anything new, much less a relationship. And he’d done his best to make sure that she was aware of that so that he didn’t feel like he was putting her under false pretenses. But it had been months now, he’d come to realise he was in a much more stable place mentally and emotionally, and yet he still didn’t have any true direction. What was he going to do once she told him? He needed an answer. Soon. The tour had less than a week left. He was knocked out of his thoughts by the sound of footsteps approaching behind him.

“What’re you doin’, Matt?” George asked as he leaned against the door frame.

“Just vibin’.” He shot back. The drummer rolled his eyes. “Being contemplative.” He elaborated with a shrug, taking a sip of the tea sitting in his lap.

“About?” He asked, stepping into the room and taking a seat opposite his friend.

“To say what you want – it’s hard, innit?” George knew better than to answer a rhetorical question like that and instead waited for Matty continue. “I’ve spent so much of my life thinking about the future and worrying about stuff. Worrying about shit that I can’t change. And I’m starting to feel like maybe I should be worrying about the things that I can.”

George could sense where this conversation was going. That Matty was getting close to the realisation that his feelings for Y/N/N were considerably less superficial than he gave them credit for. He wasn’t sure what had brought on this epiphany in his best friend, but the vibe of this conversation was telling him that he was on the right track to sorting out his own head. A little voice in the back of his mind reminded him of that bet that he had made with Adam and Ross. Was now his chance to let Matty in on the secret that everyone else knew? Or should he let his friend work his way there himself?

“I think that maybe you need to think about how far you’ve come, mate.” He resigned with a sigh. Letting Matty come to the discovery himself was probably going to be the best course of action. “You’re not the same person that you were ten years ago, even if you still make similarly dumb mistakes from time to time. What mattered to you then might not be the same things that you want to take into your future.”

Matty looked back over at his friend with a confused frown, hearing in his voice George wasn’t giving him all of the information that he had. “What’re you getting’ at?” He asked as George stood up.

“Consider what makes you happy, work your way up from there.” He explained, patting his friend’s shoulder as he walked back out of the back lounge.

* * *

George’s advice perhaps could’ve been slightly… more blunt, and to the point. Because what Matty found makes him happy was often instant gratification. And what he wanted most at this exact moment was to win that damn bet. There was one show left on their tour before everyone headed back home. One show to get her to crack. He had to pull out all of the stops if he was going to make this count. But this was what he had spent the last six weeks working out. What were the best things to get a reaction – what worked and what didn’t. Now was his time to shine and prove that he wasn’t just blindly fumbling in the dark. It was a few hours before they were set to play, stage setup was done, merch was set up. He was pretty certain that the majority of his friends were on the bus waiting for soundcheck. Now was the time. Matty sent her a text to come to the green room to help him out with something and then waited patiently. He worried slightly when he hadn’t received a reply at first, but within a few minutes he heard footsteps approaching. This was it. Show time.

“Yeah, what’s-” Her sentence suddenly wasn’t able to complete itself and she had to do a double take as she caught sight of the man in front of her. Matty was leaning against the table in the middle of the green room, cigarette in hand, staring lazily down at his phone sitting on his knee. For whatever reason he hadn’t bothered to button up the suit shirt that he was wearing, and his hair looked like he hadn’t touched it in days. He was even wearing the same ripped jeans she’d seen him wear at the last show. It was possibly one of the most casual looks that she had seen him in of late, and she fucking hated that despite this, he looked hot as hell. She hated it even more that he was almost definitely well aware of this information and probably also well aware of the way that it was making the synapses in her brain short out. He glanced up eventually, letting the smoke out of his lungs and putting his cigarette out in the ash tray sitting next to him.

“Can I ask a favour of you?” He asked as he pushed himself up off of the table. That annoying level confidence that he seemed to radiate was practically like static electricity in the room.

“Anythi-“ She started, before clearing her throat anxiously and trying to get her thoughts together. Her brain seemed to have just fallen right out of her skull as she crossed the threshold into this room. “I mean, uh-” And it was extremely hard to concentrate on finding it again with Matty approaching her looking like that. “yeah. What’s up?” She asked, deciding to look at the ground instead.

His index finger came to rest under her chin before pulling her gaze back up to his. Fuck. Having to look into his chocolate brown eyes when he was acting like this, it made this whole situation all too difficult to resist. He leaned in slightly closer before speaking. “If I were trying to impress a girl who would be watching the show tonight, do you think that this would suffice?”

“Absolutely.” She blurted out without thinking.

“Good to know.” He chuckled as he brushed past her and out the door of the green room. She turned around, looking in the direction that he had gone in confusion. What had just happened? Surely that ordeal wasn’t coincidental? The tone in his voice was too suggestive for any of that to have been a fluke. He’d intentionally caught her interest and then left her drooling over him. Why would- suddenly it clicked. That cocky bastard fucking knew that he had won, and he just walked away. He didn’t even press the topic of the bet at all. “See you at soundcheck.” His voice echoed back down the hallway. That absolute fucker. Unfortunately for her, six weeks trapped in close quarters with Matthew Healy had done exactly what she had predicted it might. It made her feelings for him so much worse. Tonight was going to be difficult. She was unsure if her heart rate would be able to survive through soundcheck, let alone nearly two hours of watching him on stage. Maybe she could just skip the show? No, he’d definitely find a way for her to be there. By the time she’d finished psyching herself up to tolerate a couple of songs in soundcheck, the band were nearly ready to go.

As she walked up to the barrier of the pit, she heard Matty call her name. “Watch this.” Matty grinned, making a motion to the rest of the band. Do I have to? The familiar starting notes of The Sound started filling the empty stadium. Of course. Of course. Should she really have expected any less of him than to play this song? The annoying thing was that in this frame of mind and with him… like that, she couldn’t do anything but watch him. His direct interaction with her as they ran through the song was minimal, instead he racked his brain for the things that he’d done on stage in the past that he’d caught her watching. And it worked a treat. Her attention was trained on him the entire time. As the song came to an end, her brain felt absolutely fried. He must’ve recognised her half-dazed state because he jumped down into the space between the barrier and the stage to put the final nail in the coffin. He leant across the metal railing, and for a brief moment she thought he might’ve been about to kiss her. She was pretty certain that she might spontaneously combust if he did.

“You could just tell me, you know.” He whispered. Her heart hammered against her ribcage as she tried to compose her thoughts. After a few seconds he moved back, meeting her gaze and seeing how flustered she was.

“Fuck you.” She mumbled with her last hint of tenacity and desire to win a futile bet, tearing her eyes away from him to look behind him at the screens on the stage.

“You could if you’d like.” He quipped with a knowing look. She was suddenly dragged back to the weekend that she’d met him. That damn radio interview he’d pulled her into. It was nearly five months ago now since he’d pulled that stunt on her. Had it really been that long..? “Suit yourself, love.” He said with a chuckle as he hopped back up on stage.

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You Don’t Love Me - Gerard Way x Reader

Request: Hi! Could you write sth about Gerard x reader? They are dating, and reader for some reason (anxiety, hate mail, etc... you choose) thinks that she isn't good enough for him. He finds out and comforts her? Thank you!

Warnings: drug and alcohol abuse, mention of planned suicide

Word count: 1 931

Reader: female

You had first met Gerard during the hardest time of his life. You had been friends with Frank for ages and he had asked you to join My Chemical Romance on tour to help with putting up the stages. You had said yes immediately. You loved the music they were making and you had arrived at a point in your life where you were uncertain how you wanted to continue, so spending some time touring through America at the side of a good friend seemed a pretty genius idea.

It had not taken you long to realize that Gerard was addicted to drugs and alcohol. He was a sweet guy when he was sober, but the alcohol turned him into a person you pitied, not someone you wanted to befriend. Gerard had liked you from the beginning. You were the only girl on the tour bus and you were always patient and listened to the things he said. He often came to talk to you. Mostly during the few hours when the alcohol had worn off and he had a clear mind. Those were the times when he realized how screwed up his life was, and he needed someone to talk to. You always listened. Not only because you pitied him. You wanted to help him and you liked him. Sometimes you wondered if that was even possible because his whole personality was distorted due to his addiction, but you had a feeling he was an okay guy.

Then came the night he almost tried to kill himself. You had been sound asleep, not knowing about Gerard’s thoughts until the manager called you. He told you Gerard had wanted to kill himself but he had talked him out of it. The manager asked you to keep an eye on Gerard until he fell asleep. Of course you got out of bed immediately. You threw on some presentable clothes and found Gerard sitting in front of the trailer, staring into the early morning sky. You were not sure how to approach him, so you simply asked him, if he wanted breakfast. At first he denied, but when you told him you had seen a diner just a few streets down that was serving freshly baked waffles, he agreed to join you. Over waffles with cream and strawberries and a chocolate milkshake Gerard told you what had happened. He ended the breakfast with the promise never to touch drugs or alcohol ever again.

The next few weeks were hard, but Gerard was strong and stuck to his promise. You liked sober and clean Gerard a lot more than the drunken version. You even found yourself swooning over the singer when you were alone.

Half a year after Gerard had decided to abandon drugs, he asked you out. You had been a couple since.

~*~

It had been two years since Gerard and you were dating and some time ago the band had published their latest album ‘The Black Parade’. You were still working as a roadie for the band, helping with the stage and the merchandise. You loved touring the country with your friends and boyfriend and for years there had been no problems. Until two months ago Gerard had made your relationship public.

It felt like a switch had been turned. You suddenly felt insecure about everything you said and did. You felt insecure about the way you looked, about the clothes you wore and the sound of your voice. You felt insecure about how to touch and kiss Gerard and about the way he felt about you. Especially about that. You loved him, there was no doubt. And Gerard always said that he loved you too, but did he actually mean it?

These thoughts polluted your mind. You only held him back. You were not beautiful enough to be looked at by him. He was weary of you. He hated the way you kissed him. He hated the way you talked and he hated the way you called his name. He hated everything about you. He was only together with you because he pitied you.

It was all too easy for you to believe these dark thoughts, even though you had no clue where they came from. Everything had been fine, until Gerard had opened up about the relationship in an interview. But now you did not only have to deal with your own thoughts, you also had to deal with thousands of jealous teenage girls, who saw you every evening building up the stage.

“Whore”, “fat cow” and “bitch” were along the more harmless things that were thrown at you. What really hurt was the “He doesn’t really love you”. It was so easy to believe them.

You had been suffering through these thoughts for almost two months, when you decided that it was enough. By now you had convinced yourself successfully that Gerard had never loved you and that it would be for the best if you broke up with him.

Originally you had hoped it would be a quiet evening where everyone could relax after the concert so you could take Gerard outside and quickly break up with him. But instead the band went to a club to celebrate. You were not sure what exactly they were celebrating, but Gerard and Frank had dragged you along none the less.

The music was loud and made your heart vibrate. Colorful lights danced over the crowd of people who moved to the rhythm of the music. Things had started out calmly. Everyone had sat at the bar. Frank and Ray were drinking beer, Mikey had lemonade, and Gerard and you shared a coke. When the glass was empty Gerard had pulled you to your feet. His newly black dyed hair fell into his eyes and he smiled widely as he led you to the center of the dancefloor. He pulled you close to his body, pressing himself against you and wrapping his arms around your waist. You swayed to the music and after some time he started kissing along your jawline. You closed your eyes and let him. This would be the last time he would do that. You heart shattered at the thought that you would lose Gerard forever, but it was no use if he did not love you. And because you loved him so much, you had to set him free. You ran your fingers through his hair and inhaled his scent. He smelled of sweat and cigarettes but you had always liked that special smell on him. This would probably be the last time you would smell it.

Suddenly Gerard pulled away. His eyes were staring into yours as if to read your thoughts.

“What’s the matter, sugar,” he asked over the blaring music.

“I’m breaking up with you.” You did not even really think about it anymore. These words, which you had to say to set him free, had burned themselves into your mind over the last weeks and it seemed so natural to say them.

Gerard stared at you, his eyes widened in shook. Slowly he shook his head, grabbed your wrist and pulled you through the crowd of people outside.

The fresh breeze felt good on your sweaty skin and the air was cool and full of oxygen, unlike inside. Gerard dragged you a few meters away from the exit where no people were listening, and turned you around to face him.

“Say that again,” he demanded.

“I’m breaking up with you,” you repeated. You felt your heart break at the thought that this was it. Two years together with the man you loved ended here, in front of a shitty club. At least there were lots of beautiful girls who he could have for himself after he had gotten rid of you.

Gerard still stared at you. You tried not to look at him, but when you did, you saw tears swimming in his eyes.

“Why?” His voice was quiet and shaking.

“I don’t deserve you,” you began to explain. “You deserve someone who is beautiful and funny and clever. You deserve someone you love.”

“But, but…” Gerard helplessly stuttered. He was scared, terrified even. The girl of his dreams, the person he had been in love with since he saw her for the first time, was breaking up with him, because she thought he did not love her.

“It’s okay,” you whispered. “I understand. I wouldn’t want to be with myself either.”

“Stop!” Gerard’s voice was louder than he had thought. “Stop this bullshit! Stop talking like you’re meaning it!” Tears had started rolling down his cheeks. His beautiful hazel eyes were full of sadness and he tightly clung to your hand.

“But I do,” you tried to tell him, finally starting to cry as well.

“No you don’t. You can’t. Because you are so fucking beautiful and so fucking funny, and clever and I love you so fucking much!” Gerard did not care anymore who could hear him. Hell, if he had to climb every skyscraper in NYC and scream it from the rooftops that he loved you, he would do that, if it only meant that you would believe him. “I love you more than I love my own life!”

“Don’t say that, Gee, please don’t,” you pleaded. “You don’t have to pity me for loving you.”

“I don’t, I don’t!” he assured you. “I love you and I would die for you, but really I just want to stay with you forever,” he sobbed, pressing your cool hand against his warm, tearstained cheeks. “Please, (y/n), I love you, I love you so much and if you leave me, I could as well die. Please believe me.”

You stared at the man in front of you. His hair was greasy from the sweat of the performance and the fake fog in the club. His face was hot in your hand and his tears dropped off your fingers. But you did not try to pull back. You would have tried to tell yourself that he was acting, but why should he? And how could he react so realistically, so fast? Did he really mean it? Did he really love you? Were you really breaking his heart? Suddenly he looked up at you.

“I’m just never gonna let you go,” he declared, tightening his grip around your hand. “You’ll have to stay with me forever. Until you don’t love me anymore… you do love me, do you?”

Quietly you nodded.

“Then I’m not letting go,” he told you. “Is that okay?”

Again you nodded and a smile spread over his face.

“Do you believe me, that I love you, and that I won’t let you leave me like that?”

“Yap,” you murmured; your voice quiet and wet from your own tears.

“Great,” Gerard stepped close to you, still tightly holding onto your hand. “If you ever have doubts like that again, you’ll let me know, promise?”

“Promise,” you answered, finally looking up at him.

His eyes were brighter than usual, from crying. His cheeks were wet from the tears and his lips were red and swollen.

“I’m gonna kiss you now,” he announced, his eyes softly locked with yours.

“Okay,” you agreed.

He leant over to you until his lips were almost touching yours. “Hey,” he whispered. “One more thing. I love you so fucking much, I can’t even put it into words, okay?”

You wanted to tell him you loved him too, but he had already captured you lips in a soft kiss that said more than a thousand words.

#fanfic #fanfiction #my chemical romance #frank iero #gerard way #gerard way x reader #gerard way fluff #fluff #romance #heart break #break up

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darisu-chan · 7 years ago

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Regrets

So, a long time ago I think I warned those pesky I//H anons that if they kept sending me hate, I’d write an adultery fic. Well, thanks to this anon I finally wrote that trash fic I had been talking about. Now, it’s not really as trashy as it could have been, mainly because I can’t write smut without cringing, but I managed to make it super crack, like I originally intended.

It was totally inspired by @dangerousbride and other fic writers and artists with their adultery works. You guys rock!

For any salty orgs, remember that if you come for me, not only will I expose you, but I will also get back for the shit you keep sending me.

Also, as if it weren’t obvious enough, I do not support adultery in any form and for any reason. This is a work of fiction, and it doesn’t represent my actual values. I was just having fun.

You can also read it here.

Summary: Ichigo and Rukia go on a double date. It doesn’t go as planned.

The moment the words left Orihime’s mouth, Renji knew it was a terrible idea. When Rukia clapped her hands excitedly, Renji started sweating profusely. He knew that he was doomed, however, when Ichigo half-heartedly agreed. The three turned to him, and Renji could only nod while gulping. What could he say? That it was a terrible idea? They would think he was going crazy, and hell, maybe he was. He could picture it. “Hey guys, you know, maybe we shouldn’t go.” Renji imagined himself saying. “Why the hell not?” Ichigo, who was always waiting for the perfect opportunity to one up him, would say. He’d try to explain things, only for Rukia to snort and dismiss whatever he was saying without stopping to listen to him. It would all be over the moment Orihime would give him her best puppy eyes. Yep. He was done for. It was better to remain silent.

So, that is why after leaving the kids with Ichigo’s sisters, Renji found himself walking the streets with his wife and two friends. Unsurprisingly, Ichigo and Rukia were walking ahead of him and Orihime, still bickering about… well, Renji didn’t exactly know what they were fighting about at this point ─he lost track when Ichigo pointed out Ichika’s drawings were better than Rukia’s. To make matters worse, Orihime was walking happily next to him, yapping about how wonderful a time they were going to have in their double date.

Yes. His worries were all about a fucking double date. Go on, laugh at him, you unsuspecting reader, but if you knew the nightmare Renji was trapped in, you’d have to agree with him on why going on a double date with his wife and friends wasn’t particularly the best idea.

“Ichigo-kun.” Suddenly, Orihime’s sickeningly sweet voice interrupted Renji’s inner musings.

The two in front of them stopped their fight at the sound of her voice. Ichigo turned around, raising an eyebrow. “What?”

“Where are we going?” She asked, moving her lashes coquettishly.

Renji internally faced palmed. You’re asking that just now?!

“To this restaurant I know.” Ichigo simply said, shrugging for good measure. Then, he turned around to keep walking with Rukia, when they were interrupted again.

“How do you know that restaurant?” She asked innocently. Renji started sweating again.

“I’ve gone with a friend before.” Ichigo answered. Rukia was looking at Ichigo. Renji was pretty sure a smirk was pulling on his wife’s mouth.

“What friend?” Orihime asked once more. Renji was starting to doubt these were innocent questions.

Ichigo shrugged. “Ishida. Once.”

Renji found himself gulping after listening to those words. Seriously? Ishida of all people?

Orihime pursed her lips and then… then she smiled her signature smile, and she even giggled for good mention. “That’s so great, Ichigo-kun! I’m glad you and Ishida-kun get along so well!”

The man in question scratched the back of his head. “Yeah, I guess. Anyway, let’s keep going.”

Oh, thank God! Renji mentally cheered, and walked with a sprint in his feet. Meanwhile, Ichigo muttered something under his breath, which resulted in Rukia kicking him in the shin.

“What the fuck was that for, Rukia?!”

“Oh, don’t act innocent! You know you deserved it!” She said, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Bitch!”

“Asshole!”

Renji cursed under his breath. But of course the two would keep fighting until reaching the restaurant. After all, such was his luck. Next to him, Orihime giggled.

“They’re so lively, aren’t they?” She said.

Oi, don’t look so happy! “Yes. I suppose.”

They didn’t speak again until they reached the restaurant. Renji gazed at the place. The façade was painted a mahogany color, and it had glass windows overlooking the street. Inside, he could see that the tables and booths were red, and that all waiters were wearing black slacks ─black skirts for waitresses─, white shirts and black ties. It looked cozy and elegant at the same time. Almost homey. And, he thought, not really a place you go to eat with a friend you barely see anymore.

“Welcome!” A woman said the moment they walked into the place. “Table for four?”

Ichigo nodded. “Yeah. Make it a booth.”

Unsurprisingly, Ichigo and Rukia sat right next to each other. Orihime happily sat in front of her husband, while Renji sat next to her. Whatever disagreement they were currently having shifted to talking about the food the place served.

“You really need to try the Gyudon. It’s really good!” Ichigo told everyone as they scanned the menus.

“The Udon noodles are excellent!” Rukia said, smiling right at Renji.

It took everything in his power not to start choking on air after that admission. He turned to look at Orihime as inconspicuously as he could. However, the young woman seemed unfazed, still looking at the menu she had in her hands.

“How about the curry?” Orihime asked. “Have you tried it yet, Ichigo-kun?”

“Nah. When I came here, I wasn’t in the mood for curry.” He said, and then sneaked a glance to Rukia. The woman had a devilish smile on her face.

“So you weren’t in the mood for that?” She smirked.

Ichigo returned the smirk. “Oh, no. I was in the mood for something else.”

Renji blanched in his seat. Are you serious?! In a panic, he turned to look at Orihime again, this time more directly. She looked as oblivious as ever.

“I think I’m going to order it.” Orihime said. “What about you, Abarai-kun?”

The attention suddenly turned to him. “Err… I’m not sure yet.” He stuttered, silently cursing himself.

“Give the Udon a try.” Rukia told him, smiling sweetly at him.

“No. I think Renji’s in the mood for chicken, don’t you think?” Ichigo grinned, and then yelped suddenly.

“Dear, are you okay?” His wife asked him.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” Ichigo said, and then growled something at Rukia who merely laughed.

Renji paled. What the hell?

“So, Renji, what’s it gonna be?” His wife asked him again.

He coughed. “Ramen seems nice.” Rukia nodded.

Before anyone could comment further, their waitress arrived. “Are you ready to order?”

Ichigo answered first. “Yes. We will be having Udon noodles, yakimeshi, grilled chicken, and matcha tea please.” Ichigo said, motioning to Rukia and himself.

The waitress smiled at them. “What about for you and your wife, sir?” She said, turning to Renji.

“Ammm.” He stuttered again, wondering if the woman next to him was going to correct the waitress. To his surprise, she nodded and started giving her order. “I will be having your beef curry please.”

“Sure thing.”

“Can you add vanilla ice cream and strawberry jam to it?” She added, making everyone in the table nauseous.

The waitress blinked. “I’m afraid not. But you can order the ice cream as dessert.”

She looked disappointed but nodded. “Ah, and please bring me an orange juice.”

The waitress nodded and looked at Renji expectantly. “Beef ramen for me.” She wrote it down. “And beer.” He added as an afterthought. He needed at least a bit of alcohol in his system to go through this awful date.

After the waitress left, they started talking again. Though this time, finally both Renji and Orihime were included in whatever the other two were conversing about. For once, it all felt nice. Orihime told an anecdote about something that had happened in the market a week before, and they all chuckled. Next, Ichigo started telling them about an annoying client who kept visiting the clinic claiming he had a skin condition, when in reality he was suffering from wrinkles. Rukia then explained her very elaborate plan to finally get Kiyone and Sentarou together. Renji found himself laughing for the first time with his wife and friends. It was unlike the other times they had gotten together to chat over the years. Although, that sense of peace didn’t last long, for when Renji was retelling a joke Byakuya had finally managed to deliver correctly during training once, he heard it. It was a low sound. He would have missed it if his hearing wasn’t an ability he relied on when fighting hollows. He paused, and then shook his head. Renji kept talking, hoping it had been his imagination, but no, there it was again. Low. Husky. Almost like a growl. His eyes zeroed on Rukia’s face. She was smiling at him, encouraging to continue his tale. Then his eyes moved to Ichigo. He wouldn’t have noticed anything if he hadn’t known what to look for. His cheeks were slightly flushed. His jaw clenched. And his eyes… They had an intense look on them. Oh fuck no!

“Ichigo?” He suddenly said.

“Hmm?” The man simply muttered.

“Are you okay?” Renji asked.

“Oh… yeah. I’m fine. Totally.” Ichigo blurted out. Beside him, Rukia snickered.

“You sure?” Renji asked again, his eyes watching as Rukia’s hand kept disappearing beneath the table. Ichigo’s cheeks became even redder, and he coughed.

“Yeah, Ichigo, are you sure?” Rukia asked with a mocking smile on her face. Renji could see her hand moving back and forth from where we was sitting.

The man rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I’m good. What were you saying?”

Renji opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by Orihime’s loud squeal. “Look, our food’s here!”

Indeed, their food had arrived. The waitress started serving them their plates, while warning them they were hot. The interruption gave Renji a few minutes to breathe. Turning to Orihime, he could tell she was distracted again, excitedly telling them how tastier the curry would have been if she had been able to add ice cream on top ─oh well, sugar would have to do for now. Renji pushed down the bile which was threatening to come out from his mouth. Then, he looked towards Ichigo, who was back to normal. Renji sighed happily, and started eating with gusto. He could finally relax! Of course, that lasted but two seconds when he heard a very soft mewl, one he could have recognized anywhere. Lifting his head, his eyes found his wife, whose skin was now turning red. Also, Ichigo’s left hand was notoriously absent from the table. Oh fuck me!

Trying to ignore them, Renji dove right into his food. It was surprisingly good. He took a huge gulp of beer when the noise became particularly louder. Thankfully, Orihime remained none-the-wiser, thoroughly enjoying her curry. All conversation stopped too. It was all good, though. Renji didn’t want to talk or divert the awkwardness anymore. He was getting tired. As they ate, a sudden beeping sound distracted them from their activities. Orihime blinked and then she reached for her purse, from which she took her cellphone out. She tapped something, next another beep could be heard, and she tapped again.

“Who’s that, Orihime?” Rukia asked her. Both her hands were finally on the table.

“Ah, it’s just Yuzu-chan!” The other woman said happily. “She was asking me if it’s okay for the kids to have cookies for dessert. I told her it was, hope it’s alright with you, Rukia-san.”

“Yeah, it is. Ichika doesn’t get the chance to eat cookies often back home.”

“Great!” Orihime said, a little too quickly if you asked Renji, but she had always been a bit weird anyway.

They resumed their eating, although Rukia shuffled a bit in her seat. In the background, more beeping could be heard. Renji sighed. Well, it could be worse. He thought as he slurped his ramen. For instance, a year before they had all gone to the summer festival. It had been nice at first, until Renji got distracted buying Ichika takoyaki. When he turned around, he couldn’t even find his daughter. Looking around, she found her playing with Kazui and Ichigo’s dad. However, neither Rukia nor the other couple were anywhere. He walked around, trying to see if he could find them. Just before the fireworks started, Orihime arrived from behind a food stand, claiming she had gotten lost. Together, they walked to where Isshin and the kids were sitting. Around fifteen minutes later, Ichigo and Rukia appeared, clearly disheveled, saying they had been looking everywhere for them.

That wasn’t even the worst, though.

Just before Ichigo and Orihime had gotten married, the four of them had gone to this classy restaurant ─one that the captain would have certainly approved of and which was coincidentally Ishida-recommended. Orihime said she was going to be late, for she was taking care of something. So, that left him alone with his wife and friend. As they waited for their food, Renji went to take a very important call. When he came back, only Ichigo was sitting there, drinking from his glass of wine. “Rukia’s in the restroom.” He informed him. Renji nodded and attempted to talk with his friend, however Ichigo was completely distracted, answering with monosyllables. Renji enquired if he was nervous about the wedding, which got him a nod. As they waited for their girls, Renji briefly heard something which sounded like sucking. He raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything. Thinking he had had enough, he went to the restroom, thinking he’d find Rukia there. When he came back, Rukia was already at the table, her cheeks rosy. Before he could ask her what had happened, Orihime arrived, looking more radiant than ever.

And don’t even get Renji started on last week! A bunch of rookies had given him a hard time during training, Captain Kuchiki had made him redo all of his paperwork before Hisagi could recollect it, the Women Shinigami Association had made more money than them during their fundraising, as Nanao had constantly reminded them during the meeting they held, and Ichika had thrown a temper tantrum, questioning his authority as a father. The only thing he had wanted was to spend some quality time with his wife, but when he arrived at her office, he noticed that all of her paperwork was thrown around the room, and her robes were very much in disarrayed. Also, Ichigo was there, sitting rather innocently while drinking tea. Renji felt his eye twitching just by remembering it.

He finished his beer and ordered another, while the other three ordered ice cream. They started talking once again, sharing some of their woes of parenthood. Apparently, Kazui liked to sneak out of his house and wander around town. Ironically, Ichika had been disappearing from home too. Renji didn’t stop to think what that could mean, instead he focused on finishing his pint of beer.

“I’m going to the restroom.” He announced as he stood up. Renji narrowed his eyes at Ichigo. He sure hoped that he wouldn’t pull a stunt while Orihime was there.

They’re behaving better than normal. Renji thought as he did his business. Normally, by this point the two of them would have disappeared somewhere, and wouldn’t be back for a few hours. He didn’t know how Orihime hadn’t caught them yet. They weren’t careful at all. Maybe she was just oblivious, or trusted Ichigo way too much. Whatever. He thought. The date was almost over after all.

Just when he was about to exit the stall, he heard the telling sound of clothes shuffling and mouths slamming against each other. Next thing he knew, the stall right beside his own opened, the two people making out went in, and slammed the door shut. He waited for a few seconds, not knowing what to do. It was enough time for the people next to him to start undressing, or so he assumed by the soft thud of clothes hitting the floor. Moaning was quickly heard, and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. He felt sick.

I’m fucking pissed!

Renji could take a lot of bullshit. He could take the fact that his wife hadn’t really been in love with him when they got married. He could take the knowledge that their first few nights together were utter shit, and the rest never improved to the point that after Ichika was born, their sexual life was non-existent. He could take the fact that the first time he had seen Rukia truly glow was after one of Ichigo’s visits to Soul Society (she had limped for a week after that). He could take knowing that Ichigo had been late to his very own wedding because he had spent “quality time” with Rukia on the room he was supposedly getting ready at. He could take the fact that Rukia had been more excited to see Ichigo again than for her own promotion to captain, (and god did that showed when they went to Karakura). He could take having seen Ichigo kiss Rukia that one time in his house, when no one was paying attention. He could take going to restaurants with them knowing what they did under the table. He could take knowing Rukia regularly sneaked to Karakura just to see Ichigo. He could take finding his bed sheets a total mess after arriving home late, covered in a sticky substance he rather not name. He could take listening to things he really shouldn’t have as he passed by Ichigo’s former room at his parent’s house one day when he came to pick up Ichika and Rukia. He could take listening to them as he was watching TV on the other room. He could take Rukia kissing him while tasting like another man. He could take the two of them using their children as an excuse to see each other. He could take knowing Kazui’s and Ichika’s rooms had long since been defiled. He could take naming his own daughter after Ichigo when Rukia had suggested it. Fuck. Renji could take knowing that his wife and his best friend had been fucking around behind his back for years without seeming to end or get tired with each other. Worse, he could take the fact that they had been deeply in love all this time and their marriages were mistakes. The worst. He could take covering for them, least Orihime were to find she had been cheated on since way before she had even gotten married to Ichigo. But what he could have never been able to take, at all, was having the two of them fucking while he was inside the neighboring stall taking a dump! There was such things as decency and respect, thank you very much!

Fuming, he exited the restroom, uncaring if the other two had heard him or not. As he angrily stomped towards the booth, while muttering underneath his breath about backstabbing friends and cuckolding, he didn’t notice that the very own people he had been cursing were still sitting on the booth, talking rather amicably. As his eyes noticed them, he stopped dead on his tracks. Wait… What the actual fuck? How could this have been?! He had just left them behind, and there was no way in hell they would have gotten there before he did, taking into account they were in the middle of their gross lovemaking.

“Renji, are you okay?” Rukia asked after a few minutes of watching Renji gape at them.

“What… I mean… huh?” He said, ever so eloquently.

“Dude, are you having an aneurysm?” Ichigo asked, suddenly standing up.

“What?! No, no! I’m fine!” He said quickly. Just then, he realized there was one person missing. “Where’s Orihime?”

“She went to the restroom not long after you left too. I thought you might run into each other.” Ichigo answered, shrugging in indifference.

Okay. Now nothing made any sense! If Ichigo and Rukia had been here all this time, then who the fuck was having sex in the men’s restroom?! His mind then went blank. Orihime went to the restroom too. The woman mewling in the restroom had a very high pitched voice now that he thought about it, one that Rukia didn’t have. Orihime had also been texting a lot when they were eating.

Oh fuck!

As his mind was rebooting, Ichigo and Rukia started bickering again, this time the subject was whether or not Renji was feeling well. Rukia kept saying her husband was fine, while Ichigo said she had probably already tired him with her shit. That got him a kick in the sheen.

“Guys, look who I found on the entrance?” Orihime suddenly said. Renji turned to look at her. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips red and swollen, but she was smiling radiantly.

“Ishida.” Ichigo acknowledged the man next to his wife.

“What are you doing here?” Renji blurted out before he could stop himself. Rukia scolded him for being rude.

“I wanted to grab something to eat.” The man answered matter-of-factly.

“And I was telling Ishida-kun that he should try the curry.” Orihime said.

“That sounds nice. I think I will.” Ishida said and the woman next to him beamed at him.

Ishida talked to them for a few minutes, before he left to order his food. Orihime sat down next to Renji, still speaking about how nice it had been to run into Ishida, and how unjust it was that they hardly saw him anymore. Rukia agreed with her, while Ichigo simply nodded. Renji remained quiet. Not long after, they paid for their food and left the establishment. As they walked home, Ichigo and Rukia went ahead, bickering about one thing or another, before laughing and taking quietly amongst themselves. Renji walked behind them, Orihime next to him like before. However, this time she wasn’t talking, she merely looked ahead, a soft smile gracing her lips. That was all for the better, Renji thought. He wasn’t in the mood for talking. Once home, they talked with their kids about what they had done that day. Then, they quickly said their goodbyes, after all the following day was busy for all of the adults. Opening the senkaimon, Renji looked at his friends once more. Orihime waved at them. Ichigo said something to Rukia, which made her smile. Renji shook his head as Ichika whispered something into Kazui’s ear, she then trotted happily towards her dad. When they are all set, they disappeared into the gate.

The events of the day flashed into Renji’s eyes as he prepared himself to sleep. Ichika was already asleep, and Rukia was taking a shower. He frowned, then sighed. The following morning, he asked Ichika if she had enjoyed the cookies Yuzu had given her. The girl had frowned. Turns out, she and Kazui hadn’t eaten cookies but chocolate ice cream. Renji felt like laughing. In fact, he did, ignoring the way his daughter looked as if he had lost his mind. It was all good, though. There was a reason, after all, why Ishida seemed lost in what to order in a restaurant he had already eaten at. Orihime’s texting hadn’t gone unnoticed either.

Man, Captain Kuchiki was not gonna believe it!

#ichiruki #anti ichihime #ichiruki fanfiction #my fanfiction #enjoy the crack #I feel like I always make Renji suffer though I love him #you could read this as byaran if you want #I'm back on my bs #saltyness reloaded #salty squad #also dunno why the letters got changed #can't edit it for some odd reason

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the-firebird69 · 3 years ago

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Was setting up a perimeter here tonight we don't have any of this stupid yapping and yelling if idiots want to come in here to Yap and yell and snap and all sorts of crap we're going to get rid of them I don't want to have you around at all trying to rema Lord or any of your aliases you too BGA you're going to kicked out we don't need your help gosh you're whining little kids to us we're not your parents not your friends cohorts Coke conspirators they're not sending you any weaponry or ships or planes or jets we know how to do it and I tried making deals with you you people suck so bad you don't want to do anything so take your f****** dumb deals and jam them up your ass get out of town or else I'm going to do another year down to nothing and force you out so stupid and boy you annoying

Now here's her son's point we spend about an hour and a half today arguing at these idiots that they're idiots he asked me not to do it and I went ahead and did it and he can't help it his stuff is extremely caustic very very and it stops him for a few minutes sometimes it go away that's what he wants and we're going to handle the other side but then they latch on cuz they don't want to go off and do something stupid so sitting here getting rid of all their people in Florida and then another places cuz we got Intel and we kept cycling and cycling and cycling until right now when we're going to beat the s*** out of you people here I haven't heard this kind of whining and complaining from anyone ever no one says that to us I like the most insulin people on earth no I'm going to do is we're going to go to action now here in this area and we have about 450,000 people trying to get in with killing them right now I'm going to be very expedient no more fooling around the shattered them in the Gulf is emptying the South to shattered them are emptying and there's a huge huge War out there with foreigners to go to town on you they heard a point they're arresting our kid and putting him in a mental hospital Trump is going after poor peoples push to hell no he wants to be you keep killing him too he doesn't seem to care cuz he's stupid he gets dumber and dumber doesn't even know how to take care of a wound anymore the thing is not going to stick it's not dry cauterize it didn't bother cleaning it didn't check with the damages didn't take the bullet out it's probably a waste of time to say didn't see if there was a cut vein or you know you guys have amateur now and he's sitting there with the camera there saying look Chris I know what I'm doing I said what you're doing looks extremely stupid stick your finger in there miss it mistake number one Connor is it with alcohol doesn't necessarily cauterize it put a patch on it when it's all wet I mean the whole thing is wrong you're trying to fix a gut wound on camera it's sending a message that your tummer than s*** I can give you a gut one every time I want you to send that message to your people and the other side of it is you're saying give him a gut wound that he can't clean and and fix in public to take away his growth ability or rejuvenation and macs actually it like that and then you like this huge a****** in my face

Anyways that's what my son says again this huge casualty is on both sides the 400s are gone 500 is a rolling there's three out they're huge by the way they hear what we say is comparison of space fleets are not that big and Trump is rolling around with the ships so I'm not sure how he got here. It's an old gym and an old class and it's not a tower and it's not a ship ship it looks like a spaceship it looks like the bad guys on Star blazers he's got a bunch of those about 450,000 but that's it star lasers are supposed to be Mac which they are but we think that BGA steals a few and about a million and he flies off of them so it gets away with it and he fights Trump who ruined his life too he has a winner every minute of the day like around on the sidewalk on the street just sitting there looking at idiots drive by harassing him we'll see if she had Trump and VGA but BJ's doing cuz of trump what a loser good so 500,000 ships should fall to Star blazers pretty easily but no they won't have similar weapons and they're upgraded so it's going to be a war and is there about evenly mashed but others is going to be fighting too to destroy Trump he's got a few other fleets and a small too the commodity in about he has about 300 million ships still which is not big at all my comparison to Max fleet of 300 billion and foreigners of 400 billion roughly they lost a lot of ships today each 100 billion and yeah they live on earth these people that's a lot of people to die each ship or all the people on the ships of Max would equal 10 times the people that died in New England today pretty much the same for Europe maybe all of the East Coast huge problem they're fighting each other no I'm fighting forgieners.

The blockade is for me up again it's going to be huge about 10,500 so coming out and tomorrow they'll be 20 more and that's it for The fleets but the associated fleets are about a million each which isn't like a lot but they're pretty big most of them and they pack a punch and they have shields all of them do and they're all spaceships hey leave and they're going somewhere in particular and it would be Saturn's rings and they say that the blasters would ignite the rings and that's what they plan to do he says no it's more like the moon would be a threat the rings would be some sort of pyrotechnic show that's true and tonight then you do a lot more energy than that but the moon would go up and we heard that's what they plan to do is threaten the Moon they want to stand off at aiming at it staying warm so the foreigners are going to accept and it probably hit VGA too cuz we can do that too it's been going on for a while that particular threat and The fleets are in tightening off the still fighting it's a bloody mess and we've been in there for quite a while and it's still clearing after a few more days there won't be anything below ground it's not ours so worships will probably go there but this space was important it's important to happen we need to happen we have a lot of stuff it's postponed because of it and there's going to be a really big push for the empire to remove all the ships from the ground and there's going to be a whole bunch of Intel that we have to go after that might be in those shifts from sitting there scanning and supposedly went into every ship and got it but yeah he says leaks may have already left over the leaks might be both passive and already left so we're going to have it with them and we're doing it we know it's in jeopardy and we have to find out who they are if there is anything they saw or anything to see in the area. I still guess work until they confirm it so we got to get to work.

The fleet's on Earth that are buried is about 750,000 ships in each area and they're about a mile or less not real big but all together that's about 600 million chips it's a good size fleet it's not very big but it's big and all these fleets want to try and fight until they go retrieve the big huge ships that are sitting up there another planets and stuff and yeah the fleet went up there before Jupiter went behind the Sun and the fleet went up there before Saturday and Uranus for years so they don't seem to care. And Trump's been up there with a fleet and people couldn't get to him because of him and he's been shooting down everybody saying that he had a laser at some point they thought he had it they panicked and everybody went up there her building it

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I'm going to have to put a monitor on Trump that's much better than what's on there this my stuff is aggravating as hell we need to stop him and gather his people too but we need to stop using him to do stuff like that he's too dangerous and his people are too dangerous to our son and others he isn't for other things then we don't want him here most people we have to meet about it and discuss what to do.

It's true too West Palm is a mess Jenna is going to issue a statement because she has too many comments and questions. Interstatement she's going to say she issued a full formal witness statement to certain law enforcement agency that's really not mentioned it's like the Pan Pacific rim or something no it's not the galactic Senate Trump runs that and she told them what was going on and about Jesus Christ and Joel Watts in West Palm and Mar-A-Lago cedar lake is even saying it so Carol had a hard time after she's depressed she's in trouble all sudden hear this voice you got to protect Carol some mac and Mike too and she's here and Jenna is not. Tons of impetus from Trump AKA Terry she was blaming all day long should have killed him should have done something and it was on tape by the police and Ken sent it in as a cop and the cops have been on her ever since and then they found all sorts of stuff because of Jenna and Chris is trying to put his best foot forward generalizes that

Out there in Mar-A-Lago West Palm Beach are 300 million people it's a small number but there are more higher ups than you think and Trump's and they're fighting Small arms like Mexico City Jen I just shut up... Huge numbers you have Paris Hilton is AI is in Britain and it says a queen the Queen's the queen a happy day happy time have some changing pretty quick so she's mad but it's been said only a few times but everyone else and it's these assholes fighting each other over it and she can't tell cuz you can tell that they're fighting over it because they're going to be the circle of death she looks at their phones over the past month and started moving them around and it looks so weird cuz they're all hovering in one place but he's done studies like this I thought it was very cool cuz my son said this is interesting because what they're doing could be patterns and we slowed it down and it looked like a DNA chain so staying around computer programmers to find us so he looked at it we find a whole bunch of people sitting around smoking and drinking and on computers we have to tons of them we got a lot of people it's a huge program

I hate to say it but it's either some kind of disease or they're saying DNA is encircling the female programmers meeting us so doing it on purpose and she started laughing instead all the time you dicks well so I can distraction and they're trying to get it and they're trying to have people out there get in trouble and find us but yes kind of weird it's none of those weird things I'm just it's another thing it's like a wreath so we figure out something it looks like a wreath but with DNA so I figured out something else talking about putting their brains inside other people and we went to hell and started going after him that's what one so strange but it looks like it's very weird it looks like people meeting going away and then some people start moving then they start moving again and they meet and they go away so they brought people in for questioning and said we're wasting your time spinning around these damn things? So the question of your toes cuz they said we don't have enough dog space in here and it started yelling and so we won't say anything I said you're not anyways I'll see you start laughing you don't have very much faces I said we downloaded it you think you're making a circle around your friend to see stuff and your demanding it my friend we're like her he thought they found so good after you for the insult and the reference I was taking care of business and also said no no it's true

450 million people now soon if you threw the roof in Miami area the population tonight from today to tonight increased from two trillion to four trillion that's pretty big I've been singing some big numbers around but people are asking the numbers still each area only has several septillion about 5 to 10 and really we're measuring things in trillions then they insisted we speak about differently and tons and tons of people started coming in because they thought it was it so it helps out at Colorado so 5 trillion an hour for real and that's a lot of people our son says that's just a ton a billion is just ridiculous amount of people and Philip Rhode Island halfway half of around mouth is vinegar will be overrun with 10 million people each this place here this the county of Charlotte county was only about 10 million people shoulder to shoulder so a billion is just a ton of people it wouldn't fit here everyone keeps saying all this huge dumb numbers well having us say it.

Now there's a lot of people prepping to go there this place is going to be a madhouse too you people going to pay for your stupid comments to us and your stupid threats and your dumb treatment of him and us he going to pay you are going to pay and pay and pay. The population increase in Miami does gigantic it's twice what it was now it's going to be way up to about 6 trillion I really that's a lot of people New York City and surrounding areas bunkers included holds five trillion people you can calculate the bunkers are gigantic is about 10 or 20 50 miles each one of those holes about 500 million people that's a lot of people have some calculated New York could hold about a billion people maximum and that's about right it's not really that big but there's a ton of buildings that are about 10 stories so it's about a hundred square miles about times 10 roughly and so that's about 1000 square miles they have a bunker 50 ft 50 mi deep each left is about 10 MI that's only 10 left and it's 50x50 which is $2,500 square miles each lift has about a 10 square blocks each block 10m ppl. 100,000,000 per lift 5 lifts of workers some six

Who's tags tons of weapons huge armament arms and missiles and cannons and bullets and you name it so these things are real weapons complex is mostly and storage and clothing all about the same number of people and New York City holds in the surrounding just a city area about 10 billion people which is 20 50 mi bunkers. But if you have a city area like New York city that has 20 50 mile markers and that's 500 million yeah times 20 that's 10 billion so that's 20 billion but that's New York City now I have to add the area which has about 850 mi bunkers so really that's 400 billion people and plus the area above has about the same it's really it's only a trillion people these numbers are way wrong it looks like just unbelievable numbers of people but the million Man March filled up like the whole downtown area of DC levels part of it you look everywhere that's just people so just imagine that DC and and the surrounding area out to the outskirts has only trillion people when I said was over there at Mar-A-Lago was 300 million people that's a shitload of people when a sunset that's that's so many people that you wouldn't it's no longer in Mar-A-Lago it's all the way down to like half Miami and all the way up to to pierce and I suddenly see something you sort of remember where but you're right and that's what's going on the whole area is full of people they can't fit a billion people over there maybe over here literally a billion people would stretch like several hundred miles each way and it almost be here you just stop screwing all the numbers you retarded idiots he just stupid is stupid and so many people is ridiculous

Colorado and Utah are completely embroiled yes Jesus Christ is surrounded on the shore of those boats everywhere it's probably 5 billion boats Trump's clan is being chopped down to nothing everyone wants a piece of them and calling their personal Jesus

It's just about as huge as a guess but no Colorado and Utah have had about 400 billion guests today all dead and that's what we're saying about quadrillion and so on that's a ton of people that's half of New York out to the outskirts below and above no that's that's all of New York to the outskirts top side

That's a ton of death that means if New York left and they go down there to be gone huge desk in New York and DC about 200 billion literally it's a war in that sea is more and in space was more than all of it combined like I said it was like 10 times New England and that's probably a 10 trillion and at the blockade it was football trillion there's a giant number of people dying all over Earth and from this war about 600 million moloch died in the United States and that's not too bad but that's aside from New England and the hot areas New England about 7 trillion of the 10 we're more lock and the hot areas they're about and that's globally they're about 10 billion I'm sorry 10 trillion total and six trillion were more lock it's a huge huge tragedy and the blockade they were when I say 7 trillion roughly three trillions roughly or more like.

Globally about 20 trillion people died today that's a huge number huge

We expect more tomorrow when the blockade is back up foreigners are going to go berserk attack the crap out of it this would be a huge space battle after gigantic and bja is going to engage Trump with a portion of the fleet and actually it's stolen but Max doesn't going up there that's fine to find him he's going up there to interceptive against the Moon

Foreigners have Star blazers too both versions and that's what you see in Star wars after the idiots lose all their fleets they're going down fast and the story with the destiny 2 more is coming up and it's coming up pretty quick but it's after the Galactus blaster saga which is after and other space movies associated with it and find them and so forth all of which happened because of trump kicks it all off with natural Born Killers and James Bond if you do a kill and Godzilla's out but it's a real Godzilla and she's been out for quite a while rampaging there's a huge number of people that want to see the Japanese version and I guess they rampage in Boston after a Time probably after they all leave the AI people and we're going to have to secure the place I guess you said the AI people supposedly secure it and they do to agree so that's what they're looking for too to move our son up there it's going to work and that's why it's been requesting it huge epiteth now on us.

The stones in the front yard got global attention today there are a ton of people checking on the math checking on Mac was doing checking the court and see who the judge was they found macular sniveling and saying it's just seeing what's going on he says there's too many people and some people keep having me type this people keep inquiring and it's a stupid thing to do are you forced to because that's great I guess so so he's angry but this tons of people messing with them way too many so all of a sudden we said this there's a huge number of people trying to interrupt us and we can't stand it we need help all day long too much blithering

And the stones will have to be out soon the judges called a date for the reading and the reading is to be done in court so Mac actually likes that cuz he thinks he'll get our son in court but he's in the courthouse three times or something it didn't matter it's right across the street from it doing laundry and we know how to handle it so it's a little ridiculous but that's where it goes and this channel in the Gulf needs to be gone our son says probably the two in the golf and the two South Atlantic the sort of agree with that but they don't necessarily have to be and there's a whole pathway over there question but here's another court date or it's really a Court Reading date there's no longer you tell it takes to what they usually do or if they're busy here and it seems to be kind of dependent on what the schedule and it looks like it ebbs and flows based on court case you see and hearing took forever in a criminal matter which is not good but this is a private civil matter in Utah and the wheel isn't that long it's three pages and it says only read here and that's like one and a half ages it takes really about 10 minutes and he gets copy and they highlight his area and really it's it's a decent amount of money to him it's not much to anybody else but you people are massively ridiculous can't believe that you have a bunch of money no it looks like you're poor so poor people come in and actually they do beat you up you have no front or defense or nothing. Now there's a problem here cuz you're daft and don't know anything my son doesn't want to explain it to you he doesn't care I don't care either I said we can get beat up but really it's not a huge amount of money and you're going to try and dig it all the time even if he tries to get it you keep doing it now I can see your idio like half dead or something else after 10 minutes they hand you a copy and they tell you how it's going to be distributed and where and when and usually it's like the same day it's like some lawyer's office so we go over there to the lawyer's office and it'll be a new lawyer I'll be back again and he distributes funds in form of checks and he distributes some cash and we'll have the things for him to carry stuff in like the checks and the cash bills in a nice chest thing usually has to look at the airport and scan it then you put it back on he might have to wait a t-shirt and like it naked routine in the Airport. Is it was a real thing they mess around with animals all time even he does cuz it's there staring at her she comes up so what's your problem the animals like afraid even though it's me he just stands there maybe he's cute and she likes it so it's fun. It's not an awful used to so they can checks and they give money and they give them like deeds and stick it on this belt this vest thing you get one of the waterproof and we have to do that because in sweat so much and get him a coated and try to take the money and the ambulance in the hospital again there's an assholes like this f****** idiot it's all very tired it's awesome

Bill is he remembered something he asked where my money is at the hospital and they said we don't know they said the cop took it where is it I said we think the cop kept it.

She didn't say anything give the evil eye and he thought you knew so he calls the cops up and tells him to go to hell no he called the cop and he said he's going to keep my money and she said that you have it he came down in person and said let's see it I said you better give it back to him said a****** didn't give me the money back and smack sand one the same one of the crappy lumber and I put it in and it was crappy so he looks like this everyone's having a huge problem with it's pretty big and they're very stupid and he works with the bigger stupid guy what are you doing slowly started moving so you get a momentum so he started it up and all stuff got ruined cuz he forgot

So when you get home you have my card and put me in the phone and your memorize the name put it on the email so he likes to do this email to myself then take a picture of the card and email it to myself type it it's a good size I need to call anyways make sure you get home the cover is on Trump so Trump's going to try and go out there he has this money thing in Cheyenne and is trying to use this cover they say for that it's just ridiculous and uncovers what he's doing

And he's going to have a bunch of cash the rest is in annuities and like a monthly payout of $700 and it's not much money $700 won't have a living high in the hog might be able to buy some kind of scooter please not a hard knock but then again we can handle the volume it means a lot more but you know it has to come to a certain time and we'll check it out it's kind of dangerous he says you can remember that a****** used to loom behind me and man with a dick I can't believe that is considered to be a human such an a******. He's going to go out there and try and mess around the whole time and Ellie will and John killing the hospital right you f*** yourself to the hospital yeah you're stupid but okay it's like 200 Grand plus three houses $50,000 in annuities $700 a month for a year and a half I think or two years which is not much money 20 grand he says it's good it helps and $50,000 in cash. And yes you can call me about the 7,000 in the hospital and she already went out and got and he doesn't know if anybody found the 2000 or who found it so it's not like you can call up and say can you get that for me it's true too and it's not much money and then so $250,000 300,000 + 3 houses and the houses are in three different places remote from each one is in California excuse me and it was near his old house outside of the desert to the West is a good East is crap the West is the best it's a big house sort of near where Julian's parents were it's about 3 mi away that's why it was there it's kind of huge it's like 4,000 square feet this is wow up there the house is worth money her house like 600-700 not the one in Whittier yeah sounds like 1.4 2 million now the market is up so we can send you an assessment and I know you're high this might as well might sit in the market for a month and you have to pay the utilities and stuff. The other one is in New England and that one is close to the shore in Connecticut he says oh boy says some houses are square feet or with like 3 million dollars that's true and it's kind of in an area like that but it's 4,500 ft and it's worth about 3 million but you're right it might be worth a lot more now in the fourth house is in Florida it's small about 2,000 ft and it's across the state and it's around fort Pierce. But that house is worth about $4 million as you can see the ocean the sun says I'm into monster movies but....

So really he died of total of possibly run almost done million dollars and the annuities might be worth keeping in there he says to me and I agree they have some form of savings and it is in a decent stock market you can check it and you can take Ken out to dinner really won't be smart would be to buy a house and rent out a room or something to him it's not a bad idea this is lousy and house like moms we have like a master suite and everything's on the other side of the building is nice and Ken is real quiet and stuff won't get mad unless a lot it's true too it'll be nice. So I know you're kind of interested in it and it seems crazy and surreal cuz you've been really poor your whole life but $10,000 he says it's like 10 million and not up and over it or they start knocking it out and all of a sudden I got the message we got it figured out but you're right and right away but it's my life he says I'm right here living it and they do it all the time and the others intend to do it and it's so stupid number 10,000 10,000 Maniacs 10,000 of what is it Battle of Antietam or something suddenly I figured out something something is 10,000 pounds the tree weighed more than that so we're starting to see what you're saying the tree may have waited about that and it was afterwards you started working oh yeah after you mess so we got to check out he knows how much it weighs we do understand why and how actually went over there with a backhoe and a big thing for tuna and he keeps talking about Big tuna this is so much people can live 10,000 pounds yeah calm the f*** down he says oh yeah your fat ass wife can lift that much lifted off kids of hers she looking and said what am I thinking I think that you are thinking what Jill wants once you think and bja he knows it too I said that's a lot of weight but it's not super human it's it's very strong human and more like Batman if I lifted something twice then that would be something but it felt heavy as hell I thought it was a piece of like a rock you put it down in your looking at it like what is this it waits so much I feel like concrete I'll send it I wonder what that was it was cold very cold and when I touch my hand to it it got colder and colder and my hands started to hurt and I couldn't feel it when I was lifting it so you got really curious he tried to go back and he couldn' it's raising curiosity

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Jackson- I raised my glass in toast to my brother. The speech, while heartfelt, was slurred a bit because of how drunk I was. Really, I could hold my liquor, but it was starting to show. "Happy birthday!" Big cheesy smile, I raised my glass to him and then took the drink.

Bianca- I had been wrestling with crashing the party, but Tony and I wanted to start our family and I couldn't do it until he made up with his first born. I created his party in hopes that he wanted to reconcile. Is shown up just as someone finished giving a toast to him and everyone echoed the happy birthday, so I joined in as well.

Abby : I was running behind, mostly because of my late shift. But I didn't want to miss Dante's birthday. So, after a quick shower and change into my black mini dress I made it over to Dante's place. As I came inside, I heard a chorus of cheers, gave one of my own and looked around for the birthday boy.

Dante : I grinned, tapping my brother's back. "Thank you, big brother!" I downed another shot, stopping dead when I saw a girl moving toward me. I knew exactly who she was. What I didn't know was why she was here. Why would his wife be here? And Jesus, pictures didn't do her justice.

Jackson- Big toothy grin and all, I turned to give my brother a hug, but stopped when I saw her. Abigail. My Abigail. As beautiful as ever. God, it'd been so long since I'd seen her, but she can't changed a bit. Wrong. She was even more beautiful than ever is that was even possible. She took my breath away, even more than before. "Excuse me," I said to my brother as I headed toward her.

Bianca- About to head over to him, I noticed A, my best friend and surrogate sister. I'd see Tony's son after his friends were done with him. "A! What are you doing here?" We saw each other as often as our jobs allowed, but I didn't know she knew Tony's son.

Abigail : I heard my name and turned, smiling brightly, hugging B. "Hi!" When she asked me why I was here, I suddenly wondered why she was as well. "Dante's a friend.. you know Dante?" I felt him before I saw him. It was like a magnet. My eyes drifted away from Bianca, landing on Jackson and I found my world around me shaking. He was still the most handsome man in the room - hell, on planet Earth. My heart felt like the part that died years ago was suddenly alive and thumping in my throat.

Dante : I nodded slightly at my brother, still lost in my father's wife. I went to step toward her but stopped when Kevin started saying his hello's. Why was she here? And now she was talking to Abigail? I was so confused.

Jackson- Our eyes met and my heart lept in my chest. Or stopped. I wasn't sure which. My feet kept moving until we were standing right in front of each other. Without a single thought, all I could do was reach out, wrap my arm around her waist, and pull her in for a passionate kiss.

Bianca- I was about to admit that Antonino was Dante's father when she zoned out on me. I was nearly floored when the man who'd given the toast was kissing her as though she was his oxygen and he needed her to breathe. I knew that she would have told me if she was seeing someone, so I stood there in shock.

Abby : I barely had time to think, let alone truly react, before our lips were meeting. In that moment it was like the first kiss. Under the bleachers, it had rained. The air was damp. The sky was freshly blue. The rain having parted. I remembered the smell. The feel. And the taste. God, the taste. It was the same. Even with the years passing and the alcohol on his breath. I felt reality crashing in when the song changed from a soft one to some rap. I pulled back, staring at him, before shoving him back.

Dante : My eyes widened as Jackson kissed Abigail. "What the fuck." I moved around Kevin, cutting him off from whatever story he was telling that I hadn't heard. "What the hell, dude.." I said, laughing. "I was just gonna introduce you guys.. lips to your self!" Hell, how did they know each other? "And what the hell are you doing here?" I directed at Bianca. Because it was too much to ignore and well she was right there.

Jackson- It all happened so fast. One moment we were kissing and all was right with the world for once in so many years, and then she was pushing me away and Dante was at my side. I felt slightly dizzy. "No introduction necessary, little brother. Abigail is my soulmate, my one and only, the only woman I've ever and will ever love." God bless the alcohol coursing through me right now and allowing me to say those words and not keep my yap shut.

Bianca- "What am I--" I was about to repeat Dante's question and answer him, sorta, but his... brother(?)'s words kinda outweighed my reply. "What is he talking about?" I could smell the alcohol all over him, but A wasn't denying anything he'd just said. What I came for could wait.

Abigail : I rolled my eyes. He always did love sweet talking. He thought it fixed everything. I however knew fancy words didn't hold back reality and in fact judging from the gun strapped to his hip he was following right in his Pops foot steps. He was in the mob.

Jesus was Dante in it too? Is that why he carried around guns and had people always following him around? Why he'd been stabbed the first night we met?

Jesus God was having a laugh right now. "We dated in high school. It wasnt all that crazy." But god.. I had missed his smile.

Dante : "Wait.. What?" All of this was confusing as hell. Abby knew Bianca. Bianca was here? Jackson just called Abby his soulmate? She was his baby he seemed to blab about on drunk nights? What the fuck?!

Jackson- Big toothy grin and all, I leaned closer to her. "Still crazy in love with you, baby." Licking my lips, I leaned even closer still. "God. You look good. Taste so good too! God, I've missed you. Haven't I, brother? Tell her how much I've missed her!"

Bianca- Well, this night wasn't going as planned. Crossing my arms over my breasts, I inhaled deeply. I was intruding, and even though I knew I had been when I showed up, I really felt out now, but I felt even more so that A needed me.

Abigail: "And on that note.. Wanna go, B?" I couldn't do this. I couldn't sit here and listen to this. Our lives were decided long before we met. We lived two different lives. I wasnt made for his world.

Dante : "Hes right.. He spoke about his girl all the time.. I never knew she was you, Abby.. Did you bring her?" I asked pointing at Bianca. "You're married.. To my.." I couldnt even get out the word father. Jesus he was married to someone like her.

Jackson- "No! You can't go! You just got here!" I felt as though she was slipping away. How could she walk away when she'd just walked back into my life? Reaching out, I took her hand. "Please stay! I can't bear to lose you again."

Bianca- I nodded, ready to leave with her. His words struck me, freezing me where I stood. He knew me. Of course he knew me. His father was a senator. We were always in the public eye together. "We should go," I said, even as I remained.

Abigail : I heard Dante and looked back to Jackson when I felt his touch. "Nothing has changed since high school, right?" He knew what that meant for us.. For me.

Dante: I gently grabbed Bianca arm. "Let's give them space.." I didn't let her stop me. I pulled her down a hall toward my stairs to the upstairs. I stopped, the hall was clear. "Why are you here?" I didnt like how this felt like a set up.

Jackson- I barely noticed Dante left and took Abigail's friend with him. It didn't matter. All that mattered was Abigail. "Baby..." I sighed heavily. "Come outside with me. I think we both need air," I said with a hopeful smile.

Bianca- Sighing, I boy my bottom lip slightly. "I came to talk to you. For your father, actually, even if he has no idea I'm here. I realize now that I shouldn't have chosen tonight to do this, but I'm here now, I guess... And you know who I am..."

#A #Dante #Jackson

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mothernatureknows · 7 years ago

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theoreticalguardianangel:

“Wh—For real?” Barry watches disappointedly at the unnecessary waste of beverage but waste almost no time in snatching up another from a nearby’s waitress’ tray without even being seen, leaving on its place a 10 dollar bill to make up for it. “This…” He holds up his recently acquired beer and immediately holds it away from his reach, afraid she might go ahead and repeat the process. “—doesn’t do anything to me,” he insists, wondering which part of that sentence he has repeated over and over is the one she is having trouble comprehending, pausing his explanation to take a sip. “I have an extram—extrem—extremely high metabolism,” he manages at last. “so the alcohol works through my system real fast because I’m the Fla—where d’he go?” He turned like he has been doing all night each time he blurts out his secret identity, only to discover this time that the people cheering on what they hopefully thought were the non-sensical rambles of a heavily drunk loser are gone. “He got an Oscar,” he reminds her with a satisfied smile, bobbing his head as if in approval to Leonardo DiCaprio’s long-deserved success. His smile widens into a smug grin as she doubts he was actually fast enough to perform such a motion without it being visible to the naked eye. “Did I?” he retorts amusedly, holding up his hands and weakly wiggling his fingers, like a drunken magician at the end of an act. “You know what, I need some more chicken wings,” he decides, lazily rubbing his chest. “And fries, I’m gonna get… just—don’t throw those away too, okay? I really love chicken wings,” he warns as he points her way, eyes already getting watery at the possibility of such an ATROCIOUS act being performed.

“What the—no, give that to me!” she commands, reaching out to grab the new beer bottle in Barry’s once unoccupied hand. Even with his extremely “high” metabolism, he was still acting like a complete, fucking idiot, and she wasn’t about to let him drink himself to full, shit-faced mode. Try as she might, he somehow keeps the drink out of her reach, her hand coming up short of the bottle. Releasing a frustrated sigh, Luna waits until he’s distracted—which is right when he looks around for the guys who were cheering him on—and quickly extends her hand over, just enough to tap the bottle once and discreetly FREEZE the bottle to Barry’s hand. “I told you to give it to me,” she says, her tone resembling that of a mother scolding her child. “Keep yapping about the Flash, and I’ll freeze more than just the bottle.” She doesn’t totally mean it—she was already risking exposing herself and him with this one, small burst of power—BUT, if it’s enough to stop him from blacking out, so be it. She lets out a snort when he waggles his fingers at her, revealing one of her, all-too-rare half smiles. “You’re such a fucking moron.” Despite her strong use of language, her tone is endearing, just another sign of how comfortable she’s grown around Barry. It's definitely progress from how they were almost two years ago, where she almost threatened to kill him several times, but she still has some way to go. “Haven’t you had enough?” She motions to the visible chicken wing sauce on his shirt and the few spots he missed on his face. “I think you’ve had enough, for tonight.”

#theoreticalguardianangel #c:Luna;;#{ v; Snow Flurries. }#{ omg gurl it's literally almost been two years since we first rped :')))) }

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satancallsmebabysofuckoff-blog · 6 years ago

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old money 💸

* Ok, so this is my first…article? I don’t know… here hopefully I will write all my thoughts and stuff. Idk. *

So I recently noticed that older guys have a thing for me, not that I wouldn’t have for them *haha*, but you know it’s weird. Due to the fact that I noticed this thing they have for me, I felt like I have to come up with an explanation that would make me understand why is this happening. So I came up with this. But, first, let me tell you what determined me to actually write and think of this.

Since I was little, my parents took me to parties with their friends and it was actually pretty cool and I grew up being ok with older people * all the characters are inspired from real life and they have a nickname that I gave them * hanging around me, drinking, smoking and everything. Of course as years pasted, some of them “left” our group while others came along. And surprise, surprise, when I was 17, some younger dude appeared. What can I say, he was fine. At first, I didn’t quite liked him because he used to listen to music very loud and he disturbed my silence, but then I found out that he was quite charismatic and fun, so yeah.

Holiday season came and my parents and I went with our friends in Bulgaria and of course he drove us there. At that time, he was married to this girl who we’re gonna call “M”. And even more, they were having 2 kids, a boy and a girl, who of course didn’t came with us. And everything was fine, I liked that he was fun and everything, he would play music loud as we rolled down the road, he would dance while he was driving, he was really fun and charismatic. He was like a fresh breath of air in our group which was a little “tired” and “bored”. At first, nothing seemed inappropriate, I mean he was acting just like the others did, he was friendly and he was joking around. Until…

The first thing I noticed about him, was the fact that he wasn’t as close to his wife as the rest of the men of the group were. Like they didn’t show any kind of affection, they didn’t even talked to each other that much. He was always with the boys, having fun and she was with the girls but as I recall she wasn’t having that much fun. I don’t know, I just felt like it was something odd about them as a family. The second thing that became obvious to me, was his way of being when he was around me. After a couple of hours, he became being close to me, like he was always around me, making jokes, laughing and even making fun of me, not in a way that would upset me. And because he was so charismatic, I * One thing that was quite odd or I don’t know maybe it wasn’t but it seemed odd to me, was this next scene. * kinda went with it and go on with this… Let’s call it a “little flirt”. We were at a hotel and we had all-inclusive type of thing. And it was afternoon, I guess and we were at a snack bar thing because we were hungry. There were a lot of people and because I am a little shy and idk, I stayed in line like a normal person, while a couple of bastards cut the line. When it was my time to order, I ordered a pizza and… I stayed there for like a half an hour and suddenly he came next to me because, obviously, he cared about me so much and he even tried to hurry those guys who were making me pizza. After he saw that it was taking too long he ordered some fired chicken and fries. At first I thought that they were just for him and I stood there next to him, waiting patiently for my pizza. He looked down at me *cause, of course, he was taller than me*, he smiled and told me to eat. We had no forks, no nothing. For me it was weird to eat by hand so I told him: “No, thanks. I’ll wait for my pizza.” Before I could end my sentence, he fed me a fry and I was like… um… ok, fine. And we stood there and ate, standing, cause there were no tables or chairs available, just the two of us. Meanwhile, my parents and our friends were sitting by the pool drinking and not worrying what their daughter might do.

After we ate, he stood there until my pizza was ready and he even stood there while I ate. Then he order me some waffles *I didn’t even asked for them, but he went and straight out ordered them*, he turned his head to me and with a big smile on his face asked me what kind of syrup I want. I gave him a surprised look cause I wasn’t expecting that and *because I am dumb too* I smiled back at him and asked him what kind of syrups there were. He listed me all the flavors and I picked chocolate and strawberry. *I forgot to mention that before I received my pizza, he found us a table so we could eat in peace* We ate our waffles and then we returned to my parents and our friends, as he remained at the table with them, I went in my room in order to meditate or idk some thing like that, I just felt and thought he was kinda too friendly, even flirty. But in the end, I convinced myself that maybe it was just my mind who was playing a prank on me. The rest of the holiday, he kinda continued with this “too friendly” approach, but, of course, no one noticed, besides me. This was one of the main reasons that I thought it was just my mind, like I was young, beautiful *cough, cough*, maybe a * that’s the nickname me and my friend gave him cause he is 16 years older than me* little naïve * personally I don’t consider myself a naïve person, but in those circumstances… I don’t know, I guess I just tried to convince myself that it wasn’t as it seemed* After the holiday was over, he drove us home and he hugged me tight and kissed me on the cheek.

Not long after the holiday ended, my godmother told us that he ran away from home, leaving his wife and kids. Now, to be completely honest, I wasn’t surprised that he actually did that cause somehow I was expecting it, even if I knew him for a couple of months. My godmother told us some insides from their relationship and that M was kinda strict with him and she always wanted to know what was going on and she kinda wanted to have full control over him and obviously he didn’t liked that.

After almost a year, we found out that he had a girlfriend who surprise, surprise was pregnant. Honestly I couldn’t wait to meet her and see who was this girl. Fortunately, both me and one of my best friends got to met her at the same time. Of course, she knew all the back story, so she was watching his behavior. And with her help, we could find out if though all this time my mind played a prank on me. We took the train to the sea and he had to come and pick us up. *we weren’t alone, my godmother was with us*. 16 came with my godfather to pick us up. We went for a little shopping and he asked us if we want something like cigarettes or alcohol, we started to laugh cause, of course, we wanted some. As we were driving *playing music really loud* I made a sound and he turned the music down, looked at me thought the mirror and asked me: “Kitty, is that you that made that sound?” and I was like “Yuuup”. We get to the hotel, everything was fine and then after we settled in our room, we went to the beach. There… we found her… She was pretty cute, she seemed nice, idk, she was ok… I don’t recall if anything memorable happened that day, probably not. The next day we went to Mamaia and this is where it gets weird…

We were looking for a restaurant and me, my friend and some of our friends were following 16 and his girl. At one point we lost some of us and we had to stop in order to wait for them. We were staying in a circle and I was standing face to face with him. When I randomly looked at him and I saw that he was staring in a flirty way at me and I just could not understand what was going on and I kinda entered a trance and everything around me seemed to disappear. It was just him. I can’t even tell the way he was looking at me cause I was so caught in this so called trance. I only realized that what we were doing was wrong when I saw my friend’s reaction who was astonished. I turned to her and asked: “Did you see that?” Her: “Yap”.

Obviously, his girl noticed that too and she hated both of us since then. I personally think that he took “my staring” as a positive response to his flirt. I mean, I can’t say that I would say no to a make out session with him, but that would be it. I don’t know, but let’s go on. After that, he started to hang out next to us or stare at me and my friend caught him a couple of times. Also that night, some friend of ours wanted to go to a club and of course, 16’s girl she wanted to go too. Me, my friend and the other 2 kids didn’t want to go and as I said that I don’t want to go, he became sad and even tried to convince the others that we should go home. Unfortunately for him, they stayed there as we headed home. When we left, my mom told us help him carry our stuff to the care. He looked at us and smiled and asked us what we were doing there, I told him what was going on than he started laughing. As he was driving, he couldn’t help to ask me and my friend why didn’t we came in the club the other night. I explained to him that clubbing isn’t our kind of fun and as you can probably tell he asked us what are we doing in order to have fun. We quickly responded that there is a pub in our town called Irish where we love to hang out. He became more interested in this place and he asked where was it, what was going in there and I was even that dumb enough to ask him if he would like the join us one night, so we can show him, our kind of fun. Before he could even say yes, my godmother, who was in the car with us, change the subject. I don’t know how but he started to talk about us again, telling my godmother that we were such good girls and that we did no harm, we didn’t disturbed anyone and then I said: “Eh” and he looked at me thought the mirror and said: “Știi tu, mâță blândă, zgârie rău”, and for me and my friend that was a sign that he knew who I was and how I was *I mean, he could probably tell from my response to his flirting* He dropped us at the railway station, he hugged us tight and kissed us on the cheek. Fortunately or Unfortunately, I don’t really know which one I should pick, we got to meet more and more due to parties or barbeques. I was even invited to his birthday, where he was kinda flirty when his girl was not around. Then he invited all of our friends to a barbeque at his girlfriend house. When we arrived there, she kissed and hugged everyone, except me. I was standing next to the barbeque with my parents and all our friends gathered around. We were talking about my future leaving to college when suddenly one of our friends told my dad as a joke that if he paid him a certain amount of money, he would come and babysit me *I repeat, it was all a joke* When all of the sudden, 16 decided to enter the conversation which he listened to very carefully. He looked at me, smiled, he looked at my dad, smiling and said: “You can pay me *insert amount of money* and I will babysit her. *he turns to me says* I mean, wouldn’t you like me to stay with you? Instead of this old fool?” Of course everyone started to laugh but by the way he was looking and smiling at me… We both knew that wasn’t quite a joke but we had to laugh so we wouldn’t make it awkward.

After that, we were both going to my godmother’s birthday. And because I like teasing him and I pretty much know he has a thing for me, I wore a leather skirt and what I could say…I looked bomb. One time I even caught him staring in a lickerish way at me and I felt proud… and a little bit disgusted. After that, he once came to take my phone, while a was texting my friend about him *I almost crapped my pants* Not much longer I noticed that he was hanging around and he asked me what I was going to do if I had no internet, that I would be lost. At that moment, I pinched him and we both smiled.

After this adventures of mine, I felt the need to explain myself some things, like why do men do this and I came up with a logic explanation *I think*

At the age of 30, you are still pretty young and I assume you still want to party, to have fun, but if you have a wife and you make kids well you can kiss goodbye all the fun and parties and pretty much everything. If until then you had an adventurous wife who loves to go on random trips, to go to the club, go out, have fun, from the moment you have kids, this woman that you used to know, disappears. She has other things to take care. The kids take your place and their needs come first and it’s normal. But you still want some reckless woman, some young, beautiful girl to spend your nights, going out or even staying in and watch a movie. You want to be just the 2 of you again so you can have each other attention fully. And when you see such beauty in young girls that pay interest in you, how could you say no? To this little flirt.

Now, probably, some of you might wonder, why I won’t tell my parents or how could no one noticed? Well, I guess for them is not that obvious or they just thing is a joke. And probably if I tell them, they will act like I’m crazy or something and they would not believe it. They will probably say that I’m just a kid and that I don’t understand, that he has a wife and kids and they would be mad that I even thought of that. But in real life, that is exactly what is going on. Now, if they weren’t friends, probably they would put to question his behavior but I guess that due to their friendship they can’t even think that such thing is possible.

Ok. This is all I have for now. Thanks.

~ A

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