#will graham's shitty bed

[multifandom--mess]

will sleeps on basically the equivalent of a sofa bed. look at how flat that shit is like no wonder he's irritated as fuck half the time bc he can't sleep worth a damn on that uncomfortable ass bed 😭😭

[cryonme]

𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐀𝐭 𝐔𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏

—graham dunne x fem!reader

—summary: the story of you and graham dunne was never simple, but his love for you never faltered.

— word count: 2.7k

—tw: addiction, implied drugging, alcohol, cursing, reader says she "doesn't wanna be here anymore", very obvious signs of mental illness, the works...

—a/n: so... I did not intend for this fic to be this long or this sad, but here we are. I'm breaking it into two parts so its easier to read, part two is coming shortly!! I apologize for how sad this is lol but I promise its a happy ending story! also, sorry for how I wrote daisy! she's my girl and I love her, it was just for the plot I swear! this is the first fic I've posted in about 6 months so im rusty, please be kind! and please, don't read if anything listed in the triggers is going to upset you, I want you all happy and comfortable! XO

(flashbacks in italics)

Nothing was ever Daisy’s fault, was it?

At least, that’s what Graham Dunne thought when he got a call from Karen saying his girl was wasted at a party with Daisy attached to your hip.

She should have known what you were struggling with, she should have known that you couldn’t handle a party, she should have known this wasn’t what you needed. Daisy Jones should’ve fucking known.

To be completely fair, they really all should’ve known. You’d been around since day 1. Everyone knew better, Daisy just happened to be the red corvette.

-

“You can’t keep doing this, my love.” Camilla whispered oh so gently, holding your hair back from your face, pressing a cold rag to your neck.

It was a small gig, at some shitty bar called Tony’s in Pittsburgh. The band always had a couple beers and maybe a shot or two before a show but you had begun to need more. You snuck vodka into your water bottles and begged the bartenders to sneak you a couple free extras by pulling your top down and leaning over the bar, using your forearms to push your tits up. 

It worked every time. Pigs.

“Can do whatever I want.” You slurred, cheek pressed to the toilet seat.

But damnit, you knew she was right.

Tony’s wasn’t the first time.

There was Rod’s, and The Ladie’s Room, and The Shiner Saloon, and some girl named Lisa’s 18th birthday party. It was becoming a pattern, everyone could tell.

You always went back to your house after a show. Your parents had been completely absent since you were 15, you never knew where they were. And after every show, their cars were never once in the driveway.

A safespace.

Billy would sit outside of the bathroom, head leaning against the door while Graham waited in the living room, arms crossed and head down, not wanting to listen to your cries and shakes of pain.

Eddie would retreat to the guest room, but he usually wouldn’t be able to fall asleep til he heard the click of your door next to his.

Warren would be passed out on the couch as soon as you all walked through the door, not that he didn’t care about you immensely, but the poor kid could just not stay awake if he was tired.

“I wanna go to bed.” You said.

Camilla sighed, “Are you sure you’re ready?”

You nodded and so did Camilla. She got up to get Billy like she always did, and he’d come and pick you up off of the bathroom floor, as he always did, and carry you to your room and lay you on the bed, letting Camilla make sure you’re comfortable, like she always did.

Graham would come in and ask how you’re doing, like he always did, and he’d make himself comfortable on your floor with throw pillows and spare blankets, like he always did.

But that night, after Tony’s, things changed.

“I can’t do this anymore, Graham.” You whimpered.

Fuck.

This was early days, Graham was still awkward as hell and didn’t know how to go about things like this.

“Do what?” He croaked, mustering up the courage to be there for you.

“This. I can’t live like this. I’m afraid I’m gonna kill myself.”

Graham was up in an instant, reaching for the doorknob. “Do you want me to get Camilla?”

You shook your head, “No, please. Just-” You wiped a tear from your cheek, “Will you just lay with me?”

“Anything.” Graham breathed as he settled into bed next to you. You immediately wrapped your arms around him, being too drunk to care about any awkwardness and Graham was thankful.

“We’ll get you out of this, promise.”

-

That was the last time anybody saw you drink anything besides a beer or two, following that was shirley temples and cherry cokes.

Nobody really knew the heaviness of addiction then, but they knew that you were happier, and that’s all that really mattered to them. You were even laughing at Warren’s jokes and Billy and Eddie’s lame bickering, everything felt okay.

“You don’t drink?” Karen had asked, the first time you properly met in California, while she was digging through the fridge searching for a beer. You shook your head, hoping you weren’t going to get some crazy reaction like you were a zoo animal in a cage like you got from most people.

She just nodded, a small smile playing at her lips as she pulled two coca cola bottles from the fridge, popping them open with her ring and handing you one.

“Cheers to that.”

You were sober enough to realize you were in love with Graham, and confident enough to tell him. And man, he could’ve exploded.

There was a celebration, at the house in Laurel Canyon, just the 7 of you.

Warren recalls later that Graham looked like he’d been dipped in sunshine and rainbows.

“Like he’d just smoked sunshine and been fucked by a rainbow. It was crazy, man.”

Well, almost.

You’d been around the band multiple times while they drank and it was never a problem. You’d have the first round of beers with them then tap out, but you always stayed and had fun, smoked a couple joints and cigarettes, never without a mocktail or coca cola in your hand. Sometimes, usually Karen or Camilla, someone would join you on the sober night, and that always felt really nice.

That night had felt different, you were scared.

-

“I’m gonna fuck him up Warren…” You said as you laid on the floor with the drummer as Down By The Seaside by Led Zeppelin played from the record player, Warren laughed.

“Yeah you are.” He said, his tone suggestive as he bumped his elbow with yours.

You rolled your eyes, fighting the heat creeping into your cheeks. “You know what I mean, man. I’m gonna ruin him.”

Warren had known you long enough and listened to enough of the songs you wrote to where he’d like to think he knew you pretty well.

And you never opened up out of the blue unless you were drunk.

“Have you been drinking?” He asked, not looking up from the ceiling. You scoffed.

“I still have a beer here and there, Warren.”

“You know what I mean, man.” He repeated your words back to you and you felt like you couldn’t breathe.

“I’m going to bed.” You said and stood up, trying your hardest not to stumble or slur.

“Honey…” Warren started, pushing himself off of the floor to try to stop you.

“NO!” You whipped around, flipping your hair so forcefully it stung your face but you were quick to pull it back.

“Don’t fucking- don’t fucking do that, man!” You started, holding a hand up. “My own friends don’t even fucking trust me i’m just constantly babied! Do you know how that feels?”

At that point, Karen, Eddie and Billy had tuned in, being in the kitchen. Camilla and Graham must have been elsewhere, he had always confided in her like a sister.

“Hey–” Billy tried to interject with a hand on your wrist but you were quick to pull away.

“Huh?! Do any of you know how that feels?!” You were borderline screaming now, and everyone was speaking to you so softly, hands slowly trying to grasp you and it made you want to scream even louder.

“How dare you ‘ccuse me of something like that asshole?” You were beginning to slur your words, the tequila you’d snuck from Warren’s room starting to hit pretty heavily, making your eyes droop and words slur.

“Baby, please-” Karen started, making the move to grasp your arm but you turned and lost your balance, nearly falling but Eddie was quick to catch you, he held on tight and didn’t dare let go until you calmed down or Graham came back. Billy had left minutes ago to find him and Camilla, who had taken a walk so he could freely gush about his new girl without the chances of anyone else hearing.

“Need you to calm down, babe.” Eddie whispered, running a hand up and down your arm for comfort.

“None of you even care!”

Warren shook his head alongside Karen, both of them had squatted in front of you, doing their best to provide what you needed.

“That’s not true.”

“I fucking hate you all!” 

“You don’t mean that.”

“I don’t wanna be here anymore!”

And then he said your name.

You froze.

He was gonna leave you, you were so sure of it. You worked so hard to be better for him and it didn’t work.

“No…” You whimpered and you swore you saw Graham break in front of your eyes.

“You can’t- you can’t see this.”

But he didn’t care. He knelt in front of you and Eddie and gathered you into his own arms, completely silent as he carried you to his room and you wanted to disappear into him so badly.

“‘M so sorry…” You slurred, and still he was quiet. You let him undress you and replace your pretty top and flared jeans with his own tee shirt and boxer shorts.

You watched as he changed into a similar outfit as you picked at your nails. “Graham, I-”

He sighed and placed his hands on either sides of your cheeks, placing a firm kiss on your forehead that only made you cry harder. You brought your hands up to grip his wrists, not willing to let go of the feeling of his lips on your skin.

“I’ve ruined everything, haven’t I?”

Graham was silent again as he pulled you into his bed with him, covering you both with the large duvet.

“Not in the slightest.”

-

That night was really the last night anybody had seen you get drunk like that.

Then, Daisy Jones came along.

And you learned how to keep bad habits a secret.

Tequila and mints in the bathroom, water and cherry cokes with the band. A shot of jameson to fall asleep. Champagne to wake up, brush your teeth. A beer in the shower after lunch, leave the evidence in Warren’s room since there were hundreds of empty ones anyway.

It’s not like Daisy was teaching you one on one, you just started watching her, and you liked the way she got away with it.

No one told Daisy about your issue either, you could hold your own and you had asked them not to, so lips were sealed.

But it took everything in Graham and Billy not to tell her to tread lightly every time they saw the two of you sneak off on your own.

And now here was Graham Dunne, sitting in the driver's seat of the van outside of God knows who’s house, with Camilla in the passenger’s seat and Billy in the back. Moral support. 

“Want us to come with you?”

Graham shook his head. “I need to do this alone.”

Billy scoffed, “I’m not gonna let you go in there with our two hot headed alcoholic rage sisters. Cam, you stay here.”

“Nope, you go I go. You two get our girl, I’ll handle Daisy.”

The three bickered a moment but finally settled on their plan. Graham and Camilla would take you, while Karen and Billy took Daisy, since the blonde girl drove.

“Fucking finally.” Karen exasperated as she saw her friends walk into the backyard of the party while trying her hardest to hold you upright.

“Where is Daisy?” Billy spat immediately, making eyes around the party. You had always been like a sister to him, in the way Camilla was to Graham, and he could’ve killed the redheaded girl in that moment.

“Beats me.” Karen said, passing off your deadweight into Graham, who was quickly supported by Billy. Your head lulled onto your boyfriend's shoulder, recognizing him as a source of comfort even in your inebriated state.

It made his soul ache.

“Is Simone here?” Camilla asked.

Karen shook her head, “Was. Split as soon as she and Daisy got into a fight. Offered to take this one” she nodded her head at you “home with her but I figured it’d be best if you guys came.”

Graham shook his head, “You made the right call, thank you.”

“Yeah, well uh, I sure as hell can’t drive. Got drunk as hell before even stepping foot in the backyard, soon as I saw (Y/n) I stepped in and called you guys immediately.”

“Do we need to get Daisy?”

“That’s a fight you sure as hell don’t wanna have. Yelled at me just for taking ‘her best friend’ away from her to get her some water.”

Billy rolled his eyes.

Graham and Billy began making their way out of the party with you slung around their shoulders, and Camilla walking arm in arm with a very drunk Karen who kept tripping over feet.

And suddenly red hair and sparkling eyes were in front of them.

“Ohhh no, what happened to my girl?” She tried to touch your face but Billy pulled you away, ready to say something before Graham spoke up, surprising everyone.

“Your girl, Daisy?!” His voice boomed, no doubt you’d be embarrassed if you were in any way conscious. “This is my girl, our girl.” He gestured to the rest of the group. “And I’d say it’s in your best interest to leave her the hell alone from now on.”

-

Graham was a mess when he got you home.

Daisy ended up at the house not too long after the rest, explaining she didn’t know the situation, apologizing profusely, informing them all you had been drinking for months. She told them in a sullen voice that you hadn’t been this bad last time she saw her, that she thinks someone must have done it to you.

Graham understood, he did. But he couldn’t look at Daisy. How could she let you out of her sight, to allow someone to do this to you? It made his stomach turn. Billy was next to his brother this time, in the living room, a hand resting on his shoulder, squeezing from time to time, and instead of standing Graham sat with his head in his hands, creating knots in his hair as he ran his fingers through it. Cam and Karen had you in the bathroom, after seeing the panic in Graham’s eyes they decided to take over that part, knowing it wouldn’t be easy for him to see. Warren stayed up, and Eddie didn’t retreat to his room, Daisy paced back and forth outside of the bathroom, biting her nails. Graham could hear it, it was driving him nuts.

“Would it kill you to be quiet for two seconds, Daisy?!” He groaned, running a hand over his red splotchy face.

Everyone knew that Graham was just upset and taking it out on Daisy, the red corvette, which wasn’t exactly fair, but they also knew better than to argue with Graham at that point.

“You know what, Graham?!” Daisy stomped into the living room, planting herself in front of the Dunne brothers with her arms crossed.

Graham didn’t look up.

“Hey, I’m talkin’ to you!” Daisy used her thumb and pointer finger to grip his chin and pull his face up to look at her and she immediately felt guilty at his tear stained cheeks and glassy eyes.

She sighed, and crouched before him.

“I know it’s hard, and I’m so, so sorry this is happening to her. But she makes her own decisions, Graham. No one could’ve stopped her.”

Graham nodded, but still wouldn’t look in her direction. “Will you go check on her, please?”

Daisy would later tell the story with a frown on her face, and she’d recall never being that scared for another person before, despite the smile she put on for Graham.

“I didn’t-” She took a breath, “I’d never seen it that bad before, at least not while I was sober. I thought she was going to die.”

Daisy retreated to yours and Graham’s shared room shortly after discovering she couldn’t stomach staying in that bathroom, deciding to make herself useful by getting the bed ready, fluffing the pillows and retrieving some fresh clothes for you to wear to bed, making sure she grabbed ones that smelled like your boyfriend. She dropped the clothes off in the bathroom, and passed along the message to Graham from Karen and Camilla that it was time to take you to bed.

This had been Billy’s job, since before The Six was even The Six, that’s how it went. But things had changed, Graham had grown, and it was his turn.

part two coming soon!

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fic idea—you live with Billy and one night he hears screaming/rustling/heavy breathing from your room. thinking there’s an intruder or some kind of danger, he breaks in but you’re having a nightmare. and then comfort.

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Hi, Nonnie! I’m sorry it took a bit to respond, but I actually really like how this came out. I don’t know if you wanted roommate or established relationship. But I went with roommates and Billy is fresh outta the marines. Thank you for this request, I really enjoyed it,p!

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Clementines.

581 words.

Billy dug through the pantry at two in the morning, sweats around his hips loosely, his hoodie smelling like your perfume. You always stole it, claiming it was just warm. He always got like this at night, always wanting to snack, especially on something sweet.

He opened the fridge to get the bowl of frosting you had made for cake, but you wouldn’t notice that he’d used some for his graham crackers he thought, like a child stealing sweets from a parent.

In this case his roommate.

He groaned as he stuck it in his mouth. In the marines he was never allowed this, all he had were shitty premade meals.

He dipped it again, relishing in your talent for making him grow fat with your cooking, and stopped halfway, swearing he heard something, his time in the marines made him hyper vigilant. And then he heard it again, you were crying, sounding like you couldn’t breathe. He set the bowl and crackers down and moved toward your bedroom.

He wasn’t good at comfort, he wasn’t emotional, and it made him uncomfortable. The boy in him wasn’t comforted, how could he extend it without having received it? But he understood nightmares, and sometimes he’d wished someone had comforted him.

He saw you lying on the bed as he opened the door, you were crying, the white lights of your skinny “Charlie Brown’ Dollar Store Christmas tree illuminating your tear stricken face.

Snow was picking up outside as he climbed in next to you as you heaved. “Can’t breathe.” Your body wracked with shivers.

“Don’t let him do that to you. Don’t let him win.” Billy said roughly, gripping your hip and pulling you closer. You smelled like clementines, like summer.

Your eyes fluttered, clutching Billy’s hoodie. “Can I come closer?” You asked, breathlessly.

Billy wiped your tears away tenderly, “Yeah, mouse.” He husked.

And so you did, pressing yourself into his side. “I dreamt of my uncle.”

Billy watched the snow fall, it seemed Jack Frost had visited early, “I know.”

You shivered, tangling your legs with his, pressing a kiss to his throat. “I thought I was gonna die. But then I heard your voice.”

“I gotta ka-bar with his name on it.” Billy said hotly into your hair.

“He’s a drunkard. He’s not worth it. He’s an old man who never dealt with his childhood. He’s hurting, too.” You said, quietly. He would never understand your compassion for those who’d hurt you.

“I don’t give a fuck, he hurt you so he’s on my shit list.” He shivered as your cold fingers slid up his hoodie, fingers playing with the hair there at his belly button.

“Oh, Billy. You’re trying.” You said, pressing your fingers harder into his skin.

He didn’t know what to say to comfort you. “I like your hair, it shines in your Christmas lights.” He mumbled, pressing his chin to your head.

You laughed understandingly, and said; “I like the frosting on your hoodie.

He huffed, heart skipping a beat. The wind beat against the window, and he took his finger and wiped the frosting off and pressed his finger to your lips.

Your mouth parting, tasting the sweetness of the sugar, and the bitterness of his finger. His eyes looked pitch black watching you, the way the curve of your breasts pressed against him.

“Good girl.” He husked, watching you.

And the feeling of warmth and safety soon replaced the fear of a monster.

[beybaldes]

they long to be (close to you)

Eddie Roundtree x Fem!Reader

djats masterlist

Word Count : 3.6k

Summary : Eddie doesn't understand why you seem to like him less then your other bandmates since moving to LA. little does he know that really isn't the case.

Thank you for all the love on the last fic, especially @thefemininemystiquee !! your comment absolutely made my day!! so this one is for you <;33

Warning!! I have not read the book or the show!!! All info I have gathered has been from other x readers I have read. sorry in advance if I have butchered your fav show/book because i have plainly made shit up in favour of satiating my own need for more Eddie fics xoxo

Ever since the move to LA, the shitty rental Billy had paid for was getting on Eddie's last nerve. Not because it was constantly too hot inside and too cold outside, not because of the lack of air conditioning, not because of the thin ass walls and not because of the way the sun never seemed to set enough that it wouldn't peak under his curtains when he was trying to sleep. The thing about the house in LA that got on his nerves the most was the fact that he couldn't escape you.

It wasn't that Eddie didn't like you - it was quite the opposite in that matter. Eddie really liked you, but it just seemed like you didn't like him, at least not anymore. Back in Pittsburgh, you and Eddie had been the best of friends, and you still were, but since you'd all moved into the same house, he'd noticed something; you never touched him.

Plenty of times had he seen you wrapped in a tight hug with Karen, her head atop your own as you hid your face in her shoulder, with one hand on the small of Camilla's back and the other holding her own as you danced around the kitchen together, Graham's legs intertwined with yours as you shared a blanket when the widows were wide open late at night - fuck, he'd even seen you tucked under Billy's arm with one arm wrapped around his waist as you made small talk.

But the worst was every time he saw you with Warren.

You were always together, seemingly inseparable in the way he thought the two of you had been back in Pittsburgh and it hurt. Everywhere he looked, if you weren't touching someone else, you were touching Warren. Holding his hand as you walked through the house or with his head in your lap (or yours in his) on the couch as you watched some shitty rerun, his arms wrapped around your waist as he held you from behind as the two of you stood together, his hands pulling you close to him as you cuddled up in his lap late at night in the living room, your hands in his hair as the two of you shared a blunt, or three, on the porch late at night. He couldn't escape it or the thought that that should be him.

Eddie longed to be close to you in a way you didn't seem to want with him. Boy, if only he knew how wrong he was.

In all the years you'd known Eddie, he hadn't been one for touchiness. If your hand brushed his he'd always been quick to pull it away, or if you reached for a hug he turned it into a quick side hug then carried in with whatever he was doing. As far as you were concerned, you were just respecting Eddie's wishes to be left alone.

Warren was happy to fill the needed affection you often sought out. He, himself, was quite the lover - always one to take a cuddle and hold onto a hug for way longer then most would deem appropriate - which was exactly what you needed. The two of you had spent many nights in bed together in LA just for the company of it, and not that you didn't like it, you just wished it was with someone else, instead.

"You coming to bed, sweet girl?" Warren asked with a tired drawl to his words, extending a hand out to you while the other held the remainder of his joint to his lips.

"In a little." You hummed back, taking a hit out the joint he offered out to you, the joint being held to your lips by Warren instead of taking it into your own hands. "I'm not tired enough to sleep."

Warren pulled the joint back to his lips, his other hand coming to brush your hair out of your eyes and behind your ear, his hand resting against your hair and keeping you tucked in the crook of his neck. "You want me to wait up with you? Or you can come keep my company? I'll put on some Fleetwood Mac, it'll help you sleep, baby girl."

That was another thing that had Eddie seething. The constant nicknames you let the others call you. Back in Pittsburgh, Eddie was the only one who'd ever called you anything but your name, and now he was the only one who didn't. Karen called you sweet-pea, Camilla called you sunshine as did Graham and even Billy, but Warren? Warren called you whatever he liked; sweet girl, baby girl, baby, doll, his.

"No, it's okay Warren, you go to bed." Warren scooped you up in his arms, placing you down in the spot next to Graham who had already opened up his blanket for you, then pressed a kiss to your cheek. "I'll leave the door open for you."

You let your head fall to Graham's shoulder, who pulled his arm out from between the two of you and wrapped it over the back of the sofa. He allowed you to tangle your legs up in his pyjama covered ones, making sure you were comfortable before he turned his attention back to the tv screen.

"You and Warren are sleeping together?" Karen had been the one brave enough to ask, the conversation between the two of you not unnoticed by the rest of the group - it being the only thing to break the silence in the past 40 minutes. 

All heads turned to you, attention suddenly on something that had the potential to be more interesting then the rerun of Scooby-doo that had just started. "Not like that." You answered softly, eyes still focused on the cartoon dog and his gang on friends, not noticing how everyone else was now looking at you. "We both just like the company of it. I don't think either of us realised how lonely it would be coming out to LA."

"Cute." Camilla mused, a warm smile curling on her lips as she took in that even in your sleep you were reaching out for the touch and warmth of someone else.

"You're always welcome in my bed, sweet-pea." Karen added, a smile curling on her own lips as she managed to take your attention away from the tv. "I swear you run cold. Would be nice in the LA heat."

"You can't steal my blanket buddy." Graham gasped, pulling you tighter against him and furiously tucking the blanket around the two of you. "She's the perfect amount of cold. The windows open, with the blanket, with y/n is the perfect temperature for me."

"I'm going to have to pass on that one Karen, unless you want to come down to my room." You countered her offer with a soft smile, attention moving back to the tv once more. "Warren says your room is haunted."

Laughter spread through out the room as you sided with Warren even in his absence; he was so sweet to you, and that's what friends do, so how could you not?

"What?" You asked, laughing yourself. "We left it empty until your arrival for a reason." That caused another round of laughter to break out in the room, save for Eddie who's brow tightened at the way everyone laughed at you, looked at you. If he hadn't been so caught up in his own angst, then maybe he would've noticed the way you spared a concerned glance his way.

A particularly loud shout of "scoob!" from the TV had everyone's attention turned back to the cartoon, everyone except yours, your eyes, laced with concern, lingering on Eddie. Something was going on and you were going to get to the bottom of it without doubt.

By the end of the episode, only you, Graham and Eddie remained in the room. Graham was fast asleep, his head leaning against yours making you trapped in his hold, and Eddie was sat in the armchair against the wall, legs curled into the seat and a bottle of warm beer in his hands that he'd been nursing for the last half an hour.

As the intro to the next rerun of Scooby-doo blasted from the TV, Graham startled awake, literally jumping out of his seat and pulling the blanket with him. He grumbled some attempt at what you thought was a goodnight, and stumbled sleepily out of the room, the warmth of him and the blanket leaving you alone on the couch.

Eddie stood, though with more awareness then Graham and turned to you with a tight lipped smile. Before you could ask him to stay a while, not wanting to be alone when you were still not ready to go bed with Warren, he turned for the kitchen, coming with back two new, cold beers in hand. He held one out for you, then almost jumped away in shock when you grabbed his wrist instead of the bottle. You quickly pulled your hand away from his, chiding yourself for forgetting Eddie didn't like to be touched, and curling into yourself. "Sit with me? Please?"

Eddie could never say no to you. So, he sat down on the couch, though made sure to keep a good bit of distance between the two of you, then handed your your beer, watching as you took a quick swig of the cold liquid.

"So, you and Warren?" Eddie couldn't help himself from asking, even though Karen had only an hour ago, too caught up in the fact it wasn't him to take notice of the sweet, friendly, moment you and Warren had shared earlier.

"Not like that, I already told you guys."

"You sure?" Eddie asked again, and though he had a teasing lilt to his words, you could feel a sense of something more behind them - some kind of worry, or something, you weren't entirely sure.

"Positive. He's just a friend." Taking another swig of your ice cold beer, you remained focused on the tv, really enjoying the antics of Scooby-doo and mystery inc in your effort to fall asleep.

"Really?" Eddie asked, his teasing tone coming off more in a way of disbelief now. "Cause he asked you to 'come to bed'."

"I sleep in Warren's bed most nights." You explained, coming clean for the first time about how often you actually found yourself in the curly-haired, brunettes bed. "We both like the company."

"And how did that start?" Eddie's asked, one arm stretching out over the back of the sofa in your direction. Though he wouldn't admit it to himself, he was slowly testing the waters of how close he could get to you, see if he, himself, was the reason you never touched him or if it was something else entirely.

"We were both out smoking late, then it got cold. Warren suggested we move it inside, and I reminded him of how Cami said she hates it when the living room stinks of shit." You paused, taking another sip from your beer, your fingers running across the droplets of water that were forming across the outside of the glass bottle. "Warren offered we go to his room so my room wouldn't get cold when we opened the window. We both fell asleep and ended up all tangled together the next morning. Neither of us wanted to get up cause we were too comfy, so I promised him I'd come back the next night if we got out of bed and got to practice. Now it's just become routine."

Though you'd given a pretty concise and accurate explanation of your relationship with Warren, Eddie was certain there was something more, something that made you act like that with Warren and not him, some kind of feelings or something that made it different.

"Yeah, but I think we all thought you guys were together before tonight." Eddie continued, your gaze breaking away from the tv just for a moment to meet his eyes. You'd never thought anyone thought you and Warren were together because of the way you acted - otherwise people would've thought you were dating everyone in the band. "Y'know, with all the times he's holding your hand, or your sat in his lap, giving him a hug. It just looks like you're together - are you sure you aren't?"

"I'm like that with everyone." You dismissed, eyes unmoving from the TV, worried that if you looked at Eddie you'd see something you didn't want to - disgust, repulsion, or some other kind of thing that told you he thought you were weird. Though, when push came to shove, you knew you wouldn't care what Eddie thought - whatever you and Warren had made it that much easier to be in LA, and you couldn't be more grateful for it.

"Not with me." He whispered, sipping from the cool beer that he had held against his lips, eyes moving away from your figure and back to the tv with a huff.

"What did you say?" You asked, warmth and all together y/n-ness dropping from your face as your turned your entire body to face him, your knees now bent up on the couch.

Eddie was done acting like he didn't care. If things went bad tonight it gave him just another reason to add to the list of why he hated the band and this stupid house. He had a bone to pick and he wasn't going to back down now he had the ample opportunity to speak out about it. "I said, not with me."

Eddie didn't give you the chance to cut in edge way with an explanation or an apology - though he didn't know exactly what would leave your mouth. He'd never really considered what was going on in your head about not touching him - only really focused on the fact that, once again, he seemed to be the one left out.

"You get all cuddly and shit with everyone else except me. Your always hugging Karen or Camilla, snuggled up with Graham, don't even get me started on how you're all over Warren and Billy - even Billy - you've hugged him more times here in LA then I think we've talked!"

"No I haven't." Your words came out in a whisper, suddenly unsure of everything that had happened in the past few months since you'd moved to LA. "You're my best friend Ed's, i don't ignore you, don't say that."

"That's not my point." Eddie let out a sigh, calming down immediately as he took notice of the way you moved further into the arm of the couch when he raised his voice a little. Taking a second to compose himself, he ran a hand over his face, placing down his beer on the coffee table in front of you two. "It seems like you want to, y'know, do all that with everyone but me. And I guess, what I'm trying to say is - why not me? Did I do something?"

Your heart broke at the crestfallen look of Eddie's face. "I thought you didn't like to be touched." You murmured, beginning to think you'd read into his actions a little too much - maybe he just needed the time to warm up to you touching him first - you'd never considered he'd feel left out by what you thought was what he wanted. "Whenever I've tried to touch you, you've brushed me off. I just figured that was you way of being nice about it, y'know, letting me down gently or whatever. I didn't think-"

You paused, reflecting on when the last time you'd even tried to touch Eddie had been, when the last time you'd called him Ed's had been, when the last time you'd held a conversation with him that wasn't in a group setting had been. "I don't know what I thought."

Your arms were wrapped around your knees, holding them close to your chest as you rested your chin on them, looking up at Eddie woefully. "I'm sorry, Eddie. I never meant to make you feel that way."

"Birdie..." He almost, whimpered, wanting to reach out for a hug but not knowing where to begin. How could he? He couldn't remember the last time someone had given him one. What if he did it wrong?

Standing from your seat, remote in hand, you flicked the TV off, quickly placing it down beside Eddies abandoned bottle. You offered your open hand out to him.

Eddie cautiously took it, your hands cupping each others and Eddie letting your thumb run over the flesh of his knuckles. You pulled Eddie behind you, careful not to move too quickly as to let his hand slip from yours, or to wake anyone else up. In a way, it felt wrong to be doing this with someone who wasn't Warren, in another, you'd never been more excited for anything.

Leading Eddie into your room, you urged him to get into your bed, closing the door gently behind you. Turning around, you were surprised to see him stood staring at you in confusion.

"I mean, I would've settled for hug or something - I'm not complaining, don't get me wrong." He rushed out his words as he spoke, trying to convey all his feelings on the matter before he could hurt your feelings in any capacity. "I'm just- I didn't say what I said to try and replace whatever you and Warren have, I'm not, I'm not that kind of guy. At least, I don't want to be."

"I already told you." You whispered, reaching out for his hand again as you crossed the room to meet him. "Just friends. Besides." You pulled him with you into the bed, pulling the duvet up from where it'd been kicked off the bed and onto the floor the last time you and Warren had stayed in here, and over the two of you. "No one I'd rather share it with."

Eddie froze for a moment, not quite believing the words that had just graced his ears. Turning on his side to face you, he found you already looking at him, one of your hands reaching out for his under the covers and intertwining your fingers. "Really? No one else?"

"No one else." You confirmed, shuffling closer to Eddie as you whispered your answer into the darkness of the room. "I love Warren, but sometimes it's an absolute fight sleeping in a bed with him."

"Yeah?" Eddie giggled, giggled, completely flustered by the new and close proximity the two of you were sharing.

"Yeah." You answered, slipping one of your legs between Eddie's and putting the other atop him own, pulling the two of you even closer together. Now pressed chest to chest, there was nowhere to look except the others eyes. "He kicks, he scratches and by God does he snore. Keeps me nice and warm though. Brings good company."

"I can be good company." Eddie proposed, an unsaid question lingering the words shared just between the two of you.

"I bet you can, Ed's." You answered, eyes flickering between his and his lips, catching him doing the same when you tried to meet his eyes again.

Eddie pressed his lips to yours in a featherlight kiss, holding the kiss for a long while as he tried to express everything that had built up inside of him since the arrival to LA, and everything he'd already thought since high school. You snaked your arms up between the two of you, wrapping them around his neck and pulling him even closer to you, deepening the kiss as you did so. Eddie hummed into you, pulling away from the kiss only to lean back in, pressing a series of quick as chaste kisses to your lips.

No other words were said that night, you nuzzling into the crook Eddie's neck and Eddie resting his head atop yours - not without pressing a kiss to the crown of your head, however. The two of you fell asleep rather quickly, the late night catching up with you in the warmth of tangled limbs, a messily thrown on duvet and the LA heat. You slept right through the night till late the next morning, neither of you shifting away from the position you'd fallen asleep in, except to burrow further into the other every time one of you felt them pull away.

You would've slept for longer, in fact, curled into each other and dreaming about what would happen on nights going forward, if it weren't for the fact Warren came barging into the room with a loud cry of your name the following morning.

"Y/n!" He shouted, causing both you and Eddie to stir from your sleep, neither of you moving from the arms of the other despite his loud arrival. "I was worried sick! I woke up and you weren't here I thought you'd been kidnapped or something!"

Warren collapsed on top of you, wrapping his arms around you as tightly as he could given the barrier of the duvet. His sudden weight on top of you had your groaning in protest, however, it was Eddies voice that had Warren springing from his position and out of your bed.

Eddie never got the opportunity to ask Warren to get off of you, Warren running from the room with a cry of 'y/n slept with Eddie instead of me,' that gained the attention of everyone else in the house.

Neither you nor Eddie cared though, closing your eyes once more after you shared a quick, soft kiss, falling back asleep in the comfort of each others hold, something - you thought - that you should've been doing a long time ago.

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐑 - ( 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞 ! )

synopsis -> in which you finally get to go on tour and some secrets unravel !

 warnings -> part two of milkshake, mentions of drug and alcohol use, not yet proof read !

Eddie - So, after the first concert, everyone was just, so pumped, you know? Billy was doing his own thing in a separate part of the bus while Daisy was in her hotel room with her loser of a husband or whatever.

(Y/N) - And everyone else, they were doing lines and drinking beer, whatever. I wasn’t, I was with Billy.

Billy - (Y/N) never left my side during that tour.

“(Y/N), go have fun. I’m fine.” Billy shakes his head, sitting up on the couch. “I am having fun.” You smile, holding up your book and resting your legs over his legs. “I don’t need a babysitter.” He huffs. “I know, I’m not babysitting you, I’m sitting with you.” You roll your eyes, pressing your lips together in a line, annoyed at Billy’s stubbornness. “Fine.” The man gives in, simply watching you read in silence, well, except for the sounds of everyone else partying.

About an hour later, Eddie walks into the small space of the bus. “Hey.” You mumble. “Hi.” He whispers, noticing Billy’s asleep, his head resting on your shoulder. “What’s wrong?” You raise an eyebrow, carefully placing your book down and moving some hair out of Billy’s face. “Can we talk?” Eddie asks, clearly high as he’s barely able to make out the words. “Sure.” You say. You gently get off of the couch, making sure Billy doesn’t wake up. “Let’s talk somewhere else.” You grab Eddie’s hand, not wanting to wake up your other band member. You walk past everyone, eventually reaching the beds. You close the thin door, then sitting down on the edge of the bed with Eddie. “Okay, what’s up?” You breathe out, brushing some hair back from your face. “I think I love you.” He laughs, showing off his classic smirk. “Oh my-” Your expression immediately turns grim, your heart shattering into a million pieces. Normally, you’d be over the moon about this, but he’s not in the right headspace for a love confession. “No, I know I love you.” He reassures, nodding his head. “Fuck you.” You harshly say. Eddie’s eyes widen, clearly hurt by your words. “What?” He questions. “Fuck you, Eddie. Fuck you!” You stand up, and he does as well, not expecting it when you start hitting his chest. “You know what? I have loved you since the day I met you, and you are not about to give me some shitty, fake, confession while you’re on drugs!” You yell. “Quiet, everyone can hear you.” He whispers. “I don’t give a fuck!” You cry out. “It’s not fake! Like, how they say, uh, what’s that thing?” He sighs, pausing to think, “Drunk words, sober thoughts. Something like that.” He snaps his fingers. “Yeah, yeah?” You glare at him, “Get out.” You push him away from you. “Okay, I’m sorry, let me explain. I love you, seriously, I’ve loved you for, like, forever. I just didn’t have the courage to do anything.” He explains. “Oh, you didn’t have the courage until you got high?” You shake your head. “Yes, you get it!” He walks back towards you, ready to kiss you. “No, get out of here.” You don’t back down on your word. “We can talk tomorrow, when you’re sober.” You add, wiping away your tears. “Wait, I’m sorry-” Eddie steps even closer to you, but you press your hand on his chest. “I know.” You breathe out, ushering him out of the room.

You wake up to the sound of people shuffling around the bus, causing you to get out of bed and exit the room, wearing the same outfit from yesterday, your hair messy, and makeup smudged. “Good morning.” Billy smiles at the sight of you, handing you a takeout bag. “What’s this?” You ask him. “Pancakes from some diner down the street.” Warren answers your question instead, gesturing for you to sit next to him on the couch. “Thanks.” You turn away from Billy and move towards the couch, sitting beside Warren and opening the paper bag, taking out a small tray of pancakes. “Where are Karen and Graham?” You take a bit out of the warm pancakes. “Probably having sex.” Warren laughs. “What?!” You practically choke on your food, slamming the utensils down on your plastic plate. “Kidding.” He grins, causing you to hit his side, “Ow! Chill!” He huffs. “Okay, I’m going for a run before we leave.” Billy says, leaving the bus before you can say anything. “Uh oh, troubles with Daisy.” Eddie suddenly walks into the room, immediately moving in between you and Warren. “Shut up.” You scoff. “Damn, who pissed in your cereal?” He jokes. “Don’t make me slap you.” You reply, your tone now serious. “Okay, that’s my sign to leave!” Warren shakes his head, getting up from the couch and walking away to the beds. “Now, let’s talk.” Eddie turns to face you. “I want to apologize.” He stops, “But what I said last night was true.” He continues. You open your mouth to protest, but he doesn’t let you, moving towards you and kissing you, placing his hands on your waist. You want to stop him, but you also don’t, it feels good, it feels right. You let yourself go, simply staying in the kiss. “See? Drunk words, sober thoughts.” Eddie laughs, pulling away from the kiss. “Shut up and kiss me again.” You grin.

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ain’t that somethin’ | al capone x fem!reader

pairing; al capone x fem!reader

warnings; mentions of facial scarring, a little angst

a/n; this version of al is entirely based on stephen graham’s portrayal of him in boardwalk empire! (also yo i’ve been fucking dying to write about boardwalk empire for AGES)

plot; imagine al deep down feeling insecure about his scars, and his girlfriend telling him how truly beautiful she finds him with them.

(au where al isn’t married to mae ofc)

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Al fiddled with his pen as he sat in his office within the walls of the Four Deuces. Johnny wasn’t around today. He was taking care of some business elsewhere. Thank fuck. Al didn’t exactly miss any of his demands or shitty remarks.

He leaned back in his chair, sighing to himself. Al was never really the type to often feel emotionally drained. And when he did, he hid it rather well. But today he was in no mood for putting on a false smile.

“Al?” Said that same old sweet voice. He lifted his head, now staring at the beautiful woman smiling at him from the doorway.

“What?!” He barked, wanting to curse at himself for sounding so harsh. But it seemed that he really couldn’t help it.

Y/n didn’t look too bothered. She was quite used to his outbursts and mood swings. In fact, she was the only one who put up with them. And Al secretly appreciated that.

“I’m sorry,” Al admitted. “What’s the matter?”

Y/n gave another soft smile. “Nothing it’s just.. well it’s getting a late.. that’s all. We should probably head home.”

“It ain’t late. You’ll last another half hour.” Al said, clutching the pen in his hand.

She glanced at the clock above him, ticking relentlessly. “Al, it’s almost ten at night..”

Al sighed again, rubbing his tired eyes. “I gotta sort out these checks for Johnny, doll..”

Y/n walked over to him, closing the door behind her. Her heels clicked on the hard flooring. A sound that irritated most, but soothed Al knowing it was her presence.

“You gonna tell me what’s the matter?” She asked, brushing his hair back with her fingers.

“Huh?”

“Al.”

He knew that stern look meant she sensed something was up. But he still didn’t feel like talking. He put some of the papers away, beginning to finish up.

“Just.. just gimme fifteen minutes, huh? I’ll get my coat and hat from Billy. I Left it at the bar. Then i’ll bring the car around. After that, you can meet me out front.” Al’s eyes looked as though they were practically pleading for dismissal on the conversation.

She slowly nodded, walking away and closing the door once again. Al just sheepishly rubbed his nose and closed his eyes, knowing she’d somehow get this outta him when they got back.

Jesus.

The drive home wasn’t as bad as he expected. She’d managed to take his mind off a lot of the things that had been pestering him lately. She never failed to do so.

Just this one damn thing.

The one thing that he was scared to admit in case she thought any less of a man about him after he’d spoke up on it. Al knew she was constantly understanding, but it was more the burning feeling of embarrassment he couldn’t stand.

They skipped dinner that night. No wonder seeing as it was even later now. He didn’t want her to bother cooking at this time. Not when the reason they were home so late was his fault. Johnny easily wouldn’t have minded if Al got up early the next morning to come in and sort the shit that needed done. But Al was trying to do anything to distract himself from the confrontation he’d soon face at home.

As the two lay in bed, Y/n turned to him, and he knew the questions would soon start dropping.

“You gonna tell me what’s the matter now?” She blurted out, nestling herself closer into his chest.

Al rolled his eyes. “It’s nothin’.”

“Sure, sure. So there isn’t a particular reason why you’ve chose to be Gloomy Gus all day?” Y/n pushed further.

He sat up a little, trying to avoid eye contact. “Cmon, doll. Lay off a bit, huh?”

Y/n wasn’t amused with his answer. “Alphonse, per favore aprimi.”

His eyes widened a little as she spoke to him in Italian, knowing she was now getting serious. But alas, he had no interest in opening up.

“Non voglio.” Al replied, closing his eyes.

She was getting frustrated, feeling unsettled by the awkward atmosphere. “Al, per favore!”

“Fine! You wanna know so bad? It’s these fuckin’ scars!”

The room fell silent, and the corners of her lips twitched downward into a small frown. She wasn’t expecting that answer.

“What?”

“The scars,” Al said. “They’ve just.. I dunno.. been botherin’ me lately..”

Y/n raised a brow, trying to understand but was still very confused. “Are they.. um.. hurting?”

“No!” He spat. It was clear he himself was also getting frustrated, not knowing what to say next. “They’ve healed by now. They’re fine. It’s just.. I-I don’t like em as much as people think I do.”

She blinked. “You mean when people think you always take pride in the nickname Scarface?” 

“Yeah.” Al replied, fidgeting with his vest.

Y/n sat up to his level, gently pulling away from his touch. “Who said what.”

“Eh?”

“Who said what.” She repeated. “You never usually care about them. What’s got you so upset like this?”

Al huffed, feeling that same old feeling of his cheeks burning hot with embarrassment. “Couple a’ guys on the business thing with Johnny. Smug little fucks. Ain’t ever got under my skin as bad as this..”

She gave him a gentle smile, wrapping an arm around him. “You’re still beautiful, Al.”

“I know.” He joked, giving a slight smirk, which soon fell back into a frown. Even right now he wasn’t in the mood to be as sarky as he always was.

“I mean it,” Y/n told him, taking him by the hand.

He looked up at her, those chocolate brown eyes sparkling with adoration. Something that never failed to make her melt.

“Your scars aren’t a weakness, Al. Neither are your feelings. Only you can be your own enemy here and treat them like they are. I’ve known you for fuckin’ years. With and without them,” she smiled, gesturing to the scars down the left side of his face. “They aren’t a flaw. Some may see them as hauntingly beautiful. But me? I just see the beauty part. Nothing else.”

Al began to chuckle, and that chuckle soon turned into a giggle, then his classic booming laughter that was practically music to her ears.

“Ain’t that somethin’..” He grinned, still laughing.

Al put his hand on her cheek, caressing it. “Is this the part where I say you’re the best little fuckin’ beauty i’ve seen in my life?”

She giggled, laughing along with him now. “I don’t think you’d be opposed to it.”

He pressed a kiss to her lips, inhaling her sweet scent. She had always been his little doll. And perhaps him being her Scarface wasn’t the end of the world. Atleast it meant he was hers.

“I love you, doll.”

“And I love you, my Scarface in shinin’ armour.”

Al kissed her again. “Some pair a’ cheesy fucks we are.”

man this has motivated me to write a shit ton for al in boardwalk empire now. if you have requests for him, SEND EM IN!!

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Songbird || TWENTY-TWO

Eddie Roundtree x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 2.6k

Part Summary: The beginning of the infamous Chicago show and Y/N and Eddie go through a rough patch.

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TRACK TWENTY-TWO;

THE THINGS YOU LOVE YOU LOSE

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On October 4th, 1977

Daisy Jones & The Six performed

To a sold out crowd at Soldier Field

In Chicago, Illinois.

…

“Ladies and Gentlemen,” The announcer says, “Daisy Jones and The Six!”

Cheers erupted around the arena as the band made their way onto the stage. Each member of the band’s behaviour was different to normal. Y/N picked up her guitar as Eddie looked at her from across the stage, silently begging her to look at him but she didn’t spare him a single glance.

…

It would be their final performance.

…

The band started with ‘Regret Me’ and Y/N didn’t even fake her emotions. Typically she would move around in her small area on the stage, really get into the music, but she remained still, unmoving. She played on autopilot, she didn’t want to be on the stage at all.

…

GRAHAM DUNNE: If you had told me that morning that it would be our last show… I mean, I would’ve laughed.

…

From across the stage, Eddie’s gaze was fixated on Y/N, his left eye surrounded by bruising. He desperately needed Y/N to look at him. For once, Eddie wasn’t focused on performing, he didn’t care about that, he didn’t care about the band or Billy. The only thing he cared about was Y/N.

…

EDDIE ROUNDTREE: [looks down with regret]

WARREN ROJAS: I was just having such a good time, man. I-I didn’t want to see it.

KAREN SIRKO: [tears up]

Y/N L/N: I wanted to walk away from everything.

…

The band finished the song and Y/N remained still, she didn’t take in the applause, she didn’t even look at the audience. All she did was stand and stare at the ground in front of her. 

Eddie’s gaze fixated on Y/N once again. As she finally looked up, there was no emotion on her face, there was nothing, it was like she was a shell of the person she was.

…

BILLY DUNNE: There’s still a lot you don’t know.

…

11:54am

10 Hours Earlier

“I saw your fucking grandma, dude, she was having a great time, all right?” Warren exclaimed. 

Eddie took his and Y/N’s room key and Warren took his as the three walked off. Y/N and Warren had continuously heard Eddie complain about what Billy did at the show at Pittsburgh. Knowing how he felt, Y/N could sympathise with him, although it was all he talked about and it was beginning to get on Y/N's nerves, it was as if he forgot she went through the exact same things months ago. 

The three walked to their rooms in silence, Warren immediately went into his, leaving Eddie and Y/N alone. With Warren gone, Y/N thought that Eddie would talk but he didn’t, he just opened the room and walked in with Y/N following. Sighing, Y/N sat on the bed. She was slowly regretting her plan to leave the band at the end of the week, she wanted to leave now. 

Eddie sat on the sofa in the room as he stared forward, “I still can’t believe he pulled that shit.” He muttered.

Y/N sat up from the bed, “What?”

“That shit that Billy pulled-”

“Right, I’m going to stop you there,” Y/N interrupted, “You need to stop.”

“What?” Eddie questioned.

“All this with Billy,” Y/N says, “Look, I know what he did to you was shitty. I get you don’t like Billy, neither do I. He took your one moment at your hometown show, I get that you are upset about it but you keep replying it in your mind, it’s not going to change anything Eddie.”

“You don’t get it, Y/N.” Eddie remarked.

“I don’t get it?” Y/N questioned, “Eddie I went though the same fucking thing, even though I reminded you of that last night, you still seem to keep fucking forgetting.”

“Y/N-”

“No, Eddie, let me talk,” Y/N says, “He did a shitty thing but talking shit and thinking about it isn’t going to change anything. You have plenty of other opportunities to perform on a huge stage in your hometown for your family,” Y/N paused, taking a breath, “I don’t have that opportunity, Eddie. My mother is dead and I know now that she was proud of me. But I will never get that opportunity to see that, you do,” Y/N sighed, “So please stop sitting there and acting like it’s the end of the world for you because it isn’t.”

Slowly Eddie stands from the sofa and walks over to Y/N and pulls her into a hug, “I’m sorry, Y/N,” He whispered into her hair.

Y/N hugged back but she didn’t melt into the hug like she usually did. They stood there for a while, Eddie holding onto her tight but Y/N wanting to slip away.

***

Present time

On Stage

“How you feeling, Chicago?” Billy says into the microphone, “I’d tell you how I was feeling, but I always end up saying the wrong thing. This is ‘No Words’.”

Y/N wasn’t needed for this song so she watched from the side of the stage. Her arms were folded across her chest. Rod stood next to her, nodding his head slowly along to the music. 

“I’m leaving the band.” Y/N says.

Rod’s head snapped in her direction, “What?”

“I’m leaving the band.” Y/N repeated, “At the end of the week.”

Rod chuckled, “You’re pulling my leg.”

Y/N shook her head, “I’m not. Billy can easily play my part. I’m done with the band Rod.”

Before Rod could respond, Y/N walked out onto the stage, taking a seat next to Karen. While watching the performance, Y/N had seen her mood gradually decline the longer she played. She continuously made glances to Graham and Y/N could tell that Karen told Graham what had happened. 

Pressing a kiss to Karen’s cheek, Y/N rested her head on her shoulder as Karen continued to play.

“I love you.” Y/N says as Daisy sits on the other side of Karen. 

As the song ends, Karen wraps both Y/N and Daisy in a hug as the crowd cheers. None of the trio cared as they blocked it out, both Y/N and Daisy focused on making Karen feel a little better.

***

1:48pm

8 Hours Earlier

Y/N and Eddie lay in the bed, her head resting on his chest as he strokes her hair. Y/N’s eyes were closed as she enjoyed the feeling. The two remained silent, neither of them having much to say. However, they both had a lot to say. 

Everything that had happened over the past day had made Y/N want to leave the band as soon as possible. She didn’t even want to do the show in the evening, she even thought of an intricate lie to get out of doing it and getting on a plane to god knows where. 

Eddie’s hand stilled in Y/N’s hair and she looked up at him, “Why did you stop?”

“I need to tell him.” Eddie says.

“What?”

“Tell Billy that I’m leaving the band.” Eddie says, manoeuvring out from under Y/N. 

Y/N sighed, “Is that really necessary, you don’t plan to leave for months.”

“I need to do this, Y/N,” Eddie says, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead, “Then I’ll promise I’ll shut up about it.”

Y/N only nodded and watched Eddie leave the room.

Staring up at the ceiling, Y/N sighed before looking at her bag across the room. She slid off the bed and walked over to it. It was filled with her everyday clothes and a couple of other things but there was one important thing at the top. A plane ticket for that night. 

Y/N looked at it before putting it back in the envelope. She bought it without the intention to use it, it was completely on impulse. But the more she looked at it, the more tempting it got. Sliding the ticket back into the envelope, Y/N sighed. 

The door of the room opened and Y/N diverted her attention. Eddie walks in with a black eye forming.

Rushing over to him, Y/N gently grabbed his face and tilted it towards her, “What happened?”

“What does it look like happened?” Eddie snapped before sighing, “I’m sorry, I just…”

“Eddie, it’s okay.” Y/N says, “Now tell me what happened?”

“He fucking punched me in the face!” Eddie exclaimed.

“All because you said you didn’t want to be in the band?” Y/N questioned.

Eddie opened his mouth to answer but no words came out which caused Y/N to sigh, “What did you say to him, Eddie?”

“I-” Eddie says and he begins avoiding eye contact, “I didn’t say anything to him.”

Y/N scoffs, “You clearly did, if you didn’t say anything to provoke him, why the fuck would be punch you in the face?”

“Y/N I-”

“What did you say, Eddie?” Y/N questioned, lowering her voice. 

Sighing Eddie answered, “He told me about not being able to deliver and that I like being slighted, and…”

“And what, Eddie?” Y/N questioned, folding her arms across her chest.

“I said that I was able to deliver,” Eddie paused, “With Camila.”

“Excuse me?” Y/N exclaimed.

Eddie sighed, “I didn’t mean it like that, I meant-”

“So you fucking spoke about Camila to get a one up on Billy, that’s what you fucking did?” Y/N asks, growing angry. 

“Y/N, I didn’t mean it like that-”

“Then tell me what you fucking meant Eddie and it better be a good excuse or God help you.” Y/N says. 

Eddie stuttered over his words, unable to get any out.

Y/N shook her head, “Am I not enough for you Eddie, that you have to think about that night with Camila?”

“Y/N, no-”

“All those times when you said you loved me, was that just all bullshit and lies?” Y/N says.

“I swear to you, Y/N that I didn’t mean to say that,” Eddie says frantically, “It was the only thing I could think of to prove a point to Billy.”

“This is all you care about isn’t it?” Y/N says, “Getting one up on Billy? Well that’s childish Eddie, you are twenty-seven years old, start fucking acting like it.”

Eddie tried to reach out to Y/N but she harshly pushed him away, “Don’t fucking touch me, Eddie.”

“Y/N, please let me explain.”

“You’ve done your explaining,” She says, “You’ve proven your point that the only thing that matters to you is getting a one up on Billy and you don’t even care about my feelings at all. The fact that you even thought about that night with Camila says a lot.”

Y/N stepped away from Eddie and began walking towards the door. 

“Where are you going, Y/N?” Eddie asked, his voice cracking.

“Away from you.” Y/N says and leaves without another word.

As soon as the door shuts, Eddie lets the tears flow, yelling out. 

Y/N heard this on the other side of the door as the tears finally slipped down her cheeks. She turned to face the door before walking away completely. 

***

3:28pm

6 Hours Earlier

Y/N finished off her third drink and let out a long sigh. Her first instinct when she felt this was would be to turn to Eddie and he would make her feel better, but since the cause of the problem was Eddie, Y/N didn’t know who to turn to. Knowing that everyone was going through problems of their own, Y/N didn’t want to bother anyone. 

There was one person Y/N thought of that she could call and it was someone she hadn’t spoken to in years. Finding a payphone quick, Y/N dialled the number she looked up months ago.

The phone rang and rang and rang but finally there was an answer.

“Hello?” The voice on the other end spoke.

Y/N smiled at the voice, “Miss Reyne?”

There was a pause at the other end, “Y/N L/N?”

“Yeah,” Y/N says, smiling, “It’s me.”

“Remember, I told you to call me Alice.” 

Y/N chuckled, “I know, it just feels wrong.”

“Now, I’m not saying that this isn’t a nice surprise, you calling, but may I ask why?” Alice asks.

Y/N paused, “I had no one else to call.”

“Are you okay, Y/N?”

That was the moment when Y/N let everything out. Everything she had been feeling, all her thoughts about leaving, all about her mother and the letter, everything about Eddie. All of it came crashing out like a waterfall. 

As Y/N spoke, Alice didn’t interrupt her once, only giving her occasional hums to say to her that she was still listening. Y/N finally felt relief to get everything off her chest. 

“Now would you like to tell you what I think?” Alice asked.

“Please…”

“Leave,” Alice says, “Y/N ever since you were a child you would be so excited to perform for everyone but now that you are doing it, it’s doing you more harm than good. The best thing you can do for yourself is to leave.”

“But I don't want to let anyone down.” Y/N says.

“You planned to leave at the end of the week anyway,” Alice says, “What’s the difference in leaving a few days earlier?”

Y/N sighs, “Nothing, they’re just my friends and I don’t want to ruin that.”

“From what you described to me about them, they understand.” Alice says, “And another thing I need to tell you is to do this for yourself, not for anyone else. You’ve been through a lot and you need a chance to find yourself again.”

“But I feel like myself with Eddie.” Y/N says.

“Are you saying that because you mean it or are you trying to convince yourself of it?” Alice questions.

Y/N was quiet as she took in the question. 

“There’s your answer, Y/N.” Alice says.

“Well I did at first, but lately-”

“You’ve been feeling different,” Alice says, “Y/N, this doesn’t mean that you’re not in love with him because from what you’ve told me, you are. But you need some time for yourself, figure out who you are.”

Y/N sighs, “I hate that you are right.”

“You always did,” Alice says, “Now I need to get going, but remember, you can call me anytime, okay?”

Y/N nodded, even though she couldn’t see, “Thank you, for listening.”

“I told you I’m here anytime.” Alice says before hanging up. 

Y/N continued to hold the phone to her ear for a moment longer. The longer she stayed in the phone booth, the longer she could delay the inevitable. Placing the phone down, Y/N stepped out of the phone booth and walked up to the bar, she ordered a shot taking it with ease, before she walked out of the bar. 

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The Master of your fate (Cal/Nigel/Tonny) - shortfic

Explicit // M/M, M/M // Cal Roberts (The Path)/Nigel (Charlie Countryman)/Tonny (Pusher I & II), Cal/Nigel // Tags: sex worker Cal, brothel owner Nigel, established relationship (sort of) Cal/Nigel, omegaverse, alpha Nigel, alpha Tonny, trans omega Cal, female omega to male omega, gay awakening, closeted character, Uncle Nigel, Nephew Tonny, Uncle/Nephew, Alpha/Alpha, Alpha/Omega, Alpha/Alpha/Omega, cursing, reference to drug dealing, reference to past cult, Dom/sub, Dom Cal, Dom omega, sub Nigel, sub Tonny, sub alpha, punishment, praise, consensual voyeurism, blow jobs, restraints, tied to the bed, vaginal sex, feminising language used to describe genitals, face slapping, riding, dick slapping, hand jobs, anal fingering, masturbation, bottom Cal, top Tonny, top Cal, bottom Tony, top Nigel, dirty talk, knotting, crying during sex, ugly crying, face fucking, vaginal fingering, finger fucking, stomach bulge, slight come inflation, happy ending. Prompt fill.

Filling Nunar's prompt and also- @transhanniday Bingo: Trans A/B/O WGA's Cliterature Challenge (challenge to celebrate all versions of Will Graham with a pussy)

Nigel brings Tonny to Cal to experience his first time with a man.

The Master of your fate (4.7k words)

“Are you going to watch?” There was nothing seductive in the way Cal spoke to Nigel, but it made his cock twitch anyway. He never used to fraternise with those in his employ, but Cal had become the exception in that respect, and in many others. Nigel wouldn’t admit that he was whipped, even though he knew he was. 

Cal had been working for him for almost five years and they’d been fucking just as long. He was the highest earning Dom in Nigel’s establishment, and the only male omega. Nigel had never worked with omega Doms before and almost hadn’t hired him, but he was forever grateful he’d given him that first shift to see if it could work out. 

Nigel hadn’t known until the first time he saw Cal naked that he was trans. The pec scars and his smaller than average omega cock gave away that he’d started life as a female omega, not that it mattered. In fact, Nigel never disclosed this information to clients. By the time Cal had them on their knees begging him to hurt them, they didn’t care if he was trans or not - even those who might have had a problem before worshipping at his feet.

Nigel’s mouth was watering as Cal looked through the one-way glass into the waiting room. This wasn’t a peepshow, all of Nigel’s employees could refuse a client they didn’t like the look of, or even didn’t click with once they were in the room. Cal studied the young man through the glass. 

“He looks like you.” Cal continued when Nigel hadn’t replied. “Younger.”

“Yeah,” Nigel replied. The alpha in the next room was Nigel’s nephew Tonny. A troubled kid who needed to get the fuck away from his family. They looked down on Nigel for his line of work, called him a pimp, yet they were all fucking drug runners that would just as soon rat each other out as anything. Tonny was here for a visit and Nigel didn’t want the kid to go back to that life, even if it made his brother-in-law fucking mad. He’d soon learn Nigel was just as connected as he was if he tried anything. 

And this… This had seemed like a good way of getting Tonny to stay. To help him out like this, give him a freebie. Because that kid was so fucking repressed. So deep in the closet that he might as well be in fucking Narnia, which was fucked up and would never change as long as he went back to his shitty family with their ideas about male alphas only fucking female omegas. Backwards fuckers. 

Of all his employees, Nigel knew that Cal would understand. He had come from a fucked up background himself. Alcoholic mother, a runaway from a fucking cult that thought transitioning was ungodly or some shit. From what Cal had told him - in those stolen moments when they lay in bed together, coming down from their climaxes and caught up in the intimacy of it - it seemed more the case that the fucking cult leader just preferred Cal as a girl. And he was in charge, what he said was the fucking word apparently. And somehow Cal had found the strength to escape that. 

“You’re going to watch,” Cal said, answering his own question.

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[villanevehaus]

I'm so glad you liked it!!!

Combing back through it, I love catching all the little references to art and the very clear influence of gothic late-90s music video culture (I will never escape my depressed teenaged adoration for NIN's Closer music video.)

My misc. Hannibal adjacent vibes:

Re: Hirst (neg), my brain now just supplements Katz' death from Hannibal.

Nature and animals as part of identity/mind? black/white dog, vulture, JLo's antler-face-chain mask, JLo as almost a spider and boss Stargher's hunched gold cloak being a cross between the culture and a beeetle?, deer sculptures with victim, baptism setting, water in puddles and drips and rain and and and

FBI agent type person has to get inside a killer's mind to save future victims vibe.

Migraines. (me, Carl, and Will Graham out here eating tylenol like tictacs)

Bodily suspension (angel-maker).

Just very dramatic visual imagery sequences in general.

Body makeup/paint on D'Onofrio as the powerful Stargher reminds me of the dream sequence/illusionary Hannibal/monster stuff.

Parts I just like for what they are:

The proportions of the set and architecture change when JLo is with kid Carl, representing his lived experience of his memories even as shadows in his current mind.

Consistent theme of water and water's relationship to purity in Stargher's mind.

The victim cabinets/displays are just...something else. My brain wants to be like ick ick no because hurting women, but I'm also like yes this is exactly how I collect special interests in my brain and other people would be so horrified to be in here with me.

Adult Stargher has a lot of additional sensory noise experiences (high pitch whining, the bowl ringing loudly, etc) whereas child Carl is silent silent silent... suggesting both how he has changed and how his illness is impacting his cognition.

me got boy, boy me got :(((( --- (for real, as a person with a higher than average amount of trauma, the whole undercurrent about ways our minds react to trauma and attempt to build safeguards, no matter how faulty or harmful or shitty, and then Vaughn's speech about not blaming trauma for hurting people, ugh. i am in it, my friend.)

Pretty.

The costumes! That scene with the tremendous purple silk fabric just whipping around trailing behind powerful Stargher was like...wow. Some of the CG not holding up amazing, but so much of it still so cool.

I liked the choice of sometimes slowing or dubbing visuals with mismatched dialogue to create the unreality effect.

Art. (Nerdrum, Giger, etc)

I like the soundtrack. I have a playlist of songs that make me feel similar feelings.

Things that make me sad (because shitty of them):

Mental illness as violence (sigh)

Complete bullshit made-up type of schizophrenia that somehow is offensive to actual schizophrenic experiences, degenerative cognitive conditions, and autism ALL AT THE SAME TIME

The personal anecdote Vaughn's character uses to wake up JLo was changed from originally scripted (was an abortion, dubbed over to be about brother's death, which I find cowardly).

JLo has a water bed. What.

Probably other things I'm forgetting, but I'm tired.

I would love to hear more if you write more or if there are new things you catch watching it again with your gf. :D P.S. me got boy, boy me got :(

~ tme anon

speaking of Combing, i have located this ask !!!

yes yes yes to all your points, esp wrt to trauma and segmentation !!!

i like that you just didnt like that JLo had a waterbed. respect. you could Not catch me on a waterbed.

i feel like i would need to watch it again to have more fresh thoughts about it but i am still very <33333333333333

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i cannot WAIT to get my own place and live by myself first thing im gonna do is put the tv as LOUD AS I WANT and have mini concerts EVERY DAY

[wrenreid]

Just Acting

mature content warning for this story

Chapter Twelve

You lay down on the bed for a moment, a headache from all that's going on squeezing your brain. You're glad to be alone right now. To process. Matthew is probably the most confusing man, no, person in the world.

You had changed into an FBI hoodie you'd gotten when you joined the show, some cozy shorts, and fuzzy socks, forcing yourself into some comfort.

AJ and Adam come in your room to check on you. "Hey Y/n, you want to do something with us?"

"I'm not really in the mood,” you tell them, not looking up.

"You okay?" Adam asks, his head tilting.

"Just in a shitty mood."

"Yeah so is Matthew. What's up with him?" AJ asks.

"Something must've bit his dick harder than usual today. He's an ass.”

"I'm sorry, Y/n,” she says softer. It’s been pretty obvious to everyone that things have worsened between us.

"It's fine. I love being hated, ya know?" You laugh playfully.

She puts her hand on your knee. "I can talk to him?"

"No need. Y'all go have fun. I'll join you guys tonight."

They nod their heads and leave with sympathetic looks.

This weekend was supposed to be fun. But of course, Matthew had to ruin it. You should've known better than to believe he could actually be decent for a few days. You came here worried it would go wrong, and it somehow ended up worse than you could've imagined.

He'd literally told you your existence pissed him off. And then said he was attracted to you. In a rude tone. And a stupid rude look on his face.

Fuck him. Fuck this whole thing. You don't need him to ruin your weekend. You get up, slipping in your white sneakers, and head outside to meet the rest of the cast. Matthew is no where to be seen.

The 7 of you talk and walk outside for a while. The sun setting, leaving the sky in an orange, pink, and blue glow. Normally, you'd take a picture of the glowing sun reflecting off the lake, but you want to enjoy the moment. Plus, Joe locked your phones in a drawer.

"Ooh we should make s'mores!!" You suggest with excitement.

"Ooh yes!" Paget responds.

"I'll go get the stuff,” Daniel says.

You volunteer to go with. You, Daniel, and Adam head to the small grocery store a few miles from the lake house.

"Ya know?" Adam starts while he's driving. "I've never seen Matthew act this way."

"I don't want to talk about Matthew," you say from the front seat.

"I don't know what's gotten into him."

"Hatred for me,” you huff out.

"More like sexual frustration," Daniel says quietly from the back.

"What?"

"Nothing,” he brushes his mumbling off.

The three of you head to the store and grab chocolate, marshmallows, and graham crackers. You pick out some random metal pokey thingies to roast the marshmallows on.

You guys check out and head back into the car. You put on some music, even though it's only seven minutes of driving, because you don't want the boys to bring up Matthew again.

When you guys get back, you set up chairs around a little fire place outside the house and Joe starts the flames up. You go inside to get the booze. You down a whole glass of wine before bringing the rest of the booze out to your friends.

"Alcohol and fire. That's one hell of a mix," Daniel says.

You shrug, taking a drink of whatever concoction Joe had made this morning. You sit down beside Adam and Paget and jab a marshmallow on your metal stick. You stick it right in the fire, letting it catch aflame. You blow it out after a bit, then make your s'more. "What?" you say to everyone looking at you, "You gotta burn the bitch."

The seven of you hang out for a while until Matthew comes out to see what everyone is doing. He sits down. "Glad you joined us, Gube," Joe says with a smile, handing him a marshmallow.

You avoid his gaze, only talking to or looking at the others. Then, you decide to be a complete bitch for a moment. You catch his eye, stare him down with eye contact, and suck the marshmallow right off the stick. You smirk. Luckily for you, everyone else was way too busy laughing and joking to see this.

He looks away, not sure what to do. You suppose the alcohol clouded your judgment for a bit, or maybe just the fact that he fucking frustrates you.

"Hey Adam, can I have a drink of that?" you say, indicating to the drink he's sipping on. This was just another thing you wanted to piss Matthew off with. Maybe it'll work, maybe it won't.

"Uh sure," he hands it to you.

You take a drink of it, on the same side he was drinking from. When you're done you give it back to him, winking at Matthew. His nostrils flare. Finally, he's had enough. "I'm going to get a drink." He says, stands up, then disappears into the lake house.

You can't help but have a smug look on your face when you get up to follow him inside. You wouldn't do that if you didn't actually need to pee. You pass him in the kitchen, going upstairs to the restroom. When you come out, you see Matthew walking up the stairs.

"What the fuck was that?"

"Oh that back there? That was me knowing that my existence pisses you off, so I might as well have fun with it." You cross your arms.

"I didn't mean that," he sighs.

"Didn't mean what? That you can't stand me? That you can't even look at me?"

"I didn't say that. I said that looking at you makes me want to..."

"Want to what? 'Cause actually you never finished that sentence,” you say, tone of voice pushing him.

Before you know it, he's rushing at you. His lips connect with yours, hands on the side of your face. You're kissing him back. You're standing in the hallway between your rooms, kissing the guy you can't stand. His tongue winds up in your mouth and yours in his. He opens his bedroom door behind your back without parting your mouths.

You're in his lap, hands in his hair, tugging. Matthew's hands are on the back of your thighs as you straddle him. "You're such a fucking brat, Y/n,” he says, pulling back for air. You shut him up again with your mouth on his. You take his lip between your teeth, and he groans. In that moment, you forget everything. Everything but the two of you is gone-

"Jordan," you breathe, standing up.

"Yeah that's not my name,” Matthew says, looking up at you.

"Fuck. Jordan." You remember, you run your hands through your hair. "Fuck fuck fuck." You storm out of his room and into yours. He stops your door from slamming.

"Y/n,” Matthew says gently.

"No. Shut up. I have a boyfriend."

"C'mon,” he starts.

"No. Stop,” you're trying to slow your breathing down. "Ya know what? That didn't happen." You gesture with your hand between the two of you.

"Your swollen lips say otherwise,” he remarks.

He's such a bitch.

"No. It didn't. It was a spur of the moment idiotic thing from alcohol and frustration...Why did you kiss me?"

"Why'd you kiss me back?" he retorts.

"No. None of that shit." You say, gesturing his smirking face.

"You can't tell me you didn't feel that,” Matthew says.

"Actually I can. Because I didn't feel whatever the fuck you felt unless it was anger."

"Y/n..."

"Just go,” you tell him, running a hand through your hair.

He opens his mouth to protest, but doesn't. The first good decision he's made in a long time.

You plop back down on the bed, burying your head into the pillow. You scream into it, the sound only coming out as a muffled groan. You stay like this until Aisha comes up to your room around midnight.

"Hey girl, what's up?"

"Just annoyed,” you tell her, but you don’t entirely mean at Matthew this time.

"Ah, sorry,” she nods.

"It's fine," you sit up against the headboard. "I'm fine. I just need a shower." Yes that's it. A shower will help you feel better. Maybe.

You let the water hit you as you try to wash away the whole thing that just occurred with Matthew. You wash off his taste on your mouth. You don't know why the hell you did what you did. You could've pushed him away, but you didn't. You lost control. You never lose control. You don't even see him like that. All he is to you is a stupid castmate that loves pissing you off. That's all.

You wake up earlier than everyone else. You barge into Matthew's room, waking him up.

"You here for another makeout shesh?" He asks, gloating.

"No. I'm here to tell you that last night was obviously a mistake, and I'm sorry I kissed you back. It was stupid,” you say to him.

He nods his head, agreeing. “I’m sorry I kissed you.” There's something in his voice you can’t detect.

"I think it'd be best if we didn't talk to each other other than when filming,” you suggest, your head down.

"Oh,” he says. "What about the bonding?"

"Shit." You can't lose your job over this. You need this job. You love this job. "Fine. Bonding. But when we're together we're Delilah and Spencer. That's it."

"Right. Delilah and Spencer,” Matthew nods.

chapter thirteen

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[charmed-asylum]

RUMOR HAS IT

Pairing: Dark Steve Rogers x Angelina Fury (OC) Word count: 7,329

SUMMERY: Life was perfect for American boy, aka Steve Rogers. Great friends, hot cheerleader girlfriend, love and adore by everyone. Everything was perfect till senior year when Angelina came around and an anonymous gossip column, Rumor Has It, threatening to expose everyone’s dirty laundry.

⚠️WARNING:⚠️. It’s gonna get dark as we get deeper into the story. No one under age of 18 read this. Many dark themes. Before you ask there gonna be some thing explain later on in the story. THIS CHAPTER IS LONG. BITCH FIGHT /MOODY TEENS BLACKMAIL/ SEXUAL ASSULT/PERSON BEING DRUG is some of many warning. Everyone is 18 while Steve cute as he is 20 and Bucky is 19.

A/n: I wanna thank @sage1998c for coming to me w this. I hope I make you proud. If you wish to be added let me know if you wish to tell me I need to sit my booty down okay let me know I got a donut really for my buttocks. Also sorry for the 50 days delay grad school and a shitty computer can do that to you. Also tumblr hates me huh

Based on this Request: Hi I was wondering if you would please consider doing a dark Steve high school au story starting Kat Graham as the main oc/face claim. I would really appreciate it if you would think about it.

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Pervious Chapter // Master List// Rumer Has it ML

CHAPTER 2: I write sins not Tragedies

Hot touch covered her with a pitch of cold sweat. Screams grew louder by the minute. A blurry vision of flames and hands came to sight. Quit whispers mumbled into white noise. Then it all went black.

“AHH” Angelina screamed out, jumping up in her queen size bed. Tears welcome soft cheeks. Bending over, she started counting back from 100. Without thinking, she traced the three-long line scar on her upper back.

Rumor has it now had over 10 million fans, and it’s only been out for a few months. It was getting harder to please folks and keep others in check. But she was cooking on something big. Something that makes those tiny tales and stories sounds like a nursery rhyme.

She turned to her side and pulled out her NIKE runner shoes from under the bed and keys decided it was a good time to run.

Zipping up her red Fabletic hoodie, she sneaked past the nosy shower and unprompted concert her dad was giving them out the front door. She felt something she had been feeling for two weeks now, a presence lurking around her. Bending down to tie her shoes, she checked for the flip blade she had hidden in her sock. Angelina slowly peeks in the reflection of the side mirror to see if it was anyone, none.

No one knew it, Angelina reminded herself.

Getting up to stretch her back a bit, securing her nightstick she stole from her dad the day she came back.

The breeze felt good as Angelina jogged down the empty suburban streets. The only people out were the newspaperman and a few crusaders that survived last night. Felt good.

“ On you left,” a voice shouted out before passing you.

A childish chuckle left as Angelina pushed a bit harder to catch up. Trying harder as hard as she could, she finally caught up to Steve, shouting out, “on your right.”

They both kept pushing one another, trying to win. After a bit, Angelina had to stop and ran into a neighbor's front yard. Steve shortly joined beside her. He was laughing a bit harder than average, holding his lower stomach.

He turns to her and stares. She was out of breath, puffing her chest in and out, making it pop out a bit in her navy blue sports bra.

“ Ain’t you a bit out of place, Rogers,” Angelina said, still out of breath.

He didn’t say anything, just watched as the sweat dripped down her neck and her chest went up and down. He wasn’t going to say anything to her, but he couldn’t stop himself. Steve has been doing that a lot lately by coming by to watch her house. After the second set of pictures Brock gave him: her in the girl locker room and coming out of the pool, he needed more. He looked down at her crotch area. Those panties would do, he thought to himself. He was already making a plan to pop in while she was away at cheerleading practice. That was the newest thing he did. It started two weeks ago when he started to come over. The window was open, and again he found himself going through the principal bedroom.

“ Not even Bucky can keep up. Is there anything you can’t do” Steve asked, lending his on the right hand?

“ Pee standing up is for one, so I guess you beat me there, for once,” Angelina said, slowly getting up.

Sweat peaks from under her sports bra. Steve had this discussion with himself for a bit, but he concluded she was 38c. As if the thought alone wasn’t making him feel something he should, her stretching made him grow incredibly hard.

“-Bucky, wow, he looks like a pig running around in the mud,” Angelina said, laughing at the memory.

He has been seeing her and Bucky together, never for long but always a couple of times a day. He tried asking Bucky about it, but he never answered, just told him it was nothing. He hated that he kept him in the dark and that he had secrets. Most of all, he had what he wanted, a relationship with Angelina.

“ You spend a lot of time with James,” Steve asked.

She didn’t answer him; instead of pretending, he didn’t say anything and looked at the mailman drive past.

“ Getting later than I wanted. Good run. Maybe next time, pace yourself better. You could have beaten me if you don't overdo yourself half a mile in,” Angelina said before running off.

The grip he had with the grass tighter. Breath stopped as he tried to calm himself. But it didn’t work. He knew she wanted him. It was plain as day, but she kept saying or doing something to upset him. He knew it was the price he had to pay after everything he went through.

Clicks of locks and chatter fill the abyss of the busy hallway—most in their groups, some alone, all reading and gossiping about the latest stories.

Rumor Has it some people were never taught the golden rule to treat others the way you want to be treated. It looks like Mr. Doom got some learning to do. Someone was voted most unlikeable.

Even if there wasn’t any news coming around, most people brought it on themselves to start up a game of it. Rumor has it. Make bets dares out of all of it.

Steve hated it. Instead of talking about the accomplishments he made like they usually do, it was all about that stupid blog. His jaw clicked as he sat back against his locker, watching them all go about their business. Shoulder push out to look broader chest out to show his status. With a bump, he looked down on the floor jackpot, he thought to himself. One thing he was waiting for was his little treats. With a simple swipe, he slowly took his boot and dragged it closer to him. His palms grew sweaty with nerves and excitement. Once, he was inside an abandoned bathroom close by the older side of the school, his office. He opened it and started to paint. There she was in the pool floating after-hours with her top off. Steve's thick fingers gently traced the picture right on her nipples and lips. With another hand, he dug deep and stroked himself, tracing back to her nipples. She did this, he said to himself over and over. She was the one who made him do this. He was a good Christian boy, perfect, and she was the apple of the sin dress in white—his Angel. The picture suddenly started to crumble as he released it. His face was covered in sweat, hair dripping flick to his forehead out of breath fatigue.

DING-DING

Fixing himself a bit, he ignores the warning bell. A few pictures and words cover half of his reflection. Once he felt everything was back into place, he quickly left the bathroom with a click of a key he had hidden between his compress with a picture of Peggy. Maybe he will play dress-up with her this week and have her wear Angelina undies he stole or something.

“Woo punk, where have you been?” Bucky shouted out from behind him.

“ Just huh, having some alone time before class. What up, jerk” Steve asked, pulling his sleeves into place.

“Huh, you ask me. You've been acting pretty weird lately. Look, it’s okay I’m okay if your friends are still with Nat. I’m onto new and better things now,” Bucky boosted.

He rolled his eyes at that statement. He needed more people he could rely on, not people that have him question himself more than another.

“ Nothing Bucky. Just pump about the game,” Steve said.

He sighs and mumbles something under his breath.

“ Just great. Typical you. How could you? I thought you appreciated good home values as much as I did. Why do I see you with Angelina? Was Nat the only cheater” Steve hissed into Bucky's ear.

Bucky stops in the middle of the hallways and pushes Steve into a locker.

“ Say that again. You can not be serious. This is all about her. How has nothing ever changed? What are you talking about” Bucky said, holding up his casted arm to Steve's neck?

More people came around to watch—the attention he did not want. Pushing Bucky back, he walked outside the door to the track field. Bucky follows behind like he always does. Steve looks around, making sure they outrun everyone.

“ I went to the gym after that thing came out and saw you with her. Seems very close. You did not know she was coming back either. So when did you two spend all that time together” Steve said harshly.

Pulling his hand down his face, Bucky sighs and looks at Steve with a frown.

“ Ten months ago. When I was at my darkest, I was in the hospital dealing with this” he stops and points to his arm “ I do not know how but she was there one night. She was in a hospital gown, black leather jacket with studs, and combat boots with candy and a little teddy bear on a motorcycle in her hands. Hours we talked about old days. For next week each day, she came by at night. The day you came over, she was gone. I asked around no one even knew who I was talking about. Stevie. Day she came to school on her Harley was the first day I saw her since then. She knew how hard and far I had come. She was checking I did not have another slip-up. That girl is a Pandora box, Steve,” Bucky said.

“ Why didn’t you tell me at the end of the line, Buck. Who are you loyal to, huh, me or her” Steve asked, pissed.

Before he could say something, the loudspeaker went on.

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, IN LIGHT OF ALL THIS BULLSHIT COMING AROUND I PRINCIPAL FURY AND LOCAL LAW ENFORCEMENT, DECIDE TO ISSUE A CURFEW AND A PRENATAL CAP ON ALL ELECTRONICS. TO ADD ON, I KNOW YOU MAY HAVE QUESTIONS BUT ALL CLASSES WITH MRS. HALL HAS BEEN SUSPENDED AND BE TAUGHT BY MR. COULSON UNTIL THE END OF THE YEAR. IF YOU HAVE ANYTHING THAT CAN BE USEFUL TOWARDS THIS OPEN INVESTIGATION, COME TO MY OFFICE OR A TEACHER.

Bucky looked at Steve then down at his phone as it started to light up.

“ That's Tony he said; come to the fountain. It's an emergency,” Bucky said and rushed past Steve but not before he could bump his shoulder into Steves. Steve frowned and punched the brick wall as a bit of blood covered his fingers; he glanced at his apple phone:

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Everyone settled around in front of the school, sitting down on its school fountain. Nat at the end with Bruce talking, making out. Tony next to Pepper talking over a class project and Peggy in her cheerleading uniform fixing her makeup. Angelina linger by a nearby tree in her mom jeans with a black belt with a heart on the front black tank top tuck in with crystal necklace wrap around her neck in one of her dad’s old flannel drooping over her tiny frame hair bone straight with her bangs tipping the top of her glasses reading Little Women.

Steve and Bucky rush to the group out of breath.

“ Tell me this is not true,” Bucky said, holding his phone up.

Tony peeks up from his shades and looks at the phone.

“ Yeah. Sam was pulled out from class. Next, I knew he was screaming at Fury. Hall has not left the office. Who would have known about this? This is next-level shit,” Tony said.

“ It has to stop. Who can be able to do something like this” Nat said, a little sad?

“ Was not me that all I know,” Peggy said.

Angelina pops off from the tree and walks over.

“ Peggy, no one said it was you. Stop with the William Shakespeare dramatics,” Angelina said with an eat-shit grin.

Peggy looks at her then back at Steve.

“ We know someone like you can not be behind it. It has to be someone else who would know of this. Teacher or something,” Steve said.

“ Yeah. I got better things to care about like Prom,” Peggy said, playing with her mirror.

“ I thought you did not care about this shit. Why do you care? Maybe it's your dad, and you're trying to cover it up,” Steve said with his hand intertwined with Peggy's.

“ You're right. It makes the most sense. My dad is the principal. However, he doesn't give a shit about all this. And he still has a flip phone. Stevie. I care because they outed me. They did everyone, but one, two, and three,” She said, pointing to Steve, Tony, and Pepper.

“ Hey, I am an open book. Alright. So leave me out of this,” Tony said, getting up.

Angelina laughed.

“ Just making a point,” Angina said, pulling her vape from her flannel pocket.

“ Anyway. I was thinking. Sam can not be alone. I am going to throw a party tonight,” Peggy said.

Brock talks over just that and screams,” PARTY AT PEGGY HOUSE TONIGHT.”

“ I assume this is open to everyone or stick up the ass club. Hey, sweet cheeks,” Brock said, giving Angelina a wink.

“ And with that, I am out. Too many Breakfast Club rejects,” Angelina said, walking off.

Brock let out a catcall and shook his head. “ Can you believe she is up for Prom Queen”?

Peggy's head quickly turned to him, “ WHAT.”

Brock smirks at her discomfort and walks off.

“ Maybe it's him,” Bucky stated.

With that, Steve nods and watches as the two walk further away. Tonight might be perfect.

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Fury marches back and forth. Fist under his chin, thinking. Angelina had her feet up on the chair, looking over Gram and texts to a few people.

“ I do not know how this happened. Hall is one of my best teachers. Two years. Sam is 18 now, which means since he was 16. That rape. Shit. Maybe I should rethink this curfew,” Fury said.

“ You and I both know you can not judge a book from its cover,” Angelina said.

“ Still, this is not good. What if one of these things makes someone do something crazy” Fury said.

“ You're right—your right, Fury. You tried to, and I do not know, hack it, see who is doing it. Can you do that knowing a guy” Angelina asked?

He shook his head.

“ You're my guy. Honey. I figured it out. Who is blowing up your phone” Fury asked with an eyebrow bend?

“ A friend. She wants me to come over. But maybe we can chill and stay in—play monopoly. Like we used to do,'' Angelina said, putting her phone down.

Bucky came in before stopping.

“ You wanted to see me,” Bucky said.

Fury looks at Angelina, then at Bucky.

“ Yes, Yes. Honey. Go over and be back by 10. I need to talk to Bucky,” Fury said. With a nod, she salutes Fury and walks out.

Fury waited a second before walking over to his desk and sitting down.

“ So James. Have anything for me” Fury asked.

“ No, Sir. Nothing,” Bucky said, shrugging his broad shoulders.

He nodded and hummed to himself. On his desk were a picture of him and Angelina and a woman in her forties.

“ Keep an eye out. I am doing a lot to make sure no one knows about what happened before. It would be a lot harder if people knew where exactly you were for those months,” Fury said.

Bucky sighs and rolls his eyes.

“ Yes, sir,” He said, then left.

“ Still think I am the worst Fury, Jamie,” Angelina said, waiting outside.

“ No, that bastard you called dad to be that. We gotta talk,” Bucky said.

She smiles and wraps her arm around Bucky’s neck and plays with his short bit curly neck hair.

“ And what is that?” Angelina said playfully.

Bucky looks at her lips before pushing her away.

“ Steve. He might know,” Bucky said.

Angelina's smile got brighter.

“ Know what, Bucky,” Angelina asked, hand on her hip.

“ About us,” Bucky said, flicking a finger between the two.

“ No, he does not. What if he does. We can be friends. Or this about the two of you. Little fun you two have now and then. Does Bucky want to have him join? We both know you two love each other. You probably bit more than him. Maybe we can kiss and tell,” Angelina teases.

“STOP. I'M NOT GAY. ANGIE. WE HAVE TO STOP TALKING. BEING AROUND EACH OTHER,” Bucky hissed, holding onto her bicep.

She pulled away and looked at him.

“ Do not worry. So afraid of Steve. What can he do, Bucky? You are a bipolar Winter Soldier. Could you not talk to me at the party? I don't particularly appreciate talking to you when you're like this,” Angelina said and walked off.

Bucky slid down the wall and pulled his head between his arms. If only she knew how dangerous he could be.

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Party was starting to get lively when Angelina walked in hours after. Peggy had more than a dozen handwritten notes in her locker. She had to tame her before it could get worse. She was already inching to release the next rumor.

Streamer and unwrap condoms fell from the ceiling and plaster over the walls. Drake boom from the nearby speaker. She walked against the sea of people looking for Peggy but found MJ with Peter in the kitchen.

“ Hey Angelina over here,” MJ shouted over the loud music. Peter had his arms wrapped around her shoulder, bopping his head to the beat the best he could.

“ What up, Jones Parker? So this is a Marvel High party,” Angelina asked, standing across the pair.

“ Yeah. I know, juvenile. Peter here, though, has to make an appearance. He is popular now. Congrats on the nomination. You got me and Peter vote,” MJ said, taking a sip.

She nodded her head and looked around. Her eyes slowly stop at a pair of brown eyes. Who spotted a similar look, one from her past often used. A chill covers her bare shoulder.

“ Hey, you cold,” a voice said from behind her.

Steve stood there with Bucky and Peggy right beside her.

Angelina looked back to see the pair of eyes had left.

“Yeah, but it’s okay. Nice party Peggy. Guess you're more than a pleasant voice and nice boobs,” Angelina said nonchalantly.

Bucky sip on his drink and smirk.

“Well. You will be surprised by the many things I know how to do,” Peggy said.

Steve looks at her, and she must be still mad at the slip-up he had in the car, he thought.

“Did I hear a bitchy voice? I knew Angelina had to be nearby,” Tony said, walking over to toss an arm around her shoulder.

Curving her lips a bit, she bit down the never-ending need to roll her eyes.

“ Hey Tons, the only way you hear a bitch is by tuning up for tool R,” she said.

“ Cute. Well, Peggy Steve, I’m bored. Let’s play a game” he stops and looks around at all but one confused face. “Who's up for a game?” Tony asked, tossing his Tom Ford navy blue blazer over Angie. “ Sweet Peggy, be a host and get some more drinks,” Tony said, taking a sip of his drink.

“ No, I do it. I do not drink anyway. Peggy, which way” Angelina said, pushing from the counter.

“ That way, it's in the wine cellar,” Peggy said with a bit more sass.

Angelina rolled her eyes. Peggy really can not be mad at her for still getting nominated. Before she could cross past Peggy, she blocked her way out and gave Steve a passionate kiss on the lips. She was smudging her Bésame 1946 Red Velvet lipstick across his pink lips catching the whole room in shock.

“ He mines Bitch. Just like Prom Queen. Trash Bitch” Peggy hissed into her ear.

“ Whatever. I do not want him or care for the title. You're just a sad excuse, little girl. Soak it up. Because you are popping baby number four before you're 21,” Angina said toe to toe to Peggy.

Peggy frowned that it was something she confided in Angelina when that first night they were together. She was not even mad at her but the man she had just kissed. She always envies Angelina. Angelina knew that very much and always used it against her.

Angelina looks at the crowd around them and flips them the finger.

“ FUCK PLAYING GAMES WHO UP FOR TRUTH OR DARE,” she shouted out.

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Steve watches from across the circle at Angelina laughing at Peter trying to do the Unlock it ( Lock it) dance. He tried to talk to her, but Peggy was extra clingy.

“ Hey, have you heard from Sam?” Scott asked.

“ No. I haven't; he is not here?” Steve asked.

Peggy snorted at Sam's name.

“ Poor Sammy, baby. Now he is a boy I should have fucked. I bet he got a big fat dick,” Peggy giggled into Steve's sleeve.

“ She's just drunk,” Steve said, grabbing Peggy up.

Angelina stops and looks at the two.

“ Need me to lay her down?” She asked for a brow bent with suspension.

“ No, she's fine. Can you grab me some water” Steve asked?

Peggy pushes past Steve rocking back and forth.

“ I do not need a man or woman to help me. I fucking Marget Carter. You all should bow down and worship me. I am everything you losers are not. With a snap of the finger, I can end you,” Peggy said on baby deer feet.

Taking her arm, Angelina pushed back everyone.

“ Peggy, shut the fuck up. No one is trying to do anything to you. She is drunk. MJ Nat help,” Angelina said with others walking behind her.

Tony started to slow clap, laughing. “ One hell of a bitch, but damn, that demanding tone makes it even harder for me.”

Brock started to laugh with a bent-over wheezing laugh.

“ Follow me,” Steve hissed into his ear when everyone decided to watch Halloween instead.

Brock waited a bit and followed the golden prodigy to the garage. As soon as the door closed, Steve’s elbow was against Brock's neck. Eyes dark as the midnight sky, Steve pushed a bit harder.

“ You know, when I was younger. I had a pet dog. I loved that dog. Skippy was his name. He and I were unbreakable. Everywhere I went, he went. All until one day, Skippy decided to chew my GI Joe action figure. Even at my weakness, I still was able to snap that bitches neck into two. You, I do not like you. So what stops me from snapping this neck and tossing you beside Skippy” Steve said with a wide grin.

With one hand, he pulled a baggie of Brock's drugs and flicked it back and forth.

“ My sweet angel. As spicy as she is. She is a good girl. No drugs or liquor. Smokes only organic. She is perfect but if she likes anyone else who takes this she will be…. Well, fuck up. I want you to slip these into her drink and take some up-close pictures. Maybe one with a dick. With your phone this time. You got until the last person leaves this party if not. Before you even reach your car. Cops are up to your ass,” Steve said.

Brock's eyes grew ten times big.

“ You fucking stupid. That fucking jail time. I will be someone bitch. Fuck that. Angelina strong you think she will allow me to slip her a pill, you crazy man” Brock said, pushing Steve.

“ Did you forget? You are only one person bitch, and that my bitch. And I am ten times crazier than anyone you are ever going to meet,” Steve said, letting go and flicking the bag of drugs to his feet.

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She watched from the corner as MJ and Nat both gave up and left. Peggy had locked herself in the bathroom about five minutes ago, which led her to now pick the door open.

With one hard push, the door swung open.

“ You do care,” Peggy said with her arms wide open, mascara running.

“ That is a stupid question. You know I do. I shouldn’t with the crap you pulled down there. You were about to spill it. All we have done down the fucking drain,” she said, shaking her head.

Angelina looked at her and sighed, then got on her knees and put Peggy's cheeks into her tiny hands. Her ruby red nails gently rub her cheek.

“ You know I care. I didn’t know about the prom thing. I didn’t. It doesn’t matter if that’s why you're upset, don't worry, it’s just some silly contest. I used to be like you. I look at all the wrong reasons for validation. It became a drug I feed on. In the end, it was that same thing that ended up almost destroying me. “ Angelina said softly.

Peggy pushes at her and frowns.

“Nothing wrong with me. I got you and Stevie. We are going to be remembered for decades after we are gone. I heard something that can make us go to the next level,” Peggy whispered, pulling out a small baggie.

“ You shouldn’t depend on anyone. For most men. They only care about themselves. When I was younger, I learned about the 1st boy who showed me attention. I gave them a part of my sanity. To get it back, it cost my peace my soul” she stopped talking and touched her back “ Alright. If you feel it’s big, we put it in for the next one. You remembered how I taught you” she asked. Peggy went to grab her phone when there was a knock.

They look at each other. Angelina hushed Peggy's giggles and went to the door. Peaking out, she saw two glasses of water and a thing of pills. Picking up, she started to turn when someone startled her, making her drop the glasses on the floor.

“ Fuck. Really” Angelina said, pissed off, bending down to pick up the glass.

Brock smirks down at her.

“ But come on. I got you a little something. Think of it as a white flag. I surrender to you peaches,” Brock said, blocking the door.

Looking up, Angelina rolled her eyes, “ Why won’t you leave me the fuck alone. That would be a perfect parting gift, Olgar”.

“ Now I’m down for pet names, but that won’t do,” Brock said with a snap of the finger. A group of guys came out from a room and quickly grabbed her.

Music got loud, bumming through her body. She lands a few punches knocking a few of the men screaming. Times like this, she wishes she didn’t leave her bag in the car. Brock's laughter overpowers the music. She is not sure how it happened, but out of nowhere, someone forced her to take some pills. She tried throwing up, but between fighting them off and stopping from snatching her, she couldn’t stop the feeling from taking over.

A familiar rabbit hole started to come to focus, and the world around her began to melt in the walls.

“ No, “ Angelina shouted, pulling up her hands clawing at anyone coming close. Her hands were bloody from attacking, and the glass found its way back across her body.

“ Damn your one wild kitty. I know I’m supposed to be a gentleman to you and all, but you're too damn good to pass,” Brock teased.

“ Fuck you,” Angelina said wobbly.

Guys around her laughed as she kept trying to stand her ground. More she tried to fight the weaker she felt the world was bright lights and circles. Music started to flip words coming into her ear backward. Floors began to cave in. With one last warrior cry Angelina passed out.

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Steve waited downstairs by the rest of the guys listening in and out of whatever conversation they were having, putting in the bare minimum. He was over the whole thing till something caught his attention.

“ Man, she is one hell of a fighter. DAMN I hope Brock allows me a turn after he is done with her. I always wanted to fuck a black chick,” Jeffrey said, coming down with the rest of the Strike Gang.

He looked around for Angelina. Nat did mention that she was checking on Peggy, but how could Brock get a hold of her. Maybe giving him free rein wasn't the best idea.

“ Hey, have any of you seen Peggy?” Steve asks, looking around.

Everyone either shook his head or said no.

Taking each step by, too, he called out for Peggy but was looking for Angelina.

Little far up, he could see an intoxicated Peggy slowly walk out.

“ Where have you been?” Steve asks.

“ I don’t remember Fury was there, and she left. I came out, but Brock was with some chic,” Peggy snorted.

“ A girl,” Steve asked.

“Mmm,” Peggy said, playing with her nails.

Steve pushed past Peggy and into the room she had just come from. Brock was on top of someone grunting like a wild beast's hand around one's throat. Closer, he got more; he could see his poor Angel. Her eyes were close, but he could tell she was afraid tears would roll down her face, and her hands would come up to try to attack him time and time again. Anger grew by the minute. The more he watched, the angrier he got.

“ WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” Steve shouted out aloud.

Brock slowed down a bit and turned around to him; out of breath, he smiled, “ Getting my award.”

Steve jumped on Brock and started to attack him left, right, left-right. Even past the sound of bone cracking, he did not care. He was furious at himself. Punches after another until a sound breaks. Like a sweet violin, her cry broke. Slowly finding his footing, he stumbled to her, who was half undressed, dry blood covering across her body. With a bloody hand, he wiped the sweat off her face and gently picked her up bridal style, and walked out.

People surround the pair as he walks down the stairs. No matter how loud they tried to get though to talk, he didn’t answer. He didn’t listen. He just walked her out. To them, he was a hero without his plan work, without a doubt.

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- 2 and ½ weeks later -

“ And I knew. I had to do what I was born to do and protect my people. Steve stopped and thought about it, then scratched on his flashcards. Angelina was still out, and he decided to wait, asserting that she was his girlfriend.

“ I had to do the right thing. No one should have to go through something so horrible” Steve smirks at that one.

“ Mr. Rogers. Principal Fury is ready to see you,” Secretary said.

Fury was standing by the window, looking at the front of the school.

“ I am proud of my values. Work I put into this world to make it a better place, but what happened to my girl. Have to excuse my tardiness. I would have talked to you before today, just priorities. I should have protected her more,” Fury said, looking out.

“ Sir, I promise you that you did a hell of a job. They said she put up a fight, and they're going to find Brock soon. I’m just happy I was there,” Steve said.

Fury looks back at him and frowns.

“ Still, thank you, Mr. Rogers. We want to invite you to our house for dinner—you and your family tonight. Monday, I was hoping you could come back, and we can discuss your future. I have connections that can take you far,” Fury said.

Steve looks down and smirks. Life has been great; Angelina was on his side since she was in the hospital. Steve made sure to visit her once a day. Every day he would come by and leave her homework for her and even make her a unique blend of soup. With that, they grew closer. Everything was perfect, just a few things out of place.

“ Thank you, sir. I am there,” Steve said, getting up.

Peggy was waiting for him right at the front door in her cheerleader uniform.

“ Took you long enough. You know I never thought it would take me to have to hunt you down to talk to my boyfriend literally,” Peggy said, walking behind him.

Steve laughs and continues pretending she wasn’t there already thinking about his and Angelina's 1st kiss. Peggy ran up in front of him, blocking his view, her arms across her chest.

“ What, Carter?” Steve asked, annoyed.

“ WHAT I TELL YOU WHAT, STEVE. I DESERVE RESPECT, “ Peggy shouted.

“ What is this about?” Steve asked.

“ Maybe I should tell them what I know. It looks like everyone forgot all that I can do what I’m capable of. I bet that bitch and your little friend Sam learn their lesson, “ Peggy said

Steve stops and looks back at Peggy. The parking lot was still crowded, full of eyes and ears.

“ Come, let’s go to Lover Lane later. Like how we used to,” Steve said, holding her side.

“ Really ?” Peggy asked, rubbing his chest.

Steve nodded and bent to kiss her roughly on the lips with a quick look at his watch as he hopped on the bike. He had wished the next time he came here was with Angelina on their third date, one he would eat her out for the first time. Well, at least with her awake, not knocked out from the soup he made. Not like this. He could not worry about any exes or people trying to distract each other.

“ Steve,” Peggy repeated.

He looked at her, still sitting in the passenger seat. It was darker now, and he forgot how much time had passed.

“ You said something earlier about Sam. Do you know anything? Steve asked, turning around, so he was facing her.

Peggy smirks and folds her arms over her chest.

“You used to take me dancing,” Peggy said, looking out the window.

“ We both used to do a lot. I'm asking you something, Peggy. Do you know who is in charge of this stupid blog” Steve asked once more?

“ You used to look at me like I was your one only, but I knew once that girl came back. I lost. You always talk about the one who got away. Never a name, but I knew. I hated that bitch. Now it hits. It was her. The worst thing is I can see why. I want to be better than her '' Peggy said more to herself.

Steve looked at Peggy like she had three heads.

“ Dance with me,” Peggy said, getting out of the car and into the cold car.

His hands were as white as snow from the tight grip he had. What was she talking about?

Getting out, he followed her to the edge of the cliff, “ Peggy, I think we need to talk.”

“She never wants a freak like you. It doesn’t matter how much you try. You're still a loser. I think I don’t know, but I know. I know everything,” Peggy hissed to Steve.

His eyes widened at Peggy, who was having a belly laugh. She was laughing at him, just like the way they used to. He didn’t even realize he was doing till he felt a tap. His arms were tight around her neck. She tried calling out for help, but it didn’t matter. Slowly she dropped to the dirt ground. Still, Steve squeezed tight. Eyes wild.

“ You are not doing anything to me. I'm ALPHA. You will not take away all the hard work I have done!!”Steve whispered in her ear.

After her heart started to beep, he held her tighter like a rag doll and danced with her under the starlight. He imagined his and Angelina's 1st dance.

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Brock trips over his left foot as he leaves his safe house, a bag full of crumpled 20s and 1s mixed with drugs poking out.

He has been on the run for two weeks now. When he first went to Steve for help, he was quickly dismissed. He tried to put his case, but it didn’t work. He was screwed. Not only up for second-degree rape but drugs too, it wasn’t good. He had to get out and make it to fucking Mexico.

Popping the truck, he dropped the bag onto the ground and looked in terror. At least ten cop cars pulled up as he continued to look in.

“FREEZE” they shouted out.

Brock slowly turned around pulled out a gun, “ It wasn’t me. It was STEVE ROGERS. I DID NOT KILL HER”.

After a few seconds, Brock started to fire back, trying to run away. POW POW

Brock stops running, drops money and drugs, now painted with his blood. A couple of inches from the car inside, a glass eye corpse of Peggy Carter was there.

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“Suspect is Down. Repeat Suspect is Down,” a voice said over the COP RADIO APP.

Steve smiles and fixes himself in the rearview mirror.

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Angelina tilted down to look at him, trying to get his attention. She had her hair down to the side in a fishtail braid dress in a white lace summer dress that went to her knees. She bit the corner of her lip as she waited for him to roll the window.

“Hey, huh, just warning you, my dad is in a bad mood. So please don’t take any offense to it. Now that over, it’s only going to be the two of us till he gets out of his study, “Angelina said, lending to the side.

“Oh really. Is that so? Principal Fury on the warpath. Think I need to bring my shield with me” Steve asked, flexing his muscles.

Angelina smiled and hit him on the side.

“Alright, the caption settles down. Come on, I’m freezing my tits out here,” Angelina said, rubbing her shoulder pushing her boobs together without notice.

Before Steve could respond, Angelina was already walking inside, swaying her hips a bit.

He thought having a taste of her would be the death of him but coming home to the smell of a home-cooked meal and Angelina in the kitchen might be it. She bent down to take out the roasted chicken. Across the kitchen island were different dishes and an apple pie in the center in a glass case. He could hear Fury from his study cursing and screaming at someone.

“You get used to it. Settle down in the dining room. I will be out with the food in one second, “Angelina said, putting the chicken on the counter.

“No, I can help. My mom would have my butt if I don’t help out the lady of the house,” Steve said, rolling his sleeves up.

“I’m sure if your mom were here, she would be trying to arrange our wedding. Haha, god, how is Sarah doing anyway” Angelina asked, fanning the food.

Steve came a bit closer and leaned over her shoulder, taking a sniff of her shea butter shampoo and sweet potatoes. Angelina looks back at him and moves away, taking a couple of dishes into the dining room.

A frown on his face went to the stove, turned the burner on low, and put his hand on it, trying to control his urge.

“Rogers, can you get the chicken? I’m going to check on Fury,” Angelina called out from the dining room.

She’s yours now; he thought to himself as he went and grabbed the chicken, without mittens, and walked out the kitchen.

Angelina was gone, probably checking on her father, so Steve decided to check around. Everything was perfect, from the spotless surface to the pictures of the two. He liked one more than the other. It was one of her in a pink tutu giving younger him a kiss on the cheek.

“Crazy how much time has passed, huh,” Angelina said, walking back in.

Fury was right beside her this time.

“Sorry about that. Steve sometimes comes home from work. Sit, let’s eat. Where is your mom?” Fury asked.

He could be honest and tell him he never told her; instead told her he was with Bucky and Thor.

“She’s working, “Steve said, rubbing his hand behind his neck.

“I packed a plate for her dad. Can we start? I’m sure Steve has better things to do on a Sunday night,” Angelina said.

“No, I told you I don’t mind being here. It’s the protector in me,” Steve said, pulling the seat out for Angelina.

She nodded and sat right next to him. Steve sat down and placed his hand on the back of her chair. After a prayer, they started to eat. Angelina not so much just kept playing with her food nodding at Fury stories. After a heated discussion on war fury and Steve vs. Angelina, Steve went on to help clean up. He watches her closer as she moves, looks, and speaks. The righteous bitch she could be was gone, and all was left was his Angel.

“So, how are you doing? “Steve asked, looking at Angelina’s hand, trembling a bit as she cleaned the dishes.

She looks over her shoulder and smiles at him, “I would lie to you, Rogers, but I don’t think I have it in myself. He has me stuck here only to see a few people, mostly you “she stops to look at soap slipping through her hands and picks it up to the light “Like any sanity I have is slipping away from me. What are you without that” Angelina said, shaking her hands clean?

As if it was an open invitation, Steve came up and held her hands. He gently rubbed his thumb against her hand look deep into her eyes, and, taking a deep inhaled, the scent of her perfume and the rest of the pie on the counter. For a glimpse of a second, he saw the little girl that adored him that followed him around and called her Ms. Steve Rogers with a strawberry flavor ring pop holding heavy on her ring finger.

“Let’s go then. Anywhere you want. Let me keep that promise I made when we were kids. I take care of my Angel. I’m important now the strongest person ever. No one can hurt you say the word,” Steve said, touching her cheek, warm to the touch.

Her thin lips parted a bit before she moved back to the sink and braced herself firmly with her hands holding tight. “Sorry, Rogers, that girl isn’t here, and she left the same day you stopped caring. Now help me clean up a big strong man,” Angelina said, poking her finger into his chest.

“I’m not giving up on Angelina Fury,” Steve said, coming close, looking down at her.

📰📰📰📰📰📰📰📰📰📰📰📰📰

Angelina slows her pace as she walks through the hallways. Everyone was looking at her and Steve, who would leave her side since that night. Everyone was whispering but about what. The grip around her waist got a bit tighter differently leaving bruises among old ones from a past life. Felt like a twisted mirror all wrapped in a bow.

“Maybe I can just meet you later,” Angelina said.

“What no. Don’t worry. We are almost at the locker, “Steve said, smirking down at her. His eyes sparkle glee, at least till he stops to check his phone. “FUCK” he shouted.

[darling-i-read-it]

HCS for Will finding out you have a crush on him

Author’s Note: I love Will Graham <# I hope you enjoy lovely!

Warnings: self doubt

Requested: by anon, can we get headcanons for will graham finding out you have a crush on him like you did for billy? :D

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

Author’s Note: I love Will Graham <3 hope you enjoy lovely!

- hmmm interesting

- you have a crush on him?

- pff hard to believe but o k a y

- like come on Will Graham doesn’t ever understand his worth and when someone tries to show it to him he would rather fight them than agree

- he found out through like beverly or someone like that probably

- because you made it as obvious as you could you know, it was like it was blind if he couldn’t see it

- it annoyed everyone to no end how oblivious he is

- he just thought you were barely tolerating him

- like Will…..laughing at your shitty jokes, bringing you coffee, driving you to crime scenes and making sure he doesn’t sleep walk is not ‘barely tolerating’

- when Beverly told him he just decided she was wrong

- he couldn’t have something work out for him, that was impossible

- because he liked you too

- but Beverly insisted that it was the truth, that you had told her yourself

- okay maybe, he tells himself, just maybe you actually do like him

- and if you do what does he do about it then?

- he doesn’t exactly hide that he likes you too but much like him you’re too in your head to really notice

- Zeller, Price and Bev have to spell it out for you

- then it’s just a matter of who will make the first move

- Will drops some quips here and there, making jokes about you coming over more often than normal, suggesting you sleep in the same bed when you come to check on him

- instead of acting like NORMAL PEOPLE it’s like the two of you just kinda understood? Then moved on?

- you stood closer to each other, finished each others sentences, drove each other around

- Will said it very casually one day

- shaking a bit, worried a tad, he said that he liked you

- you told him you liked him too

- then it was that

- you two kissed one day before will left the morgue and Bev’s jaw literally dropped

- ‘When were you going to tell me?!’

- she makes it very clear that she wants front row seats at the wedding or nothing at all

[dilexit]

Chapter 6: Ouch! That Hit me Right in the Feelings

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✎ Wilbur x GN!Reader

✎ Word count: 1.7K

✎ Summary: Y/n and Wilbur learn two important lessons 1) Sand makes for some shitty bedding 2) Feelings are annoying as hell

✎ Warnings: Just some swearing and talk of a fire (Campfire), oh and for clarification the short film Y/n is filming isn't for their application for NYU but for NYU's film school because that is their deciding factor for if they go there or not

✎ Nothing much else to say except please don't ever take the summaries before each of the bucket list chapters very seriously because they are just kinda a joke. Also if anyone noticed I've changed from a DSMP/MCYT only blog into a multifandom blog because my hyperfixations change and while I still plan on writing for MCYT's I also have a new series planned for a different fandom just to try new things

……Friday After School……

“Dad, can you come to the beach with us and help us set up?” Wilbur asked while the two were packing as Phil had no faith in Wil packing enough for himself.

“No you gotta learn how to do it yourself son,” Phil said ruffling Wil’s hair while reaching for the plastic utensils from the counter behind him packing them into the bag. Philza was a big adventure person so Y/n and Wilbur were relying on him to make sure they were ok. Their local beach was a nice place for teens to hang out on during the summer but was less active during the school year. It was the perfect time for a ‘spontaneous’ camping trip.

“Alright fine I’ll get Techno to help me,” Wilbur responded but before either of the two even saw him, Techno muttered a no before walking out of the kitchen where the two were packing up the bags. Wil had just finished packing up his sleeping bag while his dad grabbed the tent from the basement.

“You ready to help me make the best short film that the Kanbar Institute of Film and Television has ever seen,” Y/n said, dropping their bags onto the kitchen table holding up their camera to capture Wilbur’s packing.

“Lovely to see you too Y/n,” Wilbur laughs as he looks up at their face, “Oh and hello people of the world,” He waved to the camera and Y/n giggled a bit.

“Are you almost done packing?” Y/n asked and Wil nodded

“Yeah Dad’s just grabbing the tent from the basement,” and as if on cue Phil had walked into the kitchen with a larger green bag in his hands.

“Hello there Y/n, make sure Wil doesn’t do anything stupid for me, yeah?” He asked handing the bag off to Wilbur who was putting it onto his back so that he could load it into the car.

“You know I always do,” Y/n saluted Phil as they walked out the door loading their bags into the car's trunk and backseat. Their car ride went by in a breeze and as did most of the night. They had set up camp around the far left of the beach to the spot they loved. Where their family would spend 4th of July’s and other obscure holidays. They were sitting in folding sports chairs roasting marshmallows and talking to the camera on a tripod that Y/n had set up earlier for some time lapse shots. The two were making smores and while Y/n was trying their best for golden brown Wilbur had given up a long time ago opting to lett his catch on fire.

“No because like I’m pretty sure I could take micropachycephalosaurus in a fight,” Y/n laughed as they were reaching for the box of graham crackers, “Ok here's my reasoning, A) the micropachycephalosaurus was a herbivore so I wouldn’t have to worry about it eating me and B) those things weren’t even four feet tall I could literally step on it.”

“Y/n, Darling, I’m so sure that if we were to run into a dinosaur no matter how short it is or how dumb it’s name is, we would both freak out and run away, we aren’t that brave.” Wilbur responded in a saccharine sweet voice to cover up the minor insult. Y/n giggled and tossed a piece of chocolate at him. He quickly ducked out of the way and the chocolate landed in the sand.

“You know this reminds me of our first bucket list item,” Y/n laughed before biting into their smore, not knowing if the sweetness came from the marshmallow or the boy sitting across from them.

“Oh yeah, smores on your stove top, I remember that. Seems like a lifetime ago doesn't it?” Wil asked and Y/n laughed softly nodding their head. “Feels so tame compared to the things we are going to have to do,”

“Is it weird that in a few days it’s gonna be over?” Y/n questioned

“What do you mean love?”

“This whole crazy adventure will end after three more tasks, one of them that feels nearly impossible. Then we are just finished, it’s like we have nothing tying us together anymore. What happens to us after we finish this list, what happens to our friendship,” even though Y/n had phrased it as a question Wil knew they didn’t actually want an answer. What Wil couldn’t understand was the pain he felt when Y/n had called him a friend, why did that word hurt him he knew he would always want to be their friend. He reckoned his silence was going on for too long when Y/n started talking again. “Sorry that got all sad I guess being this happy only makes you stop and think about what happens next,”

“Well then don’t think about the next, we are here right now and we are about to have the worst nights sleep ever so own it,” And just like that Wilbur knew just what to say to ease the tension and fill up the night with endless giggles.

……Saturday 5 pm…….

Wilbur had gotten home from the library with Sally about an hour ago and he and Y/n had already planned to call each other to continue planning their last week of adventures. As per usual Wil was sat on the floor at his desk with a picture of the list pulled up on his phone and other papers scattered around him. Techno was seated on his bed typing something onto his computer trying to drown out the loud teens.

“Ok so my next thing is that doing three things this week isn’t crazy but logically I can’t finish editing a short film in less then a day. What were we thinking because in order to finish this film we needed to complete number 17, right?” Y/n said referring to number 18 of the list: Finish Y/n’s short film

“Well, and I’m not asking you this to be mean I’m asking because I know you but, have you started editing your short film at all. You don’t need everything filmed to at least start working on it,” Wil asked, knowing Y/n probably hadn’t even finished uploading the old videos from their camera to their computer.

“Shit, you’re totally right I’ll start in a sec but one more question. How do I finish this short film before you turn 18 because if it’s not done then we technically didn’t complete the bucket list before we turned 18, and it’s not like I have the whole day before to edit with prom and everything?” Y/n asked, feeling a little upset at the idea of getting so close but failing.

“You’re right that’s a little more complicated,” Wil said before the two sat in silence thinking of an idea before Wilbur’s face lit up. “Here’s an idea: what if you bring your computer stuff to prom and just leave it in your date's car. When we go to- When we complete number 17 we can transfer the stuff into my car,” Wilbur huffed, thankful he didn’t accidentally let their plan slip. While Wilbur wasn’t one for holding a grudge it was always a better feeling to prove your twin brother wrong then anyone else.

“You know that’s actually not a horrible idea. I have a power source to plug my laptop into and I don’t need that much equipment to edit. Wilbur, you are a genius!” Y/n shouted excitedly, they both heard Techno snort a bit when Y/n had called him a genius but besides Wil sticking his tongue out at him, they had chosen to ignore him. “Oh also speaking of dates we both don’t have one yet, and especially now with this plan it could be easier if we go together. You know as friends of course!” Y/n’s stomach had swarmed with butterflies asking this question. They had wanted Wil to ask them to prom before but now was a better time than ever, especially with the added excuse that it was because of the bucket list. Wil’s face turned red as he scratched the back of his neck and even Techno could be seen in frame of Wilbur’s webcam awaiting his answer out of interest.

“So about prom dates, well actually earlier today Sally and I were talking and she had said she hadn’t got a date then I had said I didn’t have a date and well, she asked me if I wanted to go with her. And I said yes because I didn’t think it would matter much. I’m so sorry if I would have known you were going to ask me I wouldn’t have told her I would go with her,” Y/n was sure that WIlbur would have kept rambling if they hadn’t cut him off. While they felt their heart breaking they didn’t have it in their heart to be mad at him. Wilbur wasn’t being a dick on purpose he was just being an oblivious idiot that Y/n had come to love.

“Don’t worry about,” They said giggling a bit and his antics, “Please, it makes number 17 even better if we have dates to prom. Well if atleast one of us has a date, just promise me you’ll still hang out with me,” Wilbur nodded his head that's when Techno joined the conversation from behind Wilbur

“You know I wasn’t planning on going to prom but Dad made me buy a ticket just in case. I’ll take you,” Techno said from behind Wil causing both of the teens on call to be a little shocked. Techno hated school functions, they just weren’t his thing. But Techno loved Y/n as his own sibling and would hate to see them upset during such an important day for them.

“Wait really,” Y/n couldn’t believe it as this was out of character for the boy. Y/n knew he was an amazing human but he just wasn’t the kind to go to prom so that fact that he even got one was crazy.

“Yeah, as long as I can get the car I’m in, I’ll take you to prom,”

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[fvrxdrm]

Last Night (Leon Kennedy x Reader)

Pairing: Infinite Darkness!Leon x GN!Reader

Warning(s): Implied sex

This is about a dream I had a few nights ago. I added a few things at the end bc the ending in my dream didn’t make sense but I’ll explain it later at the end notes.

*****

“Ugh! She’s a fucking headache!”

The coolness of the air conditioning in the briefing room dried up the remaining sweat on your back and forehead and your hands went disgustingly sticky with the clamminess clinging into your palm. Fatigued and dozy you were, you were sure you were going to pass out right there in your seat.

You, along with your partner, Leon, were tasked to save Ashley Graham again, this time in a more urban part of Italy. When the president told you about her getting kidnapped again, you legit rolled your eyes and Leon nudged your side when he saw the subtle gesture you displayed. Had Leon had the audacity to disrespect people who had higher power than him in his line of work, he would’ve flipped the president off and took the both of you to a nearby bar. He wasn’t like that though, much to your dismay. He still had that “mama’s boy” attitude in him even when he left some of it during his “rookie day” or night or something.

You were close to rioting that time. They were going to send you to that fucking mission again with only the two of you and hand you both shitty-ass pistols with ten fucking bullets. Who the fuck does that? Wouldn’t you send the whole team if you, the president of the United fucking States, had a daughter that’s been kidnapped? Also, why the fuck didn’t they enhance the fucking security level? Hello? Parenting 101?

Leon crashed onto the couch beside you, making you bounce a bit, before shaking his hair from the grease and dampness his locks held. “Agreed. I might’ve lost my ears right there…again,” he grunted as he stretched his arms above his head and managed to pop a few joints in the process. “Wanna grab a few drinks after this?”

With your head leaned against the back of the couch, you turned to look at your friend with jaded eyes and a lazy smile. You nodded in response and slapped a hand on his thigh. “Sure.”

*****

You may or may not have had one too many drinks and danced around like a fucking worm on crack. Leon had one of his arms wrapped around your waist and a glass of whiskey in his free hand as he ground against your skirt-clad ass while you responded back with the same enthusiasm as him. Both of you were drunk, that’s for sure. Not only with pure intoxication, but also with a sinful desire; something you two unknowingly shared on nights where fingers worked their magic to bring you both to a blissful high. You knew they weren’t enough to satisfy your wants, but they were enough to calm your racing thoughts temporarily instead of committing to a one-time thing and bringing awkwardness in the atmosphere, at least you thought it would’ve been a one-time thing.

Leon whispered naughty things into your ear, things he wouldn’t have said had he been conscious enough to stop himself from making a move, and boldly dipped a finger in your skirt and rubbed your pussy through your underwear. He was going to make love to you, he said, and he would make sure that you would be his. You bit your lip as you moaned at his words. He was hot and you would gladly let him fuck you anytime, anywhere. And so, you agreed.

*****

Ring. Ring. Ring.

The provoking sound of your phone pulled you away from your dream. Your fantasy was so close to getting to the good part. Leon was about to fucking kiss you and then somebody decided to fucking wake you up! You sighed. If somebody woke you up this early then you guessed it was really important. So, despite being piqued and groggy from the sudden sound, you picked your phone up from the night stand beside your bed, not even thinking about how different your room looked, and checked the time before answering the call. “Hello?” You spoke, your voice raspy and your throat feeling like a thousand knives were stabbed into it. You also took note of how your head felt like you were banging it against the wall with so much speed and vigor and attempted to ease it down with a simple massage but to no avail.

“Morning, Y/N!”, the voice from the other line boomed, causing your agonizing condition to aggravate even more.

Ashley

You groaned at the contrasting enthusiasm the girl had and you had to slam the phone on the mattress to ground yourself and keep you from dying. “Can you keep your voice down? I have a headache right now and it would be much appreciated if you could calm down,” you said after bringing your device back to your ear.

“Oh, sorry. I was just going to ask if you could meet me in the church later? I wanted to talk to you about something while we get everything set for my wedding tomorrow. I tried calling Leon, but he wouldn’t answer. Can you do me a favor of telling him about it too?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll call him.”

“Thanks, Y/N! I’ll see you later,” she said. The call ended with a series of beeps and you slammed your phone on the bed again with your eyes shut tight in irritation.

I cannot deal with that girl again. Especially now that I’m hungover… But who am I to deny the president’s fucking daughter…?

You sighed.

Welp, time to call Leon.

You raised your phone up parallel to your face and was about to press Leon’s saved contact name when you suddenly felt an arm wrap around your torso. Your heart pounded. With eyes opened wide and brain waking up from its slumber in an instant, you slowly turned your head towards your left and almost screamed at what you saw…or rather who you saw.

Leon.

His chest was exposed to the warmth of the morning air, hair strands clamped together by oil and sweat that was starting to form on his skin. He was still deep in his slumber and you noticed how the round bulge tucked in his eyelids moved around as if he was exploring something in his dream.

Never had you and Leon shared a bed together. Those times where he would come over to your place for a drink? He would always insist that he could just crash into your couch in order to avoid invading your privacy.

You panicked at the situation you were in. You grabbed the hem of your blanket and yanked it up to check if anything did happen, and surprise, surprise; something did. You were both naked and you felt something drying up down there. You also started taking notice of how your vagina felt sore from probably getting pounded and fucked silly last night-

Oh, right! Last night.

You vaguely remembered how Leon touched your body while you two were getting drunk. You two were getting a bit too flirty and began groping each other here and there, getting more and more suggestive as minutes passed, pie-eyed and unconscious with how you were treating each other as more than friends.

Every corner and every wall your eyes passed was becoming a void of something dark, something you became anxious of. What happened would forever change your friendship and your relationship with him for sure. Hell, you weren’t even sure if he was going to stay by your side starting from when he wakes up in a few minutes. And as much as you wanted to go back and prevent that from happening, you couldn’t, and you had to face the music whether you liked or not.

*****

Sure enough, when you woke Leon up, everything was awkward. No words were exchange from when you prepared for the day, breakfast, and until Leon drove you both to the location Ashley had told you to go to. The silence rose hysteria in both of your minds. You were going fucking crazy. You were fidgety when you sat beside Leon in the passenger seat and the man would bounce his leg up and down when you hit a red light. You both were trying to avoid taking a glance at each other, but those inevitable moments that you did, you would forcefully smile at each other and then gaze back out the window again. That was the cycle you lived on for a few hours and you decided to let it stay like that until one of you broke the atmosphere.

You waited inside the church as you were told. It was only the two of you inside but you acted like a handful of people were sitting beside you with the amount of space that was left unfilled between you. You were biting your lip and focusing on the pillars and stones that made up the building until you couldn’t process anything that was happening anymore and stood up, studying the interior as you roamed. “Hey,” you heard somebody whisper behind you. You looked down to your wrist when you felt something warm and saw a fairly large hand loosely gripping onto it before looking up to see Leon’s eyes gazing into yours. You nearly got lost in them but thankfully, he spoke before you got stuck into your own stupor. “I just wanna say… I’m sorry. I-it’s not gonna change everything that happened but I don’t want to break what we have. I value you and our friendship too much for me to let it go. I don’t think we can forget about last night but if it makes you feel better…I-I-“

“Can we talk about this outside? I don’t think it’s appropriate for us to talk about it here,” you chuckled. Leon nodded in agreement before leading you out to where a garden caught your attention. “Listen Leon, I know we can’t just pretend nothing happened but… I don’t wanna let go of this either. I value this as much as you do and it would be crazy stupid for me just to just hate you for something we weren’t even conscious about or something,” you said. You both laughed in relief as the weight on your shoulders dissipated into thin air before you placed a gentle palm on his cheek. Again, no words were shared but this time, no anxiety was present. Instead, you felt like this was an intimate moment only the two of you shared. Something was being written in the stars and you saw every word the gods wrote in the eyes of the person in front of you both.

As cheesy as it sounded, you two felt like magnets were pulling you towards each other, physically and mentally, and in a matter of seconds, you found your lips being pressed against Leon’s.

It was like you were recreating what happened last night without even knowing the details, except this was slower, more sensual, and certainly more emotional, and you couldn’t help the tears that flowed freely against your cheeks.

“Come on, let’s ditch Ashley. Maybe we could relive what happened last night?”

*****

Okay, so in my dream, Ashley’s not getting married and she didn’t call me. Instead, what happened was after the bar scene, Leon and I got teleported in front of the altar and just fucking talked. And then we walked outside and what happened in the end of this fic happened in my dream. Lol.

I rushed this bc I’m tired.

[mirrorforevers]

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