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probably-writing-x · 1 year

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I’ll love you in the morning

Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary: Being in a relationship with Rafe meant arguments were a regular occurrence, a day didn’t feel normal without one. But the thing with you and Rafe - you never went to bed angry at each other

Warnings: Cursing, jealous rafe, fluffy as heckkkkk

Author’s Note: Been binge watching OBX for the thousandth time so it only felt right to write about it now :) Please send me any requests you might have, there is a masterlist on my page of everything else I have written for before, but am happy to take requests for anything and I’ll see what I can do x Have a lovely day angels <3

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You weren’t sure why he was mad at you, but it seemed to radiate in the space between you. It was obvious in the tension in his shoulders, the way his eyes wouldn’t meet yours, the way his jaw clenched when he heard someone mention your name. It was midsummers tonight, and he’d invited you as his date - making you one of the only Pogues here. The two of you had been dating for a little under a year, and your anniversary was coming up in a few weeks. He’d hated you at first, he just knew you as John B’s sister, a Pogue through and through, and that was enough in itself for him to have a bad opinion of you. But, a year ago, you’d both got drunk at one of the parties on the beach, and he’d argued with you over which can of beer was his, and then you’d woken up the following morning next to him on the beach. Though, when you’d gone to leave, he’d asked you to stay. And that seemed to be the basis of the start of your relationship - Rafe asking you to stay. And you’d agreed.

“Hey (Y/N),” It’s Sarah that walks over to you, looking seemingly fed up of the Kook atmosphere already.

“Hey,” You try to smile back, pulling your eyes away from Rafe.

“Everything okay?” She frowns, standing beside you at the bar.

“Your brother,” You roll your eyes, resting your chin on your hands in front of you.

“When isn’t he the problem?” She laughs, “What’s he done this time?”

“I don’t think he’s done anything, I think he’s mad at me but I don’t know what I’ve done,” You shake your head, “He won’t even look at me.”

Before you can say anything else, JJ and Kie come over to the two of you, JJ dressed in his full server outfit - convincing everyone but you guys that he might actually work here. You’d been friends with JJ since he’d met John B and you spent basically all of your life with him.

“Please tell me this will be over soon,” Kie groans, shifting the material of her silk dress over her torso, “I hate this.”

You were wearing a dark green dress that Rafe had picked out of the three options you found in Sarah’s closet of unworn clothes. It hugged your figure and sat perfectly around your chest, flowing down in silk over your shoes.

“I don’t recognise you when you look like this (Y/N),” JJ points out, taking your drink and finishing the rest of it, “Very… kook.”

You roll your eyes and hit at his chest, “Grow up JJ, I’m pretty sure this is the first time I’ve seen you in proper clothes ever.”

He grabs your hand when you push him and pulls you in as if he’s about to twist your arm. But an all too familiar voice cuts between you.

“Hey, waiter,” Rafe shouts, “My drink’s looking close to empty, get me another.”

JJ drops your arm and looks at Rafe with a clenched jaw, “Get it yourself.”

“I don’t think you want to talk like that to me here,” Rafe lets out a laugh, the kind that comes from deep in his chest, “These are my people, not yours.”

“Rafe stop it,” You sigh, trying to step between him and JJ before this escalates further.

“So why don’t you get the fuck out of here, and leave my people, and my girlfriend, alone?” Rafe’s words are cold, calculated, separate from so much of what you knew of your boyfriend.

You push JJ back and stand between the two of them, turning your body to look directly at Rafe, but his eyeline falls above you and looks over at JJ still, “Rafe, leave it out.”

He doesn’t look at you, walking away with that tension in his shoulders that didn’t seem to leave.

“For fuck’s sake,” You mutter under your breath, “I’m sorry JJ.”

He laughs, dragging a hand through his hair, “Come on (Y/N) we all know you’re the only Pogue he doesn’t hate, that’s not going to change.”

You take a deep breath and look towards the direction that Rafe had just stormed out to, “I’ve got to go, I’ll see you guys later, okay?”

“Let us know if you need anything (Y/N),” Sarah calls out from behind you, the only one of any of them that was somewhat close to being able to understand Rafe.

~~~

You know he’s back at the house, and you’re thankful he’s thought enough to not lock the door behind him. It’s dark in the mansion and it’s eerie when you’re alone like this. You follow the steps upstairs towards his room, relieved when you catch the sight of the light on.

“Rafe?”

“Get out (Y/N), go back to the party,” His voice is cold, harsh.

“Rafe what the fuck have I done?”

“Nothing, just go back.”

He still won’t look at you.

“Nothing? You won’t talk to me, won’t touch me, won’t look at me, you haven’t since we got to that fucking party. You asked me to go and then spend the whole night ignoring me? What the fuck is this?” You’re raising your voice without thinking about it, the anger fuelling the fire in your veins.

“Just leave it (Y/N), I’m fine,” He tugs off the tie from around his neck, “I’ll talk to you later.”

“So that’s what this is now? We don’t even fight it out?” You scoff, “I’m not doing this with you Rafe. I’m not having you make me feel like shit all night, ignore me completely, embarrass me in front of my friends, and then tell me you’ll ‘talk to me later’.”

You try to stop your lips from wobbling, stop your hands from trembling, stop your burning desire to fall into his arms.

“(Y/N), don’t act like you don’t see how people look at you,” He shakes his head.

“No, fuck you, Rafe,” You shake your head, letting the tears bubble in your eyes, “You want to talk about people looking at me? Maybe people were looking at me because you were ignoring me all night!”

“You fucking love it, it’s like all eyes on you, and you don’t do anything to stop it!”

“Are you kidding me? Are you taking the fucking piss Rafe?” You’re fully yelling now, “Who do you think you are? No, who do you think I am?”

He’s quiet.

“I’m not dealing with this,” There are tears spilling over your cheeks now, staining them with the running of your mascara, “If you think I love other people looking at me so much, maybe I should go to one of them, because they certainly wouldn’t spend an entire night ignoring me.”

“(Y/N)!” He calls, watching as you turn on your heel to walk back out of the house.

As you’re just reaching the front door, his scream rips through the house, enough to make you flinch. Your heart is forcing you to go back, but you defy it, closing the front door behind you and walking back out into the dark.

~~~

You’re not sure how long you’ve been down by the beach, listening to the repetitions of waves over the sand, the hum of Midsummers still going on behind you, the silence that always remains after a fight.

In all of the arguments you’d had, it never ended with you storming out. You’d argue, and yell, and disagree, until eventually you didn’t. You would meet in the middle, admitting when you were wrong, and explaining when you knew you were right. But it worked both ways and, that was the thing, it always worked. You’d be mad at each other until he told you he loved you and you told him you’d love him tomorrow, he’d laugh and know that you meant it, that you’d always forgive him.

Today felt different. Rafe felt like he was arguing with himself whilst he was arguing with you, and you weren’t going to listen to him accuse you of things he knew you’d never do.

You pull your knees up to your chest and wrap your arms around yourself as the chill starts to pick up a little over the beach, sending a shiver through your skin.

That’s when you hear him, stumbling steps over the sand until eventually they stop beside you.

“Can I sit?”

You take a deep breath and nod, still looking out over the water to avoid falling into the gaze of his eyes. Rafe takes a seat in the space beside you, so close that his arm brushes yours. Without a second thought, he pulls the suit jacket from around him and wraps it over your shoulders, his hands lingering there for a moment. You instinctively pull the material around you, breathing in the scent of his his aftershave that clung to the lapels.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N),” He sighs, and you’re sure you can hear a tremble in his voice, “I didn’t mean what I said back there. I’m not saying I didn’t think it, but I shouldn’t have said it the way I did.”

“Why did you think that though, Rafe?” You shake your head, still not looking at him directly.

“It’s not because of you. It’s everyone else. I see the way they look at you, it’s like as soon as you’re there, they all look at you like prey,” He clenches his jaw, “And I hate it, and then I see them and I think why isn’t it them that you’re with.”

“Is that why you started on JJ?”

“I shouldn’t have done that, I know,” He nods, “I’ll apologise to him.”

You can’t help but laugh, “No you won’t.”

He laughs too, and for a moment that’s all there is.

“I don’t want to lose this (Y/N), but the more I think of that, the more I convince myself that I am going to lose it, and that terrifies me,” He drags a hand through his hair, “I get if you’re still mad at me, I’ll walk you home if you don’t want to stay.”

You take in a deep breath and exhale, moving your head to rest on his shoulder, “The problem is, Rafe, I’m the only one that can put up with you.”

As if he is worried you’ll slip away, he wraps an arm around your waist and grips you tightly, his head turning to breath in the scent of your hair, “I love you, (Y/N).”

You hum in response, nuzzling your head into his neck more, “I’ll love you in the morning.”

He kisses the top of your hair, once, twice, three times, letting his lips linger on the third, “Do you want to go back to mine?”

“No.”

You can feel the panic coarse through him, like he’s worried this time is still different than the rest, that he’d be going to bed alone thinking of everything he shouldn’t have said.

“I want to stay here,” You mumble, snuggling into the warmth he seemed to radiate, reaching your arms around him.

Rafe laughs and it rumbles through his chest against you, pulling you as close to him as he can get you to be.

~~~

The following morning, you wake up to the sun. Rafe’s jacket is still draped over you, your head resting on the rise and fall of his chest. Your legs are tangled in his, and his arms are gripping you tighter than ever, his eyes still shut.

You reach up and press a kiss to his jaw, the closest to his lips that you can reach from this angle. He looks so peaceful when he sleeps, so innocent compared to what everyone else thought they knew of Rafe - because nobody else got to see him like this, like you did.

He hums against your touch, his body waking up before his eyes have the strength to open. When he can just about muster the strength, he pokes one eye open to look at you, stretching one arm away from you and tucking it under his head, “Do you love me now?”

You laugh, kissing his jaw three more times, “I do.”

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sortasirius · 3 years

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Celebrations

Pairing: Dean/Cas

Words: 1644

Warnings: mentions of abuse, my usual hatred of John Winchester

AN: I miss him a whole lot. Happy birthday, Dean <3

Read it on AO3 here!

When Dean turned four, his mother baked him a birthday pie instead of a cake. It was apple, his favorite, and made the house smell like heaven the whole day. Better than heaven, as Dean would learn when he was much older. They threw a party for him, surrounded by his friends from pre-school and their parents, they were allowed to run around the house because it was too cold and snowy to play outside for long. Dean still remembers the way that he slid across the wood floor to get to the umbrella base in tag, laughing as his friends chased him.

They had opened presents and Dean had gotten new Hot Wheels and two new Lego sets. He remembered that he got the first piece of pie with a candle in it, that they had all sung him happy birthday, and that they had ended the day with a snowball fight and hot chocolate in front of the fire that night, where Dean was curled between his mother and father, sleepily holding the little black muscle car he had been given in his hand as his mother stroked his hair.

That was the last birthday party he ever had on earth.

When Dean turned ten, his father had taken him shooting. They had stood in front of some stationary cans, a makeshift gun range in the middle of the woods of Colorado, and John had kept him at it until he could hit every target with his eyes closed. He had known how to hold a gun from the time he was six years old, but he swelled with pride when he hit one of the cans, looking up at John for approval, getting a half-smile and a hand ruffling his hair every so often.

When Dean turned sixteen, he spent the day in school staring out the window and wondering what his father was hunting this time. He wanted to be there, he wanted to be out there saving people, hunting things, protecting his father’s back, showing him that he was ready for the life. He wasn’t cut out for school his report card that he intentionally made worse than it could be showed that, he wanted to show his father that he was really made to be a hunter. Too bad he couldn’t even fake being bad at math and science, he always got As in those classes, no matter how hard he tried to fail them. His birthday gift that year was a 100 on a math exam. Damn.

When Dean turned eighteen, he had already dropped out of school to hunt with his father. Sam would stay behind, only hunting during summer break, focusing on school, which Dean had never been able to do. He and his father took out a pair of ghouls, and John had given Dean a swig of his whiskey as a reward. It was, in Dean’s mind, an invitation to becoming a man.

When Dean turned twenty-one, he got shitfaced at some seedy bar while Sam studied for the SATs and John was on a hunt turned binge drinking session. They hadn’t seen him in two weeks, but that was becoming more and more routine, as every time he was home, he and Sam would fight. Dean would always get in between, always protect Sam, and if that earned him a black eye or two, so be it, he would do anything when it came to Sam. They had thrown him out of the bar when last call came around, and Dean had sung happy birthday to himself as he stumbled back to their hotel, ignoring Sam’s bitchface as he focused on his flashcards, determined to escape the life that Dean knew he was stuck with.

Birthdays came and went like any other winter days after that. Twenty-two, thirty, thirty-six, forty-one, they all passed without incident, without mention, without name. Dean didn’t mind, it was easier that way anyway. At least, that’s what he told himself when he got himself a slice of gas-station pie on a solo hunt when he turned thirty-seven. He was lucky to be alive at all.

Dean doesn’t make it to forty-two, he misses it by a few months. Time is supposed to move differently in Heaven, but Dean still knows that it’s his birthday. He spends a lot of the day at the lake by his perfect little house, not really wanting to be bothered. He knew this day would be harder for Sam down there on Earth than it would be for him. That still bothered him, even in the middle of paradise, that Sam was hurting and he couldn’t help him through it. It was an adjustment, they all told him, something that you got used to, but how does he forget that he left his brother, the man he raised, that he loves with all he has, on Earth by himself. He’s not by himself, he reminds himself fifty or so times, staring out at the smooth, glassy surface of the water ringed with aged trees, he has Eileen, he has a life.

People seem to understand that he wants to be alone, no one swings by like they usually do to check in with him. They seem to understand that his first birthday in Heaven may be one that he wants to spend alone. Except for the dark-haired angel who settles in his own chair at the end of their little dock, sitting silently and watching the water with Dean. Dean occasionally takes his eyes off the water and settles on the angel, in his beat up Zeppelin t-shirt and jeans and boots, his messy hair and his bright blue eyes.

“Should I tell you happy birthday?” Cas eventually asks, looking at him directly, not out of the corner of his eyes, “Or is that not appropriate anymore?”

“You can,” Dean watches the minnows twirl in the water at their feet, not able to meet Cas’ eyes, “Are they looking for me?”

“I told them not to,” Cas responds, not taking his eyes off of Dean’s face, “I figured you’d need a little time. Many of them have been here for years, they forget that it takes some getting used to, especially for someone stubborn like you.”

Dean rolls his eyes but huffs a laugh in spite of himself.

“It’s not so much me,” he lets the words fall out of his mouth, uninhibited here as they were so often on Earth, “It’s more Sam. I still worry, even though I know he’ll get here eventually.”

“You raised him, it’s understandable,” Cas’ hand reaches for Dean’s and Dean takes it automatically, feeling the tightness in his chest ease at the feel of Cas’ strong, warm hand in his. He still wasn’t used to it, wasn’t used to having Cas to wake up to in the morning, having Cas hold him at night, having someone that understood him so fully, inside and out.

“Should I stop being mopey?”

“You know as well as I do that I can’t tell you what to do,” Cas smiles, “But I think Ellen might like it if you came to the Roadhouse today.”

“Why?”

“Because she wants to give you a real birthday party.”

Dean feels the way he did when he was four again: almost weightless with excitement. He doesn’t even pause, just stands up and starts dragging Cas to the Impala, speeding towards the Roadhouse and the idea of his very own birthday party in nearly forty years.

It’s just like he had always dreamed, one of those things that really made him believe this was Heaven and not just some made-up djinn dream. Everyone was there, everyone he had loved and lost and found again in the sprawling eternity that was this place. They had his favorite food, his favorite music, his favorite beer…everything was perfect. Well, he thought so anyway, until his mother came out of the kitchen with a steaming apple pie with a candle in it and set it in front of Dean. They all sang happy birthday, and he took the first bite of his birthday pie with a smile so wide he thought his face might split in two.

“Did you set all that up?” Dean asks Cas when they’re in bed that night, Cas tracing the freckles on Dean’s skin with his long fingers.

“No, I just planted the seed. Mentioned to Mary and Ellen that you might like a birthday party.”

Dean listens to the trees rustle outside their window for a while, trying to find the words.

“How’d you know?”

“Because I know you’ve never really been able to celebrate you, any milestones, any accomplishments. It’s not a hunter’s life. It’s not that I knew you wanted it, it’s that I wanted that for you. You deserve it.”

Dean closes his eyes at the words, letting them wash over him like a warm shower. He had never really thought he deserved anything, but he was starting to understand that, whether he deserved the party or the family and friends he had, he might, just maybe, deserve Cas.

“I want to give you a birthday party.”

Cas laughs, pressing his lips to Dean’s hair.

“I’m many millennia old, I don’t think I ever had a date assigned.”

“Pick one, then.”

Cas considers for a while, hands still running along Dean’s skin.

“September 22, the fall equinox.”

Dean doesn’t question it, just leans up to press his lips to Cas’.

“I’ll start planning,” he pauses again, steeling himself to find the right words, “Thank you. For today. I love you.”

“Of course. And I you.”

Dean falls asleep that night dreaming of Cas, of birthday pie, and of fall birthday parties. He learns to let Sam be, to be his own person, to celebrate himself, for a change.

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sofi220303 · 3 years

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My Weeb Hero - Leviathan (Obey Me!) One-Shot

Summary:

(After the events of Lesson 16)

After having a nightmare of THAT traumatic experience you had recently on the Devildom, you decide to ask Levi for help to forget your nightmare, and with a beautiful gaming night both of you get closer.

*Just read it for the fluff and to see Levi being cute with MC lmao, I suck at doing interesting summaries*

Before We Start:

Hi! Welp, this is the first time I'm publishing a fanfic in my life (Only because it's Levi's birthday and I love him, and wanted to post something about him), so please don't be too harsh on me and I really hope you all enjoy it! Thanks to my beautiful friends that were my beta-readers and also proofread my story (love ya girls!)

I wrote some MC interest and personality basing it on me to make it more realistic, so if you don't like one of the interest I wrote, change it to your own! I also have the same idea written but instead of Levi, with Satan, maybe if you like this one I will publish it, english it's not my first language so sorry if I have some mistakes, and well I think that's all, hope you like it!

My Weeb Hero

— I hate humans, you see. I hate them more than anything in the three worlds— while Belphegor talked all I could feel was the pressure of his cow like tail around my neck, pressing it harder by the minute. I tried to breath, but with every second that passed it became harder. I tried to focus my energy on pushing him away or taking his tail off me, but it was hopeless. My body felt heavier and I didn't have the strength to do anything; there was no way to scape, to save myself.

—...Why is it so much fun that I can barley stand it?! I... I can't contain the laughter! AHAHAHAHAHA!— his eyes that once where sweet and beautiful, that showed sadness and frustration, no, not frustration, but desperation because of being captive, now were shining, almost seemed as they where glowing in the darkness of the room, glowing with passion and satisfaction by my growing pain. They're all I could see with that smile that scared every last bit of me, and that laugh that echoed in my mind, suffocating me even more.

My eyelids became heavier and everything faded into darkness, but I could still see those glowing eyes and creepy smile with his laugh loudly resonating in my head...

Without breath I woke up from my dream turned into nightmare, completely startled by the memory. My body was shaking and my breathing was fast, desperate to get a grasp of air I frantically needed and still felt like missing. With a hand in my heart I closed my eyes to find it beating at an awfully fast speed. I laid back on my bed slowly and tried to focus on my breathing to calm down, without noticing I placed my hand on my face and started laughing, just to start crying the second after. I decided to go to the bathroom to wash my face and get some water... again those nightmares... great.

When I went back to my room I decided to check the hour on my phone... 2:45 am... perfect. I opened the chat on my D.D.D and scrolled down a bit. I'm sure he will be awake, it's not that late and he probably is playing some video-games, binge-watching some anime or rewatching the TSL movies again.

"Leviachan Otaku Lord"

MC: Hey! You up?

Levi: Yup, u ok?

Levi: Thought I heard some noise...

Levi: It's not as if I'm worried or something! Just wondering out of pure curiosity... It would be really unfair if you were with some of my brothers doing a sleepover like the other day -_-'

MC: Hahaha... it's nothing like that, just needed someone to talk to and thought you would be up watching smth or playing some games.

MC: Sorry to bother you since I know you don't like to be disturbed.

Levi: Hmph it's no bother if I'm answering you (-////-)

Levi: I was just watching a show, but it's really not that interesting.

Levi: Did you have a nightmare again?

MC: Yeah... the noise you heard probably was when I went to the kitchen to get something to drink ://

Levi: Do-do you want to come over? If you don't want to it's okay. Maybe is better if we only talk by chat, but it's not everyday that I give someone the opportunity to come into my biggest comfort place, to my beloved "cave" as my brothers would say.

MC: Hahahaha

MC: Okay, okay, if you want it that bad I will go.

MC: As you said it's not everyday that I get invited to your awesome cave lmao

After that, Levi didn't answer again. Gladly, his room was near mine so I didn't have to walk around the House of Lamentation making more noise and risking waking everyone up. When I got there I knocked on his door three times. After a minute or so, the door opened slowly.

—Come in.— Levi almost whispered hiding behind the door. Even though his face was serious, you could see a faint blush on his cheeks. He still wasn't used to people entering his room without coming to drag him out, play video games or watch animes or some movie, ask him a favor or look through his things, so this was still weird for the introverted demon.

Also, he knew how much I liked his room with the ocean theme and felt relaxed by it, so if that would help me get over the scare of the nightmare he would endure it.

—Thanks...— I said softly while sitting on his bed. He took some consoles from his desk and took some games before sitting with me.

—No worries!— he said while hurriedly giving me a console and the games to automatically look to the other side of the room— C-choose a game, we will play some... I thought you would like these ones... — he mumbled still facing the opposite side of the room but more relaxed.

—How about this one?— I took the same old loved Mariokart and showed it to him.

—If that's what you want... it's really a good choice since it's a classic that never disappoints to bring a great time. But don't think I will let you win that easily! Hmph! — he took the game and put the disc's in both consoles.

—It's really cool how you have two Nintendos and copies of the games to play with more people!— I said while preparing my game.

—As an otaku I need the limited edition consoles, and this Ruri-chan theme Nintendo had to be mine even though I already had that one, and the copies are pretty new, since I thought it would be best to lend yo... you know what? Never mind.

Even if he doesn't want to show it he can be really cute when he cares for others, I can't help but smile while thinking that.

—Are you ready to start?— he asks looking directly at me.

—Huh? Oh! Yes...— while concentrating on the loading screen I add— I won't take it easy with you too, I'm not willing to lose!

—Ha! Let's see if you can win to a pro like me, normie— he says surprisingly confidently with a smirk on his face.

After five rounds with two wins and three loses...

—Fuzz buckets! You ARE good at this...— I admit in defeat.

—Told ya, still... you keep up a good match...—he admits shyly— and did you just said "fuzz buckets"?? Really?

—Sorry not sorry! I just love Wizards and got used to saying it thanks to Douxie. Can't help it so don't blame me — I giggled.

—Hmm... I'm in no position to blame though, but why him??

—Because I love him and he is my fave. I don't question you when you say quotes from Henry, do I?

—No... you don't...— he fakes resentment and pouts, simply cute.

Without really thinking who I'm with, I lean on his shoulder. I can feel him getting a bit stiff but he doesn't move away and I take it as an offer to stay there.

—Hey... do you... do you want to talk about what happened? About your nightmare?— he asks a bit embarrassed.

—Just the usual... the demon from that time trying to attack me, but none of you is around to save me... and I can't scape because I'm cornered and I'm not strong enough to run or defend myself...— even though I wanted to tell him about the nightmare, I couldn't bring myself to tell any of them that their own brother is the demon in question, not even to Levi with whom I'm closer to. So I just used the story about that time on RAD when a demon of a lower rank tried to attack me while I walked to my next class. At that moment I was alone because none of the brothers took that class with me, but gladly before something happened, Lucifer, who was passing by, saved me and took care of him. Since then, at least one of the brothers would take the same classes as me, so I'm not alone anymore.

—I swear I will protect you... I might be a filthy otaku, an useless shut-in, but I'm strong enough to protect you. I won't let others hurt you... even on your dreams... so make sure to call me in situations like this. I can be your hero, like the ones on manga, and... I w-want to be your hero!— with a a blush creeping up on his cheeks and the tip of his ears, he declared this with such passion showing he was serious, but in a soft way that shows the regret of not being there at the moment the incident happened.

—Thank you Levi— I reply softly— can I stay here for a bit more?— I ask while closing my eyes and grabbing his left arm close to me. Another shiver comes from him because of that, but again he doesn't complain. I can feel his eyes staring and I'm mostly sure he is even more red than before. With a little movement of his head, guessing he is nodding, and a "hmmh" I finally fall asleep feeling safe.

I didn't have any more nightmares that night.

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atlafan · 4 years

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Take it Slow - Part One

a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry. (There eventually be smut, but this part is mostly fluff.)

You had been seeing each other for about three weeks. You still couldn’t believe you had agreed to meeting someone on a blind date. But you were so sick of the online dating scene, so when your good friend Niall from work told you he had a single friend, you jumped at the chance.

He didn’t have any social media, there was an Instagram with his name, but no photos of him. Only pictures he had taken. He was a photographer, and a good one at that. Niall had roomed with him during their undergrad, and stayed mates after graduation. You had wondered why he never mentioned this single friend before.

“Well, after your last break up, I honestly didn’t think you’d ever want to look at another man.” He shyly told you in the break room one day.

It was true, your last break up was a really bad one. It was barely even a break up though because you two were barely dating. You had sex with him rather quick, and after him blowing you off two separate times, he ended things over a text. This sent you into a rather depressive episode. You vowed to not jump into bed with a guy quite so quickly ever again, even if you really wanted to.

You begged Niall to see a picture of him, but he said no. You tried to snoop around Niall’s Facebook page, but you couldn’t be certain of who he was. All you knew was his name: Harry Styles. Niall wouldn’t even give you his number to arrange the date.

“I’ll set everything up for the both of ya, and if it goes well then you can both take it from there.”

You were happy to have a best friend at work. Your days would be boring without each other. You and Niall were two of the younger people in your office, and you both felt it was necessary to stick together.

“What are you doing this Saturday night?” He asked you Wednesday morning, handing you a coffee. You each took turns buying coffee for the other. Today was his turn.

“Um, I think I was just going to binge watch something on Netflix. Why?”

“Harry was wondering if you’d be interested in dinner.”

“Oh he was?” You raise an eyebrow, and take a sip of your coffee.

“Yes, well I nudged him a little, but I’ve told him a lot about you and he’s very interested.” You blush at the thought.

“Well, I’m definitely free for dinner. Where was he thinking?”

“You’re both vegetarian, well, he’s a vegan actually, but he knows of this really great tapas place that has a lot of meatless options.”

“Wow, vegan. I like tapas so that works for me. What time?”

“Seven. I’ll text you the name of the place so you can look it up.”

“Thanks, this should be fun.” You smile at your friend.

Friday night after work, you decide to do a little shopping. After researching the restaurant, you knew you needed something a little nicer to wear, and you didn’t feel like anything in your closet would make a lasting impression. You drove out to the mall, cursing at yourself for not just going Saturday morning. The parking was crazy, and it felt like everyone and their brother was there. You stumbled into the Macy’s and looked around at their cocktail dresses. You wanted something to accentuate your best features, but also wanted to leave a little mystery. You settle on a basic, black dress. It was form fitting, and hugged just above the midpoint of your thighs. It had short, capped sleeves, and the neckline came just high enough to cover most of your cleavage. It was perfect. You knew you had shoes to match at home, so you didn’t waste any more time at the mall.

Saturday morning, you scrolled through countless hair and makeup tutorials on YouTube trying to find the one that suited you most. After getting frustrated, you settled on your go to hair style. You curled your hair, and waited a couple of hours to brush it out. You then had perfect waves, which almost looked natural. About an hour before you needed to leave, you put your makeup on. You decided to go with a subtle purple to make your green eyes pop, and swept some liquid eye liner over it. You contoured your face (something you had gotten quite good at), and then put your new black dress on. Happy with your appearance, you slide on some purple some nude, strappy heels, and headed out.

As you got closer to the restaurant, you grew nervous. You texted Niall to tell him it was silly you’d be walking into a place, looking for someone you had never met. He asked you what you were wearing, and he would tell Harry to look for you. But what if you got there first? What if he never shows up? How dare he! You thought. You shook the thought from your head and drove up to the restaurant. You circled around back where the parking was. You smoothed out your dress, praying it hadn’t wrinkled, before you walked in. Taking a deep breath, you looked around.

The place was even nicer in person. There was a really big bar, and the dining area looked so elegant. He must do well for himself if he likes this place. Before the hostess could greet you, you saw a somewhat familiar face walking towards you, but you couldn’t place where you had seen him before.

“(y/n)?” He asked.

“Um, yeah, are you Harry?”

“Yes, it’s nice to meet you.” He puts an awkward hand out to shake, and you take it just as awkwardly. “That was weird.” He says in a laugh. “I didn’t know if it would be appropriate to hug you.” You runs a hand through his hair.

“No, no, it was very polite. It’s nice to meet you too. You found me pretty quick.” You smiled at him.

“Niall had just texted me explaining what you were wearing. I happened to look up, and there you were.” He smiled back. That smile…you just remembered him.

“Did you happen to go to Niall’s holiday party last year?” You furrowed your eyebrows.

“Um, yeah. Were you there too?”

“Yes, I was gonna say you looked familiar. I don’t think we properly spoke to each other there.”

“Definitely not, I would’ve remembered you if we had.” You feel your cheeks flush and let out a simple laugh. “Well, our table should be ready. Let me check with the hostess.”

Harry walks over to the woman, who hands two menus to one of the waiters. He says you can follow him. Harry gestures to let you go first. You wondered if it was so he could check you out, but he didn’t seem like the type. He looked so handsome. His hair was short, but not too short that you couldn’t make out his curls. His eyes were green like yours, and he was wearing a pair of blue dress pants with a white button up shirt.

As you both sat down at your table for two, you noticed his nails were painted. How you didn’t notice earlier when you shook his hand, you weren’t sure. Every other nail was this deep orange, and the other a navy blue. You smiled at it. At least he was the type of guy to take care of his nails. He had a few rings on as well, and you could see a couple of tattoos. You assumed he had a sleeve since you couldn’t see the rest of the anchor on his wrist. After a moment you heard him couch, and you realized you were staring. Your eyes darted up to his.

“Sorry, I was just admiring your, um, rings.” Pointing to the H and S.

“Oh, thanks, they were a gift from my mum a few years back.” His accent was already so intoxicating. Now you figured out how him and Niall got roomed together, they both must’ve been international students. “You were looking at my nails too?” Your face feels hot, and you feel yourself sweat a little. “It’s alright, a lot of people stare.”

“No, it wasn’t staring, necessarily. I was admiring it as well. I think more men should get their nails done. It looks nice. I love getting mine done, see?” You put your hand out, and show him your black nails. “I get the shellac so they last longer, totally worth it.” He smiles at you. “How long have you been painting them for?”

“Oh god, years. I mostly started out with black, but then I got bored with it. I felt like I was only doing that color because it ‘masculine’.” He holds up air quotes at the word. “Then I started experimenting with more vibrant colors. I like doing pink and blue a lot, but this also suits me. Then I started getting creative with the placement of the colors.”

“I’ll do an accent nail once in a while myself, but I do like the style of every other color. Maybe I’ll try it some time.”

“I know it doesn’t look super professional, but since I’m not in an office I can kind of do what I want.” He shrugs.

“Right, you’re a photographer?”

“Mhm. Mostly for, like, outdoors type of things. I really like taking pictures at night. But I’ll also do a little freelance work for people who want a photoshoot. I usually clean up good during the wedding season.”

You got so lost in conversation, you nearly forgot you were at a restaurant. A waitress comes over, frantically, and out of breath.

“Hi folks, so sorry for the wait. We got slammed all at once.”

“Oh, that’s no problem.” You beamed at her. Remembering your time in the food service industry.

“Can I start you two off with any drinks?” You look at each other, and he gestures for you to go first.

“Um, could I please have a vodka tonic, with titos, and lime?” He gives you a surprised smirk, probably expecting you to have just ordered a glass of wine.

“Sure thing, and for you sir?”

“I’ll have the same as her, please.” The waitress nods, and walks away.

“I take it that’s your drink?”

“Yeah, I’m not really a wine with dinner kind of gal.” The strange thing was, any time you had wine with dinner, you always got drunk. Vodka, however, you didn’t feel as much. You felt sager having that. “You like vodka too?”

“Once in a while, it tastes good with whatever you eat.”

“We should look at the menu and figure out what dishes we want so it’s easier for her when she comes back. I feel bad she was so out of breath coming over here.”

“Good idea.”

The waitress comes back with your drinks, and takes your order. You both had decides on some flat bread with arugula and goat cheese. It wasn’t vegan, but Harry didn’t mind. You also ordered some roasted cauliflower that came with a dipping sauce.

“How long have you been a vegetarian for?” He asks you, taking a sip of his drink.

“Um, a little over a year. I wouldn’t necessarily call it being a vegetarian, I just don’t eat meat.”

“What made you want to stop eating meat?”

“Well, it just didn’t make me feel good. My doctor also told me to straight up lay off the red meat. I got sick of eating chicken and fish, and if I’m being honest the thought of eating it just started to make me not feel good. I do still enjoy the smell of a fresh steak on the grill.”

“So you did it out of health instead of ethics?”

“Yup. I don’t have much dairy either. I love cheese so I keep that in my diet, but I have up milk a long time ago. I stick to coconut milk mostly if I need my fix. What made you go vegan?”

“Health benefits, I suppose. I was also taking a lot of pictures of animals for this one magazine and it just made it hard to even eat fish. I think it’s been five years now.”

“Good for you, that’s incredible.” You take sip of your drink, and notice the bar tender was a little heavy handed with the vodka.

“So, you met Niall at work right?”

“Mhm.”

“I know what he does there, but what do you do?”

“I’m on our marketing team, with him. He and I tag team a lot of projects. I work more with our digital pieces. I photopshop images, and edit video.”

“What made you go into that?”

“Well, when I was younger I wanted to be a film maker, but I fell in love with marketing, and put the film making on the back burner. I still write now and then for fun.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard someone say they loved marketing before.”

“Well, it’s not so much the marketing, it’s more how creating the right content can change someone’s point of view.”

A food runner brings your food to your table. You both put your napkins in your laps, and dig in.

“Mmm.” You lick your lips after taking a bit of the flatbread. “This is delicious. Great choice.”

“Thanks, I like coming here, there are just so many options.” You see him pick off most of the goat cheese, and feel a little guilty.

“We didn’t need to get this type of flatbread. I feel terrible you can’t fully enjoy it.”

“It’s no big deal really, I can eat everything else on it.” He gives you a reassuring smile.

The waitress comes over to check on you.

“Can I get you both another drink?”

“I’ll have another, yeah. (y/n)?”

“Um, sure, that would be great.” You promised yourself you’d nurse the next one.

“Tell me about Niall in college, I’m dying to know what he was like.”

“Oh, he was rambunctious. Lad never had any clothes on, then again, neither did I.” You nearly choke on your drink. “I think that’s why we got on so well, neither of us liked wearing more than our trousers.”

“Were you both international students?”

“Yup, but we didn’t room together until our second year. We had met at one of the international student events, and we clicked. They made us room with other students from the states to get a more well-rounded experience.” He shrugs. “I remember this one time he came with me to get a tattoo, and he nearly pissed himself.” He lets out a laugh.

“Niall doesn’t have any tattoos.” You furrow your eyebrows and smile.

“No, he definitely does not. He was being a good mate and came with me when I got my first really big one. I have a butterfly here.” He puts his palm flat just under his breast plate.

“What made you want to get a butterfly?”

“Don’t know, I just like the way they look. They have an odd beauty to them.” You felt like you could listen to him talk all night. But your trance was broken when your waitress brought the check over. She told you no rush, but you knew how these things went. You knew she probably needed to get the table turned soon.

You both reached for the check, but Harry snatched it away. He gave you a “get real” kind of look, took his wallet out, and set his credit card inside the small plastic flap, leaving the check on the edge of the table.

“At least let me pay the tip.”

“Sorry, can’t letcha do that, love. Wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of me would it?” Did he just call you love? It was something Niall did too, but not until he really got to know you. Maybe Harry’s alcohol was starting to hit him, the way it was hitting you. Maybe he just felt relaxed around you.

“I thought you were more progressive than that?” You said jokingly.

“Oh, I am. But I also abide by the rules that whoever asked who out should pay.”

“Okay, that’s a pretty respectable rule, I’ll give you that.”

The waitress sweeps by the table to grab the credit card, and is back in minutes. Harry takes out some cash from his wallet, and signs the slip of paper.

“Thank you.” You say to him.

“Don’t mention it.” He smiles back. “Shall we?” He gets up first, and extends a hand to you to help you up. “Did you park out back?”

“Yup.” You really didn’t want the night to end yet. You look at your watch and it’s only almost nine.

“Great, so did I.”

He walks closely next to you on your wat to the parking lot.

“That’s me.” You point to your car. He walks you over to it, and you lean against your door. “I had a really nice time tonight.” You say looking down at your shoes, then back up at him.

“Me too.” He looks away for second, and runs a hand through his hair. He looks at you again. “Would it be alright to ask for your number?”

“Sure.” You reach into your purse and grab your cell phone. You hand it to him. “Feel free to just text yourself.” He smiles, and takes your phone, putting his number in.

“So, I take it you’d like to do this again?”

“Definitely.” He hands you back your phone, and put it back in your purse. In a bold move, you lean forward and give him a slight peck on the cheek. “Talk to you soon.”

You both blush, he smiles and lets out a nervous laugh. He opens your car door for you.

“Have a good rest of your evening.” He says to you.

“Same to you.”

You drive off, feeling your heart flutter. It was the perfect date. You were proud of yourself. Normally would have tried to make out with a man that attractive, but you showed wonderful restraint. You couldn’t wait for him to get in touch with you again.

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debbiechanclub · 4 years

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So You’ve Chosen Death

Pairing: Luchasaurus/Reader

Category: Humor ‘n’ fluff

Word count: 2,655

Thanks for the awesome Luchasaurus request, @lancearcherinrippedjeans! I had so much fun writing this and I hope you love it (I’m so sorry it took so long). OH, and this is the first time I’ve EVER written first person, so I’m pretty proud of myself. Also, I couldn’t help but selfishly give a little cameo to my OC, Alex (*cough*readBestTwoOutofThree*cough*)

Find more of my fics here.

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“I love my job, I love my job, I love my job…” I muttered to myself as I walked through the backstage halls at Daily’s Place, dragging my feet. I should have been ecstatic just to be back—between my injury and the pandemic, I hadn’t worked in months. But these were not—I repeat, NOT—the circumstances under which I’d hoped to return.

I thought back to the previous week. I’d been binge-watching what felt like my thousandth TV series and failing not to eat an entire family size bag of potato chips in one sitting when my cell phone had rung. I’d been so excited to see Cody’s name on my caller ID—so full of hope. It hadn’t lasted long.

“Hello?” I’d immediately answered.

“[Y/N]! How are you?”

“Hey, Cody! I’m doing well. Just trying to stay ready for my big comeback,” I’d said as I hastily tossed the potato chip bag to the other side of the couch. “How are things with you?”

“Things are pretty good with me; thanks for asking. But it’s funny you mention your big comeback, because that’s actually why I’m calling.”

I’d tried not to sound too excited when I’d said, “Oh really?”

“Yup,” he’d said. And then, “You’re all cleared to work, right?”

“Yes!” I’d nodded even though he couldn’t see it. “Totally cleared.”

“Great! We definitely want to get you back ASAP, then. How do you feel about joining a faction?”

My brow had furrowed then. A faction? What faction was there for me to join? Were they creating a new one? Oh god—did they want to put me in the Dark Order?

“[Y/N]?”

“I’m up for it,” I’d returned, pulling myself out of my thoughts. “I’ve never been in a faction before.”

“Great! That’s what I like to hear,” he’d replied. “Well, just come ready to go to Dynamite next week and we’ll fill you in on all the details then.”

“I’m looking forward to it!” I’d said. After all, I’d figured even if they did put me in the Dark Order it’d be better than sitting and doing nothing at home.

But now that I had been filled in on the details, I wasn’t so sure.

My destination was only steps away now; I swore I could feel my feet slowly turning to lead in my shoes as I got closer and closer to the locker room. I stopped in front of the door and reluctantly raised my fist to knock—but before I could, someone jerked open the door. Marko Stunt stared up at me, startled, before his eyes lit up with excited realization. “[Y/N]! You’re here!” He turned and shouted back into the room as loudly as his little lungs would allow. “HEY GUYS! [Y/N] IS HERE!”

He ran back inside, and the locker room door fell closed with a bang. I looked up to the ceiling and prayed to the wrestling gods for strength.

They’d put me in Jurassic Express. The Dark Order would have been better.

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“That was SO SICK!” Marko proclaimed as we all returned to our locker room. “Wasn’t that sick, [Y/N]?”

I blinked as I sat down in front of my bag. Sick wasn’t exactly the word I’d use to describe the match Jungle Boy had just had with Orange Cassidy. Bizarre seemed more appropriate. “Yeah. It was super sick,” I flatly returned.

“Hey, so why’d you go after Alex like that, though?” Jack asked me.

I froze. “Was I… not supposed to?”

“I mean, not really,” he returned. “We were all babyfaces out there. She was just flirting with me as part of a bit.”

“Oh.” I looked down at the carpet, suddenly feeling self-conscious as they all stared at me. “Sorry. You know I was a heel before my injury, so I have to get used to being a babyface.”

“No worries. I thought it was pretty funny, actually,” Luchasaurus… er, Austin chuckled as he took off his mask. “All Alex did was smile and give him a little wave and then bam! You hit her with a running forearm to the back of the head.”

He smiled back at me, and I went stiff in my seat. He had an unexpectedly handsome smile.

“So you’re coming out with us after the show, right?” Marko suddenly asked.

I shook myself out of my daze. “Oh, no. I already have plans with Aerial,” I returned as I picked up my phone and started scrolling through my Twitter mentions. But I could feel it; they were all staring at me again. I looked back up. “Thanks for the invite, though?”

A wide smile broke out over Marko’s face. “Yeah, sure thing. But next week—you’re coming.”

A corner of my mouth quirked up as I looked back down at my phone. I would sooner die.

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As the weeks went by, I got more used to my role with Jurassic Express. Cody had suggested I lean into my feelings as a reluctant but loyal member of the group (because, apparently, it was glaringly obvious that reluctant was exactly what I was; my resting bitch face strikes again). To his credit, it did make things a lot more enjoyable for me. But no matter how many times Marko asked, I still refused to hang out with them outside of work.

“Come on, [Y/N],” he pleaded as we all packed up after filming an episode of Dark. “You have to come out with us at least once.”

“Sorry, I have to wash my hair tonight,” I returned.

“Ha!” Austin let out a loud burst of genuine laughter. I blinked and felt my cheeks start to flush.

Marko rolled his eyes. “You already used that excuse two weeks ago.”

I paused. Had I? I was starting to lose track because he asked so much.

“Maybe [Y/N] just really likes keeping kayfabe,” Jack commented.

“No, I don’t think it’s that,” Austin said. “I think she’s afraid she actually might enjoy herself.”

It sounded like a slight—but there was a smirk on his lips. I froze. Was he… flirting with me?

“Why’s that so scary?” Marko muttered to himself.

I rolled my eyes; he looked like a rejected puppy at the pound. “Fine. I’ll come out for one drink.”

Marko’s entire face lit up. “Really? Yes! This is gonna be the best night ever, I can feel it.”

“One. Drink,” I repeated. I glanced over at Austin. He smirked again and I looked away, my heart thumping in my chest.

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We arrived at what Marko said was their usual spot. Admittedly, it wasn’t terrible; it looked like the sort of place I would go with my actual friends. But I wasn’t about to say that out loud.

I was standing at the bar looking at what they had on tap when Austin came up next to me. “What’re you drinking?”

I looked up at him, put on the spot. “Oh, I don’t know. That red ale sounds good.”

He nodded and got the bartender’s attention. “Two of the red ale, please.”

My eyebrows arched. “Oh no, you don’t have to get my drink,” I said; but he waved me off.

“It’s your first time coming out with us; I insist.” He smiled down at me. “But you have to get the next round.”

I pursed my lips. “There won’t be a next round. I said one drink, remember?”

The bartender set our drinks on the bar top. Austin picked them both up and handed one to me. “Sure,” he smirked as he walked back to join Jack and Marko at the booth, and I bit down on my jaw to keep from returning it.

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A little while later, Marko and Jack had gone off to play darts. Marko had tried and tried to get me to come with them (again: frickin’ puppy), but the last thing I wanted was for them to see how embarrassing my hand-eye coordination was, so I’d refused. Which had left me in the booth, alone with Austin. It had been awkward at first; but his presence was so friendly and genuine that I had no choice but to relax. That, or it was the beer.

“So, I have to ask,” I started. “How’d you go from getting your master’s degree in medieval history to becoming a pro wrestling dinosaur?”

He let out a loud laugh, just like he had back in the locker room when I’d quipped about having to wash my hair. “I don’t know, the progression seems pretty obvious to me.”

I just sent him a look. He chuckled again.

“I started training while I was getting my master’s,” he explained. “To be honest, I wasn’t actually trying to get anywhere with it; I was just having fun. But then WWE offered me the developmental deal. Long story short, it didn’t work out and I ended up just spinning my wheels for awhile trying to figure out what I wanted to do with my life. That’s when I did Big Brother.”

My eyes widened. “Oh my god, I totally forgot you did Big Brother.”

“Yeah, it was… an experience. I’ll just put it that way,” he said with a grin. “But after that, I got back into wrestling and landed a deal with Lucha Underground. That’s where Luchasaurus was born… and the rest is history.”

My eyebrows arched. I was genuinely fascinated by this man’s life story. It was so unique. “That’s insane… and definitely not an obvious progression.”

“Yeah, I guess not,” he smiled. I had to take a drink to hide my nervousness. “So what about you? How’d you get into the business? I just realized I’ve never actually gotten to know you.”

I gripped my pint glass tighter, suddenly clamming up again. But there was something about the kind and honest expression in his eyes that made me want to open up. I glanced sheepishly down at the tabletop. “Wrestling is the only thing I could ever imagine myself doing, ever since I was kid. It pissed my parents off to no end. They wanted me to at least go to college, but I didn’t see the point. I knew this was what I wanted to do. Luckily, it worked out.”

Austin shook his head. “No, it wasn’t luck. I’ve watched your matches. You’re really talented, [Y/N].”

Butterflies burst in my stomach as my entire face went red. The compliment caught me completely off-guard—and so did the way it made me feel. “Well, this was nice, but I think I’m gonna go,” I said as I abruptly stood from the booth. “Tell Jack and Marko I said bye,” and I ran out of the bar, trying to ignore the thumping of my heart. I could not have a crush on a pro wrestling dinosaur.

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The next week, I had a match against Alex on Dark. And, unfortunately for her, I was using it as an opportunity to take out my frustration over The Austin Situation.

Double unfortunately? Austin—er, Luchasaurus—was at ringside.

“Oof!” Alex let out a groan as I kicked her so hard in the stomach that she flew back into the turnbuckle with a thud. I stalked toward her and grabbed her arm, pulling her out of the corner for an Irish whip; but she reversed it and sent me careening across the ring into the opposite turnbuckle.

It only worked to enrage me further.

I turned around and charged—but she stopped me in the center of the ring with a well-placed forearm. I fell to one knee, and she hit me in the back of the head with a step-up enzuigiri. I fell to the mat and she hooked my leg. I kicked out at two.

“Yes!” I heard Austin proclaim from the ring apron. I tried to ignore it.

Alex got to her feet and climbed outside the ropes onto the ring apron, waiting. I knew what she was doing; she was waiting for me to get up so she could hit me with that springboard dropkick of hers. I staggered to my feet, pretending to be more out of it than I actually was; and when I saw her jump up to the top rope, I ran over and hit her with a hard forearm.

Alex fell backward off the ropes—but she didn’t hit the floor. Austin caught her. The momentum caused him to stumble back against the guard rail and he landed on his butt on the floor, Alex sitting in his lap, her arms around his neck, his arms around her waist.

I watched from the ring as she smiled up at him. “Thanks for breaking my fall, big guy,” she said, and she patted his chest as she untangled herself from him.

My eyes narrowed. So you’ve chosen death.

The next thing I knew I’d climbed through the ropes and jumped to the floor. I grabbed Alex by the hair and threw her into the guard rail.

Orange Cassidy, who’d accompanied Alex for the match, casually rounded the corner and walked toward me, his hands in his pockets. But Austin jumped up and stared him down.

Meanwhile, I dove under the ring apron and pulled out a kendo stick.

“[Y/N]! I’m warning you; you��ll get disqualified!” Aubrey shouted from inside the ring; but I didn’t listen. I swung the kendo stick back and hit Alex hard across the back with a loud thwack!

She let out a cry of pain as she arched her back and tried to get away. “That’s it! Ring the bell!” Aubrey ordered, and the timekeeper started furiously ringing the bell as I continued to stalk her. Orange stepped in my way. I lifted the kendo stick again, threatening to hit him, too—but Austin grabbed it out of my grip.

“[Y/N], what are you doing?” he asked.

Dasha called the match before I could respond. “And your winner by disqualification, Alex Hawthorne!”

I stared back at Austin, suddenly hyper-aware of what I’d done—and why I’d done it. I turned and sprinted up the ramp, ignoring the butterflies teeming in my stomach. But he was hot on my heels.

“[Y/N], wait!”

I don’t know why, but I stopped just inside the Gorilla curtain. When I turned around to look at Austin, his eyes were soft behind his mask.

“What the hell was that out there?”

I stared up at him. Maybe it was the adrenaline, but it all just came spewing out like word vomit. “I saw Alex sitting in your lap and got jealous, okay? And then I got pissed at myself for getting so jealous over something so stupid, so I just grabbed a kendo stick to end the fucking match. That’s it.” I turned and tried to storm off again; but he caught my arm.

“Wait, wait, wait,” he said. “Did you say you got jealous?”

I looked sheepishly at the floor. Was he really going to make me do this? “Yes,” I mumbled as if my mouth was full of marbles.

“What?”

“Yes!” I burst, clearly that time. “I got jealous, okay? Are you gonna make me say it again?”

“No, I heard you that time,” he said. “But you shouldn’t be jealous. I mean, Alex is pretty; but I have my eye on someone else.”

He smirked down at me, and there was no possible way I could ignore the butterflies then. “Oh,” I said as I looked away again, nervously fidgeting under his gaze. “Well, that’s cool I guess. Cool, cool, cool.”

He took a step closer. “So, you want to get a drink tonight?”

I looked back up at him. And, for the first time in weeks, I didn’t want to come up with an excuse to say no. I smiled. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

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acdeaky · 4 years

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are you ready for love?

warning: fluff, alcohol consumption, strong language, slight angst?

note: congrats on 4k followers @writingfortoomanyfandoms ! i began writing this and then fell out of love with it, but i (finally) figured out the ending and fell back in love! enjoy!

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black lives matter

“what I'm saying is - and this is not a come on in any way, shape or form - is that men and women can't be friends because the sex part always gets in the way!” dan spoke, a little too loudly for the restaurant the group was in, trying to voice his (very out-of-date) opinion above the rest of the group. he was met with a lot of voices arguing he was wrong, and a fry from shane’s plate. “what?” he practically whined.

“just because you want to shag any girl you're friends with, and who doesn't have a boyfriend, doesn't mean that every guy is the same!” harry perked up, practically punching dan in the arm after his comment.

“it so means every guy is the same,” dan argued, looking over at you. “you and ben are only close because he wants to get in your pants.”

“why did we let him join?” you asked everyone else, basically pretending that dan wasn't sat a few seats away from you.

“because he's my brother and has no other friends.” erin replied from next to you, a hand resting on your thigh which was pressed against her’s.

“that is not true.”

“oh, dan, sweetie, it is.” erin just smiled sarcastically at her brother, her eyes showing faux sympathy.

“you all know i’m right, but you don't want to say it,” another chorus of disagreement came from the group, as did another fry from shane’s plate. “mate, would you stop that?” shane just shook his head, wrapping his arm around the back of renee’s chair and lightly brushed his fingers against your shoulder. next to ben, you were definitely closest to shane with him being like a big brother to you.

somehow, the rest of the meal went without a hitch. dan quieted down with the unpopular opinions and everyone else enjoyed each other’s company as they finished their meals and had a few drinks afterwards. shane and renee were the first ones to leave. both of them had had long days at work, but made it out for the meal, and were now more than ready to collapse into their bed. harry and erin were next. as they paid their part and begun to leave, they dragged dan out with them, keeping him from saying something inappropriate to you and/or lucy.

after those three left, you and lucy stayed a little longer. it had been a while since the two of you had hung out together alone, and a catchup with definitely needed.

“so what’s the real reason ben didn’t come tonight? he's definitely not ill else you would be there nursing him back to health.” she teased, giving you a light prod to your side.

“he didn't want to have to deal with comments from dan,” you stated plainly. “and i’m glad ben didn’t come else he would have had to deal with exactly what he didn't want to deal with.”

“yeh, that's fair. maybe we should stop inviting dan to these things.”

“maybe,” you both giggled, thinking of how much more civilised somethings would be without him. “that's too mean, though. erin would not be happy.”

“she most definitely wouldn't be, but dan’s a dickhead.”

“oh, yeh.” the two of you sat gigging for a little longer, the few drinks the both of you had had making their way completely into your system. after chatting for a little longer (and realising you should both definitely go home), you paid the rest of the bill and left, still chatting as you got into your car, travelling back to your same apartment building.

the ride home wasn't long. luckily, the group had mutually decided on a restaurant that was close to both of your apartments, meaning it only took about ten minutes to get home. the traffic was light and it seemed that every light turned green just in time for you. sooner than you knew, you were heading out of the garage of the apartment building, heading towards the lift and pressing the ninth floor button for lucy and the tenth floor button for you. as you reached her floor, you shared a slightly emotional goodbye with each other. it took exactly 23 seconds to get from the lift to your apartment (you had counted many times) and as you swung the door open, there was ben, sat idly on your sofa with his feet up and netflix playing on the TV.

“hello, wanderer.” he teased as he heard you pull off your shoes and collapse onto the sofa next to him. “did you have fun? was dan a dick?”

“when is dan not a dick?” you only replied, pulling your knees closer to your chest as you turned your body into ben’s. one of his hands lifted off of his thigh for you to do so, landing back down on your knee.

“that's true. what did he say this time?”

“that men and women can't be friends because the sex part gets in the way.”

“well that's not true, look at us!” ben said, his eyes quickly flitting to you and then straight back to the TV.

“yeh, look at us.”

“you are woman, i am man. we no sex.” he spoke in a deeper voice, making you giggle at his ridiculous impression of a caveman.

“i’m just glad you weren't there; another comment from him would have sent your fist through his face.”

“oh, yeh. but erin would not have been happy.”

“she most definitely wouldn't be.” you giggled again, thinking back to the conversation you had had with lucy. “i’m actually so tired, i think i’m just calling it a night. you stay as long as you like” as you got up, you pointed to ben, giving him a look which said ‘keep it down’ which he replied with a salute. you gave the other a quiet ‘night’ before placing a kiss on his cheek and dragging your feet to your bedroom.

as you got ready for bed, you couldnt help but think back to what dan had said. if you told erin and lucy (or even ben) that you were contemplating his words, they would have told you to stop and say that ‘dan was just being dan. he didn't mean it’. you just couldn’t help thinking about whether it was true. of course, you were close to shane and harry, but they both had girlfriends, they definitely wouldn't want anything to do with what’s in your pants. but you were also close to ben, and he didn't have a girlfriend. the only explanation for you two being close was that he wanted what was in your pants, not in your head nor your heart.

it pained you to think of that; ben being here only to try it on. of course, ben was attractive and had sex appeal, but he was also your best friend and you weren't about to jump in to bed with him at the first chance. you have never, and will never, go about relationships like that. to you, it was unbelievable how much you let dan’s comment cloud your mind, yet you almost hoped there was some truth to it.

only a wall away, ben was sat thinking the exact same thing. the show he was binging was still playing in the background, but in the forefront of his mind was dan’s comment. ben knew men and women could be friends without sex getting involved; he had those relationships with all the girls in the group, except her. although he wouldn't openly admit it to anyone, he had developed feelings, but didn't want to ruin what the two had by trying it on with her. so ben sat back and tried to let his feelings settle. that instantly failed when he continued to hang out with her almost everyday and talk to her everyday. it didn't take him long to realise he was in love.

ben didn't stay for much longer; his eyes were being to strain to properly see the TV and dan's comment was still lingering in his thoughts. he quietly turned off the TV and left the room, practically tiptoeing past your room as he entered the guest room (which was almost his considering how often he slept in it). all he did was slip out of his jeans, jumper and socks, leaving on his boxers and slid into bed. just like you, it didn't take him long to fall asleep, soon drifting off nestled within the comfy sheets and only imagining what it would be like to hold you in his arms.

in the morning, ben woke up before you (like usual) and set himself the task of making breakfast. he knew you'd be hungry this morning and, as soon as he got out of bed and put on a pair of shorts, he made his way into the kitchen and began making his famous pancakes. it didn't take long for you to wake up nor did it take long for you to smell the pancakes.

“morning, chef.” you smiled lazily as you walked into the kitchen.

“morning to you, too.” like usual in a morning, ben was clad in some shorts and a plain t-shirt as he stood in front of the hob. the teapot had already been filled and there was a half empty cup stood on the side next to the hob. “sleep well?”

“yeh, i guess.” ‘don't tell him’ you thought to yourself. “i just couldn't stop thinking about dan's comment last night.”

“love, i've told you before to take no notice of him-”

“no, ben, he said something else last night. not just the men and women and sex thing.”

“well, what else did he say?” he asked, less annoyed this time, switching off the ring and giving you his full attention.

“he said that you and i are only close because you want to get into my pants.” although he asked you to tell him (and you would have told him anyway), you couldn’t help but feel ashamed at telling ben. you knew he would be mad that you let something dan said cloud your judgement about him, but you also knew that he would deny it. you wished he wouldn’t.

“you know that’s not true, right?” there it was. “you know i would never do that to you, or anyone for that matter. don’t let him get into your head; he’s a dick.”

“yeh, course.” you mumbled as ben turned back to the pan, flipping out the pancake onto a plate. as both of you ate, you sat talking about anything and everything. you were content just being here with ben, and yet you still couldn’t get those thoughts out of your head.

to ben, all you would be is his best friend; he made that perfectly clear last night and this morning. to you, your feelings would always be there, making it unfair on anyone else you dated. your heart was wrapped around ben indefinitely.

after breakfast was finished and the kitchen was tidy, you said your goodbyes to ben (even though you don’t normally kick him out this early), making up a lie about finishing off some things for work. what you really wanted to do was talk to erin and lucy; you needed to empty your head to someone.

“hey, you guys are okay to chat, right?” you asked as soon as the facetime connected to the both of them.

“yeh, of course!” “i’ve got my wine, i’m ready.” they both replied, supportive smiles already on their faces.

“okay, i’m sorry i’m bringing this up again, but i’m still thinking about dan’s comment last night.”

“which one?” erin giggled, taking a sip of her wine.

“the one about ben only being close to me because he wants to get in my pants.”

“that’s not true.”

“it’s true.”

“what?” you and erin asked lucy, who sat with a slight smirk on her face.

“ben does want to get into your pants, but not as a one time fling or being friends with benefits, he really likes you.”

“he does?”

“yeh,” both you and erin looked at each other, pure shock coming over your face and slight shock on erin’s. “he got drunk with the lads one night and came to my place instead of yours-”

“makes sense,” erin perked up, taking another sip of her wine. “your apartment is literally a floor below Y/N’s.”

“exactly; he miscounted the floor numbers and came to my door. he kept on apologising so i let him in and he just ranted about dan saying stupid things again about the two of you. then he spilt his feelings and almost broke down asking me not to say anything. i told him he should go to your place and tell you himself. he said he would and i assumed he did, but obviously-”

“he didn’t. that night he came up to my apartment and basically passed out on the sofa. i pulled his shoes off and left him a glass of water and some painkillers for the morning. that was it; he didn't really say anything at all until the next morning.” you frowned, thinking at how literally minutes before ben stumbled into your apartment, he'd stumbled out of lucy’s.

“wow, well i knew benny boy had feelings, but i didn’t know he did that.” erin said, turning and making sure harry hadn't heard any of that conversation.

“no one knew, i kept ben’s drunk escapade a secret. he couldn’t even remember it happening.” after that, all three of you were slightly stunned into silence. it was a minute before anyone spoke.

“what are you gonna do?” erin’s voice was small, something that isn't normal for her. her wine glass had been discarded (though half empty) and she and lucy were both looking at you. you knew your face hadn't change. even without looking at your screen, you knew the only look on your face was disbelief.

“i-i don't know.”

“surely you're gonna do something?” lucy gasped.

“and say what to him? ‘hey, ben. i've just been chatting to our good friend lucy and it turns out you drunkenly told her about your feelings for me’. i’m not good with confrontation!”

“and that's why you two will never be together!” erin chuckled, shaking her head at you.

“what do you mean?

“i mean, you're scared of confrontation and ben will never admit his feelings for you because he's scared you’ll reject him.”

“but i wouldn’t-”

“he doesn’t know that.” she was right. ben doesn’t know what you're thinking, and you don't know what he's thinking. right now, the only way to get over the situation is if you say something. yet, you couldn't help but think that ben’s drunken confession was just that: drunken and stupid.

“i need some time to think, girls.”

“okay.”

“just keep us in the loop, yeh?” lucy asked, pity absolutely drowning her face.

“will do, bye.” you waved as did lucy and erin, saying their own goodbyes before you ended the call.

this had changed everything. of course it had. you definitely didn't feel the same way you did before the call, and you definitely didn't feel the same way about ben as you did before the call. you couldn’t help but think if this had changed things, if this had given you the confidence to finally tell ben about how you feel.

it was something to sleep on, something to cloud your thoughts for another night.

but you didn’t get the chance to do that. before you had even managed to settle down for the night, there was a loud, and brash, knock at your door. the thought of ignoring them crossed your mind, hoping it would be a drunken fool who had stumbled across the wrong apartment.

yet, no matter how long you stayed laying on your back, staring at the blank canvas of your ceiling, the knocking did not cease. with a grumble, you made your way through your apartment and towards the front door, not bothering to switch on any of the lights on your way.

as soon as your door was open, whoever was on the other side flung themselves inside, stumbling as they attempted to pull off their shoes. you couldn’t even see who the person was, the low light of the hallway doing little to help you figure out who the intruder was.

and, just as you were about to speak up, the person spoke - though it was more of a grumble - and said, “luce, i’m sorry for doin’ this again.” ben. his voice was slurred and his actions were full of haste. the way he threw his shoes to the side and his jacket on to the floor made you realise he truly thought he was on the floor below; everywhere he was throwing things were where lucy had furniture.

then you realised something else; it was happening again. that night lucy had told you about, with ben drinking with the lads, had happened again. though, you weren’t sure if he was drinking alone or not, but whatever had happened to ben had made him feel the need to see lucy, before anything.

“i know it’s prob’ly late, but i can’t stop thinking about her and you’re the only person who knows how i feel.” came ben’s mumbling voice again. he sounded weak, vulnerable, something you’d never heard in any tone of his voice before. well, there were some exceptions, but this voice, this tone, was something else. and it scared you.

but you stayed quiet, waiting for ben to either say something again or... something else to happen, like a meteor hitting the earth, to save the both of you from this conversation.

“fuck, you moved things around in here?” he grumbled, walking around to find something to grip onto or sit on.

your head was screaming to say something, to reply and end whatever this was, yet your heart was screaming to save yourself the heartache (from what, you didn’t know).

it wasn’t until ben managed to find a lightswitch that your heart began to race even faster than before. you were met with his disheveled look, his boots haphazardly pulled off and scattered across your floor and his jacket thrown carelessly across the wood of your dining table mismatched his reddening eyes and mess of his hair.

and, as if time was frozen, ben stood against the wall of your apartment, his eyes as wide as ever and his heart thumping against the case of his chest. you were no better; at least you knew who had stumbled into your apartment, but ben was in shock. because it was you. of course it was you, who else could make ben’s heart beat as fast as you could?

which is why ben stood still, acting as if he stayed deadly still, the predator before him would ignore his very existence. but the elephant was in the room, and you could not ignore the existence of that.

“ben,” you whispered, your voice stretching out to fill the gap between your bodies. instead, it died upon it’s journey, failing to reach the only person who mattered to you at that minute. “ben, it’s okay: i know.”

that didn’t settle his nerves. the only things those two words did was set his heart racing faster and he felt like his world was collapsing in on himself.

“no,” he shook his head, finally pulling his eyes away from your glance, turning his back towards you as his hands made his hair even more of a mess. “no, it’s not okay.”

but it was. it was more than okay because somewhere between ben stumbling through your door and this moment right now, you had found the courage to tell him that you knew, that you felt the same, this it was okay.

taking advantage of his back facing you, you stepped over to him carefully. at first, you were unsure of your movements, letting your hands linger in the air just above ben’s back before you took the final step and pressed them against his t-shirt-covered skin. the muscles in his back tensed and tightened, but he quickly let the warmth and welcoming feeling of you relax him.

only then did you become more confident, letting your hands move lightly over his back, mapping every bump and dimple they found. you ventured down to ben’s hips, covering the skin of his sides before settling around his front on his stomach.

“it’s okay, ben.” you said once again, your voice falling into a quiet whisper next to the shell of his ear as your chin rested on his shoulder. both of hands met yours. they were warm and fit comfortably between yours, something you had always imagined.

“how do you know?” he tested the waters, only letting his voice be loud enough for you to hear, like this was your little secret. you weren’t sure if ben was asking how you knew how he felt or how things would be okay, but you chose the former.

“lucy told me,” you replied in an equal tone, moving your head from his shoulder to press against his back, just between his shoulder blades. “she told me about that night you went to her apartment after you had been out with the boys: she told me how you felt about me.”

“and?” he said soon after, not wanting to wait any longer for a response that could change his life.

“ben, you mean the world to me, and i was always afraid that if we began a relationship, it could ruin our friendship. but i’m not afraid of that anymore, and i just want what i want: you.”

ben had never felt so sober. he had begun the night alone and, somehow, ended it in your arms; one of the places he didn’t think he’d be for a while.

his thumb began tracing small circles on the back of your hand, letting himself know that this was real and this was happening. it also grounded you. it gave you something to focus on when you needed it. but you didn’t want it to be that; you wanted it to be something that happens regularly and often. now, that might happen.

reluctantly, you pulled your hands from his, taking your arms away from his body as you circled around him. once his face met yours, neither of you could hold in the tiny smile which threatened to appear at the corner of your lips. god, you could only imagine what his lips felt like, what they tasted like. and you imagined that they felt like silk.

your hands quickly found purchase on ben’s body once again. this time, you traced the outline of his face, allowing yourself to take your time as you moved along his jawline. as one hand did that, the other tangled it’s fingers into the hair on the nape of his neck - something that he was growing out for a role, but you enjoyed it regardless.

ben was so overwhelmed, the only place he could find to anchor himself to you were your hips. he squeezed and pressed the skin lightly, wanting to live in the moment as much as he could, just in case you slipped through his fingertips, like silk does.

you can’t help but notice that you’ve never seen him like this before, so vulnerable and open to you and your touch. of course, you had touched each other before, but not with the softness and meaning like now.

“i want you, too,” ben finally whispered, never letting his gaze falter from you. his hands seemed to grip your hips a little harder as your hands slid down from his head and onto his shoulders. “that’s all i’ve wanted since i met you.”

just then, you pushed yourself onto the balls of your feet, managing to slightly close the gap between you and ben as his head bowed lower, too. your lips met like a perfect melody, so soft and gentle and better than you could have ever imagined.

slowly, and once again, your hands traced their way up ben’s skin, circling around his neck before toying with those little hairs you had suddenly become so fond of. and, as a response, ben’s hands shifted from your hips to your lower back quicker than you could register, pushing and pulling your body flush with his own.

his hands were warm and big and better than you could have imagined. they were strong, keeping the two of you together in perfect harmony as you explored the other’s touch after so, so long.

but, then ben pulled away, keeping you pressed against his chest while looking down at you, your lips swollen and red and, god, so beautiful. he only smiled, pulling away to grab your hand a second later.

he was your personal guide through your home, taking you towards your bedroom (only after turning off the light he switched on earlier). as soon as you got in the room, ben let you go, turning to close the door as you stood waiting for him; you almost felt like a stranger, standing there in your own room with no feeling of anything but ben.

once the door clicked shut, he turned his attention back to you. while he walked forward, you stumbled backwards, only stopping when the back of your knees hit the side of your bed.

“get in,” he spoke gently, pressing a light kiss to your forehead. “i’ll be there in a second.” and so you did. since you were already about to settle down for the night when ben knocked on the door, you just sat underneath the covers again.

seeing the cast of ben’s shadow on your walls from the beaming moon was a sight you knew you would never tire of. the way he moved gracefully as he pulled off his shirt and jeans, leaving on only his boxers and turning back to you.

he was a ghost striding towards you. a vision as his body drifted towards you, so bright and beautiful under the moon, so quiet as he slipped under the covers to lay next to you; his arms open and welcoming.

so you accepted, letting yourself have this, this moment, with ben. you found yourself tucked into his side, one arm dragged across his torso with your head on his chest. his left arm wrapped itself around your shoulders, his right arm laying adjacent to yours, letting your fingertips touch and ghost along one another.

you stayed there, for a minute or two, just getting used to each other’s rise and fall of your chests and the dips and bumps of each other’s skin. neither of you had felt more at peace than in that moment.

and as you lay there in ben’s arms, the steady beating in his heart right below your ear and finally feeling content, you knew that you were ready for love.

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violetwolfraven · 3 years

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@gendistic42 here’s something I wrote as a Christmas present for you! I’m a bit swamped right now as far as writing projects but I may expand on this later. For now, enjoy a holiday piece. :)

I’ve never written from Mike’s perspective before, so this should be interesting.

Tw: underage drinking, general teenage chaos, vomit, who knows how to write that kind of party that doesn’t actually exist anywhere but in movies? not me!

Mike was definitely a bit drunk right now, but in his defense, he didn’t actually know the eggnog was spiked until he’d already had a huge cup and Ike told him matter-of-factly that he was going to throw up later.

In hindsight, Mike really should have seen that coming, but honestly he probably would have drank it anyway. It wasn’t like he didn’t usually leap before he looked.

That was what made life fun, after all. Taking risks without thinking. Thinking just lead to doubting yourself and doubting yourself just lead to not doing fun things and not doing fun things meant you were wasting your life. You had to seize the days you got, because otherwise why even live?

That was most of Mike’s friend group’s philosophy. Their little (junior, according to Elmer’s big brother who claimed they were too young to be a real motorcycle gang) motorcycle gang was full of impulsive, slightly-eccentric kids who lived in the moment. Of course, they looked out for each other as much as they could, confirmed excuses and alibis when necessary, but none of them worried much about their own safety.

Hence why they were having a huge party with spiked eggnog in December, meaning there was a likely possibility a lot of them would be staying overnight. Not that it mattered much.

Spot’s dad was at a conference in Boston and wouldn’t be back for at least a few more days. And if he did come back early for some reason, he’d probably just give them a lecture and then not tell anyone’s parents. Denton was cool like that. As long as nobody died, ended up in the hospital, or got anybody pregnant, he favored having the group’s trust over busting them, probably so he could be sure they’d come to him for help if there was a serious problem.

So far, through taking care of each other as best they could while having fun, there hadn’t been a serious problem.

Mike jumped as a tipsy Elmer grabbed his arm.

“Mike, buddy, this song fuckin’ slaps!”

Mike hadn’t noticed what song was on, given that his reaction time was currently a little slow, but he had to admit that Turn Down For What would always be a banger and being drunk just made it better.

He didn’t know how long he was bopping to the beat among his friends before he stopped, realizing that Ike’s prediction was about to come true, and barely made it to the toilet before puking his guts out.

Mike groaned. This was already becoming very un-fun, but throwing up was making him think about the killer hangover he was going to have in the morning. Also about how Ike had probably been drinking, too, so they’d need to stay the night at Spot’s. They could get a ride home, but hiding two drunk twins was significantly harder than just one.

In short, he was thinking ahead, which was reminding him why he didn’t like thinking ahead.

“Whoa, Mike, are you okay?”

Someone was rubbing his back as he retched, and Mike was officially shitfaced, because he could swear when he looked up that was Jojo de la Guerra.

He’d been joking when he invited Jojo. Not because he didn’t want Jojo to come, but because he’d never in a million years thought he’d actually show up.

“Did I pass out?” he groaned, hoping his words weren’t too slurred, “Am I dreamin’? Is that what’s happenin’ right now?”

“No?” Jojo looked confused, “You invited me.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t think you’d actually come.”

“Wait, are you drunk?”

“Yeah, that’d be accurate.”

Jojo now looked extremely nervous, “Ain’t everyone at this party underage?”

“Uh... I thinks one of Albert’s older brothers stopped by, so no. Wait, he left a couple hours ago, so yes.”

Mike was a little surprised when he slipped standing up and Jojo had to catch him. That was, he was a little surprised that Jojo could catch him. The nerd didn’t look like he had that much muscle on him.

Well, Mike was sure he was blushing, it wasn’t just the alcohol making his face flushed, but he wasn’t sure if the pink in Jojo’s cheeks was his imagination or not.

“Uh, do you need a glass of water or somethin’?” he asked nervously, “Why is there alcohol at a party where everybody’s underage, anyway?”

“Cause it’s fun,” Jojo said simply, “Ya think Mush and Blink’d be makin’ out against a wall in front of everybody if they wasn’t absolutely sloshed?”

“Okay, well, do ya need water?”

Mike thought about it, and he was pretty sure it wouldn’t take him so long to decide if he hadn’t drank so much.

“Nope. But I could do with some air.”

None of the others were sober and/or focused enough to notice as they made their way through the party to Spot’s back porch.

The air was icy cold, but Mike was overheated, so it felt good. And the snow was beautiful, reflecting light from the windows of the house. A few small icicles were hanging down from the roof above.

He wasn’t quite drunk enough that he didn’t notice when Jojo leaned against him, just a little, because of the cold. After all, Jojo was beautiful, too. Probably more beautiful than the snow.

But he didn’t say that.

“I love winter,” he said instead, “Ike and I used to play in the snow till we damn near froze to death. Or until one of us got a headshot in a snowball fight.”

“Sounds fun,” Jojo muttered.

“Oh, it was. And we’d stir our hot cocoa with candy canes when we went inside, so’s it’d be all minty.”

Mike smiled at the memory. They never did that anymore, whether it was because they were busy with homework or because they just... forgot, what with TV series to binge and Among Us games to win and friends to meet up with for a big snowball fight.

He liked their life now. He really did. Mike wouldn’t trade his friends for anything. But he had to admit, it had been simpler back when the only people he and Ike had were each other.

“And here you are now,” Jojo noted, “Drunk at a high school party on a back porch with that nerd ya partnered with for a science project once.”

“Well, that nerd happens to be my friend, so I counts that as a win.”

Jojo didn’t respond for a few seconds, and Mike realized.

“Wait, are we friends?”

They were close enough together that he could feel Jojo take a deep breath.

“I thinks so.”

That felt nice. And he could tell now. Jojo’s face was definitely flushed and it had been since before they came outside, so it couldn’t be from the cold. That sent a pretty clear signal, and...

“Mike, stop. What’re ya doin’?”

“I was gonna kiss you,” Mike said. He’d been pretty sure it was obvious.

Had he... been reading Jojo’s signals wrong?

“Mike, you’re drunk. Ya probably ain’t gonna remember this tomorrow. You don’t really care, it’s just that I’m here and no one else is. You don’t mean it.”

“I do mean it. Jojo—“

“You’re a boy in the biker gang all the girls and gays swoon over and you’re goin’ for me, the nobody from science class,” Jojo scoffed, “Sounds likely.”

“Jojo, it don’t matter who my friends are,” Mike tried to insist, “I like you. Like, like like you.”

“Even if I could believe you, there’s no way I’d kiss you while you’re drunk.”

That was worse than straight up rejection. Because Jojo was kind of saying that he did have feelings for Mike and just wouldn’t believe that Mike had feelings for him.

Mike had to focus on not crying for a good few minutes before he started realizing just how fast the snow was coming down.

“Hey, Jojo, how deep do ya think that snow is?”

“Shit.”

That made Mike laugh. He didn’t think he’d ever heard Jojo swear.

“It’s gotta be at least a foot, and still comin’ down. There’s no way anybody can drive home through that. Most of you’s is on motorcycles, and—“

That was when the lights inside went out abruptly, and more than a few people screamed.

Mike got up carefully, trying not to stumble too much, “We should find out what that was.”

They made it inside just in time to hear Spot holler, “A fuckin’ power line went down! And that don’t just mean no light and no WiFi—that means no heat! We ain’t got long before it starts to get real cold here!”

“I found the candles!” Hotshot (Spot’s little brother) yelled.

“Oh, that’ll help a ton,” Jack said sarcastically before Davey ran up.

Naturally, Mike’s mind chose that moment to go off on a tangent of how if Jack Kelly could get a smart boyfriend who was way too good for him, maybe he could too if he could just get Jojo to see that he really liked him, but he still caught what Davey said.

“There’s a foot of snow on the hood of my car. Nobody’s goin’ anywhere, so everybody text your parents before your phones run out of batteries.”

“What if my mom can tell I’m drunk?” Romeo shouted.

“I’m textin’ Mom, dumbass!” Jack shouted back, “For all of us! I’m the soberest person here!”

Race, Romeo, and Crutchie all called their thanks to their big brother.

“I think that’s me, actually,” Davey pointed out, “Soberest ain’t even a word, Jackie.”

Mike cupped his hands over his mouth and yelled into the darkness, “Ike, ya wanna text Mom and Dad, or should—“

“I’ll do it, moron! You’re shitfaced!”

“Shit,” Jojo was muttering as he typed a text, “Shit, shit, shit, I told my dad I’d only stay for an hour. Shit.”

“It ain’t your fault ya got snowed in,” Mike pointed out.

“No, but if my parents find out there was alcohol at this party—“

“Good news, y’all!” Spot hollered from the stairs, the multiple phone flashlights pointed at him the only thing making him visible, “Me and Hotshot’s dad has a big stash of blankets and sleepin’ bags and stuff, so we’s all gonna make a big nest and huddle together in the living room. Hopefully nobody freezes to death. If anybody don’t wanna sleep in what they’s wearin’, come find me!”

With that, he disappeared to go grab blankets.

“My parents are gonna kill me.”

“Don’t let ‘em,” Mike said, “I’d have to avenge you. Then I’d go to hell and I wouldn’t see ya in the afterlife! Plus you’d hate me for killin’ your parents, so—“

“Mike, please stop talkin’.”

“Wanna sleep with me?”

“What?!”

It took Mike a full 10 seconds to realize.

“Not like that!” he exclaimed as soon as he did realize, “Like if we’s all makin’ a nest to keep warm, ya wanna sleep next to me? For not freezin’ to death?”

Jojo was still looking at him pretty weird, and that made Mike sad.

“I’m sorry. Ya don’t have to. That was stupid. I’m stupid. I shouldn’ta said that, but I did cause I’m stupid. I’m sorry for everythin’. Like, everythin’. Everythin’ I’s ever said and—“

“Stop,” Jojo interrupted, “That’s... this is just gettin’ sad. Mike, it’s fine. Just... I guess I can’t expect ya to say things in a less weird way—you’re drunk.”

He didn’t seem especially annoyed or even uncomfortable. Just... blushing. Definitely blushing.

Mike could barely see him in the dark, but he still was pretty sure Jojo de la Guerra was the prettiest thing he’d ever seen.

“Uh, yeah, I’ll sleep with you. Next to you. Ugh. Just don’t barf on me.”

“Okay,” Mike mumbled. God, now that it was dark, he was already yawning. He didn’t remember where he’d left his hoodie. He should probably ask Ike about that.

It was already getting cold in the house, and the candles Hotshot was lighting definitely weren’t helping that much.

Mike didn’t mind how Jojo was sticking close to him even if it was probably just for warmth.

#newsies #jomike #jojo de la guerra #mike newsies #fluff #modern au #violet’s writing

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thephantomcasebook · 4 years

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Matt’s “Reasonable” Downton Abbey Movie Sequel Pitch

Since I’ve been known to take extreme flights of fancy ... maybe wedding Downton Abbey continuity to Pulp and Classic Adventure stories in the past ... this time I’m gonna pitch something that is plausible on the Silver Screen.

The Summery:

Set in the Mid-1950′s. Lady Mary Talbot hosts a house party at Downton Abbey, like the old days, before the war. However - during the party - a maid is found dead. Miles from competent investigators, Edward Pelham enlists the help of his childhood hero and older cousin, the Earl of Grantham, George Crawley. Once a famed adventurer and war hero - no one has seen or heard from him since the war ended. He has chosen solitude and exile in the seclusion of Crawley House with his young son and his faithful butler Thomas Barrow.

Together, with the help of old friends, the two cousins try to unveil the murderer that is on the loose in Downton Abbey looking to avenge an old sin from the past.

PRINCIPLE RETURNING CAST:

Lady Mary, Lady Edith, and Tom Branson - Michelle Dockery, Laura Carmichael, and Allen Leech

Lady Rose Aldridge, “Dowager Countess of Sinderby” - Lily James

Mrs. Lucy Branson - Tuppence Middleton

Anna Bates - Joanne Froggett

Thomas Barrow & Richard Ellis - Richard Collier & Max Brown

NEW PRINCIPLE CAST

Captain George “The Comet” Crawley, Earl of Grantham - Henry Cavil

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Crippled during battle while Storming an SS held Austrian Castle in May 1945, George Crawley chose seclusion rather than Downton Abbey. For the last ten years he has retreated from the world. Surrounded by Libraries of ancient texts and Medieval Chronicles - glass cases filled with trophies and artifacts from his adventures - George broods darkly over the death of his men and a betrayal by the one he loved most in Matthew Crawley’s old chair by the fire..

However, his young idealistic cousin rouses the once heroic and valiant adventurer back to action with the encouragement of his son Jason Crawley and Thomas Barrow, who believe George has sat idle too long and must become the leader and man of action he once was.

“Well, well, well ... if it isn’t Captain George “The Comet” Crawley himself. The most Dangerous Man in the whole Empire, this one was ... Once.

“Yes, I dare say, and how are you holding up these days, eh, Old Boy?!”

“With a cane.”

Ms. Sybil “Sybbie” Branson - Jessica De Gouw

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A Genius Mechanical Engineer, Sybbie was once the partner and companion of George Crawley on many adventure and stayed by his side throughout the war. However in 1943, during a mission with their SOE Commando Team in Greece, Sybbie Branson turned coat on the Allies and was revealed to be a Nazi Agent ... Her betrayal caused the unintended death of John “Johnny” Bates Jr.

Captured in Austrian Castle in May of 1945 at great cost in George’s blood and the lives of his men by her fanatical suitor and body guards, Sybbie was tried at Nuremberg for helping design super weapons for the Nazis. However, just before her execution, at the last moment, she was reprieved and recruited by “Operation Paper Clip” ... some believed sparing her life was the last thing George did before going into seclusion.

Ten years later, Ms. Sybil Darcy splits her time in Hollywood as an Oscar winning actress and a Southern California Military Base where she helps develop rockets for a fledgling American Space Program. It is only by chance that on another guilt ridden drinking binge that she awakens at the doors of Downton Abbey - her childhood home - where her International Playboy fiance was invited to Lady Mary’s House Party.

“When I’m in his arms all I can think of is home, and when I think of home all I can think of is you. I know what I’ve done is evil and can never be forgiven. And I don’t ask for it from you ... all I ask is that you wait for me ... please, don’t leave me here alone. I don’t remember what this world was like without you in it, And all I know is that I cannot live in such a world. I know you don’t want to hear it, but I love you, and I’ll never stop ... Never.”

Lady Marigold Fraser, “Countess of Tarahill” - Elizabeth Henstridge

During the “Battle of Britain” and “The Blitz” Corporal Marigold Crawley served as a operator and airwoman in the RAF control room. When George and Sybbie’s squadron was sent to break the Siege of Malta and fight in the North Africa Campaign , Marigold would not be left behind. Thus, she resigned commission and became a War Corespondent for her Mamma and Aunt Laura at “The Sketch” - covering George and his men’s exploits from the ‘safety’ of Sybbie’s mechanic’s hanger. Later, during Sybbie’s arch betrayal, Marigold used her media and diplomatic pass as a Marquess’s step-daughter to rescue a hunted George with the help of local resistance. She went on to cover D-Day, Market Garden, and the Battle of the Bulge while attached to a much darker and violent George and his Commandos,

Marigold was vaulted as a “Female Pioneer in Journalism”. But falling in Love with a Scottish Colonel in the British Airborne during Market Garden, she chose marriage rather than her career. But 10 years later the call of adventure is stirred in the societal matron’s blood once more upon her reunion with best friend George and a Mystery to solve.

“Do you ever think of it, George?”

“The war?”

“Would you think me terrible if I told you that I miss it?”

“What particularly do you miss about the Ardennes or Arnhem Bridge?”

“It’s not the places, not the snowy woods all bundled tight together in our freezing foxhole under artillery fire, or escaping Holland on rubber rafts in the middle of the night ... I miss our men, I miss ... waking up in the morning and knowing that we were apart of something, that it was you and me, and the old chaps, against the world ... I miss being useful, George. I guess, I’d rather like to feel that way again.”

Ms. Caroline Talbot - Daisy Ridley

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Beautiful, Spoiled, Clever, Selfish, and Effete, the co-heiress to “Branson & Talbot Motors” has spent her life attempting to get a rise out of her mother. As most desirable of debutantes and Crown Princess of British High Society, Caroline spends her days scheming and contriving against other society girls, of whom she loves to torment. Her nights in nightclubs spent drinking and dancing, waking up in different beds throughout the poshest London Houses.

She loathes her mother, and blames Henry’s death on George, whose Spitfire shot down the German Bomber that crashed into Henry and Bertie’s train during “The Battle of Britain”. With George and Sybbie having never gotten along with, or been able to stand, Henry - Caroline believes George plotted her father’s death.

However, her arrogance and anger is dropped only in the presence of her best and only true friend, her cousin Edward. The only person in her unhappy life of whom she knows she truly loves.

“JUST SAY IT, MAMMA! WHY CAN’T YOU SAY IT! Why can’t you just say you didn’t love him! I’m certainly not the first unloved child ever born to a widow looking for a cheap thrill! I guess I owe you enough thanks for at least marrying Daddy!”

“Oh, pipe down, you spoiled little bitch!”

“Shut up, you Nazi whore! You two ran off to have your little adventures and you never stopped to think, just once, about me!”

“Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ! Here we are again! What could you possibly want more of?! Huh? You got everyone’s attention!”

“George, leave it!.”

“No, no more, mom! She got everything I didn’t! She got a mother and father, parents! You left me behind so that you and Henry could start your trendy new fashionable family! You took their side against me! You and Uncle Tom! Just so you can continue to play grab ass with your pathetic little trio! I spent years away from home, Christmases at Aunt Edith’s, all because Henry didn’t want me here! MY OWN HOUSE! And still, after all that, his brat wants more! So, what, Goddamnit!? What do you want from me, Caroline!?”

“YOU! I wanted my brother! I loved you and I needed you! And you left me with HER!

Lord Edward Robert Pelham, “Marquess of Hexham” - William Moseley

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Upright and just minded, Lord Hexham grew up on the stories of adventure and mystery that his older cousins, George and Sybbie, were famous for. At the death of his father in the war, he looked up to his cousin George as a male role model.

Thirteen years later, while on break from Oxford - he is not sure what to do with his life. Determined to save his beloved best friend Caroline from a nose dive of alcohol and sex turning into a death spiral, he finds himself at Downton Abbey - a guest of his Aunt Mary - when a murder takes place. But when the Killer leaves a message that it would only be the first. it seems everyone turns to him - as senior peer - for guidance. Unsure what to do, he goes to find his old mentor, George - who has much more experience in this kind of danger and mystery.

“I don’t know, Marigold ... sometimes I think I’m the wrong man for this job.”

“Nonsense. In fact, rising above the bias of an older sister and the person who helped raise you, I just happen to think you’re the perfect man for the job.”

“I feel ashamed sometimes. There are lads out there that don’t have two pounds in their hands. And here I am, a Marquess, leaving Oxford, to snuggle up to my big sister’s beast, because, I’m frustrated.”

“Well, they are fantastic breasts.”

“I’m serious ... I just, I keep telling Caroline that there’s more in life. But I feel like it’s all just words. Neither Mummy nor Papa were ever so ambitious. And it’s not that I want more power, how could I? It’s just ... I feel like there’s something out there, waiting for me to get into its shouting distance.”

Jason Matthew Crawley, Lord of Downton - Unknown (I don’t know child actors)

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Born in 1944 to an unknown mother of whom George refuses to speak of to anyone. Mary and the rest of the family were shocked and confused to find George return from the war hobbled on a cane and carrying a toddler that was unmistakably his son.

Ten years later the blue eyed raven curled boy attends the local Downton school, but is often pursued by high ranking academies for his extremely high intellect. But George refuses to entertain sending him away. Spending most days with Mary,Tom, and Edith, the boy is famed around the county for his Holmesian deduction skills ... and aptitude for machinery - which his father refuses to allow him to pursue. Serving as his father and ‘Uncle Edward’s’ assistant while investigating the murder, they find him a much bigger help than they thought possible.

“You listen to me, Cowboy ... cause I’m only going to tell you once. You stay away from Sybbie, do you understand me?”

“I was just saying that she’s beautiful -”

“Under no circumstance do you go near her or even speak to that woman.”

“But what does a movie star want with me?”

“This conversation is concluded, mind what I say.”

“But, Pop ... wha -?”

“That’s an order, Cowboy.”

“Ye- yes, Sir.”

#Downton Abbey #Sybbie Branson #George Crawley #Marigold Crawley #Caroline Talbot #Jessica De Gouw #Henry Cavill #Elizabeth Henstridge #William Moseley #Daisy Ridley

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sasarahsunshine · 3 years

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Soak Up The Sun - Fun Things/Facts

My favorite thing about writing my fic so far is exploring the relationships between my OC and the team. For example, I LOVE writing Emily and Derek the most, because they definitely have brother/sister vibes, and they remind me of my relationship with my own brother. I also want that for Kassidy: to have them there as her older “siblings” in a way. I especially love how close Kassidy and Emily are becoming.

(I’m going to be writing a lot about Kassidy’s relationships with the team so I’m gonna put a read more thing here now.)

Emily and Kassidy stay up too late talking on the phone, talking about boys (and girls) they used to like when they were younger, telling stories of embarrassing things they’ve done. They go on breakfast dates all the time, sometimes inviting the other BAU girls along, but sometimes it’s just the two of them. Emily convinces Kass to adopt a cat so her apartment won’t feel so lonely. The two of them like to go to pet stores and buy matching sweaters for their cats. They also constantly text each other dumb things that are on their minds. “I saw a fat squirrel today” “!!!no way!” Kassidy helps set up a private facebook for Emily so they can share pictures to each other (this is placed in 2010/2011 so they don’t get instagrams just yet). They love taking selfies with their cats, as well as taking pictures of the sunsets they see when on the jet. They start collecting postcards from the towns they visit and write them to each other, so when they get home they have fun mail to look at. Emily’s ringtone is the Kim Possible theme song.

And then there’s Rossi, who’s one of the team Dads(TM). I like to think Rossi sees Kassidy as the child he never had (SPOILER ALERT before Joy gets introduced to the story LMAO), so he’s extra sweet on her- and spoils her rotten. She never asks him for anything but eventually he starts buying stuff for her and paying for groceries to be delivered to her apartment and she’s like “???? what are you doing?” And he’s like “you’re my daughter now I am taking care of you.” LOL. Of course later on when Joy joins the BAU fam Rossi introduces her to Kassidy like “Joy this is my other daughter” and Joy is like “Cool I have a sister!” And Kass is like “I’m not actually his daughter tho-” “shush Kass you’re my kid, now smile for the camera.” She puts up with it and accidentally calls him “dad” once in front of everyone and it’s that whole scene from Brooklyn Nine-Nine and she’s like “no i didn’t why would I do that” lol. Rossi puts her in his phone as “Sunshine” since he’s the first one to ever call her that. She has him in as “Team Dad.” His ringtone is That’s Amore by Dean Martin. “When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that’s amore~”

And then Hotch is like the other Dad(TM) who just wants to watch Kassidy and Spencer succeed at life and must protect them at all costs. Kassidy babysits for him a lot and freaking LOVES Jack. She becomes his unofficial “big sister” and lives for it. She loves taking Jack and Henry to the movies and park and is the best babysitter JJ and Hotch can find. Hotch has found her sleeping on his couch one to many times and just puts a blanket over her and lets her stay the night. He gets her coffee in the morning as a thank you for watching his son. At first she was embarrassed but eventually she gets a key to Hotch’s apartment, since he has a key to hers, and she just shows up sometimes just cause she can. She’s bad at buying groceries for herself but you bet your last dime she’s buying healthy foods for Hotch and Jack. She stocks their pantry FULL with foods, often showing Aunt Jessica where she hid the snacks so Jack (and Hotch) don’t try to get to them. She ends up with her own drawer in Hotch’s room that has some of her clothes and shower stuff in it cause of how often she’s over there. Her ringtone for Hotch is the COPS theme song LMAO.

Morgan is Kassidy’s certified Big Brother(TM) and he will hurt anyone who hurts his baby sister. He takes on the role so naturally around her and loves her for making him feel life can be normal sometimes. He has to tease her a lot about her crush on Reid, but that’s what big brothers do, ya know? The two of them like to go out for drinks and dancing when they get home from cases. Gotta remind themselves that life is beautiful and fun too. She buys Morgan a bunch of books and DVDs that she thinks he’ll like, and he always promises that he definitely read/watched them, but she knows he didn’t. Except when she buys him Tangled on DVD, telling him that it’s her FAVORITE Disney movie of ALL TIME. She knows he watched that one because she hears him humming some of the songs that got stuck in his head. They also hav the complete opposite taste in music, often fighting over what station to listen to when in the car. Usually Hotch or Emily has to tell them to knock it off or they’ll end up hitting each other (nicely). Kassidy HATES running, but she gets up at 6am on Saturdays to run with Morgan. She’s getting more stamina because of it, but she won’t admit it. Her ringtone for him is her favorite song, “Soak Up The Sun” by Sheryl Crow.

Penelope and Kassidy are besties for sure. They have girls night once a week when they can, binging on ice cream and watching lame rom-coms (Kass can’t handle secondhand embarrassment movies but she’ll watch them if Penny asks- hiding her face in her hands when those scenes are on). They like to go shopping together, hyping each other up in dressing rooms and picking out cute/colorful clothes. They always do brunch when they go shopping. They spend a LOT of money when they’re together, and have no filter whatsoever. Kassidy tends to get drunk by the end of the night if she was with Penny, which is always odd considering at the beginning of the day she swore she wouldn’t drink anything. She ends up taking a whole small chest for herself at Penny’s apartment, keeping clothes and toiletries in there. Penelope joked once that Kassidy had her stuff scattered all around the state of Virginia. She wasn’t wrong. Kassidy’s ringtone for her is “Walking on Sunshine” by Katrina & The Waves. They also text cute pictures of baby animals to each other a lot.

JJ and Kassidy love getting mani-pedi’s together. And when they’re together it’s either a whole spa day, or they’re at the firing range- there is no in between. No matter what they do, a lot of money will be missing from their accounts at the end of the day, much to Will (and Rossi’s) dismay. Kassidy see’s JJ as a sister too, but more like a twin/super close best friend type of sister, not an older sister like she see’s Emily. She’s totally a Jemily shipper (as a joke, but like <w<). They like to lay in the grass in JJ’s backyard and stare at the clouds, talking about all the places they’ll visit someday. One time they planned a whole trip to Greece, pulling out their phones and looking up ticket prices for the plane ride, hotel, sight-seeing and more. They haven’t fulfilled that trip yet, but they sometimes mention it to one another, reminding themselves that they will go. Someday. JJ’s ringtone is the opening Disney theme to every movie ever.

And then there’s Spencer <3 From the beginning she felt kind of drawn to him, his mannerisms, his love of knowledge- all of it. They like to get coffee together on their days off and trade books (Kassidy had to buy a bunch of new books recently so she had more to trade with him). She’s been to his apartment quite a few times, watching French movies and Earth Documentaries. They just like being in each others company (uwu). Kassidy probably texts Spencer the most, even though he detests texting- but that doesn’t stop him from replying. Her text tone for him is R2-D2 beeping (even though he says he’s not really a fan of Star Wars). During cases they’re almost always paired up together to work on geo-profiling and victimology, sitting close at the table with their legs just barely touching, their feet lightly pushing into each other every once in a while to remind the other that they’re still there. They’re totally NOT playing footsie (they totally are). Her ringtone for Spencer is the Star Trek opening theme. “Space, the final frontier. These are the voyages of the starship, Enterprise.”

Kassidy hasn’t met some of the other fun characters of the show yet, but eventually she’ll love all of them too <3 This fic takes place in season 6, after Hayley dies and right before Emily “dies,” ;) ANYWAYS I wanted to rant about this a little so um, thanks if you read it? LOL. Let me know what you guys think? <3

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procrastinatingsapphictrash · 3 years

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Friday Nights (1)

Full series: 2 3 4 5 6 (more coming soon),

Word count: 1491

Genre: Honestly idk, maybe a little angst but mostly fluff?

Pairing: Jake x Amy (with platonic others in the squad)

Warnings: Minor swearing (let me know if I need to add more)

Summary: After Amy’s breakup with her boyfriend, Jake and Amy establish a weekly binge watching night and both avoid their feelings for each other.

A/N: So I had this posted on my wattpad account as well as some of the other chapters but I wanted to move it here as well because I’m more active here. I wrote this over six months ago now near the beginning of quarantine and although it doesn’t seem that long ago I feel like I’ve gotten better as a writer since then. Also I’m not done this series yet but because I already had this posted elsewhere I will have some other chapters up and will hopefully finish this series within a few weeks. If you like this and want to continue reading go to chapter two which is up and you can find the whole series on my masterlist.

**Please note that the warnings, pairing and genre are for the whole series so it varies chapter to chapter.

Amy POV

It's pathetic really. It's seven o'clock on a Friday night and I am alone in my apartment after being dumped again. I got the text this morning after I had just got to the precinct. Luckily nobody else was around because I got there really early (as usual), but I still had to go through the rest of the day pretending that nothing was wrong. It was such a jerk move for him to break up with me over text but then again I always knew he was a coward. That's why I don't understand why I am so upset about this because I never liked Daniel and actually was planning to break up with him. Him dumping me should feel like more of a relief. Maybe it's the principle of the matter and being dumped reminded me that I don't have anyone significant in my life. I just feel like I am getting older and all my friends and brothers seem to have someone in their lives but I am just always alone. I want someone who I can share everything with and who doesn't find me boring like all my exes seem to. Just because I like binders and time tables doesn't mean that I can't be exciting - I am a detective after all.

Still having an exciting job doesn't equid being an exciting person that much is obvious. Besides I'm not even a cool detective like Rosa or Jake and I so often avoid outside of work gatherings that I am often uninvited or just forgotten. Like today. Honestly I think that not being invited to the celebration at Shaw's is bothering me just as much as my break up because it cements the fact that I am boring in other people's eyes. Right now the rest of the squad is sure to be there eating, drinking, talking and generally just having a good time as I sit on my couch alone with nothing to eat. The hunger makes me wish I had been invited to Shaw's because I am such a horrible cook that I have nothing in my fridge that is an actual meal, it's just a bunch of vegetables. Although I would be less hungry at Shaw's my loneliness would stay the same. Everyone else in the squad is so close to each other that it makes me feel left out even when I have known them for years. Every time that I try to do something to make me look cool in their eyes it back fires and I end up saying something dumb. We are friends but they definitely don't care about me as much as I care about them. They probably didn't even notice that they forgot to invite me again.

With that a tear slips down my face and my eyes water threatening to overflow. I take a few deep breaths trying to calm myself down. I hate crying so much because it makes me feel so weak. Growing up with seven brothers meant that if I cried they would tease me about it and say I was too sensitive. Even now with nobody here to see me cry I feel like I need to stay stronger and hold it in. With my breath returning to normal and my eyes no longer watering I reach up and wipe the single tear off of my cheek. Crying won't help me feel better, it will just make it worse. What I need to do is figure out a plan to distract myself and that starts with getting food. Just as I stand up from my couch to leave I hear a knock on the door.

Jake POV

The sound of music and conversation greets my ears as I step into the fairly crowded bar. It's still early (not even seven yet) but that doesn't matter because Shaw's is almost always lively from the moment it opens until it closes. That's part of the reason I like it so much. I head for the large table in the back that we always use if the whole squad is going to get together. Everyone is there but Amy when I arrive and the squad greets me with a range of hellos. Gina is here even if she technically isn't a part of the squad and from her behavior I can tell she is by far the drunkest. I slide into the seat right beside her partly because she is my oldest friend and partly because I want to ask her something.

"Hey Ginaaaa" I sing song in greeting.

"Sup" she slurs back while downing another shot. I smile at her antics glancing over at Rosa who is rolling her eyes at me.

Remembering why I started talking to her I ask, "Do you know what time Amy said she'd be here at?" Gina froze looking at me with wide eyes and an apologetic expression on her face.

I sigh. "You forgot to ask her didn't you?" She nods and drowns another shot. This is bad. I know that I definitely was talking about tonight while Amy was in the room and I'm sure the others did too, assuming that she knew about it. Now she probably thought that she was purposefully uninvited or forgotten about. Now that I think about it she did seem a little bit strange all day like something was bothering her so this was probably it. It's just like Gina to completely forget about someone - for a secretary she is really bad at organization. Amy was the only person that I hadn't invited so when I had to leave to investigate a lead I told Gina to invite her assuming that it was an easy job. Apparently it was harder than I thought. It doesn't matter right now though so when she drunkenly tries to apologize I just brush it off. What I need to do right now is get to Amy's house to make sure she's not upset with the mix-up.I'm sure that she's fine but I also want to go just to see her because I have a little bit of a crush on her. I look to Rosa who seems to understand my train of thought.

"Go. Don't worry about Gina, I'll get her home safe." She says. I just nod in response glad that I've told Rosa about my feelings towards Amy. Rosa is definitely the best friend to go to for advice I muse as I leave the bar, even though she does tease me she doesn't do it publicly and she always knows when I need support. Right now I've been going to her a lot because Amy is dating a guy named Daniel. Daniel is the reason I can't do anything about my feelings for Amy. I know that it would only mess with her thoughts if I told her I liked her and as much as I hate her and Daniel together I don't want to be the guy that ruins her relationship. Besides even if she wasn't dating him I wouldn't want to jeopardize our friendship or how well we work together so the safest thing is to just forget about my feelings.

Amy's house is pretty close to the precinct or Shaw's so by the time I'm done with my inner thoughts I am only a few short blocks away. As I am walking by I notice a Chinese restaurant that also does take-out and the combination of my hunger (I didn't eat at Shaw's as I had planned) and wanting to get Amy something makes me go in and pick up some food. After I come back out I hurry to Amy's not wanting the food to get cold. Only as I enter her apartment building do I realize that Amy is probably with her boyfriend because it is a Friday night after all. It doesn't matter though because if there is even the slightest chance that I could spend some time with Amy I'm taking it. Also if she's out I can just pretend I was never there and if she and Daniel are both there I can just pretend that I am dropping some stuff off to apologize and then leave.

Just after I finish crafting my plan the elevator doors ping open and I enter. There's already someone in there, a middle aged women with graying hair. Amy doesn't live too far up, she lives on the sixth floor, but elevators are slow and the awkward silence consumes me as I wait for the doors to open again. After what feels like hours the open with another ping and I make a quick exit before heading down the hallway towards Amy's door. When I reach it my hand hovers over the door, hesitating, as I consider just leaving but I eventually manage to give a few sharp raps before I back up a step and wait.

#brooklyn 99 #b99 #jake peralta #amy santiago #jake x amy #peraltiago

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bring you back to me ― part viii

ft. jeff skinner plot: when your high school sweetheart gets traded to the same city where you now live and work, your best friend just can’t mind her own business ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ warnings. swearing, drinking, all sorts of nsfw stuff 👏🏻 word count: 6.4k 118 days later, here I am and just lazy as always, hence the fact that I’ve got no gif for you gays again, whoops. i’m sure no one is surprised that this is pm unedited. thank you everyone for your patience in me getting this chapter out for you guys. it was a long ass off season, but now i’ve got my writing mojo back, so I hope you guys enjoy!! 💞 visit my masterlist (there’s a link in my description!) to sign up for email alerts or to view the master document with all parts of the fic for easy binge reading!!

It startles you to the point that you jump slightly when your phone starts vibrating violently against your desktop. With your heart leaping still, you grin when you glance at it to see Jeff’s name across the screen, ringing again a second later. You answer the call and lift your phone to your ear, rotating in your chair to face away from the computer, welcoming the distraction.

“Hey,” you say casually, still smiling as you bring your hand up to chew on your thumbnail.

“Hey, beautiful,” he responds, and you hear the sound of his car door shutting. “How’s work?”

“Uneventful. Are you out of practice already?” Your words come as you check your watch to see the time.

“Yeah, coach let us go a little early today,” he tells you, and you hear him try to stifle a yawn.

“Are you gonna head home for a nap?” you ask with a soft laugh, pushing your hair out of your face.

“Yeah, probably,” he admits, earning a snort out of you.

“I hope you know that I’m crazy jealous.”

The after practice phone calls had come every day in the week that followed Jeff’s return from the road trip. It had become part of the easy routine the two of you had settled into. You’d stayed together a handful of nights, gone to one of his two home games that week. Being together was just easy.

“Do you want to go out for drinks tonight? Some teammates and their girls are going out, so I just figured it’d be a good time for you to meet everyone,” he says following a short pause. You know he’s driving, you can hear the soft clicking of his blinker and the hum of the radio.

“Uhm, what time? I’m grabbing dinner with some colleagues, so as long as it’s after that, yeah, I’d like to go,” you tell him, despite feeling a little nervous about meeting more of his teammates.

“Yeah, that should work. Do you think 9 would be a good time to shoot for?”

“I think so, yeah, we should be done by then,” you say, leaning back in your seat a bit more. Your stomach is growling, and you’ll be happy to take your lunch break once you’re off the phone with Jeff.

“Great, I’ll send you the address later,” he tells you, and you can hear the smile in his voice. “You wanna stay at mine after?”

A wide grin spreads across your face, and you laugh quietly. “Yeah, sure,” you say, feeling heat rise up the back of your neck as you wonder if the hickeys you’d left on his chest a couple nights early was still there.

The two of you talk for a few more minutes until he reaches his parking garage, and you say your goodbyes as he gets into the elevator. As if on cue, your stomach growls loudly the second you hand up, and you step out of your cubicle to see if Lydia had had lunch yet.

You and Lydia ended up going out for sandwiches around the corner from your office, taking your time to get back to work. You told her about going out with Jeff to meet some of his teammates, and asked if she’d want to go with you, figuring she’d jump at the opportunity. She declined your invitation, which was a surprise, but you didn’t push for a reason. It was a nice lunch though, considering you hadn’t seen much of her in the last few days. The two of you solidified plans for the game you were going to in a few days, and you eventually went back to your desk to finish out the work day.

Somehow, the rest of the day went by quickly enough. Dinner was nice, considering it was with work friends you didn’t see very often. After eating, you hung around for a while, catching up as you finished your glass of wine. By the time you went your separate ways, it was earlier than you expected, and you texted Jeff to let him know you were on your way to the bar.

Since you were staying in the city overnight, you’d just left your car in the garage at work, sure that Jeff would give you a ride to work in the morning. You ordered an Uber to the bar, and in the backseat of the car, you reapply your lipstick and try your best not to feel nervous at the prospect of meeting more of Jeff’s teammates.

When you walk in, it’s easy to spot everyone, and Jeff’s back is to you as you approach. There’s an empty glass in front of him and another that’s only a third full in his hand, and when you’re close enough, you run your hand over his shoulder and lean to kiss his cheek. He looks at you and a grin spreads widely across his face as he greets you. Shrugging off your jacket, you glance around the table, and you’re happy to see some familiar faces. As you get settled into your seat, Jeff goes around the table to introduce everyone.

Ten minutes later and you’ve relaxed a little, chit-chatting with a few of the girls. You feel a little out of place, considering you’re still in the same black slacks and blouse that you’d worn to work earlier. Jeff’s hand is resting on your knee under the table, and it’s more than a little distracting. He finishes his second beer and squeezes your knee lightly to get your attention.

“I’m gonna go grab another drink, do you want anything?” he asks, grinning at you still and you notice a slight flush coloring his cheeks. “Yeah, I’ll go with you, I want to see what they’ve got on tap,” you tell him, tucking your hair behind your ear as you slip out of your seat.

The bar’s not very crowded, but there’s a short wait to order drinks and Jeff’s arm slips around your shoulders easily. You take the time to look at the draft listing on the wall, humming in thought quietly as you try to decide what you want.

“How was dinner?” he asks, warm as you lean into him slightly.

“It was nice, a good chance to catch up with some colleagues I don’t see very often,” you respond, tilting your head up to look at him. He drops his head to kiss you quickly, and you smile against his mouth, grateful that you’ve got this quick minute to catch up.

The two of you talk softly for a few more moments before it’s Jeff’s turn to order. He asks what you want and once you respond, he pulls away to step up to the bar. You fish your phone out of your pocket, texting Lydia the name of the bar in case she’d changed her mind about wanting to come out.

Someone behind you said your name, and you jumped slightly, turning to see who it was. You were greeted by a familiar face you hadn’t seen in a while, a friend from work that had taken a position in another city a few months earlier.

“Oh my god, Peter, hi!” you exclaim, grinning widely as you take a step closer to hug him quickly. “I didn’t know you were in town! I just had dinner with Vanessa and Gayle!” You’re practically beaming, still shocked to see him.

“My mom’s birthday is this weekend, so I figured that warranted a trip home. My brother dragged me out tonight,” he says, pointing over his shoulder. “How have you been? You look great. I wasn’t even sure it was you when I saw you, I know you and Lydia usually stick to Stella’s.”

The mention of Stella’s makes you snort softly, reminded of the number of times Peter had picked you and Lydia up after a night of drinking. “Trust me, I’d love to be at Stella’s right now,” you say, shrugging with a laugh. “I’m out with my boyfriend and his teammates, so I didn’t get to pick the bar.” You pause, glancing over your shoulder to see Jeff approaching you. “Oh, speaking of which, here he is.”

Jeff is clearly sizing Peter up as he hands you your beer, arm sliding around your shoulders in a rather protective manner as you thank him quietly for the drink. Peter looks rather surprised, clearly recognizing Jeff, and it’s an interesting few seconds to watch unfold.

“Uh, Peter, this is Jeff,” you say, breaking the short silence. “Jeff, Peter. We used to work together, but he transferred to an office out of state a while back.” Jeff clearly relaxes when he realizes Peter is someone you actually know rather than some random guy that wouldn’t leave you alone.

“Nice to meet you, man,” Peter says, offering his hand which Jeff shakes.

“Yeah, you too,” he responds quickly before glancing down at you. “I’m gonna head back to the table, okay?”

“Yeah, I’ll be right there,” you assure him, smiling quickly as he pulls away. As polite as ever, Jeff tells Peter to have a good night before taking off, and Peter gives you an impressed look that makes you snort.

“We’ve clearly got a lot of catching up to do,” he teases, making you roll your eyes with a grin as you take a sip of your drink.

“Yeah, we do. How long are you in town? I’m sure Lydia would love to see you too.”

“My flight takes leaves Monday morning. Let me see what I’ve got going on family-wise, and I’ve still got your numbers, so I’ll start a group chat to see if we can find a time to grab lunch or something,” he says, warm smile on his face. “I’ll let you get back to your friends though, yeah?”

You nod, taking a step forward to hug him tightly. “Sounds good. I’ll see you soon then,” you tell him, pulling back and already starting back toward the table with a wave.

Retaking your seat at the table, you rejoin the group midway through a debate over the Office versus Parks and Rec, and you’re content to listen as you take drinks from your glass here and there. You nudge Jeff with your knee gently under the table and from the corner of your eye, you see him grin as he nudges you back, his hand settling on your thigh a moment later.

Half an hour later as you’re finishing your beer, Jeff leans to kiss the side of your head, asking softly if you were ready to head out for the night. You tell him you’ll be ready to head out in another ten minutes or so, and he nods, finishing off his beer as well. His hand had moved a little higher on your thigh without you really noticing, and you can’t help the slight smirk that tugs at the corners of your mouth.

“You can go ahead and order a ride home if you want,” you tell him, enjoying the bit of color in his cheeks brought on by the beer. He nods and fishes his phone out of his pocket, and after a moment, he says the car will be there in five.

After slipping on your jacket, the two of you say your goodbyes, and you’re glad that Jeff had thought to invite you. Meeting more of his teammates made everything feel a lot more real, and there’s a content grin on your face as you headed out to the street, Jeff’s arm around you as you walked.

“Did you have a good time?” Jeff asks, kissing your hair softly as you lean into his frame. His eyes are on his phone, checking the make and model of the vehicle you were keeping an eye out for.

“Yeah, definitely,” you assure him, nodding quickly. “It’s nice getting to meet everyone, and running into Peter was a nice surprise too.” It’s then that the car pulls up, and Jeff is quick to open the door, letting you slide into the seat before joining you. He greets the driver and is already pulling you back to his side.

“You said you used to work with Peter?” he asked, and you looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. The question was innocent enough to come off as small talk, and you laugh it off softly as you rest your head on Jeff’s shoulder.

“Yeah, he worked in a different department though,” you explain, trying to stifle a yawn. It’s warm in the back of the car, enough so that it’s making you a little drowsy. “He’s a good guy. We made out a Christmas party one year, but Lydia was always far more into him than I was.”

Jeff makes a noise that you can’t determine the meaning of, and you snuggle in closer to his side.

“What, you jealous?” you ask, teasing tone to your voice. He shrugs, chuckling softly.

“Nah. I mean, I’ve made out with you at more Christmas parties than he has, so I feel like I’m in decent shape,” he responds, earning a laugh out of you.

“Yeah, you are, don’t worry,” you tell him, tilting your head up kiss his cheek softly.

The rest of the drive passes quickly, and you stay tucked into Jeff’s side. You’d only had the one drink, but Jeff had had a few more, and he was still tipsy, it was obvious in the way he toyed with your hair idly and the way he couldn’t seem to get you close enough.

In the elevator a few minutes later, Jeff crowds you up against the wall, grinning all the while as his hands settle on your hips. Before the doors are even closed, his mouth is on yours, kissing you sweetly as he squeezes you, hands moving up like he can’t keep them off you. You laugh quietly against his mouth, hand resting on his chest. When he pulls back, you grin, enjoying the sight of his flushed cheeks as his hands start to wander along your waist over the fabric of your blouse.

“You look awfully happy,” you tease, laughing again as he leans in again, this time attaching his lips to your neck. Your head immediately lolls to the side, a breathy sigh leaving you as his mouth moves over your pulsepoint.

“I am,” he says, words mumbled against your skin. “Why wouldn’t I be? I’ve got you all to myself for the rest of the night.” The words make you roll your eyes as a grin tugs at your mouth, and before you can respond, the elevator chimes before the doors open.

Jeff untangles himself from you with a begrudging sound, like it’s the hardest thing he’s ever done, and you chuckle as your hand finds his to tug him out of the elevator with you. As he fishes for his keys, you hug him, leaning into his chest and nuzzling into his collar bone while he gets the door open.

Inside, you slip out of your jacket and kick your shoes off, sighing softly as you hear Jeff moving around behind you. He says your name a second later, and you turn to look at him, grinning at the fact that he’s already reaching for you. Your arms start to slip around his neck, but his hands catch your wrists, pinning them above your head as he presses you against the wall just inside the door. It catches you by surprise, earning a gasp out of you as you instinctively arch to press closer to him.

When he kisses you, it’s rough, hungry, and you moan against his mouth as he keeps you pressed against the wall. His hand on your wrists is tight, but not uncomfortably so, and the fact that you’re not able to touch him has you growing impatient pretty quickly. Jeff tastes like beer, but you hardly care, and you let your teeth catch on his bottom lip, something that never fails to get a groan out of him.

You’re already panting by the time he pulls away just enough to kiss down the column of you throat, sucking at your skin. He’s nosing along the collar of your shirt and one hand leaves your wrists to drop to your waist. His hand slips under the hem of your top, hot against your skin as it moves up to brush his fingers along the band of your bra.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he murmurs into your cleavage, groaning into your skin. His tongue slides over the top of your breast and you shiver, breathing his name as your clit throbs. You arch your back, trying to press closer to him and he releases your other wrist to tug your shirt off over your head.

He grins down at you as he drops the fabric to the floor next to your feet, and the darkness in his eyes sends heat down your spine. You can’t stop yourself from reaching for him again, hands cupping his face as you pull his mouth back to yours. The kiss is rather sloppy, with Jeff humming against your mouth in a way that makes your insides turn to mush as heat pools between your thighs.

“Jeff, bedroom,” you breathe against his mouth, arm slipping around his neck despite the fact that you should be pulling away to drag him toward his room.

“Wanna make you cum first,” he responds, mouth barely leaves yours as he speaks. The quick statement makes your cheeks flush, and you do your best to ignore it. You don’t have the chance to respond before he’s pressing his body against yours firmly so you’re pinned back against the wall again.

You squirm slightly, legs pressing together, and you can already feel that you’re soaked. It’s so easy to get lost in the kiss that you’re mind goes blank as his tongue slides along yours, barely even aware of the fact that his hand is moving to unfasten you’re bra. He pulls the fabric away from your body and he leans back to look down at your newly exposed skin. Jeff looks incredible then, lips parted and slightly swollen, catching his breath as he takes the time to admire your tits.

He realizes he’s staring, and his eyes lift to yours and he’s smirking as he drops his head again. Jeff leaves another line of hot, sucking kisses down your sternum as his hands move over your waist like he can’t touch you enough. His mouth ghosts over your nipple and you gasp, hand sliding up his neck to run your fingers through his hair.

When you glance down at him, he’s looking up at you, and you can feel your flush creeping down your neck as you let your head rest back against the wall. A curse leaves you as he sucks a mark into the side of your breast, humming contently as he does so. He unfastens your trousers and you arch your hips toward him as pushes the fabric down your thighs. You kick them off easily, somehow managing not to trip as you toe them away. Jeff pulls back to look at you, cocky grin on his face as you squirm, pulling him back to you.

“Fuck, I love you,” you tell him, kissing him hard as you start unbutton his shirt. His hand slides up your waist to cup your breast, thumb rubbing over your nipple firmly and you make a needy whine that gets caught in your throat. Your fingers are shaking as you work at the last few buttons, cursing under your breath impatiently.

“Love you too, baby,” he murmurs, pulling back with a wide smirk in response to the sound you made. He leans away enough to slip out of his shirt and drop it to the floor, and you lick your lips as your eyes slid down his familiar frame. “I’ve been thinking about having you like this all day.” His words are soft, but there’s no mistaking the dark tone of it and he’s looking down at you as he presses closer.

When he kisses you again, he slips his hand into your panties easily, both of you groaning in unison when his fingers slip between your folds. Your hips immediately push toward his, and your arm loops around his neck for support as you swayed on your feet slightly. When you glance up at him, he’s watching you, and your clit throbs as his fingers sweep over it lightly.

Your hips rock against his hand slightly and you moan into Jeff’s mouth as his tongue slides over yours. His other hand drops from your waist to tug your panties down, and you shimmy enough to get them down to your ankles so you can kick them off. Jeff makes a sound of appreciation and you laugh softly, arms tightening around his neck to keep him from pulling away.

“So wet, sweetheart,” he breathes against your mouth and you nod slightly, biting his bottom lip as two of his fingers tease at your entrance. You can hear the sound of your arousal as his fingers just barely dip into you, and you huff with impatience.

Jeff’s smirk is obvious, and his mouth leaves yours to press a kiss to your cheek before moving down your jaw. He sinks two fingers into you and you sigh with relief, head falling back to rest against the wall behind you. Taking advantage of your new position, Jeff’s mouth settles on your pulsepoint and you curse under your breath as his fingers curl inside you.

“Fuck, Jeff,” you whine, feeling his fingertips against your g-spot. He lets the blunt edge of his teeth drag over your skin and your eyes squeeze closed as his thumb rubs a circle against your clit. Your toes curl against the floor as your hips rock firmly against his hand, wanting his fingers deeper inside you.

He’s sucking a mark against the side of your breast as he slips a third finger into you, and your back arches as you cry out for him. The heel of his hand starts grinding firmly against your clit with each motion of his fingers, and you curse again, barely able to tell which way is up by that point. Jeff keeps close to you, mouth eventually moving against your collarbone as he curses into your skin.

You’re grateful that he’s clearly not in the mood to do much teasing, quickly setting a rather rough rhythm as his fingers fuck into your cunt. With your arm around him, your nails dig into his shoulder and you arch in an effort to get more skin to skin contact. You almost hate that it’s so easy for him to make you unravel for him like this, barely even inside the door, but right now, it feels way too good to even care.

Your body feels like it’s on fire, sure that you’re flushed from head to toe as you squirm impatiently, hips moving against his hand. He’s standing so close to you, using one knee to keep your legs open, and when you rock against him, it’s impossible not to notice the line of his cock through his pants. Your hand slides up his neck to tangle in his short curls and your mouth drops open, but no sound comes out.

“You’re already close, aren’t you?” he asks, voice low as looks down at you. Forcing your eyes open to look at him, you nod, feeling yourself tighten around his fingers as a smirk slides onto his face.

His mouth crashes into yours in a rough, needy kiss that you moan into. Jeff licks into your mouth and you melt back against the wall, hips still grinding hard against his hand while his fingers curl roughly inside you.

His mouth leaves yours to look down in you, eyes moving slowly over your kiss swollen lips and taking in your dazed expression. The motion of his fingers picks up, taking you by surprise and nearly knocking the wind out of you. You press your lips together to stifle a filthy groan, and Jeff’s other hand lifts to cup your breast, teasing over your nipple to make you arch for him.

“I wanna hear you, sweetheart. Wanna hear you say my name when you cum,” he says, tugging at your nipple teasingly. His smirk is back, and you’re so close that you can’t even respond to him, eyes rolling back as your face creases with pleasure. “Shit, Jeff, oh my god,” you pant, the last syllable dragging out into a whine as you’re finally pushed over the edge.

The orgasm hits you hard, body tensing as your nails brush over his scalp. Clinging to him desperately, your curse again under your breath, rocking down to practically fuck yourself onto his fingers. Your throat’s dry from all of the whining and moaning you’ve done and your voice sounds wrecked as you breath his name. It feels like every nerve in your body is raw and exposed, and you’re grateful to have the wall behind you to lean against.

Your heart is thundering in your eyes as your orgasm slows, Jeff’s fingers still rocking against your core, gentler now like he’s guiding you down. It’s impossible to keep your eyes open any longer, so you let them close, already trying to guide Jeff’s mouth back to yours.

“I love you, holy shit,” you murmur between lazy kisses. You have to pull away frequently for a quick breath, he’s grinning at you when you open your eyes again.

“Love you too, more than anything,” he responds, sounding relaxed and sincere.

With a sigh, you bring a hand up to push your hair back, still trying to catch your breath as he pulls his fingers from you. You can see that the three fingers a slick with your wetness and you lick your lips. Like he’s read your mind, he slips the three digits into your mouth, and you immediately moan again at the taste of yourself on his thick fingers. Jeff’s breathing seems to pick up as he watches you, and you look up at him through your eyelashes as you suck his digits clean.

“Time to head to bed?” he asks you as he pulls his fingers from your lips, leaning to kiss you again, just as hard as he had earlier. You hum loudly, nodding as much as you can without breaking the kiss. Looping your arms around his neck, you rock your hips toward his to make him moan.

With a frustrated sounding sigh, Jeff pulled away, and you laugh as his hand slid into yours to pull you toward his room. The line of his cock straining against his pants is obvious by then, hence his urgency. You can tell that his shoulders are tense, and there’s a slight flush creeping up the back of his neck that makes you grin.

Closing his bedroom door behind you, his hands are on you immediately, gripping your hips and pulling your body against his. Breasts pressing against his chest, you tug at his bottom lip with your teeth as your hands move to unfasten his pants eagerly. He groans into your mouth when you drag his zipper down, hand stroking him through his boxers. You push his pants down his hips easily and he pulls away to kick them away, eyes lifting to yours again.

He’s grinning a bit, and his hand comes up to cup your jaw, guiding your mouth back to his. His arm loops around your waist, keeping you close as he walks you toward his bed, patience clearly dwindling. When the back of your thighs hits the mattress, Jeff kisses your shoulder after pulling back, reaching for the drawer of his nightstand for a condom.

You sit on the edge of the bed, leaning back with your weight resting on your hands as you watch him. He glances at you over the shoulder, shaking his head quickly, and your eyebrows raise in confusion.

“Turn over for me,” he tells you, sending heat down your spine. You move quickly, feeling how slick you are as you shift, knees and elbows pressing into the bed.

You don’t realize how close he is, because when Jeff’s hand settles low on your back, you jump slightly, both of you laughing a second later. His hand moves up your spine slowly and you shiver, already pressing back toward him.

“I could get used to this view, sweetheart,” he murmurs, sliding down his hips and opening the condom. The words make heat rise up your neck despite the goosebumps rise along your skin.

Biting your lip, you glance back at him quickly and he has the audacity to smirk at you before smacking your ass firmly to make you yelp in surprise, the noise fading into a moan. Given your reaction, he does it again, as your head drops and you rock back toward him with an impatient sound.

“Fuck, Jeff, c’mon,” you mutter, teeth clenched as you feel your clit throb.

“So goddamn needy, huh, y/n?” he responds, pulling you closer to the edge of the mattress. You glance back at him, licking your lips as you see him roll the condom on his length. You’re so desperate for him by then that the sight of his cock is almost enough to make your mouth water.

About to make another impatient noise, you feel his hand grip your hip as he starts to drag the head of his cock along your folds. A shiver runs down your spine again, and you moan as you rest more weight on your elbows to pop your hips a little higher for him. The display of eagerness makes him chuckle softly, positioning himself at your entrance and using the hand on your hip to pull you back onto his length.

A string of curses leaves you as your head falls forward, a high sound getting trapped in your throat as he fills you. Your grip on the sheet tightens, and you breathe his name, already trying to press back toward him more. His hand soothes over your back gently, calloused fingers moving over the bumps of your spine, and you can feel your pussy throbbing around his cock as you wait for him to move more.

“Jeff, please,” you murmur, eyes falling shut as he grips your hips with both hands.

“Please what, baby?” he asks, the cockiness in his voice making you want to scream.

“Shit, want you to fuck me,” you respond, voice low as he thumb brushes over your skin lightly.

He hasn’t taken you like this before, you realize, and you’re not used to not being able to touch him, kiss him, or pull at his hair. That lack of contact seems to be making you extra needy as you grind back against him as hard as you can. That earns a curse out of him and he sighs easily, rutting against you enough that his cock drags over your g-spot to make you moan.

You shift slightly so your chest is pressing against bed and he repeats the motion, harder this time. The new angle is exponentially better, and you push your hair out of your face, mouth dry from how heavily you’ve been breathing. He’s settling into a rhythm, but it’s not nearly enough for you, not yet, and you rock back to meet his hips roughly. Groaning his name, you twist the sheets beneath you, your skin feeling absolutely electrified as his hand moves over your back slowly.

He has a way of making you feel so stunning, just from how he always takes the time to savor you like this. It had taken a while to get used to, not to feel the need to cover yourself when he acted like you were the most perfect thing in the world.

“Harder, Jeff, please,” you whine as your cunt tightens around him. It’s like you can feel every ridge and vein of his cock as he sinks into you, each movement slick and leaving you desperate for more.

His response is to grunt, slapping your ass harder than before and your clit throbs for attention. Another curse leaves you, and he does as you’d requested, hand returning to your hips to start pounding into you. You’re absolutely soaked, you can feel it, hear it even, and you’re so focused on trying to catch your breath that when he spanks you again, you cry out in surprise.

“You feel so fucking good, baby, and you look incredible, taking my cock like this,” he tells you, humming under his breath a second later. You nod as best as you can, face half pressed into the mattress in an effort to quiet the constant moans that were leaving you.

He felt so much thicker in this position, and with your hips popped up like this, he was hitting all the right spots that had you teetering on the edge of an orgasm all over again. You’re grateful for his firm hold on your hips, because you’re not sure you’d be able to keep yourself upright otherwise.

Your body is tense, knowing you’re toeing the edge now and damn near desperate for it, your pussy squeezing tight around him. Shifting your weight slightly, you move one hand to settle between your thighs to give your clit the attention it’s aching for. Jeff makes a sound approval, groaning as he adjusts his hold on your hips as your eyes roll back.

“Mmph, god, Jeff,” you breathe, gasping out a curse a second later. Your toes curl as you cum, eyes squeezing shut as you all but sob into the mattress.

Jeff fucks you through it, hard, still squeezing your hips tightly to keep you in place despite your efforts to grind back against him for more friction. His thrusts seem almost targeted, hitting your g-spot with each motion and you’re practically slumped against the sheets as you babble out his name, nearly incoherently.

Still rubbing rough circles against your clit, your hand is suddenly drenched and Jeff curses behind you, his rhythm faltering slightly. You’re still gripping the comforter like your life depends on it, hips starting to ache from holding the position for so long, but fuck, it just feels too good to even attempt moving. You know he has to be close, the dropped rhythm always so telltale, and you’re panting his name with a throaty groan.

Your head is buzzing by the time you’re able to tell which way is up, forehead pressed to the mattress as you try to catch your breath. You’re less dazed then and pressing back toward Jeff as he slides a hand higher on your waist, his short nails grazing over your skin.

“Want you to cum for me, baby,” you murmur, voice low. When you push your hair back out of your face, your hairline is damp with sweat, your body hot.

He groans and squeezes your waist, your name leaving his lips as slams into you again before grinding hard against you. A slew of curses leaves him as he cums, your clit throbbing from hearing how wrecked he sounds. You rock back toward him to savor feeling off him coming undone for you, groaning as your pussy tightens around him. He’s breathing heavily, his hold on you loosening as you grin to yourself lazily, feeling satisfied as he pulls out.

“Shit, y/n,” Jeff says, sounding exhausted as he taps your ass with a chuckle before stepping away. You laugh with him easily, grinning as you let yourself fall onto your side, the muscles of your hips feeling sore for holding the position for so long.

Stretching out along the bed, you watch Jeff move about, removing the condom before putting it in the bin next to his nightstand. He glances at you, eyes taking in your naked frame as if you hadn’t been naked this whole time, and he’s smirking like he’s proud of himself. You scoff lightly, amused, and nudge at his thigh with your foot, feeling dampness against your calf where it rested on the edge of the bed.

“Shit, why is the blanket wet?” you ask, yawning as Jeff opens a drawer of his dresser to grab clothes.

“Uh, I think you squirted,” Jeff responds, glancing over his shoulder at you. He looks quite smug and you raise your eyebrows. “You want leggings?”

“Huh. Well, that’s new,” you say before nodding in response to his questions. Jeff tosses you a pair of leggings as well as panties from the drawer that had turned into yours. A shirt of his comes next and you grin at the fact that he’d done it automatically.

Finally confident that your legs will work, you stand to get dressed, and by the time you’re pulling your shirt on, Jeff is settling into bed. With a tired sigh, you join him, getting cozy between the sheets and he quickly moves to hold you, pressing his face into your chest.

Your hand comes up to push through his slightly damp curls and you grin contently as he nuzzles into you. He lifts his head a second grinning up at you then pressing a kiss to your mouth.

“I love you,” you murmur, kissing him again.

“Love you too, baby,” he says, stifling a yawn and settling his head on your shoulder.

You’re still playing with his hair with one hand as you reach for your phone that you’d left on the nightstand earlier, making sure you’d remembered to set alarms for the morning. “It’s only 11, did you want to watch something before bed?” you ask, kissing his forehead before yawning yourself.

“You can put something on if you want, but I can’t guarantee I’ll stay awake for more than 20 minutes,” he tells you, already sounding quite sleepy. You nod, chuckling as you pull away enough to turn off the lamp on the nightstand.

The two of you end up staying awake longer than expected, curled up together and talking quietly in the dark. He’s warm and familiar, head still settled on your shoulder with his arm around your waist securely. It seemed like that was his favorite way to sleep and you surely didn’t mind, toying with his hair idly.

You made plans to grab breakfast in the morning, and you fell asleep thinking about breakfast pastries and the sweet man you’re curled up with.

#jeff skinner imagine #jeff skinner smut #buffalo sabres imagine #bybtm #**#Idk how I even used to tag these???

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billyhargroveinaponytail · 4 years

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Good Ole Dacre Montgomery

Chapter 7: 'I fell victim to the sound of your love'

Songs for this chapter:

'To Build A Home' By The Cinematic Orchestra 'Grace' By Lewis Capaldi

'Waves' By Dean Lewis

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The smell of pancakes filled the air of Myra's trailer,coming in through the small crack in her door. '11:30am' The bright screen of her phone shinned back at her. Myra moved the cover off her body to realize that she was still in her bathing suit top and shorts. She dug around in her suit case and took out a pair of shorts and her signature bed shirt. She pushed back her bedroom door to see Paisley seated at the dining table with Joe.

"Hey there sleepy head! I decided to invite Joe over for breakfast I hope that's ok with you!" Myra nodded, her head pounding with every step she took. "Why did you let me drink so much?" She groaned searching through the cabinet for a pain reliever. "You needed to relax, you deserved a night to let loose." Paisley gave a warm smile, hoping Myra had forgotten most of last night. Unfortunately Myra hadn't forgotten, the image of Dacre and Liv wrapped in each other's arms stayed burned into her memory.

"I'm liking the shirt,MJ!"Joe spoke. Myra glanced down at what had become her favorite shirt with disgust. "I'm going to change and go do some laundry, do you need any done?" Myra walked into her room, switching out her shirt with a black hoodie and her slide on shoes. "No I will take care of it tomorrow, you want me to go with you?" Paisley took her empty plate to the sink,rinsing it off. "I'll be fine, you spend time with Joe. I'm going to run to the store and get some Advil too, if you can think of anything you need let me know!" Myra shoved her dirty clothes into a large bag, lugged them down the steps and out of the trailer.

They offered a laundry mat on set in a small building that also contained vending machines with every snack you could think of. Myra luckily brought her headphones so she wouldn't have to socialize with anyone. She inserted her quarters and took a seat, as the machine began to fill up with water. Every song Myra found on her phone happened to be a sad song, so she decided to call her mom instead. The phone rang a few times before a sweet southern voice answer the other line. "Myra!" She spoke in a sweet voice. "Hi mom, how is everyone?"

"We are great! How are you? How are things going? Are you having fun?"

"I am good,mom! Things are going great,I am having such an incredible time, it is everything I have ever wished for!"

"We miss you here so so much! We can't wait for you to come back to visit!"

"I miss you guys too! I will be home for 3 days, while we are on our break, I will make sure to stop and visit everyone!"

"Yay, we can't wait! Your dad says he misses you! Your brother does too, even though he won't admit it!"

"I miss all of you guys too so so much!"

"Paisley's family just got her for lunch I will call you later, sweetheart I love you!"

"I love you too mom!" Myra hung up her phone, she hadn't even realized she was crying until a tear landed on her phone screen,she really did miss her family. The laundry room door swung open and a tall blonde walked in. "Hey you're the girl from the party!" She didn't even have the curtesy to remember Myra's name.

"Yeah, Myra!" She wiped her face of any tears and sat up in her chair. "Yes! Maya!" Myra didn't even have the energy to correct her. Liv was carrying a large pink bag with what seemed to be the entire Victoria Secret store inside. She took over the two remaining washers,throwing her clothes in one and what looked like Dacre's in another. "Listening to anything good?" Myra quickly locked her phone and looked in her direction. "No nothing at all!" She removed her headphones, when Liv flopped down beside her. Liv's phone made a loud alert, she glanced down rolling her eyes and laughing. "Oh guys, they're crazy you know what I mean?"

"You have no idea!" Myra glanced at the time on her washer, wishing it would go by faster. "My boyfriend has been bugging me nonstop this morning, he's so needy!" She turned her phone to Myra to display their messages to her.

Myra swallowed down the lump that had formed in her throat, fighting back every tear. "Do you have a boyfriend?" Liv spoke,moving her phone back down to her lap. "N-no, I don't." Liv crossed her legs pulling her chair closer to Myra's. "You're telling me with all these cute boys running around here none of them have caught your interest." She looked at Myra in shock.

"One did but that was a mistake." Myra mumbled,glancing up at the machine again. "Well I'm sure the right guy will come around!" Liv scrolled through social media, posting a picture of her and Dacre from the night prior. Liv sighed at the speed the machines were going. "I'm just going to have Dacre's assistant get these and I am going to head back to the trailer. It was nice seeing you, Maya!"

Again Myra rolled her eyes watching the girl leave the laundry room, swaying her hips. A number popped up on Myra's phone that she was unfamiliar with.

"Hey." She spoke in a confused tone. "Hey My! It's Jake! I just got a call from Dacre's girlfriend asking if you could pick up his clothes from the laundry room in about 45 minutes or so. So you've officially set yourself as his assistant huh?"

"No!" Myra spat into the phone, "I am not his assistant, I am an intern here I am helping everyone and I am not getting his laundry!" Jake chuckled to her response. "The honeymoon stage over between you two?"

"Honeymoon stage? There was no honeymoon stage! I was just helping him that is all!"

"Sure,sure, so that's a no on the laundry?"

"Yes that is a no, I have got things of my own I have to deal with!" Myra hung up and dug around in her bag for a book,The Fault in Our Stars. She had folded in the page she left off on and continued from that spot, ignoring the world around her. The sudden buzzing from her phone caught her attention. It was Dacre calling.

Declined. Myra pushed her phone back down inside her bag and continued on her chapter. She had reached the forth chapter when the washing machine notified her it was done. She switched over her clothes and noticed the two machines Liv had been using were done as well. She restrained herself from being helpful and returned to her seat.

"You know the boy dies right? He smoked in the movie."

"It was a metaphor. He put the killing thing right between his teeth, but he didn't give it the power to do its killing." Myra was zoned into her book not realizing who was talking to her. "So you're not going to answer my calls?" Myra glanced over the page to see Dacre bent over at the dyer putting his clothes inside. "There's nothing for us to talk about." Myra raised her book back over her face.

"I need to talk though, I need to apologize and explain things to you."

"There's nothing to explain,it was a mistake. It shouldn't have happened." Dacre pulled a chair up beside Myra his knees against hers. "Myra you mean so much to me and I wish I could explain all of this to you, I should have told you before and I screwed up." Myra kept her face into the book to disguise the tears crossing her cheeks. Dacre pushed the book down giving her a faint smile," I care so much about you please understand this.." "Don't you have somewhere to be? Liv must be waiting for you." Myra moved from her seat and inspected her clothes in the dryer. They had 8 minutes left so she stood by the machine,waiting eagerly. "I'm sorry again, please understand. I will see you tomorrow." Dacre pursed his lips for a moment. It was quiet and he looked deep in thought. "Myra," He breathes,approaching her once more. "You looked beautiful the other night. I meant to tell you that but I-uh got so busy and I am sorry. The dress just looked great on you." The loud bing from the dryer, informing Myra her clothes were done, brought her attention away from Dacre. She shoved her now cleaned and dried clothes into her bag and rushed out of the building, not speaking a word to Dacre.

Myra returned to her trailer,making sure to knock before coming inside. "We're decent don't worry!"Paisley rang from inside and opened the door for Myra,taking the laundry bag from her hands. "You doing alright, MJ? You look a little flustered." Myra nodded,choking back tears. "I'm fine! Ready to just relax before the big day tomorrow!" Paisley knew her friend was lying, something had happened but she didn't want to mention it in front of Joe. "Did you get yourself some medicine?" Paisley questioned, placing the laundry bag onto Myra's bed. Myra had completely forgotten, she was in such a hurry to leave the laundry mat. "I forgot, I will be fine. I will get these clothes put away and then sleep some more." Myra collapsed down on her bed, in the pile of freshly dried clothes.

"Joe and I planned on going out, so I will be sure to grab you some, anything else you'd like?" Paisley waited at the door feeling sorrow for her heart broken friend. "I'm alright Pais, thank you." Myra pulled the cover over her legs and surrounded herself with the warm clothes,sighing in relief. Paisley and Joe left out the door, the entire trailer instantly becoming silently. Myra took in a few deep breathes before falling asleep.

The entire day had consisted of napping and eating for Myra, the only productive thing she had done was put the clothes away and that was only because they had lost their warmth. Paisley and Joe returned back, with multiple shopping bags. "M, you awake?"

Myra walked out with her comforter wrapped around her. "Yeah,I'm awake." She took a seat in the booth, noticing Joe's sympathetic look. "I am fine Joe, I promise!" Myra tried not only convincing themselves but also herself. "I know, I am sorry just worried about you is all!" Joe gave a kind smile, showing that he actually was concerned for his new friend.

Monday morning had come and Myra was ready to take on the world. She felt strong and confident, she knew what she was here to do and she was going to kill it. There would be no distractions, no one was getting in her way. She had taken up the opportunity to work with Joe today, partially to get away from seeing Dacre, but also partially so that Paisley could see Joe more.

"E Pluribus Unum" Myra read off the script to Paisley. "That's the title of today's episode,it means one of many." Paisley was a little too focused on the set to even be listening to Myra. "This is insane! It looks so incredible!" Myra walked behind her looking around the room. "The set designers do an amazing job!" Joe joined them wearing his Scoops outfit, this time it was covered in blood and his face was decorated with bruises and gapping wounds. Paisley was taken back by his new look. "aw poor babe!" She brushed his cheek, placing a small kiss on his nose. "You look terrible!" She busted out laughing,along with the others. Joe placed a quick kiss on her cheek before rushing over to his place on set. Sylvia appeared behind the two girls with a big smile. "Good morning ladies! How was your weekend? I saw the live interviews, you did great M!" She spoke with praise. "Thank you, it-it was a great weekend!" Myra gain the courage to form a smile. Paisley agreed. "Are you ready to show us more of your creative directing skills?" Sylvia took a seat in the empty chair closest to them. "Directing skills?" Paisley looked over at Myra confused. "She didn't tell you? She helped create a lot of this scene, she came up with how the whole thing would be set up!" Myra's stomach twisted instantly, she didn't want Paisley to know, what if she hated it? Or what if it was terrible?

"My, you ready on set?" Myra rolled her eyes at the terrible nickname and then nodded to the calling voice. She took out her clipboard and sat next to the camera with the Duffers. "Everyone in places anddd action!"

The large Russian man stood in front of a tied up Joe, pretending to swing his fist into the side of his face. "Oh," Joe grunted. "That one stung."

"Who do you work for?" The Russian spoke in a thick, rough accent. "For the millionth time, I work for Scoops Ahoy!" Joe pleaded. "Scoops Ahoy!" He tried catching his breath that had been knocked from him. Again the other Russian swiftly punched Joe in the stomach, causing more blood to spew from his face. "What the hell?! Look at my outfit!"

"Look at my outfit!" He repeated. "You think I just wear this!? You think I'm a spy in a sailor's uniform?" Another punch was slammed into Joe's diaphragm, he gasped, beginning to pant. "How did you get here?" The main Russian questioned him. Joe took a deep gasp before replying. "I already told you! I told you before." Joe gasped for more air trying to form a reply. "My delivery didn't come, my friends and I thought that it was left on the loading dock, so we went into the room and it turned into an elevator and then..and then we dropped, next thing we know, I open my eyes, and we're in this..wonderful facility." Joe looked around the empty room, blood pouring out his nose and mouth. "But I swear to god, nobody knows about us, nobody saw us. You could just let us go, alright? And I am not going to tell anybody about this,okay? Shit happens, life goes on!" He rambled on.

"And uh-uh Ice--ice cream. Ice cream okay? You guys know what ice cream is. Everybody loves ice cream. I don't know if you have Russian ice cream or if that's considered Gelato. I don't know what's what, but whatever you guys want, seriously. USS butterscotch, I mean, you gotta try it. It is out of this world, I am telling ya!" Joe tried to change his tone to convince them. The two solider's began laughing in sync. Joe joined in with them,nervously. "I like this guy!" The head Russian spoke up from the laughter. "USS...butterscotch." He mocked Joe.

Joe gave a panicked look between the two, waiting to see their next move. The laughter came to an instant halt, the Russian moved his face close to Joe's. "Who do you work for?" He spat.

"Oh come on! No,no! No seriously!" The second soldier moved in close to slam his fist against Joe again, knocking him to the ground. Unconscious Joe was now drug down the hall by the solider's throwing him into the room where at the same time Robin has been tossed in. "Get your hands off me!" She screamed fighting off the two guards carrying her. She was thrown on the ground and quickly got to her knees trying to help her unconscious friend. "Steve? Steve! Steve?" She repeated trying to shake him awake.

The head Russian now made his way into the room, to join the others. "What did you do to him? What did you do?" He smacked Robin across the face, bringing her to join Joe on the ground.

"Put them in chairs."He spoke in Russian to the fellow guards. Robin was brought to her feet and strapped to the chair, while the same happened to a still unconscious Joe. "Steve, wake up!" Robin yelled, her back being strapped to Joe's. Robin grunted as two large straps where wrapped around them, their arms tied together in their laps. "What did you do?"

Joe's head was ripped up by his hair and Robin begin begging the Russian to leave him alone. "Steve,Steve can you hear me?" Robin tried turning to look at him. "I think your friend needs a doctor." The Russian spoke,pacing around the room. "Good thing..we have the very best!" He leaned in close to Robin's face. He turned to face the other guards laughing, but when he turned back to face Robin she spat in his face with anger. The room instantly became quiet as he took a raged look to his face. "You're going to regret that, little bitch!" He gave the others a command in Russian and they left the room together. "Bastard, let us out of here!" Robin yelled at them,exiting the room.

"Help!" Robin yelled repeatedly from the room. "Hey," A groggy Joe spoke up. "Would you stop yelling?" A look of relief came to Robin as she turned to see her friend now waking up. "Steve! Oh, my God!" Robin panted. "Steve, are you-are you okay?"

Joe grunted, taking in a deep breath. "My ears are ringing, and I can't really breath, my eye feels like it's about to pop out of my skull. But you know, apart from that, I'm doing pretty good." Joe's eye was swollen and Myra glared back to see Paisley on the edge of her seat almost in tears. "Well the good news is that, they're calling you a doctor." Robin let out a small chuckle, while Joe glanced around the room. "Is this his place of work? I love the vibe. Charming." Robin laughed more at his reply. "Yeah tell me about it. So, okay, do you see that table over there to your right? No your other right!" Joe turned his head in the correct direction. "Yeah okay, do you see those scissors?"

"Uh-uh" Joe spoke up. "Yeah well, I think that if we move at the same time, we could get over there,and then maybe I could kick the table and knock them into your lap."

"And I could cut the binds!" Joe spoke finally understand her plan. "yeah and we could get out of here!" Joe nodded his head in full agreeance. "Gotcha,okay yeah we can do that! Those morons. They left scissors in here?"

"Yeah morons, total morons!" Robin laughed along with Joe. "Okay on the count of three,we're gonna hop." She confirmed her plan with him. "Okay, good, hop on three. I gotcha!" Joe agreed, beginning to sway his body.

They both successful jumped into the air together on Robin's count of three. "Okay that worked. All right, let's try again." This time they both counted to three. "Holy shit, this is gonna work!" They both grew with excitement, counting to three again. This time both of their chairs toppled to the ground with a loud bang. "It's okay!" They both lightly chuckled. "Don't cry Robin!" Robin giggled more, showing Joe she was not crying at all. "A-are you laughing?"

"Jesus." He sighed. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry it's just I can't believe I'm going to die in a secret Russian base with Steve "The Hair" Harrington. It's just too trippy,man." Joe spoke in a calm tone trying to comfort her. "We are not going to die, we're going to get out of here,okay? Just- you gotta let me think for a second."

Paisley turned in her seat to see Dacre standing behind them watching Myra smile widely at the scene she had worked so hard on, Dacre looked proud.

"Do you remember,um,Mrs.Click's sophomore history class?" Robin said softly. Joe shook his head in deep confusion. "What?"

"Mrs.Clickity-Clackity. That's what us band dweebs called her. It was first period, Tuesdays and Thursdays, so you were always late. And you always had the same breakfast, bacon,egg and cheese on a sesame bagel. I sat behind you two days a week for a year." The camera continuously panned back and forth between their faces.

"Mister Funny. Mister Cool. The king of Hawkins High himself. Do you even remember me from that class?" Joe stayed quiet with a look of shame on his face,causing Robin to only let out a small chuckle. "Of course you don't. You were a real asshole, you know that?"

"Yeah, I know." Joe spoke groggy and monotoned. "But it didn't even matter. It didn't matter that you were an ass. I was still..obsessed with you. Even though all of us losers pretended to be above it all,we still just wanna be popular...accepted."

"If it makes you feel any better, having those things isn't all that great. Seriously, it just baffles me. Everything that people tell you is important, everything that people say you should care about, it's all just," Joe scoffed before finishing his sentence. "Bullshit."

Myra chuckled a little at her throwback idea to season 2, when Nancy and Steve broke up.

"But I guess you gotta mess up to figure things out, right?"

"I feel like my whole life has been..one big error." Robin replied. They both joined in laughs,agreeing. "At least it can't get any more messed up than this."

"You know, I wish I'd known you in Click's class." Joe admitted to her.

"Yeah?"

"Really, I do. Maybe you could've helped me pass the class. Maybe instead of being here, I'd be on my way to college right now." Joe confessed, the blood now dried around his eye and nose.

"And I would have no idea that there were evil Russians beneath our feet, and I would be happily slinging ice cream with some other schmuck." Robin glanced back at her friend.

"Gotta say, though, I liked being your schmuck. It was fun while it lasted." Joe gave a sweet smile. Dacre still stood behind them watching the scene take place. "What're you doing here?" Paisley questioned him. He moved his head down towards her, his eyes never leaving Myra. "I heard she was working on this scene I wanted to see what she came up with. She's truly amazing at this." He spoke with honesty. Paisley nodded, looking at the scene still continuing. "You really hurt her, Dacre. She hasn't admitted it but, she's my best friend and I know."

Dacre sighed, "I know I did, I screwed up, I should have told her what was going on in the first place. Myra means so much to me I hope you understand this." He glanced at his watch and then to Paisley. "I have got to get going, but please don't tell her I was here I don't want to upset her more." Dacre walked off and Paisley gave a sympathetic look.

Russians rushed onto the scene through the large door,buzzers sounded. "Where were you two going?" The head Russian questions them,clicking his tongue. A bald man in a long,white jacket shook a bottle of blue substance in the camera,while the fellow Russians picked up Joe and Robin off the floor.

"Try telling the truth this time, yes?" The head Russian came face to face with Joe, while the doctor loaded the blue container. "It will make your visit with Dr. Zharkov less painful." He ran his hand through Joe's hair, then pressed his thumb into his face wound,causing Joe to wince.

The head Russian nodded to the doctor, he stepped to them as Joe began begging. "Wait a second. Wait. Hold on. Okay! Wait, wait,wait! What is that thing?"

"It will help you talk!" The doctor spoke in a thick accent, gripping onto Joe's head and shoving a fake syringe into Joe's neck. "Did you even clean that thing!?" He screamed at the top of his lungs.

"Cut!" Myra yelled, smiling over at the director. "That was amazing, great job everyone!" The director clapped with enthusiasm.then patting Myra on the back. "You did great!" Myra's face was glowing, at least that is what Paisley said after approaching her. "That was so good,MJ! Aside from seeing my boyfriend get the crap beat out of him, I loved it!" This was the first time Paisley had addressed Joe as her boyfriend and it made Myra so happy. "Boyfriend,huh?" She smiled wide, looking over at Joe talking with the directors then back to Paisley.

"Joe has been nonstop talking about you this morning during makeup!" Mary came over to join them,congratulating Myra on a job well done. "He-he uh, he called me his girlfriend last night so I guess it's an official thing." Joe walked up behind Paisley wrapping an arm around her waist. "You guys over here talking about me?" He looked to Myra and then Paisley. Paisley quickly shook her head no, while Myra blurted out, "Yep!"

"You did an awesome job on that scene,Myra! It was so much fun!" Joe squeezed Paisley in more. "Getting beat up is fun to you?" Paisley raised a brow at him. "I mean you like getting spanked and no one is over here judging you for it!" He smirked down placing a kiss to her forehead, while she shoved her elbow into his side. "There are some things I don't need to know about my best friend and that is definitely one of them!" Myra gagged at the image in her head.

"Are you stopping by to see Dacre's scene?" Sylvia joined the group, a schedule in her hand. Sylvia was unaware how the weekend went and what even happened between her and Dacre.

Both Paisley and Joe looked to Myra for her answer. "No I think I am going to head back to the trailer and work on the next scene a little. You guys go, have fun!"

"If you don't mind would you drop this off at Jake's office on your way back! He needs this so he can turn in your progress report to your college." Sylvia held out a sheet of paper to Myra. She took the paper placing in on top of her others. "Yeah I'll take care of it! You two be safe!" She chuckled, walking in the direction of the Jake's office. Paisley and Joe both waved her off.

The long hallway leading up to his office was brightly lit up and the sound of music left the room through the closed door. She gently knocked but there was no answer, unsure if he heard her she turned the door knob walking inside.

"Jake..Liv??" Myra was traumatized.

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↳ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader x Jin

↳ Setting: College AU

↳ Word Count: 4.3k

↳ Warnings: mentions of binge drinking, language

↳ Songs: Waste It One Me by Steve Aoki ft. BTS and Hands by the Vamps

❝you just wanted to get drunk and dance and now he’s all you think about❞

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There’s nothing quite as humbling as vomiting in a fraternity bathroom with two people getting it on in the stall next to you.

Sana hits at the stall wall as if that will stop the wild animals from doing exactly what they came here to do. Joy tries to sooth you as she pulls your hair out of your face, but she’s so drunk and it’s clear she wishes she was anywhere else at this point. You have to agree with her on that.

If your life was a cheesy teen romantic comedy, a record would scratch and an older, wiser version of yourself would say, ‘I’m sure you’re wondering how I wound up in this mess.” Though, you figure no one would stay to watch a movie that starts this utterly disgusting. The prop department could have at least mopped the floor before letting your bare ass sit on tiles hopefully made sticky by spilt alcohol, though the moment of sobriety that comes as one is barfing up their brains tells you that’s only one of the residues at best. You suppose the fashion department wouldn’t have let you walk on set without underwear under your dress the way that Joy and Sana had.

“Honestly, _____, fuck him,” Sana says, abandoning her attempt to stop the actual fucking happening right next to you. “If he’s already with Chaeyoung, then he’s an even bigger fuckboy than any of us thought, and we do not cry over fuckboys.”

You wonder if you’re supposed to respond as you dry heave next to your friend, but figure Sana will understand. She does have a point though, your makeup is absolutely ruined at this point, which is more than he deserves.

It’s a process. Sitting in front of your mirror on a Friday night, you carefully beat your face to the gods in preparation for your favorite part of the week. It’s the same every time, the plans slightly different, but the process the same. Your shift at the gym’s reception desk ends at 5:00 and you head back to your apartment where you become slightly jealous at the sight of Joy napping on the couch and head back to your room. You stare at your closest until you figure out which of your outfits sparks joy, Marie Kondo style, and then you grab your tools. You turn on one of your favorite beauty guru’s videos and then the craft begins.

Joy never misses a chance to tease you about the pure time commitment this process is, but you haven’t been late to a pregame yet.

Now in your second year of college, you can say without a doubt that this process is the highlight of your week. Sure, occasionally something happens that outshines it, but it’s a constant. You have three hours secured to yourself where it’s just you and tasks that at the end of the day mean very little, but when finished, you have something to show for yourself. It’s about the only productive thing you allow on Friday night.

You surprise your friends back home with how often you go out, but you promised yourself after a failing your first class Freshmen year due to the sheer amount of time you spent with your friends that you would focus completely on school work during the week and that on the weekend you would let yourself be free and unstructured. Joy and Sana knew better than anyone how hard it was to get you to deviate from your color-coded planner for even the tiniest thing. They liked to joke that if they didn’t schedule getting fries at McDonald’s with you three weeks in advance, there wouldn’t be an opening. They weren’t that far off.

The weekend was different. It was the only time you let yourself give into the part of your soul that screamed to live life on the edge.

That was how you had ended up at Beta Tau Sigma months ago with Joy and Sana by your side. You were standing in the kitchen talking to the one member of the fraternity that Joy knew when you saw him for the first time.

Well, for the first time in person. You had followed Jungkook on Instagram after one of your friends had tagged him in their photo. He had followed back, and you could always count on a like from him on your posts.

You grabbed Joy’s arm when you saw him, drawing everyone’s attention towards yourself and the deer in headlights look you could only imagine was on your face.

“What,” Hoseok asked as he followed your gaze. “You look like you saw a ghost. Do I need to kick some asshole out?”

“No, sorry. I-I thought I saw someone, but I was wrong.”

“You sure? Taehyung’s too nice, he’ll just let anyone in.”

You smiled as you released your grip on Joy’s arm. “Seriously, it was nothing. I think I just need a drink.”

Hoseok nodded and motioned upstairs. “We keep the good stuff upstairs, and since Joy is the only reason I’m going to pass the human machine, you guys are welcome to it. Consider it my penance.”

“Oh, so you know penance, but an introductory biology class is too much?” Joy teased as you followed Hoseok.

“My dad’s a literature professor so he used big words at dinner and made us figure them out. I learned penance when I hid my sister’s laptop in the attic.” Hoseok leads you into the first room on the right and pulls back a curtain to reveal a fully stocked bar. “Jimin’s really into mixology and also showing off his money. So, help yourself,” he said with a dramatic bow.

“Hoseok, when I say you’re my hero, I want you to really hear me,” you said. “You are my hero and two shots from now, I will tell you that repeatedly.”

“She’s a very nice drunk,” Sana confirms as she pulls a bottle of tequila from the bar. She pours four shots from the bottle and after those have been forced down, she pours another four.

That’s how you find the courage to move onto the dance floor, an act that normally doesn’t require much liquid confidence. It’s also an act that doesn’t usually include being as close to Jungkook as it currently has you.

“Joy,” you start with a giggle. “How many times do I have to look at Jeon Jungkook for him to get the message that I want to put my ass on his dick and pose on that shit?”

“Firstly, if you ever quote a New Boyz song in presence again, you will be excommunicated from our apartment. Secondly, I think it’s going to take more than a look to communicate all of that.”

“Not if I have very expressive eyes,” you say with a wiggle of your eyebrows.

“If you do that, he’ll file a restraining order with the college,” Joy laughs.

“Joy,” you whine.

“_____,” she teases. “Seriously, you are a 21st century woman, just tell that boy that you want to dance.”

“If he says no, I can never show my face here again, you know that, right?”

“We’ll throw the whole fraternity away if we have to, babe.”

You decide that a sensible person would at least wait for the song to change before making their move, so three songs later you turn to acquire your target. He’s standing with one of his friends, Jimin you think, and you hate how good he looks. He’s in all black, like he usually is, but the dance room is so hot that his normally straight hair now frames his face in waves. You push back the thought that this is what his hair would look like after sex and make your way across the floor. He’s just a boy, you remind yourself the closer you get. Then you’re there, and you realize you probably should have practiced what you were going to say to him during the previous three songs. And now as Usher guides your movements, it’s too late.

He looks over as you approach and he offers you a smile, which you know is meant to be inviting, but he looks so damn good that it makes your arms break out in goosebumps.

“Hi,” you manage with a smile.

“Hi.”

You think you might let the silence fall for a beat too long, because Jungkook’s friend that may or may not be named Jimin has the time to look between the two of you before you continue.

“I follow you on Instagram,” is out of your mouth before you can stop it, and you can feel your ears visibly redden once you realize how stupid that sounds.

He laughs and you pray to whatever god might be listening that he wasn’t laughing at you.

“I follow you too,” he says.

“Thanks for that,” you cringe. It’s silent again for a beat too long, but then you think some god must have been listening, because his friend becomes your second hero of the night.

“He’d love to dance with you,” Maybe Jimin says as he pushes Jungkook in your direction, and that’s exactly the intervention you need to reach out for his hand.

You pull Jungkook through the crowd of people and begin to dance with him as soon as you find a spot that doesn’t make you feel claustrophobic. You think for a second how ironic it is to find an open space when you place your hips flush with his and begin to dance to whatever overplayed song the fraternity brother playing DJ has chosen.

He’s a better dancer than you would have guessed, his hips moving heavenly with the music, and the way he hardens beneath you helps heighten the confidence the alcohol gave you. His body is strong behind yours, and for a moment you wish you hadn’t had so much to drink because then you might have invited him back to your place to see what his body felt like on top of yours.

It’s four songs later when the sound of his name breaks your heart.

“Jeon!” Someone yells, from across the room, causing Jungkook to pull away from you and search for his friend. He must find him when he grabs your hand and pulls you with him. The culprit is smiling as you meet him and motions for you to follow him. “We need two more for beer pong and it’s time for you to put your money where your mouth is.”

Jungkook looks back at you, “Do you want to play?”

Considering your options appear to be leaving Jungkook to writhe around in the dance room with some other people that you are absolutely no longer interested in or play a drinking game with Jungkook and potentially speak to him about something other than the fact that you follow him on Instagram, you do not hesitate to say yes.

You find out two things about Jungkook very quickly. Firstly, he is very good at beer pong and secondly, he is very competitive, which the first thing helps.

“Taehyung is going to regret asking us to play,” Jungkook smiles as he hands you a ping pong ball.

“Less trash talking, and more playing, yeah?” Taehyung raises an eyebrow.

“Don’t rush my partner, yeah?” Jungkook copies Taehyung’s stature, and you can’t help but laugh at how theatrical he is.

“Patience is a virtue, young Taehyung,” you say as you aim for a red solo cup.

The ball lands in the drink with a satisfying slosh and Jungkook high-fives your success. It’s five more games of this and then your stomach betrays you. No longer are you focused on winning. No, now you are focused on feeding whatever beast entered your system with the alcohol.

“Jungkook,” you start. “How do you feel about shenanigans?”

His head tilts to the side as he looks at you. “Shenanigans?”

“Do you trust me?”

He smiles and nods his head. “Lead the way, Captain,” he says with a salute.

Your fingers intertwine with his as you lead him out of the fraternity house and onto the streets.

“Shenanigans,” you say turning around to look at him, continuing to walk backwards, “are what happens after the party. Anything can be a shenanigan if you really set your mind to it.”

“And what does tonight have in store for us,” he asks.

“Well, Jungkook, I hope you’re hungry. Because it’s waffle time.”

“Lucky for you,” he laughs. “I’m always hungry.”

You laugh as well as you turn in a circle. When you stop your whirling, you find Jungkook’s arms braced, clearly ready to catch you.

“You’re going to fall, drunkie.”

“Please call me by my government name, Drunkard Joseph Montgomery Alabama the third.”

“Wow, that is a name.”

“Thank you, it was my father’s and his father’s before him.”

“Thus, the third.”

“Thus, the third,” You laugh.

The fluorescent lights of your local Waffle House should make Jungkook look slightly worse for wear as you know they are doing to you and as they do to most humans, but clearly Jungkook is not like the rest of the mere mortals that roam this Earth, because you swear to god his eyes sparkle as he looks at the plastic menu before him. He keeps switching between the breakfast and the lunch/dinner side of the menu, mumbling under his breath that his not sure which he’s in the mood for at the moment.

You do not face the same problem, as you order the All-Star breakfast every time. There has never been a moment where you have sat in these yellow booths and not wanted waffles. You figure if the establishment is named after a specific food, you should probably order that food, and you’re just about to tell Jungkook as much when he sets his menu down and looks up at you.

“I have decided,” he said, his tone serious.

“Do tell.”

“Burger,” he smiled.

“Wrong.”

His face falls at this. “Wrong?”

“We’re at Waffle House, the only right answer is waffles.”

“Wrong,” he responds, copying your tone from before. “They sell more than just waffles; therefore, you are meant to order things other than waffles as well.”

“Okay, IHOB.”

“What did you just call me?” he asks, his face breaking into a large smile.

“IHOB, as in the International House of Burgers,” you stick your tongue out, which earns a laugh from your companion. “When in Rome, order waffles.”

“I don’t think that’s the saying,”

“I don’t think this is a burger establishment.”

The waitress approaches your booth at this moment, and Jungkook quickly places his burger order, sticking his tongue out at you as she writes his burger on the ticket.

“And since I’m a responsible adult, I’ll be having the All-Star breakfast,” you said when it was your turn to order.

The waitress nods as she writes down your order, “Bacon, sausage, or ham.”

“Sausage, please.”

“Wrong,” Jungkook responds as the waitress walks away. “The only valid choice when bacon is an option is bacon.”

“Oh, grow up,” you roll your eyes. “Sausage is a valid option.”

He shakes his head, “Only when bacon isn’t available.”

“Pretty bold talk from a guy who might be asking me to choose his sausage later.”

He reddens at this, his eyes widening, but never leaving your face. The words were out of your mouth before you could think better, and you’re pretty sure the only reason you don’t get up and leave is because you’re still pretty drunk.

Jungkook shakes his head, as a smile spreads across his face. “I don’t think any bacon will be present at that moment, so sausage would be a valid choice.”

You can’t help but laugh at this, and Jungkook joins you. You talk about school after you calm down, and you’ve started to talk about your hometowns by the time the waitress brings your meals. You both shake your heads at the other’s order, causing the laughter to return, and it takes a few moments before you can actually begin to eat.

You’re almost finished with your waffle, when you realize everyone else in the restaurant is focused on the staff behind the counter. Jungkook is telling you a story about his older brother, but you can’t focus as you try and figure out what has everyone’s attention. You’re not sure if it’s the fact that you’re drunk, or the fact that talking to Jungkook comes so naturally, but you’ve completely missed the altercation brewing between the staff. Their voices get louder with each word, and before it can get any worse, you take money out of your wallet, quickly making sure that it is enough to cover both meals plus the tip and stand up. You reach for Jungkook’s hand, while he stares up at you dumbfounded, and you make your way for the door. You’re just about to make it out, when one of the employees finally makes contact with the other. You freeze at the action, and stand stunned, not sure if you’re waiting to see if he’s okay or if anyone will do anything to stop it. The next thing you know, the punched employee, is grabbing the other by the shirt and throwing him against the counter.

Jungkook takes action at this, pulling you out the door with him and through the parking lot. You turn to look at Jungkook with wide eyes, not sure how your shenanigan ended up quite like this.

“Holy shit,” he breathes, as he rakes a hand through his hair. “I guess that’s Waffle House at 2:00 a.m. for you.”

You can’t help but laugh at this, though you feel a bit of guilt considering how awful the situation is. Jungkook smiles at this and for that alone you’re glad that you laughed.

“Come on,” you say, as you look at your surroundings. “There’s a river around here, I want to show you.”

Jungkook follows, not having dropped your hand yet, and you walk like this in the direction of the park you like to go to sometimes. It’s pitch-black as you near the location, which causes you to grip Jungkook’s hand a bit tighter than before. If he’s as nervous as you, he doesn’t let on, but he does pull his phone from his pocket and turn his flashlight on, which you are thankful for. Your pace quickens after this, the excitement of showing Jungkook the river driving you forward, and when you arrive, you drop his hand before skipping towards the bank.

You turn around to face him, positively beaming as you stretch your arms as if to say here it is, the grand finale, and Jungkook matches your wide smile. He walks towards you, as you bend down to take your shoes off. When you look back up, he’s looking at you with confusion on his face.

“Well, I’m not going to wear my shoes into the water,” you answered.

“We’re going in the water?”

“Shenanigans, Jungkook. They’re not done yet,” you said, as you turned around and made your way into the river. The silence of the night is inviting, and you find yourself closing your eyes and leaning your head back in relaxation. You hear Jungkook wade in behind you, and you only open your eyes when his movement stops.

He’s looking at you and he smiles when your eyes meet his. “How did you find this place?”

“I used to babysit these kids freshmen year, and their mom took them to this park.”

“I haven’t really left campus that much,” he admits, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’d be nice to run here though.”

You nod in agreement, turning to look up at the few stars above. Jungkook reaches for your hand in the dark, and you reach back, feeling comforted by his presence here. You think for a moment that it’s nice that you two can just stand here in the silence like this, and you’re about to say something to that effect, when suddenly Jungkook sends a wave of water hurtling towards you. You’re shocked when you look down to see him crouched, ready to splash you again.

“Shenanigans,” he says, simply, as he launches another attack on you.

This time you’re prepared, and you block your face, though it does very little to help. Quickly, you’re crouching as well, not one to go down without a fight, and soon both of you are soaking wet and breathless. Jungkook’s hair hangs heavy around his face, water dripping from his black locks onto his cheeks, and you hate to even think about the state that your makeup is in now.

The smirk on Jungkook’s face, tells you all you need to know, and you shake your head in response. “I look like a monster, right?”

“You could convincingly be cast in a horror movie.”

You give him the middle finger at this, before trudging back to land. You’re about halfway back, when you hear Jungkook running after you, and as you turn around to see what he is doing, he’s wrapping his arms around your middle and picking you up.

“Jeon Jungkook!” you scream, as you pound at his back. “Put me down.”

He only laughs in response, carrying you the rest of the way to the shore. He finally complies with your demand, placing you underneath a tree. He sits down, and when you don’t immediately follow, he pats the space beside him, looking up at you with big eyes.

You chuckle as you join him at the base of the tree, and he smiles triumphantly.

“Maybe it’s too soon to call, but I think I might be better at shenanigans than you.”

You scoff. “You made me look like the grudge. That is foul play and not allowed during a night of shenanigans.”

“Oh, excuse me. I was under the impression that there was only one rule and that was to have fun.”

“I am not having fun.”

“You’re not?” he frowns. “I don’t know, seemed like you were having fun.”

“Nope, not anymore. I spent too much time and money on this makeup to consider this fun.”

“What a shame,” he smiles. “I kind of like this look.”

“Really?” you deadpan.

“Yeah, it says ‘just know that if you ever break up with me, I will murder your ass.’”

“Oh, good. That’s the energy I want to be putting out into the world.”

Jungkook laughs. “You’re very welcome for helping you achieve your truest form.”

You’re silent for a beat after this, both of you smiling widely at each other, and you think that you are in no rush to get home. You think that he may lean in and kiss you, because he keeps looking down at your lips, and he moves slightly forward, but his eyes completely leave yours, and he’s reaching for something on the ground instead.

You’re about to stand up and leave, your new found sobriety horrified that you might have just embarrassed yourself, but then Jungkook is looking at you again and smiling.

“A geode,” he said, bring a rock between the two of you. “My dad and I used to collect this when I was little.”

You nod your head, not sure what to say because your brain just keeps screaming about how much of an idiot you are but also how cute he is, and it’s too much for you to come up with a reasonable response.

“For you,” he smiles widely, as he reaches for your hand and places the rock into it. “Never forget our shenanigans.”

“Never,” you agree, bringing the hand holding the rock to your heart.

He beams at this and then stands up. “We should probably try and get home before the sun rises.”

You nod your head, though you don’t agree. You would stay out here until the sun set again if you got to keep talking to Jungkook. You begin the walk back to campus, showing Jungkook a shortcut you had found a few months ago, and when Jungkook should veer off to head back to his fraternity house, he keeps going straight with you. You try to fight the blush that creeps up your neck as you realize this.

He’s talking animatedly about something Taehyung did a few weekends ago when you finally make it to your apartment. He seems to hesitate for a moment, but then he’s smiling and staying firmly on his side of the hallway.

“Thanks for walking me back,” you said finally.

“Of course,” he nods. “I’ll see you around, yeah?”

You nod your head as well, a bit disappointed that yet again he isn’t attempting to kiss you, and you think for a moment that maybe this meant way more to you than it did to him.

“Tight,” he said. “Then I better get going. Goodnight, _____.”

“Goodnight, Jungkook.” You watched as he walked down the hallway towards the exit, and once he was out of sight you unlock the front door and make you way inside.

You sigh as you kick off your shoes and make your way further into the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of water. You’re taking your first sip when there’s a knock at the door. You check quickly to see who it is, and your heart races as familiar doe eyes stare back at you. Goosebumps cover your arms as you open the door.

“Sorry, I just-” he nervously rubs at the back of his neck. “I forgot something,” he said, as he closed the distance between the two of you and pulled you into a kiss. Your damp clothes rub awkwardly against your body, and Jungkook’s burger breath catches you more off guard than the kiss itself, yet still you melt in his arms, and you think this is the kind of thing people write songs about.

And when he’s pulling away, you think you want to capture the way he looks at you in a photo and look at it all day long.

“Goodnight again, _____.”

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Always On My Mind (prologue)

“Maybe I didn't treat you quite as good as I should have if I make you feel second best I'm so sorry I was blind You were always on my mind” - Willie Nelson

Summary: History between two performers can be complicated when they have to be lovers in a new movie that could take both their careers to another level.

Paring: Actor!Tom x Actress!reader; Tom Holland x Fem!Reader

Warnings: some fluff; (a/n: little disclaimer -- I do not own Tom or any of the people mentioned in this fanfic; I am just using his name/face for this fanfic. This is not how Tom acts and I do not know him, so, therefore, I do not know if he would do any of this.)

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It was a busy Monday morning as you ran into the coffee shop to grab your morning wake up. You had just started filming for a small TV show in London that was going to help jump start your career as an actress. You started film acting when you were 15, and now you were 18. You were lucky when your agent told you that you had gotten this job, you were starting to lose hope that you would get a good role. This show was small but it was doing good and catching the attention of some producers.

It wasn’t too long until you had gotten your coffee and headed off to set. I sighed as you ran into someone on the way out, causing you to drop your cup to the ground. “Oh, I’m sorry.” You said and cringed, looking up to the tall stranger.

The man, rather boy, shook his head as he nervously smiled. “It’s uh, no problem. My fault anyway. Anyway, you’d like me to get you another coffee?” He asked, glancing at the coffee on the ground and then back into your eyes.

You stuttered and shook your head, feeling yourself blush. Not only was he kind to offer another cup, but he was incredibly handsome.

“Oh come on, I insist.” He said and pointed to the counter. “What were you having?” He asked and walked over to the barista to tell her his drink order and waited for you to reply. You had been in London for two weeks now, so it was normal to hear the British accent but his sounded different. It wasn’t terribly deep, but still enduring and inviting to you.

“Uh.. yeah,” You said softly and walked over to him to tell him what you were having. The barista soon made both of your coffee’s and the stranger had walked over to the door with you.

“I’m Tom, by the way,” He said and held out his hand for you to shake. You nodded and moved your coffee cup to your other hand, shaking his gently as you told him your name as well. You both held onto the other’s hand for a couple seconds longer than normal. “I’ve got a little bit until I should head home. Would you mind if I uh.. walked you to were you’re going?” He asked.

“Umm... I mean I’m just going to work.” You said and looked at the time. “And I’m going to be late if I don’t get going.” You said and smiled gently at Tom. “If you want, here,” You said and wrote your number down, handing him the piece of paper. “You can call me, or text me, or anything really,” You said with a nervous glance to your hands. “And maybe then we can take that walk.” You said and waved to Tom before walking towards the studio.

***

“Yeah, so I’ve just sent in a video for this role. I can’t really talk about it, but I think it’s gonna be really cool.” Tom said as you two ate the Chinese food. You had been dating him for the past two months, both growing very close. The filming for the series you had been shooting just wrapped and you were to stay in London for another month until the premiere of the last episode. So, Tom was keeping you company while you waited for another audition to come up.

“I’m sure you’ll get it, at least a callback.” You told him and crossed your legs on the couch. You both were at your studio apartment, watching Friends on a low volume so you could catch up.

“Well, I hope. It’s something uh.. Marvel-related I think. My agent said I would know more if I get to send in more videos and receive more sides.” He explained and you nodded, happy to see your boyfriend excited like this.

“That is so cool. What do you think it’s for? The actual Marvel movies or the ones that Fox and Sony produce?” You asked and laughed when he shrugged. “Well, I certainly think you’ll be a great addition to the Marvel movies when you get the part.” You said happily, leaning back into the couch. He laughed and shook his head. “What? My optimism too good for you?”

“No, I love it.” He said and smiled, looking at you happily. “But, before I can get to that, we get to watch the final episode of your show next month.” He said and smiled.

“Yeah, but if my agent doesn’t find something for me here, I’ve gotta move back to LA once my lease is up.” You said sadly, looking over to him. He waved that off and a small smirk came to his lips.

“When your agent finds you a gig, you’ll do amazing and get it. We can work out the kinks later.” Tom said, setting down his plate on the coffee table so he could wrap an arm around your shoulders. “What? My optimism too good for you?” He teased before you nudged him and set your plate down as well.

“Yeah well, I’m sure we’re both going to get good job offers.” You said and leaned your head on his chest. “Nothing to worry about.” You muttered and turned up the TV so you could continue binge-watching the series.

***

After the final episode, Tom getting more callbacks for the movie, and you finally landing another job in London, you two were in stable positions and happy together. Tom had gotten back from doing a few auditions in LA at the studio a couple months ago and was still waiting to hear back on the role. Lucky for him, he had been on Instagram and noticed the Marvel post.

About a minute before Tom read the news, you had knocked on the front door to his house because you wanted to see him. Just a couple weeks earlier you had celebrated his 19th birthday and the last week marked your and his one year anniversary.

“Hey, Nikki, is Tom up in his room?” You asked his mother after greeting her at the door. She nodded as you set your bags down, saying a quick hello to Tom’s brothers before heading upstairs.

You heard an excited yell come from Tom’s room right as you knocked on the door. He opened it and pulled you into a hug, squeezing you a bit too tight. “Well, it’s nice to see you too babe.” You said and laughed gently as you pulled away.

“I got the part (Y/N)! I got the part.” He said happily and hugged you again. Your eyes widened and you hugged him back.

“That’s amazing Tom! I’m so happy for you.” You said and furrowed your eyebrows. “Wait how do you know? Did they just call you?” You asked and laughed when he showed you his phone. He took your hand and pulled you down the stairs towards his family. He told and showed them what he had to you, and his little brother stepped in to say it was probably just someone that hacked them.

“Well, call your agent, they probably know.” I pointed out and looked over to him, smiling gently. He nodded and took your advice, calling his agent to see if he got the part. You nudged Harry once Tom walked away, teasing him as to how he brought the mood Tom was in down because of his comment. All he did was laugh and wave you off as you all waited for a confirmation. Tom soon came back in telling you all that Kevin Feige had called him and confirmed it was him that would be the new Spider-Man.

You got up and hugged him, pecking his lips quickly to not show too much affection in front of his family. “I’m so happy for you. I told you that you would get it.” You said and nudged his shoulder. You could tell that he was ecstatic to get the role. Not only was this career-defining but it was Tom’s dream role ever since his agent sent him over the possibility of being in the film.

“I start filming next week,” He told you when you were both in his room. He was packing to leave for the states the next day. You rose your eyebrows and leaned against his headboard. “I know it’s soon, but they’re filming the next Captain America film and I’m in it-” He started and then winced. “Damn I’ve gotta get better at being quiet about that.” He muttered and laughed.

“Well, better get started on that Queen’s accent again.” You said and smiled, wanting to be supportive of him. You had a feeling once he filmed this movie, they would start him on another film, most likely a solo one. “It’s being filmed in LA yeah?” You asked.

“This one is filmed in Atlanta. I know you just got a job in LA, but I can come to visit you when I’m done filming for this movie.” He said, smiling gently.

“Yeah, but you’re probably gonna do another role as Spider-Man. And you’re probably filming in New York for that.” You said and played with your fingers, looking down at him. “And this is going to launch your movie career. Have you seen how many movies those actors get once Marvel Studios casts them?” You asked.

“(Y/N) come on, it’s not going to be that bad. Besides, you’re going to get more roles once you finish this LA film, you know that.” He said, feeling like he knew where this was going. He loved spending this last year were you, and he didn’t want it to end because he got a role. Especially not his dream role. At least he knew that you weren’t dating him for the fame or name recognition. Little did he know that’s the exact opposite of what you wanted. He set his clothes in his bag and walked over to you. “I know what you’re thinking. But we’ll be able to spend enough time together.” He said.

You furrowed your eyebrows, looking into his eyes. His chocolate brown eyes stared into yours, making you want to drop the whole argument and speech you had in your head. “Tom, I don’t know, what if people only recognize me because I’m your girlfriend?” You asked him and pouted.

“Well, I don’t really talk about dating a lot. And we don’t need to post pictures of each other. So no one would really have to know.” He told you then sighed. “But then we wouldn’t really be able to go on dates, or movie premieres, together.” He said and sat down next to you, slumping over on the bed. “This sucks.” He said as he ran over all the scenarios in his head.

“Yeah.. it does.” You told him and looked at him, fixing some hair that had fallen in his face. “You know I’m still gonna support you, right?” You asked and lifted his chin up. He sighed and nodded, giving you a sad smile.

“I know.” He said and took your hand in his. “And I’m always going to support you as well.” He said and kissed your forehead tenderly. You bit your top lip and stood up, kissing his cheek softly, lingering for a moment.

“Bye Tom.”

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iwaizumilovesme · 4 years

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I. Hajime x Reader

SONGFIC

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Let's Fall in Love for the Night

By: FINNEAS

(Bold and italicized means lyrics)

Angst

Breaking up with a partner that you've been with for nearly two years took an incredible toll on you. How could it not? Being with Kuroo Tetsurou was an amazing adventure when you two first got together. But as time moves on, you realize that Kuroo wasn't the same man you met in the beginning. He's a jealous and overly-possessive type. Sure, having a possessive attitude once in a while seems sweet, right? But having to put up with outrageous scenes in public just couldn't sit right with you. You were a doctor, and you can't help the fact that both men and women see you for appointments. But it really didn't really bother Kuroo that you took care of random men and women, it was mainly the other male doctors that you interacted with. You always explained that in a hospital, it's strictly professional. There's no time to fit in unrelated topics unless you were on break. And when you were on break, Kuroo would harshly drag you out of your work environment and scold you.

Then came the time where it was time to stop. You decided enough was enough and you broke it off with Kuroo. No matter how many times you tried to fix things, your feelings just wouldn't go through his head and his heart. It hurt you, but what added salt the wound was the fact that he agreed. "I couldn't agree more. I'm tired of you," he said.

So here you were, laying on your bed buried in blankets and pillows, sobbing uncontrollably in the dark. The tears just wouldn't stop falling. After a good cry for who knows how many hours, you sniffed and sat up, searching hastily for your phone. When you found it, you scrolled through your contacts to message your best friend: Iwaizumi Hajime.

Iwaizumi POV:

7:35 a.m.

I trudged into my apartment, settling my keys, wallet and phone down on the small table by the door. I had just come back from a jog, and I wanted to freshen up. As I walked out wearing clean clothes, I heard my phone buzz.

You need a pick-me-up?

Phone:

Y/N: ...Iwa? Can u come over? Sorry to bother you by the way...

Me: I'll be there in 25.

Delivered

Read

Y/N: Ok...

I rushed back out of the house forgetting that I needed to eat breakfast. But, judging by the way she's texted me so unenthusiastically, she must be having issues with Kuroo. I stopped by the store to get all her favorite snacks, like (Candy name), (Chocolate name), (Chip brand), (Type of ice cream), and (Soda/drink). I also got her some instant noodles in case she wanted me to stay past dinner.

I arrived at her house and knocked on her door. It took a few minutes for someone to answer, and when the door opened, I was met with (Y/N) wearing her favorite pajamas. Despite her puffy eyes and tear-stained face, I thought she was as beautiful as ever. Before I could greet her, she grabbed my wrist and forcefully pulled me into her house and slammed the door behind me. She didn't say anything and silently dragged me into her bedroom.

When we reached her bedroom, I awkwardly stood at the door and stared at the mess she's made with it. Her bed was not made, there were empty tissue boxes as well as used tissues that littered the floor. The blinds were shut, and the lights were off. The only source of light was coming from the tv right in front of her bed. She dragged her feet on the ground as she made her way to her bed, nearly tripping on an empty tissue box while doing so. When she sat on her bed, she turned towards me and held her arms open wide and whimpered. I took that as an invitation to join her in bed, but before I did that I dropped the snacks I bought by the door. I picked up the empty tissue boxes and I put the used ones inside the tissue boxes. I stacked them on her desk and decided I will throw them away later.

I'm your boy that your boy hoped that you would avoid,

When I turned to make my way toward her bed, and found that she was buried in blankets again. Her arms probably got tired. I took off my shoes before joining her in bed. I searched through all the blankets and finally found her sleeping peacefully. Or so I thought. "Finally, you took forever, Hajime. I was lonely, and no one wanted to take care of me," she sniffed and held her arms out again. "Hm...You haven't changed at all (Y/N)," I lifted her up and put her in my lap. I then held her close as if to assure her that she was okay. She wrapped her arms around my body tightly and buried her face in my chest. "Or should I say 'Baby (Cringey childhood nick name)'?" I laughed as she groaned, still not lifting her head up, "Hajime...! We're not babies anymore! I mean- I'm not a baby anymore!" I combed my hand through her hair soothingly and didn't respond. "It's okay, (Y/N). No need to pretend now. You can cry, you know?" She shook her head and finally looked up at me. "No...I'm done crying. I want to forget for a little bit. He just-...I just-" she stuttered with her words. "I should have seen it coming, you know? Like," her eyes watered a bit, "how come I didn't do this sooner?" I wiped her eyes with my thumbs carefully as I held her face. "Don't waste your eyes on jealous guys. Fuck that noise," I kissed the top of her forehead, and she nodded and smiled a little.

I know better than to call you mine.

We remained in that same position for the remainder of that morning. She refused to let go of me, so wherever I went she came with me. We watched her favorite animes and movies while binge-eating the snacks I bought for her. I made sure she was drinking water, and later I saw her mood began to lift. "Hajime, did you know that...happened?!...and the new manga is coming out...Oh! And there's something about...might unlock...top secret ultimate powers!!! The creator said so himself!" I drowned out some of what she said, and admired her adorable personality. She was talking about some characters in a manga, and the creator announced something and I don't really know. But I love it when you talk that nerdy shit. "Oh, really? Didn't you say that he died or something?" She laughed out loud and hit me playfully, "Hajime! You didn't listen! I said, 'He got fatally wounded, but he didn't die'! You need to clean your ears. Let me see?" She grabbed my head and turned my head to the side to check my ears, "Hajime! Look there's a huge piece of earwax the size of a Pokeball!!!" I was glad to hear her laugh, and I just wanted to see smile and laugh more. "Alright, (Y/N), you asked for it," I pulled her off my lap and tickled her sides, causing her to squeal in laughter, "Ha-Hajime, stop! I was- kidding its not a-haha-as big as a Pokeball! It's just ha-haha- half of one!" I stopped and let her catch her breath. She flopped on to her back and giggled, and I lay beside her smiling. She rolled over and suddenly her face was super close to mine. Don't make moves, Hajime. Remember you said that you'd sacrifice your happiness for hers? I thought. But she's single now, it's your time! Another part of me argued. She won't like you, moron. I thought again. Fuck it, let's do it. I finally decided.

I slowly leaned in and kissed her lips softly. I expected her to pull away, but she kissed me back. I pulled back and blushed furiously. "I'm sorry I- I didn't mean to take advantage like that! It was selfi-" I was cut off, "It's okay, Hajime. You're just trying to make me feel better. You aren't selfish."

That low-key made me irritated. Okay, not low-key, high key. I've been holding in these feelings since middle school. I've protected her for forever, and not being able to call her mine hurts too much. "...(Y/N). It's not okay." She looked at me confused and I continued, "I've liked you- no. Loved you for as long as I can remember. I know you probably just think of me as your best friend and big brother, but please. Tonight. Please see me as a man. Let's Fall in love for the night, and forget in the morning. You won't stay with me, I know, but you can have your way with me until you go. Accept my feelings just for today, (Y/N), please." It was silent for a long time, and I began to regret saying what I did. But it also felt like the world just came off my shoulders. She whispered, "I didn't know...That you felt that way? I'm so sorry, I didn't know..." She began to tear up, "Hajime, I've hurt you all these years and all you do is care for me? I thought...I thought you wouldn't see me that way. I'm sorry I don't see you in that way. Right now, at least. But I don't know how to pay you back for all you've done for me...and I can't fix your heart for all those years of damage," I held her close to me for a little bit, and I stopped her crying, "Don't cry. You can fix it by letting me stay with you tonight. Tonight, and only tonight you're mi- with me...Okay?" She nodded, "Okay."

I know better than to all you mine.

That night I was able to love her like she was actually mine. And she pretended to love me like I was hers. But we all know she doesn't feel that way about me. Early the next morning I ended up leaving without saying anything. She was asleep and I have to get to work. But being her best friend is better than not being with her at all. Her heart still belongs elsewhere, and being alone isn't that bad. At least I was able to be with her for a little bit. I stretched a bit and I made my way out of her house. I shut the door behind me before saying,

"I know better than to ever call you mine."

Hey everyone! Sorry it's a bit long. Also sorry Iwa gets an angst. But we needed a little angst for some interesting-ness? Eh. Let me know if you enjoyed this!

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joeybelle · 5 years

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The Mistletoe Curse - Part 3

Clyde Logan x Reader

Rating: Mature (rating will go up as the story progresses)

Warning: Explicit Language, Accidental Nudity, Drinking, Minor Car Accidents, Minor Accidents, Drunken Confessions, Eventual Smut, First Person POV

Setting: Sometimes in the Logan Lucky universe

Other: Romance, Humour, Christmas tropes, Mistletoe Kiss, Drunken Confessions, Fluff

Wordcount: 6600

Summary: I’d never heard of mistletoe faeries before Earl mentioned them, and to be fair, I had a feeling he was kidding me. However, even I knew that if you accidentally find yourself under the mistletoe with someone - Clyde in this case - you must kiss. But a kiss on the cheek would be enough, right? Right?

Wrong.

Lovely art by @void.dust (on Instagram) and @formerly-anonhamster

The next morning I woke up feeling surprisingly refreshed. I looked out the window and I was amazed by how beautiful everything was. Fresh snow covered everything, almost blindingly white in the morning sun. Everything except my car. I rubbed my eyes to convince me I wasn’t seeing things, but the car was still there. I grabbed a jacket and ran outside, still dressed in my nightwear and only wearing slippers. I cursed loudly when my feel sunk into she fresh snow, screeching in shock as my ankles and toes froze instantly.

There was a note under the windshield wiper. ‘Fished your car out of the snow, kiddo. Left the keys in the mailbox, I hope that’s ok. Jimmy. PS: My brother scratched it, not me. Yell at him.’

I laughed and looked around the car for any scratches, but there were already a few of my own doing, so it didn’t really matter. It was in much better condition than I had expected, especially after I’d crashed it last night. And I was so happy and pleasantly surprised that I woke up and I found the car already in my driveway. I recovered my keys and ran back inside before my feet froze off, and started getting ready for the party.

It was a potluck party, so everyone was expected to bring something. I had a tin of assorted cookies already baked and decorated, and I ended up making enough meatloaf to feed half the town. I figured it would be enough. If not, we could always make something quick at the bar, since we had a kitchen on site. But that would be something for Clyde to decide.

I chose a cute outfit for the night. It wasn’t anything flashy, as I knew it would be a casual evening and I didn’t want to be overdressed, but I still wanted to look nice so I chose something that I knew would look flattering. I packed everything into a bag and got dressed in my usual jeans and sweater, because I knew there was a lot to clean and prep and wash, and I didn't want to ruin my outfit before the evening even started. Besides, I was already a nervous wreck.

I had debated the whole day and in the end came to the conclusion that I had to clear things up with Clyde, and it had to be done today. I didn’t want to go into the new year with all that emotional baggage, and since we would be alone before the party this seemed like the best opportunity to talk it out. The awkwardness and the mixed signals were starting to get to me, so I decided it was time to clear the confusion once and for all, even if that meant a rejection. I had a few days off for the holidays, I’d have enough time to binge on sweets and cry until I got over it. Or so I hoped.

I packed everything and drove to the bar. To my surprise, Clyde’s car wasn’t in the parking lot, but there was a car that I recognized to be Mellie’s and another unfamiliar one. I knew Clyde should have arrived already, but maybe he had gone to pick some things up. It didn’t matter, I knew how to let myself in.

A wave of giggles welcomed me as soon as I entered the door. Mellie was surrounded by a few unfamiliar faces, laughing and chatting nonchalantly. This was pretty unexpected, since Clyde specifically told me there was no one else coming that early. This made my whole plan of spending some time alone with him to discuss the issues between us pretty hard to pull off. That really curbed my enthusiasm.

I looked around for him, and found him behind the bar, washing some glasses. Judging by the pout on his face, he wasn’t really happy about something.

“Hey,” I said placing the box of food on the counter. “Everything alright?” It seemed like he had already started getting the place ready, because all the mess we’d left the night before had been sorted out and the place looked squeaky clean. I was a bit disappointed, if I’d known, I would have come a lot earlier to help.

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, but he sounded a bit off and I wasn’t convinced.

“What happened to your car, I didn't see it in the driveway?”

“Uhh…” He was starting to panic, I could feel it by the way he was trying to find a way to escape my gaze. “I caught a ride with Mellie. Her friends from out of state are visiting and they wanted to come earlier to get something to drink and maybe help out.”

“Oh,” I said, and I was sure I couldn’t hide the disappointment in my voice. I knew it was ridiculous, but I felt like the reason he asked only me to help was because I was at least a little special, and now that other people were here I was just another waitress. “Still, why’d you make her come and pick you up, that’s quite the detour.”

He swallowed and looked away as he spoke. “Well… my car broke down last night. It’s going to need some repairs before it can run again.”

“Oh no,” I said, covering my mouth. “But you did get home okay, right?”

“Yeah, yeah, I did. I did get home okay,” he quickly said, still fidgeting. I knew he was lying so I raised an eyebrow. “Eventually.”

“What?!” I didn’t realize I had raised my voice, making Mellie and her friends stop talking and turn to look at me. “You texted me saying you got home alright,” I whisper-shouted, propping my elbows on the counter and tiptoeing so I could get closer to his eye level. Clyde, on the other hand, seemed to be shrinking under my gaze.

“I didn’t want you to worry,” he said, his voice surprisingly high pitched.

“So you lied to me.”

“What? No! I mean yes, but just because I didn’t want you to worry,” he added quickly, fumbling with something behind the bar. “I was afraid you'd come with a snow shovel… It wouldn’t have helped anyway. It’s better that you didn’t worry about it. I’m sorry.” He looked really apologetic, and I knew I couldn’t stay mad at him for long. However, I was still hurt that he’d lie to me about something like this. What if something had happened while I was sound asleep. What if I woke up in the morning and found out… No, I really didn’t want to think about it.

“It’s alright.” I sighed. “Just give me ten minutes to worry retroactively and I’ll be fine.”

I went to say hello to Mellie and her friends while I was still annoyed at Clyde. They looked like the’d already tasted the punch a few times and were really giggly, but I couldn’t judge them. I really I needed a drink too, but decided to leave it for later. I was pretty sure the faeries wouldn’t give me a break today either, so I needed to at least be sober enough to deal with them.

But I didn’t like the situation. I had been stressed the whole morning because I’d made up my mind to use this opportunity to talk to Clyde before Christmas, and now it seemed like it wasn’t even possible. I wondered if he invited his sister and her friends here especially so that he wouldn’t be alone with me. That thought made my stomach constrict painfully. I poured myself a shot of something strong once I was back at the bar and downed it before starting to pull out some plates.

Clyde and I worked really well together. The way we didn’t need to use a lot of words to coordinate was probably the reason why he often called me when he needed help, despite being one of the newer employees. When we really set our mind to it, we definitely got shit done. And it was something everyone knew and admired, even Mellie, so she didn’t try to intervene.

“Shouldn’t we help out?” asked one of her friends while I was setting some tables on the side of the dancefloor where we were supposed to place all the food. “Since we’re drinking for free and all…”

“No. Let them do their thing, we’d only be in the way,” Mellie replied, refilling the glasses.

“How long have they been dating for?” asked another friend, and the only reason I didn’t comically break anything is because the plates were already securely placed on the table.

“What? They’re dating? Since when?” asked one of them, followed by a giggling fit.

“About six months,” Mellie said and I was lucky to have my back turned to her, because I had turned a violent shade of red. “They just don’t know it yet,” she added.

There was more laughter so I dropped everything and headed to the bar, needing another drink. I was pretty sure Mellie had noticed my infatuation, but it wasn’t the best day to have it proven to me. Or have it rubbed in my face. I knew that wasn’t her intention, but it only heightened my anxiety. Clyde was currently dragging some more tables, so hopefully he hadn’t heard anything. This was definitely not the way I’d want him finding out I had a crush on him.

“Everything alright?” he asked, seeing me rush to the bar.

“Yeah. I just need a drink. Do you want anything?” He nodded and followed me. “Hey, is the champagne bottle still in the fridge?” I asked, my face breaking into smile, suddenly remembering the bottle we’d opened the night before. I was really craving some mimosas, now that I remembered.

“No,” he said, his pout making an appearance again, followed by a frown. “Mellie’s friends found it earlier and finished it. I tried telling them I was saving it but they didn’t listen.”

“It’s alright, don’t worry about it.” He looked dejected and I really wanted to reassure him, but my voice sounded icy despite my best efforts.

“I’ll open another one,” he quickly offered and I knew he was capable of wasting another bottle of expensive champagne just because I was craving mimosas.

“Another time, maybe,” I stopped him before he could jump over the bar and grab one from the shelf. “When we have something to celebrate that’s worth my wage in liquid form.” Somehow that seemed to dishearten him even more and I instantly regretted my words.

“Okay,” he said, looking down, and I hated myself.

“But I’m really looking forward to that Christmas punch everyone was talking about. And I also heard something about eggnog, and I’d give up any expensive champagne for a good eggnog,” I said, patting him on the arm. He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

Another round of boisterous laughter made me glance at the group of friends crowded around Mellie and felt a wave of annoyance wash over me. I couldn’t hate Mellie, I would gladly share anything with her, but the other people I didn’t know, and didn’t really care about. On any other day I would have shrugged it off, but it wasn’t my best day (or week, or month), so I was a bit irritated by their presence. First they invaded my space, on the one day I had planned to spend time alone with Clyde, then they drank my champagne. Next they would try to steal my man, and it would all be complete. ‘My man’. I snorted, and grabbed the nearest bottle of alcohol and poured myself a glass.

“Rough day?” Clyde asked, signing to me to pour him a glass too.

“Not the best of weeks, as you might have noticed,” I said, with a weak smile. I really wished it was just the two of us right now, so we’d both be able to unwind a little. I could see him being a lot more rigid than usually, and I couldn’t help the feeling that it was my fault.

“Want to talk about it?” he offered, taking his glass. “You don’t have to, of course. But if you think it might help, I’m here.”

“Actually, yeah…”

“Clyde!” his sister yelled. “The jukebox’s not working, what’s wrong with it?”

“There’s nothing wrong with it,” he said, turning around to look at her fiddling with the controls. “Don’t do that. No! Don’t! Wait,” he said, taking a few steps in her direction before turning around to look at me.

I smiled and nodded. “I’ll prep the other tables in the meantime,” I said, downing my drink. The talking would have to wait.

And wait. Because something always came up. There were just too many people for either of us to be able to open our mouths and talk freely. When we finally took a break and stepped outside for a second, Jimmy pulled up in the parking lot and we had to help him unload some stuff. Then Sadie showed up and any hope of privacy flew out the window. When everything was prepped and ready, I checked the time and realized that people should start showing up soon so I had to change. I was already on my fourth drink, and by the looks of it, it was just the start.

I changed in the locker room. I was thankful for the full sized mirror Clyde had installed, so I could make sure everything was in order. My outfit looked really cute. It was festive, but not too over the top and it fit me nicely. It was in my style, but more polished, something I always wished I had the money and patience to wear more often. I spent more time than usual on my hair and makeup and I was really pleased with the result.

The music was a little louder and I could hear chatter as I came out of the back room. It seemed people had already poured in while I was getting ready, so I sneaked past the bar, hoping to be able to disappear into the crowd. Bumping right into Jimmy wasn’t planned.

“Well, look at you,” he said, taking a step back to admire my outfit. “If you weren’t already family I’d ask you out.”

I laughed, pretty used to the way Jimmy jokingly flirted with me and all the other waitresses. We all knew he didn’t mean it, but it was a fun game we played.

“Sorry to tell you, but I have faith in my parents’ devotion to one another.”

“That’s not what I meant,” he laughed. “Hey Clyde!” he yelled, his voice covering the music, making Clyde and about half of the people crowded in the middle of the bar turn to look at me. I almost ran away, but Jimmy caught my hand and didn’t let me escape. “I have a girl here that really needs someone to fix her a drink. One as sweet as her.”

I tried to get away once again, but Jimmy kept pushing me in Clyde’s direction. Eventually I surrendered to my fate and just walked over to Clyde.

“I’m being told I need a drink,” I said with a smile. “Is it really that obvious? Is it written all over my face?”

He just gawked at me for a moment, before recollecting himself. “No, I think you look beautiful.” I must have blushed a million shades of red because I heard Jimmy chuckle before leaving us alone. “Uhh… would you like something to drink?” Clyde asked.

“Yes, please,” I said and followed him to the bar.

Clyde must have changed as well, because he wasn’t wearing the same shirt as he did before the party. I could also sense a hint of cologne as I walked behind him and his hair seemed neater too. But it didn't matter to me since I found him just as attractive after a day of work, when his hair would be tangled from running his fingers though it too many times, and his shirt stained by water and soap from washing too many glasses. When he’d finally sit down on one of the chairs and close his eyes, and you could see the fatigue on his face as he enjoyed the silence after a busy day.

I was smiling when I sat at the bar, my mood considerably better. Maybe we didn’t get to talk before the party, but the night was young and I was sure I could steal him away for a couple of moments of privacy. It was a party I had been excited for quite some time, so it would make sense to try to enjoy it.

There were punch bowls placed on the counter, as well as some other festive drinks. I knew Clyde would be mixing shots from time to time, but it seemed a little early for that. However, he still walked behind the bar.

“Uhh… so what can I get you?” he said, pointing towards the punch bowls on the counter with a dissatisfied look on his face. “Or would you like something different?”

“Well, I wouldn’t say no to something special,” I said, leaning in, making use of my best smile. “As a reward for managing not to burn the place down today.” He smiled and took out a bottle of whiskey and the shaker. I didn’t really care what I was drinking. The alcohol I already had in my system was making me pretty open to any of the available options, but he’d spend more time with me if he made me something from scratch, and I was selfish like that. Yes, it was his party and I knew he was expected to act as a host, but I wanted him to spare a few moments for me too.

“So, have you decided what you’re gonna do tomorrow?” he asked, pouring some alcohol into the shaker. There was no secret that I had absolutely no plans for Christmas, we’d talked about this before.

“I don’t know. Family’s away on a ski trip so I’ll be meeting them after Christmas. I’ve been invited to several different get-togethers and dinners, but I don’t think I’m gonna be going to any of them. I really feel like I need at least a day to just rest, you know. Stay home and unwind,” I said, playing with a napkin. The usual plain white ones had been swapped for some festive napkins that really complemented the decor.

“Sorry for making you come and help out.”

“Oh shut up, I helped because I wanted to, and you know it. You can’t make me do things against my will. Besides consider it a thank you for saving my life once again and getting my car out of the snow. Oh, snap! I forgot to thank Jimmy,” I turned around in the chair looking for him, but he seemed to have vanished. “I’m an idiot.”

“Don’t worry about it. He won’t be going anywhere.”

“Yeah,” I said, throwing another glance over my shoulder, before focusing my attention back to Clyde. It was always fascinating to watch him mix a drink, and even after so many months of working alongside him, I still found it almost hypnotic. “How about you?” I asked. “What are your plans for tomorrow?”

“Well, Jimmy’s gonna be spending Christmas with Sadie and her mom and Moody and Mellie’s probably gonna go out with friends,” he said, looking at where they were sat at a table. He didn’t seem very happy. “I don’t know. I’ll just stay home I guess.”

“Do you wanna come over to my place?” I asked, before realizing what I was proposing. “Watch Netflix in pyjamas and ignore everyone while we stuff our faces with junk food?” I knew it could be interpreted like I was asking for more than just spending a day as friends, but honestly, I was fine either way. I knew I’d enjoy Netflix with Clyde with or without chill.

I noticed Clyde had stopped what he was doing, but I kept my eyes glued to the napkin I was folding between my fingers. I feared that if I blushed a little harder, I’d combust.

I was forced to look up by a lady loudly yelling Clyde’s name. He frowned in her direction, visibly displeased. A bunch of ‘I haven’t seen you in a really long time’ and ‘you’re a grown man now’ and ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’ made me think she was family. I was starting to feel a little out of place, so I got ready to get lost, before Clyde quickly strained the contents of the shaker in a glass and placed it in front of me.

“Sorry, I’ll be back in a second,” he said, and rushed to guide ‘aunt Margaret’ away from the bar and the punch bowls.

I took my drink and tasted it. It was stronger than I had expected, but it was really good. It tasted really Christmassy and I was a little greedy, so I quickly drank it. It didn’t matter that it wasn’t garnished or strained properly (something that I knew wasn’t Clyde’s style, but was understandable given the situation). I wondered as I was waiting if he had used his aunt as an opportunity to get away from me. This was one way to be rejected, I supposed.

Either way, I waited. And I tasted the punch as I waited. And the eggnog. And when he still didn’t show up I mingled a little. Found Jimmy, thanked him for the car, shared a drink with him too. Then by the time Clyde showed up handing shots, the world was already a little blurry and I was smiling like an idiot. Clyde really outdid himself with the holiday drinks and I was basically delaying a heartbreak so I wasn’t really concerned with how much I was drinking.

But I promised myself I was going to talk to Clyde before Christmas to clear the confusion. Then I’d have time to heal over the break, moping at home and crying at chick flicks. Unfortunately—and I had a feeling the faeries were to blame, because they’d been surprisingly absent, probably fearing that I’d snap their little necks if they did anything—whenever I tried to talk to Clyde his attention would always be stolen by someone else. A picture here, not enough drinks there, another group of friends coming to say hi. Either that, or he was still avoiding me.

At some point I had made up my mind—and alcohol definitely helped—to just go to him, grab his good arm and drag him to the side. I was already pretty tipsy, so I didn’t think it would be weird. I drank another shot to strengthen my resolve and walked up to him, only to be nearly knocked to the ground by a lady holding something above her head.

“Look what I found,” she said in a sing song voice, leaning on Clyde’s shoulder, wiggling a piece of mistletoe above their heads.

“Mistletoe,” he said, looking up at her hand, eyes wide and blushing, and I just turned around and stormed off in the opposite direction.

I could feel tears starting to form and I blinked repeatedly to try and stave them off. I had a little bit of pride left to not start crying in the middle of the dancefloor, but not much. So I did the next best thing—or at least, what my already inebriated brain convinced me was a good idea—and grabbed the bottle of alcohol from the counter, the one that Clyde had left forgotten from my cocktail and took a swig.

I scurried to the side of the dancefloor, because I was a bit ashamed of my efforts to get mindlessly drunk, but no one else seemed to be, so in the end I started mingling again. I toasted with Earl who was really sweet complimenting my appearance, was lifted by Jimmy on his shoulders for no discernible reason and nearly got my head smashed on a beam, danced with total strangers in three—me, them and my bottle of bourbon I assumed, I couldn’t read properly at this point—all in all, I had a great time. My bottle got a cute, red bow around its neck and I stole someone’s Santa hat. Occasionally I’d see Clyde moving in my direction so I’d do a 180 and run away. I didn’t care about him anymore, I was in a committed relationship with my bottle of whiskey.

Eventually I ended up outside, sitting alone on the wooden railing, staring at a piece of mistletoe hanging above my head. Why was it there? I didn’t remember hanging any mistletoe outside on the porch. The reason why I was in this shitty situation. If I knew I had any semblance of balance left, I would have climbed up to just take it down. Maybe I could try anyway.

The door opened with a jingle and I turned to look at it. Oh lord almighty, it was Clyde. I had nowhere to run, but I could just lean backwards and fall into the snow, hopefully disappearing until spring.

“What are you doing outside?” he asked, a frown appearing on his face. “I’ve been looking for you. Fuck, it’s cold.”

“I needed some air,” I said, with a wide hand gesture that nearly projected me in the snow.

“Be careful.” Clyde’s hand felt incredibly warm on my back as he stabilized me, and only then did I realize that I was actually cold. I shivered, prompting Clyde to take off his coat and drape it on my shoulders. “You’ll freeze,” he said in reply to my protests.

“Good,” I said, but still pulled the coat closer to me.

“Are you alright?” he asked, looking really concerned.

Was I alright? I snorted. A part of me was really confused, the other was starting to get angry. “Oh, I’m great!” I said in a voice that could have been considered bitchy if not for the slurred words and my slight tendency to sway. “Like, December’s been a blast! Almost literally. Did I set anything on fire?”

“No, you didn’t,” he said and grabbed my elbow, so I wouldn’t fall.

“Hm, that’s a pity I guess. It could have been something cool to be remembered by,” I said with a sniffle. Fuck, it was cold. “Now I’ll just be remembered as the girl who’s gotten shitfaced drunk at the Christmas party.”

“Everyone’s drunk,” he said in a gentle voice. “Haven’t you seen Jimmy?”

“You’re not drunk.”

“I have to take care of everyone.”

I pulled onto his shirt making him step closer to me. My head was spinning and I wasn’t feeling very well. It must have been the faeries. “Will you take care of me too?” I asked, lazily leaning my forehead on his chest.

“Of course.” He fixed the jacket on my shoulders and I looked up at him. Fuck it, how much I just wanted him to hold me.

“Like in general, not just today.” My knees were pressing onto his thighs, so I spread my legs, letting him move a little closer. “Did anyone tell you how cute you are?” I said, placing my hands on his chest, spreading my fingers over the dark coloured fabric.

“Uhm… no?”

I giggled. “They’re stupid,” I said, with all the conviction of a drunk person. “Cause I’d tell it to you every day.”

“Really?” He looked at me as if it was the first time he’d seen me and my heart sunk.

“Well, yeah. Is that weird?” He seemed to be at a loss of words his face turning bright red and that was the moment I realized what I had said and started backpedalling. “Of course that’s weird! What the fuck am I saying?” I laughed and looked away, trying to make it sound like a joke, but either the faerie curse or the alcohol had loosened my tongue. Dangerously so. “Can you imagine me saying that to you before the shifts start? ‘Good morning Mister Logan, you’re looking smoking hot today!’” I said, not looking him in the eye, the devil possessing me to speak. “‘That shirt is looking particularly tight on those pecs today.’ Did I say that out loud? I’d have to be drunk to say that out loud. I’d still think it though. I mean I do think it pretty often,” I said mostly to myself.

“You do?” he asked, prompting me to look up at him. “Do you really call me ‘Mister Logan’?”

I snorted. That was the only thing bothering him? “Sometimes?” I said, poking a finger at his chest. “I do call you a lot of things in my head.”

“Like what?”

“I could tell you,” I said, suddenly feeling hot and bothered. “But you’ll have to kiss me first.”

I grabbed down onto his shirt and held him close. I wasn’t confident, I wasn’t confident at all. I might have blurted it out, but I was almost shaking. It was now or never.

He just looked at me, as if he was trying to decide what to do. With every passing second I was losing hope, tears already forming in my eyes. “Not tonight,” he whispered in my ear, pulling me into a hug.

“Why not?” I mumbled against his shirt.

“Because you’re drunk and it wouldn’t be right.”

“Oh no, don’t. I’m not that drunk,” I said and slipped out of his embrace.

“Let me take you home.”

“I don’t want you to take me home,” I whined, still holding onto his shirt. “I want you to kiss me. Or I’ll be double cursed.”

“You’ll be what?”

“Mistletoe,” I mumbled, or at least that’s what I wanted to say. Not exactly sure what came out.

Clyde looked up at the branch tied with red string, and exhaled loudly. “Tomorrow,” he said. “Let me take you home now.”

“I don’t wanna go home.” I sounded like a pathetic child even to my ears, but I couldn’t fight the pout that was forming on my lips. “I wanna stay.” I sniffled loudly, making an effort to hold back tears. “It’s the bloody mistletoe’s fault,” I grumbled, throwing it a death glare. The weed just dangled in the wind, unfazed. “It’s the fucking mistletoe’s fault!” I yelled at it. “If it weren’t for that fucking thing I would have had a good month, and a nice evening and maybe I’d have the courage to ask you for a dance and not make a fool of myself. But I already fucked everything up. I fucked up at work, I fucked up tonight. I am still fucking up!” I ranted, letting everything flow out of me like a can of Pepsi that’s been shaken way too long. “And all because of that fucking mistletoe.”

I never considered myself a very smart person, but I always thought that I had the basic common sense not to make a complete fool of myself. Well, that wasn’t my night, to say the least. I definitely wasn’t thinking straight the moment I grabbed onto Clyde’s shoulders, placed one foot under me on the railing and pushed myself up. I held my balance long enough to almost touch the mistletoe above me, but then my shoe slipped on the damp wood and I fell. It didn’t feel like slow motion, my life didn’t flash before my eyes: one moment I was trying to grasp the plant and the other I had fallen backwards in a pile of freshly shoveled snow.

That was the moment any hint of self control I still had left flew out the window and I started to sob hysterically, my palms pressed over my eyes in an effort to make the world around me disappear. All the tension, the negative thoughts, the stress that had built up inside me for weeks, nothing was holding them back and they just poured out of me in the shape of hitched sobs. I was shaking. Embedded in the snow like the most pathetic snow angel in existence.

Clyde was by my side in a second, but for a couple of minutes I had no idea what he was saying, his voice covered by my sobs. Eventually, I calmed down enough for him to pry my hands away and make me look at him.

“Are you alright?” he asked in a soft voice. I nodded unable to speak just yet. “Did you hurt yourself?”

“No,” I forced myself to vocalize, but it came out like a whine. “I’m fine.”

“Let me help you out of the snow.”

“Just let me die here in peace. Alone.” Of course it was an overreaction, I had no wish to die, but my inebriated brain had flipped on the drama switch, so here I was, the Drama Queen, in all my whiny glory.

“I’m not gonna let you… I’m not gonna let you lay here.” He sat down in the snow besides me and I tried hiding my tear stained face behind my fingers once again, but he wouldn’t let me. He was incredibly gentle when he placed a warm hand on my cheek, wiping a few tears away. I sniffled loudly, but that didn’t seem to make him want to take his hand away. “You said you’d let me take care of you,” he said, his voice so calming in my moment of borderline hysteria. “I have to make sure you’re alright. But I can’t do that if you don’t let me,” he whispered, brushing his thumb along my cheekbone in a soothing motion. “Will you let me take care of you? Please?”

My tears still wouldn’t stop flowing, but at least I wasn’t sobbing anymore. “Yes,” I mumbled. “I’ll need help getting up.”

“I got you.”

He effortlessly pulled me out of the snow, making sure his coat was still wrapped around me when he carried me to his car and strapped me in the passenger seat. I didn’t feel like arguing anymore, so I let him do that he wanted, without protest. We were both silent the whole drive. I had finally managed to stop crying about a mile into the way, but the heat inside the car was making my head feel foggy and incredibly heavy.

The world was spinning pretty badly when I got out of the car in front of my place, and Clyde had to hold me so I wouldn’t slip on the icy steps. He unlocked the door for me, because I wasn’t able to shove the key into the lock on my own, and guided me to the living room, where I collapsed on the couch. He took off my shoes—something I was incredibly grateful for, because I wasn’t sure I could bend down to take them off—and then tried to move me to my bedroom. I vehemently refused.

“I’ll sleep on the couch,” I said, my eyes closing despite my best efforts. “I don’t deserve a bed. I’m a mess.”

“Don’t say that.”

“I am,” I lamented. “I made a fool of myself in front of you, the last person I wanted to see me like this.”

“Why? Don’t you trust me?” I opened one eye and looked at him. He was standing in front of me looking rather dejected. He had wet spots on his shirt, from laying with me in the snow, I assumed.

“No, you silly,” I said, poking at his thigh with my bare foot. “I trust you with my life. I just… I wanted you to like me. But then what the fuck is there to like? I’m so shit you’d be much better off without me.”

“That’s not true. I…”

“Then you keep having to save me because I’m cursed or some shit,” I cut him off, because the Pandora’s Box had been opened once again. I felt him sit on the couch next to me, in an effort to give me some comfort. “Would have died in the snow weren’t for you, alone and miserable like I deserve. And you’ve been avoiding me all month and I was so worried you didn’t want… to… talk to me anymore.” My breathing was hitched and I was ugly crying once again. I tried wiping the tears off my face but to no avail. Clyde pulled me closer, letting me cry in his shirt, and I buried my face in his shoulder. “And I wanted to talk to you tonight and say that I’m sorry for being weird, and maybe tell you that I like you a lot, but you kept running away and then you kissed someone else and didn’t wanna kiss me.”

“What? When did I kiss anyone else?”

“Mistletoe,” I mumbled the cursed word and Clyde cupped my face, lifting my chin to look at him.

“I didn’t kiss anyone, not tonight, not in a long time,” he said, his words slow and heavy. I nodded in reply, and looked away, ashamed of my outburst. I knew it wasn’t my business who he kissed, but it hurt. “Look at me. If you want me to kiss you, all you have to do is ask. Tomorrow. I’ll even bring you mistletoe to try and lift the curse.” He passed his fingers through my hair and I leaned into his touch. “Okay?”

“Okay,” I said, still pouting. “Do you really think that would make them go away, though?”

“Yeah, I think so. I mean, Earl said to give them what they want, and I think this is what they want.”

“Hm,” I mumbled. “I guess it makes sense. But why does it only affect me? Doesn’t it take two to tango? Cha-cha, tap dance… no tap dance.”

“I don’t know. Maybe they think you’re special.”

“I’m not special, you’re special. And very handsome. Both of you.” I giggled, because I was already seeing double, something that was very funny, it seemed. “I’m gonna go pee now.” I got up, swaying a little before using Clyde’s shoulders to regain my balance. “Be right back.”

My living room was incredibly hot and stuffy, or at least that’s how I felt it, so I opened a window before going to the bathroom. The cold air made me feel a little better. My cute outfit had become incredibly uncomfortable as hours passed, so I peeled it off while sitting on the toilet. It was ruined anyway: wet from falling into she snow, stained by something that looked like cookie frosting and smelling like alcohol. It was probably my whole being that stank, but I didn’t have the energy to shower. I’d hate myself in the morning, but I’d hate myself either way.

I took off my bra before returning to the living room, feeling a lot better now that the clasp wasn’t biting into my skin anymore. Clyde had brought me a pillow and a couple of blankets from my bedroom and now the couch looked really inviting.

“Thank you,” I said crawling under the blankets. “Will you sleep with me?” I mumbled, lifting the blanket a little to make him some space.

Clyde was frozen into place, looking at me open mouthed, his face so red I was sure it’d glow in the dark. It took him a minute to snap out of the daze, and I was already dozing off.

“I have to go back to the party,” he said, and I only had the power to groan. “But I’ll be back tomorrow.” I nodded and felt something warm pressing onto my forehead. “Where can I find you a t-shirt?”

“I don’t want a t-shirt, I want sleep. And cuddles.” Eventually, I felt a shirt being pulled over my head after which I collapsed back onto the pillow. “Leave the window open,” I mumbled before falling asleep.

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