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The Princess & the Football Player | Chapter 26

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"I just can't believe the VAR saw that as a penalty. What did they want him to do, cut his arm?" Declan says as we walk into his house, throwing his bag on the floor. "And the yellow I got? I barely touched him!"

"But it was very risky and dangerous."

"Oh, c'mon Eleanor. Not you too."

"Declan, you are the only one who doesn't agree with it."

"Because it wasn't enough for a yellow card!"

"Ok, whatever."

"Yeah, whatever" he says, rolling his eyes.

"Wait, where are you going?"

"To bed."

"Already?"

"Yes, already. Is there any problem with that?"

"I thought we were going to have dinner together."

"That was before we were robbed, and my girlfriend basically told me I am a dangerous player."

"What? I haven't said that, Declan."

"Good night, Eleanor" he says, starting to walk up the stairs.

"Good... Urgh!" I groan before leaving and closing the door with the loudest bang I can. 

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"What are you doing here? Weren't you going to have dinner with Declan?" Sophie asks.

"I was, but he was in one of his moods. Again" I sigh, sitting down next to her.

"How bad was it this time?"

"Let's just say it wasn't pleasant."

"I'm so sorry, Ellie."

"It's ok, don't worry. But don't tell anything to mum and dad. Especially to mum."

"She knows something is going on, tho. Lately you've been spending more time with us or alone than with Declan."

"I know. But I don't need her giving me the I told you look. Mainly because she isn't right. Declan and I will work things out, this is just a little bump in the road."

"Of course it is" Sophie says, giving my hand an encouraging squeeze. "I've never met anyone more in love than you two."

"Not even Roberta and Mason?" I chuckle.

"Those two are different."

"How?"

"I don't know, they just are. And you and Declan will fix things, I'm sure of it."

"Thank you, Sophie" I say, resting my head on her shoulder.

"Anything for you, big sis" she replies. 

I just hope we both are right, and that we will be able to fix things.

After the successful season Declan had last year, things aren't working out that well anymore. West Ham is in the relegation zone, losing most games due to stupid mistakes. And he hasn't been playing well, which makes things even worse. Most days he arrives back home angry, frustrated, and I'm the one who has to deal with it. Sometimes his family and Mason too. 

During Christmas it looked like things were improving after they won a couple of games, his mood changing completely. But they started losing again, and now, with the Euros around the corner and some friendly games happening in just a few days, he's afraid he may lose his spot with the national team.

"Southgate would only leave you home if you are sick or injured. Even if you aren’t playing at your best right now, you still are better than most out there" I said to him.

"We’ll see" he replied.

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"See? What did I tell you?" I say to Declan. "Southgate isn't that stupid!"

"Yeah" he chuckles, smiling for the first time in what feels like an eternity.

"Let's focus on this, ok? On these couple of games and spending time with the lads."

"The lads? Who are you and where is her Royal Highness?" he asks with a teasing smile, another one I had missed. 

"Oh, shut up, Declan Rice" I reply, rolling my eyes but also smiling.

"I'll try to focus on that. And on improving my mood. I know I've behaved like a jerk lately."

"You have, yes."

"I'm sorry, Eleanor."

"It's ok" I say, caressing his cheek.

"Do you want to cuddle on the sofa and watch a movie? I'll let you pick."

"Really?"

"Yep."

"Oh, wow. I better take advantage of this, it only happens once in a decade."

"Ha ha ha. You are so funny" he says, rolling his eyes. "I still love you, tho."

"I love you too" I smile.

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"There he is, my man of the match!" I say when I meet Declan outside the changing rooms at Wembley.

"Thank you very much, your Royal Highness."

"I'm very proud of you" I say, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"I needed this so much" he replies, resting his forehead on mine.

After not playing the first friendly game with England, he had his chance on the second one at home against Portugal, and he showed everyone why he is one if not the best midfielder out there. Bit biased? Maybe.

"I know. And I also know things will only get better and better from now on. This was the push you needed to keep going with West Ham and fight until the end."

"Things will get better."

"They will" I smile.

"I love you, Eleanor" he says, hugging me closer.

"I love you too" I reply before kissing him.

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"Declan, your phone is ringing."

"That's your phone, not mine" he says, covering his head with the duvet.

"No, that's... That's yours" I yawn.

"It's yours, Eleanor."

"Urgh" I say, looking for my phone on my bedside table. Someone was actually calling me. "Hello?"

"Where are you?"

"Good morning to you too, David" I yawn again.

"It's almost 1 p.m., Eleanor. Are you still in bed?"

"Yeah... Long night" I smile. With everything that had been going on lately, neither Declan nor I had been in the mood to do anything, but we made up for all the wasted time when we went back to my place after the game. "But you just called me by my name. What happened? What did I do?"

"You? Nothing. But..."

"But?"

"Why is that bloody phone ringing again?" Declan complains.

"That is your phone, I'm using mine."

"He's probably getting calls from his agent and everyone who knows him" David says.

"Why?" I ask.

"Because, Eleanor..."

"David, please say it. You are starting to scare me."

"Ok" he says, taking a deep breath. "You and Declan are on the cover of The Sun. Someone caught you kissing last night at Wembley."

I hate to bother you again but. You should really finish sandman. Like everyone is unhinged, hot and gay. And i really, really wanna see more stuff with dream getting dicked down so i trust you with it <3

OK major spoil and piping hot tea warning ⚠️

Alright I finished the sandman so here's my personal and might be controversial opinion: I did not like it. I didn't hate it, but I definitely did not like it. I watched the whole thing but honestly I only started because I was in a really bad place and wanted to distract myself by watching some dumb show but the thing is that there were a multitude of things that distracted me but by how frustrating they were.

Listen, I've never read the comics, I've no idea what the discourse is about in the main tag I'm not on Twitter I don't care I don't care, this is just my own opinion and if you do not agree with it or you've enjoyed it yourself then hey kudos to you, I in no way want to take that away from you it's just that I... have beef with it. Not even beef, just frustration.

The whole show is going way too fast, they want to pack as much action and information into every single episode that it just becomes more like a too fast too spinny Rollercoaster where you don't even know what's happening before it's over which is not to say that the plotlines are obscure and deep and if you didn't catch that reference you won't get it, no, the show makes everything very spelled out and very - as we say in Hungarian - chews the food for you and spits it into your mouth. But because of this too fast pace we get no time to emotionally attach ourselves to storylines or characters at all, even Dream is a character we can't feel much sympathy for even though he's the main character because we keep cutting back and forth between different shit happening constantly. The cutting is actually hilarious to me in the first few episodes, -it was ridiculously bad - later on I just didn't pay much attention because I was mainly drawing while occasionally glimpsing up at the screen and mainly just listening because otherwise if I pay too much attention I get too frustrated. So yeah this is more of a put it on in the background and don't take it seriously kind of media.

There's also the problem of like... the acting? Besides the nonsensical storylines (like Dream said his siblings were well-aware of his imprisonment but none have come to his aid and then Death gives a speech that (for me) felt pretentious and made no sense of how she was "worried about him" and how "stupid and self-centered" Dream is for not reaching out to her after he escaped??? Then talking of how she missed him at the family dinners??? Girl literally move a piece of grain to break the fucking dust circle keeping this hoe imprisoned and don't act like he's the one selfish for being traumatized and having abandonment issues. It also pisses me off about her that she's like oh well that ain't shit dude wanted eternal life so you know what sure let's grant him that but then she takes the baby away saying yep that's all you get like. She talks like she's compassionate but does not come across that way at all no matter what music they put in on the background.)

The lady from doctor who who plays Johanna Constantine like. Cannot act for the life of her its so distracting. She has one facial expression and does not change it no matter what the context is, and in that way I sadly have to say she's a good followup for Keanu Reeves' John Constantine. Make no mistake, I find Keanu Reeves lovely, he's a great and gentle sweet person with the most beautiful face on God's green earth and I love the John wick movies he's great at action scenes, but the dearie is not a good actor. Wooden and feels awkward as shit. Same as her. Very beautiful face, very unable to act. The whole storyline with her losing a kid she adored and then her ex girlfriend just felt so horrible to watch but not because of the inherent tragedy of what we witness but because her acting makes us unable to take in that scene. The ex gf's last nice dream is of them smiling at each other on a field but the supporting actress gives so much more depth to it than Johanna who even when she should be acting outraged and concerned we get nothing from her performance nor after when she says goodbye to Dream. There's plenty more where that came from (Lyta's crying scene made me laugh she tried so hard not to show enough grief that would ruin her beauty that it just looked funny) but I had to mention her especially because she really made me want to stop watching altogether. That's not to say there's no good performances in the Sandman tho, the actor that plays Desire completely caught me off guard they are incredible: they barely had any time on screen but they're so expressive and unique and made a shiver run down my spine from just one smile and that chuckle had me screaming its like bestie is compensating for all the bad acting alone I hope to see more of them in the future.

There's also the thing that this show feels more like a collage, which is funny because in the extra episode recently dropped the writer's book that gets Calliope's powers is said to transcend and merge genres which I could feel regarding this show but not in a good way. It doesn't feel innovative it feels like ten different writers are trying to cram in their own ideas of what this show should be about and it feels like a turmix of ingredients not belonging together; the gore feels weird after the whimsical scenes, the Disney like wonder of dreamland is cut short by dwarf Cain putting a red hot poker through dwarf Abel's face for being too sweet, the discussion of loss and trauma and need for love feel meaningless when the cereal convention is shown in such a "fun" "badass" light where a p*do gets screentime with p*do jokes when he's around a kid that make you not laugh but think who the fuck let this be put on screen? If the show wasn't so crammed these contrasts might not feel so obvious but I get that Hollywood is going on 8 lines of pure coke per second and they need to put everything out in as short amount of time as possible, not trusting that these tiktok teens will keep watching if there's even a second of trying to digest what just happened.

There's also a lot of cringey stuff that just made me hurt physically, like the constant Keira Knightley pouting of the main character dude with the Bella Hadid cheek sucking in and the same Edward Cullen stare but I'm sure plenty 15 year old girls who experience this for the first time will wet themselves because they didn't live through the Twilight craze of the late 2000s - early 2010s; or most notably the fight scene between Lucifer and Dream that just made me think of elementary school girls in recess role-playing ponies that freaked me the fuck out when I was a kid. I just kept thinking yeah they gotta dnd fight because Gwendoline Christie could break that cracker biscuit twink in two with a snap of her fingers if it was a physical fight.

Contrary to popular belief I don't think racial and sexual diversity is enough to compensate for the lack of good writing, I think it's a cheap shield to shrug off criticism and dehumanizing to these marginalized groups, which is also very ironic in light of the extra episode where the crusty writer dude says that he wants to cast women and poc for his on screen adaptation and then publicize it so the studio can't back out due to the public backlash it would cause. Very self aware funnily enough. There are also a lot of very convenient resolutions to plots that have me roll my eyes back into my skull constantly but let's not get into all of them because I'll never stop complaining.

But I know you didn't come here to hear my opinion on the show itself only the emo twink in it so let's get into that.

Sure, Morpheous is fuckable, sure he's princess pretty, sure he's a bottom, but the type of bottom that is like how dare you make assumptions that I, an Endless, would enjoy a phallic object in my-kyaaa~♡ so yeah he's a pretentious little bitch that would rather die than ask for what he wants and you will not pull it out of him either you have to fucking read his mind and bear with the disappointed pout when the sex didn't turn out as he didn't fucking wish for. He's also an utter pillowprincess, if you get him into bed he'll not even raise his own legs you have to spread them for him because he's too proud to do so himself even though he loves to get his guts rearranged. I bet he secretly has a kink chamber for his own... well, dreams of what he wants to be done to him where he gets pushed around, held down, savagely taken by a very well trained dream meant to serve him in the most delicious way possible without him having to ask for it. He basically creates himself a pro vibrator rather than ask Hob to fuck his mouth like it is the source of eternal life.

Another gay I want to talk about is the Corinthian. Because he's really a great character and I do believe he's a one true dom vers. He'll rock a twink's shit to Hell and back, and you know he's all for watching as your eyes turn all blissed out when he's milking your prostate, BUT I also think he's a great powerbottom. We mainly saw him flirt with twinks but I do like to think he gets the occasional sexy big bear daddy within his charms and powerbottoms the soul out of them. I mean this stance alone is telling: sexy long legs and sweet strong thighs that'll bounce that ass up and down your dick at such a pace you're two seconds from Heaven and you haven't even tasted those milky tits yet. I mean, if evil why he milfy?

Dream: Corinthian you were my greatest creation I had so much hope for you, you disappoint me greatly-

Corinthian: says the bitch that can't ride nor suck dick so he makes up noncon scenarios for himself where he doesn't need to do all the work 💅

Dream: 👁👄👁

Corinthian: btw how big is Hob's dick or will I get to suck it before you? He might want a bottom that tells him exactly what he wants and two extra holes to stick that dick into-

Dream: SILENCE-

Corinthian: see I can suck dick while maintaining conversations and having a sippy from my drink at the same time-

Dream: BE UNMADE BITCH-

Corinthian: you just mad I can get dicks in the waking world and not make myself dildos out of sand-

Corinthian: *gets unmade*

No time for your games

(@lalamyfootupyouraft as offered, I have messed around with Queenie and demisexual leaning demiromance Danny, and @impyssadobsessions I hope your ok with me using Queenie)

"Let me get this straight," Danny said with a sigh as he looked at the ghost in front of him, mainly consisting of pinks and whites. "Because I mess with your stupid plan on valentines day, your going to haunt me?"

"Exactly, and you having horrible luck with romance makes my job easier." Queenie explained, a smirk crawling onto her face, fangs glimmering slightly in the effervescent glow of the ghost zone.

"Good luck with that," Danny said before taking off. "See you later!"

With his last proclamation Danny found himself wandering into the same area that Ember claimed as her territory, the entire ambience changing in seconds when he passed the boundary line. He heard almost melodic screeching, he wished it was screeching and not just Ember tuning her guitar, soon enough the screeching turned back to music and he sighed softly at the sweet sounds.

He floated across the slightly wooded area until he came across Embers van, he dropped to the ground and walked over, Ember tilted her head up and smiled at him before hopping from her seat and walking over.

"Danny! Great to see you again bro!" She claimed with glee in her voice before pulling Danny into a lung crushing hug, she had gotten much more affectionate with her friends after knowing them for a while, he was one of them.

"Same here Ember," Danny started before he was released from the hug, he had to catch his breath a bit. "I got a problem." Embers face lit up a bit at that.

"Please let it be a love problem." She muttered under her breath, Danny heard and sighed.

"That ghost that came up around valentines day, she said she's going to haunt me until she thinks shes ruined my romantic life." Danny explained, Embers expression dropping a little.

"But you don't have one of those." She said, panicking a bit for her friend.

"That's the problem sherlock!" Danny exclaimed, before sighing.

"Then how come you came to me for help?" Ember asked, knowing she could do virtually nothing for Danny.

"You know how I'm leaning Demiromance," Danny asked, Embers face drained of whatever color was still there. "Yeah, you already know what help I need from you."

"You know what, I still owe you for busting me out of Walkers prison, so I guess I can play along." Ember said almost reluctantly, mere seconds before another ghost floated in, Danny sighed as the pink heart themed ghost hovered down to be at his side.

"Queenie, meet my... Girlfriend Ember Mclain." Danny choked out, nearly gagging, Ember tensed.

"Really? You two are no match at all," Queenie stated, fear started to form in Dannys stomach. "Prove it."

"What?" Ember asked, voice tense and a fear of what Queenie might say starting to build up in her chest.

"Prove your a couple, ruining friendships isn't my thing." Queenie stated.

"How would we do that?" Danny asked, regretting the words as they slipped past his lips.

"I don't know, kiss." Queenie offered, Danny had to repress a gag reflex and Ember nearly fainted.

Both where extremely awkward when it came to just trying to touch each other in anything other than a hug or a fist bump, they traded gestures and tried to kiss, failing to do so until Ember took the first and foremost step catching Danny off guard. Her lips felt like fire pressed against his, leaving a slight tingling sensation even after she pulled away, both of their faces covered in a tint of green.

"Ugh, you two suck at this." Queenie whined before turning away.

"Wait, where are you going?" Danny called out after her, tensing at the question he let escape.

"Leaving, there's no fun for me in platonic relationships," Queenie explained. "Even they are relatively queer."

"What do you mean by that?!" Ember called out, almost angrily, but she missed her chance.

"Never mind, at least she's gone." Danny said with a satisfied sigh of relief, he thought he would never be able to get rid of her.

"Yeah, still curious about what she meant." Ember muttered the last half of her sentence under her breath.

"Doesn't matter," Danny said before starting to take off. "Thanks for the cover!"

"Your welcome to come back any time!"

Hey! Can I request a jaeden martell x reader where basically their charters are dating on a tv show and they are really really good best friends in real life and they they both go on the Jimmy fallon show and he keeps on asking if they’re dating because everyone thinks they are and when they say no he obvi doesn’t let it go lol and it ends up slipping up that jaeden did/ does have a crush on reader and they maybe end up sharing a kiss in front is Jimmy & audience & stuff😶just an idea i had 😂:)

i love this idea wow, thinking i’m going to put my own little twist on it but i think you’ll still be pleased ;)

just friends

warnings!: suggestive topics, fluff

word count: 2.1k

five

your face was being touched up with powder, the cotton pad dabbing at your nose as the white powder absorbed into any oil your face may have had.

four

you look over at jimmy, this wasn’t your first talk show, but it had been the biggest one with the most following. it was intimidating, you bounced your foot up and down and played with your hands.

three

behavior jaeden had grown to recognize. he knew you better then you knew yourself, your anxiety was worse then you put it out to be. “you ok?” he questioned, “fine, i’m fine” you painted a small smile on your face. but he wasn’t easily fooled.

two

he grabbed one of your hands and rubbed circles into your palm, this sent vibrations of relaxation down your spine.

one

his eyes locked with yours, you swore they were a different color each time you saw them. sometimes more blue, sometimes more green, sometimes dark with mystery, sometimes light and playful.

‘aaand where on air’

you wiped the hand that was interlocked with his off on your dress, it was clammy. the curtain came up fast, and your vision was soon flooded with bright lights and silhouettes of bodies.

making out the faces in the sea of people was impossible, but you knew your friends were out there. they had flown out to see you, a) they could go see new york and b) you were on national television, and they wouldn’t miss it for the world.

jimmy was talking, you knew that much, but your nerves took over and honestly you weren’t registering a damn thing he was saying. the crowd cheered, you snapped out of your daze.

“and here tonight, we have jaeden martell and y/n l/n from the new HBO tv series: turning tables”

he turned to both of us, and gave everyone time to clap. he tired to speak over the loud hands, moving on with his show, but the crowd made that difficult. eventually the clapping died out and he could continue.

“now, i’ve watched all of the episodes but, for the people who haven’t seen: can you explain what the show is about?” he looked a jaeden, you let go of a breathe you had held in.

“s-sure” jaeden turned to face the audience more, he was soft spoken and shy, so it was important he projected as much as he could.

“turning tables is a teen drama. it’s about families of poverty in the seattle washington area and how they struggle to go to school and work. my character, jennings cooper, is the main protagonist. the show is mainly from his point of view, and how he struggle to support his family.”

jimmy nods and smiles, he looks pleased with his explanation. i’m truth the show wasn’t that simple, he knew that. but, it would take so long to explain.

“and y/n, who do you play?” he knew the answer to this obviously, but you were becoming a crowd favorite. everyone loved your personality, and you were an up-and-coming a list celebrity.

“i play parker marlow, jennings girlfriend” you blushed at this statement, the crowd giggled and ‘ouuu’ed. jimmy rubbed his hands together, getting excited at the upcoming topic of discussion.

“so, your romance on season one was steamy” you thought back to the scenes you did together. all of the kissing, which felt normal at this point. he wasn’t a bad kisser, in fact- you didn’t mind it at all. your romance through the season built up to a sex scene, your mind flashed through the memories of filming it.

filming those scenes isnt half as steamy as you think it is. it’s awkward, you laugh a lot. you had never felt that exposed in your life! however watching it was different, it looked so real, so perfect.

you blurred out your thoughts, mr. fallon still speaking on the subject. “can we expect more -“ jimmy searched for your ship name, it was on the tip of his tongue. the combination of your first names on the show didn’t make an attractive combo. it was either jarker or pennings. your last names matched a little better.

“-carlow” jaeden finished for him. jimmy nodded and smiled “yes- carlow- can we expect more carlow next season?” you both looked at each other and smiled. the writers for the show already had the next four seasons laid out. you knew that carlow was a continuing relationship on the show.

“yes, you should expect more of that sort of content from us” you stated. the people in the crowd had a positive responce to this, the applause lapping until it died out once again.

“right, your characters have so much chemistry in the show. two struggling teens just trying to break even.” jaeden agreed “yes, our characters balance each other out, and being from the same background helps them associate. jennings is kind of a bad boy-as the ladies say- he’s a felon, he steels cars and sells them to counterfeit manufacturers and dealers for money. parker, y/n’s character, has a job at a diner. she shows him the light at the end of the tunnel if he chooses to go down a good path.”

“yes, parker gets jennings a job at the diner with her, and he falls for her sweet disposition even after everything she’s been through” you add.

jimmy licks his lips and pops another question: “so id imagine the chemistry in the show heightens the real life thing?” he cocked an eye brow, the group gasping at the intrusiveness.

“jaeden and i are just friends” you blurt out, your nerves working up again. it was hard, you liked jaeden ever since you had your first kiss with him.

“y-yeah” he stutters, he obviously wasn’t expecting this either “friends” jimmy shakes his head and puts his finger on his lip “recently, you both have been showing a lot of pictures of you two together on social media.”

the audience ‘awwwed’ at the photos that displayed behind you. on the screen, there were pictures of you and him that were on both of your instagrams. you two at gardens, getting food, even watching movies at each other’s houses.

“for just friends, these photos looks intimate , wouldn’t you say” a bunch of ‘yes’’s and ‘mhm’’s came from the crowd as both of your faces became red.

“we’re just best friends, honestly” jaeden laughed nervously, he fixed his hair with his hand has he always does.

“right right- can you tell me when this photo is from?” jimmy asked, the last picture flashing on the screen. it was of you both, you had just filmed your first scene together.

the first scene you filmed together was episode two, he saved you after you fell into ice cold water. it was how the characters met, and it was filmed at a cove on a windy august day.

the picture was a little blurry, but it added character. he had his arm around you, both of your hair soaked, and you share a huge towel. you remember how cold you were, your teeth chattered so rapidly. his hair was stuck to his forehead and more small pieces went up. and your lips were almost purple, half from the makeup, half because you swore that was the coldest water you had ever went in.

“that’s from when we first started filming, it was the first time we met in the show” you recited, re living the memory in your head. you remember jaeden pulling your head into his chest when the wind began blowing. you remember his thumb trying to create friction on your back to make you just a little warm.

“yes yes- you two look so adorable!” jimmy squealed, he was the most teenage-girl-grown-man you had ever met. his hand opened one of the drawers in the faux desk he sat behind, pulling out a small blue camcorder.

the camcorder.

you know how on tv shows, there is special footage? sometimes it’s just behind the scene specials but sometimes- sometimes - it’s footage the actors document when they were just having fun? yeah it was one of those camcorders.

the camcorder was brought in by the two other co hosts wyatt oleff and finn wolfhard (i know this cast is sooo original not really) they played jaedens two best friends on the show. while they weren’t filming, they’d dick around and talk about stupid stuff. you’d never seen what they filmed, but you had been featured quite a few times; their by them pranking you, or invading your personal space.

you looked over at jaeden, you watched his adam’s apple bob and a thin layer of sweat flush over his face. he bounced his leg slightly, a habit he had picked up from you.

“let’s just review our material here” jimmy teased, his tongue darting out between his teeth. the video began to play, the sound was loud; assumingely for jaeden quiet voice in the tape.

the video started with wyatts unsteady hand, him and finn were running around set, they stopped at jaeden, he was playing on his phone in his trailer.

“jaeden wesley we have come for you” finn yelled. you could see jaeden shoot up from his chair. “hey guys” he waved. they talked for around a minute, jokes and all. then finn started to giggle, wyatt zoomed in on jaedens face.

“so jaeden, how’s y/n?” he chuckled, jaeden blushed “she’s ok i guess dunno.” wyatt stopped zooming in when the only thing in frame was jaedens head. “the kiss was good hm?” wyatt asked. jaeden continued to play on his phone, he nodded. “yeah, she’s pretty cute too.”

the video cut to another segment, this was filmed after the sex scene. you knew because jaeden laid on the bed you, in the same underwear that he wore during the scene. the boys were jumping on the bed, and jaeden took the camera and talked to it.

“this is for memory and memory ONLY! h-hey y/nnn” he was talking to the camera like it was you “you’re amazing and cool” you could hear finn explode into laughter as he stole the camera back and started running “yeah! and he wants your babies and loves you so much-“ “SHUT UP FINN!!!” and jaeden chased him around.

the video was taken off the screen. your face had become close to ghostly white. it was weird, it was almost like he was dumb enough to think finn wouldn’t give jimmy this blackmail goldmine. you looked at jaeden, he hit his bottom lip until it was red, he itches his neck and laughed it off.

“yeah ok-ok jimmy, maybe i liked her back in the day” jaeden tried so hard to be casual, but jimmy hit him with a heart stopper: “but mr martell, the last clip was filmed less then a month ago!”

your mind flickered with memories and ideas of him.

your first time meeting, how good his hand felt in yours. when you wiped icecream off his chin, and him dotting icecream on to the top of your nose. the way his hair always fell perfectly above his eye brow. and SHIT how he always smelt so fucking good. how he let you fall asleep in his arms and how he never complained when you put on some stupid romcom and-

“y/n?” jimmy questioned. “huh?” you spaced, come on y/n you gotta stop doing that. “i asked how you felt about all of this.” “well, there isn’t a right word i can use.”

jaeden took this has a bad reaction, he did a small wave to the crowd and stood up to get off the stage.

you stood up, grabbed his hand, and laid one right on him. kissing him felt normal, but now that there was emotion behind it, it just felt so right.

you both stopped for air, the crowd went wild. jimmy was clapping too, you could barley hear them, your heart was pumping throughout your whole body. you swore jaeden could hear it.

after the show, you sat in your dressing room for a bit, contemplating the events of tonight, and how they were all broadcasted for your embarrassment. but it was only the beginning. only the beginning of what was to come for mr. and mrs. jaeden martell.

Ciao Adios

Summary: When you find your boyfriend cheating on you yo decide to expose him in the pettiest way you can think of.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (some Loki x Reader if you squint)

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Cheating and cursing (I think that’s it?)

A/N: Hi! So this is my first time writing and posting anything here so if its terrible please tell me nicely :). This is some AU where everyone lives and all is happy ok? Also english is not my first language so I apologize in advance for any grammar or spelling mistakes. Anyway, if it turns out that some of you like it I think I’d be willing to do a part 2 if you like. Hope you enjoy it! <3. Btw, the gif is not mine so credit to whoever made it.

Crack. That’s the sound of your heart breaking, ripped to pieces in just a few seconds. And no, you were not exaggerating. Seeing your boyfriend kissing someone else while taking off their clothes would do that to a person. And in his office of all places.

How did you not see that coming? They had a lot in common and they did spend a lot of time together but you were just so naïve thinking that he was the most trust-worthy person ever that you looked the other way and believed him when he told you she was “just a friend”. 

Just a friend my ass you thought as you calmly walked to your room. No running, that would draw attention to you and you didn’t need that. No crying either, because once you started you wouldn’t be able to stop. Walking down the hallway and taking the elevator to your floor feels like it takes forever. 

Time is funny that way. It has that annoying tendency to slow down or speed up at the worst times. Like when you were in college and the clock seemed to literally stop, you would look at the time and it was 10:20 am and check again after what felt like half an hour for it to be 10:25 am. Or like when you are having fun with your friends at a club and you see it’s 12:30 but when you look again a few minutes later it’s 2:40. Right now it feels like the former, time seems to have slowed down. Maybe Dr. Strange did something to it? No, that’s stupid, he wouldn’t play with time that way.

Finally the elevator pings open and you rush to your room. Well, it’s not only your room anymore. You share it with him and everything is a reminder of what you just saw. The art supplies on the desk by the window, the famous shield leaning against the wall near the door, the messy bed where you sleep together every night …

And every single thing brings tears to your eyes until finally, the dam breaks and you let the tears fall down. You bring your hand to your mouth to muffle a sob that brings you to your knees. Crying is the only thing you can do right now because your brain is stuck on a loop. All you can see is Steve kissing her, unbuttoning her shirt with one hand while the other grabbed her ass. And all you can hear are their moans, Sharon’s whimper when he touched her and his groan as he did so. 

And now you are full on crying and choking on air because that scene keeps replaying itself over and over no matter how much you want it to stop. And you do, Gosh you do because there is so much your heart can take and this is too much. It shatters you in more ways than one. It makes you question everything you thought you knew about him, about her, about your relationship and about yourself.

You remember the first time you met him. You were already in college and looking for an internship. Luckily you happened to be the niece of the one and only Pepper Potts. And who wouldn’t want to work near Earth's mightiest heroes? You sure did. You were studying journalism and communications in New York and working with the Avengers was the ultimate dream, one that was about to come true.

Your first day was uneventful, it consisted mainly of coffee runs, delivering files and passing messages along. That was until your third coffee run where you ran straight into a wall, well actually it wasn’t a wall but it felt like it. The coffee spilled everywhere, on your clothes and his, and you were going to fall on your butt if it wasn’t for him grabbing your arms to steady you. Imagine your surprise when you looked up to see Captain America himself.

And that’s the moment your love story started. It seemed like something straight out of a romantic comedy and you loved it. It started with flirting, a date and then another, him asking you to be his girlfriend and finally asking you to move in once you graduated. It felt like a fairytale.

Tony wasn't very happy about you and the Capsicle but he saw how happy you were so he tried to be happy too. Tony was your uncle even if you didn’t share any blood. Growing up you would visit your aunty Pepper in New York and he was always around, you even stayed at his house when Pepper and him had to work. So, you two became really close even before he became Iron Man and started dating your aunt. 

The same thing happened with Rhody. Your close relationship with Tony meant you were close to him too, seeing as he was one of the most important people in his life. Rhody treated you like his niece and was the only one he didn’t make fun of which you took as the ultimate compliment. 

So those three you knew before you started working at the compound and before Steve. But once you started working there you met the rest of the Avengers. Being Pepper and Tony's niece and Steve's girlfriend meant they all wanted to get to know you. 

You met Bruce Banner, the Hulk, and you became really close. But that was thanks to his close relation with Tony and all the time you spent with him working on his social media presence to make sure people saw him as more than just the green monster who smashes things. After a while of working there they promoted you and now you manage the Avengers social media.

Nat and Wanda became your best friends from the moment you met. You just clicked and hung out as much as possible, being the only girls on the team meant they were really happy to have another female added to the mix. As for Vision, he liked you because Wanda did, simple as that.

Bucky and Sam were the funniest people ever, their constant bickering always brought a smile to your face and they welcomed you with open arms. Happy that their friend had finally found someone to be with.

Thor and Clint were like the fun uncles you got to see every once in a while. The God of Thunder was like an excited puppy and would hug you till you couldn’t breath every time he came to Earth and Clint would joke around with you and FaceTime you when he was with his kids because they loved you (“best babysitter ever” that called you).

You met Peter when he started working for your uncle. He was a sweet kid and your love of memes, vines and pop culture made you instant friends. He would ask you for advice on girls and tell you science jokes.

But we all know not all fairytales have a happy ending and this one definitely didn’t. You’re feeling so many things at once. There’s anger, sadness, jealousy and something else you can’t put your finger on. You keep crying and are unable to move from your kneeling position on the floor. Checking the clock you realize you’ve been on the floor crying for an hour so you stand up.

Taking a shower seems like the best thing to do, your head is pounding and your face is all puffy. As you shower it hits you, that other feeling swirling around is inevitability. In a way you always thought he was too good for you, you always thought he would eventually get tired of you and trade you for someone else. 

It just hurt too much that it was her, the woman he shared so much with. The niece of Peggy Carter, his first love. An agent of S. H. I. E. L. D.  Someone who risked their life for the world like he did. Someone prettier. Someone better than you.

Yeah, you were definitely on a self-pity party. But you needed to be miserable for a while, to cry it all out, to hurt so that you could move on to the next stage of grief: anger. And when that came, there was no stopping you.

You weren’t a mean person, or a petty one. You gave everyone countless opportunities and forgave way too easily so you never really got angry. But when you did, when you said enough is enough, yeah, you better watch out. That could be the meanest bitch you ever met and she had no mercy.

So you got out of the shower, dried yourself and started getting ready. Tony was throwing yet another party about who knows what and you were not missing it. You liked parties, they were the perfect excuse for wearing pretty dresses and putting on make up. And tonight you were going all out. 

Your inner bitch was concocting a plan and you were going with it.

You hear the door open and prepare yourself to put on the best acting of your life. You take a deep breath and in the sweetest voice you can muster say: “Steve is that you babe?”

“Yeah doll it’s me” you hear him say. A few second later he pops into the bedroom and gives you a peck on the lips as you continue with your makeup.

“How was your day?” Steve asks as he takes off his clothes, probably to take a shower. “I missed you today, i went by your office but you weren’t there” he says with a small frown between his eyes. You could stare at his blue eyes forever but snap out of it when you remember what he did. 

“Oh not much, i left work earlier to get ready for tonight” you answer. Shit your work. You really did leave like that, but after tonight hopefully they’ll understand. “You should start getting ready, the party starts in thirty minutes”.

He smiles at you and tells you he’s going to take a quick shower before getting dressed. He goes to the bathroom and you feel like breaking the mirror but instead take a few deep breaths and remind yourself he’s getting what he deserves later on. With that in mind you finish applying you makeup and smile at yourself, you look good. Moving on to your hair you decide to do some loose waves and that’s it, you really don’t know how to make those complicated updos.

Steve gets out of the shower and starts putting on his suit. Men really do have it easier you think to yourself when you see all the work you had to do and he just showers and that’s it.

You take your dress out of the closet and admire it. It really is beautiful. It has a deep plunging neckline that shows a lot of cleavage and is skin tight with a slit on one side. The fact that it is silver with sequins makes it even better. Pepper helped you pick this dress. 

You put on the dress and admire yourself in the mirror. You look good. Behind you, you hear a whistle and turn around to see Steve watching you lust in his eyes. He comes closer and grabs you by the waist, pulling you to him.

“You look stunning” he says as he wets his bottom lip. “I can’t wait to take it off of you when we get back”. Lying cheating bastard.

“Can't wait” you lie as you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him. This is just a kiss goodbye you tell yourself. One last kiss before he’s out of your life and probably runs to her. Tears threaten to fill your eyes but you hold them down. Not now.

You break the kiss when the need to breathe is too strong. Grabbing his hand you start walking towards the door and say: “Come on, we’re already late”.

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The party had already started once you walk in and in true Tony fashion it is elegant and extravagant. Everyone is there: S. H. I. E. L. D. agents, the Avengers themselves, politicians and a few famous people. 

You and Steve walk to the bar and order drinks. A whiskey for him and a strawberry daiquiri for you, yes you are that basic but hey, it tastes awesome. He offers you his arm and with drinks in your hands you start looking for your friends. A lot of people stop you on the way, nobody wants to miss an opportunity to talk to Captain America.

One thing, or rather on person, catches your attention: Loki. He’s sitting on one of the cushions alone with a drink in his hand. It’s weird to see him there. Sure, he was redeeming himself for what he did in 2012 and Thor said he was doing better but he rarely left Asgard (he “hated mortals”) and when he did come to Earth it wasn’t for a party.

As if he could feel you staring he turns his head and locks his eyes with yours. You weren’t going to lie, he was gorgeous. He was incredibly tall, had those charming green eyes and was actually funny (but you’d never admit that to anyone). But you were in love with Steve and never saw him as anything more than Thor's hot brother. And everyone in the Avengers was hot so that’s not saying much.

You turn away from him and see Nat and Wanda on the dance floor and you tell Steve you’ll see him later and to go find his friends. He’ll need them after tonight you think to yourself. You greet the girls and start dancing with them, for a moment forgetting about what you saw today and putting Loki out of your mind.

The three of you decided to take a break and order some more drinks. Once at the bar Wanda orders for you and when your drinks arrive you go back to the dance floor. You spend the next few hours dancing, talking to your friends and pretending that nothing's wrong. Talking to Steve and pretending that nothing's wrong. Hugging Steve and pretending that nothing's wrong. Kissing Steve and pretending that nothing's wrong.

The fact that Sharon is at the party doesn’t help at all. When you see her talking or touching him you feel like you’re gonna lose it but you remain strong. You remind yourself of your plan and try to keep them out of your mind.

There’s a small stage at the far end of the room and you see your uncle Tony step on it and grab the microphone.

“Hello everyone and thank you for coming to another one of my amazing parties. I hope you are having a good time and taking advantage of the free bar over there” he points to the other side of the room and continues, “Now for what we have all been waiting for: karaoke! And yes, i want everyone to sing something because that’s the whole point of this. I'm looking at you Manchurian Candidate, you’re singing”.

With that he gets off the stage and passes the mic to Sam who decided to sing a Marvin Gaye song. He’s pretty good actually but you can’t fully concentrate on him because your mind is going a thousand miles an hour for what it’s going to happen later.

More people go up and sing their songs and you applaud when they’re done. Nobody is talking much, they're all too busy either laughing at the others performance, drinking or actually listening to the songs. You’re sitting with Steve to your right, Bruce to your left and the rest of the Avengers nearby. You’re your own little group.

It’s finally your turn and as you walk to the stage you can hear your friends whistling and cheering you on. Once you’re up on the stage you choose the song and start singing. 

Ask you once, ask you twice now

There's lipstick on your collar

You say she's just a friend now

Then why don't we call her?

So you wanna go home with someone

To do all the things you used to do to me

I swear, I know you do

Used to take me out in your fancy car

And make out in the rain

And when I ring you up

Don't know where you are

'Til I hear her say your name

Used to sing along when you played guitar

That's a distant memory

Hope she treats you better than you treated me, ha

As you continue singing you get more and more confident and take the mic. You walk off the little stage and over to your friends while dancing and you can see them smiling, clapping and having fun. They have no idea how much i mean all of this you think. You look at Steve and he’s completely oblivious. Good, you want to take him by surprise. You arrive at your little circle of friends and start singing the chorus.

I'm onto you, yeah you

I'm not your number one

I saw you with her

Kissing and having fun

If you're giving her all of your money and time

I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you

Ciao adios, I'm done

Ciao adios, I'm done

Ciao adios, I'm done

You keep dancing and go back to back with Wanda who’s also singing along. You then turn to Nat and she grabs your hand and makes you do a little spin. 

After three, after four times

Why did I bother?

Tell me how many more times

Does it take to get smarter?

Don't need to deny the hurt and the lies

And all of the things you did to me

I swear, I know you did

And now you take her out in your fancy car

And make out in the rain

And when she rings you up

She know where you are

But I know differently

Now she sings along when you play guitar

Making brand new memories

Hope you treat her better than you treated me

You go up to Tony and he starts dancing around you busting out some dad moves. You laugh and keep on singing and dancing.

I'm onto you, yeah you

I'm not your number one

I saw you with her

Kissing and having fun

If you're giving her all of your money and time

I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you

Ciao adios, I'm done (I'm done)

Ciao adios, I'm done (no, no, no, no)

Ciao adios, I'm done

If you're giving her all of your money and time

I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you

Ciao adios, I'm done

And now you take her out in your fancy car

And make out in the rain

And when she rings you up

She know where you are

But I know differently

Now she sings along when you play guitar

Making brand new memories

Hope you treat her better than you treated me

You walk back to the stage as you sing and step up. You put the mic back into place and sing the last part of the song.

I'm onto you, yeah you

I'm not your number one

I saw you with her (with her)

Kissing and having fun (and fun)

If you're giving her all of your money and time

I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you

Ciao adios, I'm done (I'm done)

Ciao adios, I'm done (you get on with your life, I'll get on with my life)

Ciao adios, I'm done

If you're giving her all of your money and time

I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you

Ciao adios, I'm done

When you’re done people are clapping and cheering and you look to your friends to see them all smiling. You look at everyone and make a little mock bow and when you straighten you see Loki sitting on the same couch as before. But this time he’s looking at you and he’s laughing, not smiling and cheering but actually laughing.

You look back at your friends and say “Thank you, thank you” with a smile on your face. You continue , “I wanted to dedicate this song to my boyfriend Steve” you point at him.

“In case it wasn’t clear enough, i wanted to tell you that i saw you with Sharon”. You could hear a pin drop. No one was talking and all eyes were on you. This is what you wanted, to humiliate him as much as he did you. And what better way to do it than publicly? Oh but you weren’t done.

You could see Steve's face going pale and nobody knew where to look, if at you or at him. Tony look ready to murder him as did Rhody, Pepper, Peter and Bruce. Thor, Clint and Vision looked shocked. But Bucky, Sam, Nat and Wanda looked guilty.

Your heart breaks a little more when you realize they knew. You can’t really blame Bucky and Sam for not telling you, they were Steve's friends after all. But you thought the girls were your friends, that they would have told you. Apparently you overestimated that friendship.

You keep on smiling and continue “So… I’m breaking up with you. Hope she was a good fuck and wasn’t uncomfortable with the fact that you were once in love with her aunt”. You do a dramatic pause and make a little disgusted face. “Anyway, if I’m lucky i´ll never see you again. Have a great life!”

And with that, you walk off the stage and make your way to your friends. Steve is rooted to the spot and his face is red with embarrassment. You walk up to him, look him straight in the eye and give him an evil smile. He gulps and opens his mouth as if he’s about to say something and then closes it. He does is two more times and still nothing comes out.

You turn to your group and look at Wand and Nat, who can’t seem to be able to look you in the eye. You sigh and say: “Who want enemies when they can have you as their best friends right?”. They look up then and start talking. Telling you how sorry they are and to please forgive them. You raise your hand to silence them and they do.

You go to your aunt and uncle who look like there should be smoke coming out of their ears and say: “I’m gonna stay in a hotel for the night, can’t stand to be here anymore”. Tony scrunches his eyebrows and look at you like you’re crazy.

“Hell no. You’re staying here. We can find him another room to sleep in but you’re not leaving. If anyone’s leaving is Mr. Star-spangled over there” he practically screams the last part as he points at Steve.  

You take a deep breath and hug him. It takes him by surprise but he puts his arms around you. “I appreciate it uncle Tony but i can’t stay at the compound, it just hurts too much” you say as you let go. Turning to your aunt you hug her as well and say: “Thank you for everything but I quit”.

The moment those words leave your mouth everyone starts talking at the same time telling you how crazy you are and to think about it. You just smile at them and tell them you already made up your mind. “I'm gonna go pack a bag and ask Happy to take me to a hotel nearby. Please make sure he doesn’t follow” you say as you point to a still red-faced Captain America. 

With that you turn around and leave. The room is silent for a few seconds before you hear your friends all screaming at Steve. You look around for a second and notice that Loki is staring at you with a smirk on his face. When you look him in the eye he raises his glass at you ant takes a sip. 

You give him a small smile and walk through the doors towards the elevator.  

The Phone Call

Requested?: yes! a very nice nonnie requested a julie x fem!reader, and i just loved it too much not to write. have some wholesome content!!!

Word Count: 3.4K+

Author’s Note: so, this is my first time writing for a female character x reader, and i really loved it, sort of bringing this story to the forefront, and getting to write Julie. i don’t think this is a character i’ll write for as often as the jatp guys, but it was still super duper fun!

Warning: it’s just a whole buncha floof.

have some masterlist while you’re here.

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It was actually quite fortunate that Julie’s phone rang in the middle of practice.

The ringtone put a halt to Alex’s drum beat and Reggie’s baseline, the band in the middle of a song when the device began vibrating atop Julie’s music stand perched before her piano. The air quickly grew quiet, three pairs of eyes falling onto Julie as they waited for her to silence her phone, to apologise and get back into the song. They had a strict ‘Do Not Disturb’ policy on band time, one put in place mainly because Flynn had a habit of turning up out of the blue and derailing practice with antics.

“Well?” Luke said after four rings, Julie looking over and registering the name as the ringtone continued to blare out. The look on the guitarist’s face was one shared by her other band mates: they were mid-practice, they had a gig that night, and they couldn’t afford to mess up with talent scouts in the crowd. They had kicked out Flynn already, and had locked the doors to the garage to minimise disturbance from Ray or Carlos, and while they were already playing the song well, they shared the sentiment that the performance that night needed to be great.

But it was a name that made her smile, brought a warmth to Julie’s heart and butterflies to her stomach. She still wasn’t quite used to it, seeing that name on her screen, despite it being a regular occurrence for months now: it still gave Julie that giddy feeling whenever it popped up on her caller ID.

Julie glanced up at her friends, her band, all waiting for her to hang up as the ringtone repeated for a sixth time: but in a split second decision, she reached out and pressed answer on the call, causing Luke to guffaw.

“What are you-”

“How’s my light in this dreary excuse for a life doing?” Julie asked down the phone, causing her band mates to hold back on their berating as she put the call on speaker, biting her lip as she tucked her hands under her thighs, her eyes on the guys as the response came through.

“You say that like you’re not the superstar here, Molina.” And simultaneously, Julie watched the jaws of her three ghost guys drop at the sound of a girl’s voice coming from the other side of the phone. “I’m not interrupting anything, am I?” She asked Julie, a waver of nerves in her voice. “I wasn’t sure when you were starting rehearsal today.”

“You’re all good, we’re taking a break.” Julie half-lied: the boys had certainly dropped their interest in practice upon the beginning of the phone call. “What’s the matter, ¿cariña?” She asked, watching Alex silently jump up from his seat and walk over to join Luke and Reggie in the room’s centre, three pairs of eyes watching Julie with matching expressions of dumbfounded confusion.

“W-well. Two things.” The voice spoke again, giggling a little in response to the pet name, and in turn causing Julie to blush. “I’m sorry I didn’t call last night; I fell asleep doing Chemistry homework.” The girl admitted, and Julie let out a laugh. “And second: about this gig tonight… What do you want me to wear?” she asked, but before Julie could respond, the girl continued. “Like, what says ‘hi, I’m Julie’s girlfriend but I’m super cool and chill and not at all weird in any way’? I mean, I don’t know how to dress for meeting Flynn, let alone meeting your ghost band mates…”

Julie watched Reggie and Alex silently scream at one another, the former beginning to bounce around the room as Luke just sat himself down on the coffee table from shock at the revelation.

“Y/N, whatever you wear, the guys will love it.” Julie was reassuring in her tone, her words sincere and sweet. “Oh! What about the blue polka dot dress, the one you wore on our picnic date?” She suggested, trying to ignore the borderline meltdown Reggie was having as she spoke, their bassist having grabbed a pillow from the couch and clutching it to his chest, his eyes nearly teary as he watched the phone call unfold.

“Oh, I love that one!” The girl, Y/N, squealed from down the phone, the sound of rustling and thuds coming from down the line, followed by a quick ‘oopsie daisy’, Julie smiling at the noise of her girlfriend’s clumsiness. “Found it! Ok, phew, thank you baby. I’m still meeting you there at 6, right?”

“Yep, if you come round to the side door I’ll make sure that security let you in.” Julie replied with a squeak of her own.

“This is so exciting! I mean, finally meeting all your friends, your family…” Y/N exclaimed, but quickly fell silent on the other end of the phone. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?” she asked in a nervous tone. “I mean, this is sort of it for you, coming out…”

It was true, Julie wasn’t publicly out. But now, with her band mates listening in and with two of the three flapping about the room like headless chickens from the shock of it, the cat was, sort of, out of the bag at that point.

“I’m sure.” Julie said quickly, nodding along as she spoke. “I should get back to practice now, the guys are waiting.” She said quickly, rounding off the call.

“Oh, of course, of course! I uh, I’ll see you tonight.” And with that, the phone call ended.

And chaos ensued.

“JULIE YOU HAVE TO TELL US EVERYTHING!” Reggie yelled the moment the dial tone sounded, rushing forward as Julie stood herself up, his hands gripping her shoulders and shaking the poor girl.

“You have a girlfriend…” Luke muttered softly; his eyes fixed on the ground as he processed.

“When did you meet? How old is she? Can we see pictures?” Alex asked, slightly less hyper than the bassist, who was quite clearly ecstatic about the news.

“You have a girlfriend?”

“Does she go to Los Feliz? Does she like music? Can she play too?” Reggie asked question after question, having to stop for a moment to catch his breath as Julie was finally given release from the boy’s grip and allowed to focus back on the room, on her friends. “Does she like puppies?!”

“You have a girlfriend and didn’t tell us?” Luke was standing now, and Alex and Reggie halted their questions to pay attention to their guitarist. His hands were shoved deep into his pockets, a look of introspection in his face: eyebrows furrowed, that familiar grumpy frown he had patented, and Julie’s face softened at the sight. “Julie, why didn’t you tell us sooner?”

“I just…” The question hung in the air as Julie tried to articulate her answer, the boys all stood across from her in a row, patient in waiting for her response. “I wanted to tell you guys… I just, I wasn’t ready yet.” It was a simple response, and she watched Luke as he took it in and processed it, wondering what the boy was thinking.

Luke accepted Alex, he himself was queer, surely he would accept and respect Julie’s relationship too… Right?

“Does she make you happy?” He asked after a minute or so of pondering, coming over and taking Julie’s hand in his, giving it a squeeze as he activated best friend mode.

“Yeah… She really does.” Julie said back, her voice no more than a whisper as she found herself getting a little choked up, a lump in her throat and happy tears brimming in her eyes as she watched Luke’s frown turn into a cheesy grin, the boy wrapping his arms around his friend and enveloping her in a tight hug, that Alex and Reggie soon joined in on. They squeezed her, surrounding the smaller girl and smothering her, quite literally, with affection and acceptance and their pride in her. “I need… to breathe…” She managed to croak, the four quickly breaking apart and muttering apologies.

“So… Tell us about her.” Alex said with a smile, Julie sitting herself down on the coffee table as the boys clambered onto the couch, wide eyed and eager to hear about this mystery girl who had Julie feeling all gooey inside.

“Yes please! Full biography, if you don’t mind. Name, age, school, interests, family, medical background, music taste, does she like puppies, is she a sock, sock, shoe, shoe person or sock, shoe, sock, shoe … The important stuff.” Reggie added on, and Julie couldn’t help but laugh at her friends, all leaning forward to make sure they didn’t miss a word.

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“It’s alright, Y/N, you’ve got this. It’s just… It’s just another day…” The whispers of self-encouragement echoed through the back alley later that night as the teen made her way towards the side entrance to the venue. “You’re just seeing your girlfriend… Just watching her in concert, again…” Y/N wasn’t usually so nervous, but ever since she and Julie had begun dating a few months before, the nerves always seemed to build up before seeing her. Tonight, knowing she would not only be meeting Julie’s dad and brother, but her friends? It had Y/N in a bit of a panic, stopping as she passed by a window to look herself over in the reflection, fixing her hair for the twentieth time on her walk over, and pulling a tube of lipstick from her purse to reapply. “You’ve got this, come on Y/N… You wouldn’t be meeting them if you and Julie weren’t in a good place.” She reminded herself softly and let out a sigh.

“Can I help you?” a voice behind Y/N asked, causing her to spin and come face to face with a girl her age. She too was dressed for the concert that night, wearing a Julie and the Phantoms t-shirt under a pinafore dress. “You said Julie, just now… Are you looking for her? Is she expecting you?” She asked again, and Y/N eyes did another scan of the girl, her face immediately coming to mind from Julie’s Instagram: this was Flynn. Her girlfriend’s oldest friend was right in front of her.

“Uh, I uh…” Y/N stuttered, Flynn looking her over with a concern.

“You don’t look good… Why don’t we get you inside? Get you some water?” Flynn offered, taking Y/N’s forearm in her grip and gently coaxing her for the nearby side entrance to the venue, Y/N taking one last glance at the crowds gathering for the concert on the main street before she was led into the venue and down a spiral staircase. “You’re lucky I found you, the security team are super strict here.” Flynn explained to Y/N, the stranger, like the two were old friends, veering to the right and leading her into a rather fancy looking dressing room. “Here…” Flynn let go of her arm to rush over and grab Y/N a bottle of water, passing it over quickly, and watching as Y/N quickly downed half the bottle to try and combat her anxiety.

“Thank you…” Y/N managed after taking a gulping breath.

“Not a problem. So, you’re looking for Julie?” Flynn asked again, and Y/N nodded. “I probably should have checked you weren’t a crazy stalker first before inviting you in, huh? What’s your name?” Flynn hurried herself around the dressing room, collecting cables and a guitar before heading back for the room’s door.

“Y/N… Do you need a hand?” She came out of her nerves to catch the guitar about to slip from under Flynn’s arm, the pair sharing a wary smile.

“Yes, I do, it seems. Well, Y/N, follow me. Julie and the guys are running through their sound check, I’ll deliver you to her.” Flynn grinned, starting a jog back up the corridor they had just come down, Y/N prompted to stick to the girl’s heels. Y/N couldn’t help but admire the girl’s easy manner, how, like Julie, she could settle her nerves with no effort. They followed another corridor along the floor as they passed by the staircase they had descended, quickly coming to a large black door that Flynn kicked open with her foot.

Suddenly, Y/N was hit by a wall of sound: of a perfect culmination of guitar and bass and drums and piano, paired with the angelic voice Y/N knew all too well. It knocked her off balance for a moment, and she clung tight to the guitar charged into her possession, worried she might drop it from the sheer euphoria she got listening to Julie’s voice. She felt like she was floating above the ground as Flynn directed her towards the source of the music, trying to stop herself rushing onto the stage when she spotted her girlfriend.

“We're all bright now, what a sight now, coming out like we're fireworks. Marching on proud, turn it up loud, ‘cause now we know what we're worth.” Julie sang out as she played alongside herself, radiating an energy that left the whole room smiling as they watched on: from the sound techs to the bartenders setting up for the incoming crowd.

“We know we can make it we’re not falling down under, close my eyes and feel my chest beating like thunder.” The boy on guitar, who Y/N remembered was Luke, joined in on the vocals with Julie, who took the harmony, the pair meeting in the centre of the stage to sing together on Julie’s mic. “I wanna fly, come alive…” Luke quickly fell away again, Julie’s attention turning to movement in her peripheral as Flynn set down the cables she had brought along and removed the guitar from Y/N’s hands.

“Watch me shine!” Julie sang out as her eyes landed on Y/N, a smile bursting onto her face as she recognised her girlfriend, waving quickly at her. Y/N waved back, biting her lip to stop herself for laughing at Julie’s adorable demeanour.

“I got a spark in me, hands up if you can see. And you're a part of me, hands up if you're with me. Now 'til eternity, hands up if you believe. Been so long, and now we're finally free.” The whole band sang along on the chorus line, Julie’s attention on the wings quickly drawing the guys’ eyes there as well, to the girl stood at Flynn’s side in a polka dot dress, watching Julie like she was the only girl in the world. “I got a spark in me, hands up if you can see. And you're a part of me, hands up if you're with me. Now 'til eternity, hands up if you believe. Been so long, and now we're finally free.”

As they sang the chorus a second time in lead up to the song’s bridge, Luke rushed across the stage, Reggie on his tail as they both came into the wings.

Y/N and Flynn weren’t quite sure how to react to the pair bounding over, nor did they know what to do as the boys grabbed onto Y/N’s arms and pulled her onto the stage, placing her right in the middle where Julie stood. That afternoon, after the phone call, Julie had been badgered into telling her friends everything and anything about her girlfriend: including the fact that Y/N was a big fan of their music, and that she could sing.

“I got a spark in me.” Julie sang into the mic, taking a nervous breath before holding her hand out to Y/N, the pair quickly interlocking fingers and stepping closer together, Julie offering the microphone for Y/N to sing into. “I got a spark in me.” She echoed back a harmony line, nervously, but the smile on Julie’s face was enough to banished her worries, even if just for a moment. “And you're a part of me.” “And you're a part of me.” “Now 'til eternity.” “Now 'til eternity.” “Been so long, and now we're finally free.” Julie sang out, laughing as Y/N took the chance to spin Julie under her arm, neither caring to notice the grinning faces of the boys behind them, or the shock that plastered Flynn’s face, alongside Carlos, Ray and Julie’s tía Victoria, who had just walked in with pizza for the kids. It was like they were in their own little world, and as the song came to a close, the final chorus sang amidst Y/N and Julie’s dancing, both girls were left a little breathless from their bouncing, not to mention the butterflies bubbling inside each of them any time they looked at the other.

With a final bang of the drums closing up the song, reality quickly came back to the girls, Y/N dropping Julie’s hand as she quickly turned to see the one, two, three, four, five, six, seven… pair of eyes on her and Julie, and that was without mentioning the staff working that night.

“Um, guys…” Julie started, taking a step to the side to get the boys, Flynn and her family into her view, with Y/N in the centre of it all. “This is Y/N…” She said again, chewing on her bottom lip as confused waves were passed between the group.

“Hello.” Y/N said, glancing back at the guys and waving nervously to them as well, all three of the gathered on Alex’s drum stand and waving back.

“Y/N… Y/N is my girlfriend.”

There was silence, no-one quite sure who had superiority on speaking first, but Julie decided to cement the fact her statement provided by walking back to Y/N and interlocking their hands once more, the pair smiling at one another. While the boys behind them and Flynn were grinning like crazy, Julie and Y/N’s focus had fallen onto her family, who stood on the main floor before the stage. Ray shared a glance with Victoria, and for a moment Y/N expected the absolute worst.

“I’m really glad we bought extra pizza.” Ray said with a smile, flooding both the girls with relief as he made his way up onto the stage. “Maybe tell me next time your girlfriend comes along, mi hija: I’m not going to be this well-prepared every time.” He added, setting the pizzas down on the piano stool and jogging over to embrace Y/N in a firm embrace alongside Julie, the girls hugging back in response. “I’m Ray, Julie’s dad.”

“I know. It’s nice to meet you Mr Molina.” Y/N responded mid-hug.

“You know, the fact that the guys knew before I did is honestly insulting Julie.” Flynn spoke up as Ray pulled back from the hug, Flynn coming in for her own with Y/N. “I can’t believe those idiots got to meet you before I did.”

“O-oh, I… I haven’t met them before.” Y/N admitted, looking up as the guys came over. “I have no clue how they know.”

“That… That was me…” Julie admitted, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“When you called today, you interrupted practice.” Reggie said rather loudly. “Julie put you on speaker, we heard the whole thing. I had a meltdown.”

“The outfit definitely gives ‘cool and chill and not weird in any way’ vibes you were going for.” Luke added, and Y/N went pink in the cheeks.

“Sorry about them.” Alex interrupted, holding out a hand that Y/N shook quickly. “I’m Alex. Thing 1 is Luke; Thing 2 is Reggie. They have no filter.” He said with a smile and shrug, only to watch Y/N look down at their connected hands, her eyebrows furrowing.

“Julie, baby,” Y//N said softly, getting a blush on her girlfriend’s cheeks and earning coos from the rest of the group. “I thought you said they were ghosts?” She whispered, glancing over to Ray, Carlos and Victoria, who were dishing out pizza and drinks. “Now, I might be wrong… But isn’t the whole thing that you can’t touch them?”

“Yeah, they kind of are? It’s a long story, definitely one that needs explaining…” Julie answered quickly, pressing a kiss to Y/N’s cheek that froze the girl in surprise. “But that’s for another time.”

“Yep, ok.” Y/N grinned, willing to agree to whatever Julie said without resistance. Ray called the six of them over for pizza at the far side of the stage.

As Julie and Y/N headed over, hand in hand, their heads resting against one another’s as they went, Luke, Reggie, Alex and Flynn watched on, sharing grins between themselves and mouthings of ‘oh my God’. It was nice for all of them, Julie’s family included, to see their star, their Julie, so happy.

And from then on, Julie was Y/N’s Julie too: because if the way those girls looked at each other wasn’t love, then, well, none of them were quite sure what love could be.

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One Day Pt1- Rudy Pankow

ALRIGHTY, so I tried my best but I don't know very much about Rudy’s personal life so bear with me. 

Taglist: @jeyramarie

Summary: Y/N and Rudy dated in high school and he promised her they’d find their way back to each other but they haven't spoken in years, until he comes home for a visit after the release of Outer Banks. 

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           Alaska wasn’t the warmest place in the states for summer, but arguably the prettiest. Full of greenery and always things to do outdoors, from kayaking to hiking to taking random drives, Ketchikan was beautiful but even you couldn’t help but start to feel like you were drowning in the city.

           Most of your friends stuck around your hometown or at least stayed in the same state, so it made summer time more enjoyable, especially when everyone got together. Summer never got exceptionally warm, but tonight constituted for jeans and a cute top, no need for a jacket. The get together was at your friends cabin that was in a secluded area of your hometown, it sat right on the water and every time you breathed in, you could smell the salt of the water.

           This get together had been a tradition between you and your childhood friends, it happened every summer almost to the day. It was the birthday of your closest friend and every year it got rowdier and rowdier, you wouldn’t miss it. Everyone was here, everyone except one person. Not a lot of people made it out of Alaska, you and your friends had a joke about never leaving the state. Only a few of your friends went away to college but only one of them actually got out of Alaska and went two-thousand and some miles away, your ex-boyfriend, Rudy.

           You always tried to push his face out of your head and the older you got, as the years continued to fly by, it got easier. You were so proud of Rudy for following his dreams to California but the distance between you two seemed to grown a mile a second until you just stopped talking all together.

           You two weren’t complicated, there wasn’t a long drawn out story between you and him. You had supported his dream from the beginning with a promise of one day, you knew staying friends would be hard but you loved him until staying friends seemed impossible because you never talked. You tried, but the more your texts and calls went unanswered and not returned the less effort you put in because clearly one day wasn’t going to happen.

           It broke your heart, but what could you do? Rudy had landed a role in a Netflix Original and it was taking the world by storm, he was never going to come back home and you didn’t know if you could leave home. So what did you do? You did what he did, you started dating. You picked up the small pieces of your heart, painted on a pretty smile and started seeing other people.

           You had been seeing Tucker James for a while. He was handsome, made you smile. You grew up with Tucker and when he came back home after college, he was completely different then when you saw him in high school. He wasn’t Rudy, but he was something.

           The little get together wasn’t crowded with people, but it wasn’t quiet. The people here were the kids you graduated with, mainly your group of friends that consisted of ex-football players, ex-soccer players and ex-cross country runners. You and your girlfriends were mainly ex-soccer players and one cheerleader, all three of you totally different but the closest of friends.

           “You’ll never guess who’s here,” your friend, Zoe, said after she bounced into the space beside you and handed you a beer.

           “Will we care?” Kennedy asked, raising her eyebrows as she sat on the kitchen counter, already finishing her drink. You had just gotten here with Tucker somewhere with friends, and was catching up even though you just had breakfast with them two days ago.

           “You?” Zoe shook her head at Kennedy before swinging her eyes onto you, “you on the other hand will definitely care.”

           You sighed, “What, did Jamie get back together with that girl? Henning already hitting the beers hard? Because I am not being mother hen tonight.”

           “No,” Zoe answered, her voice going high with a gentle grimace. “I think his brother will be mother hen.”

           Your eyebrows pulled together as Kennedy sounded just as confused as you. “Uh, Alec won’t be home for another few days.”

           Zoe’s eyebrows rose to her hairline, lifting her drink to her mouth and avoiding your eyes and Kennedy’s. It seemed to hit you both at the same time, but Kennedy was the one to speak as shock rooted your body. “Whoa, you mean Rudy’s home?”

           With Zoe’s silence you knew that Kennedy was right and suddenly your heart slammed inside your chest and stole your breath, your cheeks paling as Kennedy turned her eyes onto you. Zoe finally looked back at you and you could see the wariness inside her face, but the world just drowned out around you.

           Rudy was home? Like actually home and you knew it?

           “Zoe, don’t be an idiot. Rudy never told Y/N when he came home, they haven’t seen each other in almost four years.” Kennedy said, her voice finally filling your head.

           You shook your racing heart and realized him being home meant nothing. You wouldn’t run off to see him, throw yourself into his embrace and give him the satisfaction of knowing that you never fully got over him. You sucked in a deep breath and painted a smile, “Well, at least he’s home for Jamie’s birthday.”

           Your two friends knew better, they knew you too well, you’ve been friends since you guys were toddlers so they knew it was a forced smile. They knew Tucker was just another fake attempt at erasing Rudy from your head and mainly your heart. They were a few guys between Rudy and Tucker, but none of them helped, you always ended up alone and wishing Rudy was with you but it would never be him. One day was never going to happen and you had come to terms with it, now getting your heart on the same boat as your head was a entirely different story.

           “Jamie’s got beer pong in the living room, wanna head over?” Kennedy said, trying to change the subject.

           You ended up swallowing half of your beer before nodding and following after them but the second you stepped out of the kitchen and into the hallway the air around you changed, your stomach fluttered and your heart slammed again. Zoe was talking about the bonfire that Jamie would get going soon, her and Kennedy reminiscing about how last years get together ended in a lot of trouble and a night filled with alcohol, when you turned your head and saw him.

           His blue eyes were already on you, watching every step you took and the brightness inside his eyes stopped you. God, those eyes could get you to do whatever he wanted, all he had to do was give you that lopsided smile and bright eyes and you’d go to the ends of the earth with him. His blond hair was unruly and in need of a cut, but he looked the same as he did at eighteen, just more. Wider shoulders sat underneath his short sleeve black shirt, thicker thighs underneath his black jeans, skin was more tan from being in California and filming the other side of the coast.

           His eyes bled relief as he drank you in. Like he was happy to see you here, like he had been praying, and now here you two were, mere feet between you instead of thousands of miles.

           “Gorgeous,” Tucker came up behind you, touching the back of your head and tilting it back to meet his lips in a soft kiss. You pulled back and looked at him as he smiled, “Wanna play beer pong with Jamie?”

           You attempted an answer but the word got stuck inside your throat as you quickly glanced back at Rudy, watching his eyes fill with something unreadable but you were quick to look back at Tucker, giving him another signature forced smile. “Yeah.”

           Tucker grabbed your hand and you were walking into the living room, leaving Rudy behind you. He really was here.

           “Oh, my god,” you murmured to yourself, lifting the plastic cup and taking another swig.

           You were almost able to forget that Rudy was somewhere in this home. You folded yourself into Tucker’s chest as your two friends went against two guys that Jamie played soccer with, but when your friends started bringing up memories of the old times was when you started to feel like you couldn’t breathe.

           “Do you remember the night we won the state championships?” Collin asked, wearing a grin, nodding his head towards the door and you followed his eyes to see Rudy had walked in the dining room with his castmate and close friend, Chase Stokes.

           Your stomach swallowed your heart as Rudy’s eyes landed on you and Tucker. You didn’t miss the way his blue eyes narrowed in at the way Tucker was holding you. His beer lifted to his mouth and he took a sip, his eyes finally reaching yours.

           “The same night Jamie went streaking and got caught for indecent exposure with the Sheriff?” Zoe asked, smirking and making everyone but you and Rudy laugh because all you could do was keep your eyes on him.

           Jamie shrugged, “I have no shame.”

           The corners of Rudy’s mouth lifted slightly, a small and teasing smirk toyed with your heart and suddenly, he wasn’t the only one that remembered that night because he was mentally dragging you down memory lane with him. That was the same night you spent with Rudy, holed up in your room and celebrating his win with just the two of you. You and Rudy had been dating for a year, but it was the first time he told you that he loved you.

           You could still see the look in his eyes, feel his fingers touching your collarbone and drifting up to where your pulse raced. Feel his confession whisper across your lips.

           Your escape came when Jamie touched Rudy’s shoulder, breaking your little trip down memory lane. “We should take Chase kayaking.”

           If you escaped while he wasn’t looking, you could maybe settle down whatever was happening inside your chest, stomach and head.

           “I need some air,” You said quietly, pushing away from Tucker.

           Tucker’s grin fell as he looked at you, his arms falling from your waist, “You ok, gorgeous?”

           You nodded and smiled, “It’s stuffy.”

           “Want me to come?” He asked, taking a step towards you but you touched his chest and brought your lips to his cheek.

           “I’m fine, I wont be long.”

           Tucker let you go and you promised Zoe and Kennedy you were fine as you went. You just needed to breathe, like actually breathe. Not suck in a breath and feel like it didn’t reach your lungs, you knew as soon as you walked outside and smelled the salt in the air that you’d be fine. You squeezed past people and found a quiet spot on the wrap around porch, you could hear the distant sounds of people talking and smell the sharp burn of firewood, it almost made your nose burn but it just felt so good to breathe in silence.

           You touched the back of your neck and sighed, God, why can’t I get over him?

           “I didn’t know you were seeing someone.”

           Your fingers stopped pressing against the tense muscles on your neck as Rudy’s voice filled your ears. A shiver raced down your spine and you looked over your shoulder briefly, seeing him standing there with his hands in his jean pockets. “Why not.”

           You looked away and crossed your arms over your chest. You didn’t know if you were actually cold, or if it was your body trying to fight off the nerves of suddenly being alone with Rudy.

           “Tucker James, Y/N?” He asked, sounding like he just couldn’t believe someone like you could be with Tucker.

           And that upset you, it angered you. You turned around to face him, “What does it matter to you?”

           “Tucker?” He asked again, looking distraught. “Y/N, you couldn’t stand the douche in high school. You hated him.”

           “Well, we’re not kids anymore, Rudy, now are we?” You shot back.

           Rudy’s jaw clenched as he turned his head, looking off to the side. He slowly brought his eyes back to yours, in the dim lights coming from the party you could barely make out the lightness inside your eyes but you knew they were an intense shade of blue, the same way they always got when he was upset.

           “No, I guess we aren’t,” he said softly, bringing his hands to his hips. “You deserve more than Tucker, Y/N, we both know that.”

           “How dare you,” you whispered, feeling tears prick your eyes. “You don’t get to say that because you don’t know me anymore, you made sure of that when you broke my heart.”

           “Y/N, don’t say that,” he whispered, shaking his head.

           You were so proud of him and who he was becoming, but you both knew that what was left between the two of you was because of him. “You never meant for One day, Rudy, and that’s fine but it took me too long to realize you never wanted it.”

           Rudy stared at you, his own sadness and heart break filling his whole being. He remembered the exact moment he promised you one day, he had taken you for a drive as graduation loomed above your heads. You both knew that your break up was fast approaching, but you were trying to soak up every moment with each other. His promise had been his way of saying that it wasn’t the end for you two.

           One day your paths would cross and bring you two together again. One day he’d come home for you. One day you’d leave Alaska and find your way to him. One day you’d be able to love each other without the distance between you.

           Rudy always meant for One day, there had never been a doubt in his mind that you were his forever, he just was waiting for that moment. “You know that’s a lie, Y/N,” he spoke softly, keeping his eyes on you.

           Seeing your eyes fill with tears only broke his heart further because he didn’t realize how much he hurt you.

           “If you meant it then you would have called. I wouldn’t be the last to know you had come home for a few days, I wouldn’t find out days after you went back to LA.” You touched your chest, “I tried to be your friend, Rudy, but all you did was ignore me, so no, you didn’t mean it.”

           You took a step to the side and he stepped with you, blocking your path. “Don’t walk away,” he pleaded. “Let’s just, I just wanna talk, Y/N.”

           God, his voice. It was so soft, a low grumble falling from his lips. His fingers lightly touched your hip as your eyes stared at his chest, the same one that was rising and falling with quick breaths.

           “Please, Y/N,” He begged, stepping into you and breathing in your light perfume. It was intoxicating to him, it changed but it was still familiar, it was still you. Rudy would take you anywhere you wanted to go. To that little café you loved, the twenty-four hour iHop, to the waterfall he dragged you to five years ago, where he asked you to be his girlfriend.

           He’d go anywhere if it meant you were beside him.

           You finally lifted your eyes to look at him, the color making his heart melt. “No,” your voice cracked and as you pushed past his arm, his fingers fell from your hip.

           He turned, his eyes watching you as you headed back into the party, brushing past Chase and keeping your head down. You missed the gentle smile on his face as he stood, facing Rudy.

Chase lifted his eyes to Rudy, “Is that her?”

           Rudy nodded, breathing deeply.

           Chase shoved his hands into his front pockets, nodding slowly. “She’s a lot prettier than any picture.”

           Rudy knew this. Chase breathed deeply and nodded his head, “Come on, man. Jamie broke out the tequila.”

           Rudy preferred beer, but if he was going to go back to a party and watch you be with Tucker instead of him, then he’d need the tequila. As Rudy made his way to Chase, he touched his back, giving his friend’s shoulder a squeeze.

Bet?

It’s All Fun and Games Series Masterlist // main masterlist // next part

Summary: The gang plays Monopoly. Y/N is losing.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: swearing; one sexual reference

A/N: i am obviously not speaking from experience when i say that monopoly is the devil’s game; short one but i loved writing it!

The noise from 15B doesn’t seem to subside, although it’s nearing midnight. There are only 4 lights turned on in the entire apartment – one forgotten in the bathroom, after Bucky leapt out as fast as possible in the possibility of Sam stealing his $500 note that he’s left on the table, one in the kitchen where Wanda is trying to make some popcorn but failing at understanding Steve’s  microwave, and two lamps in the corners of the living room, where there’s a huge debate on whether Y/N can skip paying the luxury tax just because one of the dice slipped from her hand.

“No, I am not losing this fucking game, just because you reinforce rules whenever it suits you!” Y/N shouts, finger pointing in Sam’s direction.

“But it slipped from your hand!” He retorts. “You were rolling it!”

“I’ve let you not give me the full rent when you landed on my Boardwalk and this is how you repay me?”

“Ok, settle down, guys.” Steve interferes, before they start wrestling (as it is known to have happened last time). “Y/N, you’re gonna pass Go in your next round anyway. Just mortgage something.”

“Boy, it’s about the principle, not about what’s the easiest way around.”

“You have no principles.” Wanda chimes in. She sits down next to Nat on the sofa, rearranging the blanket on their legs, and hands her the bowl of popcorn. Both of them look at Y/N with half-amused half-accusing expressions.

“You’ve offered to suck Bucky’s dick for one last dollar that you were missing when you landed on his space.” Nat points out.

“Well, how the fuck is it my fault that he has three fucking hotels next to each other and I’ve landed on each?” Y/N’s hands shoot to the ceiling, frustration rising.

They all know how competitive she can get whenever they play Monopoly, and although the girls had decided a long time ago not to play with her anymore, preferring to just watch and comment as referees, Sam likes to laugh at her for how bad she can be at the game, regardless of the thousands of times she’s played it. Bucky and Steve were just goaded into it, with the promise of the loser having to do their dishes for a month, and they figured their chances were pretty big considering Sam’s complete lack of strategy and Y/N’s competitive rage that does nothing but blind her.

“Just declare yourself bankrupt.” Sam says, an ironic undertone to his seemingly considerate remark.

“Bitch, I’ll die before I lose to you.” She seethes, fingers going white as she clutches the coffee table.

“Ok, ok, that’s enough.” Bucky pries her hands open, and clutches them in one of his. He takes one $100 note from the bunch he has in front of him and places it in the box between him and Steve. “She paid it, now move on.”

“You can’t do that!” Sam yells, smirk falling from his face.

“Yeah!” Y/N shouts as well. “You can’t do that! I want to win this fair and square!”

“I’m helping you out, just say thank you and move on.” Bucky sighs, slapping her hand that reaches towards the box. “You can give it back after you pass Go if you’re so desperate.”

“No.” Y/N sets her jaw and tries to lunge herself over Bucky, only to be easily stopped by his strong hands around her arms, practically forcing her into a human straitjacket.

“Sam, your turn now.” Bucky says, completely unfazed by Y/N’s efforts to break free.

Wanda throws some popcorn at Y/N’s head, not missing her target once, which only makes her grumble and lash out more. Bucky is relentless, and having already warned Y/N once to stop thrashing out, he just manoeuvres her like a puppet until she sits between his legs, arms wrapped tightly around her. In the meantime, Sam builds another house and Steve ends up in jail, but Nat puts on an episode of The Office which immediately draws their attention from the boardgame to the tv.

Bucky leans on the armchair behind him, loosening his grip on Y/N, now that she’s closely following an episode that she’s already probably seen countless times. Such a baby, he thinks, amused by her inability to focus on anything else when it comes to her favourite show.

As the episode progresses, so does Y/N’s body mould itself into Bucky. It started with her drawing nearer, her back pressing into his chest, then her head rested on his shoulder, and now her hands find his in order to interlace their fingers. Her hair tickles his collarbone, but he doesn’t mind; she’s keeping him warm. She moves her head up and to the side, until her breath fans over his jaw. If he would look down at her now, their lips would be an inch apart, his mind provides.

“The worst thing about prison was the dementors.” She whispers in time with Michael.

Bucky’s chest starts rumbling under her with a suppressed laugh. She giggles quietly, returning her gaze to the tv. Another stray popcorn hits her head and Y/N groans, grabbing the nearest thing to her (Sam’s top hat on the board) and throws it in the direction of the sofa, only to land in Steve’s hair. Bucky and Y/N both watch in fascination as Steve just pats his left ear, completely unaware of what just happened, and continuing to watch the episode. They look at each other, mouths pressed into thin lines, barely holding in their laughter.

“Five bucks he’ll find it when he goes to sleep.” Bucky whispers in her ear.

“Are you nuts? With the amount of hairspray that he’s got going on, he’ll find it in the shower tomorrow.”

“Bet?” He offers, luring her in in one of their usual games.

“This is too easy and I’ll win. Higher stakes?”

“You’ll go with me at my cousin’s wedding next week.”

Y/N looks up at him again, eyes narrowed in suspicion. “I thought I already agreed to that.”

“You’ll have to pretend to be my girlfriend so I can finally get my sister off my back.” Bucky shrugs.

“Bet.” She concedes, offering her pinky. Bucky grabs it with his own and they shake once.

He knows he’ll win the bet, mainly because he’ll be the one creeping into Steve’s room when everyone’s gone to let him know there’s a Monopoly top hat stuck in his hair.

***

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We’re still playing our game of written hot potato! Dozens of your favorite authors are taking turns to tell a Veronica Mars mystery story. Each writer crafts their chapter and then “tosses” the story to the next person to continue the tale. No one knows what will happen, so expect the unexpected!

Follow the “vmhq presents” and “murder we wrote” tags for all the installments, or read the story as it develops on AO3. --Chapter Twenty of MURDER, WE WROTE is written by @beezlebobble​​. And stayed tuned next week for Ch.21 from @DRiver2u - tag, you’re it!

—————————————————————————————————— CHAPTER TWENTY by @beezlebobble​ a/k/a orionseyes

“Wallace!” Veronica exclaimed as she hobbled as quickly as possible, clutching Logan’s arm. Logan dropped her hand as he raced over to the staircase to bend down and check Wallace’s pulse. As Veronica finally neared, he helped her clumsily and painfully crouch down to check on any other injuries Wallace might have. The rest of the group huddled around a very still Wallace.

“He’s alive! But we’ll have to wait to find out if he’s broken anything. I don’t see signs of broken bones, but he must have hit his head and back pretty hard coming down that slide.”

“Looks like a wild ride. Wallace was Slip, Sliding, Away…Slip, Sliding, Away…” Dick crooned as Veronica reached out and smacked his nearest limb hard, which happened to be his leg.

And slide it was. What had been previously a normal, albeit ornately fussy, wood-paneled staircase, was now a long, slick, wooden slide. The steps had collapsed like a funhouse trick and Wallace had been taken completely by surprise.

“Dick, how can you?! Someone’s trying to kill us! And I might be next. They know I’m wearing my Louboutins and I can’t outrun them or walk in the snow! Anyway, they would get totally ruined. Oh God, I almost went upstairs to get something out of my bag, that could have been me! Walter’s unconscious, but I might have been killed!” Gia wailed as she turned and cast herself dramatically into a nearby Luke’s arms. He patted her back ineffectually while Susan and Carrie simultaneously rolled their eyes. They caught each other and started to giggle. Alexis sighed and clutched arms around her middle as she looked down on Wallace’s still form. Duncan and Cole hovered behind Susan and Carrie with concerned looks on their faces.

“For the last time you idiots, his name is Wallace! Veronica shouted. She glanced around the room and rubbed her chin, “This seemingly-luxurious mansion appears to have a ridiculous number of secret rooms and hidden mechanisms, like it was built for the stage or as a movie set. I think we need to figure out what exactly this house is, who owns it, and see if anyone can recall its history.” Veronica had that steely, intent investigator’s look in her eye that made Logan equal parts impressed and aroused. He reached out and pushed a wild lock of hair that had escaped from her ponytail behind her ear.

“Baby, this is why I love you. There isn’t a challenge you won’t face.” He stood up briskly and brushed his hands on his jeans. He then reached out a warm hand to help her rise to her shaky feet.

She gladly took it. It was a solid comfort and she realized that she looked forward to Logan actually being her partner in the future. “At some point, sweetheart, you’re going to have to find me something I can use as a cane. I’m not built for resting. Us Mars’ are hardy, peasant stock, not made for swanning on some low-slung couch like Gloria Swanson. Girls like me gotta give birth in the cornfields and get back to milking the cattle, you know.”

Logan grinned and bent down to sweep her off her feet. “Honey, you need to sit still for at least fifteen minutes while we gather our collective wits and sort this out. Let Daddy Logan make you nice and comfortable.” He carried her carefully back to the living area and deposited her on the plush, heavily upholstered sofa which had been moved aside for the mattresses.

“Hey Casey, you and Dick grab Wallace and move him out here. Lay him out on the mattress by the dining table and we’ll get to business,” Logan directed as he grabbed a blanket to lay over Veronica’s lap. “Wait here a second.” He got up and left the room. A minute later he returned hoisting a leather tufted ottoman that had been in the library.

“In case you want to move around and keep that foot elevated.” Veronica cupped his face and gave him a quick, tender kiss. She’d missed how much he was always taking care of her.

“OK, everyone, gather round! Mother Goose has some stories for you kiddies. First, let’s figure out this house situation. Has anyone heard of this house, been at this house, or known anyone else who has? You’re all Richie Riches, surely, some of you must have visited or heard something.”

“I have never heard of this place, and please don’t call me Shirley,” Dick piped up. Logan reached over and slapped him on the side of his head. “Ow, man, why did you smack me so hard?”

“Shut up and quit fooling around, Dick. There’s at least one dead man and multiple attempts on other people’s lives and you have to keep acting like a fucking donkey.”

Dick grumbled and plopped himself down on one of the mattresses. Everyone else had seated themselves around in a circle.

“My dad used to sail out this way sometimes, but I don’t think he landed on the island or knew the owners. I think I remember something about it being a hotel or inn?” Casey suggested.

“No, I don’t think it was a hotel. There are no exit signs, or a front desk, or a lobby. It doesn’t have that institutional, sterile feel.  It feels like someone’s not-so-welcoming home,” Carrie stated. “I’m not sure if I could live here, but it looks like someone did. This island is not exactly inviting.”

“I think you’re right, but I guess it was long shot to think that any of us Southern Californians would have an idea about this place. If only we could boot up Mac’s computer or someone’s phone and try to find more info about this place.” Veronica mulled this over while she stroked the arm of the couch as she leaned back.

“If it helps, I was told that this place had been used for murder mysteries for a really long time. Like, maybe decades? That should help narrow down any search,” Mac offered.

“Did Jen know anything?” Veronica asked her.

“Maybe.” Mac shrugged. “She seemed like she had been doing this for a while, and that the house itself served that purpose for a lot of groups.”

“OK. First, we have to find Jen. For information and probably for her own safety. She might be in cahoots with the killer, or he might have already gotten to her. Regardless, she has info that we need. Second, we are partnering up if we need to leave this room, but otherwise staying put. I don’t think any of you are in cahoots with the killer, mainly because some of you are just not that clever.  So that means, everyone keeps an eye on each other. We are all going to leave this island alive. Even Dick.” Dick glanced over and pointed both his pointer fingers at himself as if to say, who, me?

“We know that our suspect is a large male. He managed to drag Leo’s body in the snow to the stable. He tossed me off the balcony like a ragdoll. But it’s entirely possible that he’s just the muscle because the mastermind behind this must be our hostess!” Everyone in the circle nodded in agreement and Alexis shivered.

“The other thing we are going to do is figure out how many hidden rooms, cubbies, compartments are in this place. That means going room by room, tapping walls and pushing unusual looking panels, knots in the wood, carvings, knobs, handles, sconces, books in bookcases, and lifting statue-like things. You’ve all seen it in the movies, so use some of those as guides. I have a feeling our mastermind can’t resist watching us and is hiding somewhere in the recesses of this large, weird house.”

Logan leaned over and threw his arms around her. “My girlfriend is so smart and sexy. You all listen up.  There’s no way we’re getting out without Veronica’s help.”

“Your girlfriend, huh?”

“Yup.” Logan popped his mouth to say. “The smartest, sexiest, peskiest girlfriend a lucky goofball like me could have.” He hugged her to him and kissed her firmly on her head.

“Unnnhhhh.” Everyone turned sharply around as Wallace moaned. He groaned again as he slowly sat up while clutching his head. “Oww, my head. Did the Hulk club me or something?”

Logan rushed over as Veronica looked gratefully at him. They truly were going to be a team and it made her heart almost burst to see him showing care for one of the most important people in her life.

“Now, Wallace, you need to be careful.  I think you bumped your noggin pretty hard as you came sliding down.”

“Ugh, now I remember! I took the first step and the stairs just disappeared, and that was it.”

“OK, Wallace, you need to lay back down, you might have a concussion.” Logan tenderly helped Wallace lay prone as he gazed up at Logan with a bemused expression.

“Look at you, helping me. Veronica would be so proud.” He sighed and laid back as Logan covered him a soft, camel-colored throw.

“I am proud.” Veronica called out with a huge smile on her face, showing all the affection she felt for him. Logan turned towards her and grinned back. It felt so good to be in tune with each other. They were going to grow together and face whatever the fates would bring.

“I can’t stand it anymore!” Dick cried as he rushed past Casey and pushed him into Cole, who raced after him. He grabbed both handrails and yanked himself to the top of the landing. There was a cry from the next room.

“Yee-haw!” There were some squeaks and then a low rumble as Dick rolled from the base of the stairs into the living area and rose with a flourish. “Ta-da!”  Casey took one look at him and took off for the stairs. The next few minutes were chock-full of sound of a flurry of idiots and donkeys racing up the slope that remained of the stairs and hurling themselves down.

“I’m hungry.” Gia whined. “I don’t want pop-tarts for dinner. I’ll just die if I don’t eat anything. My doctor says I’m anemic and should forage at least every two hours. I wonder if there’s anything paleo in this god-forsaken dump?”

“Right, we’re all hungry, but the food is being guarded by Madison's corpse. Do you really want to eat that?” Logan asked, looking around at the glum faces.

Dick chimed in. “I don’t care; if no one else does, we should go for it. Logan cooks a mean pasta. I mean, my doctor says I’m a growing boy and I gotta forage every hour.”

“But pasta is carbs!” Gia complained.

“Gia, god help me, just shut up for once. I think pasta is a safe bet and there’s probably enough down there to feed all of us.” Logan got up and pointed at Cole and Duncan. “You and you are coming with me. I’ll go into the pantry, grab supplies, and pass them to you. We all have to keep up our strength for what lies ahead.”

The three of them headed down to the basement as Veronica leaned back and sighed. This was not going to be easy. Her injury was going to make everything so much harder and really put her at a disadvantage against her two or possibly more hidden foes.

In her hideout, Della watched the screen closely and focused on Veronica. She did not trust that girl. She was always kind of skeevy. Look at the way she ordered Logan around. And he was literally waiting on her hand and foot. It really was disgusting. She would never make Logan do that. She would worship him, and cuddle him, and stroke his hair, and then make delicious pasta meals for him. Pasta, wait? That gave her an idea. She couldn’t do anything to what they were currently going to eat, but she could sneak down there after and prime some of their future meals. Hmm. This was going to be lots of fun. She had the perfect stuff to spike their food.  She walked over to the small desk in the room and pulled on its only drawer. Inside was a bottle of just what the doctor ordered.

SKAM NL S3 EP3 - Lucas Van Der Heijden

EP 2 -

“I don’t really like sports and I guess the teacher likes me, so…” Emma fixes her high ponytail, shrugging and looking at Lucas when she was supposed to be in her class, working out or something.

He should be trying harder to care, but she’s really not his type. She’s nice and Kes thinks she’s hot (way too hot for Lucas), so she’s hot. With long and thick brown hair, a tiny and kind of skinny figure, Lucas is not a big chest type of guy, but she might have good looking boobs.

But Lucas is still digesting his Friday afternoon with Milan. He thought they would have long hours alone, smoking, drinking and talking and in the end, he didn’t have the courage to just leave when he saw the girlfriend and how Milan was with her, and so he stayed just to hurt himself even more.

Milan and his girl - Lucas is almost sure her name is Zoe - work well together and they seem to have some intimacy, she walks around his place like she’s been there a whole lot of times, they just match, she has spare keys to his apartment! He didn’t ask because he didn’t want to know, but they seem to be together for a long time, it’s not just a hook up that’s lasting.

“The party on Friday was so fucking good.” Lucas blinks, looking around to try and catch up with the conversation.

“Yes! Your friend…” Jayden bumps his shoulder against Kes’ and he just laughs, looking down like he’s embarrassed (and not cocky) and the girl is laughing too, talking to Jayden about whatever girl that was with Kes on Friday.

“I thought you and Isa were trying to fix things…” Lucas whispers to Kes and he just raises his eyebrows a little, looking at Lucas from the corner of his eyes.

“We are.”

“So you weren’t hooking up on Friday?” Kes straightens his body, putting one arm around Lucas’ shoulders.

“Maybe if you didn’t dump us I wouldn’t have. I needed someone to tell me this on Friday night, not now.” Lucas rolls his eyes and just listen to the conversation, he can’t think of an excuse right now for going missing until Saturday morning. And he’s not Kes’ babysitter.

-

Lucas hates everyone second of this. Whoever he hooked up before Emma, the boys didn’t care that much, they were happy and proud, but they would never hang out with whoever the girl was. And now it feels like Emma and her friends are part of his group too. They’re constantly around and Lucas is constantly feeling out of place. They all hanged out all night long on Friday and Lucas doesn’t get the inside jokes or what they’re talking about.

For the first time in the week, he sees Engel, walking by them and it feels like she’s an angel, sent to save his life.

“Engel!” He moves away from Kes and stops in front of the blonde girl. She steps back and raises her eyebrows, smiling when she looks at him.

“Lucas!”

“Hm, do you have any other party planned for this weekend?” Engel looks around him, at Kes and Jayden and the young girls that they’re always with now. She’s not happy about it, at all, and it’s clear as the day by the way that she looks at the girls.

“I-I don’t know yet, I’m planning one, but we don’t have a place yet, so I don’t know.” Kes comes to his side, wrapping one arm around his neck.

“Bro, we have plans for this weekend…” He tries not to sound rude by picking other things to do other than Engel’s party, but she heard his intent.

“You have plans, I don’t, you can come to Engel’s.” That seems to make Engel happy and it’s all that matters, Lucas wants to win some point with her. “I’m sure Ralph and Esra won’t mind you hosting at our place.” He says to her and Engel’s face lights up in excitement.

“Really? That would be perfect! I’m gonna talk to the girls and see if it’s ok.” She hugs him like that’s one thing they normally do and ignores Kes by his side. Lucas shouldn’t be excited for another party that Milan will most likely be in, but at the same time, he wants to show him that two can play the “kissing a girl in front of you” game.

Kes is looking at him in disbelief when Engel walks away.

“What the fuck, Luc? Your girl is inviting us to go out again, man.”

“She’s not my girl, Kes and she can come too, I’m gonna invite them, don’t worry. It’ll be fun to see you, Isa and Emma’s friend interacting.”

Kes opens his arms and Lucas smiles at him, turning back to the others that are still where they left them.

-

Lucas hasn’t seen Engel to talk to her about the party, but she, somehow - probably Isa -, got his number and texted him to check if he had talked to Ralph and Esra about hosting the party. He hadn’t, but he says he did, Lucas is sure they won’t mind and so Engel said the girls were ok with it too.

“I guess it’s easier, I’m gonna be right next to my bedroom if I need a bed.” Jayden wiggles his eyebrows, doing a little shoulder dance. “Luc seems to be running away from his opportunities, so if he needs a bed he’ll have to find another room to do it.”

“I’m sure she would be happy to hear you calling her an opportunity,” Lucas says even if he doesn’t really care himself, scrolling through Instagram. Milan accepted his request and now they follow each other, but Milan still hasn’t posted.

“Bro, she’ll be happy to go down on you, I’m sure she won’t mind what I have to say about it.” Lucas takes a deep breath, putting his phone inside his pocket. The last thing he wants is Emma even trying to go down on him.

“Jay is right. Emma is not the type that’s shy about what she wants.” Jayden nods his head in agreement with Kes, but Lucas doesn’t have the time to argue with them. Milan stops right in the small space that’s left in their circle.

“Hey!” He looks guilty.

Good.

“Hi...?” Lucas tries to act cool, but he recognizes his jacket in Milan’s hand, the one that he was using when he was at Milan’s place, lying to his friends that he would go to the party later.

“You forgot this on Friday-” Milan offers the jacket and Lucas grabs it, looking at the other two. Jayden doesn’t seem too bothered, but Kes is catching up on something.

“Thanks, I forgot at the bus station.” He doesn’t let Milan finish or he could tell the others that Lucas was actually out, enjoying himself without them.

“Hm, yeah, I tried to call you, but the bus was already moving so…I didn’t feel like running after you.” Milan raises his eyebrows and smiles. Lucas doesn’t understand how he can always be in such a good mood. He was supposed to be feeling ashamed and he sort of is, Lucas can tell by the way that he looks at Lucas, but he plays cool.

“Thanks.”

“No problem. See you around.” He says as he shakes hands with the others and leaves.

-

All he could think about was Milan. If he was coming to this party or not and if he would have the balls to bring his girlfriend to Lucas’ place.

Kes was paying extra attention to him ever since that encounter with Milan, but Lucas is almost sure he doesn’t have many clues yet. And tonight he was busy trying to manage Isa and his new girl at the same party and Lucas was with Emma. So in Kes and Jayden’s eyes, everything was normal again.

Lucas is really trying to feel something for the girl, but it’s hard when with every person that comes inside his house, he looks at the door, hoping to see Milan. It’s not him yet. Emma is talking about her taste in music and what kind of drinks she likes and Lucas is trying to engage.

He doesn’t like fancy drinks, mainly beer or whatever can get him drunk the fastest if he needs to. She laughs and quietly sits closer, putting her hand in his shoulder, continuing to talk about herself.

The loud music shaking the walls around him doesn’t stop Lucas from hearing when Milan enters the room. He’s the new guy that everyone is always excited to see, screaming his name and soon as he walks in. Engel hugs him tightly for a second and Lucas can see him scanning the room, only stopping when their eyes finally meet.

His beautiful girlfriend is right behind him, introducing herself and Milan is still looking at Lucas. He’s happy to see him, but definitely not drunk enough to watch them together again so he chugs his beers and leaves the empty can on the side table right next to the couch. Emma is still talking and he’s still looking at Milan, only breaking their stare contest to pull the girl closer and kiss her like he’s enjoying it.

As he’s kissing her, he can’t stop thinking about what Milan is thinking. He wants to go to him and ask how it feels, what he’s feeling inside his heart. To his surprise, he doesn’t really have to. Suddenly the room around them gets smaller and darker and he stops kissing the girl only to meet Milan standing right in front of the couch. He’s smiling, but there’s a small crease in his forehead and his eyes are a little too serious, but it seems to go unnoticed by Emma.

“Milan!” She almost screams, way too excited and he bends down, touching their knees with his hands as he pushes them away from each other, sitting right in the middle. The couch is way too small for the three of them, so both Lucas and Emma have to turn their bodies a little against the arms of the couch to let Milan sit with them.

It should go unnoticed, but Milan quietly keeps one hand on Lucas’ knees as the three of them start a conversation.

“You two were getting way too intimate for a public party! How are you?” He asks Emma and she smiles at Lucas with the first comment, hinting not so subtly that they didn’t go somewhere more private because Lucas didn’t want to.

All the cans on the side table are empty, Lucas checks every single one in hopes to find something to drink. It’s too much having Milan right there, purposely stopping him from kissing a girl. He doesn’t care to pay attention to their conversation, looking around. Kes is with his new hook up, but they’re just talking, Jayden is nowhere to be found.

Milan presses his fingers a little tighter around Lucas’ thigh and he looks at them again and the mood of the conversation changed drastically, but Lucas doesn’t care to ask what happened, Emma is already getting up, dragging him to go dance with her, leaving Milan behind, sitting alone on the couch.

-

She’s not really a problem. The girl knows how to kiss and Lucas has done this enough times where he kinds of knows the right ways too. She puts her hand in the back of his neck and presses her fingertips, holding his hair a little and again, she’s a good kisser. The problem is that she is a she. And most of all, she’s not him. Her hands are too small, she’s generally too small and he has to help her stay on her tiptoes while they kiss. Milan is taller than him and has the nicest hands. It’s not like Lucas actually ever touched him like that, but he thinks about it too much.

He opens his eyes or he’ll get too lost thinking about the boy, but it doesn’t help. Milan is right in front of him, there’s only another couple in between Lucas and Milan and he’s kissing his girlfriend. The boy doesn’t seem to have one single flaw. He holds his girlfriend close to him and they keep slow dancing while kissing. Lucas shouldn’t be looking, it feels very intimate and more like a make-out session than just a kiss, but when he’s trying to focus on the girl in his arms again, Milan opens his eyes and Lucas is caught again.

More than ever, he should close his eyes and pretend like nothing happened, but he can’t. They’re staring at each other while kissing girls that they’re not interested in. Milan has some skills because he continues to kiss his girlfriend eagerly, but Lucas thinks he’s the one in Milan’s mind. And he can’t keep kissing Emma. He stopped at some point already because she moved on to quietly kiss his jaw and cheek. Emma holds his hair just a little tighter and Lucas closes his eyes, thinking that Milan could hold him like that and it would feel perfect.

-

Lucas is still dizzy from the loud music in the dark, too many drinks and Milan’s gaze on him. He can’t go out so he offers to clean the flat for a little. He doesn’t say he won’t go to the party or Kes will offer to stay and help him, but Lucas needs to be alone, to breath some cold air and get back to his senses.

Milan has a girlfriend. They kissed right in front of you, he introduced her to you as a girlfriend and he came with her tonight.

He drops the bag filled with empty cans on the floor when he’s finally alone, looking around. There are so many cans left and he regrets offering to clean, but this is better than getting on a cab to the next place with Milan and Emma.

It feels like it’s easier to just leave the bag there and collect the cans. He pats his jeans in search for something to relax himself, but his pockets are empty. Just perfect. He must have given his joint to Kes earlier.

A bunch of cans are still half full so Lucas grabs as many as he can and drops it inside the kitchen sink, turning them upside down one by one while he collects more around the kitchen area.

“Hey…” Lucas turns way too quickly on his feet only to find Milan at the kitchen door, dragging the trash bag with one hand, smiling.

“Hi...what are you doing here?” It’s late and he saw Milan staring at him before leaving the flat, holding hands with his girl.

“You seemed upset and I didn’t want to go anyway, so...I said I was going to stay and help you clean.” Milan starts collecting more empty cans as well, but he’s still looking at Lucas.

“I’m just tired. And you don’t have to stay.”

“But I want to. Everyone already left so I guess you’re stuck with me.”

It’s not that Lucas doesn’t want him there. To be alone with Milan is one of the things he wants the most these days, but not like this. When there’s this weird thing going on between them. And Lucas is not the greatest person, sure, but he’s not trying to break yet another couple, he learned his lesson with Kes and Isa.

“We’ve been together for a very long time now…” Milan starts explaining himself, finally close to Lucas, leaning against the sink, only two or three steps away from Lucas. He really doesn’t want to be hearing about Milan’s girlfriend though, so he just shakes his head. “But I would say we’re more like siblings now.”

Lucas tries not to laugh, but a smile ends up slipping into his lips and Milan laughs, nodding his head too.

“Why are you telling me this?” Lucas takes a step back, leaning on the counter, looking at Milan.

“Don’t know, I just wanted to tell you. Maybe someday in the past, we worked, but now it’s just...like we’re waiting for someone to grow the balls to break up with the other one.”

Lucas knows why he’s saying that he’s not dumb, but half-words or half gestures don’t work for him anymore. He bought that bullshit before and it made him do some fucked up things.

“That’s fucked up tho…” Milan takes a deep breath and nods his head.

“But if I do it, she might go crazy and blame me for bringing her here, leaving her family behind, and then she’ll burn out my house and cut my balls off.” Lucas doesn’t find it that funny, but he laughs anyway because it’s Milan and he says in such a cute way…

“I doubt it. Don’t say shit like that about your girlfriend. She’s nice…” Lucas tries to go back to a few hours ago, when she introduced herself again to him, he’s still not sure about her name. Lucas looks down, his drunk mind can’t stand another second staring at Milan and his eyes filled with some crazy ideas. “What’s her name again?”

When he looks up, Milan is only two steps away and he moves slightly closer slowly.

“Does it really matter?” Lucas gives him an annoyed sigh as a response, looking down again.

Yes, it fucking matters, Milan. Jesus Christ. Tell me the name of your girlfriend so I can remember why this can’t happen right now.

There are a bunch of stains on the floor, Lucas hopes it’s dry beer or any other drink that will come off easily. The flat is still complete silence and it makes Lucas’ ears ring loud, but it doesn’t really matter.

He can see Milan’s shadow moving closer, getting bigger as he gets closer, Milan moves his weight to the front of his feet to come closer. If Lucas looks up or just straight he’s sure they’ll be way too close to be accidental. It’s hard to think of the consequences of his actions or other people suffering when everything he wants is right in front of him, just waiting for Lucas to come closer and take it.

He moves his head slowly, looking up and Milan is right there, looking at him with a lot of certainty in his eyes, giving Lucas some kind of reassurance. Lucas moves his weight a little too to get higher and Milan turns his head a little. They’re both holding their breaths, Lucas wants to reach and touch him and know what it feels like to kiss someone you really want-

“Lucas?” They jolt back at the same time, taking a small step back and starting to breathe again and Esra appears at the kitchen door, looking from Milan to Lucas a few times, but she doesn’t seem to notice what was happening.

“Hi!” She always sounds so excited about everything, like Milan, Esra seems to always be in a good mood. “ I decided to stay and help.”

Random life vent

I remember being really happy as a kid/teenager, everything was awesome, always had friends and family around and did cool stuff, didn’t overthink about anything just lived my life as it came day by day. Not anymore. Before i dive into this, there’s going to be so many things im going to miss or havent remembered thats probably vital or important in relation to what im saying and as im re-reading over it ill realise i havent added something so yeah just a heads up, im a guy in his mid 20′s, majority of this my friends now dont even know about and i couldnt even imagine trying to explain all this shit to somebody i know, i guess thats why im here lol, i want to add and not sure if its related to how i turned out or not but growing up i was always on the shy side, wasn’t super shy but like when i would do shit like do a class presentation by myself id always go red and blush and sometimes get teary, not that i was sad or upset, id just get fucking teary like a dickhead lol, would use my hands when i talked and just overall looked like a nervous wreck. I was comfy around friends and family, could do whatever, didnt really care, if anything i felt like an extrovert around them, but when it came to being in situations i didnt know anybody, i plainly would just say nothing, not make an effort to really engage in conversation, just lay back and wait for that situation to be over til i was with my friends. If somebody approached me id obviously talk to them and whatever but rarely would i be the person initiating anything like that, was a bit of a idiot like that growing up lol. I’ve always been the person who wanted everyone to be happy, i was always oblivious to how other people like my friends had family or whatever issues growing up and the REAL impact it has on them, like divorced parents or they dont know their mum or dad or whatever that stuff, i knew people with depression and anxiety growing up and i was always open to talk to people about it, i LOVED being the friend to speak to if anybody was feeling like shit or wanted to vent, it made me feel really appreciated and id been given this trust to listen to what they have to say, like i might be able to make them feel better about what they had to say regardless of if i could properly help/change their circumstances and problems, but maybe put a smile on their face and make them laugh and let them know it’ll be ok without even being sure if it would, but i never would say that and 100% know it would be ok, but by saying that it might just give them some hope that things CAN be ok and they then believe it can change for the better. From the age of 16 i was super self conscious, i cared what people thought of me, not that im a super ugly guy or had anything dramatically wrong looks wise or how i was, but more so for me maybe like saying something and somebody over hearing it and me being like “oh fuck i should of said that” because it might sound bad or like having pimples (probably same as every teenager ever lol) or a bad hair day (literally) kinda thing. I cared how people portrayed me, i wanted everyone to know i was just average person who just wanted everybody to be happy, i made conscious decisions on what i said to who and where i said it, clothes i would wear depending on where i was going and who might see me, that stuff was like a necessity in my life, i wasn’t like ocd about that stuff because sometimes id be in situations where i know id be judged but still followed through, but something about me just fuckinggggg hated having somebody look at me a certain way and portray me differently to who i really am. I just re-read that and holy shit lol i sound like an idiot the way i’ve said what i’ve said, this is another thing about me maybe saying something and not accurately making it out to sound how i intend it to sound. Whatever rofl, now the real shit. I got diagnosed by a psych with anxiety when i was 18, this was the beginning of my mental downfall from then to this day. About 6-7 months of solid anxiety i could barely leave my house, was scared for no fucking reason, dont even know why, all i remember is my heart beating like crazy and feeling like i was going to pass out or whatever. This would happen mainly in social situations during and before even seeing others/doing things. I would work myself up to the point of crying, getting hives/being itchy everywhere on my body, nervously shaking and visually just looking terrified. I couldn’t drive properly because i’d get panic attacks and id feel like im about to pass out and i cant escape cos im trapped inside a car, traffic was the worst especially when i was alone, there was numerous times that i fucking cried in my car before and after id pull over to relax myself, how stupid is this shit? Why does this happen to people, how does this shit happen to ME, i dont even get why this all is even happening, im not an unhealthy person by any means so im not sick and didnt have symptoms of any illness, wtf is going on. How the fuck do i get over this, ended up seeing a psych because i had no idea wtf was wrong with me, bring in my diagnosis of having anxiety. While i was at home, i would hardcore grind out games on my computer, it made me feel normal and not like absolute shit, dont know why but at the time thats all that made me not feel like absolute shit and scared of being outside in the world. I took pills for this, tried to be active by exercising, playing sport and making an effort and forcing myself out of the house. At the start it was absolute torture, i didn’t ever think i’d get over this, it was that bad. I was on medication, couldn’t tell you what one because i just dont remember and never payed attention to medication names etc. Fast forward 6-7 months, i am actually feeling ok, i apply for jobs, go to job interviews with ease, im actually feeling really good like im making improvements in my life and progressing correctly by taking the next step, something i wouldn’t of thought of doing months earlier. I ended up getting a job and it was like a weight off my shoulders, i was excited, my parents were super happy with me for how far that i had come, i felt good as, potentially like im on track to success in living my life and being able to feel good again. As i got this job i was confident in going out and felt like i could properly just do shit, like i could be me again. This lasted about 15 months, i was ok to drive, i NEVER had a panic attack during this 15 months, i felt good af, when i drove i would even laugh at myself be like “why tf was i panicking? why was i such an idiot and getting worried over shit that cant and wont effect me and make me feel scared? why would i care about those things”, even in like social situations same thing, it was great. It all started to come back, slowly it like bloody crept its way back to being bad, but at this stage i was in denial, i was like na i can get over this i dont need to see anybody, but realistically i probably needed to. To this day i’ve never seen a psych about it, for the last 4-5 years ive almost just adapted to knowing im going to have panic attacks and feel like shit, iv learnt to cope and deal with it myself, the thought of me taking pills for this again scares me, why would i want to take pills to get better again when once i feel good, come off them, id get back into this state of mind and feel anxious again, and then repeat, why the fuck, seriously, why the fuck would i put myself into this potential scenario, i say potential because its a possibility, but thats not a risk im willing to take, people get addicted to this shit, ultimately what im trying to say is i dont want to be that person that gets reliant on taking pills to just having a functioning mind that doesnt make me feel scared and afraid, why cant i just shake this off? is there something im not doing? wtf is the cure to this shit? i know its not the pills because i dont want to become reliant on medications to make me happy. Im pretty convinced im depressed too, iv had serious thoughts about suicide, but i dont think im somebody who could actually commit to it, and if i was, i would probably make the decision to speak to somebody, but im stuck in a mindset where im not going to die from it, but i feel like shit all the time, i dont want meds, i dont know how to fix where im at pretty much, theres things that have happened to me the last couple years which have convinced me im a bad partner in a relationship, not for things i do but for what i unintentionally didnt do, im not a fulfilling boyfriend, ive either never obviously met the right girl for me or im just not fit to be a boyfriend, and thats what i think, how can somebody commit to me but im to stressed and worried about how my commitment to them might not be enough? the constant worry of not being a good boyfriend, when all i really want is for everything to be ok and happy, not that if things arent good or happy that thats a bad thing, i totally understand not everything is perfect and there are shit things that happen to people or in the world thats always going to happen, but i feel like, mainly with my last ex girlfriend, i felt like i was in a competition half the time to compete and get reassurance i was being a good boyfriend because i didnt know anything else, i was locked into this relationship i felt i couldnt escape, i so badly wanted out but was sucked into the mindset that if i left id have nothing and couldnt be with anybody because shes the only one who would be with me cos she already is, how the fuck do i overcome this, how do i get out? Its been a year since she ended up breaking up with me and pretty much for those reasons, i wasn’t up to par with her standards, i wasnt her dream boyfriend, for somebody who accepted my past issues with anxiety and letting her in on all my personal shit, if somebody who i thought cared for me leaves me, how could i ever convince or even get another girl to be with me knowing i have this weight and baggage of being a potential let down and not being able to be the person she needs me to be?  Writing all this i thought id feel better but i kinda still feel like shit. I weighed up deleting this, i had it all highlighted ready to backspace and alt f4 this but fuck it i might regret not posting this, i guess thats why im here anyway. If you read all this sorry for the random bullshit, i re-read it and i sidetracked myself hard from what i was originally going to say but im kinda tired and was literally just typing anything that came to my mind andddd yeeeeaaaahhh.. peace

Pynk|| m.yj

Dirty Computer series

Pynk|| Min Yoonji x reader

genre: Smut,pwp/ pwbmp(por with bare minimum plot)

pairing:Min Yoonji x reader

summary: When Yoonji said she’d take you shopping you didn’t think your shopping trip would turn into yoonji eating you out against the dressing room mirror. 

warning: smut,fingering,oral both giving and receiving, etc

words: 2251

A/N: Please forgive me if words with “n” are missing the “n” because that key isn’t broken per se but it takes a lot of pressure to type with it.

Pink like the inside of your, baby

Pink behind all of the doors, baby

Pink like the tongue that goes down, maybe

Pink like the paradise found

Having one of the most powerful women on Earth as your girlfriend is amazing, mainly because of who Yoonji is as a person, but the special treatment is always a bonus.

But having her on her knees eating you out, that’s a fucking power trip.

When she initially told you that she was taking you shopping, you’d been ecstatic, but since the trip started she’d been teasing you, brushing your thigh, holding your stare a little too long, making suggestive remarks. When she’d told you that she rented out a store for you two to go shopping you knew you were in trouble.

When you decided to tease her back by stepping out of the dressing room wearing a pink low cut dress, she’d gotten fed up, pushing you back in the dressing room with nothing but a look and a snap of her fingers.

“Strip.” You quickly undressed in anticipation of what’s to come.

She locked the door while you undressed, and once done you stood up straight, knowing the rules and not wanting to break them, for fear of punishment.

She circled around you, on the prowl,she looked you up and down and gave you a predatory smirk, “You look so beautiful kitten,such a naughty girl, so desperate for me to fuck her, hm ?”

“Yoonji, come on” you whined. She moved towards you and placed her hands on your hips, rubbing up and down your sides teasingly.

She chuckled and  nibbled on your earlobe and whispered “Baby I want to taste you, I want you to come on my tongue,”she ran her hand down your abdomen,stopping short of your core, teasing you,  you squirmed, her actions lighting a fire deep within you, “Can I princess?”

You squeaked out a noise akin to approval but Yoonji tuts, “Ah-Ah-Ah Y/N use your words”. she mutters disapprovingly pulling you closer and kissing her way down your neck and jaw

“Yoonji please fuck me” you whined desperately and threw your head back

“Well princess, if that’s what you want” she gives you a gentle, loving peck before moving to your chest. She cups the underside of your left breast and playing with the nipple of the other. Switching between flicking it gently and cupping your breast with her palm.

“Ahn, Yoonji ple-” she cut your sentence off by flicking her tongue around the nipple she was playing with, switching between sucking on your areola and sucking on your nipple before she finally engulfs your nipple in her mouth and sucks, hard, swirling her tongue around your nipple. Her fingers twist your other nipple in time with her tongue. Her obvious enthusiasm for you is adding to your arousal for her and frankly, you want her to get to the point after a long day of teasing, you start to push her away from your chest.

She detaches from your breast leaving a last gentle nip to the skin there and looks up with a teasing smirk “What no foreplay?”

You groan and roll your eyes “Yoonji shut up and eat me out already”

She cups your sex with her hand, adjusting it to tease your entrance with her middle finger, “Is all this for me kitten?”

You throw your head back at the teasing “Yoonji I swear if you don’t bury your head in my pussy in like the next three seconds I will spontaneously combust, come back as a ghost, and haunt your ass”. She chuckles and pushes her bangs back before going down on you. She licks from your belly button to where you need her most. You can feel her breath from how close she is. Suddenly, she moves away in favor of lifting your legs onto her shoulders and leaving open-mouthed kisses against your inner thighs.

You lean your head back against the dressing room mirror when she finally attaches her mouth to your dripping pussy. She gives a few preliminary licks up and down your slit, making sure to give special attention to your clit along the way before diving in, and the bit of relief feels like the best thing in the world. Yoonji moans at the taste of you, sending vibrations through your walls while her nose brushed against your clit in the best way possible.Yoonji replaces her tongue with her fingers and moves her tongue up to your clit to suck at it. Switching between tracing patterns against the underside of your clit and flicking under your clit increasing your pleasure tenfold. You ground into her face roughly, already chasing your release from being on edge for so long. “Yoonji-fuck- Yoonji faster please”. The sounds of your moans and her vigorous slurping being the only sounds that fill the room. “Fuck Yoonji, you feel so good”

“Gonna cum already kitten? We just started” she starts to slow down her fingers, her thrusts getting shallower and shallower until she finally stopped altogether.

You whine and pout feeling your orgasm fleeing with each passing second, growing irritated at having your release so gently taken from you “Yoonji what the fuck!?” You nearly scream at her, rubbing your legs together to try and keep your orgasm alive..

“Calm down kitten,” she commands already knowing how bratty you get when your orgasms are denied “You see that chair over there?” She pointed at a lavish white armchair that honestly looks more expensive than you.

“Yeah and what about it?” you looked at her confused as to where this conversation was going and how it was going to lead to you not being left high and dry by your rude ass girlfriend.

“I want your on that chair face down ass up right now”, not one to be petty when horny you walked over there quickly and got into the position she requested with Yoonji right behind you.

Once over there Yoonji got on her knees and spread your ass cheeks giving her easier access to your pussy while she ran her tongue up and down it. You mewled out in pleasure, already feeling as if you’d picked up where you both left off. She kneaded both of your ass cheeks and spanked your ass and you groaned into the couch cushion feeling pleasure as well as pain at her rough treatment. You raised your hips higher into her, hoping to catch your tongue in your dripping pussy. In retaliation she flattened her tongue against your pussy, licking it in controlled nearly static movements,missing where you wanted-needed- her most.

“Yoonji, baby please stop teasing” you begged while grinding your hips into her face. She finally acquiesced by spreading your cheeks and stiffening her tongue then fucking it in and out of you in timed,precise, staccato movements. Each drag of her tongue against your walls bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm. You reached down to rub your clit in an attempt to encourage your orgasm, but you felt Yoonji's hands smack your hand away. She pulled out of your pussy replacing your fingers with hers and continuing her movements with her tongue.

Between the rhythmic movements of Yoonji’s fingers on your clit and the measures of her tongue you felt like you were on fire, the familiar feeling bubbling in your abdomen. “Fuuuck… Yoonji,gonna cum”, you felt your walls clench around Yoonji’s fingers. Yoonji doubled her efforts and curled her fingers and thrust into you at a deeper angle than before.

“Let go princess”

. Each sensation became more intense as you lost yourself in trying to focus on each maddening sensation.

“Yoonji I’m cumming, fuck,fuck,fuck”.

“It’s okay princess, cum for me” she whispered as a tidal wave crashed over you and you felt as though you could breathe clearly while feeling like you were drowning at the same time.

She worked you through  the rest of your release before taking her fingers out of you and sucking off the juices on them. You slumped down against the chair trying to regain your breathing while Yoonji looked around for something to clean you off with.

There was a knock on the door and you suddenly remembered the fact that you were in fact, in a store, covering your face with your hands, embarrassed,you’d completely forgotten about the fact that you were in a store, which although devoid of customers, still had a ton of employees working. Even if it wasn’t a employee, Yoonji’s bodyguards were still most likely outside the door. “Yoonji,” you whispered quietly “There’s people outside”.

“Oh now you’re concerned about how loud you are,” you could hear the cockiness in her voice “Besides, what are they gonna say ‘Excuse me Ms. L/N you were too loud’, not on my watch baby”. The person on the other side of the door knocked again.

“Ms. Yoonji, is everything coming along ok in there” you whined again at the girls unknowing joke and buried your hands deeper into your hands. You heard Yoonji chuckle then unlock and open the door and ask the girl for some wipes.

You felt Yoonji kiss your forehead nuzzle her head into your neck. You finally took your hands off your eyes and looked at her. She smiled up at your before kissing you slowly and deliberately. You pulled away before looking at her softly “I love you Yoonji.’

“I love you too Y/N”

So, here we are in the car

Leaving traces of us down the boulevard

I wanna fall through the stars

Getting lost in the dark is my favorite part

You’d think that fucking in a dressing room would be enough for both of you but you were so fixed on returning the favor to Yoonji that you ended up in your current situation.

You’d both been making out since you entered the car who knows how long ago. Each breath either of you exhaled was inhaled by the other and you’d been grinding into Yoonji’s lap deliberately

You pulled away from her lips and whispered into her ear your intentions, “Baby let me return the favor” you whined breathlessly.

“Kitten, I don’t want you to think you owe me I-”

“But Yoonji, I want to please” you got out of Yoonji’s lap and shifted her so she laid on her back then , pulling her leg over your shoulder you kissed up and down her inner thigh leaving open-mouthed kisses and hickeys along the way. To finally seal the deal, you turned to her and pouted from between her legs.

Yoonji let out a shaky breath before responding, “Well, if that’s what you want. Who am I to deny you.”

You smiled and got down to business. Pushing her dress up with your hands and lifting both of her legs onto your shoulders. “Black lace today?”,you raised an inquisitive brow with the lilt in your voice.

“Shut up” groaned Yoonji and she pushed your head down into her covered center. “Besides, don’t forget who’s in charge”

“Yes ma’am” you replied sarcastically tracing your finger up and down her covered core, basking in how wet she was before pushing your fingers in as deep as her underwear would allow.

“Princess” she growled out in a warning tone. You pushed her underwear aside and stuck your finger into her warm, wet entrance. Establishing a steady rhythm with your finger, you sucked her clit through the fabric of her panties she ground her hips into your face and you added another finger in the process.

You reached your other hand up to pull the top of her dress down, playing with her nipple.

“Fuck Y/N” she mutters quietly, Yoonji never has been a vocal lover, this becomes more obvious when she’s close, you stop, pulling your fingers out and pull your face away from her clit. You can feel her glare and the car feels a little colder.

“Calm down baby, I just wanna see all of you” you cooed soothingly, removing her underwear and moving her dress up her body.

You watch as she removes the dress the rest of the way. Admiring her body as she removes the garment. When she finishes removing it you move forward and pull her into a passionate kiss, wrapping your arms around her neck as she cups your face.

You lean into her, effectively laying her on her back. You remove yourself from her and return to your previous position, spreading her legs wide and diving down into her center.

Sunny, money, keep it funky

Touch your top and let it down

Ah, yeah

Some like that

Worn out from the day you had together

Pink like the inside of your, baby (we're all just pink)

You wouldn’t trade it for the world

Pink like the walls and the doors, maybe (deep inside, we're all just pink)

Feeling safest wrapped in Yoonji’s arms

Pink like your fingers in my, maybe

You reached in between you two to wrap your hand in hers

Pink is the truth you can't hide

Cuddled in a bed together knowing that Yoonji knew all of you and you knew all of her

Pink like your tongue going round, baby

As Yoonji sleepily kisses your neck

Pink like the sun going down, maybe

And you, sleepily kiss her forehead

Pink like the holes in your heart, baby

The last golden rays of sunset drift into night, and you suddenly realize that you want to be with Yoonji

Pink is my favorite part

Forever

-Fin-

A/N: First part of Dirty Computer, 1 down 7 to go, please let me know what you thought of the story. Sorry it took me awhile to write I kept not liking and changing things so,,,

Also this will be the order of the releases unless something else comes up

Screwed|| j.hs

Crazy,classic,life|| m.yg

Take a byte|| k.sj

I like that|| k.th

Make me feel|| j.jk

Pressure off|| k.nj

Don't judge me|| p.jm

Also there will be other things aside from this series, I have an sm! Au cookin’, as well as some non-bts headcanons (maybe even some superheroes), so look forward to that.

Feel free to request things you want me to write and sorry if that was really long

Loud, messy, and generally annoying roommate learns his lesson

So I had a roommate over this last summer, as we subleased an apartment in my hometown from a friend of my roommate's who was traveling for the summer. It worked out perfectly, because he was able to give us a cheap enough rent that I could work a factory job in town and still save enough money to put towards tuition for the next year of college.

Now for a little backstory. This friend of mine, we'll call him "Alex", for privacy. I don't like the guy, but I'll still respect his privacy. I use the term "friend" fairly loosely, as we come from a small town (about 5,000 people), so everyone knew everyone, and Alex and I graduated together. We never hung out together outside of the classes and extracurriculars we had together, but I had never had any issues with the guy before this.

So, fast forward to the first week of living together. All was ok at first, some minor annoyances, but nothing major. However as time went on, things started to pile up. Literally, and figuratively. It started with some minor annoyances. We're both guitarists, and would occasionally play together. I'd been playing consistently for about a decade at this point, he'd been playing on and off for a few years. However, when we started living together, he started playing more, probably motivated by seeing how much I played. Nice, right?

Well the biggest problem with this was that he worked the 3rd shift at the same factory (midnight-7am) and I worked the first shift (7am-3:30). So he would play his guitar in his room (right next to mine) at all hours of the night while I was trying to sleep. His typical routine was to crash as soon as he got home, sleep until 3 or 4, (usually he was awake by the time I got home, but not always) make himself food, and then divide the time between then to either play video games with his friends online, or play guitar. Loudly. I typically tried to be in bed by 9, but was almost always woken up either by his guitar, him screaming loudly during a League match, or him clambering loudly around the apartment to get ready for work. I swear it sounded like he was wrestling Macho Man Randy Savage himself in the living room and kitchen at 11:30 at night every night. On top of all of this, he would have his girlfriend over occasionally, as well as other girls I'm assuming he had met on Tinder (as I saw him swiping through occasionally). And the walls between our rooms were very, very thin. I had many conversations with him to try and explain that the noise was bothering me, but he responded with "Sorry dude, just get carried away sometimes. Have you tried headphones?" (yes, that's an exact quote, and yes I had tried headphones, but to no avail. They were too uncomfortable to sleep in). I was exhausted at work every day, relying on the Monster they sold in the break room every day to get me through (so yes, I do blame him for my current addiction to monster). So like I said, things started to pile up, figuratively in that regard, and it was getting old.

On the literal side of things, Alex was a slob, and his things would LITERALLY start to pile up. He'd leave his change of clothes in the living room when he'd change before work and wouldn't pick them up for a week at a time. His room started to smell, and soon, so did he. I don't think I saw him take out the trash in his room once, and I would constantly have to enter his den of despair to retrieve dirty dishes, as he liked to eat in his room while watching anime or playing League, and just leave the dishes on his nightstand. I also started noticing food items going missing from the fridge. Again, I approached him about it, and again, was given an apology and a promise to clean up. But that promise remained unfulfilled. The last straw finally came around mid June.

At work, there are small lockers that employee's can use to store their things. They aren't assigned, so it's a first come first serve basis. You write your name on a sticker and put it on an empty locker, and you are responsible for getting a lock for the locker. I got a simple padlock with a combination, and took the last available locker, recently vacated as one of the employee's got moved to a different assembly department within the factory. I gave Alex the combination and told him he could share it with me so long as he didn't mess with my stuff. Things in there started to pile up as well. Mainly work gloves and safety glasses, as he would put them in there at the end of his shift, and then forget and just get new ones. Our factory handed out gloves and safety glasses for free, so I'm sure he never thought anything of it.

This was just another minor annoyance until one day I left my wallet in my storage locker, and didn't realize until the next day, as I was on my way to work and stopped for gas, and didn't have my card to pay for it. No biggie, this has happened before. I get to work, and as I'm walking in, Alex is walking out. After my shift, I grab my wallet and go to get gas when I notice there's $60 in cash missing from my wallet. I know this because it was money I had set aside to go to a concert later that summer (the last Warped Tour, bittersweet, I know). I went home and confronted him about this when he woke me up clambering around in the kitchen again, and he denied it (of course), even though he's the only one with the combination to my lock. So I decided I was done. Over the next week, I tried to think of a plan, and had a eureka moment when my boss asked me to switch to second shift for a few weeks while another coworker from that shift was taking advantage her years of accumulated vacation days. Perfect.

Finally, ON TO THE REVENGE.

I started with small, reasonable things, like not washing the dishes, hiding the few that were mine in my room, and washing them and putting them away as I used them. The apartment had its own washer and dryer, but the guy we were renting from took his laundry supplies with him, asking him to use our own. Fine by me, I had bought the detergent and dryer sheets anyways. I promptly moved those back into my room as well, and started only doing my own laundry. At work, I had made a new friend who agreed to let me stow my wallet, keys, and phone in his locker during the work day, as I was now temporarily on second shift and my things were usually gone by the time he came in for his shift. Alex's laundry started to pile up. By the look (and smell) of it, he was rewearing clothes several times without washing them. I have no idea what he started using for dishes, I can only hope he wasn't eating off of the gross used ones. He never came and talked to me, and I'm not sure if it was out of laziness or if it was because he knew he didn't have a leg to stand on. But sadly, the smell just kept getting worse, and my efforts seemed to just accelerate his degradation into grossness. But I still had one more card to play.

See, the best thing for me about moving to second shift was that I would now come home at midnight and be able to sleep peacefully while he was gone. When he came home at 7, I would be waking up to start my day. And start my day, I did. First thing I did was make myself some breakfast. Usually a nice fruit smoothie in the blender, the loudest appliance in the kitchen. I would then go into my room, crank up the volume on my amp and jam out to some music, singing along to Mayday Parade, All Time Low, Sum 41, and a myriad of other bands I was listening to at the time in preparation for Warped Tour. I'm not a bad singer by any means, but I'm no Jason Lancaster. I would also occasionally invite my then-girlfriend over during that time, and we were, by no means, quiet. This seemed to be the last straw for Alex now. He stopped me one afternoon before I left for work, and asked me to keep it down while he slept, as it made it hard for him to focus and stay awake at work.

I responded in my most fake-sincere voice, "Sorry dude, I guess I just get carried away. Wanna borrow my headphones?" After a few more days of noise, I think he got the memo. He bought his own laundry detergent and dish soap, and slowly worked his way through the massive pile of shit in his cesspool of a room. By the time I switched back to first shift, he was the quietest, and most considerate roommate ever. However, the smell didn't leave the room, and I was concerned, so I called the friend we were renting from to ask if he had a carpet shampooer I could use to get the smell out. It was at this point the friend told me that this wasn't the first time this had happened, and apparently Alex had rented the apartment the previous summer as well, and the friend came home to find it filthy. Lucky for Alex, the person he was sharing the apartment with left to go back to school early for a university job orientation, and the friend came home to find Alex trying to clean the last of the apartment, blaming the smell and the messiness on the roommate who had left. The friend started to put it together and thanked me for letting him know, and that he would take care of the smell when he got back, but I insisted.

The Pièce De Résistance came when I sacrificed a couple hours of sleep to go into work while he was on the assembly line, grab his phone (which he kept unlocked) from the locker that still had my padlock on it, and found very incriminating text messages from the various other girls he had probably brought back to the apartment. I screenshotted them, send them to myself, and then deleted the evidence that could trace back to me. When I got home, I sent them all to his girlfriend, another girl I had graduated high school with, and that I was ACTUALLY friends with. I also sent screenshots to his "Tinderella's", who's numbers were in the screenshots of the texts under the contact names. And that was the end of that.

Alex was no longer allowed to stay at that friends apartment, but hopefully I taught him to respect his roommates. Because after sharing an apartment with him, with my own separate bedroom, I can't imagine having to share a dorm with him. As for his girlfriend, she dumped him immediately, and Alex spent less and less time at our apartment for that last month, probably going to his Tinder girls' places instead. In retrospect, I should have found a way to mess with his Tinder to stop him from getting matches, but I'm not sure what I could have done, and I think I made the poor guy suffer enough.

Anyways, sorry for the length, I'm not the best at condensing stories. I have a few other, more juicy revenge stories I'd be happy to post another day, I just had to deal with a roommate conflict earlier today (I'm an RA) and it reminded me of this situation. So I hope you enjoyed!

(source) story by (/u/LeoDGTV)

To Mend What Has Been Broken #2

Chapter: 2 - “I think you should go.”

Pairing: Newt Scamander × Reader × Theseus Scamander 

Summary: Y/N goes to her first day of work and reminices the past.

Warnings, per chapter: Angst, Fluff, Too Much Blushing, Stupidity

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: Two weeks later we finally get chapter 2... Shit. That means I have to work on chapter 3 now. Also, I decided to split this chapter into two because cliffhangers are a bitch and so am I.

8:45 am

You were early. Good. You made sure not to repeat last night’s poor scheduling.

Last night. You couldn't let yourself think about that now. Even after all these years, it still hurt to think about Newt—let alone see him. And now, you had to prolong the shock and denial of his return to prevent old emotions from toppling the walls you had built since then.

You didn't have time to worry. Because right now, you were about to start your dream job: becoming an auror.

You entered the front doors of the Ministry and found the main desk. There was an old woman there.

“Hello, Miss. Could you direct me to Mr. Scamander's office?”

She lit up at the mention of your boss. “Oh, of course, dear. He's on the second floor, first door on your left.”

“Thank you, Miss.” You turned to leave, but she spoke, stopping you.

“Are you his girlfriend?” she asked, smiling brightly.

“Oh no,” you laughed lightly at her joy. “I'm his apprentice. He's my boss,” you clarified.

“Oh, well that's a shame, dear. He's quite a handsome young man.”

“I suppose so,” you agreed. He was indeed handsome, but you mainly agreed so you could get to work.

“You know, this morning I heard him talking to Mr. Darren about how great his new apprentice was. Perhaps he was talking about you.” You blushed. He talked about you? “He just went on and on about how nice you were.”

“Oh, well that's… lovely.” 8:50. “Well, I do need to get to work, now Miss, but it was nice speaking to you.”

“If you two get together, that would be so lovely indeed.”

You only nodded in response before hurrying to find a lift.

—

Theseus paced around his office. 8:45. Ok, he had ten minutes before he saw you. He needed to prepare himself.

She is only a woman. She's a woman you work with. That's all. Just a colleague.

Theseus’ mind trailed back to last night. For the mere hours he had been with you, he was already smitten. This never happened to him. He had never been this way because of a woman. So hopelessly… hopeful. Hopeful that you'd feel the same as he did.

“I must be mad,” he sighed to himself. “You've only met her. It's not like you're in love with her, Theseus.”

Theseus sat in his chair. “You are no longer going to feel this way about Y/N. You are her boss and that is all. She is your apprentice and nothing more. You just have to—”

The door opened. Theseus almost fell out of his chair in fear of being caught. It was you.

“Y/N, right on time.” Theseus tried to block out the thoughts creeping in from the back of his head.

“Yes, I almost didn't make it,” you laughed. “The receptionist tried to talk to me a lot and there was a long line at the lifts.”

“Oh, the receptionist?” he groaned, sliding a hand over his face. “What did Molly say this time?”

“Um… nothing,” you lied nervously.

“She tried to get us together, didn't she?” He lifted an eyebrow at you. “She has a reputation for that.”

“Maybe? She called you ‘quite handsome.’” You made air quotes with your hands.

Theseus smirked, forgetting what he had previously scolded himself about. “Why are you putting quotes around that?”

“Well, I don't know. It's an opinionated statement,” you explained.

“Well, if you agreed with her, then you wouldn't have put them there. Should I be insulted?” he asked, faking offence.

“Only if you care for my opinion,” you replied, playing along. You added in a flirtatious wink.

Theseus hesitated to answer. Remember, Theseus, he thought. She's not yours to have.

He instantly lost his smile and cleared his voice. You frowned. Did you offend him?

“So, as we've discussed before, you passed your N.E.W.T.S. with outstandings and exceeded expectations in all your subjects,” he stated coldly.

“Um, yes, sir.” Theseus shook his head.

“You don't have to call me sir, Y/N,” he repeated.

“Sorry, I just thought—”

The door opened once again. A heavy-set man stood in the doorway. He looked older than Theseus, but he definitely looked like he had a life left in him.

“Mr. Darren,” Theseus greeted. That must be the Mr. Darren that Molly was talking about, you thought.

“Hello, Mr. Scamander. Ah, this must be the lovely Miss Y/N you were telling me all about.”

“Mr.Darren,” Theseus blushed at the exposure.

“Oh, sorry, kid. She wasn't supposed to know about your obvious crush, huh?” he asked, feigning innocence.

Theseus flushed pink. “She's just my colleague, Mr. Darren. Now, what do you want?”

“The minister has assigned you a mission,” he said. “Both of you,” he added with a wink. Theseus rolled his eyes.

“Already?” you asked. “I haven't even been trained yet.”

“Well I say experience is the best way to learn,” Mr. Darren said. “In all aspects.”

“Mr. Darren, is that all?” Theseus asked annoyed. You held in a giggle. He was cute when he was annoyed.

“Your assignment occurs the day after tomorrow. The details will come then.”

“Thank you, Mr. Darren,” Theseus rushed to have him leave.

“Ok, I'll leave you kids to it,” Mr. Darren raised his hands in surrender. “But remember, this is a workplace.” Theseus shut the door on him.

“I'm sorry about him,” Theseus apologized.

“It's alright,” you assured. “I think he's nice.”

“Sometimes,” Theseus scoffed, trying to cover up his smile.

After a moment of silence, he continued, “Perhaps we should see the Minister.”

“Oh, sure. Um…” You swept your dress with your hands. “Do I look alright?”

“Uh… Lovely. You look lovely,” Theseus answered immediately.

“You didn't even look, silly,” you giggled.

“I don't need to to know,” Theseus mumbled.

“What was that?” you asked sweetly.

“Um. I said you'll do great,” he covered up with a small smile.

“Oh, thank you.” You followed Theseus out the door and to the elevator.

Once you reached the top floor, you walked down the length of the hall to the Minister's office.

The man at the desk stood up, “Mr. Scamander. Just the man I wanted to see.” He turned to you. “And who's this?”

“It's good to see you, Minister Fawley. And this is Y/N. She works for me.”

“Hello,” you said nervously.

“Hello, Miss Y/N. I'd love to have more of a proper introduction, but I'm afraid this is an urgent matter. The French Minister is requesting your assistance on a confidential mission.”

“May we ask for details?” you asked.

“I'm afraid you'll have to ask her when you get there. I myself wasn't given much information.”

“Thank you, Minister. We will leave for Paris as soon as possible,” Theseus said. He left for the door and allowed you to leave first.

Before you exited the room, you stood in the doorway with Theseus and gave him a small ‘thank you’ with a smile. He blushed brightly when he noticed the reduced amount of distance between the two of you.

“Wait, one more thing Mr. Scamander,” Fawley said. Theseus left you outside the office and went back inside.

“If you're trying to hide your feelings for the girl, which I don't advise on doing, then I would work on covering up your blush better.” Minister Fawley leaned back in his chair with a complacent grin.

“Mr. Fawley— I don't— I…” Theseus was at a loss for words.

“Close your mouth, Mr. Scamander. You'll drool in my office,” Fawley jabbed.

“Ah, yes, sir.” Theseus straightened himself and closed his mouth. He stood still, not sure how to proceed.

“Don't waste your time with me. Go find Miss Y/L/N.” Fawley dismissed Theseus with a wave of his hand.

Theseus walked out of the office and saw you waiting, looking out of a nearby window.

You turned to face him and raised your eyebrow on suspicion. “You look like you've gone and seen a dementor,” you laugh. “What did Mr. Fawley say?”

“Uh, nothing. He said nothing,” he lied. You just shrugged and turned to the lift.

“Whatever you say, Mr. Scamander.”

Theseus rolled his eyes with fame annoyance and followed you to the lift.

—

You left the front doors of the Ministry and started to walk home.

You sighed. Your first day at work was amazing. Most of the people you met were relatively nice and the tour Theseus gave you was so fun. You had too much energy to just go home, so you took a turn, deciding to go on a walk.

It gave you some time to think. So many things crossed your mind: what tomorrow would be like, your job, the Ministry, Theseus… Newt…

You shook your head of the Scamander boys and realized that you had made your way to a busy plaza. You sat down at a small table outside of a café and watched people pass by.

Were you crazy to still think about Newt after all this time? You wondered if you still felt the same for him as you used to.

Suddenly, something hopped onto the table. It was a Niffler. You gasped as it crawled up towards you.

“Um, hello, little one. Are you lost? I do hope you're not causing your owner any trouble,” you said to him.

The Niffler looked up at your eyes and stared. You weren't quite sure what he was doing. The next thing you knew, he was slipping your ring off your finger.

“Hey!” You picked him up before he could make his escape. You carefully held him upside down and tickled his pouch. Jewelry, ornate décor, and precious metals began to slip out of the Niffler’s pouch. You tucked him between your arms and sifted through the pile to search for your ring. You found it and slipped it back on.

You placed the Niffler back on the table. He slumped and sat down with a small frown. “Hey, it's alright. You can take back your other things, but I'm keeping my ring. It's very important to me,” you cooed, gently petting him. 

Newt had lost his Niffler—again. I swear, he is causing me nothing but trouble, he thought. Newt had lost sight of him several minutes ago, so at this point, he could only guess where the Niffler was.

He turned a corner into walked into a busy plaza. Newt carefully scanned the area for any signs of stolen jewellery or dropped gold. He came across a woman sitting at a table. She had his Niffler! As he came closer, he noticed her trying to get something from the Niffler. He was surprised. She managed to get the Niffler to drop his treasures. Many people didn’t know how, but here she was.

“Niffler!” a voice yelled. It was Newt. He made his way through the other witches and wizards and look towards you and the Niffler. “Y/N?”

“Newt? Is this little guy yours?” you asked. You felt the pit in your stomach grow.

“Uh, yeah. He is. Sorry, did he steal anything of yours?” he said.

“Oh, well he almost did. But I got it back,” you told him.

“Niffler, how many times do I have to tell you? Don't take what isn't yours!” Newt scolded. The Niffler only grunted as you collected his items back into his pouch. Newt scooped him up and placed him in his coat pocket.

“I'm sorry about him. He never seems to learn,” Newt sighed.

“It's alright. He's quite cute,” you smiled reassuringly. Newt noticed your signature nervous habit. You would always hold the tip of your right pinkie into your left hand. You always did that when you were distressed. His eyes shifted from your pinky to the ring on the next finger.

His eyes widened and he looked back up at you. “Is that the ring I gave you?”

You glanced down at your ring. “I-It is,” you said hesitantly. You were embarrassed that he caught you wearing it after all this time.

“I didn’t know you kept it. I thought you would have tossed it into the sea,” Newt admitted.

You forced a laugh, “I wanted to.” You gestured for him to seat himself.

“Why didn’t you?” he asked meekly.

You thought about it. Why hadn’t you? You were so angry with him then… You tried so many times to just take it off your finger, but you never could. You didn't have the will to forget him. Even after what he did. “I guess I just thought it was a waste of nice jewellery,” you lied.

Newt nodded in reply. Newt was disappointed in the answer. Is that really the only reason she kept it? She used to love that ring…

Newt wanted to change the subject. He wanted to remind her of the good times they used to have. Maybe she won’t hate me anymore if I do that.

“Do you remember in Defense Against the Dark Arts when we had to face that Boggart?” he recalled. His eyes lit up at the memory. You began to think back at the memory.

“Alright, Newt. Be brave.” Dumbledore nudged Newt towards the chest. Newt pulled his wand out and prepared to face his worst fear. He gulped.

The Boggart flew out and transformed. A desk appeared. You stifled a giggle and scrunched up your nose.

“That’s… an unusual one. So, Mr Scamander fears what more than anything else in the world?” Dumbledore questioned.

Newt turned to him and shyly replied, “Having to work in an office, sir.” The class laughed and Newt turned around to face you. You gave him a smile for support and he turned back to the Boggart.

“Go ahead, Newt,” Dumbledore said.

“Riddikulus,” Newt said, casting the spell. The Boggart contorted itself into a dragon. The class clapped and you cheered loudly. Some people turned to you in annoyance, but you merely shrugged your shoulders and brushed it off.

Newt left the front of the class and met you in the line. “You did brilliant,” you whispered to him.

“Thanks,” he muttered. You noticed his hand clench up, something he did when he was embarrassed.

“Hey, you get to see my greatest fear too,” you winked at him.

Eventually, it was your turn and you made your way to the front of the class. Dumbledore came close to you and whispered a small, “I have no doubt that you’re one to run in the face of danger.” He smirked and backed away.

The Boggart came up and took form—it was a mirror that showed your reflection.

The room was silent and you gulped. Quickly you said, “Riddikulus,” and the mirror image of you disappeared and the mirror shattered. You gasped and backed away.

Dumbledore approached you, “Good job, Miss Y/L/N,” he announced. The class remained silent. You ducked your head and went to the back of the room. The last few people went up to take their turn.

Newt gave you a meagre smile. “Are you alright?”

“I um… Yeah, I’m ok,” you lied, forcing a smile.

“I suppose you had a better time than I did that day,” you conceded. You frowned at the unfortunate memory.

“I’m sorry,” Newt said. “I didn’t know you—”

“I think you should go,” you told him. “I need to get home anyways.”

“Y/N, wait—” Newt tried to stop you, but it was too late. You had already apparated away. He looked at where you were sitting and saw the ring, left behind.

—

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Late (but not too late)

Pairing: Roger x reader, Deaky x reader. (Borhap or real, your choice)

Word count: 4k

Summary: Roger realizes he’s in love with you but you’re already taken.

Warnings: Angst...Implied smut? maybe? at the end and nothing at all graphic, I was almost tempted not to put a warning... alcohol, smoking, etc.

A/N: So I wrote this for a writing challenge but I was super fucking late as usual and now it’s been too long and I’m ashamed to tag it for that but since I already had it written... here you go. Loosely inspired by “She will be loved” by maroon 5. (That was my prompt)

If you’d ask Roger, he would not have been able to pinpoint the moment when he knew, but he had for a while now. It had always been there, he suspected, but he never realized.

He loved everything about you. But you belonged to someone else.

Sometimes he can’t believe it took him so long to understand. Over ten years ago, when you first met in a classroom, he had no suspicion.

Friends has grown to be a painful word, but it’s what it is. It hurts, knowing that it could have been different.

“I had a crush on you when we first met,” You had told him one day, not too long ago, laughing that charming honest laugh he loved. Yes, that’s where it all started, he thinks now.

“And now?” He laughed with you.

“Now? You’re my best friend Rog! That’s for life babe,” You answered, pecking his cheek.

Even then he could have made a move, but he was far too cautious, far too scared of ruining everything.

That door closed the day he heard you say: “I met someone”

____________

You were in love with Roger since the moment you met in class years ago.

But you got along so well, and you knew deep down he didn’t feel the same way. All through your teenage and early adult years you pined for him. You watched girls come and go, and in a sense, it made you feel better.

Because even though he might never see you that way, you were the only one that he stood by all those years.

It broke your heart, but friend is still a sweet word, even if it’s not the one you’d like to hear.

It’s not like you never dated anyone. You did, but nothing ever stuck, and clear blue eyes were always there, after every failed date and heartbreak.

Until you met Deaky.

It was late and you were a bit tired, but you still went to the pub. Roger’s band had a new bassist, and he told you he wanted you there for their debut as a new band, so you went. You’d do anything for Roger.

The place was full but he managed to find you within two minutes of you stepping inside. Sometimes it feels like he knows you too well, like you’re connected by something that goes far too deep to comprehend.

His smile is big, as ever, and his blue eyes beam softly under the warm lights. He hugs you, and then spins you around, and you giggle like a mad person because you wish life was this simple.

He puts you down and he looks at you, almost like he has never seen you before.

“You look great,” he mumbles

“Don’t I always?” You reply

“Yes, but tonight…” He begins, removing a strand of hair from your face, and placing it behind your ear. He never finishes his thought though.

“Darling! So glad you could make it!! You look lovely tonight!” Freddie says as he emerges from the crowd, hand in hand with a pretty redhead girl. He’s the new singer, and he’s been friends with Roger and Brian for a bit, but you never knew he could sing until now.

“That seems to be the consensus tonight” You smile as your arms wrap around him. “You look great too Fred”

Then Brian joins in and even though you’re glad to see him, you know the moment’s gone.

You spare a glance at Roger, but his attention is elsewhere by now, with a girl that has approached him by the bar.

And then you see him. Standing next to Brian there’s a skinny guy, frizzy long hair and the kindest smile you’ve ever seen. He seems shy, and he’s downing a beer like his life depends on it. His eyes meet yours and you smile at him. He smiles back, a bit awkward, and Brian catches the moment.

“Oh, that’s right, you haven’t met” He says, a mischievous grin in his face “He’s John, our new bassist,”

Brian pushes him slightly and he almost trips. But he offers you his hand to shake, and you take it as you introduce yourself.

“That’s a lovely name,” He says, and his long fingers linger a little too long, which you kind of like. “Can I buy you a drink?” He asks, sipping on his beer again for liquid courage.

“Yes, of course” You tell him.

Behind you, Freddie and Brian share a knowing stare.

You talk, for a long while until they have to go onstage. He really is a lovely guy, he loves music but it’s kind of just a hobby for him. He insists you call him Deaky, as all his friends do.

He’s delighted to hear you’re studying to become a sound engineer, and he tells you all about how he built his own amp, and he’s studying electrical engineering.

The shyness has all but disappeared, and you’re utterly charmed by this mysterious guy. Then it’s time for the band to go on stage.

You’ve seen them play plenty, since they were smile, but tonight they’re a whole new thing. Freddie is a brilliant front man, and John completes the band. It’s captivating to watch him play, fingers flying down the frets of the bass effortlessly.

You catch him staring back a couple of times, and it wakes the dormant butterflies inside your stomach, the ones that were usually reserved for his blonde band mate.

They drive the crowd wild, and you’re completely happy for them.

Not five minutes after they’re finished, he comes and finds you. You order more beers, then whisky, and you can’t remember when was the last time you had so much fun.

You talk and talk, for a long while, and before you know, bar’s closing and the rest of the band is nowhere to be seen. You think Roger left about an hour ago with some girl, and for the first time in so long, it doesn’t bother you.

John insists on walking you home, and you don’t even flinch when his hand timidly finds yours, fingers intertwining as if they were made to be together. Never mind that this is the first night you’ve met, because it feels like you’ve known each other forever.

And there, on your doorstep, he kisses you under the moonlight, his hand resting on your cheek and yours on his hair. He has gentle lips and he kisses you slowly, like no other guy has ever.

____________

Roger misses you, and he wonders how you’re doing. It’s been two weeks, the longest time you’ve ever gone without talking. Finally, one day you agree to meet. You can’t keep postponing what you know you have to tell him. “He will be ok with it” you try to convince yourself.

Honestly, there’s no reason why he shouldn’t be. It’s not like you were trying to avoid him, it’s just that everything with Deaky felt so new… that you kind of went on silent mode to the world. But it was time to tell him.

Still, some lingering feeling rests inside your head, and it makes you feel weird.

You meet for dinner, and he knows something’s going on.

It wasn’t the first time. But he knew this was different. He could see it in your eyes, in the joy dripping from your words, and in the nervousness that enveloped them. Small talk dwindled down after a while and you decide you have to say it.

“I met someone”

His world comes crashing down in that very second, even though it’s exactly what he suspected, but he refuses to show you how much it hurts.

“Oh yeah? And who’s the lucky guy?” He asks. He fears the answer because he knows it deep down.

“It’s Deaky”

He smiles and tells you he’s happy for you. He’s a good liar, and you feel a weight lifting off your shoulders as he hugs you.

But the greatest lie he tells it’s to himself. He spends countless nights drowning in alcohol, or in the pleasant warmth of different bodies while he pretends that he's forgotten you.

But none of them feel like you, and no other voice sounds like yours, and no one can fill the void inside his heart that’s shaped like you.

Deaky is not oblivious to his friend’s feelings, and he even asks him before formally asking you to be his girlfriend.

“I know she’s been your friend forever. If it bothers you, I’ll end it right now.”

“Do you really like her?” He asks, trying hard to be nonchalant.

“More than anything in the world," Deaky answers

“You guys don’t need my permission. But you got my blessing, if that’s what you want,” Roger tells him, turning his back then, and pretending to be busy with his drums.

It’s torture, really, to see you running around with his friend.

You're around for every rehearsal and studio session, cuddling with Deaky, giggling with him, sharing inside jokes and small glances that speak more than a thousand words, kisses that Roger knew should have been his, had he not been so stubborn.

That doesn’t stop him from going from girl to girl, if anything to at least numb the loneliness that has been latent ever since you started dating Deaky.

He realizes it’s stupid to grieve for a fiction of how things could have been, and yet, he does. But he also misses his best friend.

Months go by, and then a year, and you fall, fall hard for the bassist. All seems to be falling into place for the first time. The band is doing great, and you're invited to one leg of their tour as their sound technician.

It all feels like a dream come true, touring with Queen and working in what you love.

On the last day of the tour, Deaky takes you on stage, and there, in front of a cheering crowd, he proposes.

You say yes.

That day Roger stays behind, alone in his dressing room, and he drinks himself to sleep.

You live blissfully again, for a while, until reality hits again.

They land another tour, in America this time, and something changes then, almost unnoticed at first, but ever present.

University requires you to finish this semester so you miss the US tour. Deaky calls everyday, but he sounds weary. He never wanted to be famous and now he is against his will. Sometimes you think he does it mainly for Fred.

“I wish you were here,” He tells you, and you too wish you were there.

You hate the distance, and it’s killing you both. But what can you do? You can’t ask him to come home, and you can’t go with him.

They get a week off here and there, but there’s not enough money to fly home, or so he tells you. But lately he doesn’t sounds like the Deaky you know, the one who’d do anything for you. You feel alone.

And your best friend isn’t here either.

It’s the dumbest thing you’ve done but you drive around London, looking for something you know you won’t find. Your mind then takes you to the only place that was always a safe haven.

Roger's apartment is empty, of course, because he’s in America too. But you want to at least feel close to some part of him, so you park across Roger’s door, and it hits you how much you’ve missed him.

It’s raining outside, and it fuels the tears. You allow yourself to break down, and you bury your face in your hands, crying until you can’t cry anymore.

Look for the girl with the broken smile Ask her if she wants to stay awhile And she will be loved, and she will be loved

There’s a tap on the window and it startles you. It takes a few seconds to focus through red swollen eyes, but he’s there, like a vision from a dream.

He signals you to let him in and you open the door. His blonde hair is longer now but his eyes are as blue as ever, if slightly less bright.

“I thought you were in America…” You venture.

“Oh yeah, I mean we’ve got a week off, and I thought I’d come back home for a few days. Weather is too nice there, I missed the rain.”

“Did you, really?”

He sighs deeply, but you know he won’t tell you what’s happening

“What are you doing here?” He deflects. You give in.

“I don’t know. I got lonely, I guess.”

“And you came to my flat?”

“Well, yeah, I miss you.”

“I miss you too,” He whispers, fast and almost too quiet to hear, but you catch it. “Want to come in? We can make some tea,” he offers.

“As long as you pour it with a side of scotch,” You answered, half laughing, half sobbing still.

“Glad to see you remember my secret ingredient. Come on, let’s get inside”

You drink and laugh, and you feel something warm inside of you again, soothing your soul for a while. He tells you all about America, and you fill him in on life back here, and time flies again.

He sits on the couch, next to you like back in the day, legs sprayed over yours, while you share a cigarette that consumes slowly on the ashtray next to you.

You’re drunk and The Beatles are playing. You sing the words and you don’t care that his voice is better than yours; you still sing your lungs out with him.

You both reach for the cigarette then, and it feels electric when his hand touches yours.

“You take it,” He says, but his hand remains in place. You want to move but your body fails to obey your thoughts, so you stay like that, frozen for the longest time.

You finally react and stand up, his legs falling suddenly on the floor.

“I’m sorry,” You tell him, rushing to gather your coat “I have to go”

“Wait, I’ll walk you to your car”

“No, no need Rog. Thanks for this evening, I had a great time, and good luck on the tour.”

He just stands there, dumbfounded watching you run to your car that’s parked across the street. That’s the last time you talk to your best friend for a few months.

When Deaky comes back you start planning the future, and it’s starting to be painfully obvious how different you two are.

He wants to have kids in the next two years, and buy a big fancy house on the countryside for you both to raise them, but you’re not ready yet. You just got a great job sound mixing for a local band, and can’t even imagine not living in London.

After that, something’s off. You don’t know exactly what it is, but it’s there between you, in the air, like an invisible wall that can’t be torn apart.

Sometimes you fight; sometimes the silence is heavier than any argument, and you try your hardest not to stare at the elephant in the room.

The band is under a lot of pressure to get out another record, and it means more time apart. Deaky goes to the studio, for months at a time.

You go to visit him, help with the audio mixing, and occasionally there are glimpses of how you were, and you both cling for dear life to those moments, scarce as they come, because you still love him, and you know he still loves you.

But sometimes, when you’re in the booth and they’re recording, your thoughts drift away from the man you’re supposed to marry and to the drummer that sits far behind the others, always a cigarette dangling in his mouth and a girl on the other.

Roger doesn’t quite know what to do when you call him every other day for advice. He wishes he could tell you not to call him, to push you away for good, but he’s stuck, not able to move on, not able to stay, so he just listens on the other end of your rants.

He does his best to be the friend you need, and he is, even though it’s tearing him apart.

One afternoon John calls you and asks you to come to the studio. He sounds sad, sadder than you’ve ever heard.

His head is low when he opens the door; he is alone in the room. Of all the ways you thought this might end, this wasn’t it.

It’s not his fault, and at least he’s honest when he tells you he doesn’t feel the same anymore.

You’re not sure you do, either.

“I just feel like we’ve been drifting apart,” He whispers. You know he’s right.

“Maybe we’re just too different,” you tell him.

His lips curl up in that sad smile that seems to be the norm these days. You love him still, but you can’t bear to be the reason he’s not happy.

“You’re not happy anymore, I can see it in your face,” He answers, as if he was reading your thoughts. “I love you. But we’re not in love anymore. We want different things,”

It feels anti-climactic, for your relationship to end on this note. There���s no fighting this time, no drama, but it still hurts.

His hands clutch your waist and he buries his head on your shoulder.

“I love you too Deaky,” You whisper, grabbing his face in your hands, and you kiss him just like that first night, soft and bittersweet. There’s tears rolling down his face and they combine with your own on their way down.

There are no more words. There's nothing left you can say that will make this easier, so you just step away from him, and put the ring he gave you almost one year ago on the table by the door.

The black coat feels heavy on your shoulders and you open the door. The air is crisp through the droplets of rain that glow silvery under the last of the sunlight.

“You deserve the world. I hope you find someone that can give you what you want,” He says before you step out, and you turn to him but he’s not looking at you, he’s looking at the drums on the back of the room.

The drive back to your place is grey, like the sky above that’s now pouring rain. You can feel the round drops still falling down your cheeks against your will and you have no power to stop them.

You can’t fathom a realm where this is a reality and yet it’s happening before your eyes. It’s quiet inside your brain, maybe it lost its function to think, but at least is calm.

London traffic it's a bitch and you have to park three blocks away from your place, in the middle of a downpour no less.

It’s like the world hates you today. The street is damp and the cold presses on your bones, but at this point, you don’t care anymore.

Then you turn the corner of your street and there he is, sitting on the steps, as cold and damp as you are.

It's not always rainbows and butterflies It's compromise that moves us along yeah My heart is full, and my door's always open You can come anytime you want yeah

I don't mind spendin' everyday Out on your corner in the pourin' rain

His blonde hair falls in wet strands down his forehead, his hands clutching his face. He’s wearing those silly pink sneakers you gave him for his birthday, sparkling bright in an otherwise grim landscape.

“What on earth are you doing here?” You ask. You want him to leave; you want to erase any memory of his friend forever from your brain. But you also want him to stay because he’s your best friend.

He looks up at you, drenched in rain from the top of your head to the sole of your boots, arms crossed from the cold, and you can’t help but imagine how pathetic you must seem.

“I know you broke up,” is the answer that comes from his lips, delicate as if not to break you.

You don't say anything, just stare at him. His cheeks are pink from the cold, even though he’s wrapped in a thick fur coat, his blue eyes staring at you so intensely that you have to remind yourself not to get lost in them.

As you look at him, something tugs inside you, something you neglected to see was still there.

“Do you have a cigarette?” he asks as he fidgets with the buttons of his shirt. You hand him a pack, still half full. He takes one, but he doesn’t light it right away. If you know him, and you think you do, he’s got something on his mind.

“I need something,” he says.

“A lighter?” You reply, not quite sure why.

He shakes his head, producing a lighter from the pocket of his jeans. The cigarette lingers in his lips as he takes a long drag, stretching the moment as long as possible.

“I need you,” He says. The smoke rises in strange shapes between you, and your eyes widen in surprise. There they are, the words you wanted to hear for so long, in the last place and time you’d have imagined they’d come.

“What?” You wish you had something more to say but you still can’t quite comprehend what you heard.

He stands ups and now he’s close to you, his eyes burying in yours. Something burns in your chest and it rises to your cheeks, the chill of the afternoon long forgotten.

“I am in love with you,” he says leaning even closer. The warmth of his body radiates into yours, making you shiver, as his hand brushes your cheek.

“I know it’s not fair to tell you this now. I know it’s too little too late love, but it’s killing me,” He says those last words with effort, almost as if it hurts. You’re familiar with the feeling.

The blue ocean in his eyes is about to spill.

You’re not sure how to react, out of the millions of possibilities inside your head.

So you go with the only one that makes sense, the one that doesn’t even require words.

Your feet lift you slightly until you’re nose to nose, and you crash into him, so violently that he’s startled a bit. You can’t think anymore, something's taken over you, more powerful than your conscience. He kisses you back, soft at first and then hard, as if to convey all the words unsaid through all these years.

Here you are, kissing the best friend of the guy that was until a few hours ago, your fiancé.

Truth is, you don’t care anymore. Nothing matters anymore because Roger is here, and he’s warm and it feels like home when he puts his arms around you and his hair flutters on your face.

Nothing else matters because you have wanted this for so long even if you'd ignored it. He tastes faintly of whisky and cigarettes, but also sweeter than anything you have ever tasted, better than anything you could have conjured in your head.

His lips are soft and his arms wander all around you, touching all they find, as do yours. You can’t believe you spent so much time without him. You can’t believe this is happening.

You pull away just enough to find your keys and then you grab him by the coat, and pull him inside your flat in a hurry because every second away from him feels like torture now that you’ve tasted him.

He smiles at the action, that pure, sincere smile only he has, the one that drives the butterflies inside you crazy.

As the storms rages outside the window, your clothes come flying off inside your flat, and even though you haven’t said it back, he knows the feeling is mutual. You understand each other beyond words.

There, amidst the storm, you are where you belong, in his arms, and you love him.

But just in case he hasn’t yet understood, when the morning comes and the sun is out again shining over his golden hair, you whisper in his ear

“I am in love with you too”.