#shes leaning on an invisible car (was too lazy to draw ^^;;)

[mvrr-6]

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[mysterioh]

ticket to my heart || b.b.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Cop!Reader

Summary: Bucky tries to flirt his way out of a speeding ticket. Unfortunately for you, it’s working.

W/C: ~2500 words

A/N: Written for the lovely @honeyvbarnes​ writing challenge. I know I’m a bit early but I just couldn’t wait! Hope you like it and Happy Super Early Birthday!

Warnings: Mild Language, Sad attempt at trying to be flirty.

Masterlist

“Why did you have to pick the bushes?” Sam whined, “I hate the bushes.” 

You take off your helmet, shaking your head gently to free the strands sticking to your face. You look over to your partner-in-justice and can’t help but crack a smile. His thick, muscly arms were crossed against his chest, lips contorted into a disappointed pout that was too cute for words with chocolate brown eyes shooting sharp daggers in your direction. 

“C’mon, Sammy, it isn’t so bad,” you give him a lopsided smile. “You look like a pretty fairy princess.” 

“I’m a cop,” he bites, you hold back the urge to laugh but end up snorting instead. He rolls his eyes. The dense foliage you were hidden behind rustles in the rushing wind that comes with the cars zipping by the highway. 

“Why is it always the bushes?” he asks exasperated, letting his hands fall to his sides, “I hate bugs.” 

“Because,” you reached back and started to feel around in the compartment of the bike, “this is the only spot on the highway where we’re invisible,” you reminded, lips curling into a smile while pulling out your radar. “I hate it when they slow down when they see us.” 

Sam clicks his tongue then chuckles, “you’re brutal.” 

“I’m doing my job,” you pointed the radar at an SUV driving by. You scoffed, grudgingly at the driver’s adherence to the speed limit. 

“Holy crap!” Sam yells, jumping back in his motorbike, “it’s a spider!” 

You turn to him. “Where?” you asked, looking around. 

“Are you blind?” he hissed, pointing at the handle of his bike. “It’s right there!” he shouted, obnoxiously loud. “Kill it!” 

There’s nothing there!”  

“Yes it is!” he insisted, “Oh my God, it’s moving!” he cried, squirming away from the front of his bike. 

You lean over to get a better look and spot a tiny —minuscule, baby, small, microscopic— spider sitting on the handle minding its own business. 

You glare at him judgingly, but he doesn’t notice by how freaked out he is. You flick it away with a finger as if it was nothing and return to your work. Sam lets out a deep sigh of relief.

You roll your eyes while checking another car. 63 mph. So damn close. “You’re such a coward,” you grunted.

“Am not,” he retorted sharply. 

“Are too,” you bit back. 

“That thing was huge!” he defended. 

You aim the gun at another car when he starts to ramble about how much he hates the bushes. 

You whip your head back to him. “Dude it was this big,” you measured with your fingers, “Stop being so—” you cut yourself off when a flash of white flashes in the corner of your eye.

“Whoa,” Sam gaped.

“Officer,” you called, pointing the radar at the speeding car. Sam can hear the wicked grin in your voice. 

“Yes, officer?” he replies, all teeth and gums. 

“What’s the speed limit on this stretch of the highway?” you asked. 

“Sixty-five miles per hour,” he informed. 

“Now correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t seventy-nine bigger than sixty-five?” you asked, showing him the radar. 

Sam looks at you with the most despicable look plastered on his face. He takes his helmet and slips it on. The engine of your motorcycle whirls and you flip on the emergency lights. 

“This is gonna be fun.” 

“I can’t believe you overslept!” Steve screamed into Bucky’s ear. Bucky moves the phone away from his ear. You could’ve heard Steve’s voice from a mile away. “Today’s the biggest deal of our lives and you’re not even here! Tony’s flipping out and I’m hiding under my desk because he’s throwing shit around.” 

“Tell him I’ll be there in five minutes.” 

“Five minutes my ass!” Steve hisses, “Where even are you?” 

His grip on the wheel grows tighter, mentally preparing himself for the blond’s impending and inevitable outrage. “On I-95, around exit forty,” Bucky replies cautiously. His ears started to ring at the sound of Steve’s ear-piercing screams and a distant siren coming closer as the seconds pass by. 

God no. Please, anything but that. 

He begins to slow down and turns to see who it is. He knows who it is. He’s had a run-in with the police more than once and he’s got a stack of speeding tickets to prove it.

Sam’s motorcycle comes up to his right and tells him to pull over. Bucky has a strong urge to just ignore him and speed past them. The possibility of losing his job was making him sway in his morals. 

He could do it and might even make a getaway. Hmm….

Yeah, he’d do it, if he wasn’t such a damn coward.

“Steve, I’m gonna put you on hold for a second,” He pulls over to the side.  

“NO, don’t put me on hol—” his voice cuts off when Bucky taps it anyway. He smirks at the screen of his phone. 

A tap comes at the window and he turns to come eye to eye with an officer. Not the guy, but a girl. 

Holy shit, she’s pretty. 

You tap the window again this time a bit harder and he breaks out of his trance, scrambling to push the button for the window. 

“Hi there,” you greeted with a smirk, prim but cocky. 

Scratch that, she’s hot. 

“H-hello, Officer,” he stutters. 

“Nice car you got here,” you lean back a bit to get a better look at the car. 

“M-Mercedes, miss,” he replies. 

You revert your gaze back to him and it sends sweet shivers down his spine. 

“Yeah?” you asked. He nods with a gulp, You let out a breathy chuckle, finding his timid behavior oddly cute. “Well Mr. Mercedes,” you sassed, “this ain’t the Autobahn, it’s a shitty highway to New York.” 

“Really? I didn’t notice,” he retorted with a grin. Your lips twist into a scowl and Bucky gets the feeling you are not amused. He panics on the inside. 

“You know the speed limit around here?” you questioned. 

“Uh—well, um,” he stammers for a few moments. “Seventy?”

You roll your eyes at him, shifting your stance onto one leg with one hand hugging the curve of your hip. “It’s sixty-five and you were running at seventy-nine. This ain’t the Daytona 500, kiddo.” 

“Yes, but you see,” he replies, “I’m actually late—”

“The law is the law,” you stated, “and everyone follows it. Now I’d like to see your registration, license, and insurance,” you extend your hand towards him.

He quickly turns and opens the glove compartment of his car and pulls out all of his papers and hands it to you. 

“I’ll be right back,” you grunt as you walk back to Sam and your motorbike. 

Bucky hits his head against his steering wheel and lets out a distressed exhale. 

This is it. He’s definitely fired now. You’re definitely going to give him a ticket. Steve and Tony are going to hate him. He’s gonna be dirt poor because he lost his job and nobody wants to hire a guy who can’t even wake up on time. He won’t be able to pay that ticket and then he’ll have to go to court. And the pretty cop is gonna be there, smiling at him all sweet as they drag him off to jail. 

Bucky’s head snaps up when he hears his phone ringing beside him on the seat. He picks up the phone call from Steve. 

It’s Tony.

“BARNES WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!?!” he shouted. 

“I’m-uh-,” he scratches his head. “On the way.” 

“On the way to where?” he hurls at him, “Mars?” 

“No, to Stark Industries,” Bucky sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Listen, I got into a bit of a bind, the cops pulled me over for speeding.”

“You’ve gotta be joking me,” Tony replies, sounding like he’s on the verge of crying. “I’m ruined. I’ve got a meeting with Pym Tech in ten minutes and my numbers guy is nowhere to be seen. Do you realize how much you’ve hurt me right now? You broke my fucking heart.” 

Bucky rolls his eyes. 

“Do something and get the hell out of there,” Tony ordered. 

“I can’t leave until they let me.”

“No one said you couldn’t.”

“No! Don’t do that!” Steve butts in. 

Bucky looks out the window and sees you checking his information. He pays close attention to the way your hair shines under the sun and how your rather modest uniform makes you look exceptionally hot. 

“But y’know,” he talks into the speaker. “She’s one cute officer.”

Tony snorts, “Yeah? How cute?” He was never one to not discuss women, even in the middle of a crisis. 

“Real cute, but hot at the same time,” Bucky replies. 

Steve snatches the phone from Tony, “Buck, don’t do anything stupid,” he ordered, knowing the way Bucky did things when it came to the ladies. 

“Too late,” Bucky smirked, hanging up on Steve. He throws his phone back onto the seat watching the way you strut towards him. Confident but elegant. 

“Everything’s good here,” you handed him his papers and he smirks. “You’ve got quite a history, Mr. Barnes.” 

“I’m bad with time,” Bucky said, “Always running late. Never late to a date though.” 

“That’s nice,” you reply in passing, filling out the ticket paper. 

“So…” he draws your attention towards him. His arm rests along the length of the window, making it hard for you to not notice the way his lean muscles stretch his shirt. “I don’t suppose there’s a way I can bribe my way out of this?” he asks innocuously, tracing his finger along the metal symbol on the steering wheel.   

You snort, returning to the notepad in hand, “For all the money you could bribe me with, you could just pay for the ticket.” 

“I wasn’t talking about money, Officer,” he smirks when you look over at him. 

“And what do you have in mind?” you jest just to see where this will take you. 

“I’m thinking, me, you, and a really nice cafe on the fancier side of New York.” 

You pause your writing and look over at him and raise a brow. His crystal blues eyes glimmer under the sun, pooling with harmless playfulness. Taking a closer look at him, you have to admit he’s kinda hot.

You shake your head, lips curling into a lazy smile, fingers returning to writing. “Nice try, but I’ll pass.”

Bucky slumps over his car and frowns. 

“What? You thought you were the first person to ever flirt with an officer?” you cackled, “it happens more often than you think.” 

“Thought I’d try anyway,” he says and shrugs. 

“I admire your honesty,” you compliment him. 

A soft smile spreads along his face. 

Get a hold of yourself, officer.

“So how about a date and a ticket?” he bargains. 

“You want a date with the chick that gave you a ticket?” you elaborated, a chuckle coloring your words. 

Bucky notices the soft pink dusting your cheeks and it’s immensely satisfying. “I mean if it’s someone as pretty as you, I’d be stupid not to take the chance.” 

You stop writing to clear your throat, the blush on your cheeks reaching your ears. “And what makes you think I’ll say yes?” you countered as coolly as possible. 

He shrugged, “I don’t think. I just hope?” he says sweetly. 

You smile at him for a second then shake your head. “Sorry to bring your hopes up but I’m not allowed to affiliate with others during work hours. So that’s a no from me,” you replied sternly, a bit harder than you wanted it to sound. 

“Damn,” he frowns slightly, “bad day for me I guess. I’m late for a meeting, possibly going to get fired because of it, and got two no’s from the pretty officer,” he lists on his fingers.

You huff, feeling unwanted compassion for the brunette. Usually, you weren’t this soft, but this guy had a charm to him that others didn’t. Damn bastard. This better not come to bite you in the ass later. 

“Alright, I’ll let you slide,” you give in, unwillingly. “Just this once.” 

Bucky grins from ear to ear making one creep onto your own. 

“But if I ever see you speeding again, I won’t be so nice and neither will anyone else,” you warned playfully. “So mind the speed limit please.” 

“Yes, of course.” 

“Have a nice day, Mr. Barnes,” you walk away but he calls you back. 

“Don’t you think I deserve a reminder of some sort?” he asks, faux innocence lacing his tone. “So I don’t speed anymore?” 

You turn back and smirk, feeling like you know what he’s talking about. “Like what?”

“Your number maybe?” he wonders, practically hanging out of his car. 

“My number?” you asked in mock confusion and a chuckle. “Now how would that help? I’m not allowed to do that.”

“A little rebellion never hurt anyone,” Bucky tempted with a sultry smile. 

“I won’t tell a soul, I promise,” he smiles. You’re unsure. “Cross my heart and hope to die,” he pledges with an action. 

You return to him with a chuckle and pull out the notepad. “I guess I can do that,” you nodded. Bucky quietly cheers to himself as you scribble something down. You rip out the piece of paper and hand it to him with a smile. Your fingers brush against his, firing goosebumps against his arm. His eyes look up to meet yours, sparkly under the sun. 

“Have a good day, Mr. Barnes,” you say, walking backwards to your motorcycle, almost bashfully. 

You get on your motorcycle and ride away with Sam. Both giving the brunette a wave before leaving. A few miles down, Sam finally asks: “You didn’t actually give him your number, did you?” 

You laughed, loud and bright. He doesn’t understand what’s so funny.

Bucky exits the conference room. The meeting was a success and Pym Tech agreed to the deal for the new set of tablets Tony designed. Tony slams a hand on his shoulder. 

“Great work in there,” he cheers, beaming from ear to ear. 

“Thanks,” Bucky smiles. 

“So how’d it go with the officer?” he asks. 

Bucky laughs heartily and shakes his head, a blush creeping onto his cheeks. “I-uh- got her number,” he told him. 

“That’s great man!” Tony congratulated before being pulled to the side by one of the others. 

Bucky walks on towards his office digging his hand into his pocket. A pink scrap of paper twists through his fingers and he roars in laughter, startling those around him. He pulls it out just to admire your pretty handwriting.

911 

p.s. ask for the police. 

Guess that’s three no’s from the pretty officer. 

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[m00nlitknight]

waiting room

fandom: it(2017) / modern au setting pairing:  patrick hockstetter / reader word count:  1,797 warnings:  awkward silences, patrick being patrick?, spite-filled staring contests, dead animal mentions(not graphic) summary:   The boy in the waiting room had eyes for you in the early morning fog. extra:  i'm not sure how well i portrayed patrick, but if you've got any input i'd love to see it! thank you for reading, and have a lovely day. please comment, i'd really like to know what people thought!

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The early morning sky loomed dark over the road and surrounding city, the time showing 5 a.m. The roads were nearly empty, sporadically placed cars blinding with their headlights. Nervousness clouded the windows, though invisible with the heat turned on. The road ahead fogged with uncertainty. The journey seemed to last a life-time yet an instant as the vehicle pulled into a parking place.

Ahead loomed a hospital, illuminate by lights inside and out. It appeared daunting, with the lack of sunlight and its sheer size, sterile and uninviting because of the cool tempered lights and limited palate. An unnerving environment, and you found yourself hoping much time wasn’t to be spent within its walls.

The trek to the building was short, the air filled with the tired want to get this all over with and fragments of unfinished, unimportant conversation. Checking in was brief, and a blur, then suddenly personnel was leading you to a waiting room.

It appeared vacant in its multiple-room expanse. The volunteer desk sat empty, a phone propped up on the desk and not much else in immidiete sight. Strangely, the empty space felt cozier than the building’s exterior - to some extent. The space had many chairs, decked out in neutral grays, beiges, browns and barely tolerable greens. The rest of the decor followed suit, subtle patterns scaling the light brown walls. It was bearable, and you knew that despite the initial observation, you wouldn’t be paying much attention to it anyway. You settled yourself into a corner of one of the rooms, near a large window overlooking the civilization cascaded in darkness, taking care of you and your parents belongings. They’d been taken off not very long after, a nurse briefly explaining how long you’d likely be spending in the room.

The day’s schedule was to have a minimal amount of surgeries, allegedly only three or four, and shown by the large television screens around the room with patient information. Visitors were harshly limited, to only those who would be driving the patient home and being their potential caretaker. It didn’t particularly phase you, if anything you found yourself comforted by the fact that you would likely have the room to yourself for a majority of your time there. You glanced at your phone, taking note of the time, a quarter passed 6 a.m., and making a mental reminder of the texts to send out when it wasn’t an indecent hour.

Time passed moderately, some texts coming through from your parent on how they were doing and where they were before the treatment began. Their nerves translated through the texts, and you felt a bit sad that you couldn’t be with them through the process, instead opting to try and ease them a bit with typical banter. Soon you got up to make yourself a cup of coffee, an attempt to ward off any incoming grogginess that could’ve been left over from waking up.

The sun’s rise was overshadowed by gray skies and fog, what was visible of the area’s movement momentarily catching your attention. In your lap sat a sketchbook, forgotten momentarily. Your attention was pulled away from the window and sunrise by a pair talking on the other side of the room. On the surface you found yourself a bit curious, though deeper down a vague annoyance made itself noticeable. Perhaps it was selfish to want the room to yourself, though you couldn’t deny that you did.

The pair proved more talkative then you and your parent were, a male and female’s voice carrying through the room. They sat in the front, away from you, and were led by another member of personnel then the woman who led you up. You couldn’t help but sneak a glance, getting a momentary eyeful of a woman, who looked young for her potential age, and a boy who looked about the same age as you. You glanced away before any of them caught your eye, instead taking in the white page in front of you and got busy with your pencil.

It wasn’t long before the pair settled, the woman’s nerves making themselves apparent through her babbling. The boy beside her took to lightly worded, small replies. His voice gave away his apathy for the situation. With the tinge of annoyance still in you, you wondered for a moment why it was that he was the one brought here when she was getting surgery. You tuned out from eavesdropping, focusing again on art and beginning to text people as the time came to 7:30 a.m. and the woman left with a nurse, leaving you and the boy in the room.

He shifted, grabbing he and the woman’s(you presumed she was his mother) things before taking their things into the room in front of you. The silence loomed as you caught another look at him; ink black hair, pale, lanky, and stoic. His expression was all but profile and a momentary glance for you to capture, so you couldn’t be very sure. His fashion was dark, heavy-looking boots on his feet and a plethora of rings on his fingers. You looked back to your phone.

Time passed without warning, and a volunteer nurse made their way to the desk. She greeted you, exchanging pleasantries. You declined her, politely, and wore a smile too bright for the morning. She walked away, and you felt eyes on you.

The smile fell and your eyes traveled, looking out the window and into the one next door to see the boy staring at you. He appeared calm and collected in his dark countenance, the color of his eyes and face distorted by the tint of the window. You felt a bit uncomfortable, shifting in your seat and looking back down to your lap to work once again. You caught him cracking a grin at that - wide, too wide, and a bit sinister-looking before he, too, looked away.

Soon another woman came in, you recognized her from the front desk, and retrieved the boy; apparently he’d gotten by without getting a visitor pass. He smiled at her, once again in a bit of a creepy fashion, before picking not just his things - but everything . His mother’s and his things, taking it all with him. You felt a bit of apprehension settle in your veins quickly, coursing through and turning into a bit of offendedness. What did he think, you were going to take his things? An internal scoff as he walked with her.

Time passed and you continued to text friends and loved ones, keeping them updated the best you could from the waiting room. It was 8:00 a.m., and the surgery was set to start. Your parent sent one last text, and you wished them luck with a small smile on your face. The boy came back in, and you glanced at the movement - only to catch him taking you in once again. You shifted uncomfortably - awkward .

The silence continued, and you continued to feel his stare on you. It become more than annoying, shifting instead to vague curiousity and self-conciousness. Did you look weird? Was he actually looking at you, or the painting on the wall above you? Were people drawing considered to be odd? Regardless, you didn’t meet his gaze, instead focusing on the outcome of the doodle.

An hour passed like that, and you wondered how someone could look at someone for so long without getting bored. You looked up, glancing at the screen to see how the process was going; noticing how it progressed to them being In Recovery. The phone at the desk rang, the nurse picking it up and speaking into it briefly. You were retrieved and told to sit in another room to speak to a doctor about your parent.

It didn’t take very long for the doctor to come in, a level-headed and calm-voiced man who explained the success of the surgery and steps to take forward for your parent. You would be doing most of the heavy lifting from this point until they were healed, and you felt prepared for it. You nodded along to his words, listening, unable to shake the feeling of being watched once again and not letting it become a distraction.

Soon the doctor excused himself, and you thanked him for his time. You set off to the restroom for a few minutes. As you stepped out to get back to your seat, the boy had moved himself closer to you, this time facing the window, leaning his head on his open palm. The feeling of unease wormed itself up your spine and you cringed momentarily before settling back into your seat. His eyes were on you almost right away, and you made the desperate move to look busy.

You glanced up to the screen once again, the time turning to 9:20 a.m., your parent still being in recovery. His eyes stayed on you, unfazed. You spent another beat staring at the screen before shifting to look him in the eye to take him in once again. This time he didn’t crack into a grin, instead continuing to stare at you with a lazy, dead, dull blue-green stare. It unsettled you, guard down for a moment before you sat there and mirrored his expression.

This continued for moments, the moments turning to minutes and time continued ticking away. The stare’s awkward ambiance melted away quickly, replaced with a battle of wills; competitiveness. At least, to you. He got up, breaking eye contact with you, and walked to the corner of the room where the bathroom and vending machine were. It was done so casually that it left you momentarily confused, brow furrowing. One clear thought stuck out to you, what the fuck? You decided not to linger on it, instead checking the time. 9:45. Weird.

Shaking off the feeling of confusion, you focused once again on your sketchbook. The mystery boy came over once again, sitting down and, instead of looking at you, took out his own phone to play on. The silence took a surprisingly comfortable turn despite the two of you being strangers, but that didn’t change the fact that you wanted to leave, but that only ebbed at the edges of it.

“Ever seen a rotting deer’s ribcage?” He broke the ( perfectly fine ) silence.

Oh, nevermind.

“No thanks.”

He shifted to show you the phone regardless, the grin back in place as your brow furrowed once again. Thankfully, the nurse stepped in, telling you that your parent was ready to go. You got up, grabbing you and your parents things quickly before leaving the room completely as quickly as possible, leaving the boy and, unfortunately, your sketchbook. He grinned to himself.

[wildwoods1]

Making the Climb 

In front there was a  sheer ragged wall. Clips and gadgets she had no intention of knowing well enough to call by name littered the ground…  People were shouting  right behind her and she assumed that they were speaking a foreign language until she turned to look at them, she heard the words she understood all too well. “C’mon you lazy ingrate, climb!

”Might as well be Sisyphus! Push, climb, what’s the difference. Maybe climb was the Roman version. Homerian humor not withstanding, it was still a grim task for someone afraid of heights. But why she was there, what her fate was to be if she failed… or succeeded for that matter, none of it was plain. She was just suddenly there out of no where, apparently  expected to draw on inner resources she did not know  she had. There was a certain irony, given the train of thought, in her name, Helena. In Montana. The yelling was louder now since she had been ignoring it. Still no explanations. She had nothing… Hm. Not exactly true. There was a feeling, something like inner movement trying to trip the pawl of her psyche. Difficult to tell what was going on, just that something was. Helena was grateful she could at least be aware of that. A small stone hit her side. Another and another. Someone yelled into the crowd for patience and it stemmed the tide of intolerance, but not with much comfort. “She’s goin’ up, you know that. That’s why we’re here, to make sure! Calm down now, she ain’t needin’ stonnin’ yet.” There was an ominous weight hung on the “yet”. Obviously she wasn’t leaving here without an effort. But what she did finally get was that it was important that she try. No idea why. "Just do it. It’s time," was all she got. 

With a deep breath she looked at the ground not knowing anything about the equipment she saw scattered around her. Turning to the crowd, she asked “Can anyone tell me how to use this stuff?” 

They replied with some degree of disgust “That’s your problem”. “We ain’t nursemaids, ya know.” “Lookin’ for the easy way, like always!” 

The feeling within persisted with vigor. No getting around it, apparently. She started deep breathing to build oxygen. Knowing she was not very strong didn’t help. It had to be by her wits, holy Jees! 

She walked up to the rock face and for the first time noticed that she was dressed for the climb right down to her fingerless gloves with leather palms and belt with steel re-enforced loops, which, by the way, were anything but encouraging at this moment. Surveying the area directly in front of her she saw some hand holds. Straight up marched a series of over lapping rock layers seeming to slide over each other and then at the right moment, stick where they were; it was horizontal layers stacked vertically. It wasn’t stairs but a welcome navigation. A little to the right beyond the last of the layers was a cave-like hole about the size of a hawk’s nest. Directly to either side there were outcroppings good for holding, plenty of room for feet, and so on it went. Hesitant to step back into the crowd, she leaned back so far she almost fell on them. It seemed to be a climb and a half but maybe do-able .Helena walked up to the rock and for what seemed at first an ironic belligerent act, bowed to the rock like a worthy opponent. Before she could straighten up she felt it. It was a response from the stone; an acknowledgement so precise and formal that she almost laughed out loud as a nervous reaction. With that little surprise she reached out to touch the rock and felt it reaching out to her hand. Something told her to move her hand a little and as soon as she did, the energy subsided. She made sweeping passes over the rock fairly slowly and found that when she was over a good handhold, the energy was present, when she passed it, the energy collapsed. Well, that was good to know. Imagine the only help coming from the rock! 

Feeling a little more confident, she clapped her hands together rubbing her gloves against each other and reached for her first holds. For being completely without experience, she felt she was doing fairly well, so far. About ten feet over and above the small cave, she started seeing small Chameleons popping out of crevices and coming toward her, one after the other, about six in all. They would run toward her from either side and when they reached her they tuned and scampered straight up. Oh. No. They were all going on a straight line until they suddenly veered left around some invisible barrier and then resumed upward movement. That was very odd. What peculiar behavior was this? Something repelling them at that point? A smell, perhaps?

After that last step, she realized she had no more foot holds. Gone! Hand holds, yes. But the feet, they had to have something. Oh god, she was done for. A good thirty feet down now. Too high to jump down, no where to go. She was on the verge of letting her panic have full reign when she felt the rock. It felt like a wavy projection, making her a little dizzy. But it continued to repeat itself in this fashion. Suddenly the pattern was familiar. Her eyes glazed over and she was thrown into a memory. It was her counselor, Caroline; “When you cannot find a way, use the structures that are already in place. The structures already in place. In place…” Well… the rock was in place… how… No! This is not the time to think, this is the time to sense. OK. Chameleons… that was the familiar pattern… but also they went left and… Oh, they didn’t go back and forth looking for hand and foot holds, they swayed their weight in the stream of moving upward… and .. She felt her body ever so slightly swaying, opening up to the guidance as to where to go next. As she gave in to this silent slight rhythm, a whole scene materialized. She was in the midst of a Carlos Castaneda scenario with the luminous body-egg of energy  clearly evident as the person’s field around him. She could see it gleam with bits of snags and energized areas. Parts of it were completely clear, others seemed dense, some areas filled with light. The scene was percolating in her like a beaker in the chem-lab ready for potent discovery. Remembering only parts of the description, she scanned it until she recognized the image as coming from a time of particular clarity in her life. For now, she needed the sense of that time, a sense of the rock, and its structure. She envisioned her own energy egg around her body. Scanning that she felt the area of rock pressing on her. Ah! The unmistakable surge of guiding energy, she looked at her energy field in her mind’s eye to see if anything in her field matched with the rock. There! A few inches to the right and then over to the left and up. She opened her eyes to be sure she put things in the right places. A little to the right, OK. Now… But… There was nothing there. A bulge in the rock to the left showed no sign of relief for her feet. But it had to be. “I felt it! I saw it!” she said out loud to absolutely no one.

The bulge in the rock didn’t allow her to lean back and see anything. It was big enough to be useful if she could get up there but she could see no way for a hand hold. Her arms were getting quite tired and her thighs were way past burning. There was little left for pauses. No ropes, no clips, no nothing.

Something tickled her nose so she opened her eyes. It was the tail of a Chameleon stopping long enough to turn around and look back at her… sort of “Are ya getting’ it honey, cause I ain’t got all day”. He then scrambled directly left, made a little jump into nothing she could see and disappeared behind the bulge of rock. He showed up on the top side of it, stopped to look at her for a heartbeat and scampered straight up over the edge into to a crevice. She swallowed hard at the implication. She’d have to just grab at whatever was on the other side of the bulge and hope something would be able to hold her. It required reaching past her arms length; this was a real risk, not a little bit of wishful thinking. Taking one last look around to be sure this was the only way, she took some very deep breaths and threw herself toward and past the edge of the bulge.. Yes! It was not only a hand hold, it as like a handle, firm and true for fingers to wrap around… and wet! Oh god what was that? Pulling herself over around the bulge she could see that it was the tiniest of springs in the rock. A hole about the size of her garnet beads, which would be approximately four millimeters, allowed water to pour in dribbles onto the rock. It looked as if there was hematite-laced tiger iron through the layer now being flooded. Previously some of the sandstone above it had given way to the onslaught of incessant excavation. The water carved a trough in the rock until it reached the tiger iron making what looked for all the world like a car door handle. The angle of it gave her the leverage to pull herself over with no problem. Foot holds were a comfortable height and depth; beyond the vertical ridge, the slanted rock face allowed her to lean forward and rest her full weight on it. Rest. Oh god.  It never dawned on her that there were no chameleons of this type in all of Montana.

A drink! Sheer heaven. Wiggling out of the glove she collected the water in her hand and found some real relief.

Too soon she knew she had to get moving or her muscles would seize up. Deep breath, look up for the path and…She was standing outside of a butcher shop looking eyeball to eyeball with a long since dead fish. “This has got to stop!” she thought in desperation.  She was afraid she was still on the side of the mountain hanging precariously by fingertips in the “door handle” of the rock. One foolish move and she may not have any thoughts at all after that! 

She asked anything that would answer what to do next. Of course it was the fish who answered.  Fog covered his eyes as dead as could be but he was speaking none the less.  “You made it up the rockface, sweetie. The people down below never knew how easy the last little stretch was. They would have cried “foul!” if they had. But as you have realized, you were not there to please them.  You made it! That’s all you have to know. A good soul left the rope “seat” for you and you got in to be hauled to safety.  You are safe now. You are NOT on the rock. You are on the street. Talking with a dead fish. By that reckoning, you could say your troubles weren’t over yet! Turn right. Go to the next door on your left, come in and press the button over the 3rd mailbox. You’re safe now. Truly, you are.”  The fish, was once again dead, cold, immobile. What choice did she have? No money, alone on some unknown street, god knows where.  Right, door on left, third mailbox.

“Helena? You are expected. Please come up to the third floor, door on the right.”

As she opened the door she saw a middle aged man in an orange robe, shaved head, beads at his waist. He bowed to her and motioned that she sit in one of two chairs in the room.

 “I am Yonten Palsang and if you are willing, I offer you guidance. You have come a long way….in mind and heart, not just body. Please accept my humble offering of tea.” Helena found herself fascinated by his eyes, it was only one more second before the pinpoint of light flashed in his left eye as he began to pour the tea without looking.  Something in the faint flash of light…. something very friendly and chameleon-like.

[detective-caruso]

dance with me || TJ x Cora

“@dani14dawn​: Yes, please! I’m all in for TJ x Cora as well and funny/romantic stories related to dancing/waltzing, maybe having Cora teach TJ how to waltz (or it could be TJ teaching Cora).“

prompt: Cora teaching TJ how to properly waltz (since he hasn’t had any experience ofc). 

genre: F L U F F 

wc: 1,870 (i got carried away oopsies)

A/N: i wrote this before bed so sorry if it’s trash uwuwuwuwu i got a lil lazy at the end. send more prompts ! i love writing about these two shitheads ! 

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+ it was midnight and TJ was still awake, his music on low as he placed his feet with the music, his arms wrapped around the invisible partner, doing his best to try and attempt to waltz. it was only himself, surrounded by the soft waves of the music and the pale, yellow lighting of the few lamps he had on. his cousin was getting married in less than 16 hours and she chose him to have him as her special dance. the only thing was, TJ had no idea how to dance. 

+ as Cora was driving home from the office, she noticed the Caruso household still had their lights on. it was midnight on a Thursday, TJ surely would’ve been in bed by now. out of the sake of her amusement (but also his safety), she decided to pay TJ a visit.

+ TJ jolted up as he heard knocks at the front door, leaning over to pause his music as he jogged to the door, making sure there were no clear signs of the fact that he was dancing to Patsy Cline by himself. he opened the door to be greeted with a tired looking Cora. he sighed.

+”  “hey stranger,” Cora began with a smile. her hands rested in her jacket pockets, her fingers intertwining with one another as they began to feel clammy as he saw how flustered TJ looked. “what’re you doing up this late?”  

+ he felt his cheeks warm up as he realized how embarrassing the truth was. he couldn’t tell Cora, his work partner, he was up practicing his waltz ability because of how much of a nervous-wreck he would be if he messed up his cousin’s wedding dance. “nothing too important, just... busy doing personal stuff-” he was cut off by Cora walking in, bumping shoulders as it caused him to step back. 

+ “what kind of personal stuff?” she asked, walking in with the same grin on her face, her eyes darting to the couch as she sat down. TJ’s phone lit up as a notification from an app appeared, but also revealing the music he was listening to. she let out a cocky laugh,taking his phone into her hands. “Patsy Cline? what are you? 65?” she giggled.

+ his head jerked as she slid by, closing the door as he made his way to her. “firstly,” he began, his face redder than ever. “you do not walk into someone’s house without permission. secondly, I told you it was personal matter. don’t you have to get home?” he said, his voice cracking at times from how embarrassed he was.

+ Cora smiled at him before feeling something underneath her feet. picking up the object, she continued to smile as she looked at him. “dress shoes? okay, TJ, I know I’m just starting out, but I feel like I need to do some detective work unless you tell me what’s going on.” she smirked, looking down at the shoe.

+ TJ sighed at her snarky comment, letting his head fall before walking over to sit next to her. “fine.” he sat down, letting his back rest onto the cushions behind him. “my cousin, Anne, she’s getting married tomorrow and she chose me to be her,” he stopped, looking up at her. “’special dance.’” he said, putting air quotes on ‘special dance’.

+ “really? you out of all people?” Cora teased, her smirk growing wider.

+ “let me finish.” he said, rolling his eyes as he leaned forward to the edge of the couch. “I’m honored to be her dancing partner, Cora, but I just..” he said before his breath hitched. “I don’t know to.. waltz.” he admitted. it almost felt wrong to say, it felt as if he just admitted to a crime. 

+ “seriously?” Cora replied, her smirk disappearing. “TJ, you could’ve told me.” she said with pep in her voice, she bounced up as she spun around to meet his gaze. “c’mon!” she held out her hand.

+ “wait- huh?” TJ said, jerking his head up. “what’re we gonna do?” he said, sounding a bit scared. he stood up as he took a hold of her hand. “what are you doing Cora?” he sighed, his voice changing from scared to confusion.

+ with TJ’s hand still in hers, she grabbed TJ’s phone off the couch and pressed the arrow, indicating that next song was starting. she turned the volume up a bit, but not too loud as she set the phone down onto the coffee table. “i’m teaching you how to dance, Caruso.” she smiled softly.

+ TJ was a sucker for old retro love songs, his favorite artist being Patsy Cline. ‘Why Can’t He Be You’ played softly as he felt his hands being lead by Cora’s. his tender hands resting on her waist, his other intertwining with hers as it held up beside them, filling up the empty gap in the air.

+ Cora seemed to be a natural at this, she treated this as if this was another hang out session with her boss, but TJ felt every part of his body shake. he didn’t know what it was about her, but every time they seemed to touch or have a flirtatious interaction, he would feel his brain melt and the butterflies would flutter. 

+ “so, basically the waltz is just the ‘box-step’ dance. you know what that is, right?” she asked, her eyes fluttered as she looked up at him. she knew she was short, but under the circumstances like this, she seemed to be even shorter compared to TJ.

+ “I-um..no..” he admitted, another embarrassing confession he had let out tonight. “I have no experience in dancing.”

+ Cora, once again, laughed as her grip on his hand began to feel clammy. “noob.” she mumbled out as she took a step back to look at both of their feet. “firstly, when I move my right foot back, you bring your left up we step together to the right, okay?” she said, moving her feet to indicate the spots they were going to be stepping into. 

+ TJ nodded as his eyes darted to his feet, then back up to Cora’s gaze. at first, TJ did a decent job, but he did ended up stepping on Cora’s feet, ending up in him apologizing a million times before her having to tell him to shut up. 

+ as time went on, TJ ended up learning how to properly box step, just 6 songs later. instead of robot like movement, his dancing became more natural and even threw in a few spins for Cora here and there. the music stayed soft but the two grew more closer to one another, instead of their hands in the air intertwined, they were now wrapped around each other, not planning on letting go soon. giggles were exchanged and so were little confessions here and there about one another’s past.

+ “y’know, my father and I use to box step all the time. I would stand on his feet and we would dance to whatever was on the radio..” Cora said as the two swayed. “I guess that’s why I wanted to teach you, just seeing someone who’s horrible at something progressively get better and better, I think it’s maybe a dominant thing.” she shrugged, scoffing at her own joke.

+ TJ’s eyebrows furrowed as he looked at her, “I’m not horrible! I was never horrible, I just wasn’t... properly educated on such as subject.” he replied with a grin. “I’m not horrible at anything, sure I suck at some things, but I’m not horrible.” he added.

+ “don’t suck yourself off too much, Caruso.” she replied, rolling her eyes. TJ felt his face turn to a bright shade of red as his eyes focused on the floor, causing Cora to giggle at his reaction. 

+ as time passed, Cora’s eyes started to feel heavy as she rested her head onto TJ’s shoulder, drawing the gap between them to close. their chests touching as their heartbeats aligned. TJ looked down at the tired Cora, smiling to himself as he rested the side of his head onto hers. 

+ the two must’ve been dancing for so long that TJ’s phone eventually died. as soon as the music stopped, Cora’s head jolted up, causing TJ to move his head back. Cora stopped and looked up at him with a tired smile, her lips barely forming one. they sat in a comfortable silence as she rested her chin onto his shoulder.

+ “i should really get going...” she said, breaking the silence. TJ looked down at her, suddenly reality coming back into play for him. “oh, yeah- of course..” he said, his hands leaving her waist empty as he pulled away. 

+ after a few minutes of rushing around, Cora and TJ headed to the door. the tension between was thick, and both of them could feel it. Cora’s hand rested on the knob, before turning around to be greeted with a tired but bubbly Anthony. 

+ “listen, Cora, thank you so much for tonight, I really needed the help..” he said, feeling awkward, not really knowing what else to say. he sat there, his hands fiddling with one another as his gaze lead to hers, then back down at his hands. “I’m sorry, I just don’t really know what to s-” he felt himself stop before feeling a pair of lips onto his. Cora’s hands cupped around TJ’s jaw, as his hands wrapped around her waist just like how he did when they were dancing. her lips were soft like satin, he took in the feeling as much as he could, never wanting this to end. he felt himself pulling her closer out of need, desperation.

+ after a few moments, Cora pulled back but kept her hands where they were. she let out a small laugh before leaving TJ’s face empty. “bye, Caruso.” she giggled before opening the door and letting herself out, leaving TJ confused and red. he watched her walk to her car, her giving him one final smile before getting in, starting the ignition, and heading home.

+ TJ closed the door, turning his back and letting himself rest as the thoughts played through his head. he walked back over to the sitting area, seeing the ghost of what they once were earlier hang in the air as he sank into the couch, letting out a satisfied sigh. 

+ “i thought you two weren’t a thing?” a familiar voice announced out of the darkness of the dining room, TJ bolted up to see his dad in the kitchen, looking at the paper with a beer in his hand. 

+ “dad! what- no, I just- how long were you there for?!” TJ felt his gut turn as his dad gave a smirk. 

+ “just the whole time, I was down here watching you dancing and thought it was pretty funny, but then Cora came in and you two were canoodaling and talking about you sucking yourself off and-”

+ “DAD!” TJ exclaimed, feeling himself fall onto the couch with a pillow clutching his face, letting out a frustrated grunt.

[reigningxo]

Unpredictable (Roman Reigns x OFC)

(A/N) I’m sorry that it took me so long to upload guys. I was really busy and my mind was just not working along. But I’m happy to say that the first chapter is up. Feedback is more than welcome, so let me know what y’all think🙈.

Chapter 1

Alani

‘’Can you pass me that box over there?’’ I asked my mom as I was standing in my new room.

‘’Which one? They all look the same,’’ she mocked. ‘’When you asked me to come over and told me that there were only a few boxes left, you didn’t say there were actually still thousand left to unpack.’’

‘’Thanks for helping mom,’’ I smiled sweetly and gave her a hug. She chuckled and shook her head, hugging me back. I moved in my own house a week ago but there were still some boxes left to unpack since I was being my lazy self. ‘’Do you think dad is finished with the backyard?’’

‘’Honey, he’s probably already finished for an hour, but he’s just admiring his work, you know how he is.’’

‘’Are all architects like that?’’ I laughed as I walked downstairs. My dad has his own company for over ten years and became extremely successful, so when I told him that I was moving out of my shitty apartment, he insisted on designing my house. I was fortunate to have something this big being done for me and my dad luckily didn’t ask me for a fortune. My dad, on the other hand, paid a fortune to build and design the whole place. ‘Anything for my beloved daughter’, he said. ‘’I’ll make sure it looks like a mansion.’ Little did I know that when he mentioned that it’ll look like a mansion, he, in fact, build a mansion. It wasn’t too big but it wasn’t too small either, he knows exactly what I love and we, of course, talked about what I wanted and wished for.

I saw my dad standing in the living room while writing some things down. ‘’If you’re okay with it, I’d like to add this to my portfolio, showing all my clients how amazing I am,’’ he said as he turned around. I rolled my eyes and chuckled. ‘’What do you think of it?’’

‘’I couldn’t wish for anything more, thank you, dad.’’ I smiled and gave him a hug. ‘’I’m going to do the groceries right now because I need some good ass meal to eat in my brand new house,’’ I excitedly said. ‘’And thank you both for letting me stay at your house for the weeks this all was being built.’’

‘’It was no problem at all honey,’’ my mom spoke as she kissed my dad’s cheek. ‘’We’re happy that you’re happy.’’ She smiled. ‘’Don’t we have to babysit Mason?’’

‘’Your mom is right, we gotta go. Your sister is dropping off Talia again.’’ He slightly groaned.

‘’When are you guys gonna tell Avery to stop doing that?’’ I asked them as I opened the front door for them.

 ‘’We still have to figure out how to do that without sounding rude.’’ My mom gave me a hug and walked towards their black BMW. I chuckled and hugged my dad.

 ‘’Thanks, dad, for everything.’’ I gratefully said.

‘’Anytime Lani,’’ he smiled and walked to the drivers seat to start the car and they drove off. As I closed the door, I looked around, still in awe because of how big and beautiful everything was. I grabbed my bag and decided to go to the store before I was glued to the couch once again.

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I was happy that I didn’t have to walk that far to get to the nearest grocery store, about twenty minutes. However, when I was tired, it would seem forever to get there so I’m glad I have my driver’s license. I probably failed three times but I insisted on getting it because that way I didn’t have to rely on others. My brother, on the other hand, relies on me or my parents when it comes to transport. Even though he’s 26 and two years younger than me, he was more occupied on working his way into my dad his company. Just because Carter is his only son, doesn’t mean he has family privileges.

I always told myself ‘tomorrow’ when it came to making the decision to start eating healthy. But I got a brand new house, a fresh start, so why not start today?  My eyes wandered, looking at all the delicious, but at the same time unhealthy food. It wasn’t my goal to be walking towards the heavenly chocolate, but I eventually did since it was calling my name. I grabbed a bar of milk chocolate and looked at it, a whole war was started in my head whether I should take it or not.

‘’Not the most healthiest choice,’’ a deep voice said from behind me. I frowned and turned around, curious who the person was who approached me. My eyes met the dark brown ones of a tall, muscular, handsome man, dressed in what I would call ‘Sunday clothing’. A black t-shirt hugged his broad shoulders and slim waist, wearing black sweats as well. Dang, he looked good.

I chuckled and looked at the chocolate bar in my hand, ‘’Not the most healthiest choice no, I agree with you on that one, but oh so good.’’

‘’You got me there,’’ the man laughed. ‘’Chocolate is everyone’s sin, even mine.’’

‘’Wouldn’t say so,’’ I pointed at his muscular chest.

‘’Oh trust me, whenever I had a stressful day or I trained too much, the first thing I eat is chocolate.’’ He smiled as he shook his head. This man is truly gorgeous. ‘’Everything else looks pretty healthy,’ he nodded towards my shopping cart, filled with all kinds of fruits and vegetables.

‘’Gotta balance it right,’’ I shrugged and decided to take the chocolate bar as I added it to my healthy food. ‘’I’m Alani, by the way, I’m new in the neighborhood,’’ I reached for his hand and he gladly shook it.

‘’I figured,’’ he smiled, ‘’your house was being built right?’’

‘’Yeah, my dad recommended this area, saying it was the perfect spot to live; beautiful surroundings, everything is within walking distance, really friendly people,’’

‘’He couldn’t be more right. Especially the really friendly people part, you just met the friendliest of them all,’’ he winked, making me laugh. I shook my head and the two of us started to walk around in the supermarket while telling me small bits about the people who were present and also lived in the neighborhood. ‘’That over there is Mrs. Yell,’’ he pointed at the small, grey haired woman standing in the shelf of the cat and dog food. I frowned in confusion, not knowing what he was talking about. ‘’Everyone calls her Mrs. Yell because she literally yells every single day. If it’s not because her husband did something wrong, again, it’s because of the smallest bread crumb on her recently cleaned floor. She’ll find a reason to yell, so cherish the moments whenever she’s quiet cause they ain’t long.’’

‘’Sounds like the perfect company,’’ I joked. He laughed and we walked into another shelf. ‘’So mystery man, you haven’t told me your name yet.’’

‘’How rude am I,’’ he gasps as his hand covered his chest. ‘’I’m Joe, but my real name is actually Leati…but I also go by the name of Roman. So I have three names, you choose whatever you like to call me.’’ He leaned in and whispered, ‘’I prefer Joe tho.’’

‘’Impressive, Joe.’’ I nodded as I grabbed a bottle of Cola. ‘’Does each name have a different persona?

‘’You gotta find that out on your own, Alani,’’ he winked as we walked to the cash register. The gentleman he was, helped me to put everything in bags and even held them as we walked back to my place. The walk was filled with Joe talking about all the crazy stuff he experienced in this neighborhood and how he loved living here. I smiled at all the silly faces he made as he was telling me about that one time he visited his cousin and tried to make his one-year-old child laugh. The way he was talking was so pure and real, I already liked him.

‘’You can hand me my groceries now,’’ I chuckled as I stood in front of my house.

‘’Jheeze, your place looks like a millionaires place, it’s amazing,’’ he said stunned. ‘’Not even my place looks like this and I’m pretty rich,’’

‘’Master of bragging,’’ I laughed. Joe grinned as he handed me the grocery bags. ‘’So I think I’ll you around then.’’

‘’Definitely,’’ he smiled, ‘’What if I stop by tomorrow? You know, just for a cup of coffee and you can make me jealous by showing me around in your palace.’’

‘’Sounds good to me. What about 9 am?’’

‘’9 am it is,’’ he smiled warmly as he gave me a hug. ‘’If you need anything, don’t hesitate to knock on my door, I’m at the end of the street.’’

‘’Thanks, I’ll keep it in mind.’’ I thankfully said. I waved at him as he walked off to his own house. I thanked my dad in my head as I opened the front door for convincing me to move here. Still not over the fact I probably met the most handsome man of the neighborhood, I walked into the kitchen with the plastic bags and put them on the counter.

‘’Since when did I became invisible to you?’’ A female voice said. My head shot back up as I looked at my phone, finding none other than my best friend standing in front of me. ‘’Wassup girl?’’ She smiled.

‘’Ava what are you doing here?’’ I asked confused but extremely excited. I walked from behind the big marble kitchen counter over to her, giving her a hug.

 Ava has been my friend since the day I started walking. Our parents are really close friends who met in college back in the days. She was like a sister to me and we were together 24/7 until the day she got accepted to the University of Southern California. I was absolutely thrilled for her, but not about the fact that we weren’t going to see each other that often anymore. We both made the promise to call each other every week, face time as much as we can and meet up monthly. But since we both did completely different things, it was hard to hold on to that promise. She wanted to get her degree in art and design, that totally fitted her since she has always been busy with painting and drawing.

Me at the other hand wanted to deepen myself in dance and music more. So when I was accepted to a private school that was specifically for those two things, I barely had time for anyone since it was really intensive. I enjoyed every moment of it since I was doing something I loved but hated it because it took so much of my time and energy. I still dance, sing and perform occasionally, it’s just that I decided to diminish everything a bit.

‘’Your parents told me you moved and gave me your address. But girl, why didn’t you tell me?’’ She smiled as she looked at me. ‘’Dang you look fine as hell, better than I remember.’’

‘’Oh please I look terrible,’’ I covered my face in my hands. I had no idea what she was talking about since I was wearing just a plain grey dress, my hair totally mess and bags under my eyes because of my lack of sleep. ‘’But thanks, A. And I’m sorry, I was so busy with everything; the house, helping my dad, bookings. I barely had time to sleep.’’

‘’That I see,’’ she joked as she sat down on the kitchen chair. ‘’I’m just messing with you, babe. So how is my best friend doing? How’s living here?’’

‘’She’s doing great; new house, new neighborhood, new people, I really enjoy it here.’’

‘’Good to hear,’’ she smiled and looked inside of the bags with food, ‘’so what will we be eating?’’

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‘’Christ Lani, this tastes so damn good,“ Ava said with a mouth full. “Them Italian genes from your mom seemed to have kicked in for real.’’

‘’I ain’t a chef like my mom,’’ I laughed, ‘’it’s called having a meat-free dish.’’ I stopped eating meat for over two years and I feel amazing; I have more energy, I don’t get sick so often and I simply feel fresher. My mom struggled and forgot about the decision I made for like a month and unwarily added meat to her food. Eventually, she started to get used to it and only added meat in 50% of her dishes.

‘’I’ll keep it at Italian genes,’’ she chuckled as she zapped through the channels. ‘’This TV looks like a cinema. I’m gonna ask your dad to build a house for me as well.’’

‘’Good luck with that,’’ Knowing my dad isn’t the easiest person to persuade. ‘’Wait, wait, hold on. Go back,’’ I suddenly said as I saw a familiar face passing by. Ava frowned and did what I asked her, even more,confused by my reaction. I chuckled and shook my head. ‘’Oh my god,’’

 ‘’What?’’

‘’That’s Joe,’ my jaw dropped as I saw him on TV. ‘’I met him this afternoon in the supermarket, he lives at the end of the street,’’

‘’No he doesn’t,’’ she said, not believing me. As she was about to say something else, she saw I wasn’t joking. ‘’Girl…You’re not telling me that you met Roman fucking Reigns in the supermarket and that he lives in your street.’’

‘’It’s true,’’ I simply said as I watched him; his hair was loose and wet, unlike today. He looked so different from the person I’ve met and I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t find him attractive.

‘’Lani you’re a lucky ass woman,’’ she grinned as she continued eating. Little did I know

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