#Construction Club Jet Plane

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Construction Club - F-15 Jet Plane - Model Building Video

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The Night We Met🌠/Pt.2

Dbf!Joel Miller x f!reader

Pt. 1 🌌 | Main Masterlist | Joel Miller Masterlist

Summary: You return to Texas after being gone for 5 months.

Rating: 18+ content mdni!!!!(there’s nothing explicit, still I want the minors to stay away.)

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: no use of y/n, pregnancy, female reader, reader has no name only a nickname, size difference, loss of a loved one, grief, food and eating are mentioned, age gap,

If I missed anything please let me know 🙏🏻

Authors note: The part 2 some of you wanted, hopefully you’ll like it 🫶🏻

Shoutout to @thecutestgrotto and @cafekitsune for the dividers 💙

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so if you come across mistakes it might be due to that(and me being high). I’m totally here for constructive criticism or feedback on how to improve. In general I appreciate comments, likes and reblogs greatly 🌠🫶🏻

+Bonus at the end 🥰

Song’s I listened to while writing:

To Build A Home - The Cinematic Orchestra, Patrick Watson

Twins - Gem Club

Space Song - Beach House

Silver Soul - Beach House

Santa Monica Dream - Angus & Julia Stone

Sunset Lover - Petit Biscuit

Big Jet Plane - Angus & Julia Stone

you. - Oscar Lang

Home - Catie Turner

I would - Torri Weidinger

Hearing - Sleeping At Last

My Love Mine All Mine - Mitski

I miss you, I’m sorry - Gracie Abrams

Everywhere - Fleetwood Mac

* 5 months later *

You haven’t been in this place ever since leaving all those months ago. So much has changed for you. The sickening feeling you used to get when entering didn’t seem to return once you stepped onto the property. Now as you sit across from him, it does not feel as if you’re being torn apart by each second you spend here, perhaps it’s also because you have a little helper to make this less painful. 

His grave looks just like you remember and once you sat down you noticed that somebody must’ve taken care of it in your absence. Your favorite flowers are placed on top- blue chrysanthemums. 

It’s a beautiful warm spring day, birds chirping in the distance, sunshine warming up your skin, fresh breeze blowing through your hair and finally more color being added to the scenery. 

You smile softly because it’s a good day and you’re happy to see him. 

And as some sort of Déjà vu, a father comes walking down the dirt path with his daughter and the little girl is cheerfully giggling while taking in all the beautiful flowers adorning the graves. 

When the girl reaches the blue chrysanthemums she lets out a stunned gasp, it seems like she might have never seen those flowers in her life before. 

When her dad spots you he immediately starts apologizing profusely for his daughter’s behavior but you let him know that it’s more than welcome and you think to yourself how the little girl reminds you of the past. 

When they are out of sight you start laughing and then say “You Funny old men, sending me a sign aren’t you? Thank you Papa.” He’s still here, always with you and he was even when you were so far away. 

(Flashback beginning )

The first few weeks were rough for you, so incredibly far away from what was supposed to be home and with Joel’s distraught face burned into your memory. 

Luckily Sunny was there to catch you in the darkest moments, if it wasn’t for her you wouldn’t have made it. 

When you called her out of sheer desperation and told her you’d need to be somewhere far away, Sweet Sunny, without thinking about it, offered to take you in. 

The flight over there was incredibly stressful for you but seeing Sunny’s face once she picked you up from the airport made it all worth it. 

She had to treat you like a wounded animal, cooking your favorite meals, taking you for walks around the pastures, massages when the back pain flared up again and when nothing helped just sitting with you through the agony. 

Sunny is your childhood Bestfriend, you were born on the same day just 4 years apart, you have the same interests and the same dislikes. Your dad always called you Sunny and Moon. Two Inseparable forces. 

The time with Sunny and the change of scenery was healing. You went to yoga with her, took trips to Costco, she took you to the local aquarium, the butterfly garden and to the beach.  

When the time came to fly back home you were sad but Sunny promised to visit once it’s time. 

(Flashback over)

It was a week ago that your plane touched down in Texas, it felt so strange being back in the town you so hastily left. 

Once you landed Joel was all you could think about, is he okay, does he look different, did he move, did he find someone new or is he still waiting for you?

You’ve seen the countless messages he sent you over the months, yet you couldn’t find the courage to answer him you would’ve felt like a liar. You felt terrible for not holding up your end of the bargain.

After sleeping in the motel for a week you finally, especially after talking to your Dad, feel empowered enough to go see Joel again. 

You had stopped once on the drive towards Joel’s house, due to raging nausea, you are incredibly nervous sitting in the parked car in front of his home. 

It still looks exactly the same as when you disappeared, nothing changed about it. 

It takes a few more minutes before you get out of the car. You have to take a couple deep breaths and wipe your shaking sweaty palms off on your long black stretchy skirt that you decided to wear combined a black ribbed tank top. 

The outfit looks good and is the most comfortable for you in this state.

Your knees are weak on the steps up to the house, the fluttering in your belly gets continuously worse the closer you get to the front door and when you knock on the door you’re close to passing out. 

The seconds you have to wait feel like hours. In reality it’s only seconds and when the door opens time seems to stand still, there he is Joel Miller in all his glory. 

His eyes scan your face in frantic disbelief and his mouth makes him look like a fish fresh outta water. 

You try to take control of the situation “H…hi Joel.” It’s simple but you’re just as stunned. 

You can see his eyes turn glassy “No Joel, no tears come on, you gonna make me cry too.” You try to say it in a cheerful way but the words end in a quiet whisper. 

“Y…you- you’re back? Am I….dreamin?” He stammers clearly unconvinced. You nod gently and reach with your hand for his face, when your warm soft palm touches his scruffy cheek his eyes fall shut and the tears start rolling down his cheeks. 

His lips are trembling, as if your touch hurts him. “Joel, I…I’m so sorry.” At that he opens his eyes again and to your surprise he does not look mad, though he’d have all right to be. 

With his eyes still locked onto your face he asks “How…how long have ya been back?”

You turn away slightly and gesture behind you towards the car parked in front of the driveway. “I've been back for about a week, sleeping in that ranch motel and I was just at Dad’s grave when I thought about coming here.” When you turn back to face him his eyes are no longer on your face, but instead somewhere else. 

Joel’s eyes are stuck on your midsection. 

Oh yeah, the bump, from the front it’s not that noticeable but as soon as you turn boom there it is the unmistakable swell. 

That’s what scared you the most, how would he react to the pregnancy. 

“Y…you- you’re pregnant? How…I mean ya didn’t say anythin bout that back then?” He questions in almost trance.

“Maybe we should go inside to talk, hmm? My feet kinda hurt.” You laugh which pulls him out of his frozen state.

“Jeez of course, come in let’s sit down Moon.” He gestures to come into the house you used to share and once you cross the threshold the familiar smell engulfs you, a mix of vanilla and sandalwood.

Everything mostly still looks the same, once you reach the living room you immediately note that all the pictures are still exactly where they always hung on the wall. And when you look at the dining table, the one you sat at that night it’s still the same but what’s placed on top makes your breath hitch. 

Blue Chrysanthemums, the same as on his grave. 

When you turn you realize Joel’s been watching you “Did you put the flowers on his grave?” 

“Yeah, that was me” while he nervously scratches his neck “I hope ya liked them.”

You huff “Joel I loved them they are my favorite you know that. So you've been going to his grave?”

He hesitates for a moment but then responds “Every week since ya left Moon. Just spend a bit talkin to the ol’ men. Ya know he was my Bestfriend.” 

You nod “I’m sorry you couldn’t grieve cuz you had to take care of me. I know you were close and Joel-“ you reach for his face again, gently patting his cheek “- you meant soooo much to him, you know how I told you he’d basically chew my ear off telling me all about his super cool boss every night.” You smile sweetly at him trying to soothe the pain he must’ve felt at losing your father, his Bestfriend and then ultimately you as well.

The two of you sit down on the couch, which is now possible unlike 5 months ago when just looking at it made you sick, Joel sits down with a respectable distance from you. 

“So….you must have a million questions, shot?” You encourage him. “How far along, are ya?” 

“25 weeks to be specific, so only three more weeks and I’m officially 7 months.” You answer with a smile. 

A moment later “So ya were pregnant when you left, did ya know or..?” He questions.

“No, I didn’t know when I left. I didn’t think it would take at the first try. I chalked the whole throwing up thing up to the grief, you know?” 

He nods “Yeah, I get what ya mean…and how did you figure it out?”

“I didn’t. Sunny did, she thought something was off and had to drag me to the doctor. Did some tests and well I was 8 weeks already.” 

(Flashback beginning )

Sunny plopped down beside you on the couch 

“Ok we need to talk this is not normal anymore Moon.” 

You stared at her in question “ Why what’s wrong?” 

“Seriously.?? Let’s look at the facts: your periods have been missing for almost 3 months, you puke allllll the time, you eat the weirdest food combinations I’ve ever seen and….no offense but your tits have blown up, look at them.” As she points at your chest.

“Ok fuck you Sunny if you like looking at my tits you could’ve just told me and whats with my eating habits??”

“Baby you literally dipped pickles in Orange Sorbet for breakfast…you don’t see anything wrong with that, huh?” She laughs 

“Well I…I just really craved that”

“No baby, the little Miller fetus inside you craved that.” 

“Okkkkk then let’s go to the doctors office to see if you are correct or just imagining things.” As you flip her off while laughing. 

When the little white blob showed up on the screen, Sunny started yelling, of course she had to be right.

(Flashback over)

“Ya did all of it alone? I’m sorry Moon Girl.”

“Oh no, Sunny was there for each visit and she documented the whole process so you could have a chance at sorta having those memories too. You’re gonna be a Daddy Joel Miller” 

Tears well up in his eyes again “C…can I, ya know..?” While his eyes go to your belly.

You understand what he wants “Of course Joel, though you might not feel a whole lot…I think she’s asleep, which I can’t blame her for after the stressful ride over here.” You laugh gently. 

Joel’s gasp makes you look up 

“Y-y-yo…you said “she” it’s a girl, we’re having a little babygirl?” The tears slip down his cheeks again but this time he’s beaming with happiness as it happens. 

You take his outstretched shaking hand and place it on the top of your stomach. 

“Yeah a little Moon Babygirl, now imagine how Sunny freaked out when we got told, some of her cheerful screaming is probably caught in the video she took.” 

Joel’s crying intensifies so you motion for him to get closer and when his thigh presses against yours you pull him in for a side hug. His unoccupied arm slides around your lower back, hand resting on your hip, while his face slots right into your neck. 

“Sorry Baby I…I’m a mess.” He mumbles against the side of your neck.

“Shhh Joel, it’s ok, I got you. I got you Joel.” while stroking the back of his head. You give him the time to let it all out. 

Suddenly he perks up and pulls out your arms. 

“What’s wrong?” You ask 

“I…I think she kicked me, our baby kicked me..” he whispers. 

“Guess she knows it’s her Daddy needing some comfort, she’s done it for me too.” 

“How.?” 

“Whenever I couldn’t bare it anymore, she started kicking me as a distraction.” You continue “I believe she’s a gift from him, that sounds weird..” Joel just shakes his head no… “a purpose, something to keep going for you know?” 

“I know what ya mean Baby.” 

“Not that you were not enough but I..I - I just..” 

“It’s alrigh darlin, I understand you.” 

He gets up out of nowhere “I got something for ya, jus wait a minute sweetheart.”

As he heads up the stairs. 

When he comes back down he orders “Close ya eyes Moon.” 

“What, why?”

“Come on jus do it, trust me.”

You can feel him somewhere in front of you but you don’t know where exactly. 

“Open up.”

And there he is on his knees holding a small box up to you in it a beautiful engagement ring but instead of a normal shaped diamond it’s a moon shaped one. As if he had it made specifically for you.

You are completely stunned by the way he just wiped it out. 

J…j- Joel I..I don’t know what to say.” 

He jus shakes his head and looks at you softly “Moon ya don’t have to say anythin, I jus wanted you to have it.” 

You’re in sheer disbelief and only shake your head frantically. 

“m’ sorry that was too much I..I-“ but you cut him off

“Shut up I just needed a minute to process, yes Joel, yes I do.” You smile 

“W..what’d ya mean?” 

“Yes I want to Marry you Joel, not immediately but someday, ok? Put it on me.” You say as you hold out your hand 

Now Joel’s the one stunned but after collecting  himself he does just as you told him, he slides it on your left Ringfinger.

Once he’s done it you get up to admire the ring in the sunlight, you walk out onto the porch and hold your hand up to the Sun. 

You can hear his heavy steps coming up to you from behind, then you feel his muscular arms slide around your middle, his hands come to rest on the bump and his chin on your shoulder. 

You turn in his hold and place your palms on his broad chest. “I have to explain so much about why I left you and..and-“ 

This time he cut you off “I don’t care bout that right now, m’ jus happy to have ya back Moon. Can I kiss ya?” 

“Of course you can kiss me Joel.” That’s all the encouragement he needs before pressing his lips against yours and then again and again.

Suddenly he ask’s you something you did not expect “Ya got a name for Her in mind?” 

You pretend to think about the answer but then reply with confidence “I really like the name Matilda. What do you think of that?” 

Joel smiles amused “That’s a real pretty name for our Moon baby, darlin.“

You feel more content than ever before and you can feel him watching from above being happy as well to see you back in Joel’s arms. 

It’s them 🌌🌠:

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Fairway to Heaven - Part 7

You might wanna queue up Phoebe Bridgers for this one?

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It’s been five whole weeks since Harry received Camille’s package. The brown box sits in the back of Harry’s office closet, burning a hole in the floor. He left all of the contents alone, except Oliver’s birth photo and a drawing, which are now in a picture frame on his desk.

The drawing, made of crayon and construction paper, is of a cat (or so he thinks) next to the Eiffel tower. In large, messy letters reads ‘Pierre’. When he zones out during his meetings, he looks at it, wondering if Camille has made any promises to Oliver about meeting Harry.

It’s not that he’s avoiding going to Paris. He’d leave tomorrow if it were up to him. Reopening this chapter of his life means a lifestyle change, not just for himself, but for Briar. She’s 24. No one should be thrown into a life where they’re suddenly a step-mom. She can’t even rent a car alone in America, for God’s sake.

They’ve danced around the topic; neither of them really knowing what to do. Briar tries to keep busy by working at the club and spending time at her campus’s library. Harry can’t help but feel her pulling away. He prays this uncertainty from her is in his head as he feels his 30 year old self-destruction return.

The door to his son is wide open. He wishes someone would just fucking shove him through.

~

Briar is staring staring off into space at Cafe Benito, waiting for Madison to arrive. She taps her foot nervously, making direct eye contact with everyone who enters. She feels sneaky and that Harry could walk in at any minute.

The short brunette enters the cafe moments later, directly locking eyes with Briar at the corner table.

“Hi, Briar! So nice to finally meet you in person,” she smiles warmly, sitting down in the seat across from her. Briar pushes an iced latte toward her, to which she smiles gratefully. “Your message was a little cryptic. What’s up? And why did you want to meet in person?”

Briar takes a deep breath as she stares at Harry’s assistant, a woman she’s talked with numerous times over the phone, but has never met.

“Without getting into too much detail, Harry is dealing with a personal issue, and I think he might need a little help. I wanted to get in touch with you, since you know his schedule and travel preferences.”

“Oh, sure, sure. What’s going on?”

“He needs to go to Paris for a bit. I’m not thinking too long. Maybe a month or so,” Briar sighs, looking off to the side. “But I know he’s so busy with work, it’s super hard.”

“Well, he and Niall just hired a new associate, so I feel like it wouldn’t be too hard. A lot of people take leaves of absences,” Madison smiles softly. “I’d say it’s been about 8 years since Harry took one. Not sure why. I had just started there as a temp.”

Briar has a hunch as to why he took time off. Nonetheless, she doesn’t dwell on it.

“Yeah, a leave of absence. I just don’t think he’ll do it on his own. Which is why I need your help. I’d like to arrange for him to travel there, maybe in two weeks. Does he fly commercial or take the jet?”

“Commercial for long-haul flights. He gets less freaked out over the ocean in the bigger planes,” she laughs. “I can book something using my company card and get reimbursed for it so he doesn’t suspect anything.”

“That sounds good. I say just pick a date, and I’ll make it work. Do you think you can slowly start clearing his calendar? Maybe decline recurring meetings one at a time. I’ll talk to Niall to make sure this is alright.”

The women discuss packing for him in secret, and ways to cover their tracks. As heart wrenching as this whole situation is, a rush of adrenaline hits Briar. She takes a sharp breath when Madison speaks up.

“Are you going to be joining him? I can make sure to get you the seats that lie down next to each other.”

Briar bites her lip as she feels her eyes droop sadly.

“No, this is just something he needs to take care of. I think it’ll bring on some personal growth.”

Madison nods, “Okay, no problem. Can I be honest with you?”

Briar sits up, nodding.

“Harry has been a new person since he met you. It’s like night and day. Before, he was a little scatterbrained. I think you bring a little stability to his life that he was missing.”

Briar’s heart could jump out of her chest. She quietly thanks Madison, scared of crying in the cafe.

“I could feel him slipping back into his old ways these past few weeks, so whatever he needs to go do, I hope it brings him back,” she places her hand lightly on Briar’s shoulder before standing up.

Briar hopes it brings him back, too.

~

A few days later, Briar heads to Harry’s house with Gus in what feels like the first time in forever. She feels like a stranger. They’ve texted here and there, but Briar is purposefully making herself busy and unavailable.

Maureen is out watering her plants along their shared fence when Briar drives up. Gus trots over to sniff her through the fence before promptly lifting his leg, nearly peeing on her. Maureen shrieks, dropping the hose and walking back to her house.

Briar laughs to herself before calling Gus back over. Gus barges into Harry’s house through his garage door like he owns the place. Briar follows him in, only to stop dead in her tracks at the site of his kitchen.

Harry is singing Elton John at the top of his lungs, placing cookies on a cooling rack. His oven is on and the counters are littered with bowls, plates and dry ingredients. She watches as he circles his hips, mixing the batter as he moves along.

“And I think it’s gonna be a long, long ti--,” Gus finally approaches Harry, to which he jumps when he feels his fur swipe his leg. “Birdie! What’re you doing here?”

She smiles, walking over to him to wrap her arms around his core. She slips her hands in the waistband of his sweatpants, making his gasp at how cold her hands are.

“Just miss ya, is all,” she smiles, closing her eyes. “What’s all this for?”

“I listened to a podcast and they mentioned doing something from your childhood that made you happy. So, I decided to make some cookies. Boxed recipe, of course,” he laughs, pointing to the slightly burnt desserts.

“That sounds like fun,” she scrunches her eyebrows, wondering what she’d pick. “I’d do a lemonade stand, I think.”

“Now we’re talking. Want to be my business partner?” Harry places the bowl down before lifting Briar onto the countertop. “I’ve missed you, baby. I’m so sorry I’ve been so in my head lately.”

Briar shrugs, not sure what to say. They kiss passionately for a few minutes, before Gus starts barking. They break the kiss, only to see Gus giving them the side eye near his food bowl.

“I fed you at home, hungry, hungry hippo!”

“Just give him some. He looks skinny,” Harry purses his lips as he walks to the pantry. He scoops a generous amount of food into the bowl, making Briar roll her eyes. The vet would say otherwise.

Her phone buzzes, signaling Madison sent Harry’s Paris itinerary. She quickly clears the notification, taking note of the departure date. Harry leaves in 8 days. Her stomach turns in anguish.

Harry guides Briar to his couch, bringing her to lay her legs across his lap. He’s staring dreamily into her eyes, but she can’t feel more disconnected to him. She knows how bad this situation is hurting him, and she doesn’t want him to move on without addressing these feelings.

Harry starts to dance his hands up her side, a clear pathway to getting in her pants. Her resolve remains strong.

“Let’s just talk, Harry,” she grabs his hand and puts it in his lap. “I feel like we haven’t been doing a lot of that lately.”

Harry nods, defeated, “I know. It’s just a weird situation that I don’t know how to navigate.”

“I agree, but that’s why we have to do it together,” she says, twisting the ring on his pointer finger. “How’s work? What’s been going on?”

“We just hired a new associate, so that should take some things off my plate. My calendar is surprisingly lighter. This might be a shift in the right direction. Or, Niall is silently pushing me out,” he chuckles.

Briar bites her lip. She has an animated face, and she doesn’t want her expression to give her secret away. Harry continues talking, so she assumes she’s in the clear.

Her conversation with Niall went well; he rolled his eyes at the idea of taking on more work, but he understands this is something Harry needs to do. His job is to play dumb at work and make Harry believe he is attending all of the same meetings. Madison even went as far as to make fake calendar invites.

“How’s your mom settling into California?” Harry asks after a beat of silence. Briar has to stop herself from groaning.

Weeks before, she drug her brothers to their childhood home to clear out junk. It was a cathartic experience; she hadn’t been there in years, but it felt like she never left. Her bedroom was the exact same; purple walls with zebra print accents. She found her pile of Littlest Pet Shop pets and Polly Pockets. It was like she was 5 again, sitting on the floor with her Dad, giving names to each pet and telling him their intricate backstories; lots of infidelity and long lost twins.

Even her oldest brother, Welles, and his new fiancee, Imani, came. He started off cold, but warmed up as they reminisced on their early days. Cormac sat quietly, unable to join in since he was just a baby at the time.

“I think she’s alright. The house is beautiful. Have you ever been to Montecito?”

Harry looks down, before nodding, “Yeah, that’s where Camille and I lived for a bit.”

“Oh. I see,” Briar says quietly.

“You should go out and see her. It really is one of the most beautiful places,” Harry says, rubbing her leg.

“Yeah, maybe,” she yawns. The pair chit chat for a bit longer, putting Briar’s mind at ease a little.

“Can you stay for a few days?” Harry asks, staring right into her eyes. “I-I can’t help but feel like I’m fucking everything up.”

This wakes Briar right up.

“H, no. I think I’ve just been trying to keep myself busy since the only thing that needs to happen now is,” Briar trails off. “You need to go to Paris.”

Harry closes his eyes. He can feel his heart hammering in his chest.

“I know,” he says quietly. “I’m just scared.”

Briar sits up, adjusting herself into a kneeled position. She grabs his hand, looking down.

“I know you are,” she inhales. “So, I made arrangements for you to go. You leave in 8 days.”

Briar feels like a ton of bricks land on her. She’s terrified to meet his eyes.

“W-what?”

Harry is stunned, feeling like all the air in his lungs left at once.

“I talked to Madison and Niall. Everything is set. You’re going to stay there for a month.”

He closes his eyes, processing what she’s saying. What about work? What about the two of them?

“I didn’t go as far as contacting Camille, so you’ll have to do that. But, I’m sure she can fit in some visits. Maybe at a park, to start,” Briar rambles. “You’ll probably have a lot of downtime.”

“A-are you not coming with me?” Harry asks, dumbfounded. His hands are trembling, waiting for her answer.

She shifts, not meeting his eyes, “No. Just you.”

Panic bubbles uncomfortably in his chest, “Birdie, please, I,” he trails off. “I can’t do that. No. No.”

“You can, and you’re going to. This is such a big moment for you, but I think you need to do it on your own,” Briar chokes out. Tears started to roll down her rosy cheeks. “You can call me any time. I’m sorry I had to do this so sneakily.”

He pulls her into his chest as he starts to cry. His heart is breaking knowing they’ll be separated for a month.

“Thank you,” he croaks. “You don’t understand how much this means to me. But I’m so gutted you aren’t coming.”

She sniffles, wiping her nose on his shirt. His chest bobbles up and down as the quiet cries take over him. She can’t help but feel like this is the end.

~

Harry sent Camille an email of his itinerary a few days prior to his departure. He profusely apologized for the last minute plans, but she doesn’t seem to mind. She’s eager, almost. But, maybe Harry is reading too far into her tone.

The family has a few activities throughout the month, but they can easily work around Harry’s time with Oliver. She even invited him to one of his football games.

Briar is sat on Harry’s bed as he looks through his suitcase one last time. He mentally checks off his toiletries, socks and underwear, not really paying any mind to his outfits.

He’s still in disbelief he’ll be on a leave of absence from work. It took a lot of convincing from Niall, but finally Harry gave in as Niall swooped him into a big hug. Harry made a list of books in his phone that he’d like to read, and museums he’d like to visit, since he hadn’t been to Paris in years. Hell, he’s barely had any free time at all.

“Are you gonna stay here while I’m gone?”

Briar’s head snaps up to look at Harry. She bites her lip, unsure how to answer.

“I think I’ll just stay at my apartment, if that’s okay,” she says quietly. Suddenly picking at her cuticles is more interesting than looking at Harry.

Harry’s heart sinks, but he understands. She didn’t ask to be part of this.

“I just don’t want to feel like the girl you have waiting for you at home.”

Harry shudders, but nods, “I get it. I want you to be comfortable. I drug you into this.”

“No, I offered to help. So I am. It’ll be okay. I just have to keep myself busy.”

Harry moves the suitcase from the bench at the foot of the bed to the floor. He looks at his folded clothes sadly and swallows thickly. He crawls to meet her on the bed, pulling her into the small spoon position. Harry starts to kiss the back of her neck, sucking a little longer as he moves under her jaw.

“Are you gonna send me lots of nudies?”

Briar inhales deeply, not missing a beat before replying, “No, you can watch porn.”

Harry gasps, “Briar Barlowe, I do NOT watch porn!”

“Mhm, sure,” she smiles to herself, still facing the other direction. “What do you even watch anyway?”

Harry thinks for a minute, wanting to have this conversation delicately, “I just try to support women in their pursuit to find lucrative job opportunities. Also known as fucking the housekeeper.”

“You are so full of shit,” she laughs.

“I like watching people fuck in the woods. And maybe almost get caught.”

Briar’s eyes scrunch closed as she giggles. That checks out, based on the number of times they’ve hooked up on the 14th hole.

“What do YOU watch, missy?”

Briar smiles, “hmmm. A lot of it we already do. But my new favorite is ‘free use’”

Harry’s stomach clenches, “That’s hot as fuck baby. You want me to just take you whenever I want? Wanna wear nothing but one of my shirts around the house?”

He continues kissing her neck as she moans out, “Yeah, daddy.”

“Wanna go downstairs and pretend to read your book? And I’ll be right there?”

Her heart races with excitement. This is just the distraction she needs. She peels herself away from him, but not before grabbing his crotch.

“Oi! Easy, Birdie.”

She scurries off to Harry’s sofa, peeling her panties and bra off as she goes. It’ll be like a scavenger hunt. She grabs a book from the shelf and positions herself on her stomach, knees bent and ankles crossed behind her in the air. The exposure feels cool against her wet cunt.

She flips to a random page, a smutty one of course. The character is pinned down, her partner kissing down her body with an ice cube in his mouth. She shivers, imagining Harry’s tongue swirling around her nipple with ice between his teeth.

She hears Harry coming down the steps. The trick to free use porn is to not say a word at first. Briar continues reading until she feels Harry come up behind her, his large hand grabbing her butt cheek and massaging it. She flips the pages, furrowing her brows and using her pointer finger to keep her spot exaggeratedly.

Harry pulls his cock out from his gym shorts and briefs before lining himself up and pressing into her. He keeps his thrusts short and shallow, not wanting to give her too much of a reaction.

Tiny gasps escape her throat, but she tries to keep her composure. For added fun, Briar starts to read her book out loud. Harry’s stomach clenches at the detail, wanting to do everything to his girl.

“‘Wrap your legs around me and tell me how much you like it, Nate says’,” Briar sighs out, slowly flipping the page. Harry has to bite his knuckle as not to cry out.

“I love reading, I wish my daddy read my naughty books with me,” Briar sighs, holding back a moan. “Oh my gosh, daddy? Is that you?”

She turns her head, a devious glint in her eyes.

“Ughn, keep reading your book, baby. Wanna hear your words.”

“‘Can you be a good girl and be quiet?’ Nate says, and I can finally start to feel his fingers under my skirt,” Briar reads out loud, her pussy clenching Harry’s cock deliciously.

Harry locks his jaw, smacking the book out of her hands. She gasps as he flips her over and starts to pound into her. He presses his hand into her bare chest for leverage. She throws her head back, a strangled cry falling from her lips.

“Love fucking you all the time, baby. Don’t know how I’m gonna live without this fucking pussy for a month,” Harry grits out.

In all their fun, it distracted Briar from the magnitude of their situation. Her mood shifts, and it’s like her cunt dried up immediately. Her heart is pumping from anxiety and not excitement. She cries out, her muted orgasm washing over her. She might as well have faked it.  

“Fffuck yes, baby. Gonna come now,” Harry grasps her cheeks with one hand, making her lips puff out like a fish. “Can you say, ‘I love you, Daddy’?”

“I wov you daddy,” she blubbers out, his hand making it difficult to enunciate.

Harry buries into her before dropping his body weight onto her and sticking his face in her neck as he pours into her, “Love you so much.”

She stares at the ceiling over his shoulder. Love fucking hurts sometimes.

~

On the day of Harry’s flight, he and Briar spend the whole day together. They got breakfast and took Gus for a walk around the public garden. Their pinkies are locked as they stroll past the once flowery oasis, spying piles of leaves on the ground.

“What’re you thinking about right now?” Briar asks.

“I’m not as nervous as I thought I’d be. I think I’m thinking of logistics. Like, if it goes well, what do we do? Do I fly to France a few times a year? I don’t think she’d let him come stay with me right away. Someone would have to fly back and forth with him,” Harry trails off, his pinkie cutting off the circulation of Briar’s.

“Well, there’s time to figure that out. It doesn’t have to be determined over night,” Briar says, leaning her head on his shoulder. Her heart has felt heavy all day. She tries not to let her feelings show on her face, because she knows Harry would back out. He has to do this.

“And I want to make sure you know where you fit in all of this. I know you haven’t said it, but I know your brain pretty well at this point,” Harry says, placing his thumb on her cheek as he turns to face her. “We’re partners. A team. I know you’re thinking you’re a burden. And you’re not; I value your input so much. Just need you to be patient with me.”

She nods silently, placing her head on his chest. Gus starts to pull on his leash toward a goose, so it stops her from crying.

“Augustus Theodore Barlowe-Styles!” Harry yells.

Briar looks at him wildly, “Um, when did that happen?”

Harry shrugs, “If you need me to sign a fake paper, I will. But I am his dad.”

Briar bites her lip, looking the other direction so Harry can’t see the pain on her face.

They continue on, returning to the car about an hour later. Harry has a parking ticket, to which he grumbles to himself. Briar laughs, snapping a photo of him holding the bright orange paper.

They return home to put Gus away and wait for the driver. Harry arranged for a driver to pick them up so they can say their goodbyes the whole drive. When the black Escalade pulls into the driveway, silent tears start to blur her vision. The man grabs Harry’s luggage and opens the door for Briar to get in.

They sit so close together, not even a sheet of paper can fit between them. He grasps her hand for dear life, not willing to let go first. The drive to the airport is excruciating, so Harry just peppers kisses in Briar’s hair, taking in long whiffs of her scent.

“I can’t thank you enough, Birdie,” Harry starts. “A month will go by in no time.”

Briar breathes in deeply, a lump forming in her throat, “Just a month.”

“Just a month.”

They sit in silence, basking in the physical feeling of one another. Harry leans down to kiss her as they pull into the terminal. It deepens, Harry gently swiping his tongue through her lips. The car comes to a stop, so Briar breaks apart. Harry feels a pang in his heart.

Briar starts to cry, a tiny sniffle escaping her. She can’t bring herself to look at him.

“I don’t want to go yet, but I have to, baby.”

She nods, squeezing her eyes shut. Her grip on his t-shirt is so tight, her hands are shaking.

“I love you, Birdie, so much. Just bear with me, please. Whatever you’re feeling…Call me. Text me. We’re in this together.”

Harry grips her thigh before opening the car door. She shuffles out after him, the bright lights of the terminal blinding her. The driver is taking Harry’s luggage from the trunk, so the two of them stand at the hood of the car in a tight embrace.

Briar’s tears are dampening Harry’s favorite Kendrick Lamar ‘DAMN.’ hoodie. He looks so soft and comfy. His hair is freshly washed, the smell of the citrus shampoo taking over their embrace.

The AirFrance attendants take his luggage away, so he only has to worry about his trusty suede duffel bag. He places one last long kiss on Briar’s forehead and pulls away. Their hands are interlocked, but don’t separate until the last second.

Harry grabs his duffel bag before sadly following the attendant inside. Briar stands still, watching him through the glass windows until he’s at the escalator. Harry presses a kiss to the pads of his three fingers before turning his hand to face her. She reaches up, pretending to grab the stray kiss, tears still falling rapidly.

“Whenever you’re ready miss,” the driver’s soft voice breaks her train of thought. She looks over at him in acknowledgement.

When she looks back to the escalator, he’s gone. Briar sobbed the whole ride home.

~

“I can’t be a step-mom, Caroline. I’m fucking 24 years old!” Briar grasps at her hair as she’s sat at brunch. She didn’t sleep for a single minute after dropping Harry off. She paced her apartment, ready to send the most Earth-shattering text to Harry.

He couldn’t have been sweeter to her. He paid for in-flight wifi so he could text her throughout. He watched movies he thought she’d like, and rated his meals. He was a fan of the yogurt parfait but not the chicken milanese. He let her know there was a woman with a young baby sat next to him, so he offered to hold the baby while she used the restroom. Briar’s heart hurt at the last part.

“Well, maybe you don’t have to be all that involved, anyway. The kid lives in France, for Christ’s sake. You could be like Luke and Lorelai in Gilmore Girls.”

Briar stares at her, bewildered, “They broke up because of the secret kid, Caro.”

“You’re right! But they found each other in the end.”

She rolls her eyes at her friend’s inability to read the room. She’s too absorbed in her new bartender boyfriend to care about anyone else now.

Briar hasn’t heard from Harry in a few hours, but she assumes it’s because of the time difference. The waiter appears, asking if the girls would like more mimosas.

“Keep them coming, please,” Caroline smiles. He nods before disappearing into the back. She looks back at Briar. “Can’t you just hold on for two weeks? That way, he’ll have a better idea of how he can manage it all, and then you can decide.”

She’s right. Briar hasn’t even given it a fighting chance; she’s just always trusted her gut and it’s always worked out. The complexity of the situation scares her.

“You’re right. I don’t even know if they’ve met yet. I’ll relax a little, I guess. How’s Max?”

Caroline nods, giving Briar a side hug, “We’re good. Taking it slow. He got out of a long relationship not long ago, too. I’m really happy, Bri.”

Briar smiles, “I’m so glad. You deserve it. I’ll try to cross paths with him a little more at Wynnewood. Does this mean you’re moving back here any time soon?”

Caroline laughs, breaking the yolk on her eggs Benedict, “Probably. I’m already sick of my parents’ house. It’s weird not knowing anyone in your town as an adult.”

Briar looks down at her phone when she feels it start to vibrate.

🦊: Are you busy?

She puts her phone in her purse so she can focus on her friend. She’ll call him later.

“I get that. Have you met anyone at the gym or anything? Maybe you can start teaching spin again,” Briar suggests. Caroline juts her lip out.

“Maybe. It’s a commitment, though.”

“Might be good for you. Think about it.”

The girls wrap up, and part ways. If there’s one thing the two of them go hard or go home for, it’s brunch. Briar decides to grab an Uber since she had a few mimosas.

The driver arrives, but he furrows his brow when she gets in.

“For Harry?”

Fuck. She’s using his account, not hers. She nods, not really wanting to disclose that it’s her boyfriend’s account. Her phone vibrates again.

🦊: Where are you going? Call me if you’re heading home.

“Fuck,” she curses under her breath. Leaning her head against the window, she lets the glass cool her now warm forehead. Harry gets pinged when his credit card is charged.

She dials his contact, about to give up until he answers on the third ring.

“Hi, Birdie. What’re you up to?”

She can’t quite read his tone.

“Hi. Not much, just got done grabbing brunch with Caroline,” she looks out the window. “H-how’s it going over there?”

“Everything here is good. I landed in the morning, obviously, checked into my hotel, and then I met up with Camille and Oliver at a park close by. It was surreal, honestly,” Harry says, putting his free hand on top of his head. “It went really well. Better than I could’ve imagined.”

Briar smiles, finally feeling genuine about this whole situation. She could cry knowing that little boy will finally get to know his father. And she knows he’ll never skip out on him from this point on.

“I’m so glad, H. Really. I bet you’ll have so much fun the rest of the time you’re there. Will you be able to have him by yourself, do you think? Or does Camille want to be there for the first couple visits?”

“I think I will, eventually, yeah. She just wants to make sure he’s comfortable, y’know? But, from what I can tell, he’s already perfectly comfortable.”

“That’s great. Maybe there’s an activity you can do together,” Briar says, but pauses. “Honestly I’m not sure how French children spend their time. Eating cheese?”

Harry laughs, pacing his hotel room. He hasn’t been this anxious with Briar on the phone since their first call.

“From what I can tell, it’s a lot of play dates. The thing is, kids are allowed to just ‘be’ here. I feel like American kids have to be occupied at all times. It was cool to see his imagination play out. Even though we only had a football with us. He got really creative with it.”

“Anyway, I miss ya, Birdie. How’s Caroline? Is she still with Max?”

“Miss you too, so much. Gus does too. I don’t take him for runs like you do. And Caro is good. Still with Max,” she says as she fumbles out of the Uber.

“Thank you!” She says to the driver.

“You home already?”

“Yeah, walking up to the door. Sorry I accidentally used your account,” Briar says sheepishly.

“Don’t apologize, my love. Charge whatever you need to on my card.”

“Thanks. I’m gonna take Gus for a walk. I love you. I’m glad you had a good day. Remember to send pictures,” she smiles leaning on her door frame.

“Love you, Birdie. Have a good night.”

“Bye. Sleep well,” she says quietly.

She starts to cry again, maybe from the alcohol. She’s happy for him. Really. But she can’t help but feel this gnawing in her soul.

~

“Olivier! Viens ici s'il te plait,” Camille calls out.

Harry is rusty at French, not needing to use it in years. Nonetheless, his boy drops the toy in his hand and enters the kitchen.

For their visit today, they’re at Camille and Theo’s countryside home. Theo took their daughter for a walk to give them space. Harry didn’t request for Theo to make himself scarce, but he appreciates the gesture.

“Harry va t'emmener chercher une crêpe. Est-ce que ça sonne bien?”

The little boy nods. Harry is translating in his head. He only recognizes is his name and une crêpe.

Even though Camille is hesitant, the crêperie is around the corner in the small town. They’d be gone for half an hour max.

“Does that sound good, mate? What flavor are you going to get?”

Oliver looks puzzled, and stares at his mom. She nods her head, “Anglais, Olivier.”

“Oweo,” he says quietly. Harry learned Oliver has a small speech impediment they’re working through. He’s made great strides throughout the school year.

“I might get that, too. Ready to go?”

The boy nods, and they both stand to head to the front door. Camille waves them off from the window.

Harry feels like a deer in headlights. Should he hold his hand?

Oliver starts to walk on the gravel road, to which Harry switches positions with him so he’s in harms way if a car were to swerve at them.

Alright, he thinks. That was fatherly.

Oliver reaches his small hand to grab Harry’s, and he feels his heart lurch in his chest. It’s so small, Oliver holds onto his pinky. He smiles, thinking of Briar.

They walk a bit longer, Harry listening to Oliver ramble on about 100 topics. He smiles and nods largely, encouraging him to keep talking. The crêperie comes into view, so they enter the shop to meet a cheery older woman.

“Olivier! Bonjour mon coeur!”

Oliver hides behind Harry’s leg and peeps out, "Bonjour mademoiselle Celine.”

“Good morning. We’d love to have two Oreo crêpes, please. I’ll also take a cappuccino.”

“Of course, sir. Tout pour mon client préféré,” she giggles, looking at the boy. Judging by their mischievous smiles, he can tell Oliver is a regular here.

“Merci.”

They sit at a small table outside on the packed patio. Oliver sits on Harry’s lap, since there is only one chair. Oliver points out birds and starts to recite the alphabet backwards for Harry.

“Parles-tu français?” the woman next to them asks.

“Not much, honestly,” Harry laughs.

“Is this your son?”

“Oh, he’s n—,” Harry stops himself. “Yes. Yes, this is my son, Oliver.”

His heart is beating out of his chest. He’s so used to not claiming his niece when he takes her out.

“Beautiful. You look like twins,” she smiles before going back to reading her book.

“Merci,” Harry smiles.

The waiter brings their crepes and Harry’s drink. He pulls his phone out for a quick selfie of the two of them, Oreo crumbs messy around their mouths. He sends it to Briar, knowing it’s the middle of the night.

“Who is that girwl?” Oliver asks, spying Harry’s screen saver. His little accent makes Harry smile.

“That’s my girlfriend, Briar. Maybe one day you’ll get to meet her. Do you want to see her silly puppy, Gus?”

“Yeah!”

Harry shows Oliver tons of videos he’s taken of Gus and photos of himself and Briar. They enjoy their time looking at pictures and singing some of the songs he’s learned at school. The two walk home together, hand in hand.

Harry doesn’t stop smiling for the rest of the day.

~

It’s noon before Briar finally wakes up on her day off. Gus is well past his puppy years, so he’ll sleep as long as she’ll let him. She leashes him up, opting to not bring her phone and take in the sunshine.

She misses being able to let him out back at Harry’s, but she deals with it. They walk and Gus sniffs around for about an hour before they make their way home. She pulls her phone on the charger to find a few texts from Harry.

🦊: Awake yet, lazy bones?

🦊:  Went for crêpes. Just the two of us.

🦊: I already feel so comfortable hanging with him, Bird. I wish you were here 🖤

There are several hours in between texts, so she doesn’t rush to reply.

🐥: Two cute guys! I’m so happy for you. Wish I was there too.

She lies.

Gus lays down, so Briar immediately heads outside with her headphones. She hasn’t taken a run in weeks, but she wants her heart to hammer in her chest from exercise, not anxiety. She’s never told Harry she runs, in fear of him dragging her for long distances. She prefers to run to a coffee shop and then walk back.

Main street comes into view once she finds a good rhythm. She’s listening to Clouds by One Direction, so her pace is quick. She passes Lululemon moms with their babies in strollers and designer dogs in tow, giving tight lip smiles.

Her favorite cafe is on her right, so she stops to stretch and even out her breathing before going in. The guy at the counter welcomes her asking what she’d like to drink.

“Can I have an iced green tea with just a pump of sweetener and a lemon?”

“Sure, coming right up,” he winks.

She sits at the counter to get off her feet.

“This might be weird, but I think you’re in one of my business classes.”

Briar cocks her head to look at him. They all have to have profile photos since it’s online. She finally recognizes him. Spencer.

“Oh, yes! Spencer, right? I’m Briar,” she reaches out to shake his hand gently.

“Yep, good memory. Are you almost done with your paper?”

Briar smiles, “Nope, haven’t even started outlining.”

“Okay, good. At least we’re on the same wavelength.”

He hands her the drink and waves her off when she tries to give him her card, “No worries, it’s on me. Let me know if you want to meet up and study some time.”

He walks swiftly into the back. He wrote his number on the cardboard sleeve surrounding the drink. Nervousness bubbles in her stomach.

🦊: Heading back to the hotel. Let me know if you’re free.

She reads Harry’s text. Re-reads it. Re-reads it again. Then she shoves her phone in her sports bra before sprinting out of the cafe.

Her music resumes at full volume, this time, Kiss You comes on. She smiles trying not to sing out loud for everyone to hear.

She makes it home in record time, running straight to the bathroom to shower. She continues playing her music, only to be interrupted by a call. She squints from across the bathroom to see the familiar fox emoji on the screen. She waits for it to go to voicemail before belting out the lyrics to Steal My Girl. Briar isn’t sure why she’s avoiding him. It’s only been 3 days. They have a long time to go.

She finishes her shower, taking the time to moisturize and do her skincare routine. Once she’s in her robe, she settles in her bed to call Harry back.

“‘Lo?”

“Hi,” She says quietly. “Did I just wake you up?”

“Yeah, but it’s okay. I think I fell asleep at 4pm,” he chuckles. “How is your day?”

“Good, I slept in and then went for a run, actually.”

“A run? How come you’ve never gone on one with me?” Harry is sort of offended.

Briar laughs, a genuine one, “‘Cause I was scared you’d make me run for miles. I like to run and get coffee or tea and then walk back.”

Harry hums, fiddling with the hem of his t-shirt. He’s not sure what else to say to her.

“Can we FaceTime? Wanna see your pretty face,” Harry says.

“Mhm,” Briar switches to FaceTime in one swift motion.

“Hi, pretty,” Harry says, his eyes lighting up.

“Hi, handsome. Looks like you already need a haircut,” she laughs.

“I know, I totally spaced getting one before I left. Although, I didn’t know I was leaving.”

Briar is quiet before asking, “How was your day with Oliver? That’s great you got some time alone with him.”

Harry beams as he tells her all the things Oliver has shown and talked to him about. He told her how natural everything feels, even so soon after officially meeting him.

“So, did Camille explain to him who you are?” Briar asks delicately.

“Yeah, but he hasn’t called me Dad or anything, yet. Papa, in French, I guess. She gave him all of my cards every year. She’s shown him pictures,” Harry yawns. “But I don’t think she ever told him the history, of course. Always said ‘maybe one day. Ultimately, Theo is raising him. That’s a bond I won’t try to interfere with. I trust him.”

“That’s good. I know I keep saying it, but I’m so happy for you,” Briar smiles softly.

“Thanks, Bird. You look awfully comfy,” Harry smirks. “Whatcha got under that robe, lovie?”

“C’mon, not now, H,” Briar blows him off.

A confused look flashes over his face, but it quickly fades.

“What? Why not?”

“I just — You’re there to see your son. I just feel weird calling and doing all this,” Briar admits.

“But it’s okay to call me while I’m on a work trip and get me riled up?” His head cocks to the side, eyebrows furrowed.

“T-that’s different.”

“How?” His nostrils flare out. “It’s not like I have Oliver here with me.”

“I don’t know, it just is. Don’t be like this, please,” she pleads.

“Okay…?” he draws out. Suddenly, her flaky behavior is not in his head. “Um, I guess I’ll let you go then. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

They both hang up with newly formed pits in their stomachs.

~

Harry woke up bright and early on day 11, getting ready to watch Oliver’s football game. They spent the last few days apart so he could visit his grandparents in the south of France.

Harry spent each day the same way; eating at a cafe, reading the newspaper, taking his French Duolingo lesson, and then hitting a museum or a park before ordering room service. Sometimes a call with Briar fits in there.

Harry smiles at the thought of his mum and sister meeting him. Gemma’s daughter, Hattie, is only a year older than Oliver. He can picture them running around in the backyard on a summer day, jumping in and out of the pool, ice lollies staining their faces.

He’s getting ahead of himself. He visibly shakes his head back and forth to focus.

Grabbing it off the side table, he looks at his phone. It’s 1AM at home, so he wonders if Briar is still awake.

🦊: Hi, Birdie. Still awake?

Briar is 5 episodes deep into Jersey Shore when her phone vibrates. Gus stirs, wondering why she’s disturbing him. Doing the math in her head, she realizes it’s 7AM in Paris.

🐥: Morning 🤍 I’m just watching TV

He doesn’t bother replying, and opts to call.

“Hi,” she says quietly, grabbing the remote to pause the TV. The tension over the last few days have been rough, and Briar knows it’s her fault. Her cold feet about going all in with Harry has consumed her. She’s been dodging his calls, calling back hours after he tries to initiate contact.

“What’re you doing up so late, baby girl?”

His gruff morning voice gives her chills. She misses his soft speaking voice gently rousing her from sleep in the mornings.

“Watching classic American television,” she laughs softly. “What’re you doing up so early?”

“I was invited to watch Oliver’s football games today. Camille’s parents will be there too, so it’ll be nice to see them.”

Briar grimaces to herself. Will it? Those people left him high and dry as much as Camille did.

“That’s nice. Were you close with them?”

“Yeah, her dad and I bonded over vintage cars and watches. And her mum is very sweet.”

Briar hums. After a while, Harry speaks up.

“You’d tell me if something was wrong, right, Birdie?”

She freezes. He’s onto her.

“Yes,” she starts off slow and questioning. “Why do you say that?”

“Not sure. It might be me. Just feeling like we’re a bit off.”

“I’m not a long distance person. You know that,” she lies. Again.

“I know that. This isn’t a long distance relationship, though,” Harry replies.

Briar opts for silence. Again.

“I need words, baby. This is never going to work if you’re not honest with me.”

She closes her eyes, “I just don’t think it’s going to work at all, Harry.”

There it is. The breaking point. The atomic bomb. The earthquake that destroys 100 cities.

Harry covers his eyes with his hand. He’s so shaky he can barely stand. A highlight reel of their time together flashes through his mind. The high highs and their few and far between lows. He’s never in his life felt so tied to another human being before. Not even his son, whom he’s just getting to know.

“You don’t mean that,” Harry presses. His heart is racing so fast it’s all he can hear.

“I don’t fucking know, Harry,” a cry explodes out of her chest. “This feels like too much, too soon.”

Harry clenches his teeth and balls his fists, “No. No, Briar. This isn’t how this is going to go.”

“Why do you get to dictate everything? This is a big fucking deal, Harry. I can’t see where I fit into this, so I’m taking myself out of it.”

“No! Baby, please. Please just wait until I’m back. There’s gonna be a plan, and I’m sorry I don’t have that for you right now. I’m so fucking sorry. Don’t do this to me. Please,” his voice breaks, exaggerated wheezing leaving his chest.

Briar holds the phone away from her ear, unable to listen to the begging. She’d cave immediately.

“I’ll fly you out. Right fucking now. Drive to the hangar and get on the fucking plane,” he seethes. 

She shakes her head, even though he can’t see her. 

“Get on the fucking plane, Briar,” the anguish in his voice shatters her heart into a million pieces. 

“I-I’m sorry,” Briar clicks off hastily. She feels like the most heartless person in the world. Violent sobs take over as she leans down to rub her face in Gus’s fur.

“Fuck, fuck, ffuck, fuck, fuck!” Harry yells. He starts to punch into the pillow on the bed, slamming his fist over and over again.

With shaky hands, he texts Camille that something came up and he’ll see them tomorrow instead. Harry crumples to the floor, feeling like he could vomit. His phone buzzes, hoping--praying-- it’s Briar. 

Harry, that’s not how this is going to work. You’re either in, or you’re out.

C

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what do i allowed:rollie pollie ollie, komi witch lara,animal mechanicals, the airport diary,bolts and blip,bubble bubble marin,dive olly dive,the adventures of massey ferguson,rob the robot,aikatsu,pretty series,batwheels,precure,finley the fire engine,robot trains,the adventures of chuck and friends,super wings,robocar poli,tayo the little bus,object shows(except goanimate object shows and object terror),veggietales,jewelpet,kirby,sitting ducks,bang dream,d4dj,love live,mewkledreamy,krew,catch teenieping,flowering heart,titipo titipo,mermaid melody,hatsune miku and project sekai,girls x heroine,banjo-kazooie,fire emblem,xenoblade chronicles,show by rock,winx club,lolirock,sanrio,1998 bob the builder,roary the racing car,ever after high,totally spies,shining star,lapis re: lights,gogobus,angel's friends,underground ernie,auto b good,vroomiz,regal academy,ricky zoom,go go cory carson,blaze and the monster machines,chuggington, cars, tokyo mew mew,thomas the tank engine and friends,budgie the little helicopter,princess pring,dream street,rilu rilu fairilu, secret jouju,jungle junction,busy buses,ojamajo doremi,balala the fairies,heroes of the city, olly the little white van,go go dino, meteor and the mighty trucks,rainbow bubblegem,trains animated series, elias the rescue boat,little robots,the stinky and dirty show, sailor moon,brum, nekopara,robotboy, puella magica madoka,fire engine ray, love and berry dress up and dance,city of friends, idolmaster,the haunted house anime,tea tea cherry,pororo the little penguin,tractor tom, sofy ruby, engie benjy, hime chen lipri, AKB0048, H2O just add water and mermaid adventures, pelle the police car,K-ON,luminary tears,legends of sparx, firehouse tales,jim henson's construction site,king of prism,ensemble stars,onegai my melody, shugo chara,go go vehicle zoo,is the order a rabbit?,idolish7,monster high,trucktown,barbie franchise,theodore tugboat,pastel memories,rev and roll, lucky star,planes,cardcaptor sakura,tugs, pop pixie and w.i.t.c.h

what i dont accept: my little pony all gens,topsy and tim,the diddleys(vehicle cartoon),mighty express,all engines go,go buster,cocomelon,rule 34,zombie land saga,flower fairy,fetish,sydney sailboat,jay jay the jet plane,breadbarbershop,the loud house,horrid henry,horror movies,teen titans go,banana goat pig cricket,secret mountain fort awesome and more

feel free to ask for requests

i hope you have a wonderful time in dreamyverse

[tillyouscreamandcry]

When in Rome: Part Two (Damiano x reader)

Summery: It had been almost three weeks since you had returned home. A full three weeks and your mind was still going crazy with thoughts of Damiano, and his with you. Not sure whether you should stay in touch or just forget him altogether, but as the saying goes; ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder.’

Warnings: ANGSSTTTT, Swearing, Drinking, Gross drunk guy who won't take ‘no’ for an answer. Vic being a boss and not standing for bullshit. 

Word count: 5,637.. Hope you like them long because I really can't stop once I get going with this fic, wow. 

A/N: I like to torture myself I guess, the angst is real, and I'm not sorry about it. Only one part left after this one! As always feedback and constructive criticism is welcome, and feel free to send a request if you have one. 

Parts: Part One. 

-x-

Hours after your plane had landed Damiano called you that night to make sure you had arrived home safe. You couldn’t help but blush over him calling to check in on you and make sure you were okay, home safe and sound. The next day he called you asking you how your day was, telling him about your new battle with jet lag and how you’d do anything to have a normal sleep routine back. He filled you in on this day at the studio with the rest of the band. The conversation flowed so naturally that you found his distance towards the end of your conversation almost concerning, he just shrugged it off as tiredness. The following week you didn’t hear much from him, you texted him a few times and barely got a reply until suddenly there was nothing. Starting to regret and wonder how stupid you had been. He probably just fed you want you wanted to hear back in Italy so you’d sleep with him. Just another stupid tourist falling for the charms of some Italian playboy.

It was 8pm on a Friday and you were going out for a friends birthday, taking a selfie in your bedroom mirror to show off your outfit, a deep red silk dress that stopped mid-thigh hugging all your curves in all the right places, wearing it has you feeling extremely good about yourself and how you looked. You posted the photo to your Instagram stories adding the caption ‘ready to party’. Getting a text from Louise letting you know she was only minutes away you walked out of your bedroom and grabbed your coat that was laying over the back of your couch. Putting it on and then quickly fixing your hair in the mirror by your apartment door before you headed out when your phone buzzed away on the small table below it. Picking it up and looking through the notifications that had appeared you saw a few messages and reactions to the photo you posted. Friends reacting with the heart eye and flame emoji’s and replying to it, hyping you up. But then you saw it. 

‘Ykaaar: wow, you look so incredible’

The last time you spoke to one another you were telling him that you hope he had a good day in the studio with the band, that was about 3 weeks ago now and it had been radio silence since. Now he’s in your dms telling you how incredible you look. You knew he’d see it and your not going to lie, you hoped you’d get a reaction from him but having him compliment you had you feeling like you did back in Italy. Heart racing, biting your lip as you read his message over and over, forcing himself back into your mind. The knocking on your front door pulled you out of your trance, snapping you back to reality. Putting your phone in your pocket and quickly stepping into your heels, you opened the door to Louise standing there with a smile on her face. 

“Woah you look hot.” She complimented you “Do I have time to change? I can't be seen in this with you looking like that” she gestured to her outfit. You rolled your eyes and laughed, walking out of your apartment, locking the door and putting the keys in your clutch. “Come on let's go, we don’t want to be late.”  

Hopping into the Uber, the destination being a club in town about 15 minutes away, Louise was chatting away about something. You swear you were listening at first but you suddenly couldn’t take your mind off Damiano and his message. Nodding away as your friend spoke next to you in the back seat you pulled your phone out and clicked on the Instagram app. Actually opening his dm this time you looked at it again for a few minutes, a small smile slowly appearing on your face. 

“Well, that was my day.” Louise finished before looking over at you “What's got you smiling?” She asked, leaning over and looking at your screen. You went to move your phone away from her but she had already seen it. “Stop it! Not the fling from Italy!”

“Louise don’t start..”

“I thought you said he just vanished like 3 weeks ago. Now he’s sliding into your dms! Gimme the phone” she went to take it from you but you playfully smacked her hands away. 

“No stop.” You chuckled holding your phone protectively against your chest. “He did stop talking to me, yeah, but I don’t know maybe I shouldn’t give up so easily.”

“Y/n the man ghosted you, after ‘promising to call you every day Amore’” she said in a bad Italian accent. “And now you’re all smiles again after him telling you that you look nice. Nope, not happening, don’t reply and ghost him back.” Part of you thought she was right, he did ghost you, leaving you to wonder what happened or if you had done something or if unfortunately, he realised that whatever you two had in Italy wasn’t going to go anywhere. But the other part of you didn’t want to give up because you knew there was something there, you knew he was meant to be in your life. 

“Okay first off never do that accent again.” Louise rolled her eyes. “And secondly, I can’t just not reply to him. I know you think I’m being ridiculous but we had something. Like really had something, I can’t explain it, it’s almost like he’s known me my whole life. There’s this pull that I have towards him and I can’t break it.”

“Y/n.. come on..”

“I know it sounds stupid and insane, Louise okay I know. But this is so dif-“

“So different, I know. You told me that when you were crying into your wine glass over his, now continued, lack of communication 2 weeks ago.” You sighed, looking down. You did cry over him. You felt kind of stupid for doing so too so you heavily blamed it on the wine you had drunk that night. “I just don’t want you getting hurt” feeling Louise grab your hand and squeezing it. You smiled and nodded at her, know she means well and just wants to protect you from heartache. 

You looked out the window and saw you had stopped at a red light just before the club. Unlocking your phone and reading over Damiano’s message once more your fingers flurried over the keyboard typing out a reply. ‘Thanks, Dami x’ sending it off just as the car pulled up at your stop. 

“No boy talk tonight.” Louise said as you both hopped out of the car “we are here to have fun and celebrate and we don’t need to be distracted by stupid Italian boys, deal?” You nodded at her and smiled. 

“Deal!”

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“Okay Woah!” Victoria said suddenly eyes glued to her phone. She is was sitting on the couch at the bands shared house, Thomas across from her playing a game on the PlayStation, and Ethan sat next to her drumming and tapping away on his legs absentmindedly while watching Thomas’ game on the tv screen. 

“What?” Ethan asked, his eyes now leaving the screen to look over at Victoria’s phone as she showed him the cause of her outburst. “She looks good”

“Good? She looks amazing, damn!” 

It was y/n photo. Victoria was casually flicking through her friends' stories when it came across her screen. The two had followed each other back when they met in Italy, along with the other band members doing so too. She liked photos and replayed to post before but this one was something else. Sending a reply ‘dammmnnn girl’ along with a bunch of flames and even the drool face emojis. Ethan chuckling beside her as he watched her do so. 

“Stop flirting Vic.” He laughed 

“I’m not flirting with her, trust me I could easily if I wanted too tho.”

“Who’s the unlucky girl that’s having to deal with you now?” Damiano’s voice suddenly spoke, teasing her. Victoria looked behind her as he walked out of their home studio, lyric book and pen in his hands as he joined them on the couch. 

“Oh, no one. Just your long lost girlfriend.” She said with a smirk. Damiano put his stuff down next to him, raising an eyebrow in confusion. “Y/n, Dami.” She told him as if it wasn’t obvious. 

“I thought you stopped talking to her?” Thomas casually said as he was pressing buttons furiously on the controller with his fingers. Because everyone knew the harder and more aggressively you pushed the buttons it obviously made a difference to how well you played. 

“Shut up Thomas,” Damiano said nudging him with his foot. 

“You did what? When? Explain now!” Victoria questioned turning her body completely so she was now sitting cross-legged and facing her friend. Damiano groaned loudly, that was the last thing he wanted to do. 

“There’s nothing to explain Vic. We just, I don’t know, fizzled out.”

“That’s not what you told me.” Thomas spoke up again, Damiano lifted his foot kicking the guitarist properly this time “Hey! Way to make me miss that shot.”

Victoria leaned forwards off the couch and grabbed the controller out of Thomas’ hand, pressing pause on the game. 

“what was that for?” 

“Spill now!” She demanded looking directly at Thomas. 

“Why are you so nosy?” Damiano asked her “there’s nothing to spill and he knows nothing.”

“Yeah like I believe that. Thomas now or the game goes in the pool” she threatened.

“Oh damn, she means it,” Ethan spoke up, watching this all unfold in front of him. He knew Victoria meant business when she wanted to know something and would often get her way and would be told whatever she wanted to know. 

“Don’t you dare!” Damiano directed over at Thomas. The blonde boy looked back and forth between his two friends. Trying to figure out the lesser of the two evils. His eyes stopped on Victoria. 

“He stopped talking to her about 3 weeks ago. Owww!” A swift punch to the arm from Damiano hit him after he said that. “Can you stop hitting me?” He asks now rubbing the sore spot on his arm. 

“Three weeks?!” Victoria yelled. “What the hell Dami. What happened to ’I think she’s my dream girl’, ‘I’ll call you every day’ and ‘I can't stop thinking about you’ hell you’re even writing songs about her!”

“I am not” he scoffed, as if he’d do that. 

“Oh yeah ‘Marlena Torna a casa’, you think we’re dumb?” 

“She’s got you there.” Ethan chuckled. They all knew what he was trying to do with that song. “So why’d you stop talking to her?”

“Why does it matter? She’s free to move on, can't I?” 

“No!” Victoria yelled again. “You really think she’s posting thirst traps on Instagram because she’s moved on? She literally doing it to get your attention! You know you can talk to us Damiano, you always have so this isn’t any different. I’ve never seen two people hit it off the way you did before. It really seemed like something special, so we are all just confused as to why you just act like she doesn’t exist.” Victoria ranted. She did think the two had some kind of ridiculous long lost lovers, romance novel kind of connection. It was almost surreal watching it unfold over the week they shared. So she was genuinely concerned as to why he was acting like this. 

Damiano sighed. He knew Vic had a point. Hell, she’d been right about everything so far. Y/n was still heavy on his mind, his songwriting was affected, clearly not as unnoticed by the others as he thought. He often found himself opening the photos on his phone in the middle of the night and staring at the few that you had together, the picture that was taken when he took her sightseeing, his arms rested naturally around her shoulders and hers on his waist posing in-front of an Italy landmark he had taken her to. The selfie he took where he had quickly turned and kissed her cheek causing her to scrunch up her nose and let out a laugh right as he clicked the camera button. The one Victoria took of the two of them sitting by the pool the day he took her to the maneskin house. She was sitting between his legs leaning back against his chest, a silly Instagram filter over their faces as they both stuck their tongues out. And the last one he took of her when they were out at dinner the night before she left, sitting out on the balcony of the restaurant. The sun setting behind her as he inconspicuously held his phone up, he said her name getting her attention, her wine glass in hand as she looked over at him caught off guard when his camera went off. That was his favourite. No pose, no filters, no silly faces, just her natural beauty. 

He saw the photo she posted earlier too. If he was going to be honest, he saw it as soon as it was posted because he had her post notifications on. Wow, he did have it bad for her. The deep red dress she was wearing complimented her skin tone, clinging perfectly to her figure. She looked incredible in that photo, and he told her that, replying to the photo just seconds after it was posted. Realising how creepy that might have come across because he hadn’t spoken to her in weeks but he couldn’t not tell her how much she took his breath away. 

All these emotions he was feeling had completely overwhelmed him leaving him lost and confused. Sure he had had girlfriends in the past, even the occasional hook up here and there, but y/n was completely different. She came out of nowhere and he was hooked from the second he saw her. There were none of that friends turned lovers trope, not even a dating app matching two single people up who had been wanting to look for a partner. He simply just saw her and fell in love. Oh god, love. Did he love her? Now that was an even more complicated question that he’d been avoiding asking himself. Can you love someone you’ve only just met? Someone who completely infatuated you within moments of meeting and a week of being with you? 

“I freaked out.” He finally spoke. “I don’t know what else to say. It’s all so ridiculous and unexpected and I got swept up in it all. Then she left and I actually had to be alone with my thoughts I just… I just thought it was best to avoid her, I don’t know. I didn’t want to hurt her, hell I hope I haven’t.” He confessed. The others all shared a look with one another then looking back over at their singer “I fucked up didn't I?” 

“No, you haven’t, I don’t think so at least,” Ethan told him. “But what you need to do is talk to her and tell her this, not ghost her for weeks.” 

“Yeah, no offence but that was stupid of you.” Thomas chimed in, Damiano couldn’t not agree with that. 

“Well, aren’t you going to yell at me and tell me how stupid I am?” He asked Victoria

“You already know I think you’re a dumbass, but if you want me to yell it at you I can.” She told him, he laughed and shook his head. 

“No, I’m good, thanks.”

“What I am going to tell you to do is call her. Maybe not right now since she out having fun and looking fine as hell so honestly don’t expect her to not be taken after this”

“Vic,” Ethan said glaring at her

“I never said I was going to be the one to do so, obviously… but again for the record, I totally could.” She smiled and flips some hair back over her shoulder as if that proved her point. “But, Ethan’s right, call her tomorrow and talk to her honestly and openly about how you feel. And don’t ghost her again”

“And while you’re not doing things, how about you stop with writing sappy songs about her. I can deal with one but I’m not going to start playing songs about your lame love life. We are way too rock and roll for your heartbroken love songs.” Thomas added, Damiano once again reached over and hit his arm, although it wasn’t as hard and more playfully this time. 

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The music pounded through the club as you and your friends danced away on the dance floor. Lights flashing around you, people singing along to the words of the song playing. 

“Shots!!” Louise yelled out at your group, coming back over to the table you’ve all been occupying for the night. You and your friends moved over closer to her as she handed them out, 2 each. 

“Not more shots” you laughed as two small glasses were placed in front of you. 

“Yes more shots!” Your other friend yelled out “it’s my birthday so we are doing them all!”

The group laughed, picking up both glasses and coming together to cheers them in the middle before drinking them both down. Scrunching your face up slightly as both lots of liquid burned down your throat. You were pretty drunk at this point which was a rare thing for you, you knew how to handle your alcohol but it was your friends birthday but you were also kind of going through a heartbreak so you took advantage of the drinks being brought tonight. 

“I’ll be back in just heading to the bathroom.” You yelled over the music. Your friends nodded heading back out to the middle of the dance floor. You walked over to the bathroom, stumbling slightly, a mix of all the drinks you’ve had and the height of your heels. Lucky it was empty, shutting the door behind you and letting out a breath welcoming the quiet as well as the cool air, your head was starting to feel the effects of the last few hours and this was a welcomed escape from the crowd and the noise. You walked over to the sink and looked in the mirror above it, you ran the water wetting your hands slightly before pressing them to the back of your neck in hopes the cold droplets would help cool your body heat down a bit. After doing so you spent a few moments fixing your hair and makeup and applying a new layer of gloss over your lips. Your phone buzzed thinking it was a friend asking if you were okay and coming back you were surprised to see it wasn’t and it was an Instagram message from Victoria instead. Laughing at what she sent as a response to your post earlier in the night you sent a few heart emojis back, too drunk to try and focus on the keyboard to make out any other kind of reply. Keeping the app open you swiped over to post another story, yet another mirror selfie only this time you poked your tongue out and held up the peace sign on your free hand before posting it. Deciding that you’d spent enough time hiding away you made sure you had your things and exited the room. 

The noise hit you immediately as you opened the door, as well as the obvious shift in room temperature. Making your way back out to the busy part of the club you felt yourself tumble backwards before an arm caught you. 

“Sorry, you okay?” The man who currently had ahold of your arm asked. 

“Yeah. Thanks.” You replied now standing back upright again. “I didn’t even see you there.”

“It's fine I think we were both not paying too much attention to what was around us.” He laughed. You smiled back thanking him once again for catching you before you fell and went to make your way back over to your friends. That was until you were stopped. “Hey wait” Turing back around you saw his hand around your arm again, holding you in place. 

“Yeah?” You asked him, trying to remove your arm out of his grip, but having no luck. 

“Can I get you a drink?” He asked. Not this again. You’d normally didn't mind, but after Italy, you’d had enough of strangers offering to buy you drinks, plus you had a group of friends waiting for you.

“No thanks.” You told him, again walking away only for him to once again hold you in place. 

“Oh come on one drink won’t hurt” he smiled “Take it as an apology for almost knocking you over.” He laughed. 

“You said sorry so that’s all the apology I need.” You were trying your hardest to be polite but you were starting to really get annoyed now and all the drinks in your system were not helping your tolerance either. 

“Come on. One drink. Hell if you are over this scene we can even head back to mine” he winked. Is this guy serious?

“I don’t think my boyfriend would appreciate it.” Oh the old ‘I have a boyfriend’ line, don’t you just love having to use that one.

“Is he here? We don’t need to tell him.” Wow, he’s relentless. 

“No, but I’m still not accepting the drink and I’m not going anywhere with you.”

“I doubt you even have a boyfriend” he challenged rolling his eyes at you. “Who goes out to a club like dressed like that and gets drunk off their ass with a boyfriend waiting at home for them.”

“What you want me to call him and prove it?” You spat, you were so over this whole encounter. 

“Go on then” shit you didn’t think he’d call your bluff. He finally let go of your arm and you looked down at your phone. Now what. Staring up at the man, who had a giant grin on his face thinking he was right. I mean he was but he wasn’t about to think he was. Clicking a number, it started to ring as you brought the phone up to your ear. 

“Hello?”

“Hey, babe? Sorry to bother you but look, this asshole won’t leave me alone at the club.” You started to explain emphasizing the word ‘asshole’ as you full-on glared daggers at the man. 

“What? What’s going on are you okay?” The voice asked. 

“What? Babe no you don’t need to come down here.” Completely ignoring the question asked to you and now making up a conversation to get the man in front of you to leave you be. “No I don’t want you to fight anyone, look I’m sure he gets it now and will back off.. Babe seriously get out of the car.” 

“Fine whatever. You’re not even that hot” the guy said bitterly as he finally left you alone. 

“Asshole!” You yelled at him flipping him off as he walked away “I am too hot” you spoke to yourself. “Who the hell does he think he is like honestly, take a damn hint, calls me ugly just because I rejected his ass, what a loser.”

“Umm, y/n want to explain what’s going on?”  Oh yeah, you’re on the phone. You heard what you guessed to be a door closing on the other end of the line. “Okay, I’m alone, what the hell is happening are you alright?” 

“Sorry I didn’t know who else to call.” You sighed. “He just wouldn’t leave me alone a-and he was holding onto me and kept pressuring me and I told him I had a boyfriend so he’d hopefully back off but then he told me to prove it and like what was I meant to do you know? I didn’t think he’d question me about it.” You ranted out, slurring over a few words with how fast you tried to explain yourself. “I’m fine now, I’ll let you go, I- I won’t bother you again. Bye Damiano.”

“Wait-“ you heard just as you started to move the phone away from your ear. “Where are you now?” 

“Standing near the bar.” 

“You’re with friends, right? Where are they?” He asked. You started scanning your eyes over to the dance floor. 

“Yeah, I am. They were dancing the last time I saw them. I went to go to the bathroom, I’m sure they are still over there somewhere.”

“You went alone? Don’t girls do that weird doubles thing when they go to the bathroom for this very reason?” He kind of sounded annoyed when asking you that. “Why would you stumble around drunk at a club alone y/n, come on I thought you’d be smarter than that.” You scoffed at that. 

“Why do you even care Damiano? I’m not a child I can look after myself. I’m not even meant to be talking to you right now anyway so I’m going.” You told him. 

“Oh, and why aren’t you?” He questioned. 

“Because I’m here to celebrate my friends birthday and have fun and Louise told me I shouldn’t be thinking about or getting distracted by stupid Italian boys who hurt me,” you told him straight out and honestly, definitely blaming that on the alcohol. 

There was silence on the other end of the phone, making you wonder if he was even still there at all. You wouldn’t be surprised if he hung up on you tho after that. The sound of him breathing made you realise he was still there. 

“Wow, okay, I’ll leave you alone then. Have a good night.”

“No Dami wait-“ He hung up before you could finish your sentence. 

Shit. 

Looking down at your phone, finger hovering over his name, tempted to call him back. You couldn’t let things just end that way, could you? You didn’t want that to be your last memory of him. But maybe it was for the best. It’s not like he cared enough to even try when he was the one to stop reaching out weeks ago. Maybe it should just end here, no matter how badly it did. Waves of emotions suddenly started crashing down on you. You felt sick, you felt extremely agitated, you wanted to cry. You want to leave, you need to leave. 

Squeezing through the ocean of people in front of you and searching around for a moment you finally spotted your friend group. 

“Guys I’m going to head out.” You said over the music. The music that you could now physically feel in your brain. A chorus of ‘you can’t leave’ and ‘no’s’ came at you all at once, along with begs to stay. “I’m done for the night sorry. Stay and have a great time for me tho.” You told them. 

“I’ll come with you” Louise offered. She really was your best friend, always willing to end her night if you needed something. 

“No, stay. Please. I’ll be fine, I’m literally going to bed as soon as I step foot in the door at home.” You told her. Holding up your phone with the Uber app open “look, the cars two minutes away, I’ll be fine, promise.”

You did your round of goodbyes, assuring Louise you’d be okay and let her know when you’re home. Wishing your friend a happy birthday once again before leaving and making your way to the car waiting for you. 

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After battling with your keys and finally getting your door unlocked you stumbled into your apartment, kicking your heels of the second you entered. Locking the door and putting your keys in the bowl on the table and dumping your coat and bag onto your couch you let out a frustrated sigh. Tonight took a turn, one that you definitely didn’t want and now all you wanted to do was crawl into bed and hide away from everyone and everything. 

Walking into your bedroom and taking off your dress, replacing it with the oversized shirt that had been casually tossed onto the bed. Quickly washing the makeup off your face in the bathroom and putting your hair up into a bun. Finally, you turned the light off and collapsed into bed ready to let sleep take over your body… But it never did. As tired and drunk as you felt your brain refused to turn off, playing the phone call with Damiano over and over in your head as a way to torture you. You wanted to call him and fix it but didn’t know if there was any point, not knowing if he would even want to hear from you at all now. Groaning loudly at your predicament and realising that you knew you weren’t sleeping anytime soon unless you did this. It was 1:30 in the morning for you at this point, not even bothering to check the time for him, you reached over to the bedside table and grabbed your phone. Clicking his number and hoping that he’d answer. 

It rang once.

Twice.

And then you heard him. 

“Need me to play pissed off boyfriend for the second time tonight?” He asked. You could hear the resentment in his voice. “Can’t seem to keep out of trouble can you?”

You wanted to hang up. Hang up and cry. 

“Did I wake you?” You asked meekly 

“No, I’m still up, sitting by the pool having a cigarette.” He told you “What do you want now y/n?” 

You didn’t even realise you were crying until a sob left your mouth. Then you realised how wet with tears your cheeks were. Closing your eyes tight, not wanting anymore to escape as you wiped your face with the back of your free hand. 

“I’m sorry.” You told him. You knew how pathetic that sounded, but you needed him to know. “I shouldn’t have said what I did earlier. I just, I was hurt, I’ve drunk way too much, my emotions all over the place and god, I hate how you are always on my mind even though you clearly don’t feel the same. You’re all I think about and I hate it because it’s almost like it’s consuming me. I hate that I let myself fall for you, hell it was one week but it felt like so much more to me and it hurts.” You couldn’t stop talking, ranting, spilling out all the feelings and thoughts you’d kept bottled up for the last three weeks, who knew some liquid courage would be all it took. “God I’m an idiot. Like that guy earlier and not able to take a hint. You don’t talk to me for three weeks yet I’m still sitting here hoping you’ll call me, even a text or a stupid Instagram message. Which by the way do you know how that felt seeing that tonight. You stop all contact with me and then all of a sudden you’re telling me I look nice, do you know how you’re making me feel Damiano?” You finally took a breath, not sure if you felt better for finally getting your feelings out, or worse because now everything you felt was out there. 

“Shit” you heard him sigh. 

Silence fell over the two of you, and not an overly comfortable one either.

“I’ll leave you alone now. Thanks for a great week in Italy Dami.” You let out another small sob, ready to hang up and now fully move on from him. 

“Wait. Don’t, please don’t hang up.” You heard him almost beg. “I just, I need a moment to wrap my head around this because this is not how I planned for this to go.” 

Sitting up in your bed, nervous about what he was going to say to you. You picked slightly at your nails anxiously waiting. 

“You know Vic yelled at me today.” He laughed “They all kinda called me out for ghosting you. Made me realise how much of a jerk I was. I was going to call you tomorrow and talk this over with you but hell, I guess now is as good a time as any… I’m sorry. Sorry if I made you feel like I used you, sorry if I hurt you, sorry for all of it. I didn’t plan to see a girl in a bar and all of a sudden have her stuck in my head morning, noon and night. I didn’t plan to hold her tightly in my arms, only for her to leave me hours later. Didn’t plan to have her so deeply embedded into my heart that now all I do is sit here until early hours of the morning while everyone is asleep writing songs about her. I got scared, I’m not going to lie I haven’t felt like this towards anyone before and I didn’t know what to do. Stupidly I thought if I didn’t speak to you I’d get you out of my head, but it didn’t and it just caused me to hurt you instead.” He confessed. “I know this won’t be easy, and we will need to have a proper conversation about it, but you drunk and me sleep deprived right now isn’t a great start but… I like you, a lot, I want to try to make this work.”

You were speechless, this was definitely not what you had expected to come of this phone call at all, yet you couldn’t have asked for anything better. 

“You wrote a song about me?” you could feel yourself blush when hearing that he did that. 

“That's what you took away from that?” he laughed

“Well..is it good?”  

“I wrote it, of course it's good, plus I had a pretty good muse.” 

You felt like you heart was going to burst from that. He’s writing songs about you, he must care. 

“So you really want to try make this work?” you asked, focusing back on the important topic at hand.

“Of course really. You drive me crazy y/n!” He chuckled. “But here's what we are going to do, you are going to go to sleep and prepare for your impending hangover.” You laughed at that “and I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“I don’t know, you’ve told me you’d call me before.” You teased

“Oh I mean it this time, and if I don’t you have full permission to get Victoria involved so that way it’s not going to end well for me.”

“Okay. Deal.”

“I’ll call you tomorrow y/n, get some sleep Amore Mio.” Hearing him call you that again sent butterflies throughout your body. God, you missed him. Missed this. 

“Goodnight Dami.” 

“Buonanotte angelo.”

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Part three ___

Taglist: @rhaellasdaughter, @que--sera--sera​, @mywritingonlyfans​, @thatmeganthing​ - If you’d like to be added to the taglist just let me know! 

[agnes-come-back-challenge]

Who wants a full comparison of episodes 1, 25, and 111 of Welcome to Night Vale? Because I love comparing these episodes and also I have no impulse control. Let’s go

(Spoilers up to episode 111, obviously. Also, I’ll bold every other segment so that it’s easier to tell which ones I’m comparing)

((This is gonna be an incredibly long post. I’m very sorry))

A friendly desert community, where the sun is hot, the moon is beautiful, and mysterious lights pass overhead while we all pretend to sleep. Welcome to Night Vale. (1)

A friendly desert community, where the sun is still hot, the moon still beautiful, and mysterious lights still pass overhead while we all pretend to sleep. Welcome to Night Vale. (25)

A friendly desert community, where the sun is hot, the moon is beautiful, and mysterious lights pass overhead, while we lay open eyed, watching it all. Welcome to Night Vale. (111)

Hello listeners. To start things off, I’ve been asked to read this brief notice. The City Council announces the opening of a new Dog Park at the corner of Earl and Summerset, near the Ralphs. They would like to remind everyone that dogs are not allowed in the Dog Park. People are not allowed in the Dog Park. It is possible you will see hooded figures in the Dog Park. do not approach them. Do not approach the Dog Park. The fence is electrified and highly dangerous. Try not to look at the Dog Park and especially do not look for any period of time at the hooded figures. The Dog Park will not harm you. (1)

One single year since two major events in our town’s history. First, the opening of our lovely, state-of-the-art Dog Park, which is forbidden, and which I will not mention again. (25)

The City Council reiterated for the 1,874th consecutive day that the Dog Park is off limits for both dogs and humans. The fence is electrified and highly dangerous etc. Hooded figures and all that. Since its construction we have shied from and feared the Dog Park. The Dog Park is neither a park nor for dogs, and so what does it even mean to call it a dog park? Why do we use language that means one thing to describe something that is entirely else? I don’t know what the word is for that place the City Council calls the dog park, but I do know it’s time to start searching for that word, and once found, to use it boldly. (111)

And now the news. Old Woman Josie, out near the car lot, says the Angels revealed themselves to her. Said they were ten feet tall, radiant, one of them was black. Said they helped her with various household chores. One of them changed a light bulb for her, the porch light. She’s offering to sell the old light bulb, which has been touched by an angel (it was the black angel, if that sweetens the pot for anyone). If you’re interested, contact Old Woman Josie. She’s out near the car lot. (1)

[none] (25)

The angels, who I can now say are angels, and will say are angels, because they are angels, held a memorial for Old Woman Josie in her house. Everyone in town came, overcome with a feeling that finally they could look at these beings and recognize them for what they were. Even the City Council attended the memorial, but refused to make eye contact with anyone. Of course, this positive, concrete identification only led to more mysteries, for if these are angels, then where did they come from? And what does that mean for us? Even now we find that we cannot voice these questions. Not because we are not allowed. But because we cannot find the words to ask. Instead we ate cake and drank coffee in the living room of Old Woman Josie, which was once just that, a place she lived. Now it is only a room. One by one, we laid our hand on the Angels’ hands, and in that moment of contact each of us, in turn, found ourselves weeping. As the party wound down, we all heard a soft pop outside. It was the lightbulb on Old Woman Josie’s porch, burning out. (111)

A new man came in to town today. Who is he? What does he want from us? Why his perfect and beautiful haircut? Why his perfect and beautiful coat? He says he is a scientist. Well, we have all been scientists at one point or another in our lives. But why now? Why here? And just what does he plan to do with all those beakers and humming electrical instruments in that lab he’s renting, the one next to Big Rico’s Pizza. No one does a slice, like Big Rico. No one. (1)

Second, and more important, it is one year since the arrival in Night Vale of our most beloved and singular citizen. (25)

A man who I know very well came into my house today, which is also his house. He laid his head, with its perfect and beautiful hair, upon my shoulder, and crossed his arms over his perfect and beautiful lab coat. I embraced him. We are creatures of touch, humans, and we retrieve so much meaning and happiness from contact. “I have become too complacent,” he said. “When I came here, I understood this town as scientifically fascinating. And then, gradually, it became my day to day life. I could no longer see the strangeness, but only my home.” “We are all guilty of that,” I said. “But I am a scientist,” he said.“Well,” I said. “We have all been scientists at one point or another in our lives.” (111)

Just a reminder to all the parents out there. Let’s talk about safety when taking your children out to play in the scrub lands and the sand wastes. You need to give them plenty of water, make sure there’s a shade tree in the area, and keep an eye on the helicopter colors. Are the unmarked helicopters circling the area black? Probably World Government, not a good area for play that day. Are they blue? That’s the Sheriff’s Secret Police, they’ll keep a good eye on your kids, and hardly ever take one. Are they painted with complex murals depicting birds of prey diving? No one knows what those helicopters are, or what they want. Do not play in the area. Return to your home and lock the doors until a Sheriff’s Secret Policeman leaves a carnation on your porch to indicate that the danger has passed. Cover your ears to blot out the screams. Also, remember: Gatorade is basically soda, so give your kids plain old water and maybe some orange slices when they play. (1)

Parents: Let’s talk about safety when taking your children to play out in the scrub lands and the sand wastes. All children in Night Vale are missing this week, so there’s no current safety issues. Hope we find them! (25)

Just a reminder to all the parents out there. Let’s talk about safety when taking your children out to play in the scrub lands and the sand wastes. You need to give them plenty of water, make sure there’s a shade tree in the area, and keep an eye on the helicopter colors. I asked my best friend and brother, Steve, to talk me through which helicopters belong to which organizations. Obviously the black helicopters belong to the World Government, although I had not realized, until Steve laid it out for me, how closely they are also associated with the Lizard People. The blue ones are Sheriff’s Secret Police, the pink ones are the new Double Secret Police, and the ones painted with complex murals depicting birds of prey diving? Well not even Steve knows what those helicopters are, nor what they want. On Steve’s chart, those are just labeled with the word RUN and then a few hundred exclamation points. (111)

A commercial airliner flying through local airspace disappeared today, only to reappear in the Night Vale Elementary gymnasium during basketball practice, disrupting practice quite badly. The jet roared through the small gym for only a fraction of a second, and before it could strike any players or structure, it vanished again, this time apparently for good. There is no word yet on if or how this will affect the Night Vale Mountain Lion’s game schedule, and also if this could perhaps be the work of their bitter rivals, the Desert Bluffs Cacti. Desert Bluffs is always trying to show us up through fancier uniforms, better pre-game snacks, and quite possibly by transporting a commercial jet into our gymnasium, delaying practice for several minutes at least. For shame, Desert Bluffs. For shame. (1)

In other news, a commercial airliner appeared today inside the home of surprised Night Vale citizen Becky Canterbury, who said she was about to get in the shower when it roared down her hallway and then disappeared, as suddenly as it had arrived. There is no conclusive evidence that this is the same airliner last seen in the Night Vale Elementary gym one year ago, but we have jumped to that conclusion and will defend it against all naysayers, violently and without mercy. Our truths may or may not be true, but they are ours, and we stand by them, even as the experts and skeptics hold aloft clipboards and intone to us about snow and mountains. Becky added that she would like to take that shower now, and that she has no idea how we managed to arrive for an interview mere seconds after the incident occurred. “My doors are locked.” she said. “My windows too. I’ve had my eyes shut for years. How did you get in here?” (25)

A commercial airliner flying through local airspace disappeared today, only to reappear at the fifth hole of the Sagebrook Pines Private Golf Club and Bulk Supplier. This disrupted all golf activities badly, as well as scaring a family of four who were perusing bulk paper towels offered at a discount price in a nearby sandtrap. I feel, for the first time, that I can articulate that this airliner had flown into some other universe, those divisions being particularly thin here in our quaint little community. This also is the cause of things like dead relatives occasionally joining us for breakfast, or the shimmering skyscrapers and crowded cities that appear for flashing moments in the sky. Of course, it also could be the handywork of the East Night Vale Cacti, the basketball team at the new East Night Vale Elementary School. Those scamps are always pulling pranks. Could they transport a large plane through multiple universes? Who am I to say? But probably yes. For shame, East Night Vale. For shame. (111)

The local chapter of the NRA is selling bumper stickers as part of their fundraising week. They sent the station one to get some publicity, and we’re here to serve the community, so I’m happy to let you all know about it. The stickers are made from good, sturdy vinyl, and they read: “Guns don't kill people. It's impossible to be killed by a gun. We are all invincible to bullets and it's a miracle.” Stand outside of your front door and shout “NRA” to order one. (1)

The local chapter of the NRA has begun market testing some possible new slogans. These include: “Guns don't kill people. Blood loss and organ damage does.” “Guns don't kill people. People kill guns.” “A list of things that kill people: 1. Conceivably anything. 2. Not guns.” “Guns don't kill people. We are all immortal souls living temporarily in shelters of earth and meat.” and “If you say guns kill people one more time I will shoot you with a gun and you will, coincidentally, die.” To vote on the new slogan, simply fire a gun at the object or person that best represents your choice. (25)

The local chapter of the NRA is selling bumper stickers as part of their fundraising week. The stickers are made from good, sturdy vinyl and they read “We genuinely do not value human life.” Cute! (111)

Carlos and his team of scientists warn that one of the houses in the new development of Desert Creek, out back of the elementary school, doesn’t actually exist. “It seems like it exists,” explained Carlos and his perfect hair. “Like it’s just right there when you look at it, and it’s between two other identical houses so it would make more sense for it to be there than not” But, he says, they have done experiments and the house is definitely not there. At news time, the scientists are standing in a group on the sidewalk in front of the nonexistent house, daring each other to go knock on the door. (1)

Scientists, and science in general, would like to remind you that some things exist and some things do not. Usually, you can apply the simple test of seeing if it is there. If it is there, it exists. If not, it probably doesn’t, but it might just be currently existing somewhere else. Existence is tricky, the scientists say. Research shows this. For instance, there is that house in the housing development of Desert Creek out back of the elementary school, the house that doesn’t exist. It seems like it exists. Like it’s just right there when you look at it, and it’s between two other identical houses so it would make more sense for it to be there than not. But it does not exist. They have proved this with science. The scientists still haven’t gotten up the nerve to ring the doorbell and find out what happens. Do you want to do it? They’ll pay you five dollars if you do. Just ring it once ok. We’ll be watching from back here. You’ll probably be fine. (25)

Carlos and his scientists, like Luisa and Nilanjana, are renewing their investigation into the house in the development of Desert Creek, out back of the elementary school. The house that doesn’t actually exist. “It seems like it exists,” muttered Carlos. “Like it’s just right there when you look at it, and it’s between two other identical houses so it would make more sense for it to be there than not.” But he says, it is actually a doorway to another world. A world he himself was once stuck in for a year. There seem to be secrets about that year he is keeping to himself. Maybe someday we will learn what they are. (111)

Lights, seen in the sky above the Arby’s. Not the glowing sign of Arby’s. Something higher and beyond that. We know the difference. We’ve caught on to their game. We understand the lights above Arby’s game. Invaders from another world. Ladies and gentlemen the future is here. And it’s about a hundred feet above the Arby’s. (1)

But here, Carlos and I sat on the trunk of that car, his car, looking together at the lights up in the sky above the Arby’s. They were beautiful in the hushed twilight, shimmering in a night sky already coming alive with bits of the universe. [...] We understand the lights. We understand the lights above the Arby’s. We understand so much. But the sky behind those lights, mostly void, partially stars, that sky reminds us: we don’t understand even more. (25)

Lights, seen in the sky above the Arby’s. Not the glowing sign of Arby’s. Something higher and beyond that. One night, years ago, two people, scared and vulnerable and loving and ready, came together for a quiet moment under that sky. And I pretended at the time to understand the lights. But a big part of recognizing the world for what it is, is recognizing when you have no idea. Invaders from another world? Harbingers of future terror? A fragment of another universe, fading into our own above reasonably priced lunch meat? Maybe any. Maybe all. Maybe none. But here is what I do know. The lights are, among other things, a part of my memory, and a part of my marriage, and a part of my love. They are a piece of my past, and I don’t need to understand them to understand that. Ladies and gentlemen the past is here. And it’s about a hundred feet above the Arby’s. (111)

The City Council would like to remind you about the tiered heavens, and the hierarchy of angels. The reminder is that you should not know anything about this. The structure of heaven and the angelic organizational chart are privileged information, known only to City Council members on a need to know basis. Please to do not speak to or acknowledge any angels that you may come across while shopping at the Ralphs or at the Desert Flower Bowling Alley and Arcade Fun Complex. They only tell lies, and do not exist. Report all angels sightings to the City Council for treatment. (1)

The City Council would like to remind you about the tiered heavens, and the hierarchy of angels. The reminder is that you still should not know anything about this. The structure of heaven and the angelic organizational chart are still privileged information. Also, angels aren’t real. “I really get tired of having to say this,” a City Council representative said to a group of disgruntled angels. “Angels aren’t real. They just aren’t.” The angels became unruly and were dispersed by a thunderclap from heaven. (25)

The City Council would like to remind you about the tiered heavens and the hierarchy of angels. The reminder is the Council is grumpy that all of this is not forbidden knowledge, but due to the new laws, they are required to inform you that the angels have made all of that information available. Stop by the house where the angels live if you want to pick up a free packet outlining exactly how all of that is organized. While the packet itself is free, it is likely the angels will ask to borrow five dollars. They tend to do that. (111)

Speaking of the Desert Flower Bowling Alley and Arcade Fun Complex, its owner, Teddy Williams, reports that he has found the entrance to a vast, underground city in the pin retrieval area of lane 5. He said he has not yet ventured into it, merely peered down at its strange spires and broad avenues. He also reports voices of a distant crowd in the depths of that subterranean metropolis. Apparently the entrance was discovered when a bowling ball accidentally rolled into it, clattering down to the city below with sounds that echoed for miles across the impossibly huge cavern. So, you know, whatever population that city has, they know about us now and we might be hearing from them very soon. (1)

Word is in about a disturbance at the Desert Flower Bowling Alley and Arcade Fun Complex. There has been the sound of chanting and machinery from under the pin retrieval area of lane five, and Teddy Williams has changed all the bowlers’ names on the electronic scorecards to “THEY ARE HERE”. This is causing some confusion and has completely ruined Jeremy Godfrey's 50th birthday party, which had rented out a few lanes for the afternoon. Jeremy was last seen drinking a light beer out of a plastic cup, shaking his head sadly as he swished the liquid around and looking out the window at the sky, mostly void, partially stars. Teddy Williams was last seen howling, commanding his militia to surround the pin retrieval area and prepare for an attack. (25)

Over at the Desert Flower Bowling Alley and Arcade Fun Complex, Teddy Williams, its owner, reported the startling news that there is nothing under the pin retrieval area of lane 5. As you may remember, there has been a tiny city of warlike people under the bowling alley for several years now, which has caused some trouble, although not a lot of trouble, because they were very tiny people. But now there is just a hole in the earth under the pin retrieval area, an empty space containing only my own memories of a night that someone I loved almost died before I had a chance to truly love him. So good riddance to whatever that town was. (111)

Carlos, perfect and beautiful, came into our studios during the break earlier but declined to stay for an interview. He had some sort of blinking box in his hand covered with wires and tubes. Said he was testing the place for materials. I don’t know what materials he meant, but that box sure whistled and beeped a lot. When he put it close to the microphone, it sounded like, well, like a bunch of baby birds had just woken up. Really went crazy. Carlos looked nervous. I’ve never seen that kind of look on someone with that strong of a jaw. He left in a hurry. Told us to evacuate the building, but then, who would be here to talk sweetly to all of you out there. (1)

I arrived at the parking lot to find Carlos, perched on the trunk of his car in flannel and jeans, his perfect hair mussed, his perfect teeth hidden. “What is it?” I said. “What danger are we in? What mystery needs to be explored?” He shook his head. “Nothing,” he said. “After everything that happened...I just wanted to see you.” My heart leapt. My heart soared. My heart, metaphorically, performed a number of aerial activities, and, literally, it began beat hard. (25)

Carlos, perfect and beautiful, came into our studios during the break earlier, and we ate lunch together out of Tupperwares. He had some sort of blinking box in his hand covered with wires and tubes. When he put it close to the microphone, it sounded like, well, like a bunch of baby birds had just woken up. Really went crazy. He asked if I remembered it. He had brought it by on the first day we had met. He had told me that it tested for materials, but he wasn’t actually sure what materials it tested for. He had just wanted an excuse to come by and talk to me. “Anyway,” he said, “I thought it was a nice memento. Back when we were fumbling awkwardly toward this life we share.” “But,” he added, “it’s a real instrument that is detecting some actual materials of some kind, so there is a good chance that everything about this studio is deeply dangerous. Please be careful.” (111)

Settling in to be another clear and pretty evening here in Night Vale. I hope all of you out there have someone to sleep through it with, or at least good memories of when you did. Good night, listeners. Good night. (1)

We understand the lights. We understand the lights above the Arby’s. We understand so much. But the sky behind those lights, mostly void, partially stars, that sky reminds us: we don’t understand even more. Good night, Night Vale. Good night. (25)

Settling in to be another clear and pretty evening here in Night Vale, this weird, weird town. I hope all of you out there have someone to sleep through it with. I know I do. Good night, listeners. Good night. (111)

[1zashreena1]

Diego Requests an Audience -1

18+, m/f, technically OCxDiego Jimenez [Power]

Summary: Princess gets the rich bad boy equivalent of a call the next day from what she thought was a fairy tale of a one night stand.

WARNINGS: Ridiculous descriptions and 'the code is more like guidelines' outlook on grammar. Is it OOC if the character was given essentially zero development in canon???

Mentions of drugs/alcohol use, no actual smut in this one but references to multiple forms of sexual activity with m/f dynamics, plus size woman+fit man, early stage sugar daddy vibes, bad boys with too much money and not enough impulse control, secondary OCs, excessive swearing (???), illegal business dealings... I mean, its DIEGO

A/N: Princess took on a life of her own and has essentially become an OC. There are infrequent mentions of her description (specifically as plus size) and her actual name in later pieces (its Bicki). She started as self-insert so she looks like me. If that is not your thing, I totally understand. And do not feel obligated to read this, I will not be offended!

I'm not a fan of "plot" so be aware that most of this series is just meandering through their relationship, angst-fluff-smut whiplash style. But with dick jokes.

Constructive criticism is always welcome. I'm an old timer at Fandom but a baby content creator.

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE read @chelsfic Princess pieces first, that is the beginning.

https://chelsfic.tumblr.com/post/613340476058304512/princess-for-1zashreena1-diego-jimenez-x

https://chelsfic.tumblr.com/post/618297838815920128/princess-awakes-diego-jim%C3%A9nez-x-reader-ficlet

Last thing before Murder Panther, I promise!

Huge, tremendous, throbbing THANK YOU to @chelsfic​ !  My fanfic creator mommy, I could not and would not have done this without you or your devious reverse psychology  You're gonna have to thwack me super duper hard with a rolled up newspaper to get rid of me because ily.

Massive shoutouts to @symbiont13​ @rosee-sensuelle​ @bunnykjm​ @mandoplease​ @nicke0115​ (y’all know what you did)

You're sitting in your car on your lunch break listening to the same song for the seventh time in a row because that is a thing that you do. When you like something, you like it. The song has pounding bass, if you close your eyes you can almost imagine being in a club. You never did get to do much of that, your twenties were spent working two jobs and sleeping in your car sometimes, so your just passed birthday weekend escapade was really something else. You've never done anything like that before and it was-

Ding-DING

Your phone chirps with a text message from an unknown number. You peer at the screen with a furrowed brow, I don't know anyone in California, must be a wrong number. You open the message cautiously, who knows what kind of weirdness it might be. 

Good morning Princess

What. No. There is no way. Absolutely not possible. Un uhh. Nope.

You should come back to NYC. I want to have you again.

Holy fucking shit. Its really him. It's Diego. Its Diego of the big brown eyes, even bigger hands, and absolutely the biggest cock you have ever seen. Diego viciously-gorgeous stupefyingly-rich incredibly-dangerous exhaustingly-insatiable Jimenez. 

Whom you most definitely did not Google upon your return home only to discover that he is an international criminal. Yeah, he's criminally hot.

You really do wish that little voice in the back of your mind was helpful. 

Yes, but he was nice to you. Really not helpful. How many times did you even come that night? There was the bed, the floor, over the back of the sofa, the kitchen counter (which he referred to as 'snack time' because he ate, and wasn't that adorable), and then that kiss/invasion of your oral cavity before you left. After he made you breakfast. And gave you a pair of Ugg boots that were magically in your size because it was cold out. Okay, so he was REALLY nice.

Wait. I didn't give him my number, what the fuck.

Hi Diego

And you hit send before you can stop yourself. What in the actual fuck am I doing?

I knew you remembered me. 😉Come up here this weekend. I want you

He wants you. He said it himself. Oh my god oh my god oh my god. Like, want-want? He saw you naked in broad daylight so he definitely knows what you look like. I want you, your mind just keeps repeating it. Hold up, is an international drug lord, cartel boss, top ten FBI most wanted man texting you with emojis???

I hadn't really budgeted on another trip so soon

Is that too much? Are you revealing your pathetic poor-ness and he definitely will not be into that?

Please🤚 Do you want to come?

Oh lordy, but he knows exactly how to word things. 

… I mean, yeah. Preferably repeatedly

Okay, yes, you've always been a pervert but something about this man only encourages you. Surely it wasn't how he laughed every time you made an innuendo. 

Then I've got you 💵😙 Princess👑

Do you want a hotel or stay with me?

Harrisburg is your nearest airport, yes?

Never before in your life have you had cause to use the word 'Baller' but here you are. Is he seriously going to fly me to him? Am I seriously going to go? What level of booty call is this?

Penthouse. Spoil me 😏

And yes Harrisburg. What are you going to do, fly me up there?? Lol

At this point you might as well see how far you can milk this. Also, apparently he knows where you live?

...yes. I have a private jet. I'll text you the info. We're going to have fun little girl😈

Well damn. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You send the entire conversation to Lisa in three screenshots. She calls you at 4:37 while she knows you're still in the car and you spend the entire drive home screaming together as best friends do. 

"I can't believe him! A private jet? Oh my god girl, you better bring home some stacks!"

"I know! Like, what the fuuuuuuuuuck! Lisa, Lisa, oh my god, Lis, what the hell should I pack?! Oh no, oh shit, I don't have any sexy pajamas!" Your high is coming crashing down. Its Tuesday, so you have two whole days to figure this out.

Her laughter is so loud it makes your speakers crackle. "After what you told me from that first night it sounds like you better pack a case of lube and an ice pack!" She dissolves into hysterics.

Well, she's not wrong. "Dude! I was so sore, I couldn't walk for days. This shit is BYOIP: Bring Your Own Ice Pack!" Lisa shrieks while you howl with laughter. 

"Okay, okay. Meet me at Macaroni Grill and we'll formulate a strategic plan of attack over carbs. We have to go to the Frederick's of Hollywood outlet." Lisa is already crafting a plan. 

"See, this is why you're my BFF!" You proclaim before you whip across three lanes of traffic to change course. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You take way more clothing than you could possibly need for a weekend but better safe than sorry. The private jet looks like it came straight out of a music video, you're afraid to even think about how much this costs. Hell, he even paid to have your car valet parked in the only locked and guarded parking garage at this tiny regional airport. There are all kinds of snacks and drinks on the plane, there's even a tiny galley and what looks like a daybed. Noted for later.

The driver who picks you up at the airstrip in New York is Bastian and he is pleasantly surprised that you talk to him. You're pleasantly surprised at how nice Escalades are on the inside. The last time you were in this vehicle you were a little, ahem, distracted.

Diego is extraordinarily pleased to see you wearing the Ugg boots he gave you. The man is all growly innuendo and (mostly) gentlemanly manners, the contrasts are mind-meltingly hot. The weekend passes in a blur of a good time; orgasms, a stroll through some really expensive stores, more orgasms, two clubs on Saturday night, another set of orgasms (Did I really let him finger me in a VIP booth??), your first time trying weed, a sleepy orgasm in a jacuzzi tub (Wet Diego, so gorgeous), the best brunch of your life, another first by having orgasms while on top of a man, and, just before you leave on Sunday evening, a very nice Brahmin purse that you gawked at in one of the stores on Saturday. 

Yet again, Diego corners you by the elevator and attempts to climb down your throat before you're allowed to leave. You have no complaints.

~~~~~~~~~~

The very next Monday you get an extremely sweet text very early in the morning thanking you for coming (all puns intended). Wednesday brings a cookie bouquet to your front door with a note stating that you don't seem like a flowers kind of girl. Incredibly early on Saturday morning is another text, he sounds like he might be a little drunk, confessing that he wants to do it again. 

You forward the message to Lisa with your own addition:

Look, all I'm saying is I'm gonna take this top shelf dick and all the gifts that come with it for as long as he wants to give it to me

It only progresses from there.

[heathers-wig]

last kiss oneshot aka a sad heathers-wig making a duncney oneshot at 1AM and getting emotional over the duncney parallels because i’m THAT bitch

listen,,,,, i know. i have no shame. making duncney content in 2020? to old taylor swift songs? my pride has evaporated, so please td tumblr, have mercy. 

also @ my few non-td mutuals and non-writer mutuals: do not judge me more than you already have please i’m begging.

available on ao3 here

I still remember the look on your face

Lit through the darkness at 1:58

The words that you whispered

For just us to know

You told me you loved me

So why did you go away?

A somber reflection of her own face stared back at Courtney as the brown eyed girl stared, saddened, outside one of the jet’s windows. The Jumbo-Jet had been flying for hours, to wherever the show’s next location was, and the rest of her team was fast asleep; even Cody, who was terrified of Sierra rubbing his feet at the dead of the night. Sierra herself had been worn out after hours of cutting out perfectly shaped pieces of paper of a Gwen silhouette and then destroying it — she had taken so much joy out of it, and had done it so flawlessly, that Courtney was sure it had become a routine over the few years Total Drama had been airing on TV. After today, Courtney would gladly join Sierra, if she wasn’t so busy making a list on how much of a back-stabbing, helio-phobic goth-loving liar that Gwen was. 

God, Gwen; just the name made Courtney want to let out one of the most pathetic sobs that had ever been seen on television. She knew it was stupid, she honestly did, that she trusted Gwen — it wasn’t anything she said, or really anything that she did, that deemed Gwen as untrustworthy, it was more like the feeling of being unsettled that came after every time Duncan’s name would worm its way into the conversation, and the way Gwen had tensed and how the goth’s cheeks would become slightly pinker, yet her skin somehow paler; in hindsight, it was so dreadfully and painfully obvious that this would happen, and how inevitable it was that this sad, beautifully breathtaking destruction would crumble down on the fragments of happiness in Courtney’s life, but maybe that’s why Courtney and Gwen were drawn together in the first place. To prove the paparazzi wrong, or maybe because Courtney really believed that Gwen wouldn’t stoop as low and confirm the public’s suspicions. However, time had slowly gone by and Courtney learned the hard, cruel way that they were absolutely right.

Chef, who had never taken any sort of liking or pity on Courtney — except when she had sued Chris, he had begrudgingly admitted that he was impressed — had been nice (or cruel, Courtney couldn’t decide which one was more accurate,) enough to show the brunette the clip herself. Herself hugging Duncan (who she now nicknamed Dumbcan in her own mind — ugh, the jerk!) so lovingly after being separated for what felt like ages, and feeling her heart soar when he said he thought of her while he was gone —

— But that was all a lie. A lie that made Courtney feel secure in her deteriorating relationship, a lie that allowed Duncan an easy way out, a lie that filled Gwen’s stomach to the brim with fluttering butterflies. Courtney had to watch, with something that felt all too familiar to horror, as Duncan and Gwen embraced and slowly leaned towards each other, all while knowing and ignoring the brunette outside who was just so happy that she had her boyfriend back and someone she could call the closest to a best friend was still in the game with her. It was almost ironic how that ended. Almost.

Now, staring out the window, Courtney couldn’t help but wander how this could have possibly happened. Of course, she knew the actual answer; Gwen falling for Duncan after her public and awful breakup with Trent, and Duncan losing interest in her as Courtney thought more and more of their relationship as long-term versus until one of them had gotten a sudden sweep of common sense and dumped the other. Whenever Courtney had tried to construct the words in her head of what she would say to Duncan when she eventually had to actually face him, the thoughts that were so carefully balanced on the tip of her tongue would come tumbling back down to the pit of her stomach. Throwing a pity party and tantrum when breaking up with Duncan would be inevitable — she knew it, as much as she didn’t want to acknowledge it — but the feeling of dread she felt when looking back on their initial relationship was too much to bear. 

It was ironic, wasn’t it, how she was the first to lean in, while Duncan had took the final lean out? And how he didn’t even have enough guts to breakup with her to begin with? Sure, it would definitely hurt, but she was almost positive that it would be nowhere near the amount of heartache she felt while watching that clip.

What killed her the most was that she could still remember the electric blue eyes of his that seemed to illuminate the darkness of night that day she rebelled, the very day she would now do anything to erase from history. The look of initial shock on his face when Courtney grabbed his face and smashed their lips together in one electrifying kiss... it was painful to remember such a time. If Courtney tried hard enough, she was sure she could hear the slight chatter of their friends behind them and the crickets around them and maybe even the humming of porch lights next to them. Possibly even pick up on the slight smell of cigarettes that followed Duncan everywhere (like his criminal record, as Courtney would snidely berate him, though those days were left to wither in the past), or unfortunately the resting puddle of vomit next to the porch. 

“Enjoy a peanut butter-less life,” he had remarked, the words still ringing in Courtney’s head almost two years later.

“Thanks,” Courtney herself had quipped, leaning up against him. “Enjoy prison,”

“I will,” the juvenile smirked. It all felt like such a long time ago. Had it all meant nothing? Maybe it had been broadcasted around the world, but it was such a private and intimate moment between them that felt like it was for them and them alone — and yet he cheated? He turned around and kissed up her best friend with little to no remorse? Did it mean anything to him? She wasn’t sure she wanted the answer. 

If it did, wouldn’t he had stayed? Wouldn’t he had wanted to talk things out, instead of hurting her in the worst way possible? Wouldn’t he have meant every ‘I love you,’ he said while they were still dating with no second thought? Did he even mean every ‘I love you’? Or were they just lies that tasted as sweet as honey on his tongue, that he spoon-fed to Courtney every now and then to keep her from leaving him.

She wasn’t sure what haunted her more; knowing that Duncan felt no regret for what he did or having a last kiss with no knowledge of its significance. 

I do recall now

The smell of the rain

Fresh on the pavement

I ran off the plane

That July ninth

The beat of your heart

It jumps through your skin

I can still feel your arms

As odd as it felt, a few weeks have gone by since her nasty breakup with Duncan. She finally got to shove Gwen (who was swelling up from her allergic reaction at a concerning rate, but Courtney had no pity left for Gwen in her heart that the goth and Duncan were responsible for breaking) off of Chris’s jet, but to her disappointment it wasn’t nearly as satisfying as she hoped it would be. Sure, seeing Gwen’s falling figure struggle to open the parachute brought a smile to her face and earned a chuckle from Heather (and a maniacal laugh from Sierra), but it wasn’t enough. She wanted to personally shove Duncan off the plane herself, but she wouldn’t be as kind to him as she was with Gwen; she’d be taking the parachute right before she shoved the fatal push.

The feeling that came after Gwen’s elimination was hard to describe — of course, sheer joy immediately after, but after the cameras stopped rolling and Chris instructed them all to head to bed, panic took its place. Courtney knew she was a target from her fellow teammates — Heather probably wanted to chop all her hair off for flirting with her dear Alejandro; Courtney almost wished the two would get together and save Courtney the heartbreak she’d have to face that there was no one left for her. Duncan would of course crave Courtney’s elimination, and Alejandro and Sierra would probably agree to anything so as long as it wasn’t them, or Cody, in Sierra’s case. Just about everything seemed to be going her way, wasn’t it? 

Courtney wasn’t even sure if she cared at this point. Should she? Of course, winning would be a great payment for everything she’s had to put up with on Total Drama, this season in particular, but at the same time, with Gwen officially out of the running, following her and going back home would feel even better. 

Home. Courtney hadn’t been there in ages, and at this point she wasn’t sure what she considered home to be. There was the pristine mansion she was raised in by her lawyer parents, and while that place might have looked like the front of a magazine cover, it felt like an empty ghost of a home. Not a single thing was out of place — not a throw pillow or piece of silverware. Her parents were either always at work, travelling for a case, or holed up in their respective offices; there was rarely “family time”. Courtney was fine with this, though; that’s just how things were for the Castillo family. 

There was Camp Wawanakwa, as evil and ironic as it was. For a few weeks, she lived with teenagers, not the reality stars they were now. When her friends from debate club sometimes dragged her to a rewatch of the first season, it was odd to see how different they were all back then, but at the same time, they really hadn’t changed at all. Though Courtney was unsure if she would ever step foot on that island ever again, it would always hold a place in her heart — good or bad? She hadn’t decided yet — for the beginning of whatever her life was now. 

Her apartment was an option, as well. It wasn’t as much home as just the place she so happened to live in. No emotional attachment whatsoever; some boxes were still stacked in a spare coat closet, all neatly labeled in a thick Sharpie. It wasn’t that Courtney was disorganized or lazy, more like there was no use in unpacking all of her belongings in a temporary home. She moved out of her parents’ mansion as college crept closer and closer, and she hadn’t lived with her parents since last summer. 

That summer felt alien at this point, looking at old photographs that were neatly organized on her cellphone. She remembered her family went on a month-long vacation in Europe, and Duncan had come to pick her up from the airport, much to her parents’ displeasure. The Castillos and Duncan did not get along, but tried to be civil for Courtney’s sake — they knew how much it could upset her when they were constantly at odds. Being civil was nowhere easy for either parties, but seeing Courtney’s happiness and hope that there was just maybe a hope that she and Duncan would be able to have a future together made it worth it.

However, seeing his arm around her waist with easy smiles on both of their lips made Courtney’s stomach lurch, just knowing what he would do a little more than a year later. It brought back too many memories that were painful to recall, and came all at once with no warning, much like a band-aid being harshly torn off the surface of a child’s knee.

That day it had been raining all afternoon, and there was still a slight drizzle and mist in the air when Courtney’s family had landed. Duncan was there, at the pickup area, with brunch for herself and her entire family from some local cafe — as much as he would deny it, deep down she just knew he was a sweetheart — and as soon as he could, he wrapped his arms around Courtney, which Courtney had gladly returned. 

The smell of rose and cigarettes, a smell that had become the twisted combination of the aromas surrounding Courtney and Duncan, filled Courtney’s nose, and she couldn’t help but bask in how glorious it felt, to simply be embraced by Duncan. No bickering, no making out, just a simple sign of affection was all it took for Courtney to feel at peace. They were so close, she could’ve swore she could feel the faint beat of his heart underneath his t-shirt.

It was such a quick, and rather insignificant moment, of their relationship, that Courtney couldn’t figure out, for the life of her, why it stuck with her. Maybe because it was insignificant in the long run it was so cherishable to her — a quick, stolen moment of sweet nothings that was caught in the middle of the timeline of her rather messy and confusing relationship with Duncan. 

Did Duncan still remember that July ninth? Probably not. Realistically, not. In fact, he was probably busy daydreaming making out with his new girlfriend in another all new spot on Gwen’s neck that made them feel something new that they never felt with Trent or Courtney. Not at all reminiscing on Courtney unwillingly falling in love with Duncan that July ninth in front of her parents, not at all remembering the imprint he left on her heart (though it did give her a sense of satisfaction that all Duncan could do was wish, as Courtney could gladly say she heard Gwen’s shrieks of terror as she plummeted towards the Earth at a rapid pace with a broken parachute).

Feeling a sudden chill in the air, Courtney runs her hands up and down her upper arms. As much as she hated him for it, she could still feel Duncan’s arms wrapping themselves around her, and she felt less colder. 

She doubted Duncan remembered the smell of lingering rain on the pavement that July ninth, or the hand squeeze and smile she gave him, or her parents finally warming up to him when he remembered their favorite brunch meal. 

She doubted he would even want to remember any of it.

But now I’ll go sit on the floor

Wearing your clothes

All that I know is

I don’t know how to be something you missed

Never thought we’d have a last kiss

Never imagined we’d end like this

Your name, forever the name on my lips

Courtney wasn’t sure what to feel; upset? Angered? Humiliated? Robbed of winning, yet again? Maybe even a little relieved? They were all emotions she had felt before on the previous times she had been eliminated from Total Drama, but considering the circumstances... Courtney decided a combination of all would be the most appropriate. 

She was upset she allowed herself to cheat for Alejandro, who she was only really using to spite Duncan (not like Duncan had even batted an eye, which admittedly really stung), and she was fully aware Alejandro didn’t return her feelings, but God, she hadn’t felt any joy in what felt like ages, maybe she felt Alejandro would, what, reward her? All she got was a kiss after she freshened up, and it wasn’t even that good to begin with — too much tongue for her liking. 

Duncan knew how to kiss me just right. Crossed her mind, but as soon as it surfaces, she shoves it far, far down.

And she was angry, so angry that she had allowed herself to be used and manipulated, on International TV no less! She looked like exactly what she was, and she did not like it in any way, whatsoever — weak. And with that, humiliation; being cheated on, blanked, used and then sent packing with that trashy, gossip-craving Blaineley of all people was such a huge hit to her pride, Courtney was unsure if her pride would ever be able to recover, even five years from now. God, that was pathetic, the thought of still being sensitive to her Total Drama World Tour experience as a full-on adult. Definition of embarrassing. Her ego was massively bruised, and had taken such a fall that Courtney was sure she would never allow herself to get close to anyone ever again. Was it selfish? Maybe. But a businesswoman has to do what she has to do to be successful and strong, and if that meant ghosting everyone and plunging herself into her work — so be it. 

However... a small, incredibly fragile fraction of herself was so relieved. Of course, she wanted to win, to show to her ex-friend and boyfriend she was more than capable of destroying them, but she had already endured so much humiliation during that season that she felt her shoulders relax a little rather than tense up before she jumped off the plane. Though the cameras didn’t show it, Courtney found herself smiling like a lunatic — like Izzy, as she had now come to realize, not that she enjoyed acknowledging it one bit — as she dived off the jet, finally free from Chris, the cameras and most of all, Duncan. 

But now that she was back at her bleak apartment, she realized that cruelly ironically enough that he was more present in her own dorm even when he was across the world, with no thought or emotion to spare in her direction. The couch reeked of him, where he had spent New Years’ Eve and where they ended up falling asleep at 4 in the morning; the coffee table underneath her bare fingers felt like him, where an engraving of D+C was proudly displayed on the corner; the fridge seemed to still have him traced all over it, where she and Duncan had a huge argument in front of before he had slipped out the words “I love you” for the first time, and even the coat racket was imprinted with Duncan, where one of his jackets still hung, firm from months of not being used. Though a part of her wanted to reach out for it and wrap it around herself for some source of comfort, Courtney knew she shouldn’t — she couldn’t. But... 

It was ridiculous. A stupid, humiliating and reckless idea that would take the mere shreds left of her ego, dignity and pride and bury them six feet under. But right now, nobody would know... there was no paparazzi or roommate around to expose her, and she did feel awfully cold....

Grabbing the collar of the jacket, Courtney wrapped it around her shoulders and (shamefully, she couldn’t believe she was allowing her pride to stoop even lower than it already had) dashed in her pristine bedroom and immediately opened one of her drawers; Duncan’s drawer, which was filled with even more memories, both good and bad. To be fair, they were once all good, but now they left a sour sting on Courtney’s tongue. She tore through the drawer, before fixating on one item and pulling it out — one of Duncan’s many copies of his infamous skull t-shirt.

Without even meaning to, Courtney found herself crumbling like a piece of wet gingerbread. How pathetic are you? She mentally scolded herself, but at that moment she found herself realizing she simply didn’t care. After a lifetime of being as cold and emotionless as she could be, a boy of all things is what broke her down. After being rid of Total Drama — for now, Courtney had to remind herself — and the travel, the cameras and the clothes, and now just in her pajamas and dreadfully Duncan’s jacket, Courtney couldn’t help but unleash the full power of the sobs that had been building up in Courtney since the breakup. 

How was she going to get past this? Would she always be remembered as the bitch that a criminal cheated on on TV? What about her future? Would this all affect her chances in office? How could her ego possibly come back from this? Most of all, how would she cope knowing that Duncan, the nuisance criminal she’s despised for around two or three years, was gone for good and was never, ever coming back, no matter how much Courtney craved for it? 

Would Duncan even miss her? Would he ever, someday in the future, when things with Gwen were rocky? Would he remember Courtney, and think of her as something he missed? Was that even a title Courtney had the chance of claiming?

Courtney craved Duncan. She wanted his presence in her apartment, she wanted his arms around her, his lips pressed on her own; she hadn’t, didn’t and probably would never have wanted a last kiss, and knowing that they were as good as done with no chance of having another stolen kiss — it was too much. How could she have let them end like this?

“D... Duncan,” The name forces itself out of Courtney’s throat and through her lips, crumpling his shirt in her hands and bringing her knees to the ground, where she continues to sob. Tossing one more item from the drawer — the wooden skull, with D+C engraved on it, looking as new as it did years ago — she hurls it at the mirror in the corner of her room, its impact cracking the glass. 

Maybe in the morning Courtney would care, but at that moment, all she wanted was to be comforted by the one person who couldn’t, wouldn’t and would never comfort her ever again. All she knew was that she would never stop craving Duncan, no matter who was by her side or made her smile and laugh and shower her with kisses — the whole time she would be wishing it was Duncan instead, sharing a kiss that would be far from their last. 

I do remember

The swing in your step

The life of the party, you’re showing off again

And I roll my eyes and then

You pull me in

I’m not much for dancing

But for you I did

Because I love your handshake

Meetin’ my father

I love how you walk with your hands in your pockets

How you kissed me when I was in the middle of saying something

There’s not a day that I don’t miss those rude interruptions

Courtney despised the nights that followed post-World Tour elimination; they were filled with nightmares of happier times that mocked Courtney, nightmares that were dressed like perfect, safe and welcoming dreams. Nightmares that felt like incredible dreams at first, until Courtney woke up and remembered how alone she truly was. 

That night it was a random, and rather insignificant, memory of a wild party that Duncan had dragged her to. It was hosted by the cousin of a friend of Geoff’s friend, and of course Geoff and Duncan insisted that Bridgette, Courtney and DJ to come with, as much as Courtney was opposed to the idea. Duncan always made impacts, for lack of better word, on the guests, that would usually result in him adding a hundred followers to his Instagram, starting a riot and Courtney having to bail him out of jail or being kicked out by the host; it was a gamble each time. 

That night, Duncan had chosen to boast in front of a group of guests on all the laws he had broken and tattoos he had gotten — just Duncan’s usual load of shit. 

Courtney had rolled her eyes and sneered in disgust — just Courtney’s typical reaction to said load of shit. “God, Duncan, those tattoos are disgusting, I don’t see how you put up with them,” She had scowled. Duncan shrugged and wrapped his arm around her, leaning into Courtney, intently watching her incredibly dark and hypnotizing (at least, they were to him) eyes widen in surprise. 

“You’re just no fun,” Duncan lamely insulted, poking his tongue out at her and showcasing his tongue piercing that made Courtney’s nose scrunch up.

“I am plenty of fun!” Courtney snapped.

“Really? Prove it,” Duncan challenged, jerking his head toward the dance floor. Courtney gave him a withering glare that would have turned anyone else to a mere pile of dust, before gripping his wrist and dragging her with him, determined to prove him wrong. Unbeknownst to her, he was grinning like an enamored puppy behind her. 

As a slow song came on, Courtney wrapped her arms around Duncan’s neck while her wrapped his around her waist as they slowly swayed around to the beat of the song. Just as Duncan dipped her down, and Courtney felt a glamorous sensation as they both leaned toward each other and —

— suddenly, Duncan impaled a hook through Courtney (that looked all too familiar to the one he had spooked her with a long time ago) that Courtney hadn’t even noticed he had, before dropping her on the dance floor, her white dress staining with red blood like wine, as everyone else continued dancing to the romantic melody, paying no glance to Courtney.

She felt light headed while her eyelids felt like three tons, and as she fell on her knees, hunched over from the wound, she couldn’t help but notice as her eyes began to flutter shut no one spared a glance at her way; not even Duncan, who was back with his friends, showcasing the book like it was a trophy. As Courtney knew she was breathing her last breath, Duncan glanced her way and gave a crooked smirk, his eyes flashing hot with satisfaction at her pain. The ocean blue in his eyes had become a ferocious storm.

Courtney had jarred awake, hot, sweaty, emotional and desperate with the time of 2:34 staring back at her from her alarm clock. Courtney sighed with relief upon the realization it was just another nightmare about her ex-boyfriend, one that was rather cheesy anyway — what she would give to not be haunted by him as she still was. Unfortunately, as much as she hated the fact, she knew he still roamed her consciousness, subconsciousness and unconsciousness because of the fact she still loved him, even after everything, and a fraction of that love would probably live on for years to come until Courtney was on her deathbed.

With that comforting thought, Courtney groaned and turned away from her clock and towards the wall, studying the plaster like her life depended on it; anything to get her away from the angry electric blue that followed her even when her eyes were sealed shut.

It was plain annoying how she knew that she still loved Duncan, no matter how many times she was forced to re-live the brutal truth that he no longer loved her whenever she came face-to-face with a tabloid at the checkout line when she would occasionally get groceries, or search his name on the Internet to see how he was coping; maybe Courtney couldn’t face the truth, couldn’t face that maybe she was no longer in love with Duncan but instead with the memories of him that were scattered about her life.

It felt odd going to her parents’ and not having to deal with her father staring Duncan down, and for Duncan to stare right back, passive-aggressively. Not to watch both men clench each other’s hands firmly while looking at the other dead in the eye when Courtney introduced them. Now whenever she went to her parents’, all she felt was the sore reminder that in the end, the Castillos were right — Duncan was nothing but trouble and pain in the end.

It was painful going to the mall without Duncan to lean on, or his hand to clutch as they would lazily walk around the shops. Or how Courtney no longer had to unfold each of Duncan’s clothes from being inside-out in the laundry or hand a mountain of objects found in Duncan’s pockets to him before stuffing his pants in the washer. Duncan used to (or maybe he still did, Courtney would have no idea,) stuff anything and everything he possibly could into his pockets — keys, empty wrappers of gum, cigarettes or small things he’d pick pocketed, even spare change (though Courtney used to mock him for still carrying pennies around — who does that? She’d tease).

“That’s what you get for always walking with your hands in your pockets,” Courtney used to barate. “Someday, you’re going to end up washing your wallet if it isn’t for me,”

“Yeah, well, you’ll always be here, so that’s not a concern,” Duncan had winked back.

All Courtney could do now was scowl at how that had aged.

Hell, Courtney found herself missing their arguments — mostly over the small and rather unimportant things, they were ironically some of her fondest memories. Half the time their arguments would end up with the two making out after Duncan had silenced her with a kiss, and Courtney was now well-aware no one would ever interrupt her in such a way ever again.

Duncan was the only person who Courtney would allow to interrupt her, though now he wouldn’t want to even listen to her, let alone care enough to plant a kiss on her lips when she was in the middle of talking. Courtney had never wanted someone to interrupt her more than she wanted Duncan to.

And I'll go sit on the floor

Wearing your clothes

All that I know is that

I don't know how to be something you miss

Never thought we'd have a last kiss

Never imagined we'd end like this

Your name, forever the name on my lips

So I'll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep

And I feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe

And I'll keep up with our old friends just to ask them how you are

Hope it's nice where you are

( TIME JUMP: 4 Months after TDAS )

Two months after coming home, Courtney found herself slowly healing from the damage that Duncan had caused on her heart. Two more months after that, Courtney found herself genuinely able to smile after that without the desire for Duncan and Gwen to be by her side; a year after that, Total Drama All Stars has been done for four months and Courtney lived day-to-day life without thinking of either Duncan or Gwen.

Courtney had been laying low for that time; obnoxious, gossip-hungry tabloids had asked for a “statement” from her whenever Gwen or Duncan or one of her ex-contestants found themselves on a headline, but Courtney shot them down every time — her ego might have taken a huge hit from World Tour and that episode from All Stars, but she wasn’t desperate enough to willingly make an appearance and be interviewed by Celebrity Manhunt.

The questions for “statements” seemed to blur over time; do you have any words of advice for Heather, who suspects Alejandro of cheating? Have you heard Trent’s new single? Rumor has it it’s about Gwen and Duncan! Speaking of Gwen and Duncan, if they were reading this, what would you say to them?

It was an endless and rather tiring cycle of the paparazzi trying to lure a reaction out of her, which Courtney refused to give into.

However, one day as Courtney was loading her groceries on a conveyor belt at the local grocery store, a headline from a tabloid caught her eye. All Courtney read were the words Totally Dramatic, and Courtney knew she should look away — they were the same magazine that publicly called Courtney a bitch a few months ago, which she would never forget. Though she had self-control in public, she found that at 11PM on a Friday night she had little to no self-control and found herself pulling open her laptop and typing Totally Dramatic in the search bar on Safari.

Almost immediately, the faces of her ex-boyfriend and ex-best friend take over her screen, with the text underneath that’s all too hard to miss — Gwuncan Engagement Rumors Confirmed!?

Courtney could feel her the pit of her stomach drop and her heart shatter as it crashed to the ground below her.

It wasn’t that she missed Duncan — she didn’t! It was just that she so good at her job of avoiding Gwen and Duncan’s names like the plague she was blissfully unaware that they had gotten back together.

She would be lying if Courtney said she hadn’t thought of reaching out to Gwen — and shamefully, it would be a lie if Courtney swore she never considered sending a drunk text to Duncan (thankfully, she never had; it was a nightmare just thinking of the embarrassment that would cause) — but always decided against it because of three reasonings; there was no way either would want to hear from her, they hated her guts and Courtney would never allow her dignity to stoop as low as it had during the third season ever again.

But now — now Courtney was sure she would never reach out. Not even a quick Congratulations! text, not a gift basket, not even show up to Gwen’s bachelorette party if she felt bold enough. Courtney was positive that she was reduced to the stalking ex, browsing through both of their Instagrams, watching them mature and fall back in love through their own photographs. It was... strange, to say the least.

What was this feeling that was erupting inside her? It wasn’t jealousy, she had gotten over Duncan months ago, but it wasn’t sadness, resentment or anger, either. It was like the feeling of realizing that, as ironically and unbelievable as it was, the two had grown up without Courtney, and all she could do was watch from a distance. Watch them slowly move on from their memories of Courtney — both bad and good — until the mention of her left both indifferent; Courtney was almost positive that being hated by the two would be less painful than knowing that at one point, they were the closest and best people in her life and now they couldn’t care less on how Courtney was.

Courtney used to watch Gwen paint and draw with such concentration that she was sure she would be held accountable for messing her art up if she just so much as breathed too loudly. The furrow between her brows would deepen and the stormy gray of her eyes would be clouded over with concentration and care, and Courtney found herself wishing that she was as passionate about something as Gwen was of her art. Sure, she had her studies in law, but Gwen’s skills — they were truly beautiful. She used to watch Gwen’s head very thrown back a little when she laughed a little too hard, and how tears would leak from the corner of her eyes from laughter so easily. Or how whenever Gwen dyed her hair again, she would unintentionally run her fingers through it all of the time, leaving Courtney wandering just how soft her hair could possibly be with her double-conditioning. But now she would witness all of Gwen’s happiness through her phone’s screen when she would look up her name on Instagram.

Courtney also used to watch Duncan do so many miscellaneous things that it would be impossible to list them all; like how his eyes would glint with joy whenever he would successfully break a law, a small shot of success and pride to keep him going. Or how, as much as he stated he hated them, always showing great amounts of concern when his friends or family were stressed and immediately began brainstorming how to make them feel better. Or how no matter how tough he pretended to be, when he slept, he just looked so peaceful that it was impossible to find yourself able to avoid falling for him. But now all she’d be seeing of him was his face plastered on a tabloid, probably with his arms around Gwen’s waist.

Maybe she was being overdramatic, but it really was ironic how at one point, she had held them both so close she could feel them breathe but now all she felt was herself slowly becoming more and more insignificant to the two of them, until she was nothing more than just a blurry memory and a face that was hard to recall among others.

Someday in the future, she could already picture herself casually asking Bridgette how Duncan was, since he was still friends with Geoff and DJ, afterall — what would she be expecting? For him to be struggling to make a living and pay rent? For Duncan to be unhappy with his life and relationship? For Gwen and Duncan to experience as much pain as they inflicted on her?

Deep down, she knew the real answer; no matter how many times they’d backstab the other, Courtney just wanted Gwen and Duncan to have the best, even if it killed her to admit it.

A small part of her couldn’t help but wonder if they felt the same about her, too.

And I hope the sun shines

And it's a beautiful day

And something reminds you

You wish you had stayed

You can plan for a change in weather and time

But I never planned on you changing your mind

Maybe one day Duncan would look back on their relationship like Courtney had been doing for months — or maybe, a small part of her hoped, he had been.

All Courtney could hope for was that someday in the future, when Courtney had found peace and Gwen and Duncan were happily moving on to whatever chapter of their lives lied ahead of them, something small would catch Duncan’s eye — a picture of her on the news, a box that reeked of memories of her, even the mere mention of her name — would send him back in time to when they were sixteen and still in love and clueless to the cruel world around them, and maybe a small part of him that he thought died when he was a teenager would blossom again with the wish that he had stayed; they would always be their own biggest what-ifs.

Courtney had planned anything and everything in her life ahead of time; one thing she hadn’t ever expected? Duncan to give up on her and leave her with a last kiss while she still craved for more. And while he had moved on, Courtney was stuck in the past, but that was okay — if he could move on, so could she, and her while that may take time, she was fully prepared to wait it out; she may have been painted as the villain of the story, but she also deserved her happily ever after.

So I'll go sit on the floor

Wearing your clothes

All that I know is that

I don’t know how to be something you miss

Never thought we'd have a last kiss

Never imagined we'd end like this

Your name, forever the name on my lips

Just like our last kiss

Forever the name on my lips

Forever the name on my lips

Just like our last

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Off on an Andventure with Roman Sionis

Part 1

Summary: Unexpected trip!

Warning: none Arthur’s Note: a serious step in direction of Reader and Roman becoming what they are later.

It had been a dismal spring. It cold and rain. Barely any sun, which for Gotham was normal but right now you were feeling particularly cooped up.

Sitting back from your drafting table you were sketching for some pieces to build up your portfolio. You had a few jobs in the fire but one was on vacation, the other was in Arkham. Both of them promised to get things started with you the first moment they had the chance.

Sighing, you looked around your studio. The spray-paint had long since painted over, your bolts of fabrics were tided up but sometimes a chill came over you being there. Maybe you should let Roman, help you find a new place. That could be the change you needed. And perhaps the busy work of it would help him.

You had noticed Roman had felt that way too. He had been pacing the penthouse and the club more than usual. Of course, the construction in the penthouse, was probably not helping his mood. His usual massages and even acupuncture treatments had not helped.

Harley was working on his last nerve these last few days, tonight instead of her causing a scene it might be him.

You would wear something pretty to distract him. You knew how much he loved being a good host, the best host. You did want that little annoyance getting the better of him.

Going, upstairs you changed into one of your favorite summer dresses. It was a cute retro cut, a style you had always enjoyed but this particular cut, Roman convinced you to try and it had turned out to be a great.

The light blue of this dress was like a sunny day! Letting, your hair down, and combed it out. You smiled at your reflection, you turned feeling lovely you took the next taxi to Roman’s.

*****

“Zsasz, where is she?” Roman paced, and shook his head. “Go and put our suitcases in the car.”

Zsasz, shrugged his shoulders. “Sure boss.”

Roman, looked down at his watch. What possibly could be keeping you. At least he had thought ahead. He packed the items, of yours here that he liked and bought all the rest. He ran his fingers through his hair, tugging a little in frustration. Going, to his bar he poured himself a scotch. He inhaled it. Leaning, there he debated about whether he should pour himself another.

Normally, he would have already have flown down. Most likely he’s lounging either on the beach or pool. He was grateful to have set that meeting. It was one of his biggest suppliers for alcohol and the finest foods.

He needed to get out of town! He also knew that you needed it too. You had been so on edge as of late.

Joker, had been really annoying you. One of these nights he could see him finally saying something and you would lose your cool. Which, to be honest it amused him. You were always so calm. You calmed him better than Zsasz ever did.

Maybe on the way to the airport, they’d swing by your studio. He knew that sometimes, you’d turn off your phone and work. That was probably why you had not called back of showed up.

The elevator dinged announcing it’s arrival. Breaking, into his thoughts. A pair of clicking heels, made a smile spread across his face. You were finally here! Now all of you could leave.

Coming out into the hall, seeing you he was very happy. He went up, easily lifted you and twirled you about. “Hi baby, about time!” He lowered you down. He pressed a kiss into your cheek. “Let’s go! Zsasz is putting the suitcases in the car.” He leaned over and pushed the button, it dinged and wrapping an arm around your waist he ushered you back into the elevator. Reaching into his pocket, he slipped his sunglasses on with a contented sigh. Time for a vacation of sorts to begin.

“Roman, it is so wonderful to see you this happy. But..” you grimaced. “what going on? I’m confused.”

“Baby, we’re about to fly off.”

“What?”

“I have a super important meeting and I’m bringing you with me!” He squeezed your hip. This was a big step for him, and he was incredibly excited if he really admitted it to himself that he was happy you would be at his side.

“Oh, this is great we need to get out of here!”

He smiled at you. “That was my thinking.”

Soon, they were down in the garage. “Get in the car baby, I need a word with Zsasz. He gave your bottom a pat.

Zsasz, was putting the last suitcase into the trunk.

“Zsas,” He took his glasses off. “Tell me something. Why did, Y/N not know about is leaving? I figured she would have at least checked her phone on the way here.”

Zsasz, he saw grow serious and grim. “Boss?”

“Yes.”

“I was so distracted by the suddenness of this. That I...umm forgot to message her.” He pressed his lips together, scratching the back of his head as he looked away.

“Zsasz...” Anger boiled up but then be swallowed it down and exhaled. It was a good thing they were about to leave. The rushing of the blood in his head calmed and slowed again. He inhaled before speaking. “Alright. We all make mistakes. She is here now and we can leave.”

“I’m sorry, boss.” He could see his regret.

“Ok. Let’s go.”

He turned and scooted into the Rolls beside you. He squeezed your thigh. “We will have a great time.” He said as Zsasz, came and closed the door.

*****

“Now as for you needing stuff.” He said to you, while he walked through the private part of the airport that led to the private jet. It belonged to his family. And he was grateful he could use it without fuss.

“Roman...” You cut him off in your excitement. “I could have packed super fast.”

He smirked and looked at you, his eyebrows raised above his sunglasses.

“What?”

“Baby, when I didn’t hear from you.” He tilted his head to one side smirking. “I went shopping. I bought you everything you could possibly need.”

“What!”

“I am sure you will love what I chose for you.” He smiled. “And we can always go shopping down there.”

The smile you gave him made him feel good. In this last two weeks of absolute frustration and irritation he realized more that he did enjoy having you about.

“Thank you, Roman.”

“Baby, nothing is too good for you.”

*****

Shock filled, never would you have expected this today. You glanced all around, this private portion of the airport. You had never seen it before.

You stopped for a moment, as you saw the plane. “Roman?” You swallowed.

He made a dismissive gesture. “Belongs to the family. Usually can’t always just use it. But my father is actually on good terms with this one particular partner of mine. So no issues, for once.”

“Ahh...well I...I..thank you for bringing me.” You gushed as he let you go up the steps to board first. You looked back down at him.

He smirked at you. “You think I could replace this view?” He chuckled. “Baby, you’re my girl. You’re the only one I want me with me.”

Zsasz, coughed behind Roman.

“We want you there too.” Roman, added. “You and I will some good hands at poker down there.”

“I’ve learned some new tricks, boss.”

“We’ll see about that.” Roman chuckled.

Getting up there then, Roman helped you to where the two of you would be seeing.

You looped your arm with his. “Roman, I am so excited. I’ve never done anything like this.” You kissed his cheek.

He took his sunglasses off and put them on the table in front of the two of you. “Get used to it. I got big plans, baby.”

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Have you got what it takes to become an astronaut in the new era of human spaceflight?

by Adam Hawkey

Astronauts Bob and Dough made it to the International Space Station in a privately funded vehicle. NASA

Millions of people watched breathlessly as astronauts for the first time successfully travelled to the International Space Station (ISS) in a privately funded spacecraft, SpaceX’s Falcon 9 rocket and Crew Dragon capsule, on May 30. The historic launch, which marks a new chapter in human spaceflight, is likely to lead to renewed interest in spaceflight.

So, what exactly does it take to become an astronaut? And can we expect the requirements to change as more private companies get involved and we go on longer journeys?

During the space race of the 1960s, NASA selected an elite group of air force and test pilots to orbit the Earth and to ultimately land on the moon. These pioneers were well accustomed to taking risks and pushing their hardware to the limit. They were later described as having “The Right Stuff” when it came to the physical and psychological characteristics required to be a space farer – a term that is now synonymous with astronaut selection.

Crew dragon docks with the ISS. NASA

Nowadays, thanks to advances in technology and a greater understanding of the requirements of spaceflight, scientists, doctors, engineers and even journalists have all joined the most exclusive club on (and off) Earth. Of the estimated 100 billion people who have ever lived, fewer than 600 individuals have travelled into space. It is therefore a unique profession and one that not all of us are suited to.

Current criteria

Currently, NASA stipulates that applicants must meet certain criteria. First, you must be a US citizen, though some have changed their nationality to fulfil this requirement – including UK-born Michael Foale and Piers Sellars.

You must also possess a master’s degree in science, technology, engineering, or maths, or a Doctor of Medicine degree. In addition to that, you should have at least two years of related professional experience. Alternatively, 1,000 hours of pilot-in-command time on a jet aircraft will do, which is particularly important for the pilot and commander roles. And finally, you have to pass NASA’s long-duration flight astronaut physical test.

Similar criteria are set by other nations, including the European Space Agency (ESA). Essentially, candidates must demonstrate aptitude in a range of attributes. These can generally be broken down into four distinct areas, and may change going forward.

Education: The pilot and commander roles for a space mission will always favour those from a military/test pilot background. But modern spaceflight crews have to undertake a far wider range of duties pertaining to science and engineering than their pioneering predecessors. While on the ISS, crews have to ensure the integrity of experiments and keep the station operating efficiently and safely. Therefore, having a detailed knowledge of scientific processes and engineering principles is essential and will continue to be so.

Psychology: Emotional stability is a crucial trait for any astronaut to have, but the psychological requirements are much more comprehensive than simply controlling one’s emotions. An ability to demonstrate good reasoning, high levels of concentration and memory, spatial orientation (especially crucial when there is no up or down in space) and manual dexterity are also important factors.

With longer-term flights to the ISS and eventually Mars planned, it will be increasingly important for astronauts to be able to work well as a member of a team, be flexible in their approach to resolving problems and have empathy for their fellow crew.

Physical: Whether it be due to the high g-forces during launch or the microgravity environment in Earth orbit, the human body is pushed to its limit throughout a spaceflight mission. Therefore, it is fundamental to mission success that astronauts are medically and physically capable of surviving such diverse and challenging conditions.

In addition to successfully enduring a barrage of physical fitness tests, astronauts must also have 20/20 eyesight (correction allowed) and a seated blood pressure of 140/90 or below. While there is technically no age restriction, the average astronaut candidate is around 34 years old. So long as you are fit enough there appears no limit to this – John Glenn flew on the space shuttle aged 77.

Training: To be able to go to space, astronauts also have to complete an assortment of activities designed to prepare them for the various aspects of their mission. Exposure to high speed manoeuvres in jet planes and increased g-force in specially constructed centrifuges prepare the astronauts for some of the physical challenges they will experience during launch and landing procedures.

Training in water. NASA

They also practice in-flight procedures like eating, drinking and using the lavatory during short periods (~25s) of simulated “zero-g” flights using converted passenger jets.

Longer periods of weightlessness can be created in vast swimming pools such as NASA’s Neutral Buoyancy Laboratory. There, astronauts, kitted out in full spacesuits, can train alongside full-size mock-ups of ISS modules. This allows crews to carry out run-throughs of upcoming missions.

Space tourism

The official space agency route to becoming an astronaut is no longer the only way to get a ticket into space though. Since the early 2000s, the ISS has hosted private paying guests. The success of NASA’s Commercial Crew Program will continue to facilitate safe, reliable and cost-effective access to and from the ISS. This will likely include an increase in visiting private astronauts.

As these guests will not be as “hands-on” as their fellow astronauts, they will not have to fulfil as stringent criteria. This will likely allow more people access to space. However, this private option will not come cheap. NASA estimates that, in addition to launch costs, these space tourists can expect to pay around US$35,000 per night.

Becoming an astronaut is probably, and not surprisingly, one of the most difficult career paths to pursue. That said, those who have achieved their astronaut “wings” describe it as a hugely rewarding profession. So, if you have the required passion and related characteristics then perhaps you too have The Right Stuff.

About The Author:

Adam Hawkey is Associate Professor in the School of Sport, Health and Social Sciences at Solent University

This article is republished from our content partners over at The Conversation under a Creative Commons license.

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The Top 128

The Top 128

Here are the 128 LEGO sets I am using in my Best LEGO Sets of 2020 competition, where you have the chance to vote for your favourite LEGO set of the year

(1) Mandalorian Battle Pack - Brickset Link

(2) Golden Mech

(3) The Razor Crest

(4) 501st Legion Clone Troppers

Ferrari F8 Tributo

International Space Station

AT-AT

The Mandalorian & The Child

Pirates of Barracuda Bay

Nintendo Entertainment System

1985 Audi Sport Quattro S1

Street Sweeper

Bespin Duel

Duel on Mustafar

Pirate Ship

Adventures with Mario

A-Wing Starfighter

Attack on the Burrow

Chinese New Year Temple Fair

Boba Fett

Monkey King Warrior Mech

Mini CLASS XERION

The Taiga Adventure

Armored Assault Tank

Obi-Wan’s Hut

LEGO Trains 40th Anniversary Set

Journey to the Skull Dungeons

Kylo Ren’s Shuttle Microfighter

T-16 Skyhopper vs Bantha Microfighters

Forest Fire

(31) Lloyd Avatar - Arcade Pod - Brickset Link

Skull Sorcerer’s Dungeons

Avengers Truck Take Down

Lion Dance

Crocodile Locomotive

Easter Bunny

Marvel’s Studios Iron Man

Year of the Rat

Fairground Accessory Set

Monkey King

Frankenstein

Baking Competition

Lamborghini Sian FKP 37

Ariel’s Storybook Adventures

Monster Truck

Construction Bulldozer

Ice-Cream Truck

Passenger Airplane

Bullet Bill

Bo-omb

Peepa

Kai Fighter

Empire Dragon

Jay Avatar - Arcade Pod

Stormtropper

Resistance I-TS Transport

Dr Wu’s Lab: Baby Dinosaurs

Forbidden Forrest: Umbridge’s Encounter

Hogwarts Astronomy Tower

Hedwig

Iron Man Mech

Avengers Speeder Bike Attack

(63) Spider-Man Mech - Brickset Link

Wonder Woman vs Cheetah

1989 Batwing

(66) Black Widow’s Helicopter Chase - Brickset Link

(67) Avengers Tower Battle - Brickset Link

Iron Man Armory

Ducati Panigale V4R

Sith Troopers Battle Pack

Golden Zane Accessory Set

Ocean Exploration Ship

Safari Off-Roader

Jungle Raider

Kai Avatar - Arcade Pod

Resistance Y-wing Microfighter

Anakin’s Jedi Interceptor

Brick-build Minions and their Lair

4 Privet Drive

Book Shop

Kai’s Mech Jet

Luke Skywalker’s Landspeeder

BigFig Pig with Baby Zombie

The Panda Nursery

The Pillager Outpost

The Illager Raid

Grand Piano

Fire Dragon

Townhouse Toy Store

Easter Egg

Drag Racer

Concrete Mixer Truck

Police Dog Unit

Mail Plane

Stunt Team

Ocean Mini-Submarine

Ocean Exploration Base

(98) Welcome to the Hidden Side - Brickset Link

Spinjitzu Burst - Kai

Cole’s Speeder Car

Jay and Lloyd’s Velocity Racers

Wu’s Battle Dragon

Poe Dameron’s X-wing Fighter

Star Wars Advent Calendar

Mos Eisley Cantina

Death Star Final Duel

Hogwarts Room of Requirement

Joker’s Trike Chase

Iron Man

Nissan GT-NISMO

Stephanie’s Play Cube - Baker

Gamer’s Market

Sith TIE Fighter

App-Controlled Top Gear Rally Car

Knights of Ren Transport Ship

Andy Warhol’s Marilyn Monroe

Police MF Accessory Set

Mobile Crane

Police Helicopter Chase

Police Helicopter Transport

Ocean Exploration Submarine

The Lighthouse of Darkness

Death Star II Battle

Fiat 500

Old Trafford - Manchester United

Haunted House

Elf Club House

(128) Creative Blue Bricks

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$TAR***Existence 1994* & Establish 2000*- JETMODE PRO- Business/Companies JETMODE PRO- UK LTD/*JETMODE PRO- WORLDWIDE LTD*/*JETMODE PRO- WORLDWIDE INTERNATIONAL UK LTD.;-WORLDWIDE/;-CEO OVERSEER MANAGEMENT DIRECTOR.;-{Written Decree;-JETMODE PRO- .;-Of Companies House/COMPANIES SEAL NUMBER Of JETMODE PRO-  :-:  JETMODE PRO- UK LTD.;-DECREE OF Businesses/Companys/Companies -Worldwide International Group;-TRUE###.;-JMPRO- I/We/Us/You .;- Reasons-Organisations RIGHT’S/LAWS.;- AYESHA UZEME OFEREH-MUGBEH.;-No Change Of Name{Planing/Proposal/Religious/Marriage-Wedding/Family-Friends/Different Traditions-Language Worldwide International Groups.;-Senior Management Director Executive.;-Miss AYESHA UZEME OFEREH-MUGBEH.;-faithgodstar1@gmail.com{0208 265 6775 - 07958640255  info@jetmodepro.co.uk  WWWJETMODEPRO.CO.UK }.;-JMPRO- .;-GROUPS COMPANIES:JMPRO- .: COMPANIES SEAL NUMBER OWNER.;-CEO Mr ISAAC UZEMEFETAH OFEREH-MUGBEH;-..Look Up With TRUE###.STAR***JMPRO- *19/5/2020*.;-UK-POLICE.;-{MY BUSINESS/COMPANY'S IS THE REAL DEAL BY WRITTEN DECREE OF LAW. 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Family name.;-OFEREH-MUGBEH.;- To Tony Grave(Director-Cis Security Company)the job i did for at the time at lewisham homes/Cancel. the payment was not made to me/Isaac of £1,500 out TAX . Cis Security Company)-THINK BACK,[ 9A st johns vale Deptford SE8 4EA].TONY THIS IS NOT A JOKE 11YRS GOING 12YRS PUT MY LIFE BACK-TELL LEWISHAM TO PAY US.-SE8 4EA].TONY THIS IS NOT A JOKE 11YRS GOING 12YRS PUT MY LIFE BACK-TELL LEWISHAM TO PAY US/ME/KIDS-BUSINESS/COMPANY TONY THIS NOT A JOKE ANYMORE THIS IS MY LIFE ALL OF YOU TAKE AWAY FROM ME/US/KIDS-TONY TELL LEWISHAM POLICE/ CATFORD POLICE (POLICE PAY ME/US YES- POLICE MY FATHER. 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JUSTUS MUGBEH.(NEIGHBORHOOD OFFICER- WORKING FOR YOU).Director.;-Ayesha Uzeme Ofereh-Mugbeh;-Law -TRUE###STAR***18/03/2020 FACEBOOK ARE SEEN THIS COMPANYS LAWS.;- JUST LIKE.;- JETMODE PRO- USA LTD - JETMODE PRO- SMART DEVICES ENTERTAINMENT LTD-{Professienal Accessories's} - JETMODE PRO- SHINE CLOTHING & FRAGRANCE LTD - JETMODE PRO- TREEILLIONARE INVESTMENT - INTERPIECES - TRADING BANKING WORLD LTD.;-{Organization's/Private/Business-Company's - Bankings/Book Keeping/ProfitLink Selling & Buying EnterPrise/Economic Corporations-Corporate Group/P.R.-{MumberShips Private Book Keeper With Thin Bank's Worldwide}Banking Investment-Digital Advertising Press Contal Outlet info Enterprise.;-JETMODE PRO- AFRICA GROUP WORLDWIDE INVESTMENT LTD .;-"WaterLine Industry"/"Industry"-Building Constructions/Building Society Regulations/Materials-Control/Contractors/Control Fees-Conservations Investment-Fees/MumberShip Log}.;- I/US/ WE/ JETMODE PRO- Of JETMODE PRO- UK LTD.;-JMPRO- Terms & Conditions- LAWS Are in USE WORLWIDE WRITTEN DECREE!!!}.;-GODSTAR***JETMODE PRO- AFROCAN WORLDEWIDE UN LTD.;-JETMODE PRO- COMPANIES RELINQUISHMENT PROFESSIONAL INVESTMENT WORLDWIDE LTD.;-Working & Pensions-Divdends-Contractors Contol -Individuals Ability/Compatibility Course Of Knowingly Independence Motivation - Supplies Commercial Industry.;$*-£* TRUE###. 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$TAR***Existence 1994* & Establish 2000*- JETMODE PRO- Business/Companies JETMODE PRO- UK LTD/*JETMODE PRO- WORLDWIDE LTD*/*JETMODE PRO- WORLDWIDE INTERNATIONAL UK LTD.;-WORLDWIDE/;-CEO OVERSEER MANAGEMENT DIRECTOR.;-{Written Decree;-JETMODE PRO- .;-Of Companies House/COMPANIES SEAL NUMBER Of JETMODE PRO-  :-:  JETMODE PRO- UK LTD.;-DECREE OF Businesses/Companys/Companies -Worldwide International Group;-TRUE###.;-JMPRO- I/We/Us/You .;- Reasons-Organisations RIGHT’S/LAWS.;- AYESHA UZEME OFEREH-MUGBEH.;-No Change Of Name{Planing/Proposal/Religious/Marriage-Wedding/Family-Friends/Different Traditions-Language Worldwide International Groups.;-Senior Management Director Executive.;-Miss AYESHA UZEME OFEREH-MUGBEH.;-faithgodstar1@gmail.com{0208 265 6775 - 07958640255  info@jetmodepro.co.uk  WWWJETMODEPRO.CO.UK }.;-JMPRO- .;-GROUPS COMPANIES:JMPRO- .: COMPANIES SEAL NUMBER OWNER.;-CEO Mr ISAAC UZEMEFETAH OFEREH-MUGBEH;-..Look Up With TRUE###.STAR***JMPRO- *18/5/2020*.;-UK-POLICE.;-{MY BUSINESS/COMPANY'S IS THE REAL DEAL BY WRITTEN DECREE OF LAW. AND ALSO OF LAW OF BUSINESS/COMPANYS-COMPANIES LAW OF LAW OF JUSTUS WORLDWIDE.;-JETMODE PRO- OF JETMODE PRO-UK LTD}.;-(UK) THINK AGAIN CIS SECURITY AND LEWISHAM/CATFORD POLICE THIS NOT A JOKE -YOU ARE NOT LOOKING AT LAW'S OVER THIS AND MY HUMAN RIGHT IF THIS MAN YOU KNOW JUSTUS OTHER NAME{OFEREH}MUGBEH.;ADD:-{9 WHICHER CLOSE NEW CROSS, LONDON SE14 6HS{0208 692 0055}UK.;- I KILL HIM- YOU KNOW YOU CAN NOT DO ANYTHING TO ME{Overseer-Owner/President Executive Chairman.-;{WorldWide}.;-JMPRO-.;COMPANIES SEAL NUMBER ONWER.;-CEO Mr, ISAAC UZEMEFETAH OFEREH-MUGBEH.;-{JETMODE PRO- BILLION-TREEILLION DOLLAR POUND ORGANISATIONS WORLD LTD.;-Gold & Diamond Sell-Buy/Cash Credit Purchase/Shiver/Data Policy/EnterPrize+EnterPrise-ProfitLink Selling & Buying/Africa Group Gold & diamond Producers/Production Creative Investment.;-JETMODE PRO- AFRICA GROUP WORLDWIDE LTD}.;-{JETMODE PRO- SMART INVENTIONS TECHNOLOGY-GADGETSOFTWARE SOLUTIONS ENTERPRISE LTD} - {JETMODE PRO- PROFESSIONAL UN LTD.;- JETMODE PRO- TIME WORLD PRODUCTION  TECHNOLOGIES TRUE LTD.;-{Film/Music Industry/Movies+Universal Pictures Group Studios - Cameras-Spy/Face/Eyes-Electronics & Photos Software - Email Network key system - Studios Creative Production Event Entertainment Sim  Device Industry System's Networking Pro-duction's-MumberShips Logs-Bookings.;-JETMODE PRO- P.R. 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THIS NOT A JOKE THINK 12YRS OF PAIN IN ME AND MY KIDS PAY US.;-I JETMODE PRO- HAVE LAWS OF BUSINESSES/COMPANYS/COMPANIES.;- UP KEEP OF TERMS AND CONDITIONS OF LAWS OVER OR CEO AND DIRECTOR'S UP KEEP OF JETMODE PRO- OF JETMODE PRO- UK LTD - JETMODE PRO- WORLDWIDE LTD...LOOKING UP WITH TRUE###.-Lookup With TRUE###.STAR***-THERE IS A DEVICE/SIM/CHIP-;{Which have no RIGHT/HUMAN RIGHT TO IT/THEM-INTERNATIONAL HUMAN RIGHT LAW Of CIVIL LAW/GENENVA CONVENTION.;-Confict International of Law to Law ie.;-JETMODE PRO- INTERNATIONAL LTD.;- JETMODE PRO-WORLD ORGANISATIONS LAND TRUST WORLD LTD.;- Us/ WE/I Of Terms & Conditions WORLDWIDE WRITTEN DECREE Of Our LAW Of LAW-THE HEGUE INTERNATIONAL LAW ARE IN USE WORLDWIDE!!! };-{JETMODE PRO- AFRICA TRUE EMPIRE INVESTMENT GROUP WORLDWIDE LTD.;-SuccessfulWorldWide Money Transfers-Bond/Income Bond-Market-Businesses/Company/Companies{ Shares & Stacks-Capital Investment Economics-Fixed-set Bond Rates & Dividends-Relinquishment Pro-fessional Holding & Investment Pensions Incomes Bonds-Shares-Stock/Money Saving System Janior Stocks & Shares-Bonds}.;-JETMODE PRO- COMPANIES INVESTMENT GROUP WORLDWIDE LTD.;-{I/Us/We/You-International Deposit Life Insurance Protection Investment Bond-Government Bonds Systems-Payment Gateway}.;- LIKE INSIDE MY BODY{HEAD}TELEPORT ie-{by teleportation by energy/magnetic into/inside brain field- by food/ drink/ and blood-device in stomach As POISON-FROM OTHER'S BY MAGIC INTO MY BODY}-THE POLICE KNOW THIS MY FATHER(JUSTUS MUGBEH) IS A DEAD MAN...TRUE###.STAR***24-02-2020-THINK MY SIA SILL IN DATE PUT MY THINGS BACK THIS NOT A JOKE MY FATHER IS A DEAD MAN-C.I.A/FBI/ POLICE!!! Family name.;-OFEREH-MUGBEH.;- To Tony Grave(Director-Cis Security Company)the job i did for at the time at lewisham homes/Cancel. the payment was not made to me/Isaac of £1,500 out TAX . Cis Security Company)-THINK BACK,[ 9A st johns vale Deptford SE8 4EA].TONY THIS IS NOT A JOKE 11YRS GOING 12YRS PUT MY LIFE BACK-TELL LEWISHAM TO PAY US.-SE8 4EA].TONY THIS IS NOT A JOKE 11YRS GOING 12YRS PUT MY LIFE BACK-TELL LEWISHAM TO PAY US/ME/KIDS-BUSINESS/COMPANY TONY THIS NOT A JOKE ANYMORE THIS IS MY LIFE ALL OF YOU TAKE AWAY FROM ME/US/KIDS-TONY TELL LEWISHAM POLICE/ CATFORD POLICE (POLICE PAY ME/US YES- POLICE MY FATHER. JUSTUS MUGBEH.(NEIGHBORHOOD OFFICER- WORKING FOR YOU).Director.;STAR***14/4/2020-MANAGEMANT/MANAGERS DIRECTOR.;-JOSHUA O.;-JETMODE PRO- TRUE BROTHERS PRODUCTIONS PROMOTIONS & DESIGNERS LTD-{Active Event/Films/Radio/Videos/MumberShips}.;- GODSTAR O.;-JETMODE PRO- PRIVATE JETSITE LUXURY YACHT-BOAT CRUISE LTD.;-{Jet/Yacht Executive Club/Management Booking/Private Here/Air & Sky Listing/Carrier Airline Private Booking - MumberShips Logs}.;-{Owner CEO Management-Overseer Director:-*{WORLDWIDE}.;-*{faithgodstar@hotmail.co.uk).;-Isaac Uzemefetah ofereh-mugbeh;-Of JETMODE PRO- :-Business/Companies.;-JETMODE PRO- UKLTD.info@jetmodepro.co.uk WWW.JETMODEPRO.CO.UK .;-STARTUP ADD:-9a St Johns Vale Deptford London, SE8 4EA;-Management/manager’s Director’s.;-{WorldWide;-Wisdom O ;- JETMODE PRO- TRUE BID STOCK & SHARESLTD.;-{truestariuom@gmail.com};-/Joshua O/Godstar O/{Senior Executive Managerial Director.;-*{WorldWide}*.;-JMPRO- .;-Dr.Miss. 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