#Yall should do that too! You! Drink water! Eat something! Sit and be calm for a moment.

[sketchy-tour]

A wilting flower is not always beyond healing. It'll just take time.

[santigarcia]

Blue Book 📘

Human Touch Part Five

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

word count: 1.6k

rating: T for sexual references, one mention of daddy kink, drunk Nathan

summary: You tell Nathan you love him and his reaction isn’t what you expected. 

a/n: thank you all so much for reading this series! let me know what yall think! thank you to @punkpascal and @sergeantkane​ as always!!

It’s rare for you to wake up in the mornings and Nathan be beside you. He’s almost always up early and working, picking up from where he left off the night before. He works hard, and you’re not entirely sure what he’s working on. Just lots of code and then he’ll disappear into his lab for hours at a time.

So, when you wake up next to him, you can’t help but smile. You curl into him, his body warm in the chilled room. He stirs from your movement and you whisper an apology. His eyes peel open and there’s a soft grin on his face.

“G’morning,” he says, rubbing his eyes.

“Good morning,” you smile and lean up to kiss his cheek. He smiles into the kiss, but his eyes have closed again. He’s still very sleepy.

He’s so cute like this, so relaxed. It makes your heart hurt how much you love him.

And it slips out.

“I love you, Nathan,” you whisper. His once sleep heavy eyes open. You say it again with him looking at you, a little louder this time. But he heard you the first. He sits up and reaches for his glasses. He mumbles something and disappears into his computer room and closes the door behind him.

And it stings.

Every question now comes into your mind. Does he not love you back? Does he love you but just didn’t say it? Did you say it too fast? Was it the wrong time? Is he not interested in love? What if he breaks up with you?

You stay in bed for longer than you should letting these thoughts repeat over and over in your head.

What if he’s not capable of love?

You sit up and shake your head, as if trying to shake the thoughts out of your mind. You decide something to eat will help for a moment at least. But when you make your way to the kitchen and take a bite of something, your stomach lurches.

You go sit out in the living room with a glass of water. You curl up on the couch and you feel cold. It’s not cold in the room, but cold from memories. What if they mean nothing now?

You need something to distract yourself. There’s a book on the coffee table. It’s always there. The cover has fallen off from being read so many times. The actual title of the book is lost on you because it’s been blocked out by a black marker. The book is full of notes, you can tell it’s Nathan’s handwriting. Blue ink in tight capital letters are etched across the pages. You start reading but soon you just start to read Nathan’s notes.

It’s somehow a diary of his mind mixed with quotes he likes from whatever book this is.

Near the book in the middle, you see a note he’s written at the bottom. It says, “I love her, but I can’t tell her.” When did he write this? Is it about you? You’ve seen him write in this book before. Did he ever think you’d pick it up? It’s always on this table in plain sight.

You get the feeling you weren’t supposed to see this, and you put it down.

A shower, that’s a good idea. Clear your head. You’re doing your best to avoid Nathan. You’re too embarrassed and scared of what he might say.

You decide to shower in ‘your’ room. The room that has all your stuff in it, but you never sleep in. You shower, and then decide for a nap.

But you can’t sleep.

You reach for the remote and turn the TV on. Which is something you’ve never really done. The TV channels are all camera feeds throughout the house. And you gasp to find this discovery. You land on the channel of Nathan in his lab. He’s leaning against the counter and he’s drinking heavily. There are several empty bottles scattered around him.

You can’t help but feel guilty.

He downs the contents of one of the bottles, and he drops it on the table. You watch in horror as the glass shatters. He slams his hand down on the table, and you quickly see red. You won’t watch this anymore.

You weave your way through this maze of a house and bang on his lab door. Surprisingly, it opens, and you run inside. Nathan, in a drunken stupor, is holding onto his hand, not sure of what to do it seems.

“Come on,” you grab his arm and drag him away from the shards. You take him to a bathroom. You close the toilet lid and make him sit down. You reach for a first aid kit under the sink and start to clean off his hand.

“Ow! Damn it!” he yells when you run his hand under water from the sink.

“Nathan,” you scold him, “Let me do this.”

You know he’s still drunk because he starts to ramble. He’s spouting off poetry and slurring the lines.

  Now folds the lily all her sweetness up,

And slips into the bosom of the lake.

So, fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip

Into my bosom and be lost in me.

You hold his gaze for a moment, and he sighs heavily. You know what’s on his lips. You can tell by the look on his face what he wants to say, but he can’t find the words.

“Nathan.”

He breaks. His voice falters and he nods, “I do, I love you.”

Your throat feels tight and tears well up in your eyes. You can’t help but let out a small giggle, of course him telling you he loves you couldn’t be normal. He’s drunk off his ass sitting in the bathroom while you pull a glass shard out of his hand.

Luckily, it was only the one piece. And when his hand is wrapped and cleaned, you make him go to bed.

He’s out like a light and lightly snoring the second he hits the pillow. You kiss the top of his head and leave him to sleep. You return to the living room, feeling giddy with your new information. You grab the blue inked book again and find the page where he’d written that he loves you. You smooth your hand over the ink. Something about touching the words makes them sink in deeper, he’s written them on your heart.

You must have fallen asleep because you jolt awake when you hear his voice. He’s drinking one of his green health shakes and has a towel around his shoulders.

“Hi,” you greet him and sit up with a yawn. The book is still in your hands.

“Hey,” he chuckles softly and sits down opposite you. He takes a drink before setting down the glass on the coffee table. “I’m sorry about earlier. That you had to clean up my mess.”

“That’s what you do isn’t it? Help out the one you love?”

His eyes hold yours for a moment, his lip twitches. He reaches up to scratch his beard, and he rubs the top of his head.

“Did you mean it?” you ask him, suddenly worried now it was only a drunk confession and not one he meant to slip out. “That you love me back?”

“Of course, I meant it,” he leans forward and takes the book from your hands. He sees what page you’re on and he taps the words with his finger. “See?”

“When did you write this?”

“Don’t remember.”  A lie.

“When did you write it? Nathan!” You laugh, you know his tells.

“Look, shit, I wrote it like two days after I met you. But I thought it was just a high from the fucking. But it wasn’t. You came into my mind and never left. You know, I’ve started a sticky note wall for you now.”

Your heart hammers in your chest, and you feel the tears back in your eyes.

“Can I read them?”

“Maybe,” he chuckles, ears tinged pink again. “I mean maybe, cuz my handwriting it shit.”

You share a laugh for a moment before it falls into a comfortable silence. You stand and curl into his lap and he sighs with content wrapping his arms around you.

“How’s your hand?”

“Stings a little, but it’s fine. It’s my head that’s fuckin’ killing me. I got so shitfaced. I didn’t know how to tell you.”

“I knew, or well I hoped. But I wanted to know.”

“Crazy as it sounds, I’ve never done this. Not like this.”

“The day drinking clued me in,” you smile. And he groans a little, touching his head.

“I used to drink all night to turn off my mind before you came here.”

“So, I’m your alcohol?” you tease and snuggle into him deeper.

“Bustin’ my balls tonight damn,” he kisses the top of your head. “You’re my source of calm.”

“What is this book anyway?” you ask flipping it over, still trying to find out what it is.

“Oh, it’s 1984.”

“And you’re Big Brother, right? Or maybe….Big Daddy?”

“Oh, fuck I like that,” he purrs. You can feel him writhe under you. He’s getting turned on.

“Wait, hold on,” you laugh, “can I eat first?”

“If I can eat your pussy under the table.”

“Works for me,” you smile and kiss his lips. “I love you. I love you.”

“I love you,” he sighs, still tasting the words on his tongue. He decides it’s a good taste.

Before you get up to eat (and be eaten) you pick up the blue pen next to the book on the table. Nathan watches you write “I love you” next to his confession. You lightly blow on the ink, so it dries before you close the book. A new chapter of your lives has begun with three simple words.

xx

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[whump-town]

A Cumbersome and Heavy Body

Chapter Five: They Told Me That The End Is Near

Summary: Stubborn until the very end, Aaron Hotchner isn’t going to go down without a fight. It’s just getting hard to tell the difference between fighting them and fighting the cancer.

Word count:  3195

Author’s Note: I’m about to fuck yall all kinda of ways-- buckle in babies cause shit is GETTING FUCKED

Warning: the subject of this fic is cancer and it’s treatment, cursing, maybe out of character (idk, man. hotch is weird)

Welcome to the final show Hope you're wearing your best clothes You can't bribe the door on your way to the sky You look pretty good down here But you ain't really good

She hates everything about labeling his days as “good” or “bad”-- this stupid emphasis on each thing that he does and how well he can perform it. The doctors will ask how he is, nearly expecting to be told something other than like he’s dying, and that always frustrates her beyond words. She can feel Hotch tense each time, looking to her in his desperate attempt to conjure a lie they will believe. “Good” or “bad” and he wants to say “okay” so that they don’t poke him more. So they don’t stand him up in the room and run their hands down his sides feeling for more swollen nodes and inclinations to infections or whatever other bad nonsense will rear its ugly head.

Mostly, she hates how there are “bad” days and there are days that aren’t gut-wrenchingly horrible but they aren’t “good” either.

Tuesday he’d smiled and sat for three hours with Reid. The genius turned on the sofa to face Hotch in the recliner, rocking himself gently as he spoke about anything and everything on his mind. Emily had watched them for a moment from the kitchen, shocked at the painless ease Hotch was sitting with. Enjoying something close to normalcy as Reid doesn’t look at Hotch and see the sickness overcoming his pale skin. Doesn’t see how tired he is or how weak. He’s just Hotch and they’re sitting in the living room talking about quantum mechanics and then attachment theory and diagnosing schizophrenia.

For three hours there is so much normalcy to their chaotic lives. For three hours there is “good” and for the remaining hours after Reid leaves there is something close to right in the middle. It’s fighting tooth and nail over some supplements he’s supposed to have in this meal replacement that tastes like chalk. She chases the fight with vodka and he locks himself in his office to drink the meal replacement in the sort of isolation that affords him endless frustration with no outward consequence. He ends up sitting in there and hoping she forgives him for being such a pain in the ass. He knows she probably will.

Then he does something stupid, something entirely brought on by impulse.

“You’re a fucking asshole.”

He can’t finish the job on his own, the clippers shaking painfully in his grip. His arm hurts and he can’t stand long enough to get the whole thing even. “It’s falling out, anyway.” He tells himself that it doesn’t matter, that he should be lucky he made it to this age without losing it. He tries not to think about it, mostly. To the way that his father used to smile at him and rustle it just to see the strands sit in all kinds of directions. How Haley would curl against him, arm over his shoulders, and brushing the strands as they talk.

But it’s just… hair. Mostly.

And “good” had melted into bad as Emily stood over him, running the clippers through his remaining hair. She’d cried and he had too but he had the free hands to wipe those tears before she could see them. She’s always the strong one, the least he can do is pretend for a moment.

Standing behind him, she can see every bone in his back. His pale skin stretched over each vertebra, like the hard pressure across knuckles clenched tightly. The plethora of scars in various stages of healing-- several from tubes and wires and tests and others from the childhood he refuses to speak of. A canvas with a story right there for her to see. There are no real secrets between them anymore.

The last bit of hair falls and she looks at what they’ve done. “You’ll have to wear a hat,” she tells him. She steps out of the tub, using his shoulder to balance herself. “I always thought you had a weird-shaped head but now I know.” There’s nothing abnormal about his head, she’s just thinking about how cold he always is. That at least now he’s got an excuse to wear a beanie inside and how he’ll look like a dork with the assortment of color and variations Garcia’s going to knit the second she catches wind of this.

She offers him her hands so that he can stand too and it’s a testament to their proximity that his shirtlessness isn’t strange. She’s watched his skin ease apart under the pressure of a scalpel. Sat beside him on the bathroom floor, head on his shoulder as the night moved on but they both knew he’d be back here all together too soon to get up. The scars are nothing to the vulnerability that he’s shown her.

Standing she… she sees the protrusion of his collarbone. Of the harshness, the invasion of the central line snaking into him. It overcomes her and she pulls him into her. Throwing an arm over one shoulder and around the other, pinning him against her. “I love you,” she whispers turning her face into his neck.

Her warmth seeps into him, in every place that her skin rests against his. The desperation in her tone makes him smile, the way that she holds him. He’s empathetic to her pain but it feels good to be held, to be loved like something someone is terrified to lose. “You know,” he says. “I kind of figured. You’ve stayed around too long for someone who, supposedly, hates me.”

She laughs. How many times had she gone out of her way to mumble “I hate you” at him? For waking her up to make her go back to bed so that she doesn’t spend her whole night on the floor as miserable as him. To have something to say in the face of the scary things that happen, when he squeezes her hand too tight or when he’s that numb calm she knows is no good.

“I do hate you,” she sniffles.

He laughs. An actual laugh. “Good,” he replies, wrapping his arms around her. “Good.”

Wednesday he makes her French Toast with a black beanie pulled down over his ears, one she’d seen only in the winter to stave off the threat of the ear infections the icy fingers of the wind give him. They talk while they eat and it’s a truly monumental thing to be shared between them-- a meal.

There’s something about sitting there and watching him perfect some glorified egg bread that annoys her. Knowing that likely, tomorrow this will be like a slap to the face. A taunt to see him now and then. Today he will the Aaron that she knows. The Aaron that peers over her shoulder while she’s trying to do things, baiting her into pointless arguments with his bad French and even worse German. To the Aaron who walks soundless and who grins when he turns up silently behind her and makes her yelp with a jump.

She watches the ease in which he takes to his french toast bleed away like the color in his face until lunch brings one of those meal replacements and he can’t do it. Then she finds the french toast she thought he’d eaten in the trash where he’d purposely tried to cover it. Knows that next week they’ll find the meal replacements didn’t work and do something else to his poor body. Cut another hole, insert another tube.

She hears him fall that night.

After hearing him laugh loudly over some stupid thing she’d said.

After playfully fighting with him over stealing one of his sweaters-- he has so many it’s not going to kill him to let her borrow one.

After just sitting with him on the couch for hours listening to music and sitting in the dark.

She hears him fall and, worst of all, she hears how hard he tries to cover it up. The sound is not as distinct as it should be with no crash that rattles dishes or a harsh thud. A stumble, really, a softer thump as he leaned into the wall for support but found none.

“Aaron.”

He’s sitting up against the wall, shoulders sunk in and head hanging. When he looks up she sees the blood pouring down his face, the tears pooling at the corner of his eyes. “...can’t stop it.” He coughs, wiping at the blood across his lips. “It won’t stop, Emily.”

She runs to the bathroom, grabbing a wad of toilet paper and not thinking twice about manipulating his face in her hands. One hand holding the back of his head while the other dabs the blood up. “We’re supposed to go to the hospital when this happens,” she reminds him. He’ll need platelets or something invasive but more than likely he’ll be submitted to an hour-long wait in the E.R. to be told it was the right thing to come in but altogether unnecessary.

He groans, not in pain but in the general theme of the awfulness he knows will ensue if she makes the decision they will be going to the hospital. To the cold beds and the wheelchairs.

“Water and bed,” she says, instead of what he’d thought would be her asking where his shoes and coat are. She smirks at him, knowing what he’s thinking and seeing the surprise written across his face. “We’ll tell them Tuesday about it,” she assures him. Tuesday when they’re probably going to tell them he needs to come back in another day. When they see the supplements aren’t working and he’ll probably need something invasive and painful. Then they’ll deal with the nose bleeds popping back (and that cough she’s noticed but has let convince himself she hasn’t noticed).

“Bed,” she says again when the words seem like they haven’t processed.  

“Bed,” he repeats thickly, her fingers clamped over his nose thickening the nasally quality of his voice.

They shuffle down the hall, Emily’s fingers curled around his hip and his arm over her shoulder. Heads bent in towards one another. He whispers an apology, feet hardly leaving the ground, and leaning on her a little too much. He imagines the beginning. When he’d laid on his bed, thinking about her and thinking about his father. The way the cancer had eaten his father away and he can see in the mirror, he watches closely and knows the same thing is happening to him.

His father had done what he can’t-- ended it.

It had been Aaron who found him. So strange to see such a violent man seemingly… peaceful. His memory is a patchwork of things, his childhood full of too many greys of undetermined moments, but that sight. Seeing his father’s lifeless body in the high-backed office chair he’d spent so many waking hours in has been unforgettable.

He can’t do that. He won’t make Emily see that or leave that sort of memory for Jack. It’s important to him that it be like this.

“You have to sit up.” She props him up on pillows, ignoring his complaints. The blood has slowed and there’s nearly no point in wiping it away. He just watches her, vacantly staring back as she tucks the blankets around his chest. “Sleep,” she instructs, kissing his forehead. “Do you want me to stay?” He knows she will. She’ll sleep right here beside if he asks but… no. He’ll be okay.

It snows.

He watches it from the only window in his room, she’d pulled the curtains back before she fell asleep. He sees her and her giant shadow with the yellowing light from the street pouring in, eating out the deep consuming darkness looming over him. Until today he’d only ever suspected she was dragging his office chair into his room but he’d never caught her, always waking up after she’d moved the chair back and gone back to her own room. Leaving behind only the three deep dents in the carpet where she’d sat for hours. There had been so many nights he’d spent sitting and watching Jack sleep as a baby-- some irrational fear that the baby would stop breathing in the middle of the night and so long as he was watching Jack would keep breathing. He needn’t ask silly questions, he knows she’s using the same irrational approach.

Clenching his teeth he tries to bite down against a cough breaking out, afraid to wake her some such peaceful slumber. He pulls himself upright, curling down as his temples throb, and his body shakes violently beyond his control. A goal in-sight-- the water on his nightstand and getting Emily back to bed-- he powers through it and overcoming the weakness of his body feels so satisfyingly familiar. To days when there was pain but no cancer and he loves the triumphant that washes over him.

The water is warm and stale, left there by Emily yesterday when she’d forced him to take his medicine (even though he thought he’d throw it back up and he had). It kills the ache of his throat, dry and bitter, and he clears his throat softly to take the rest away.

“Emily,” he whispers. Moving his lips cracks the dried blood on his face he grimaces as he smells the thick scent of the blood. “Emily, get up.” He won’t leave her to sleep in this chair all night. He’s made the mistake plenty of times, knows it’s no good. “Come on,” he touches her arm, palm against her bare skin. She jumps his touch is so cold. “Sorry, sorry--”

She really sees him and jumps even harder. Yelping in shock. “Oh! Oh, God!” She wraps her arms around her chest, breathing quickly, startled. “Fuck Aaron,” she shouts. “You scared the shit out of me!”

He rubs his nose, tries to dislodge the blood.

“Is-- Is something wrong?” She pushes her hair back from her face, “are you okay?”

God. He’s hurt her irreparably, hasn’t he?

“Nothing.” He offers his hand, even if the hand trembles visibly enough in the low light. “Nothing, I promise.” She takes his hand, allowing him to guide her up. “You shouldn’t sleep in that chair,” he informs her softly but still with that distinct fussiness to his voice.

She looks back to the chair and up at him, “I guess I’ve finally been caught.”

He smiles. The first time he’d put two and two together he was angry. Overly frustrated, seething over something so… sweet. She’d sat with him through the night, watching him sleep, just trying to be close and he’d been mad. Not now, though, now he can see how tired he is. He can feel her hand still clutching his. “It’s okay,” he shrugs. “It’s late, let’s go to bed.”

She frowns, brows crinkling as she looks around them in confusion. Sleep riddled brain torn between the rational thought that concludes he’s right, she should go to bed, and the worry she’d felt hours ago about leaving him in this room. She’s not sure what to do now, which thought to travel and act upon.

“Do you--” he looks down at the thrown back covers on his bed. Remembers this wouldn’t be the first time she’s slept in that bed beside him. Likely more than just the memories he can think of now, unprompted. He blushes, embarrassed he even had the thought but she looks down to and nods.

She doesn’t want to leave him alone.

He doesn’t want to be alone.

They start side by side, neither entirely comfortable. She falls back to sleep first. He can feel her breath even back out and within a few minutes she turns over towards him, her hand resting over his wrist. He looks back to his office chair, the giant back of the old thing. She’s so afraid to lose him, they all are. He can feel it in every little thing that they do. How Dave lingers a little more after each visit, hugs him a little longer. The way Derek looks at him, how close he stands. Even in Spencer and Jack who soak up his attention like flowers to the sun. Turning and facing him, finding him wherever he is to enjoy just one more moment. Hanging on to his every word.

He wakes soaked in sweat, shaking as Emily talks to someone rushed, too quickly to sound anything but frantic. Afraid.

He opens his eyes as a sea of red flushes through the room, the shrill of an ambulance breaking up the serene silence the snow has muffled the Earth with.

“Aaron?”

She’d woken to him struggling to breathe. Both had turned over in the night and while she’d turned toward him, he’d turned away from her. Her arm over his hip, her head against his back, they were nearly welded together. If not for the proximity-- his arm pulling hers closer, her leg in-between his, she likely wouldn’t have heard him at all. But she’d felt him jerk in his sleep, fighting his body for air.

And he wouldn’t wake up.

“Aaron?” she calls a second time. She should go open the front door, let the EMTs in but she’d seen a sliver of his eye. His cheek is cold against her palm but she cries, tears streaming when he opens his eyes. When he turns his face into her palm. “There you are,” she beams. His eyes slide back shut. “Stay awake,” she asks, her nerves getting the best of her and she shakes him. Pleased when his eyes open back up and find her. “Stay awake, don’t you want to see the snow?”

The stretcher is cold and he mourns the loss of his thick comforter but the drugs flooding into his blood makes him loose, pliable. He doesn’t fight being taken from his bed, even if he longingly looks back for it. Lets them strap his legs down place an oxygen mask over his face. The snow means nothing to him. He hates it, honestly, but as they step outside, Emily tossing his winter coat of him like a blanket, he looks up at it falling down on him.

Her hand slips away and he looks back for her, confused. She stands in the street, face turned to the fat snowflakes falling around her. All the light coming from street lamps high above her head. He’s reminded of a lifetime ago. When she’d gone against his orders and gone to investigate Michael’s death with a ferocity he hadn’t seen coming. When she’d avoided his eye and said she’d understand if he wanted her badge and gun after that little show. She’d forced his hand, made him call the Vatican, and consider his own allegiances. To when they were two very different people than they are now-- younger, naive… alone.

She catches up to them, slipping her hand back into his. Her fingers freezing cold as they curl around his. “Don’t you love it?” she asks. She looks back out, watching until the doors shut behind them and all she has is a tiny window.

He doesn’t but she does.

She looks young, weightless.

In a way, yes, he does love it.

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[descendantofthesparrow]

Encore - Harry Hook x Reader - part 19 - fight

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You let out a sigh, looking into the slowly rocking glass of water you had been swirling around. You and Harry had recently fought so now you sat dejected in your kitchen. and it wasn’t like you hadn’t had one before, it's just….this one had hit a bit harder than the last.

It all ended in Harry storming out of your apartment and slamming the door behind him back to his world. It had been three days since then.

And now you sat in your lonely little apartment, watching as the rain beat down on your winders and echo throughout the seemingly empty room.

You took a shaky breath and downed the rest of your water, standing from your kitchen table and walking over to the sink, placing your cup inside, and dragging yourself over to your room.

You flipped onto your bed and curled up under the blankets, burying your face into Harry's pillow.

You felt your nose burn as the sea salt, woodchips, and metal filled your senses. You missed him.

Three days with not even a text or updates from him. You had fought before but he had never left your side for long, sometimes never leaving in the first place, just sitting in the other room until the both of you calm down.

But three days with no contact worried you.

You huffed and picked up your head, laying your chin on the pillow and staring with droopy eyes at your closet door. “maybe I should go first?” you muttered, rolling over and continuing to stare at the door upside-down “but I might make him even madder by not respecting his privacy” the burning at your nose got worse, and you blinked harshly as you scrunched it. Blinking open your eyes, the room around you blurred as tears trailed from the corner of your eyes.

“fuck” you chocked, reaching up and rubbing at your face “god, fuck, shit, ass, cunt”

You gasped as a calloused thumb brushed away a tear from your cheek, you sat up, letting out a low sob as you stared into the shining ocean blue eyes of Harry Hook. “hey” he whispered, leaning towards you and wrapping his arms around you, picking you up and sitting on the bed, setting you on his lap and holding you to him tightly. “I’m sorry my love, it was a stupid fight”

You didn’t respond, rubbing your face into his shoulder and sniffing. You didn’t even remember what you had fought about, it had just escalated so fast. “forgive meh?”

You just nodded into his shoulder, unable to speak around the lump in your throat. Harry let out a relieved sigh, he brought his hand up and thread his fingers through your hair, rubbing his fingers against your head and completely encasing you within his body.

The two of you spent the next couple hours in comforting silence, listing to the rain beating against the apartment and the other's soft breathing.

You had almost fallen asleep to the sound of Harry's heartbeat but he kept shifting and fixing your spot in his lap. At one point you had tossed your arms around him and squished him till he stopped moving, allowing you to properly relax.

Harry pressed a soft kiss to your cheek and lifted you out of his lap, taking your left hand and quickly kissing your knuckles “I’ll go make us some food, what do yeh want ta drink” he whispered. You smiled and shrugged.

“I think I have some sparkling cider in the fridge?” you croaked; voice still shot from your earlier bawling session. He gave a soft smile and nod, squeezing your hand for a moment before dropping it and heading to the kitchen.

You sighed, falling back against your sheets and letting the tension release from your body. Finally, the three days of stress and worry were done.  You lifted your left hand in your sights, biting your lip as the red ruby ring stared back at you.

What if Harry had never come back? What if he had decided that you weren’t worth it? Or had decided to break up with you?

It really was just a stupid fight that had ended badly but it had sent your mind reeling after a whole day had gone by with nothing coming from Harry's end.

You sat up as something delicious passed by your senses, you grabbed your (fav color) fluffy blanket from the top of your sheets and wrapped it around you, padding into the kitchen and licking your lips at the sight of Harry stirring something on the stove. “what-what you making?” you asked, walking up behind him and resting your chin on his shoulder.

He turned to kiss the top of your head and muttered against your hair “chicken rice bowl, Desiree was on dinner duty on the revenge and showed meh how ta make it, it's really good and I thought yeh might like it”

“it looks awesome” you muttered, looking over at the steaming covered rice on the other side of the stove, before looking down at the chicken cooking in the pan that Harry was messing with. “do you need me to do anything?”

“aye, make the sauce fer me?” he gestured over to a paper hanging from the cabinets, and you nodded, walking over to the paper and reading down the quickly scrawled recipe.

“homemade teriyaki sauce?” you murmured to yourself, throwing your blanket on a kitchen chair and getting to work.

Luckily the sauce was easy to make, within only a few minutes it was done and ready to be poured into the pan of chicken.

You handed the sauce to harry who poured it into the pan and stirred it around, letting it coat the chicken. “Desiree said ta let the sauce soak in for a bit, so now all we do is wait” you nodded and leaned onto his arm, smiling softly as he lifted it and wrapped it around your waist.

You had thought you and harry would (hopefully) reunite, that it would be awkward and the two of you would take a bit to get back to the way you were before the fight.

But it was as if the fight never happened, and it relieved you.

You and Harry talked about your usual small talk, the lost revenge, Auradon, wedding stuff, and the events of the past two years.

After a few minutes of talking and waiting, the chicken was ready to serve with the rice. Harry separated from you and pushed around the chicken with the spatula. “can yeh get the bowls out love?”

You hummed in confirmation and walked over to the left where your bowls were, opening the cabinet and pulling out two midsized bowls.

Harry took one of the bowls and spooned a good portion of rice into the bowl before doing the same with the chicken, he took a spoon and poured some of the chicken sauce onto the food, smirking as the dark sauce soaked into the rice.

“nice” he muttered, setting the bowl on the kitchen table behind him and backing away, letting you fill your bowl. He picked up his bowl and walked over to the living room, setting it down on the coffee table and turning on the tv. “Mandalorian or….whatever?” he asked loudly, turning to you and raising his brows

“Mando” you called back, pouring the sauce on your food and grabbing your blanket tossing it on the back of the couch, and plopping down on the soft cushions.

Harry sat next to you and pulled you into his side, clicking on the series and setting it to the first episode. The rest of the night was mostly spent quietly eating food and watching movies.

It was a nice break from the last three days. You let out a light sigh and burred yourself into Harry's side, glancing up at the snoring pirate that still gripping onto you tightly.

You jumped slightly at the sudden buzz coming from Harry's pocket, you stealthily pulled his phone and unlocked it, seeing a text from Uma.

Cap’n

Cap’n-Hey, you two okay?

You smiled, you were glad you and Harry had a friend that cared so much about you, even if she didn’t like showing it all the time

You -(y/n) answering from Harrys phone cuz the dork is asleep: yes we are okay, harry made dinner too

Cap’n - good, another day of Harrys whining and I would have combusted, keep him there for a little bit, he worked himself to the bone to distract himself over here, he needs a day off even though he just had one

You - yes ma’am

Cap’n - (y/n)….

You - sorry :’)

Cap’n - alright, night

You - night!

You set Harry's phone on the coffee table and burrowed back into his side, smiling as his solid heartbeat rang in your ear.

It was hard to believe it had been over two years since you had been magically transported to the Descendants world and fallen in love with who was once a fictional character you had a crush on.

You still had no idea how you had gotten there in the first place but, you looked back up at Harry, whose lashes fluttered against his cheeks, you sure as hell weren’t complaining.

-end of part 19-

ALSO, I thought I started this (part of your world in general) back in….December? of 2018, which I think that’s when I started posting on Wattpad but apparently, I posted part 1 of part of your world on October 19th, 2018! So, it’s been 2 years since I started part of your world! Which was the true start to my growth as a writer! I think I’m going to start wrapping up encore soon since there's not much more I can do with it other than random parts with fluff and some angst sometimes, so maybe 10 more parts at max, maybe ending with the wedding? Idk but I think this set of part of your world is coming to a close. Rewrite is still ongoing with D2 being written right now, and a possible D3 if D2 does good. Along with the Full Rewrite/redone versions of Part of Your World/Reprise, it'll be under the same name with just a 2.0 at the end so it'll just look like Part of your World 2.0/Reprise 2.0

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Save Me - Sherlock x Reader

Chapter 8: Talk to Me

Pairing: Sherlock x reader synop: some relax time for the rest of the night Taglist:  @reveluvspecial​ @ravencatart​ @germansarechill​  @sassy-potato-yall​ @melanoms​ @middleearthmama​ @fullmoonshadowwrites​ 

A/N: this took a little longer to write! woopsies!

With a heavy sigh, you lay Henry onto the couch with a blanket. “You should get some rest, sweetheart. You’ve been through so much today.” 

Silence. 

“Would you like anything to drink?” 

He rolls over, head facing the back of the couch. 

Sherlock walks out of the kitchen with a glass of water and gingerly sets it on the table. With hands on his hips, he turns to go sit at one of his experiments in the kitchen.

You run your fingers through your hair as you look for a laptop. You feel his eyes follow you around the flat until you give up looking. When you make eye contact, he looks to the left of you.

“Thanks.” 

The ghost of a smirk forms your lips when you see it sticking out of his chair cushions. When you open it, the blinking cursor for the password halts your tracks. 

Looking up from the laptop you see the corner of Sherlock’s lips twitch. From a good distance, you get lost searching his eyes for the magic words. 

“Letmein”

His eyebrows raise as the screen to his computer lights up your face exposing your sad, amused smile. 

“Henry, Would you like to watch something?” 

“No.” 

You snap the lid shut and set it onto the table. “Okay. well, at least let me know if you need anything…” 

Silence

Shaking your head, you quietly make your way to the door. “I’ll be back.” 

At the bottom of the stairs, you hesitate with your hand on the door. With a sigh, you take off your coat and hang it on the rack. Your shoes follow underneath. Sitting on the stairs, you rest your elbows on your knees and your head on the railing. Your eyes practically burn holes through the door locks. 

The sound of footsteps do nothing to bring you back to the present. Although when the figure sits beside you, your eyebrows furrow.  

“Hey.” 

Sherlock hums and glances at his phone. 

You pull out a bullet from your pocket and toss it in your hands. Your thumb rubbing across the engravement on the side. 

“A bullet? You don’t even own a gun.” 

You pause and press the tip into your middle finger. “It’s my father's ashes. When he died, I had him made into a live round.”

Silence

“Oh come on, not you too. John told me you never stop talking.”

He rolls his eyes and scoffs. “What is the point of carrying around a dead person's ashes?” 

You clench your jaw and turn your gaze to the ground. “If he passed away normally it would be one thing, but he was murdered. Sentiment, Sherlock.” 

He sits quietly for what felt like minutes before he takes an audible breath.

“He was murdered by a gun, I presume. what kind?” 

“Sniper round. I looked around the outside of the house but I didn't see anybody.” 

He hums. “You wouldn't have seen anyone. What was the scenery like there? I’m assuming somewhere with a tree and some brush, did you look near those?”

Your eyebrows furrow. “Yeah. I found a smeared footprint but even when the police took evidence, it got them nowhere.” 

“You’re… American. I presumed it happened there? No wonder why they didn’t solve anything. You said they were smeared, were there any broken branches nearby?”

You close your eyes and lie back onto the stairs. “I think… there were a few, yes.” 

  “You think or you know? They could have fallen from the tree and broke their leg or they could have tried to cover tr—”

You cover your face with your elbow. “I didn't ask for you to solve his murder, I asked for you to help me get rid of the hit men's clients that have been tailing me.” 

Before Sherlock can reply, John walks through the door carrying a few bags that looked to be carrying food. He paused after the door closed and quizzically looked at you on the stairs. 

"What are you- never mind." 

He reaches into one of the bags and digs inside for a second. After he finds what he's looking for, he tosses the brown paper tube at you. “I told Sherlock to ask you what you wanted to eat but he never got back to me.” 

You smirk as you look at the package. “Well, he never asked me.”

“You never stopped talking.” 

“You were asking me questions.” 

“And none of them were about supper.” John cuts in. 

Sherlock sighs as you chuckle to yourself. John calmly squeezes past you both up the stairs to 221b. 

Sherlock stands and turns around. “where’s my food?” 

John smirks. “You didn't answer my message.”

Sherlock’s mouth hangs open in offense. Before he can respond however, John has already welcomed himself home. 

You look up to see his eyes burning holes through the door. Laughing, you break your sandwich in half and toss it at him. 

“I can't eat that much. I’m too used to light meals. Please, have it.” 

He turns it over in his hands and nods at you. Halfway up the stairs, you get up to follow after him. Once inside, your attention is drawn to the sound of a kids tv show. Looking from the Scooby Doo episode to the couch, you find John and Henry involved in the show. With eyebrows raised, you glance to sherlock. 

Sandwich between his hands, he brings his fingertips up to his chin. “It’s actually impossible for them to deduce that outcome with the evidence provided. It’s entirely by chance.” 

Henry sits up. “Actually, Mr. Holmes, it’s not impossible. You just have to search for the right clues.” 

John hides his smile as he looks to the wide eyed Sherlock. “Yeah, what he said.” 

You shake your head as you make your way to the kitchen to eat. “You blog almost every day and your only additional comment is, ‘what he said’?” 

John lets loose his smile as he turns his focus back to the telly. “Yep.” 

Sherlock follows you into the kitchen. “Don't touch any of my experiments.” 

You chuckle. “Calm down tiger, just looking for some paper towels” 

“No, you’re not. What is it that you really need?” 

You cross your arms and lean into the counter, your eyes fixed onto the blood filled slide under the microscope. “Why did you block me from Nick at the warehouse?”

“The kitchen roll is in the cabinet on your left.” 

You smirk “Oh no you don’t. You are not avoiding this. You asked what I needed, and I’m telling you.” 

“Some things are best left unsaid.” 

Your eyes snap to his. “You wouldn’t have done that if… if he was going to…”

“You and your son wouldn’t have been harmed in any of the scenarios that I planned out.” 

You open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. Your body shifts as you lean onto the counter. With arms crossed, you study his notepad on the table. 

He clears his throat. “I know. You’re welcome.” 

After a bite of your sandwich, Sherlock leans on the counter next to you and starts to eat his. The corners of his lips tug into a smile as he watches Henry and John discuss their favorite characters from the children's cartoon. 

“We are putting you both in danger by being here.” 

Sherlock scoffs. “Nonsense. I’m in my own danger by living here.” 

Rolling your eyes you laugh. “I think the only dangerous person here is John.” 

He shakes his head. Before he can reply, you turn to him. “You know, you’re pretty cute when you think you're a badass. I mean, you are. But when you’re being showy, it's cute.” 

He coughs on the bite of his sandwich. “Pardon?”

Smirking, you push away from the counter. “I think it's about time for bed. Goodnight, Sherlock Holmes.” 

As Sherlock retreats to his bed, you smirk at John, Henry, and the cartoon on the telly. “Alright, kids. I think it's time we go to bed.” 

Henry wines and falls back onto the couch, his eyes on the ceiling. “But mom, just one more?” 

John stands up and stretches. “I think she’s right. It’s getting late.” 

Henry sighs and marches away to the bathroom. While he’s gone, John and yourself start to make the couch look like a bed. 

“You know,” you sigh. “How did you change his attitude?” 

When John straightens up, he sets his hands on his hips. “All I did was talk to him.” 

Your eyebrows furrow. “What did you say to him?” 

He smiles and shakes his head. “That's something you need to find out on your own.” 

You tilt your head back and groan. “Another relationship I need to sort out. How fun.” 

“Another?” 

Glancing from Sherlock's door to John, you shrug. “Did I say another?” 

He chuckles to himself and shakes his head. “I’ve been watching you both. He’s quite satisfied around you. I’ve seen the way you look at him when he’s not looking. I may not be as intelligent when it comes to deductions and such, but I do have a better understanding of human feelings than he does.” 

As you open your mouth to respond, Henry walks past you and gives John a hug. “Night.” 

Henry briefly hugs you before he takes up the couch. After a few moments, the flat falls quiet. Sitting on the floor leaning onto the couch, you sigh and lean your head back. 

Maybe you could get some real sleep. Even if you could only get a few solid hours.

Next chapter: coming soon! 

[the-durin-boys]

Mushrooms..? -- Thorin x Reader

Howdy yall I hope you like this I got this idea when I was falling asleep and u know those dreams where ur like half awake and half asleep? It was like that, and I was dreaming about this. So I got up and wrote it. 

Enjoy!

--- The morning hunt was not as successful as it could have been, Fili and Kili only bringing back two small rabbits that would, in no way, feed fifteen people. Everyone was, of course, disappointed and hungry, but all had the better mind to not complain. 

So not the best start to your day. You knew that when you signed that contract that you would be going on an adventure where the next place that you sleep, eat, and drink, would not be known or assured, so of course you knew that there would be some days where there would be little to no food. You aren’t an idiot. 

But by the gods. This. This is just awful. Just a truly awful experience.

The day before the company of Thorin Oakenshield had been run down and then chased through a field full of hidden rocks and roots, the hunters being a pack of Orcs (again). This forced the company into hiding, without a fire, and without movement for several hours. By the time the Orc pack had left, it was far too late into the night to actually go out and successfully and safely hunt for dinner. Thorin forbid the use of a fire that night, so everyone went to sleep tired, cold, and hungry, hoping that the dawn of tomorrow would bring about food and peaceful travel. And as you can see, that is not how things went down. 

Balin rationalized the lack of game in the forest to the forest just being run dry by other hunters and hungry folk. So the day started off less than lackluster, and as the company slowly and hungirly packs up their bags, the Master Burglar, Bilbo Baggins, has an idea. 

“We could go foraging. For food that is.” He pauses and looks around the lightly wooded area that the company hid in. Bilbo’s hands are at his hips as he quickly surveys the trees. “There might be some edible mushrooms and possibly some berries that might make up for a lack of breakfast.” Thorin steps forward, a stern look on his face but a gleam in his eye. 

“Well why didn’t you speak up earlier?” Thorin’s shadow all but hides the poor hobbit, who can do nothing but squeak until Bofur claps a friendly hand on his shoulder. 

“Ah, he’s only jokin’ with ya, Bilbo! Now, what were you sayin’ about those mushrooms?” 

--

It doesn’t take long for a small pack of dwarves to form, and then they’re off, being led into the forest by Bilbo. Left behind in the camp are you (you have no idea what mushrooms are good, bad, and drugs), Ori, Thorin, Dwalin, Bifur, Bofur, and Bombur. You kept yourself busy, puttering around the little camp, mending clothing that needed it, filling up water sacks, the like. You always did little things like this, and thus, quickly became cherished by those around you. It had gotten to such a state where the others would actually jump on your chores, and help you out. A few even asked if they could do anything for you. You politely declined, saying that you enjoyed the work, and that you are grateful for something to keep you busy, as you never liked to dottle. 

“Thorin.” You approach the king who sits smoking his pipe. Thorin quirks an eyebrow up at your funny little mannerisms and sees a small, folded stack of (just washed, your friends are considerate of you.) clothes. “You have anything that needs mending?” The lilt of your tongue always surprised him, he doesn’t know why. There’s nothing too odd or off about the way that you speak, or the grammar that you use, and maybe it’s just because Thorin’s used to hearing the gruff sounds of words being pushed past bearded lips. That’s not to say that he is complaining, no, it’s far from that. Each time you spoke Thorin could feel himself being drawn towards you, and he just wanted to sit and listen to you talk. The feelings that Thorin feels aren’t absolutely unknown, just old and dusty from not having been used in many a year. You blink down at Thorin who only just notices that he’s being staring at your lips a little bit too long, with Dwalin trying to hide his laughter behind a gulp of water. 

“Ah, no. Thank you, (Y/N).” Thorin then busies himself with smoking his pipe, and looking at the grain of the wood which suddenly got very interesting. You purse your lips and look down at Thorin, but elect to say nothing to the slight quiver of his voice, and choose to turn to Dwalin. 

“Have anything for me, Dwalin?” Dwalin rests his hand on his back, and gives you a smile. 

“All good here, lassie.” You return his smile and move to a shaded spot under a little tree, leaving Thorin and Dwalin to talk. “So. Thorin.” Thorin takes in a deep breath and promptly sputters on the smoke. Dwalin snorts at watching his King and friend get flustered like a dwarfling over the kindest of the Company. 

“Leave it, Dwalin.” The sternness that Thorin was going for gets lost in translation as he chokes on another lungful of smoke, twice now. In one day. More in one day than in an entire year. Dwalin chuckles to himself but leaves the subject be. 

--

In the forest, the rest of the dwarves and Bilbo have successfully managed to fill several sacks with wild mushrooms of all assortments. Several times throughout the little field trip Bilbo was questioned about the different types of mushrooms, giving a variety of different lessons on the types of wild mushrooms (he thought that the dwarves would have known a bit more about forest living, but that’s quite alright.), and gave many reassurances that the mushrooms that they were going to eat would not in any way get them stone, killed, or in any other way affect their health. As the group not-so-stealthily makes their way back to camp, the air seems to lift and the thought of hunger is soon to be forgotten.  

--

The boisterous noise of the small group alerted the attention of you and the others at camp, and soon, you were up with everyone else to help distribute whatever findings they had. 

There was a long debate on how the mushrooms should be cooked - and if at all. The argument was that there would have to be a fire and that there would be no point in cooking them as it would only take up time, energy, and resources. On the other hand, the mushrooms should be cooked because it would be easier to digest and would bring out the flavor of the mushrooms, and that would be a pleasant change from the tasteless water soups and dried meats that everyone had grown accustomed to. Bilbo eventually settled the debate by saying that it would probably be best to eat them raw as while it was safe to ingest, the fumes would not be too safe to inhale. 

Each portion was dished out equally and the company sat and ate the mushrooms, thankful that they had something to fill their empty bellies, though something…..odd, started to happen. Only to you, apparently. About ten minutes after you finished your portion of mushrooms, all of the colors seemed...brighter? Your body adopts this new sense of freedom, like there’s helium being pumped through your veins and it’s lifting you off the ground. You feel the days, and the yesterdays, stresses melt off of you and you giggle. Just a little giggle. A few more minutes pass and the textures of the things around you start to shift and move, and for some reason, this sends you into a fit of side-peeling laughter, and in turn, this gets the attention of literally everyone in a forty mile vicinity. 

“What’s so funny lassie?” Bofur, your best friend through this whole thing, asks, eyebrow quirked and smile on his face. 

“I don’t even know! I-” Your face pales very quickly and you almost dry heave, clapping a hand over your mouth in an instant. The rest of the company, who was watching this entire ordeal, jumps to their feet at your sudden deterioration in health. Thorin is by your side in a flash, quickly pulling your hair out of your face as Bofur turns you so that you vomit into the grassy underbrush of the forest, gagging up the little meal that you had. All Thorin could do was gently rub your back and hold your hair while you topple forward, spinning where you sat. Thorin doesn’t know when Oin arrived, but he lets him take over and do his job, whilst he moves aside to watch. 

--

Oin had eventually declared that the mushrooms were the things that had this effect on you, but “not anyone else, which is as strange as it is fascinating!”, and it had been ruled that these mushrooms had a similar effect that one of his medicines had, and he had stated that while these mushrooms had no effect on anyone else, the makeup of the human body made it so it was more like a drug than a food, and that you had simply had too much and needed to let your system calm down and clear out, which would only take about twenty to thirty minutes for the initial high, and from there, he isn’t as sure. 

Fili, Kili, and Bilbo have tasked themselves with watching you and keeping you company. Bilbo does so because he feels at fault for this situation, even though he has been assured many a time that it was not his fault that you reacted differently. Fili and Kili stayed because the way you laugh at nothing is probably the most amusing thing they have seen in a long time. Bilbo eventually moved away, taking up the stitching that you were doing to make up for what had happened. 

You had been quiet for a few minutes, staring pensively off into the distance, eyes wide and full of an unknown knowledge, something that would probably be lost as soon as your high was gone. Fili and Kili continue to jest and joke, but stop abruptly when they here you sniffle. 

“Hey hey hey hey, (Y/N). What’s wrong?” Fili asks scooting a bit closer to you. Fili doesn’t know what he did or what set you off, but as soon as he said those words, fat hot tears burst and roll down your cheeks as you start to sob. Thorin, who was walking nearby, quickly walks over and stands above his nephews. 

"What did you do?" Fili and kili look panicked. 

"We didn't do anything!" Fili cries. "She just started to cry!" Kili is just as baffled as his brother, frozen and unsure as what should be done. Thorin sighs and crouches down next to you, gently taking your hands in his. 

"(Y/N), what's wrong?" You don't look at Thorin. "(Y/N)?" Thorin tries again by gently turning your chin with his thumb and forefinger. You blink up at him with big watery eyes and Thorin can only ignore the pang in his heart. "What's wrong?" You sniffle and more tears well up in your eyes. 

"It's not fair!" Thorin's voice is smooth and gentle, unlike anything Fili and Kili have ever heard before as they stand and move away from their uncle and friend. 

"What's not fair?" You almost start to wail, and Thorin moves a bit closer, his temple braids brushing your hands.

"You have SUCH pretty hair!” Thorin freezes but you continue. “And I can't touch it and I can't play with it and I can’t even say anything about it.." your voice breaks and your lip quivers. Thorin almost laughs but manages to keep himself composed. 

"Really? You think my hair is pretty?" You grip Thorin's hands in your own and lean forward.

"Very." Your expression is dead serious for only a minute before a wide smile spreads across your face and you laugh, letting your head drop into Thorin's shoulder. "I'm feeling' tired." Thorin doesn't even try to stop the smile from spreading across his face. 

"Then I guess you best be off to bed then, huh?" 

"I guess.." you hum into his coat, letting Thorin gently pull you off of him, but your already fast asleep in Thorin's arms, leaving a very happy Thorin, and a very confused company, behind.

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Word count: 2,092

I hope you enjoyed reading! If you want to see something specific or see a certain pairing, feel free to make requests!

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Comfort Me, Part 1

Author’s Note: 

This is going to be a two-shot, and I hope to post the second part this weekend! Let me know with a like or a reblog if yall are excited/want me to post it sooner. 

Big shoutout to @twentytwohearts for going through this whole long-ass fic with me and helping with editing. You are a rockstar!

There is a line later on in the story that is written in Spanish. Full disclosure, I 100% used Google Translate to write it! The English translation is at the end of the fic!

Liv POV:

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I groaned and slapped a hand over my face as my alarm blared from the floor next to my mattress. Rolling over, I fumbled with the source of my abrupt awakening until I finally managed to stop the ear-piercing sound. 

Fingers roughly rubbing my sleep crusted eyes, I tried to adjust to the stream of light coming in from my window. Eventually I heaved myself out of bed and softly padded into the bathroom. Grumbling, a dissatisfied grimace threatened to take over my features as my bare skin came into contact with the frigid air. Rubbing my arms vigorously in a vain attempt to warm them, I silently prayed that the heat was somehow just switched off this morning and not cut off for good. 

Right. Even half asleep I didn’t quite believe the former. 

One squeaky turn of the showerhead later and my suspicions were confirmed. Fuck. I turned off the icy spray before angrily stomping back to my room. Thank God it was only October or else I’d really be fucked. As I made my way down the bare hallway I made a mental note to go and meet with our skeevy landlord later to see what could be done about turning the heat back on. George was pretty pervy, but times like this made that particular trait quite useful. A small bit of makeup and a lower-cut top would be all I hopefully needed to get the heat turned back on, at least for a little while. 

I stood near my closet running a hand through my wavy locks and contemplating my options for a moment. I threw on a pair of skinny jeans, some thick socks, my favorite red flannel, and a grey zip up hoodie. Pulling my ratty hi-tops on, I surveyed my appearance in the mirror briefly before heading out of my room and into the kitchen. Stepping towards my jacket, I heard a loud belch from the direction of my living room. I leaned over the couch to see a half naked, 40-something bum passed out. Chortling to myself, I dismissed him as one of my mother’s conquests and reached for my jacket once more, pulling it over my still slightly shivering form. Throwing my hair up into a messy bun, I started to head out the door. Stopping cold and smirking, I turned on my heel to fish through the reeking man’s pockets. Finally finding his wallet, I pocketed it quickly before patting his head gently.   

“Sorry man, should’ve stumbled home,” I whispered, smirking and heading towards the door once more.

I exited the shit hole apartment I was unfortunate enough to call home, and walked briskly down the stairs and around the corner. As I walked I began to riffle through the dudes stuff. Finding only $40 in cash, I pitched the rest of his shit into a nearby bush and continued my walk. 

Walking briskly to avoid a chill, it was only a few short blocks until I hopped up the stairs of the only place that’d ever felt like home: Peter and May’s place. Shouting a good morning down the hall, I filled the kettle with water and set it on the stove to boil. Busying myself with grabbing two mugs and their respective tea bags, I almost didn’t hear the soft padding of hands and feet near the entrance of the kitchen. 

Almost. 

“GOTCHA”. 

Peter’s cry was immediately followed by an ‘oomf’ as he fell face first into the kitchen’s floor. I grinned to myself from my place at the counter, having moved just inches to the right just before my best friend had made the attempt to tackle me. As far back as I could remember I’d been coming to Peter’s apartment every morning before school – and every morning Peter attempted to scare me. It had only worked once.

The first time. 

When we were 6. 

Nevertheless, he was determined to make it happen again and his face-plants were near daily at this point. 

“Morning Pete, did you eat yet?” I chuckled, not even bothering to turn around. 

“No, not yet. Why are you here so early anyways?” he grumbled as he hopped up to his feet. 

“Good morning sunshine!” May sang as she entered the kitchen. I smiled widely at the elder Parker, gratefully accepting a peck on the cheek as I handed her morning tea in her favorite mug. 

“You’re here awfully early aren’t you?” she mused, blowing on the steaming drink to cool it. 

“I was literally just saying that,” Peter stated flatly, rolling his eyes and grabbing some cereal for the two of us. He was always a bit grumpy after he lost our little morning game, but experience told me that he’d be back to his cheerful, dorky self soon enough. 

“Heat’s off at home, didn’t feel like freezing to death,” I answered plainly. Eagerly taking the bowl Peter offered, I filled it with my favorite cereal as we all settled into our places at the small table. Peter and May glanced at each other briefly before the former turned his attention back to his food and May shot me a look of concern. 

“Why is your heat off? Is it broken?” May asked concernedly. Now it was my turn to roll my eyes as I shrugged non-committedly.

“Probably not. It’s the 10th, so more likely than not Kimberly 'forgot’ to pay the bill,” I answered, exaggerating the air quotes around 'forgot’. Peter’s eyebrows furrowed as he looked up from his breakfast, creating small wrinkles over his normally smooth skin. 

“Forgot?” he ground out, mouth still full of cereal and expression one of thinly-veiled contempt. I bit back a giggle when I noticed a dribble of milk making its way out the side of his mouth and down his chin. Leaning forward slightly, I wiped the offending drops away with the pad of my thumb. My small action caused the sweet boy to flush bright red, and I immediately felt myself internally swooning at the sight.  Flurries of small flutters began twirling around my stomach at the brief contact, causing me to drop my hand abruptly. Clearing my throat, I sat back into my chair and took another bite of my own cereal. 

“Mmmhm. Last night was the first night she’s even been home since last month so she probably spent it on much more important things,” I replied, tone practically dripping with contempt as I attempted to brush off the interaction with Peter with some of my trademarked sarcasm.

I hated to admit it, but lately I’d been harboring some romantic-type feelings for the brunette boy seated next to me. Feelings which I was doing my damndest to push back down to wherever the hell they’d come from. There was no reason for me to feel anything other than platonically for Peter, just like I had for my entire life. The thought of changing our dynamic terrified me to no end.  Lately I’d been spending more time than I cared to admit squashing the butterflies that seemed to have taken up permanent residence in my lower belly.

“You’ve been alone since last month? Oh honey, why didn’t you say anything sooner?”, May cooed softly, eyes oozing with sympathy and concern. Gratitude flooded my chest at the welcome distraction from the now-awkward feeling encounter with Peter. I turned towards her and —– ignoring the lingering emotions deep in my chest – shrugged. 

 "S'not a big deal, May. I stayed with MJ a few nights here and there,“ I soothed the older woman with another, more comforting smile. "Besides, you know me, I like my space.”

May huffed, sitting back aggressively in her chair, arms shoved petulantly across her chest. Peter looked much calmer than his aunt with a mostly blank expression on his still reddened face. His obviously fake passiveness may have fooled his aunt, but I was certain he was just as upset at my current situation as she was, if not more so. He didn’t always look it but Peter was insanely protective over me —especially when it came to matters involving Kimberly. 

It wasn’t exactly shocking news that my mother was terrible; she’d been like this as far back as I could remember. She wasn’t abusive per se – but only because in order to abuse me she’d have to actually be around. And being around was not Kimberly’s forte. No, she much preferred her flighty lifestyle of drinking, drugs, and dancing too much to stick around for more than a day or two at a time. I was usually left more or less alone at home — unless you counted the various men and women that were passed out around the apartment on any given day, that is. In all reality, Peter, May, and Ben (before he passed) were the only real family I’d ever had.

“Well until your heat is back on you have to find somewhere else to stay,” she grumbled.

 I giggled unintentionally at the sight of May Parker attempting to be strict; arms crossed,  brows furrowed, and mouth set into a thin line. Bless her soul. She was one of the kindest people I knew, but the poor woman couldn’t scare a mouse. 

“I’m serious Olivia!”.

“I know, I know! That reminds me, I need to borrow a top from you. I, uhm, found $40 this morning, and that plus one of your 'going out’ shirts should be enough to convince George to turn it back on. Got anything that says, 'my mother is an idiot, please don’t let me freeze?’,” I joked, semi-seriously. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Peter exclaimed abruptly. “There is absolutely no way you’re going to grovel to that — that pervert!”

My eyes turned to meet his, and though he appeared somewhat calm, I could tell he was positively fuming. Being that Peter and I had been inseparable nearly our entire lives, I could read his face like a book. And even if I couldn’t, it wasn’t exactly a secret that both Parkers held a massive amount of hatred for my mother. Conversations pertaining to her or my home life had to be delivered carefully to them, because both Parkers were too sweet for their own good. I’d learned over the years that divulging too much information about my home life at once would only cause them undue stress. 

Cursing myself internally, I realized I’d been too forthcoming, distracted by my attempts to squash my feelings for Peter. No matter how difficult things got on my end, I vowed early on never to be the cause for them to be anything less than their cheerful, goofy selves. An endeavor I was clearly failing at today. Peter rarely got this worked up over situations like this, and I could instantly tell that any compromise was going to be from my end this time. 

“I agree sunshine, you can stay here for a few days,” May nodded, smooth hand coming to rest over mine. “I could actually vomit at the idea of you even approaching that vile man, and you know you’re always welcome here." 

I felt my face flush with warmth at her words. It was true – I always knew that the door was perpetually open for me at the Parker household, but I still felt emotional whenever the subject of me staying for more than a night or two came up. Even with the countless number of days and weeks spent at their place I still harbored doubts that I was truly wanted. 

I glanced over at Peter with un-characteristic shyness, hoping to confirm that the sentiment was shared. To the delight of the seemingly perpetually active butterflies in my stomach, I found my green eyes locked in with the all-too familiar brown irises that I’d come to love. Peter was studying my pink-tinged cheeks intently, the expression on his face one I’d never quite seen before. Perplexed, my mind briefly wondered if he was feeling the same way I had only minutes ago as I’d watched his own sweet features flushed with embarrassment. I immediately dismissed the ridiculous thought; he was probably just worrying over me the way he always did, and there was no reason for me to think anything deeper was going on in his head. 

Seemingly realizing I’d caught him staring, he cleared his throat awkwardly and nodded with his most adorable, crinkly eyed smile etched on his face. Mentally shaking my head, I turned back to May once more, this time with a genuine smile, flipping my palm over to lightly squeeze her hand that still covered my own. 

"Thanks May,” I nearly whispered. The older woman practically grinned, the smooth skin around her eyes crinkling slightly with the size of it.

“Uh yeah, but I’m gonna be staying at the Tower this weekend,” Peter stuttered. “Mr. Stark has some, uhm, internship stuff for me to do." 

"S'okay Pete, I’m sure May and I will be fine by ourselves for a few days,” I grinned as I ate another spoonful of my now soggy cereal, knowing full well Peter hated when I was left alone with his aunt. May smiled knowingly, taking a sip of her tea and watching our interaction with a sparkle of mischief in her eyes. 

You’d think growing up with Peter would mean May wouldn’t have any more embarrassing stories or pictures left to share with me, but you’d be wrong. Left to her own devices May had a rather spectacular talent for finding some long lost photos of a naked baby Peter, or suddenly recalling a story that caused the poor boy to physically cringe when he realized I’d heard.  Additionally, I had a habit of messing with Peter when left alone in ways that almost always made him regret ever leaving me unattended. It started out pretty tame: plastic wrap in the doorway, fake bugs or snakes hidden in his pillows, etc., but my jokes had evolved as we’d grown to the point where Peter flat out refused to leave me alone in the apartment. 

“OLIVIA MARIE WILLIAMS!”. 

I chuckled lightly from my spot on the couch, craning my head down the hall to the source of the noise. 

“Yes?”, I called out in a sing-song voice. Grinning to myself, I bit down on my lower lip to keep from bursting into laughter. 

“Can you please come in here for a moment?”, Peter called from the direction of his room. To anyone else he probably sounded calm, but this was Peter and I knew his voice better than my own. He was clearly annoyed, and I couldn’t be happier about it. 

Giggling, I walked slowly down the hall and stopped in the doorway. 

“What’s up Petey?” I questioned innocently, leaving on the doorframe and crossing my arms. Peter scoffed. 

“Are you joking?” he asked incredulously. I laughed openly at the sight of my poor, disheveled friend. He was perched on the ceiling on all fours with his Spiderman costume still on, sans the mask, and his expression was one of pure frustration and annoyance. 

“No, I truly don’t know what’s gotten your panties in a twist,” I replied, still feigning nonchalance even though we both clearly knew what was going on. Peter huffed, and I couldn’t help but find him adorable with all the red splotches decorating his pale face and his brown curls mussed from being encased in his mask only minutes before. 

“My panties are NOT in a twist,” he grumbled. “Not that I have— you can’t seriously– Liv! Look at my room!”

I pretended to scan his room before meeting his gaze once more and shrugging. 

“The cups Liv. I’m talking about the cups,” he deadpanned, crawling over from his spot on the ceiling near the window. 

“Ohhhhh. That,” I chuckled. Peter narrowed his eyes at me, hands leaving the ceiling and coming to rest petulantly across his chest as he flipped upside-down. 

“Yes, that!” he practically shouted, eyes blown wide and brows furrowed in disbelief.

A massive amount of small plastic cups, each brimming with water, completely covered the area of his bedroom. There wasn’t a single inch of floor space that wasn’t taken up by cups, 447 to be exact. The laughter that had been building inside me since Peter had first called me over to his room finally came bursting out. 

“You know May is always getting on you to drink more water,” I finally gasped out between peals of laughter. “I just thought I’d help remind you!”. 

“Seriously Liv?” he whined, puppy dog eyes on full force and lips forming into a small pout. “You’re the worst. Are you at least gonna help me clean this up?”

I shook my head playfully. 

“Sorry Petey, you know the rules. You left me here alone, and that means you have to deal with the consequences on your own.” I chuckled, pushing myself off the doorframe and heading back towards the living room. I’d only made it a few steps before I heard the sweet sounds of multiple plastic cups knocking into one another, followed closely by a distinct splashing noise and Peter’s irritated groan. 

“Uh-uh. There is no way I’m leaving the two of you alone,” Peter said, shuddering slightly at the implication. 

“Awww come on Petey it won’t be that bad,” I giggled. He shot me a look that screamed 'are you serious?’ across the table before standing up and reaching for his backpack. 

“Yes. It will. You’re staying at the tower too Olivia, even if I have to drag you there myself." 

"Awww I think someone been missing me,” I cooed, standing as well and playfully pinching Peter’s cheek. Another wave of red and pink color began creeping up his neck at my teasing, and he swatted my hand away quickly. Rolling his eyes, he shimmied his backpack straps over his broad arms. I snickered and winked at May who was sitting with a hand covering her mouth in a feeble attempt to mask the massive grin she too sported. 

“In your dreams Williams. But I do know that Mr. Stark has been asking about you lately. I’m sure he and Ms. Potts would love to see you anyways,” he replied after awkwardly clearing his throat. My face broke out into an even wider smile at the mention of the power couple.

 Ever since Peter had met Tony Stark, the billionaire had become un-characteristically attached to me. Not that he’d ever admit to it out loud. He’d immediately wanted me around more since discovering that I was not only arguably as smart as Peter, but that I was blessed with an uncanny ability to make the poor brunette boy flush or stammer at any given moment. Didn’t hurt that I had an arsenal of embarrassing Peter stories that went back over a decade either. I’d started working with the Iron Man himself in his labs every now and again when Peter stayed at the Tower, and after a few months Tony had become increasingly aware of the state of my home life. I’d never tell him to his face, but I truly believed that my lack of parental guidance or acceptance resonated with the normally sarcastic Avenger. 

In fact, he and Pepper had offered multiple times to help me legally emancipate myself from her. I always shrugged off the help, knowing full well that the extent of time she was gone was never actually illegal. The fridge usually had food, and the rent was usually paid, so there weren’t exactly grounds to call it neglect at this point. Maybe when I was a kid, but even then it wasn’t that easy. May and Ben had tried to get me away from her multiple times, and each time it’d only ended with me winding up in an even shittier foster home for a while. Foster homes that I only stayed in for a few weeks, or even days, before my mother had gone crying to the judges to get me back 'home’. 

No, I was stuck with Kimberly until my 18th birthday in a couple years, a downright depressing thought that I still wrestled with on a near daily basis. Even with the reassurance and support I received from the Parkers, my other best friend MJ, Peter’s friend Ned, and now the Starks I often felt incredibly low about myself. I mean, my own mother couldn’t be arsed to actually care about me, so how was I supposed to believe that anyone else would?

I was abruptly brought out of my thoughts by a hand lightly squeezing my bicep, the disruption causing me to jump slightly. 

“Livvie?” Peter questioned softly, using the nickname I only allowed him and May to call me. 

“Hmmm?”

“I said we gotta get to school now, where’s your backpack?” he repeated, hand detaching from my arm and leaving tingles in it’s wake.

I shook off all my depressing thoughts, shifting quickly back to the familiar banter that came so naturally to Peter and I. 

“What backpack?” I questioned, voice laced with mock innocence. Peter rolled his eyes, face playfully annoyed. May however, stood from the table and looked about as pure and wholesome as a baby deer, her expression one of utter confusion. 

“Liv, sweetie, have you lost your school bag? ‘Cause I can pick you up a new one after work if that’s the case,” she questioned sweetly, making me fall even more in love with my best friend’s kooky aunt. I smiled and waved away her concerns with my hand. 

“Nah, don’t worry about it May, I just forgot it this morning in my rush to get out of the house,” I explained lightly, bringing her into my arms as I hugged her goodbye. She embraced me tighter than usual, likely slightly still on edge from this morning’s chat. I reciprocate in kind, taking a moment to breath in her comforting scent and revel in the small circles she rubbed into my back as she held me. 

For all intents and purposes, May Parker was my mom. Kimberly may have birthed me, but that’s where her interest in me seemingly ended. May was there for me through everything; she’s the one who took me bra shopping for the first time, the one who got me through my first period, the one to comfort me when I experienced my first real heartbreak. She was at every academic decathlon competition, every sports game when I was a kid, and the one who hung all my artwork from childhood proudly on her fridge. Kimberly may be my biological mother, but May chose me to be the daughter she never had. And I would never be able to repay her for it, even if I tried. 

“Hey!” Peter protested from behind me. I turned, arms still wrapped around May. “How come Liv gets a new backpack with no questions asked, and I can’t get a new one without begging?!" 

Peter’s expression was one of pure annoyance, and I couldn’t help but chuckle at his frustration. His arms were crossed and his brows were adorably furrowed as he questioned his aunt. 

"Because she doesn’t 'lose’ them faster than I can buy them,” May responded plainly, hands leaving my sides to rest on her hips stubbornly. I snorted at the slight indignation taking over Peter’s features before walking through the door. 

“Yeah, no it’s because she loves me more. Sorry Petey,” I chuckled, ruffling his hair as I breezed past him. As I jogged down the first few steps I faintly heard the sweet sounds of May’s giggle along with Peter’s scoff from the apartment behind me. 

“Wanna stop back at your house for your backpack before we go?” he asked adorably, jogging slightly to catch up to me. 

“Mmmm… Pass. Too much work,” I returned, smirking at the incredulous look that overtook Peter’s face. 

“Seriously? Don’t you have homework in there?” he asked in disbelief as we hopped down the cement stairs leading down to the train, avoiding several rushing commuters along the way. Once we met at the bottom and passed through the tolls I shrugged as we waited, subway trains rushing by us. Sparing a glance at Peter, I was momentarily stunned by how cute he looked with his brown curls blowing haphazardly around him, highlighting his strong jaw. A jaw that was currently moving as he shook his head and grinned at me. 

“Exactly how are you passing again?” he laughed, bumping my shoulder playfully. I giggled, linking his arm through mine as we huddled in front of the tracks. 

“Dunno, probably because the smartest guy in school is a good friend of mine,” I reasoned innocently, leaning my head on his shoulder and grinning.

“Mmmm, wow you are lucky,” he chuckled. He ducked slightly, leaning his head down atop mine and messing around with his phone idly. He finally found whatever he was looking for, silently handing me an earbud. We each popped one in our ears, bumping along to the beat and swaying softly as we waited for our train. 

I imagine others looking on would make the assumption that Peter and I were together based on our comfortable contact. In fact, people mistook us for a couple pretty almost daily. Historically, I’d chew those people out and remind them that just because Pete was a boy and I was a girl didn’t automatically mean we were dating. Lately though, I found myself wishing it were true, and the reminder that things weren’t like that causing my chest to feel heavy with disappointment. Peter and I had always been incredibly comfortable with one another, and it wasn’t uncommon for us to stand like this or wind up cuddled close as we watched a movie or something. It never meant anything, it was simply the way things had always been. However, as my feelings grew I found myself longing for these moments to last forever so I could pretend things were different for just a bit longer. 

But, things weren’t like that, and time didn’t work that way. Soon our train came screeching our way, and we separated, the illusion broken. 

“You okay?” Peter questioned softly as we waited for the departing passengers to move out of our way. 

“Yeah, I’m great,” came my soft reply, the reflex response tumbling out of my mouth before my brain could even catch up. I’m sure Peter caught my white lie based on the way his eyes sparkled with a hint of concern, but thankfully he let the subject drop. He smiled lightly at me, and we finally boarded the subway car. I forced another smile, taking my place on the busy train beside my best friend. 

“So, Kimberly finally showed up huh,” MJ commented flatly as we strode down the bustling, graffiti littered sidewalks that led to my apartment building after school. I hummed non-committedly in response. 

“S’possible, almost likely even, given the timing,” I quipped back, tone just as flat.

 MJ hated everyone and everything, so naturally we got along extremely well. She was smart, sarcastic, angry, observant, and underneath it all an extremely loyal friend. As much as she usually lived up to her ‘I don’t fuck with you’ image, I was proud to be one of the few things she would actually admit that she cared about.

“In that case, this is where I leave you,” she deadpanned, lingering near the door of my building. I nodded in understanding, squinting my eyes against the sun rays blaring down on me as I looked at the tall girl. MJ hated Kimberly with the kind of dark rage only she could muster. Hell, sometimes I think she hates her more than I do. So seeing her in person was a huge no-no.

“So you staying over tonight? There’s a BLM protest down on 47th and Broadway I was gonna hit up if you want to come,” she offered. She stood facing slightly away from me, arms crossed and eyes trained down on her shoes. To an outsider it would seem the dark-haired girl wasn’t interested in our conversation, but I’d been around MJ enough to know that wasn’t the case. She wouldn’t offer her time or energy if she didn’t really want me around. I absolutely thrived off the fact that I was one of the only people in her life that she actually wanted to be around, and I felt my heart lift slightly with her offer. Nevertheless, I shook my head, opening the door with my key. 

“Nahhh, May freaked out over breakfast this morning and now Peter is basically kidnapping me until the heat’s turned back on,” came my response from the threshold. MJ’s right brow raised dramatically. 

“Right. Kidnapping you,” she drawled, smirking. Frowning at her, I rolled my eyes and attempted to seem nonchalant. MJ knew all about my blossoming feelings for a certain brunette dork due to her observant nature and her close relationship with the both of us. A fact which she used against me at every given opportunity. 

“Mhm, so if you’ll excuse me I’m going to go try and pack my shit and avoid my lush of a mother,” I replied quickly. MJ threw me a mock salute before turning around fully and walking away. 

“Make sure you call me tonight so I know you’re safe!” she shouted over her shoulder. I chuckled to myself at her antics and entered the shitty residence I legally had to call home.

Peter’s POV

“Ned, I swear to god,” I groaned, walking down the street, rubbing my eyes in exasperation.

“Oh, come on,” he shot back, clearly just as irritated as me with the topic of our conversation. “It’s so obvious it’s literally painful at this point." 

"You’re insane,” I grumbled, pushing past the other New Yorkers bustling past us as we headed up the steps to Delmar’s. “Liv and I are best friends man." 

Nodding at Mr. Delmar in place of a hello, I wandered idly down the isles in search of some sour candies.  

"Okay first of all, as your best friend I’m offended,” Ned deadpanned. “Secondly, friends don’t act like the two of you; like how you’re always staring at her when you think no one is looking? Yeah, which everyone has noticed by the way." 

Despite my best efforts, I could feel the heat rising in my neck and creeping all the way up my face straight to the tips of my ears. As Ned chuckled at my obvious discomfort I scoffed, snatching a bag of gummy worms from the shelf and pushing my way past him. 

"So? You’ve seen her, she’s interesting to look at,” I retaliated, hoping against all odds that my voice sounded nonchalant. 

It was true. After all, Liv captivated the attention of anyone lucky enough to be in her presence without even really trying. For one thing, she dressed completely differently than any other student at Midtown. Her signature look always involved her favorite pair of ripped jeans, a black band t-shirt from her extensive collection (most of which had come from concerts that she’d dragged me along to), her faded red-flannel, and a pair of either hi-tops or combat boots. Her dark blonde hair was always a mess of flyaway waves and curls, and she had more piercings than I could realistically number. 

Additionally, Liv was, and had always been, incredibly outspoken. Even before my hearing became advanced, I could instantly tell when she entered a room, no matter how crowded or noisy it was. If her naturally captivating presence wasn’t enough to announce her arrival, her loud voice and infectious laugh did the trick. It was definitely safe to say, Liv wasn’t like any of the other girls at Midtown, or like any other girls anywhere to be honest. 

“Oh, please, looking is the understatement of the millennium and you know it. You freaking gaze at her man. Hand on your cheek, eyes glazed over, mouth open; It’s honestly kind of impressive you’ve not physically drooled at the sight of her yet,” Ned chuckled to himself. 

“Shut up, I do not!” I protested as I tossed my stash of candy on the deli counter. 

Mr. Delmar turned round to face us, leaning down and resting his forearms on the counter. An amused look overtook his features as he began rifling through the pile of sweets I’d collected. 

“Mr. Parker, big weekend with the girlfriend?” he casually asked, smirking knowingly. I groaned and clapped my hands over my face, rubbing my eyes in disbelief. 

“Come on man, not you too,” I muttered through my palms. Ned looked at me with an absolutely shit-eating grin, both he and Delmar chuckling at my obvious discomfort. 

“What? I know when you get Swedish Fish you’re going to be seeing her,” Mr. Delmar continued, holding up the aforementioned candy and grinning. “And if this un-godly pile of junk is any indication, you’ll be together for a few days. At least I hope so, because this is a disgusting amount of sweets for just one day.”

“Okay, yes, I am going to hang out with Liv this weekend. Because we are friends,” I ground out, arms crossing firmly across my chest. Ned rolled his eyes once more, and Mr. Delmar chuckled and shook his head. 

“Él está negando este. Su novia lo mira como si hubiera colgado la luna, ¡y todavía finge que no lo sabe!” Mr. Delmar told his employee loudly, laughing and patting the man’s back. My eyes narrowed, arms crossing even tighter at his comment. My Spanish may not be good enough to know exactly what he said, but I’d have to be an idiot not to know it was about Liv and I. 

It wasn’t like I didn’t know what they meant. I’d been in love with Liv since we were practically toddlers, and I’d spent my entire life trying to forget that. When we were kids, I fantasized about us growing up and getting married all the time, but as the years went on, I slowly realized that my feelings were not reciprocated. It was abundantly clear that Liv does not and had never thought of me in that light. 

People mistook us for a couple all the time, and she was always quick to correct them. In fact, she usually ended up lecturing them about how old-fashioned it was to assume that just because we were not the same gender that it must mean we were together. Each time someone referred to me as Liv’s boyfriend, I wanted nothing more than to grab her soft hand in mine and grin, proud to be the one she’d chosen. 

But our relationship wasn’t like that, no matter how much I wanted it to be, so I just go along with whatever she says. I wish I could say that it’s gotten easier as we’ve grown, but the fact was my feelings for her had only increased as time went on. A fact which I was both painfully aware and completely terrified of. 

Ned could pretend he was offended all he wanted, but everyone knew that Liv was my best friend, without a single doubt. She was there for me through everything: Ben’s death, becoming Spiderman, and every single thing in between. She was the person I wanted to speak to most when I first woke up in the morning and the last one I wanted to see before I fell asleep. She knew everything about me and I her, and the thought of losing her to any degree was out of the question. Our friendship was one straight out of a movie or something, a natural dynamic unlike one I’d seen between anyone else. How could I risk that just because of a silly crush I’d harbored since before I even stopped thinking girls had cooties? 

I couldn’t. 

I’d come to the conclusion long ago that if I wanted to keep Liv in my life I had to do everything in my power to squash my romantic feelings aside. And for a while, that plan worked out just fine. But lately Ned, MJ, and even Aunt May had been pressing me for details about Liv and I, insisting that we belonged together. Though I knew they all meant well, I couldn’t help my growing frustration with their meddling; they just didn’t understand how our relationship worked. 

I was getting more and more worried by the day that one of them would end up saying the wrong thing to Liv, and cause her to distance herself from me. The thought alone broke my heart, and I couldn’t even fathom what I’d be like if that day ever came. 

“What do you think Murph?” Ned interrupted my thoughts with a coo. He scratched the shop cat’s ears fondly as the lazy feline laid idly on top the deli counter. “Blink once if you think Peter should just man up and tell Olivia how he feels." 

Murph eyed me intensely, almost as if he’d understood what Ned had been asking. After a few moments his almond shaped eyes closed deliberately before he continued staring at me. I rolled my eyes in disbelief, already dreading the reaction from the now giddy men next to me. Ned immediately burst into laughter, hands flying to his stomach and head thrown back. Mr. Delmar smiled, sending a knowing glance in my direction as he too laughed. 

"For the love of—,” I exclaimed in irritation, practically slamming money on the counter and preparing to walk out the door. 

“You can’t argue with that Pete,” Ned  chuckled, seemingly somewhat calmer. I pursed my lips in frustration. 

“You two are insane,” I complained, hand pushing the door open. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to meet my best friend." 

Translation: He is denying this. His girlfriend looks at him as if he had hung the moon, and still pretends he doesn’t know!

[dreamcity-rawr]

Living with Mark

[BULLET SCENARIO COLLECTION]

Member: Mark Lee  (ft.dreamies)    in which you share the same apartment as mark Genre : slice of life-ish things Length : 945 words Warning: swearing lol

you needed to move out of your family home for college

so johnny introduces you to mark, who is looking for a housemate

the apartment was quite close to your college so you agree trusting johnny much 

and you find out mark is a super chill guy

he helps you out on the day you move in and gives you detail on what you should know about the apartment

you hit it off right from the beginning and get casual with each other very soon

a little too casual at times

sometimes you both walk around the apartment half naked

mark walks around in his sweat pants, shirtless most of the time because it’s too hot he’s too hot

while you walk around in your oversized tees, sometimes not really bothering to wear shorts if the shirt is long enough

it definitely flustered you the very first few times you saw him

but you got used to it real quick

mark with his fairly toned abs and muscles are nice to look at okey?

you eat together a lot, ordering food delivery most of the time

but sometimes you wake up in the morning to mark cooking

he can cook, he’s not that bad

and yall eat breakfast together

at one point, you don’t bother locking the shared bathroom anymore

mark really knows how to respect your privacy

whenever he’d see the lights in the bathroom turned on from beneath the door

or he heard the sound of the shower,

he knew to stay away and wait

he walked in on you  sitting on the toilet pooping while on your phone one time

he apologized but you just told him it’s okay, you weren’t revealing anything anyway

“don’t mind me” you’d say, not looking up from your phone

so he went back in, got his toothbrush and went to brush his teeth in the kitchen

or once when you were drying your hair, he just walks in, half awake, to pee

you didn’t really mind anyway, cuz there was only one bathroom and yall both needed to get ready to school

yall had a non-see-through shower curtain so even if the other walks in, yall not too shocked

“I’m just gonna put my clothes in the washing machine”

“kay, mark…..oh oh, put in my clothes too while you’re at it” you’d say over the sound of water     running

when you both have no plans for the weekend, yall usually watch something together in the living room

just thrown over the couch with pillows and a blanket

one thing that you’d never thought you would do was cuddle

you didn’t want to be awkward with him so you tried not to get too touchy in case it made him uneasy

but ever since the time yall tried to fit on the couch together while watching a movie,

you found your back flushed against his chest, his arm slung around your waist as you lay there

you didn’t mind it

actually, you enjoyed it

so the next times, cuddling just came naturally to both of you

it’s warm, comfy and you don’t see it as too intimate maybe

sometimes, his friends just enter the apartment out of nowhere

and they see you snuggled up on the couch

and they sure as hell tease yall about it

his friends come over quite often

and while you don’t mind their company because they are super fun to hang out with,

there are times when they decide to stay over and it’s hard to really fit all six of them on mark’s bed

so some of them end up sharing YOUR bed

chenle kicks you in his sleep, hyuck snores loud af and jaemin is just soooo clingy

other nights, jeno takes all the pillows, jisung’s limbs are stretched everywhere and renjun’s fingers always end up wrapped around your neck making you a little unsafe  

so you get out of your own bedroom and sleep on the couch

and there mark sleeps, also kicked out by the rest of his friends

so you end up sharing the couch with him

mark’d apologize to you continuously the morning after cuz he knows how uncomfy the couch is

he makes it up to you by ordering some of your fav food

you absolutely adore him for his consideration

you get really bad cramps when on your period

the very few first times your moodiness confuses the crap out of him

but the next time it happens, he knows what to do

he gets you a bunch of snacks, makes you warm tea, boils a heat pack for your tummy…

when the pain is too much on you’d breathe heavily and sweat

he’d then just sit by your side, rubbing your back or tummy, hoping the pain’d get better somehow

or this one time you broke down in stress, crying

he ran straight home after you called and asks whats wrong the minute he sees you

when you tell him how stressed out you are because of college

he calms you down and literally lulls you to sleep in his or your bed

and you’re sooooo damn thankful for that

just like you, mark has days when he comes home totally stressed and devastated

he’d go straight to the couch and fall face down on it

you’d offer to make him anything eat or drink

you’d help loosening his tense muscles with massage

and you’d always make sure he sleeps on his bed, not on the couch

overall, living with mark is really great

he is the most amazing, caring and considerate person ever

and sometimes, it makes you think you’d really live it if you could keep this up for the rest of your life

you don’t feel like living with anyone else

“I never told you but….I’m glad that you live with me. Thank you” he says one day

“thank you for keeping me here”

“no, really, the past people who lived here were either lazy, assholes or just overly sensitive”

“I mean….not everyone’d be okay with their housemate farting that much”

“I don’t fart THAT much”

“mark….i can’t even tell whether I’m breathing air or your fart right now…..that’s how often you fart”

   author’s note    thank you so so much for reading~ feel free to drop by and send me a request~   ♥️ I love you  ♥️ 

[golbrocklovely]

only the lonely survive // colby brock - chapter twenty: so filthy, dialed desire, swallowed pride but spit out fire

A/N: first off, super sorry that this is late. i took a really long nap lol in case you are wondering why i didn’t post yesterday and instead i’m posting today, i have moved my writing schedule for wednesdays and thursdays (and then the occassional one off random day when i fill out request). tuesdays just weren’t working for me. anyway, please let me know what you think of this story so far. i’d love to hear what you have to say. i’ll be posting another chapter of Twisted tomorrow and tonight i’m gonna try to fill out some request. okay, see yall later :)

description of the story

taglist:  @ajosieface , @localsleeper , @julyrubyrose , @far-to-many-bands , @absolute-randomness-forever

trigger warning: light smut, cursing, drinking, partying, talks of virginity

word count: 2036

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DAY 11/14

"What's up you guys, it's Skye here. And for today's video I'm gonna do a get ready with me slash q and a. I asked you guys on twitter to ask me some questions, so I figured I would answer some while I get ready." I shrugged, staring into the camera.

"I'm going to a party tonight with some friends. It's very last minute so this might have to be a very fast get ready with me." I snorted, pulling out my makeup.

I laid everything out and looked down at all of my choices. Glancing behind me, I looked at my outfit I was planning to wear.

"So for tonight, I'm gonna be wearing this black velvet skirt, which has pockets. God bless." I giggled, "And then I'm gonna wear this grey, key-hole cut top, and black thigh boots."

I slowly started to apply my makeup, starting with some foundation. "Let's see what the first question is..."

I scrolled through my replies on twitter, screenshoting a bunch. "Well, as guessed, the number one question is am I dating Colby?"

I sighed, patting my foundation on more. "No, I'm not dating Colby. We're really good friends and we're super close. I know some of you saw that post that was going around about me, Colby, Brennen, and Casey. We literally hang out all the time together. We're all just friends, y'all."

As I moved on to my eyeshadow look, I saw another question. "’How did you and Colby meet?’"

"Casey has been friends with all the Trap House boys for a while, and me and her have been friends for a couple years now. We decided to take a trip out to LA for a bit as a graduation gift to ourselves, and she surprised me by telling me she's friends with all of them. I met Corey first, and then I was introduced to everyone else right afterwards." I admitted, trying not to ruin the eye look.

I scrolled a little bit further down, coming across he who must not be named. I rolled my eyes. "Someone asked 'do you still hate Travis Marcus?'"

I paused, swiping away the fallout from the eyeshadow. "I never hated him. I still don't hate him. I do think he fucked up by making fun of me, and he hasn't apologized to me since he lied about the whole situation. I don't really want an apology. I'm done talking about it, to be honest. I wish him the best, but I'm done with him."

I cleared my throat, applying my blush and highlight quickly. I then looked at my makeup in the mirror next to my camera. "I think... I'm about done with this look. I don't really wear too much makeup to begin with. I'm gonna answer one more question and then I gotta go."

I grabbed my phone, searching through my replies again. A message popped up from Colby with a bing.

Colby: can't wait to see you tonight

I smiled, glancing up at the camera quickly. I finally stopped on another question. "Oh! This is a fun one: 'Will you go on a XPLR trip with Sam and Colby?' Um, no plans yet. However, I'm so down. I love exploring and going to spooky places, so I'm ready whenever they are."

"I think that wraps up everything for this video. Thank you to everyone that asked me questions. Thank you for all the new people that are following me. I appreciate you so much and you mean a lot to me. Hope you all have a good day, and I'll see you next time. Bye!" I waved at the camera for a moment, then reached over and turned it off.

"Are you ready, Skye?!" Casey yelled through my door.

I rolled my eyes, smirking. "Almost! Just gotta change!"

/  /  /  /

"Who's party is this anyways?" I yelled at Casey as we walked past the speakers.

"Uh... no clue. I think it's just some random influencer that invited everyone they could." She replied, linking arms with me as we walked to the backyard of the house.

House... more like mansion...

We shuffled through crowds of people, finally making it to the back. We spotted Colby and Brennen sitting on a lounge chair together next to the pool. They both waved at us as we strutted over.

"Hi baby. Oh... Casey you're here too." Brennen smirked, as he gave me a quick hug.

Casey's face twisted up as she slapped his arm hard. "That's not funny."

Brennen winced, covering his arm. "It was a joke, woman! You know you're my only baby."

He embraced her, placing his mouth against her ear and whispering something to her. Her face relaxed back into a light smile.

Colby pulled me into his lap. Turning my face to his, I wrapped an arm around his shoulder and placed a kiss on his cheek. "Hi Colby."

Colby smiled softly as his arms slid around me, pulling me closer to him. "Hey. I was wondering when you would get here."

"Sorry it took a while. Uber got lost on the way." I whispered.

Colby nodded his head and kissed up my neck. He then buried his face into me, nipping at my skin.

"Colby, stop." I giggled, pulling away from him.

He laughed. "What? Am I not allowed to kiss you?"

I looked into his eyes, noticing how they slowly looked me over. He bit his lip while he stared.

"How drunk are you?" I smirked.

He gasped dramatically. "I've only had one drink. Why? Do I look drunk?"

"Maybe a bit. I only assumed because you're being a little... grabby with me." I responded.

"You just look so sexy, I can't help it." He shrugged smugly.

"'Sexy', huh?" I questioned jokingly.

He brought his mouth to my ear, so only I could hear him. "Good enough to taste."

A shiver ran down my spine. My nails dug into his shoulder for a second. "Colby..."

"What?" He smiled innocently. His eyes bore into mine and I couldn't look away.

"Um... I need a drink. I'm gonna go get one." I stammered, sliding off his lap.

"Okay, babe. Come back soon." He stated.

I nodded my head and slowly walked away. Taking a deep breath, I tried to calm down my heart.

That boy is gonna be the death of me.

I strolled into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of vodka, pouring a shot and taking it quickly. I needed to take the edge off but didn't really feel like drinking. Cleaning out the solo cup, I filled it with water and gulped it down. My skin felt hot under my clothes, a heat waving down my body. Once I felt sort of calm, I sighed.

Two hands grasped my waist from behind, spinning me around. Lips landed on mine instantly, taking my breath away. I could feel the ring-cladded hands slide down and grip my hips. I smiled into the kiss and pulled Colby's body closer. My hands tightened their hold on his forearms. He bit my lip as he stepped back.

"Sorry... I needed to do that." He mumbled, his voice breathy.

I felt my heart beat speed up. A growing want settled in my mind and body. I needed him. Right now.

Should I do this?

"Fuck it." I grunted.

I clutched Colby's wrist and dragged him to the nearest bathroom. I yanked the door opened, pulling him inside and slamming the door shut.

Colby laughed. "What are you-"

I cut off Colby with my lips, wrapping my arms around him and gripping his hair. He moaned against my mouth and pressed me up against the counter. His hands slid down my thighs as he hoisted me up onto the counter. I immediately wrapped my legs around him, pushing my body into his. His tongue slipped into my mouth, his fingers dancing along my sides. A moan escaped my mouth as he bit my lip teasingly. A hand slithered up my back and into my hair, tugging. My head fell back, and he began to attack my neck with his tongue and teeth, leaving wet marks up and down my throat.

"Fuck, Colby." I gasped.

He smirked against my skin. My hands wandered up the front of his shirt, caressing his torso. His lips left my neck for a moment as he ripped his shirt off, pushing himself back into me. Our lips attached again, my legs wrapped around his hips. My fingertips dug into his shoulders and waist as we started to grind against each other. His hands pushed up my skirt, making sure I was as close as possible.

My breath hitched in my throat as he slid a finger up my thigh and started rubbing my clit.

"You're so wet." He hissed.

I nodded. "All for you."

He bit his lip, his finger slipping away. He groaned as he stopped his movements slowly.

"What are you doing?" I whined, breathing heavy

He sighed. "I'm sorry. I know... I instigated this. But... we can't do this."

"Why?" I asked, my legs falling off his hips.

"I don't want our first time to be in a bathroom at a random party. As much as we both want it right now, I'd rather not do it here." Colby admitted, keeping his head down.

Our first time... my first time...

"Right." I cleared my throat. "...Okay."

"You're not mad?" He questioned, glancing up at me.

I smirked. "Frustrated... sexually. But not mad."

He chuckled. "Good. I would hate for you to be mad at me."

I leaned forward, kissing him sweetly. "How could I ever?"

/  /  /  /

After our almost first time in the bathroom, we calmed down and went back to the party. We spent the rest of the time chilling with Casey and Brennen. We all called it a night early, deciding the party wasn't as interesting as it had seemed to be.

Casey and I got home, changed, and ordered pizza. We sat in the kitchen, eating immediately.

"That party was such a bust." I remarked, biting into my slice.

She agreed. "I'm surprised it was that boring. Most LA parties I've been to are so much fun."

I paused for a moment, needing to open up. "Me and Colby almost had sex tonight."

Casey choked on her pizza slightly. "What? Where is this coming from? Subtlety just isn't your strong suit, huh?"

"What? I need to talk about it!" I exclaimed, giggling.

"Well, why didn't you have sex?" She inquired.

"He stopped us before we could."

"Again?"

"...Yeah. He said he didn't want our first time to be in a bathroom at a party. Which I understand." I replied.

Casey raised an eyebrow at me, putting her pizza down. "Our first... you haven't told him you're a virgin?"

I shook my head. "No."

"Why?" She asked.

"Because.... I just can't." I sighed, continuing. "What if he finds out and backs out of it? Or thinks I'm weird for being one at twenty-three?"

"Out of all the boys in the universe to be that douchey, Colby would not even fall in the same category. You know he's not gonna judge you." Casey stated.

"I don't think he is like that, but in a worse case scenario, he could be. I can't take that chance. I care about him too much for this minor detail to fuck up everything." I grumbled.

"Why would you want to be with someone that would do that to you though?" Casey responded.

"I know Colby isn't gonna be like that, regardless of if I tell him or not. But I can't. I'm embarrassed enough about it as it is. Besides, it's not that big of a deal." I insisted.

"He might want to know." She mumbled.

"Well, if he asks... I'll tell him. But otherwise, he won't know." I said.

"Are you ever gonna tell him?" She questioned, leaning on the counter.

I shrugged. "Maybe one day."

"You do realize we're gonna be leaving soon? If you plan to have sex with him, you might want to do it ASAP." She chuckled, walking out of the kitchen.

Fuck... she's right.

<< CHAPTER 19 || CHAPTER 21 >>

[leelee10898]

For you: Chapter 3 - Ice Ice Baby

Summery: Leo and Aria arrive at the palace, will things with Constantine and Regina go smooth, or will it go up in flames?

Rating: Fluff, slightly mature for language. 

Chapter Inspiration: Vanilla Ice - Ice Ice Baby

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Aria and Leo pull up to the palace around 5:30, they were to met Liam, Constantine and Regina for dinner. Aria stares out the passenger side window, anxiety starting to make her panic a little. Leo took her hand “are you alright love?” He questioned, sensing her fear. “No, but I need to do this. As long as I have you I will be fine.” She sighed squeezing his hand. “You always have me love, I am right here.” 

Bastian met them at the door, the palace staff took their luggage. “Duchess Arias belongings are to be taken to my quaters and not her usual suite, she will be staying with me.” Leo ordered them, after everything that had happened he did not want her alone, he also hated sleeping with out her anymore. “You’re looking well. How are you Bastian?” Leo clasped him on the shoulder. “Just fine, Duchess Aria how are you feeling?” Bastian turned his attention to Aria. For safety purposes Leo, Aria and Liam thought it best he be in the loop about the pregnancy. Should any safety concerns arise he would know how to proceed. “Better now that I am not puking my brains out anymore.” She tries to make light of the thick tension hanging over her,Bastian chuckled. “Dinner is at 6pm, his magesty trust you will be on time?” Bastian said arching his brow. “Yes of course Bastian.” Aria spoke up. “My apologies, it was Leos tardiness I was referring to.” Aria giggled “ Don’t worry Bas, I will make sure he doesn’t get into to much trouble while we are here.” “Has anyone else arrived?” She questioned walking behind Bastian. “Not yet your grace, I will inform you when they do.” He answered.

*****

Leo and Aria enter the dinning room. Liam was there waiting for them. His eyes lit up when he seen her, she looked radiant. A tinge of jealousy coursed through his body when he caught sight of her holding Leos hand. She is happy, thats all that matters. He told himself. “Aria you look as beautiful as ever.” Liam wrapped her into a hug. “Leo isn’t giving you to much trouble is he? You know I can have him locked away in the dungeon if he gets out of hand. ” he chuckled. “Haha brother.” Leo pulled him in for a quick hug, patting him on the back. Before they could sit Constantine and Regina joined them. Aria felt nauseous, she had not faced the former king and queen since Madeline shot her. She knew Regina hated her for the fact her niece was dead.

 They sat down as the staff served them. Everyone else was given salmon except Aria. Liam made sure the kitchen prepared her something entirely different as he was told seafood was not ideal for pregnant women, not that they could not eat it, but Leo being ever so protective insisted she have a different option. Aria did not mind, she was not a fan of seafood in the first place. “Why does Aria have chicken? Salmon is on the menu” Regina scoffed. “I had the kitchen staff prepare her a different meal, due to her dietary needs.” Liam spoke up. “What does it matter Regina.” Leo questioned. “You two are always giving into her, she has you both wrapped around your fingers.” Regina’s words hitting Aria like daggers. “Dear perhaps this isn’t the time ” Constantine whispered, trying to calm Regina. “No, this is the perfect time. She is a duchess now, although I am not sure why, a lady should always eat what is served and not expect changes be made.” 

“ENOUGH.” Leo hollered. “I will not allow you to speak to her that way Regina. She is the mother of my children and you will show her some respect.” Leo slammed his hands on the table. “Children? Leo are you saying?” Constantine stammered. “Yes Father Aria and I are expecting twins in the fall.” Leo softened his voice holding Arias hand. “Oh Jesus, you aren’t even married.” Regina scoffed. “I am going to be a Grandfather, that is wonderful news, congratulations.” Constantine smiled. “You.. you’re happy about this?” Aria spoke up. “Yes my dear, Oh I can not wait to have children running around again, when are you due dear? Constantine gushed. "November 4th.” Aria whispered completely stunned at Constantine’s Joy. “Wow, I did not know it was twins.” Liam stammered.

They finished their meal in silence. Regina abruptly leaving afterwards. Leo and Liam enjoyed a drink, Constantine pulled Aria to the side. “My dear I want to apolgise for what happened earlier. My wife, she has her ways about her, and sometimes our spouses make us do things that we do not want to do.” He paused a moment, she could tell he had more on his mind.  “I know what I did to you, well you may never be able to forgive me. But I am truly sorry I had those letters sent.” Constantine hung his head. Aria sucked a breath in “I blame Madeline, and Regina for this Constantine. You played a role, yes. But my anger is with Madeline and Regina, not you.” She let her breath out. “Is everything ok over here.” Leo wrapped his arm around Aria. “Yes son, I was just apologizing to Aria. I owe you an apology too, I was wrong to tear you away from such a wonderful woman all those years ago. I am happy you have found your way back to each other. As a father you want whats best for your children, do not make my mistakes, listen to them, let them tell you what they want.” Constantine’s eye met Leos, it seemed there was something left un said. Leo reached out and embraced his father.

 “Aria, the others have arrived.” Bastian interrupted. “Well, this old man needs to retire for the evening. I am glad we were able to talk.” Constantine kissed Aria’s cheek and he walked off.

“Could you have everyone meet us in here once they get settled please. ” Liam ordered. “I planned on having cake with everyone for Drakes birthday, but he would kill me if I announced it.” Liam chuckled. “So no cake?” Aria pouts. “We are having cake just not singing happy birthday.” Liam chuckled. “You shouldn’t have told me it was Drakes birthday Liam.” Aria chuckles. Liam smiled, he knew she would want to make the best of it, Drake could tell Liam no, but not Aria.

A few minutes later their friends entered the dining room. “So what’s for desert Liam, I am starving ” Maxwell plopped himself into chair grabbing a fork and knife. “Oh we are having, cake…. birthday cake!” Aria giggled looking over at Drake. The staff sat plates of chocolate cake down. Aria couldn’t help herself as she dug into the delicious milk chocolate slice of heaven.

“Liam! You have a big mouth.” Drake grunted. “Its Drakes birthday??Oh noo we have to celebrate. This place has a stacked bar right?” Ellie jumped up “of course it does, I say we take this party to the ball room.” Leo chuckled. “ yes, lets do this. Drake you deserve to have a little fun. Can we Liam?” Aria batted her lashes as she finished off the last of her cake. “Ok, fine just as long as we don’t completely wreck the decorations for the Gala.” Liam buckled, he could never tell Aria no. Aria and Ellie giggled running off to the ball room, they were joined by Leo, Liam, drake, and Maxwell. “Ellie grabbed a bottle of whiskey pouring five glasses.” Here you go guys, we need to toast.“ Ellie announced as she passed out the glasses.

 "You forgot one little petunia, little blossom doesn’t have one. ” Maxwell noticed “yeah Hale, if I gotta endure this shit, you bet your ass your drinking too.” Drake insisted. “Just water tonight guys.” Aria declined. “No water, whiskey! Maxwell go pour Hale a shot.” Drake ordered as Maxwell dashed behind the bar. “Aria cant drink.” Leo blurted out, he gave Aria a apologetic look. “Why the hell not Rhys?” Drake cocked his brow at Leo. “ Go ahead Leo, they were bound to figure it out sooner or later. ” Aria grabbed Leos hand. “Well, the reason Aria cant drink is because she is pregnant.” Leo announced. Their friends were in shock, all but Ellie and Liam, as they already knew. “Yes, everyone we are having twins. ” Aria chuckled. “Twins!” The group yelled in unison. “Ok, ok, ok lets get serious yall, were toasting to Drakes birthday, and the Twins!” Ellie gathered everyone one in a circle as they raised the glasses and toasted. 

Maxwell put some music on, as the group drank and laughed. Have another Rhys, Drake elbowed Leo wanting him to have another Whiskey. “No Drake I better not, I don’t want to get to drunk. ” Leo shook his head. “Hey you, have fun, let lose. We are celebrating Drakes birthday, and If I cant join in, somebody’s got to drink a few for me.” Aria placed a hand on her stomach. She leaned, her lips brushed against his. “I love you, do I tell you this enough?” Leo chuckled returning her kiss. “I could stand to hear it more.” She teased.

Some time later after the group drank a couple bottles of whiskey Ellie had enough of Maxwell’s music selection. She walked over to where his phone was plugged in, and plugged hers in. She randomized her spotify music. “Ahhh shit Aria its out jam.” Aria laughs as the two of them break into the first verse of the catchy 90s tune.

All right stop

Collaborate and listen

Ice is back with my brand new invention

Something grabs a hold of me tightly

Then I flow that a harpoon daily and nightly

Will it ever stop?

Yo, I don’t know

Turn off the lights and I’ll glow

To the extreme, I rock a mic like a vandal

Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle

Dance

Bum rush the speaker that booms

I’m killin’ your brain like a poisonous mushroom

Deadly, when I play a dope melody

Anything less that the best is a felony

Love it or leave it

You better gain way

You better hit bull’s eye

The kid don’t play

If there was a problem

Yo, I’ll solve it

Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

Aria and Ellie dance around the room as Maxwell joins in singing along with them. “What the fuck is this?” Drake slurrs out. “I have no idea.” Liam chuckles and hiccups as he watches the three dance around the room. “Its Vanilla Ice. ice ice baby.” Leo snorts and rolls his eyes. Sometimes he forgets just how much younger his brother and friends are then him. Yet Aria was the same age as them and here she was singing along to every 90′s song that was played. He watched her dance around with Maxwell and Ellie, she was singing along and laughing. He felt his heart skip a beat at the sight of her. She wasn’t drunk yet she was carefree and fun. Dexs words replaying in his mind I don’t see a ring on her finger. Fucking Dex, he wanted nothing more then to put a ring on her finger, he wanted her to be his wife. He had planned on asking her, but he after everything they had been through she deserved something special. The three men continued Drinking as Ellie,Aria and Maxwell sang along to every song that played. 

Sometime later Ellie and Maxwell decided to call it a night. Leaving a very drunk Drake, Liam and Leo behind with Aria. Aria said her goodbyes and walked over to where the guys were sitting. “There’s my baby, and my babies.” Leo placed his hands on her stomach he leaned in placing a sweet kiss to her small bump. “Daddy loves you two sooo much.” He pats his lap for Aria to sit on it. He wraps his arms around her “I’m going to be a dad guys. Can you believe it?” Leo slurred “hell no I cant, never in a million years Rhys.” Drake bellowed. “Ooookay Daddy lets get you to bed.” Aria stood up reaching for his hands. “Take me to bed future Mrs Rhys.” Aria chuckled “future Mrs Rhys huh?”  Leo flashed her a wide smile.“Look at Leo, already whipped.” Drake teased. “Hey! the the wifey says jump, you say how high Walker. You’ll learn one day.” He chuckled stumbling backwards. “Goodnight gentlemen.” Aria waved as she ushered Leo out of the ball room. 

Once they reached their room Aria helped Leo out of his shoes and clothes. “If I didn’t know any better I would think you were trying to seduce me love.” Leo hiccuped. “As much as I  would love to, I think you have had a bit much to drink for that.” She chuckled helping him onto the bed. He grabbed her wrist “While I may have had ALOT to drink I am serious about one thing.” Aria raised her brow “I want you to be my wife love, I want you to have my last name and be bound together for the rest of our lives.” He looked at her through bloodshot droopy eyes. The man was three sheets to the wind, but even then she could see the sincerity in his eyes. She kissed his forehead “and I would like nothing more then that. But for tonight, lets focus on getting some sleep. We have a busy day ahead of us.” Aria changed into one of Leos t-shirts and climbed in bed next to him.

Leo wrapped his arms around her, one arm around her chest, and the other on her belly. Aria smiled, Mrs Rhys, she thought to herself, she yawned I like the sound of that. She closed her eyes as the exhaustion of the day washed over her, putting her to sleep.

[theintrovertedspiritualist]

“I'm angry all the time... what's happening with me?

How can I stop this?😔”

- Sage

- Eat meals regularly

- Deep breathing

- Calm.....go detox yourself. Get into a salt water bath..a candle and eye patch for both eyes. Lie back till your ears are covered...and focus on your breathing..slow in...slow out. Should be as dark as possible..just float...

- root chakra problems maybe? try some grounding exercises :)

- Meditation 🧘🏾‍♀️

- Be still with yourself. Write down what you need in relationships (intimate, friend, family, work, etc) then, identify where the gaps are. Also, explore what in life you feel forced to do. Start from those answers, and make shifts accordingly. Ask your Angel's to help you harmoniously align to your higher self.

- You may be taking on someone close's energy and May just need to simply get back in nature and ground more. Walk barefoot in the dirt, walk barefoot in the ocean or a lake, heavy epson salted warm bath with visualization of the negative angry energy going down the drain techniques when showering

- Anger is a result of pain, past and present. Identify the cause of the pain. Address it , maybe in therapy, support group or with someone you feel comfortable and safe with and will be totally honest with you. Be gentle with yourself and be patient with the process .

- I have felt this lately and I worked with my selenite yesterday and I feel soooooo much better!

- Is there something going on that you feel you have no control over. Maybe you wish some would be a certain way or say things differently. I usually get this way when I become overwhelmed by others. I always react and take on things when really its not going to change a thing. Im learning to practice the pause. Pause and think if this is something that really needs all this attention. If not then try to breathe and let it go.

- For thw sake of processing/growth: Learn about primary & secondary emotions, get to the root cause

- Unhealed trauma. Try to dig a bit deeper and see what's really going on that disturbs your inner being 🌟🙏

- There could be some unresolved childhood trauma that you're neglecting or perhaps you bury your emotions and thoughts and do not have a healthy way of releasing them. My suggestion is finding an outlet to release the negative energy. Writing in a journal, kickboxing, yoga, hiking, working out at the gym, etc. It's good to find things that help release your endorphins and serotonin & dopamine....a.k.a "feel good" hormones. And if you need anyone to talk to, Im sure many of us on here (myself included) are more than willing to lend a listening ear. Sometimes venting lifts the weight off of your chest that you didn't realize you had. Sending you love ♡

- Anger is a symptom of something deeper. It could be something you've suppressed a long time that is trying to reveal itself to allow you to heal. Or something happening now, that you try to suppress so as not to speak the truth and harm a relationship or someone's feelings. The best way to heal that symptom is to find its cause and address that issue. Our emotions are always signs to whether our spirit is happy with our path. Once you find the cause, EFT (Emotional Freedom Technique) is the answer I found to clear the roots. I hope this helps. Don't ignore it or give it simple cover-ups, because eventually you will need to face the cause. Otherwise, it can drain away your chances for true happiness. I'm not preaching, but sharing from experience. Sending love!

- What helps me with anger is writing down everything I am angry about it and then Burn the paper and Let it go..and Wine LOL

- Check your surroundings. The company you be around. If they are unhappy you maybe be feeling there negative energy

- Release the anger in race... go speak ure truth... wright it down destroy something.. because if you calm.. it will pop up again and again.. ask ureself where does this anger come.from 🍀🍀🍀🍀

-Here too. The eclipse combined with the new moon is causing intense emotions. However with 2020 approaching, we need to allow these emotions to bubble up and resolve them asap. If not I am seeing a whirlpool of drowning and severe consequences.

- Let’s take a check in our lives, what dream are you letting go, what is that thing that is making you feel this way, is it a person, is it something that you need to do to better your relationship with yourself, it could also be that you may have forgotten of yourself and haven’t had time to do something just for yourself, look inside and you’ll see what is making you feel this way and whatever it is you start making fixes to it at your own pace.

- USE YOUR LEFT HAND MORE For Daily Activities .... It's Mellows You Out So Much You won't Notice .

- Gotta take time. Address what's hurting you 🙏🏾 then fix your face 💪🏾 and go do something good natured that makes you smile, practice, until it's all better...so they say. Good luck 🖤

- What do you do to discharge the emotions you take from others? What media are you absorbing? I noticed the more negative and depressing things I watched or read, the less I was able to clear myself and my emotions. I stick to happier things, cartoons, love stories, up beat songs. Things like that

- who, and what, are you really mad at, and about? your self?

- Not sure of your eating habits or anything else so let me assume. Fast food amd some restuarants have food loaded with hormones and antibiotics. Just think of ppl coming off steroids with their hormonal imbalance makes them angry. Same thing with toxic food that's overloaded with hormones and GMO foods. First thing to do is always find a clean source of Food Water and Air to detox. Second thing I suggest is to not watch anything political or even religious as ALL POLITICAL AND RELIGIOUS based media is (FEAR DRIVEN) stay away from smokers... Make love to your man. Yall look like the perfect couple. And last thing and most importantly......RUN. Run every day until you can run 5 miles a day. Running is the only exercise that will help you balance your emotions to such a level.. if you do absolutely everything I stated then you will feel the change. I promise that.

- I was literally they a few months ago. I embraced who I needed to be in that moment. I'm still not the same, but are we ever the same as we used to be? Good luck.

- Your ego is injured - Ask why?

- Eclipse season. Identify your feelings. Are they yours? Nurture mind, body and spirit. Sage yourself and your surroundings, drink water, exercise, yoga, meditation, spend time with nature, ground yourself, work on your energy through visualization, etc. It is time for letting go. What are you holding onto? Is it worth carrying all that around? Work on yourself and connect to your higher self. Have you ever been in love? That is how you should feel about yourself. There is a novel I can write here but I won't. Hope this helps. 🤞❤️🙏

- We encourage each to attempt in all relationships to move from a point of fourth-density love, acceptance, forgiveness and willingness to move on. That is the pattern of learning, not to linger too long in negative emotions but, rather, to honor that negative emotion whenever it arises, to sit with it as long as it needs to be sat with in order to be accepted, in order to feel that it has been honored. And then, when it has been honored and there has come a peace and a balance and some small understanding, it is time to say, “Amen. I am sorry. I begin again.” And let mistakes be mistakes, but stay in the light and the love of the one infinite Creator while you make the mistake, and, after you make the mistake, allow yourself your own love rather than your judgment. For judge and grasp the lesson you certainly will, but then it is time to release that.

- This is so random, but wheat and gluten do this to me.

- recognising what triggers you

- Ilona someone is angry because others have push their buttons. The answer is to respond not to react. And when you have expectation that doesn't go your way you are frustrated and become angry. What are these trying to tell you? You cannot change what is out there and what you cannot control, but can change the way you react to it. It's within you. Stop trying to control everything and free yourself from expectation as it always brings disappointment. Change the way you see things. Be peaceful and let go. ❤

- What helps me is remembering to not be so hard on myself and let loose a bit. Go out and have a ball!! Have fun and do something you love! :)

- If you’re angry address it head on. It will eat away at you. Anger is destructive because until you find an outlet for it (exercise meditation etc) or your calmly confront who or what is causing it you will feel worse.

- You react to the energies around you. Observe.

- Observe your triggers. Change the pattern change the result. Question yourself so as to know yourself. The two wolves battling inside you have the same name. Anger is sometimes necessary, yet irrationally being angry to aviod accountability & release via taking it out on innocents is detrimental to you as well as others & over all environment. You are not seperate from the air you breathe. Now anger can be fuel to better yourself, yours as well as others over all circumstances via being driven to change ones detrimental patterns. I suggest searching it honestly in a bit of seclusion by changing environment. Often it is sign of underlying unhealed traumas. Truly sometimes we never heal those deep ones, we just develop radar so to speak to avoid dashing apart upon lifes shallow reefs. Anger is often a forgivable offense towards yourself and others. Most cases all that is needed is to distance yourself so as gain another vatage point. Change of perspective can be miraculous honestly. It's your mind, change it. Attempting to smile still releases chemicals that make you happy. Above all else focus on breathing. That's all one can really do to overcone most issues. Neuroplasticity, change a pattern change the result. Physics

- Time for a change

- Be angry. Go out into nature and let your anger out. Talk to God, to loved ones unpresent. Be honest. Scream. Stop judging yourself for being angry. Anger is beautiful when you don’t withhold it. It is vulnerable to actually express it instead of false anger known as blame. Blame is not anger. Blame seeks to hold on to anger rather than let it release. It is not going far enough, using self judgment to control it rather than self awareness and properly parenting your inner child.

- change your thought, can change your mind. say 2 yr self 100 times everyday LOVE LoVE LOVE ✌✌💚💚💚

- Breathe .. take time to nuture only you .. journal ir relax.. laugh .. whatever Bec .. yin/ yang describe different ways reminds dark light so . Go flow be and take kick boxing

- You have to address the root cause. It will be painful, but you’ll set yourself free. Also, blowing off steam from yoga or fitness classes or walking in nature can help

- I am angry because of the apathy of people. Being very empathetic I feel that I have an obligation to make a difference in any way that I can and become frustrated by those who put their own self interests first. I try to let it go and focus on making myself the best person that I can be and to let my actions represent my values.

[astralcircuit-blog]

Headcanon list!!

Tagged by: @solitcire Tagging: @pressnerftocontinue @brokenbcw @ridesagain (yall dont have to do it if you dont wanna! <3)

Can they use chopsticks:     She can- one of her favorite meals is Sushi! She can pick up a grain of rice lol. Her hands are just very sturdy and have a great, focused grip- it took practice for her to get used to, and she doesn’t mind teaching others how to use them too.

What do they do when they can’t sleep:     It depends on how she’s feeling that night. She frequently has trouble falling asleep because, well, she has insomnia. She can sleep pretty deep when she gets there- but getting there is the hard part. Usually she’ll be up late, laying in bed and letting her depression and anxiety consume her. Imaginary arguments, fights, thoughts of suicide and wondering if anyone would care if she were gone. Sometime she’ll just ignore those thoughts and feelings, listening to calming sounds to try and get her mind to quiet down.

What would they impulse buy at the grocery store:     Chocolate ice cream. Like, 5 gallons of it probably. She eats it straight out of the carton while watching comedians doing stand-up probably.

What order do they wash things in the shower:    Hair first, then body. She likes to sit in the hot water of a shower and think, but it’s usually just daydreaming. If she knows she’s home alone she’ll belt out whatever songs she’s feeling at the time.

What’s their coffee order:    Chocolate chip java frappe. Cold, sickeningly sweet, but she loves extra coffee in it. Don’t get between her and her coffee- she gets defensive over it. If she offers you a drink, you should feel incredibly special, since she won’t usually share. Ever.

What sort of apps would they have on their smartphone:    Lots. She uses her phone while working, at home, or traveling. Probably has the constellation apps, as well as a journal app to make spontaneous notes in. She’d have snapchat for sure- she loves taking pictures of her locations (and herself) and sending them to friends. IM apps too of course, even though she doesn’t have many people to talk to. Music streaming, probably has a few cute mini games about dogs. 

How do they act around children:     Noire actually doesn’t like children very much. They’re too loud, touchy, they talk nonstop... it’s her worst nightmare. That doesn’t mean she’ll treat the children badly! She’ll be very friendly and interactive if the kid wants to hang out with her, but she wouldn’t babysit or humor it for very long. Probably make an excuse that she needs to go home or something. 

What would they watch on tv when nothing they like is on:     If nothing is on she’ll either re-watch her favorite recorded shows or turn on a console to watch Netflix or play some video games. One of her favorites is How the Universe Works. 

[agentstegosaurus]

Taegi ABO!AU

Summary: Yoongi turnt (as in turned/presented as an omega for the very first time) ft. Taehyung trying to make him chill

-When Yoongi presented, it was right before the end of the semester and the rest of BTS were off doing something else, somewhere else (JM+JK left for Busan together approx. half an hour ago, NJ+Hoseok were sitting for their last exam papers, Taehyung+Jin were out with their course mates and friends).

-Yoongi was alone in his room since he wanted to pack up his stuff before leaving the day after. 

-When it happened, Yoongi was just baffled.

-He didnt see it coming at all. Omega. It was so heavy and hefty on his tongue. He saw himself as a Beta. He had high hopes to present as a Beta. 

-To summarise this, Yoongi had an existential crisis. Like a nanosecond of existential crisis before he abandoned his duct tape and boxes and messy folded clothes on the carpet and just fumbled around for his phone bcs he needed to at least google about “How to REALLY know you are an omega and not just shitting yourself” (he did this while going to the mini refrigerator to grab himself a drink bcs he just CAN’t DEaL right now).

-He was somewhere between his second and third can of soda when Taehyung suddenly swing the front door of his dorm room open and the soda slipped from right under the pads of Yoongi’s fingers. 

-Here, he briefly looked at Taehyung before slowly turning to watch the fizzy liquid dribble out from the open can rolling on the floor. 

TH: HEY hyung I think I left my- What are you doing?

-There was a pause where Yoongi said nothing and Taehyung just tried to decipher whatever scene he landed himself into bcs from where he was standing, Taehyung saw Yoongi on his knees, body angled towards the refrigerator, can of soda abandoned and sweetened liquid soaking his jeans. 

-The silence broke when Yoongi let out a loud, LOUD painful wail. 

-That’s when Taehyung straight up knew something was awfully wrong bcs the last time he heard that, Yoongi forgot to kiss Min Holly goodbye after leaving his Daegu home and only realised that when they were both already on the bullet train to Seoul. 

“hYUNG,” Taehyung was instantly on his knees by Yoongi’s side, “WHO HURT YOU? SPEAK TO ME.”

-At this point, Yoongi was just so numb that he couldnt hold himself back.

YG: OMega

TH: Um????

YG: I presented. I’m an omega. (here Yoongi was just staring right into TH’s eyes and TH just stared right back) I’m an omega, Tae. A shitting omega. 

TH: YOU PRESENTED? ARE YOU SUR-

YG: I NEED ANOTHER drINK 

TH: NO HYUNG NO. From now on you need to take care of your bod- HYUNG NO. LET GO OF THAT RIGHT NO W. 

-So after Taehyung successfully wrestled the cans safe from Yoongi’s grabby hands (while also effectively getting both of them lathering their clothes with soda drink from the floor), Taehyung sat Yoongi down on the couch before helping Yoongi wipe off his hands and face with tissue since Yoongi was just staring off into space and doing nothing to try and help himself. 

-So what followed was Taehyung opening up his laptop, spending the last  of his app store credits to download the pdf file of the online version of “The A to Z’s for the O(mega)s : For Dummies” while Yoongi silently watched the sunlight filtering into the room from the windows. 

TH: OK Hyung. You got this. Remember, you need to start eating healthy food. Cut back on soda and junk. Like, here in chapter 1. They say that your reproductive system should always be in healthy condition so you could- Hyung you ok? Do you want some water? I’ll just go get you somethi-

-Yoongi then just broke out into a mess of incoherent words till Taehyung could finally understand some bits here and there.

YG: I never wanted this TAe

TH: Hyung it’s going to be okay, alright? Shhh. Calm down. It’s going to be fin-

YG: SHUT THE UP TAE. SOME GODDAmn ALPha is gonna CLAIM my ASS one of THESE DAYS. HE GONNA WHIP ME OFF THE FLOOR CLEAN IN MY SLEEP AND YALL GONNA BE MISSING ME-

TH: HYUNG IT’S GONNA BE OKAY 

-So instead of going back to his room after retrieving his thumb drive, Taehyung stayed with Yoongi for the rest of the day, seeing that he couldnt trust Yoongi to not trash the whole apartment and burn down the whole building. 

-Somehow, Taehyung ended up snug on the couch with Yoongi sniffling into his arm and chest. 

-He didn’t rlly know how react to this since it was all still foreign grounds for him + Yoongi wasn’t exactly the type to be wailing and whiny, for as long as they’ve hung out with the rest of their circle of friends. 

-But the way Yoongi slightly trembled at every sniff of his snot, Taehyung felt something knotted at his chest. It didn’t sit well with him to see Yoongi being so distressed. He almost wanted to bawl his eyes out, too, but he stilled himself by taking lungfuls of air and slowly combing through Yoongi’s black locks; keeping in mind that he needed to be strong for Yoongi at the moment. 

TH: Everything is going to be alright, hyung. If some shitty alpha does come to get you, he’ll have to come through all seven of us, including you. We’ll fight his ass off. 

YG: *Snorts* you guys can’t do that. That’s against the law.

TH: Then I guess I’ll just have to present as an alpha right? Assert my dominance an all that. I’LL SHAKE HIS HAND TILL HIS BONES BREAK. 

YG: *SNORTS* OKAY DUDE 

-Yoongi knew Taehyung was just saying stuff. But deep down inside, he always knew that if he ever did presented as an omega, he wanted an alpha who could imitate Taehyung. Imitate how Taehyung strongly possessed the traits of an alpha yet, be gentle and kind all the same. Or maybe he just wanted Taehyung.

-That night, Yoongi fell asleep fast and snug to Taehyung’s warm body. He rlly didn’t care if Jin or NJ or Hoseok would walk in on him being so vulnerable and soft under Taehyung’s touch. He supposed that it’ll probably be the only time he’ll ever get to have Taehyung like this before reality finally hit in the form of some faceless alpha. 

-When summer break finally ended, all of BTS gathered at the bar downtown to celebrate Yoongi’s presenting. 

-All of them were there except for JK, JM and TH who were caught up in traffic. 

-Yoongi, Hoseok, NJ and Jin were just waiting for them at a table when Yoongi was suddenly hit with an overwhelming scent. He could detect bergamot, crushed grass under feet and the earthy smell of birch. He never felt so safe and secure.

-When he whipped around to find the source of it, his eyes landed on dilated brown orbs. His eyes landed on a lean, lanky frame that emerged amongst the almost crowded bar. 

-Alpha. Holy shit. Taehyung is an alpha. 

-But Taehyung’s scent, Taehyung’s gaze, Taehyung’s presence. All of it engulfed Yoongi whole and it was so overwhelming. It was different than all the other alphas he’s seen and interacted with in all his 24 years of life. This gaze was different than the one he last saw a few weeks back in his apartment, on the couch. 

-Taehyung looked like he wanted to breed Yoongi right then and there. 

[excusemymind]

If You Stay - Three

Note: OH MY GOD, I’M THE DUMBEST! I TOTALLY FORGOT IT WAS THURSDAY! Sorry about it, but here we are. This should be a fun reading, hope you enjoy it and lemme know if you did! Sorry it took me so long to update, like, in general. Love yall! xx

One - Two

"I was starting to think you were dead." Courtney said as she saw Adore coming out of her bedroom. She had slept for almost a whole day.

Adore smiled, still slowly functioning and went to sit next to Courtney on the couch.

"How was it?" Courtney asked, wanting to know more about Adore's date.

"A disaster," Adore said. "It feels like it every time, I can't."

“Tell me more.” Courtney encouraged.

“I got drunk.” Adore shrugged. “I know it’s not that much but it’s not thing I should to in those situations, I feel like every time we meet I screw up somehow.”

“You don’t!” Courtney patted her friend in the arm.

“And it gets worse,” Adore confessed. “All he does it place a hand in my lower back and it makes me have goosebumps, it’s ridiculous! I’m like, craving for him to touch me. I think we have chemistry, I can feel it, there’s attraction too, no doubt… If he wasn’t such a fucking gentleman I would have more clue if it’s mutual, whatever it is.”

“I’m sure he’s into you.” Courtney cheered up her friend. “Are you meeting again?”

“I don’t know, he left today…” Adore remembered. “I get it if he doesn’t, I’m okay with that, it was my fault.”

For the rest of the day Courtney kept company to Adore, trying to make her feel better and forget about that. At first Adore would check her phone every ten minutes, but she never saw what she was looking for. As the week came in, she got things to do and study which distracted her a bit, but not fully, she was aware Roy hadn’t contacted her yet and it felt so strange to feel like this. They haven’t texted that much for her to miss it that bad, she just wanted a signal. As the days went by, Adore got less and less excited than she normally was, her normal self, she didn’t realized that, but Courtney did, and as a friend she would do something about it.

Adore was enjoying her very much wanted sleep on the saturday morning, and she had no plans for the day, therefore she had no reason to leave the bed. Her peaceful sleep was interrupted, way too soon on her mind.

“Wake up.” Courtney said next to Adore.

“Why?” Adore grumbled, her eyes still closed.

"We're having a spa day!" Courtney announced, excited, walking to open the curtains in the bedroom and let the sunlight in.

"What?" Adore sounded confused, hiding her face under pillow as all the light came in.

"You heard me," Courtney explained. "We're just gonna lay there and get ourselves some facials, massages, mani and pedis, get our hair done and some wax on those bodies. C'mon, we totally deserve it."

“If there’s no alcohol involved I’m not leaving this bedroom.” Adore said even though Courtney’s idea was great, but drinking was always an extra.

“It might be.” Courtney was standing near the bottom of the bed, waiting.

“Fine.” Adore said after a minute and Courtney made sure to hurry her up, they had to be there by 9am, so it left Adore with less than hour to get ready.

Their bags were taken and placed in a locker, they received a number to get their belongings at the end of the day. Their clothes were taken off and folded in a pile, they were going to be in robes for most of the time, expect when they had to be naked.

There were candles in every corner, flowers, stones, white towels, water fountains. The place had a calm and relaxing aura that made everything outside it look foolish.

Adore wanted the massage first, so they were instructed to the room, laying face down on the stretcher with a tower covering just their asses. Soon there were soft hands on their bodies, exploring each piece of their backs and pressing the tense spots, making both of them moan from relief. It was hard not to fall asleep.

It felt so good they could lay there for hours, but it didn’t lasted as long. With their robes back on, they walked to another room and sat on the leaned chair, their faces would now be the focus. Very expert fingers cleaned it, massaged and applied the cream on their faces, letting it rest for a while. When they were done with that, it was time for a lunch break.

"You didn't invite Willam?" Adore asked as she grabbed a bit of her salad with the fork.

"No," Courtney said, they were seating in a wood chair, and near the open part of what looked like a garden. "I thought it would be better if we had a girl day, just the two of us. We can see each other tomorrow."

"Thank you, Courm." Adore meant it, she really need something different to lift her mood.

They had a mud bath, then wax on every body part they wanted. Their nails and hair were done and Adore left feeling so much more better with herself than before. Her skin was amazingly smooth, her hair was beautiful, it was a boost on her self esteem.

“Popcorn, wine and Mean Girls?” Courtney asked as they got home.

“Fuck yeah!” Adore said and went to get those things ready, as they spent the last few hours of the day watching movie on the TV and drinking.

The bell rang as Adore poured some cereal in a bowl for her, adding milk right after. She grabbed her bowl and walked to the door, opening it without bothering to looking to find out who it was first, the door revealed Willam.

“You up?” Willam said, Adore might be known to not wake up early, it wasn’t early in the day, but it was early to see Adore awake already.

“You can kiss my ass.” Adore rolled her eyes and stepped aside for Willam to enter, who gave her a brief hug and a kiss on the cheek when she passed by her side.

Adore closed the door and went to table, she placed her bowl on it, it barely had space left as she had spread her books, papers and laptop on it, and Willam walked inside the apartment, looking for Courtney.

“Hey,” Courtney smiled as she saw Willam behind her at the reflection of the mirror, she was curling her hair. “I missed you.”

“C’mere.” Willam placed her hands on Courtney waist, that quickly put down the curling iron and turned around on Willam’s grip. She had a big smile as she cupped Willam’s face, Courtney leaned in and meet her lips halfway, a sweet and long peck became a heavenly smooch.

“I’m almost done,” Courtney said when they finally parted, reluctantly and breathlessly. “Just give me five minutes.”

“Okay.” Willam nodded and decided to get lost, or else it would take a lot longer for Courtney to get ready if they weren’t a feet apart from each other.

“Are you sure you’re not coming?” Courtney asked as she walked into the living room.

“I’m good, I have some things to finish up,” Adore said while Willam stood up, reaching for Courtney’s hands and the couple got ready to leave. “Have fun guys.”

They said goodbye and then Adore was alone, the place suddenly too quiet, but at least she could get some focus and get her things done. She finished eating and surrounded herself with her books, researching. When her phone ring she realized she didn’t know much time it had passed since Courtney left, she also jumped in the chair, scared.

“Hi.” She said, she grabbed the phone to answer it so fast she didn’t saw whose name was on it.

“Have you been to New York?”

Adore then pulled the phone away from her ear and looked at screen, for her surprise, it was Roy. “Does the airport counts?”

He clacked on the other side of the line and Adore could almost see it perfectly on her mind. “No, it doesn’t.”

“Then I haven’t.” She placed the phone between her head and her shoulders, hoping it wouldn’t fall off.

“Why don’t you come spend the weekend?” Roy suggested. “I won’t be going to California for now and I would love to see you, and properly show you the city, hopefully.”

“Ummm…” Adore wasn’t expecting that, and the offer got her speechless.

“I have a place you can stay, just give me a few of your information and I’ll send you the tickets.”

Was it too early for her to fly miles to see him? Was it too soon, in general?

“Okay.” It left her mouth faster than she could process.

“Great.” Roy said.

Adore was still processing the calling moments after they had hung up. She was going to New York. It was exciting, fun, but it also made her a bit afraid, anxious. Slowly she got back to finishing her papers and the day went by like nothing really happened. When Courtney arrived, Adore shared the news with her, always the careful one, Courtney was unsure about it at first, but Adore’s excitement made her relax a bit and be happy for her friend too, being less neurotic about the situation.

After her classes on Thursday, Adore dropped at home just to grab her luggage and head to the airport. Tickets in hand and bags on the other, she felt a little excitement growing on her belly in every step she took. While she was in line to send off her bags, she got a message.

I’ll have someone picking you up. Sorry but I can only meet you tomorrow night, in the meantime you can go shopping around. See you soon.

A smile appeared on her face, she felt even more spoiled, Roy was doing everything he could to take care of her and be sure her needs were taken care off too. All she had to do was enjoy the flight and the trip basically.

It was almost midnight when she arrived, she felt restless and she was dying to take a bath and lay on a bed after hours of being stuck in a plane. She walked carefully, looking at everything around her like it was the first time, keeping it in her mind. Everyone else around her seemed to be in a much more different pace, she didn’t felt the rush to do the same for once. She was enjoying her own slow motion world, until she spotted a man holding a sign with her name, she had almost forget about it. Raising her hand shyly, Adore approached the grey haired man, who hurried to help her out and carry her bags, leading the way.

She settled down on the backseat while her bags were being putting away and soon they left. She looked through the window to the both famous and unknown city for her, that even late at night was very much alive, it is after all like they say. The ride didn’t take long, at least not for Adore, since she had no clue where she was and where things were. The door next to her was opened and a hand was waiting on her, she took it and left the car, looking again around her and memorizing everything, like something she would collect, she wanted to remember those things, keep them in the back of her mind.

The door was opened and it didn’t reveal much besides some huge windows from top to floor on the wall, giving her a nice view from above the city and some buildings nearby. Adore took a few steps inside and soon the light illuminated the place, the apartment was decorated nicely, something between modern and comfy, and it was bigger than she thought it was.

When her amusement faded away, she remembered she wasn’t alone. She looked back and her bags weren’t even there anymore, the man was near standing near the door, waiting for an order or dismissal.

“Thank you so much.” She said.

“You’re welcome.” The man nodded. “Mr. Haylock said you can ask me for anything you might need, I’m at your service.”

“Wow… Thank you, but it won’t be necessary for now. I’m going to take a bath and grab something to eat from room service. Have some rest, it’s late already.”

“If you need me…” He handed her a white car that had just his number.

“Got it.” Adore smiled, thankful. “Good night.”

Silently, the man made his way out and Adore was alone again in a unknown city and place, but she didn’t feel scared as before, almost like the night would protect her, calm. She wandered around the place, discovering what was where, and she was really glad when she walked into the bathroom and found a bathtub. She turned the water on and got ready.

Bubble baths made her feel like a queen, someone important, like she was treating herself and she deserved it. When she was done, she grabbed the robe hanging near and wrapped it around her body as she walked back to the bedroom. The big bed with with sheets seemed to invite her, tempting and comfy. Adore decided to lay down and she was right, it felt like clouds. She could feel herself falling asleep and she welcomed that feeling, she would worry about everything else tomorrow.

In the morning, when she woke up from her well deserved sleep, Adore was excited to see New York in the daylight. She really didn’t have much to do expect going out, and that’s what she did once she got all dressed up.

But Adore didn’t know where she was going, she didn’t had a particular place in mind either, so she just walked, excited for wherever it lead her. Not so far from her apartment, she spotted a nice coffee shop and entered to have some breakfast, the smell of fresh goodies attracted her like a magnet. Once she had food on her system, she returned to the streets.

She keep track of the way she had to do to go back, as the streets seemed endlessly and so did the people on it. Just when Adore decided she had to come back or she would be lost and was about to turn around, she spotted a nice store across the street, the products displayed caught her interest and then she was crossing the street, entering the store with a smug smile on her face.

Roy exhaled in relief when his meeting was over, meaning he was free for the rest of the day. He was going to head home, drop his work stuff, take a shower and meet Adore, maybe they would go for drinks or dinner. He didn’t care much about where they would go, he just wanted to relax and get to be in Adore’s company, he thought she was funny and carefree, which was exactly what he needed.

“Adore?” Roy called as he closed the apartment door, he had texted Adore telling her he was coming but although the lights were on, the place seemed quiet.

“Over here.” She answered after a minute from afar. Roy then followed her voice’s direction, turning on his left and entering the living room where he stood there shocked.

Adore had one of her legs up on the couch for support, she looked up and smiled at Roy as she finished placing her stockings with her garter belt. She had a white lace kimono wrapped around her body, and as she stood up perfectly, Roy saw there was something else beneath it. He was staring at her speechless and he was conscious about it, the smile on her face showed she enjoyed every second of it.

“Like it?” She asked. “I just brought them this morning.”

Roy remembered to close his mouth or else he would start drooling, he swallowed thickly when he did, nodding in response.

“Oh, I’m so stupid, you can barely see it. Wait.” She said and then brought her hands to the front of the short kimono, untying the weak knot she did moments before. She did it slowly, there was no reason to rush and she seemed to want to tease Roy, who was poorly standing still on the spot he stopped.

She let it slide through her shoulders, revealing the peach lingerie set she had underneath it. Roy didn’t know where to look at first, he wasn’t even expecting this. His eyes followed her every move, moving from her stare to the skin of her shoulders, as he saw the bra perfectly placed, the color was soft and went beautifully with her skin tone too. His eyes keep their way down, finding the delicate fabric with crystals around her waist, the panties and nude stockings. The whole look was breathtaking.

“Don’t you think it’s pretty, Roy?” She asked once she took off the kimono completely and placed it on the couch, he nodded again, his throat was too dry and his mouth watery. He didn’t seemed like he was about to move a muscle, so Adore took one step forward, closer to him, then another. “Don’t you think I’m pretty?”

Adore stood in front of him, waiting for an answer while Roy’s mind ran with thoughts but his mouth kept shut. He coughed to clear his throat and get himself together. “It is.” He nodded again. “You look beautiful. You are beautiful.”

She knew that already, but she needed to hear him say it. She needed to know if he think she’s pretty, and he does. They were close enough, but not enough to Adore, that gave another step forward letting no space between them. He could feel her breathing lightly on his face. He looked at her eyes and then her lips, she did the same as they stood there in a moment of their own, everything else forgotten. When Adore spoke again, they lips brushed against each other.

“Do you think I’ll look better without it?” She asked, grabbing his hands and placing it on her waist.

Roy was holding up the best he could, but just like that, Adore threw him off completely, he was gone. He brought one hand up, cupping Adore’s face and staring at her beautiful plump lips that always looked so kissable. His thumb brushed against her lips and she sucked it while staring into his eyes, it felt like there was no air left in the room for him to breathe.

He was attracted to Adore the moment his eyes landed on her for the first time, any sane person would feel the same. Every time they got to spend some time together, he couldn’t help but feel this huge attraction, every time he stared at her he wanted to cross the line and kiss her. It must be mutual because Adore crossed the line he so carefully respected and planned to follow, so he pulled his thumb and kissed her.

It felt like everything she needed was being given to her when Roy kissed her, she desperately wanted him to want her, and now that he showed some interest, she couldn’t be more glad. She placed a hand on Roy’s shoulders and the other one on his neck, parting her lips and sucking his bottom lip. His hands were tight around her waist and Adore pressed her body against his, she waited a long time to feel him, for this.

The kiss grew eager as both of them kissed passionately, Adore moaned on his mouth and Roy moved quickly, grabbing both of her legs and pressing Adore against the nearest wall. She threw her head back and Roy attacked her neck, kissing, licking, biting, and she held him place with her thighs around his waist.

Roy held Adore by her ass and walked them blindly through the apartment as they couldn’t keep their mouths off each other, he reached the bedroom and laid Adore on it, taking his shirt off before leaning in and back to kiss her again. It was not a feeling he would let go easy, Adore’s lips against his. He wanted to kiss her over and over again, and the feeling of touching her was completely new, and he would definitely be able to do it again.

Adore wrapped her legs around him again as Roy kissed his way down her neck, one hand squeezing her thigh. He kissed her whole body and Adore loved every kiss, especially the ones he placed softly above her nipples. She arched her back at the sensation and Roy quickly managed to put his hand underneath her body, opening up the bra.

He pulled the piece off and threw it away, way more interested in what it revealed. Roy looked up at Adore and she had her eyes closed in anticipation, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. He licked her nipple and Adore arched her back, her hands gripping on his shoulders.

Roy hooked his fingers on Adore’s panties and pulled it down, leaving the stocking on her naked body. He kissed her stomach just below her bellybutton, he was savoring every part of her, but it was a blessing and a torture for Adore. When Roy was fully naked, Adore took a moment to appreciate the sight and she couldn’t be happier, his body was beautiful. And she needed it against her, feel his tempting cock pounding inside her until the words coming out of her mouth were incomprehensible.

Adore’s grip around Roy seemed to get weaker the closer she got to her climax, her toes were curled and the thin layer of sweat on their bodies made it all much more sexy for both of them. Roy left her body trembling when she finally came, he held her tight and reached for his own orgasm that followed not long after. He laid by her side, both recovering from their first kiss and everything that happened after that. Adore’s brain could not process a coherent thought except she had the best sex in her life.

Roy placed a sweet kiss on her shoulder and Adore turned to look at him, a giant smile on her face. She leaned in and then they were kissing again, with the same intensity that before, and Adore was on his lap, feeling him grow again and then inside her. She rode him until they both came again, and they changed positions a few more times until the sunlight entered the room, illuminating their naked and moving bodies. Until their bodies fell on the bed, exhausted and satisfied.