#and now she sent me on a break even tho my shift started only an hour ago??? and im not hungry like at all????

[solitaireships]

❓️ for the prompt meme (one of my favorite emojis tbh) - effiesaude

Emoji prompts: ❓ - “is this what you want?”

This prompt is now officially the longest thing I've written for on here, so thank you for the suggestion @orlz! I ended up going with Alexander for this, tho I did consider using Bruce for a bit bcs I associate that emoji with him a lot lol

Rating: G

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2033 words

Content warning: Mentions of plagues/epidemics

Divider by newlips (who apparently deactivated, but I have the link to the post with the dividers)

The sound of a bell ringing draw’s Xenia’s attention away from the monotony of reviewing shipping details at the counter of her bookshop. The work day is drawing to an end, and with that there always seems to be fewer people stopping by the bookshop. She doesn’t mind the break— there are always plenty of customers around lunch. But as her shift draws closer and closer to ending, a final push to keep herself from getting too tired is appreciated.

And it’s even more appreciated when she sees none other than Alexander walking in.

“General,” Xenia greets with a nod.

“Detective,” he replies. 

“Give me just ten more minutes.”

“Take all the time you need.”

He says that, but Xenia knows that time is a precious commodity. For the two of them, she would argue that it’s even more precious.

Xenia had thought that Alexander and his troops would leave after the Polyhedron fell. They had only come here to help deal with the Sand Pest. She had expected that they would leave after it had been dealt with, going off towards another military campaign. Especially with the commander at their head— everyone knows about Alexander Block, how he rose through the ranks to become a general younger than anyone had before. Big things were supposed to be ahead of him.

And yet he got sent to a dying town. He was sent to a village ravaged by a plague, with no medical team sent along with him to lend a hand. Sent with troops who planned a mutiny against him, left to solve a problem with no clear solution. It feels like too much of an oversight to have been an actual mistake, but as much as Xenia loves to pull at the threads of a mystery, trying to prove some grand conspiracy is beyond the scope of her amateur detective work.

Regardless, Alexander’s time in the Town-on-Gorkhon is far from what anyone could have expected it to be. With it already being outside of what’s expected, it shouldn’t have been a surprise that the general decided to stay in town after the Polyhedron came down.

He’s kinder than Xenia would have expected from a man nicknamed General Ashes. He didn’t want to leave the town to heal on its own, left to pick up the pieces after an unimaginable tragedy. Not all of his troops were happy about the decision to stay in town, and neither were all of the town’s citizens. 

But at the end of the day, Xenia thinks that this will be for the best. When someone’s recovering from a sickness, others can help with the healing process. She doesn’t see a reason why things should be different for a town recovering from an illness. 

Though she might be biased in wanting Alexander to stay here. That was another surprising thing that came from him staying in town these past couple of months. 

Xenia had expected a lot of things from Alexander, but the last thing that she had expected was that she would start dating him. And for once not being able to predict things isn’t terrifying. Caring for him is one surprise she doesn’t dislike. 

Xenia finishes putting the store’s earnings away for the day, locking it up in a vault built into the floor behind her counter. When she gets back up, Alexander is standing by the shop’s door like he’s keeping guard, making sure that no one can come in to interrupt the closing process.

He’s affectionate in his own way. Xenia can appreciate that. She knows she doesn’t show she cares in the most traditional ways either. 

“I should be ready to go when you are,” Xenia says.

“You’re getting faster at that,” Alexander notes as she makes her way over to join him by the door.

“I’m trying to make the best of my time,” she says. 

After all, her time with Alexander is limited. The Powers That Be will always demand more of him, and the Capital will always find a way to keep him busy. He can’t be the town’s guardian forever.

Xenia and Alexander have about a month left together. Twenty-seven days including today— Xenia has been keeping track. She has to make sure she savors every moment she has with him. 

Xenia has never had much experience with relationships. She’s not the best with people in general. She’s good at studying them— figuring out how they work from a distance. But when it comes to getting close to them, she’s always struggled. 

And yet she managed to grow close to Alexander over the course of these last few months. Closer than she has been with anyone, really. She’s dated people twice before, but it wasn’t like this. She’s never fallen this hard or fast before.  

Xenia hates that she finally found someone she could see herself spending the rest of her life with, and things between them could end so soon. Maybe they can try to make things work even while he’s away. She’s always been a problem solver first and foremost, and she’s come up with a couple of ideas for how they could keep their relationship alive while they’re apart. 

But she’ll make the time she has left with Alexander last. 

Xenia will miss getting to go on walks with him like this though. Usually they talk, but today they’re quiet. Still they match steps with each other, the cold winter air from the steppe making Xenia wish she still had a face mask on her. But without that to provide any warmth she inches closer to Alexander so their arms brush against each other. 

Neither of them usually like public displays of affection. It feels awkward to know people could see them being close like this. The town knowing that they’re in a relationship is different from being able to see it, so they try not to do any more than hold hands in public. 

But Alexander doesn’t shy away from Xenia now. He wraps his arm around her shoulder, keeping her close. It’s sweet, something that’s usually reserved for private moments between the two of them.

“You’re warm,” Xenia compliments.

“Thank you,” Alexander says.

They keep going in silence for a while. The streets of the town are confusing to most, but Xenia’s memorized the flow of them. They’re curving and uneven, cutting odd paths more like something you’d see in biology than city planning. But there’s something about them that helps Xenia to think.

Mainly she tends to think about the future. The things she thinks of now aren’t as bleak as they used to be. But she keeps having thoughts of Alexander being there with her— maybe one day moving in, staying with her and being there for her like no one has before. Through birthdays and holidays and all of the unpleasant things that inevitably come with the passage of time. 

Things won’t work out that well. They don’t usually for her. But Xenia can’t stop thinking about staying with Alexander, about him staying a part of her life for as long as possible.

They need to talk about things. Xenia hates doing that. But they need to.

“You leave at the end of the month,” Xenia says. It sounds too sudden, but it’s a good enough start to the conversation.

Alexander nods. “I do.”

“We should talk about that.” 

Xenia doesn’t like the thought of looking at Alexander right now, so she focuses on the streets ahead of her. They’re winding with uneven cobblestones, and along the path she sees some twyre growing, somehow persisting despite it being out of season.

“What do you want to do?” she asks.

“What I’d like would be to continue dating you. But the distance makes things complicated. I don’t want to subject you to that,” Alexander says. 

“Right.”

At least it’s nice to know that he wishes they could stay together too. It doesn’t stop the ache in Xenia’s chest at the thought that this conversation may lead to them breaking up. 

Maybe she should give up. But she’s never been good at doing that. She’s always been desperate to find a way to make things work with everything. 

“But maybe first we could see how things go while you’re away,” Xenia says, glancing towards Alexander out of the corner of her eyes. 

“As in?” he questions. 

“As in we don’t break things off and try to make things work from a long distance,” she says. 

Alexander frowns. It’s hard to tell if he thinks the idea is bad or if he’s worried that Xenia’s just saying that because it’s what he’d want to hear. She’s pretty sure it’s the latter. 

“Is this what you want?” Alexander asks after a moment. “I’ll be away for months.”

“I know.” 

And that’s a thought that Xenia hates. She wishes that she could keep him here with her. The town is safer than any battlefield would be, and she’d be able to see his pretty face everyday. 

Alexander has responsibilities. Xenia knows that. She can’t be selfish and demand he stay. But she wishes she didn’t have to lose him. Not when she’s finally found a relationship that she thinks could last. 

“But I still want to be with you,” Xenia says. “We can write letters until you’re able to visit on leave. If you want to come here anyway.”

“I would like that. Though I’m not sure that I’m as gifted as you are with letter writing,” Alexander says. 

“You can’t be that bad. And either way, I’ll like hearing from you.” 

And, most importantly, getting letters from him will reassure her that he’s safe and alive. 

“I’ll like hearing from you too,” Alexander says. “I like you a lot, angel.”

It takes Xenia a second to process that he said the last part in English. His words are a little awkward and stilted— he’s clearly still getting the hang of the language.

“You— that was English,” Xenia manages to force out when she remembers she should speak. 

“It needs some work,” Alexander admits. “But you’ve always spoken to me in my native tongue. I thought you’d appreciate it if someone learned yours.”

Xenia struggles to find her words more now than she did when she thought they were going to break up. This might be the kindest thing someone has ever done for her, and she doesn’t think that Alexander even realizes how important this is. They haven’t said I love you to each other yet, but this conveys the idea just with different words. It feels like a commitment, like he’s saying he’s here for the long haul. Like maybe the thoughts Xenia had of settling down together in the future might be possible. 

“Thank you,” Xenia says. “I— how much have you learned?”

“Not much. I’ve been practicing for a week. Mostly more, ah, romantic phrases. I hoped to surprise you,” Alexander says. 

Xenia rests her hand on his back. “It was a really good surprise. Would you understand me if I said, you’re the handsomest man I’ve ever met?”

“I… understood the end.”

Xenia supposes she should have guessed he was more focused on learning ways to compliment her than to respond to her own flirtations. 

“How about you’re very pretty?” she tries. 

Alexander’s cheeks redden and Xenia’s pretty sure it’s not just from the cold. “Thank you.”

“You have a cute accent,” Xenia says with a laugh, leaning closer into him. 

“Your accent speaking Russian is very cute,” he replies, quick as ever to try to turn the compliment back on to her. 

“Thank you. I could help teach you more English if you wanted. Maybe I can give you some lessons in our letters.”

“I would appreciate it,” Alexander says. He holds her even closer with his arm as they turn down a narrower street, like he's trying to keep her fused to his side. “I really do like you a lot.”

“I like you a lot too,” Xenia promises. It’s not quite an I love you, but it’s close enough. And for once it’s easy to think that she could stay like this, feeling happy and loved, forever.

[horrible-oracle]

i hate all managers but theres this manager. who i hate with all my soul with a burning passion. i want to punch her in the face a hundred times i want to KILL her.

[d0llpie]

Heyy, this idea just pop up in my mind out of nowhere 😂. So here's the thing:

Some hcs with bokuto, kuroo, akaashi and daichi about their chubby s/o forgot to bring towel to the bathroom before she goes take a bath 😂 she was like " why would i forgot the damn thing?". So she had to run naked to the wardrobe, but that doesn't go unnoticed by her boyfriend. Slightly nsfw 👀 or not. Whatever you want about the concept, but i will be glad if you do write this idea of mine 😂

P/s: i love your works 😆

Forgetting your towel

kuroo x reader, bokuto x reader, daichi x reader, akaashi x reader

warnings: nsfw, nothing really explicit, cursing

a/n: hiii, thank you so much! <3, this idea was really cute thank you for the request

wc: 1.8k

Akaashi

- Akaashi had a lot of work to do for his boss so you knew he wouldn’t be able to spend a lot of time with you today

- You took this as an opportunity to do a self-care day since you’d also been pretty stressed lately

- You started by making yourself a nice breakfast while watching a couple episodes of a show you liked while you ran a bath

- You cleaned up quickly and put on a face mask as you got in the bath, you felt like you were forgetting something so you lit some candles and played some music

- You texted Akaashi asking if the music was too loud but got no reply so you decided it was fine and relaxed into the bath

- You were humming along softly to the music, it was getting pretty hot so you decided you’d get out in a minute. You looked over to the towel rack to see it empty

- You texted Akaashi again to bring you a towel but again got no response, you huffed stepping out of the bath, taking off your face mask before cracking open the door

- The wardrobe with the towels was only a few metres away past Akaashi’s office and you figured you could quickly run there and grab a towel

- Akaashi had finished editing a chapter and decided he probably should take a break now, he checked his phone to see a message from you and smiled, he got up to go get you a towel

- You reached the wardrobe and took out a towel, closing the door to see Akaashi standing there, now blushing as he looked down at you

- “Oh you got my message..” “Yeah..” you went to wrap the towel around you but Akaashi grabbed it from your hands “I’m taking a break...” he grabbed your hips, kneading the flesh softly, pulling you into him

- “Kaashi, i’m still wet” you complained but he only laughed at that, “I hope you are” he chuckled again, squeezing your waist before attaching his lips to yours, smiling against you

- “Is there still water in the bath?” you nodded before kissing him again, he stumbled with you towards the bathroom, pulling his shirt over his head while trying to keep his lips attached to yours as much as possible

- “Kaashi you’re going to fall slow down” you giggled as he struggled to take his pants off, stepping into the bath and holding your hand as you stepped in.

- He sat you in his lap as the water engulfed you both. He attached his lips to your neck while running his hands over your thighs. “I’m glad you sent me that text darling” you both giggled before smiling back into another deep kiss.

Kuroo

- Kuroo texted you telling you he’d be home a little later but he wanted to take you on a stargazing date since he hadn’t taken you out in a while

- You were excited and hopped into the bath to relax and get ready before kuroo got home

- Kuroo was at work, trying to finish his work as quickly as possible to get home to you on time, he missed you and wanted to do something nice for the both of you

- He finished quickly and smiled before heading home, sending you a quick message

- Your message chimes in your bedroom while you were still in the bathroom.

- You realised you forgot a towel so you got out of the bath to go and get one, not caring since you were home alone.

- Kuroo was walking towards your shared bedroom when you strolled out of the bathroom, completely naked and not noticing his presence

- He watched as you took a towel out of the wardrobe before turning to face him and screaming out of shock, dropping your towel in the process

- “Tetsu what the hell?” you scrambled to get your towel as he walked over to you in long strides, laughing at your flustered reaction

- “If this is what i get for coming home early i’m gonna be more motivated to do my work” he laughed again as you wrapped the towel around your body hastily

- “Hi baby” he tilted your chin up to kiss you sweetly, pulling you into him by the small of your back, moving his other hand down further

- “hii” you smiled as he picked you up, you wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck as he smiled back at you

- “I was excited for our date tonight, i’ve missed you, now i’m realising how much more i miss you” he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck as he rubbed one of his hands over your back

- “I think you should just wear this honestly you look so hot right now” he squeezed the underside of your thigh, still holding you up

- You laughed before pecking his lips “let me get ready baby” he reluctantly put you down, smacking your ass as you walked back into the bathroom, smirking at your glare

- “Tetsu what should i wear?” you walked back into the bedroom to find Kuroo lying on the bed scrolling on his phone. “Wear the towel baby i told you” you rolled your eyes before slipping on a dress

- “Okay i was wrong you look even better in that” you laughed at him, doing a spin as he grabbed your hips, pulling you to the edge of the bed, resting his face on your stomach, massaging your ass with his hands

- “C’mon mister get ready” “you should take a bath and forget your towel every time i’m at work” you slapped his shoulder gently “i’ll get ready if you promise too” you rolled your eyes pushing yourself away from him “fine.”

Bokuto

- Bokuto had come home from training only to find the house seemingly empty

- “y/n?” he wandered further into the house, seeing the light on in the bathroom before knocking softly “y/n, i’m home baby”

- “Hi bo!” you called out from the bath after hearing his knocks, “i just got in dont worry i won’t be too long though” you started playing some music “okay, i’m gonna start dinner” you hummed in acknowledgement, relaxing into the water

- Bokuto was busy making dinner when you realised you had forgotten a towel, “Bo can you grab me a towel?” you called out

- Over the sound of your music and the stove cooking dinner, Bokuto couldn’t hear you asking him for a towel

- You grumbled, stepping out of the water and exiting the bathroom. You walked through the hallway down to the cupboard to grab a towel

- Bokuto heard the bathroom door and came into the hallway ready to take a shower himself, he turned to see you, fully naked staring at him

- “Baby if you were in the mood we could’ve just had a bath together!” despite how confident he sounded, his face was bright red and his eyes were shamelessly taking in your figure

- “Sorry kou, i just forgot a towel is all” you pulled a towel from the wardrobe and wrapped it around yourself as Bo pouted

- “Oh okay..” he still stood in the hallway just staring at you without making any effort to move out of your way

- “Come here bo” you rolled your eyes and smiled at him, opening your arms as he ran up to you, wrapping his arms around your middle and lifting you into a hug

- He spun you around in his arms, pressing kisses all over your face “let’s have dinner later baby” he started carrying you to the bedroom before you stopped him

- “Bo you need to shower too!” he frowned before heading to the bathroom, still carrying you in his arms

- “Just wait here okay, you don’t need to wear the towel you know” you laughed at him as he got in the shower “I’m not just going to stand here naked, i need to dry off” you went to exit the bathroom

- “where are you going ?” “i’m going to get you a towel Bo” he opened the shower door, grabbing your wrist to stop you from leaving “No i can just use yours” you rolled your eyes again

- “oh my god Bo just move over” you dropped the towel and stepped into the shower with him, letting the warm water run over you.

- “Hi~” he smiled down at you, pulling your body against his as he sighed out happily “hi bo” you giggled into his chest

Daichi

- You and Daichi had been dating a while yet, he had a spare key to your apartment and frequently came over to have dinner or just spend time with you.

- He rarely ever came over unannounced but he had had a long day at work and wanted to cuddle up with you for the night.

- He was desperate to see you so he came over as soon as his shift ended, forgetting to send you a text prior

- You were getting out of the bath, knowing you forgot a towel to go and get one. You slipped out into the hallway almost falling back in surprise when you were met with your boyfriend standing there with his mouth open and eyes down

- You quickly covered your body as best you could before shrieking “jesus dai- you scared the shit out of me.” he chuckled before prying your arms away from you

- “Do you walk around naked a lot? i’m not complaining it’s just- i dont know i could get used to this” you giggled at that as he placed his hands just above your hips, massaging the flesh gently

- “Sorry to disappoint but i just forgot a towel.” you leant up to kiss him softly “How come you’re here, not that i’m complaining”, he continued massaging your torso, grabbing whenever he could to calm himself down

- “Tough day at work, i’m already feeling better tho, thank you love” he sighed out in exhaustion, pulling you against him and cupping your head

- “No need to thank me, c’mon i’ll quickly get dressed and we can cuddle and watch a movie okay?” you smoothed your hands over his shoulder, trying to ease him into un-tensing them.

- “thank you love” he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, squeezing you tightly for a second before releasing you to get changed.

- You changed and went to your bed, climbing under the covers with your back to Daichi as he placed your laptop in front of you both

- He draped his arm over your waist, resting his hand against your stomach, smiling against the back of your head, drifting off to sleep with you in his arms as you watched the movie

[scarletwidowaf]

broadway, baby. (part 1)

Florence pugh x female Reader

Summery: reader is a singing waitress in a new York restaurant (like in glee) where many famous people go to, and one night the little women cast are are there and R is their waitress.

Warnings: there's some cursing and harassment. Its not revolve around it but its there.

A\N: im soft for florence pugh and this is a complete shit.

masterlist

Credits: Glee Gif Credit • Florence Gifs Credit

“I'm just a Broadway Baby, walking off my tired feet, Pounding Forty Second Street to be in a show. Broadway Baby, learning how to sing and dance, waiting for that one big chance to be in a show.” - Cast of follies

Life can be hard and some days can be rough, especially in your line of work where people competed for the spotlight on a daily basis. but that's life and that’s the road you chose to walk through.  And it's alright, after all, what's life without a spark? A movie without a breaking point? or a shift at Clayton's without drama?

This was one of these days, the kind of days who kept you on an edge as your body and mind both ached for a break.

'Just roll with it. just a few hours for your day off.' You silently said to yourself.

Being a young artist in New York was a challenge you’ve taken on yourself, luckily for you working at "Clayton's" was a good way to start a career.  most people who started working there were young talented artist who were determined to make an impression over the industry. The place was always packed with many famous people, from actors to singers and producers. So, in many ways, working in "Clayton's" could be a ticket to Broadway or the music industry. And that was the reason you moved there in the first place.

You tried the traditional way, but after months of trying to get into college and fix your past mistakes, like your high school career, you decided that this path wasn’t for you. no matter what you did or how hard you tried your ADHD still managed to kick your ass. So, that’s how you ended up as a singing waitress in NY. You liked your job, truly. You liked singing and dancing and meeting cool people along the way, but sometimes it was just too much.

"You look like shit" Aaron said from his spot at the bar.

Aaron was a sweet guy and probably the only straight person in your group of friends. He was charming and talented and most importantly; he was the first friend you got in NY.

Aaron pulled his long brown hair into a bun as he chuckled at you. You huffed in frustration in return.

"Thanks" you muttered as he passes you a mug with coffee, hoping to help you get a grip before the restaurant opens.

"You need to rest" he said. "properly" 

"that’s overrated" you joked and took a sip.

You felt an hand on your shoulder and you turned around to meet your friend's stern gaze. "You, okay?" she asked

"Always" you answered Mackenzie's question and she raised her eyebrow, knowing full well you were lying. 

"we should sing as a warm up!" David, another one of your coworkers and Aaron's twin brother said.

"Let's not" Aaron said as he rolled his eyes at his brother's enthusiasm. 

You laughed quietly as the two started bickering. Mack and you glanced at each other knowingly. Both of you already know who will win in the stupid argument.

15 minutes later, after a group warm up and Aaron's dramatic sighs 'Clayton's' was open for business.

It was a nice evening, not too full, not too loud. And most importantly, not too many known faces.

Of course, you liked to have famous people on your shifts, and it could obviously be a game changer for you but it can get intense at times and you want in the mood. Seriously, how can you be the only one who found singing "defying gravity' in font of Idina Menzel as a very stressful experience?? You were terrified by the idea you'll fuck up in front of the original singer- and make a total fool out of yourself. 

When 10 pm rolled around, every opinion you had about the evening flew out the window. at this point, the restaurant was full with costumers and some known faces as well, and you found yourself holding every inch of you together as you approach the table who was occupied by the one and only Meryl Streep, and some fellow little women cast members.  

 *rule number 1 of working at Clayton's: don't make costumers feel uncomfortable. Don't annoy the costumers, don't ask for autographs if they're famous and generally treat them as normal and respectfully as you can. *

 "Hello, my name is Y/N and ill be your waitress for tonight" you introduced yourself with a small smile. The women smiled at you brightly.

"How does it work" Meryl held the tablet with a puzzled expression. "Am I that old?" She joked

"Barley" One of the other women, Emma fucking Watson, said. 

"I know it looks complicated-" you told them as you took the tablet from Meryl's hand."-But it's pretty simple, actually, I promise. As you can see the top part of the tablet is divided into two sections: The right one who says 'ask for a waiter'- which means that your waiter- which in this case, me, is busy- probably performing at the moment, and you can ask for a different waiter." You said with an ease, knowing the explanation by heart.

"The left section says 'ask for my waiter' which is a pretty simple one to understand... I guess- if you'll need me for whatever reason, you can press it and it'll page me. Feel free to use it."  You said with a smile as you scanned their faces, making sure they understand the first part.

"And the bottom section?" Saoirse asked. 

"The bottom section is the 'refill' sections. It will get into validation only after ill place your order in my own tablet and send to the kitchen." You explained as you gestured to your own tablet. "It's pretty useful, the point of it is that you can ask for a refill without having to social with me. Its awesome"

You noticed one of them, Florence pugh, scanning the tablet with a small smile- as she listened to your explanation. She was absolutely a sight for sore eyes, that's for sure.

"Thats pretty cool" she said and you nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, I got really excited over it when I started working here" you admitted awkwardly "most importantly- When a section isn't relevant its will be grey instead of in color so you won't get confused. Like, for example - if You haven't ordered anything yet you can't get a refill, for the obvious reason. or if I'm not performing you can't ask for another waiter... which means you're stuck with me for the time being" you finished with a small chuckle.

"I don't think any of us mind that" Florence smiled and the others agreed. The blonde smiled at you again and you blushed slightly. "You're singing, right?" she asked out of the blue, just when you were about to leave and let them look through their menus. 

"Yeah, i do. In a few minutes, actually" 

"Thats cool! Good luck" she smiled and you wondered if Emma, who set the closest to you, could hear how fast your heart's beating. 

"Thank you" you said with a smile and turned around to the stage. 

__________________

"you paged? I'm guessing you guys ready to order then" You said as you approached their table after your performance. 

"YOU WERE SO GODD!" Florence said excitedly.

"Thank you" you blushed slightly. 

What. The. Fuck. Y/N?! You scolded yourself.

The others joined into the conversation with their own compliments and you thought you'd die when Meryl Streep, the legend herself, complimented you.

After another few moments the conversation calmed downed and moved to the next, and most important topic: the food. You tried your best to not blush under Florence's soft gaze and keep your focus on the other members of her table as they consulted you about the dishes, but damn, that was hard.  luckily for you it didn’t take long and a few minutes later, their order was sent to the kitchen. 

 The next hour and a half weren't much different. you sang and placed orders, you smiled to costumers and even pretend to laugh at some old man's joke. And maybe (just maybe) you glanced over to Florence every now and then.

The thing about Clayton's is that apart for the famous people who visit there frequently, it also contains many of the rich and the snobs of New York, so you weren't surprised when you got paged from a table who was occupied by two guys with fancy clothes and their parents credit card.

"Hey" one of them said to you as you approached them. 

"hey, welcome to Clayton's! You're David's table, right?" You said and pointed at your friend who started his own performance.

"Yeah, the fag one" the other guy said and your smile fell.

Take a deep breath, Y/N. It's not worth it. 

"I see you guys already ordered a few minutes ago" you said as you checked your tablet.

"Yeah" the asshole confirmed. 

"Okay, in that case, how can I help you?" You asked politely as you could. 

"we would like to get the check." The first guy said politely as he pulled out a few bills from his wallet. "Keep the change" he said as you took it and made sure it was enough.

"Thank you" you smiled politely and made a mental note to give David his well-earned tip.

"my brother want to know if you're single" the asshole said and the nicer guy looked at his with his eyes wide.

Shit.

"I'm sorry, I'm in a relationship" you lied after a moment, hoping the lie will spare both his feeling and any more questions in the subject.

The guy nodded in understanding but on the other hand, the other guy didn’t seem to get the massage.  

"I'm sure he won't mind sharing" the asshole said and you felt sorry for the poor guy for being related to this ass.

"What the fuck Chad" the nice guy said as chad smirked at you.

"yeah... that’s not going to happen." You glared at him "have a great weekend tho" you gritted out and turned around to leave.

you were taken by surprise when you felt chad's hand on your ass. Again, what the fuck?!

"What the fuck is wrong with you' asshole" you gritted out and moved away from him. 

Don't make a scene. He's not worth it. 

"C'mon-" he started to say as he got up. You moved away, knowing you were cornered since the place was full, the lights were deemed and the music was loud. 

"Don't touch me" you said and moved away; you're back hitting an empty table who stood nearly.

"Hey what's going on here?" You heard and turned to catch Florence walking to you.

If a look could kill chad would’ve been dead. that’s for sure. It's like the sweet and excited Florence had left and a different, intimidating (and hot) version of her took her space and so help you god, you were glad she was on your side.

"Nothing! we were just leaving, really" Frankie said.

"None of your business" brad said and Florence raised her perfectly shaped eyebrow, daring him to cross her.

"I see" she said "well, I'm sure y/n won't mind my intruding" 

'Thank god for Florence Pugh.' You thought.

Before chad could press the subject any further David, who just finished his performance, got there. You were sure he noticed that something was happening.

"what's going on here?" he asked after he scanned the situation quickly.

"nothing as I said to your friend, we were just leaving" Frankie said again. 

he didn’t want to draw any negative attention, just like you, and thankfully for the both of you, not many people noticed the situation.

This time chad didn't answer, he just glared at Florence and you while his brother pulled him away from the place.

"so, are you going to tell me what happened?" David asked Florence and you after the two left.

Florence looked at you, waiting for you to answer him. 

"Nothing" you lied. "it's okay David, you can go" you promised your friend. David looked at you with his 'I done believe you' expression, but he didn't press it any further. He just nodded before he turned around and left. 

 Rule number 2: do not make a scene under no circumstances. At Clayton's, everything you do while you're on the clock is practically showcased. You slip? you fall? you sing out of tune? Its under a spotlight, everyone can see that and everyone will have something to say about it. Thats the thing about this place.  most people who started there and moved on to bigger things as Broadway or Hollywood were practically trained to keep their best poker face, act on the demand or pretend that everything is okay when it was clearly not. 

 "You should go back to your table" you said to Florence 

she looked at you with an unreadable expression before she went back to her table. You didn't have much time to read into it since a few minutes later you found yourself at her table, printing their check and having a small friendly conversation with the women. You smiled at them as they left before you turned your tablet off and went to cover for Aaron at the bar.

 "I thought you guys left" You said with a smile when the blonde approached you a few minutes later. 

"Why did you lie?" Florence asked with the same unreadable expression from earlier.

Okay. No smiling then.

"I didn’t" you pulled out two shot glasses and filled them with tequila. The blonde gave you a 'are you kidding me' kind of look and you couldn't help but to chuckle. "I didn't see a reason to make a scene over nothing" you explained and downed one of the shots.

"It wasn't nothing Y/N" she said before taking the other glass. 

"its fine. I'm fine. He didn’t do anything " you said as she downed her shot.

"Yeah, because I was there" she argued.

"I can handle guys like him. Seriously, at this point it might as well be a part of my job" 

"you're not helping yourself"

"I liked you better smiling" you chuckled as she glared at you.

"I'm sure you did"

"shut up" 

"How's your back?" She asked/

The blonde definitely didn't seem convinced about the chad situation but you were just grateful for the change of subject.

"It will be alright"

"Good"

"I appreciate your worry, truly. But I'm fine and I really don't want to hold you back here over it" you said  

"Who said I was worried" she smirked at you with a raised eyebrow.

"Uh, you don't?" You played along 

"Nope"

"Then why are you still here? Its almost 12 am, don't you have something better to do" you teased her 

"no. Do you?" She turned the question and you laughed. 

"I guess not - considering the fact I work here and I'm still on clock"

"Oh, please we both know this place is about to close" she argued your logic

"True" you admitted

"So, if you have nothing better to do, and you don't, would you like to go out with me? You kinda owe me after I saved your ass earlier"

"Uh, and here I thought you did that as an act of kindness" you joked. A small smile playing on your lips.

"Ew no" she said and You laughed. "Well?" Florence pressed with a cheeky smile.

"Yeah, why not. It's not like I have something better to do" 

"Just what I wanted to hear" she joked.

[jerzwriter]

Delaying the Inevitable - Chapter 18 - Crossroads

Book: Open Heart 3 (Post Series)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC Tobias Carrick x F!MC

Rating: Chapter: Teen

Summary: Extended Series WIP – Love Triangle. In this chapter: Casey & the girls enjoy a special girl’s night out, while Tobias & Bryce enjoy a boy’s night in; Tobias has a field day when Casey slips up; after an unusual encounter, Ethan reaches out to a loved one; Tobias’s mother arrives unexpectedly, and boy does she have a lot to say; Casey has a lightbulb moment.

Category: Extended Series (WIP)

Warnings: Drinking, language

A/N: Hello! I’m putting this out a little early because, well, it’s done and I’m impatient. 😊 After a lot of angst, this chapter offers some fun. Ethan is only in one scene, but he will be back more next week. Tobias’s mom Vivian visits. I’m curious to see what you think of her. This is an OC and I adored creating and writing for her.

A/N 2: A reminder, it’s a love triangle folks, and that’s all I’m going to say about that.

A/N 3: It's another mammoth length chapter. Break it up into several small reads if necessary. But I’m getting feedback that a lot of people like them, which leads me to….

AN/4: I’m starting a new position on Monday & my time will be more limited. I am still committed to putting out one chapter per week, I promise. But I may need to make adjustments. Chapters may be shorter and, if so, the story would go on a little longer than expected. It takes A LOT of time to get a chapter of this length together and I don’t know if I’ll have that luxury anymore. But I will continue, you won't see it on hiatus or incomplete next to this outside of a tragic event (and I wish to avoid those).

A/N 5: Final (but most important) note, thank you so much to @kachrisberry pre-reading, editing, and giving me ideas for some of the funniest parts in this chapter (that breakfast scene tho….). You rock LLS! 😊 Thanks to all of you for reading & your feedback – you are the best.

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“Hey, it’s me, do you have everything set for the night? Do you need anything more from me?”

“Nope, reservations confirmed, VIP passes for The Grand are in my hand and, Tobias, you sent us a freaking limo! I nearly fainted!”

“It was a last-minute idea. I told you, I want this to be an epic girl’s night out for all of you. I know Casey has really been missing you, and I hope this will life her spirits.”

“Post residency life has been hard on getting together, and it sucks. But don’t worry, we will make sure that it is a night to remember.”

“That’s what I’m counting on! Oh, I hear her coming in the door now. What time will you be here? … OK 7:30 PM it is… Yes, Sienna, the dress is in her closet. … I told you that you could trust me. See you soon.”

“Hey, T.”

“Hey, you! How was your day off?”

“It was great, and I don’t know how I scored having a late shift tomorrow. It’s like a mini-vacation!”

“It’s funny how that worked out,” he smiled, knowing damn well he was behind the scheduling change. “Now, before you go getting too comfortable, I have a surprise for you.”

“Oh my God! Is it edible? Did you get me bagels?”

He chuckled, “No, Casey. It’s not edible. Although, food is part of the evening’s itinerary.”

“Itinerary?”

“Go to your room…”

“Uh, am I being punished?”

“No! Now if you’d let me finish…there is a new dress hanging in your closet. According to Sienna, it was one that you were eyeing in Macy’s last week.”

“Wait, the black sequin dress? The one I tried on?”

“That’s the one.”

“How… Why is it in my closet?”

“Because you’re going to wear it. You’re going to fix your hair and do your make up… not that you don’t look amazing exactly as you are… you do… but you may want to be a little more dressed up tonight.”

“For what?”

“For your girl’s night out, of course.”

“T… have you been smoking some funny stuff that I’m unaware of? My only plans for this evening involve that couch and Grey’s Anatomy reruns.”

“No,” he laughed, “no funny stuff. And, dear God, you cannot get enough of Dr. Avery, can you?”

“Truthfully, no I can’t. But let’s control the ADHD, Carrick. What the heck were you talking about?”

“Sienna, Aurora and Jackie are on their way over here.”

Casey looked perplexed. “I’m still… what?”

“I know you’ve been missing them a lot lately. So, I worked with Sienna and planned a special night. Dinner…a club or two, whatever you want to do really. Just go and be with your friends, forget about everything for a night.”

“Wait… you’re saying youplanned a girl’s night out for us?”

“Well, mostly for you, but I still want everyone to have fun. Now, stop asking questions and go get ready. They’ll be here soon.”

Casey shook her head before running over and wrapping Tobias in a hug.

“Oh my God, T! You are like my fairy godmother… or fairy godfather, or something like that! Why did you do this?”

“Case,” he said, pulling back to look at her, “there is very little I wouldn’t do to see you happy. But come on… stop talking, stop hugging… get dressed.”

“Well, OK!” She let out a little squeal and ran off to her room.

Tobias face lit up, he loved seeing her so joyful, especially after all she has been through. He grabbed a bowl of chips off the counter and headed to the couch. Maybe he’d watch the Grey’s reruns, this way he could do more than nod and stare blankly when Casey rambled aimlessly about it.

Thirty minutes later the doorbell rang. He laughed listening to the commotion out in the hall. When he opened the door, three exuberant ladies stood before him, dressed to kill, and, by the looks of things, at least one bottle of champagne into the night already.

“Tobias!” Jackie yelled giving him a big hug. “If I haven’t told you recently, please let me tell you… you are THE MAN! I don’t care what Scalpel Jockey says about you.”

“Well, I’m sure that’s all bad. Come in, Casey should be done in a minute. Would you ladies like an adult beverage while you wait.”

“Oh, hell yeah,” Sienna said, “it’s time to get this night started. WOO-HOO!”

Aurora looked at Tobias and rolled her eyes.

“It looks like I’m the designated driver tonight.”

“Designated what? Aurora, you did take the limo here, right?”

“Oh, yeah. It’s not about driving. It’s about making sure these two… about to be three… don’t do something regrettable.”

Tobias handed Aurora a large glass of red wine.

“That’s all well and good, Aurora. But you should relax too. They are all reasonable, no one is going to do something that outlandish.” He paused, “Well, except maybe for Jackie.”

“I HEARD THAT!” Jackie yelled from the living room.

Casey walked out to join her friends and blushed slightly when she saw everyone’s jaw drop. Sienna and Jackie whistled, and Tobias suddenly found it hard to breathe. The new dress didn’t look that short, that snug or that WOW on the hanger, and he had no idea the effect it would have on him. Her blonde hair was pinned up with delicate tendrils framing her face, and those legs… damn, those long legs were beyond belief any day of the week, but paired with those black stilettos? Holy shit!

Everyone stared at first, but when Casey realized that Tobias’s gaze was lingering, and she felt her cheeks starting to burn.

“Tobias, do I look ok?”

Do you look ok? OK? No OK doesn’t cover it. I’m dying here.

“Oh,” he said removing himself from his reverie. “Oh, yeah, you look amazing. I’m uh… I’m just glad the dress was the right size.”

“Casey!” Sienna yelled, “Tobias got us a limo!”

“Yeah, so we can drink, make asses out of ourself and get safely home!”

“Jackie, I think my job is to get you all safely home, right Case?” Aurora smiled.

But Casey didn’t acknowledge her, it was how her turn to spontaneously gape at Tobias.

“Case, what are you looking at. I’m not all dressed up, nothing to see here,” he joked.

“You got us a limo? Why… you are entirely too good to me.”

“Hey! Stop right there, Casey. NOTHING is too good for you. Do you understand? Manifest that shit and don’t forget it. You deserve it all and more.” Jackie said as she raised her glass.

Tobias and Casey smiled at each other, before she bashfully turned her eyes away.

“OK, would any of you like another glass of wine before I kick you out to go have fun?”

“Yes, to the wine!” Sienna screamed.

“And double yes to the fun!” Jackie toasted. “Don’t worry, Case, we are going to make sure you have an A-MA-ZING night!”

“Well, I think we have all the ingredients.”

“You have more than the ingredients girl,” she circled Casey, staring in a lascivious manner. “Girl, I thought I looked good but you… if you don’t get lucky tonight… there is something seriously wrong.”

Standing to the side, Tobias quietly choked on his wine.

“Yeah, Casey.” Aurora laughed, “What’s the old saying, the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else.”

Jackie clinked her glass against Aurora’s. “See, and that’s what I’m talking about right there.”

“Uh, I don’t know… I mean… I just want to enjoy my night with you guys, I’m not looking to.…”

“You won’t have to look, Casey! Stepping out like that, they are all going to come flocking to you.”

“Well, be that as it may.…” Casey stammered.

“Well, I mean… I hope you have a good time… but, you know, I don’t think… I mean, if you’re not ready and.…” Tobias stuttered.

“No one is ready until it happens, T! Don’t worry, we’ll make sure she is safe. I think there were even condoms in the limo.” Jackie laughed.

Tobias choked again, a little more obviously this time. He put his glass down and rubbed his face. Jesus, he hadn’t factored this in, had he? He knew he should have just gotten them all a spa day.

“Well, I think we should all get going. There is fun and debauchery to be had.”

“Not too much though, there is one of me and three of you!” Aurora protested.

“Don’t wait up, T!” Jackie said, running out the door.

Tobias had gone back to the kitchen, not realizing Casey lingered behind. He turned at the sound of her heels clicking on the marble floor as she made her way to him. She stared at him silently for a moment before placing a sweet peck on his cheek.

“Tobias, I don’t even know what to say.”

“Don’t have to say anything, kid, just go… go and have fun! You know… within reason…”

“I will,” She smiled and gave little wave as she left.

Tobias smiled back, but as soon as the door locked behind her, it faded. He grabbed his head and began pacing.

You fucking idiot. How did you not think of this? Did you see her? I mean, did you see her. Jesus Christ everyone in Boston is going to want to have a chance with her tonight… but you know… she didn’t seem interested. And Sienna, she looked uncomfortable, so… but what if some jackass is putting the moves on her, and she’s drunk, and she is with Jackie, not Sienna, and she’s all encouraging and… OK stop. Casey isn’t going to do anything she doesn’t want to do. You know that. But… holy shit, what if she wants to.

This was going to be a very long night.

The doorbell rang.

She must have forgotten something. Or maybe she just decided to stay home, yeah that would be… that would be horrible. You did this for her to have fun not for… not for her to change her mind and sit home with you.

“Well, hello my friend,” Bryce grinned, holding up a six-pack. “A little birdie told me that the ladies are out having an epic GNO. So, I thought we’d have a less epic, but just as fun, BNI right here.”

“BN I?”

“Yes! Boys’ night in.”

He plopped the six pack on the island in the center of the kitchen.

“Hope you don’t mind me dropping in unexpectedly. I assumed you’d be thrilled to see me. So, here is the beer, pizza is ordered, let boys’ night in commence!” he lifted his hand for a high five, but Tobias was distracted, so Bryce was left hanging.

“OK, let me try this again… let boy’s night in commence!” he raised his hand once more. This time Tobias hit it before giving him a bro hug.

“You’re an idiot you know. But you tolerate me, so I have to keep you around.”

“Now, if that’s not true friendship, I don’t know what is,” Bryce said, pouring two beers. “Where the hell are we taking this party T?”

“Sofa, I guess, it’s too chilly for the balcony.”

“Sienna and Jackie filled me in on what you did for Casey. T, I’ve gotta tell you… I know I’ve given you a lot of shit in the past, and rightly so, but I have to say… you have gone above and beyond helping Case get through all this bullshit.” He raised his glass, “I’m glad she has you.”

Tobias hit his glass against Bryce’s, a smile formed on his lips but it quickly faltered.

“OK, you just received praise, from me of all people. Normally your huge ego would have you parading around like a peacock. What gives?”

“What gives is I am a fucking idiot.”

“Normally, I’d agree, but, oddly enough, tonight I don’t. So, I’ll bite. Why are you a fucking idiot?”

“You should have seen her tonight, Bryce.”

“I did. Jackie had pictures on Picta before they hit the lobby. She looked… pretty fucking awesome. They all did.”

“Yeah. Too awesome. Jackie and Aurora were up here talking about the only way of getting over someone is getting under someone and … now she’s out there… looking like that… and… how did I not think of this? I mean, I bought her that damn dress!”

“Hmmm. Poor planning, you should have discussed this with me. Given your infatuation, not bright T.”

“First, it’s not an infatuation, Bryce, you know it goes far beyond an infatuation. Second, thanks bud, you’re making me feel so much better.”

“That’s why I’m here,” he said, tapping Tobias’s shoulder.

“Look, for what it’s worth. I don’t think Casey is interested in picking up some boy toy. I’d take that off your list of worries… I mean… I’d say the odds are 90/10. Maybe 80/20. 70/30 if she really drinks a lot…60/40 if Jackie is involved…”

“NOT HELPING! You know, I never thought about this. I never thought she and I would have a chance. Even after the split with Ethan. Then, at the bar, Laura tells me she sees something, I should let Casey heal, she thinks there is a chance… I mean, haven’t done anything inappropriate… and I don’t intend to. I figured wait and see. But I forgot, there are other guys out there, and they don’t know her situation. They won’t know or care if she just broke up. She could end up with them because, they don’t have to wait… but I do… and I mean… Ramsey was one thing… but bro, I can’t watch her if she ends up with someone else now.”

“T.,” Bryce said snapping his fingers, “come back to me. I think you’re OK for now.”

Tobias shook his head. “But we don’t know.

“OK I don’t want to say I told you so when you’re down, but this is why I said her living here may not be the best choice. You took it the wrong way, but this is what worried me. If she wants to start dating, you can’t stop her, you can’t say no.”

“I understand. But she’s happy here, she feels safe here, and I want that for her. Plus, I’d feel the same way even if she lived elsewhere.”

“Yeah, but you wouldn’t have a front row seat to it. But I wouldn’t worry for now.”

“Oh, I’m going to worry. Especially tonight. Until she’s home, I assure you, I’m worrying.”

“You do you, T. You know, I always told you to put your feelings for her aside, but… things have changed and I wanted to ask, do you think, you’ll tell her how you feel?”

“Tell her? I don’t know. Show her? I try to do that every day, not that she understands. What do you think I should do?”

“Jesus, I’ve only had one beer. I can’t possibly be drunk but, I swore I just heard you ask me for advice.”

“I did jackass.”

“Wow, I’m glad you have those big windows. I can see the fire and brimstone, pigs flying, the end of days.”

“Bryce…”

“Sorry. I don’t know T. The thing is, you wouldn’t be some boy toy she picks up to make herself feel better. Anything happening between you two, it would mean so much more. But, given the turn of events, I almost hope you do end up together in time.”

“You do?”

“Casey deserves the world, especially after all the shit with Ramsey. I want to see her with someone who will worship her the way she deserves to be, and, honestly, I don’t think anyone could do that better than you. But I don’t want to see you become a rebound, and I don’t want to see your friendship dissipate if things don’t work out.”

“You think I’d be good for her?”

“Look, you guys wouldn’t come with your own set of unique… circumstances. But, yeah, I think you would.”

Tobias let out a loud sigh. “Look, do you think we could change the subject? I think getting my mind off this may be a good idea.”

“Not a problem.”

“OK. Want to put on the game? The Pats are playing.”

“You hate football, T.”

“It’s that or Grey’s Anatomy.”

“So, we’re watching football…”

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The ladies were having the time of their lives. The first stop was dinner and drinks at the Lookout Rooftop. It may have been cold, but they didn’t mind; maybe it was the outdoor heaters, maybe it was consumption of copious amounts of alcohol. They ate, drank, laughed, and danced. Three men flirted were flirting relentlessly with Casey. They ranged from (Jackie’s words) “tabasco sauce level” to “Da Bomb and Beyond Hot Sauce”. Jackie made a point of getting three numbers, but to Jackie’s consternation, Casey remained uninterested.

Next up was more drinking and dancing at The Grand. Aurora decided to rebuff Tobias’s advice and stay sober. She needed to make sure her friends did not end up needing bail money. With Sienna attempting to dance on tables, Jackie telling everyone how fabulous their asses looked, and Casey hugging everyone she met, insisting they were all old friends… Aurora felt she needed to step up her game.

When they returned to the limo, Jackie instructed the driver to bring them to Alibi. Aurora put her foot down.

“OK, look, Alibi is within walking distance of Edenbrook and, right now, none of you need to be seen by anyonefrom Edenbrook.”

“Oh, don’t be such a party pooper!” Sienna yelled.

“How about a compromise? Let’s drive around until you sober up… a little… that way my job is easier when we get there. Deal?”

“Aurora!” Casey slurred, “Come on… T did this for me to have fun….”

“For all of us to have fun, Casey,” Sienna added.

Jackie laughed obnoxiously.

“Oh Jesus, guys, stop your bullshit already! I’m happy to get a free night of fabulous, but we all know Tobias did this for Casey.”

“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?” Casey yelled.

She wanted to come across as more annoyed than she was, but that would have required lifting her head… and that may have caused vomiting… so she passed.

“Oh my God, Case! How you're like the diagnostics prodigy child? The guy has it so bad for you.”

“Jackie! That’s not true! He’s just… he’s my friend, like you are.”

Casey pulled Jackie into a drunken hug.

“Not exactly like me, because right now I am not going to try to grope you in this condition… on the other hand…”

“OK, as the only sober one here, I need to interrupt. That’s totally unfair Jackie, I have never seen T do anything inappropriate with Casey.”

“Thank you, Aurora.”

“Of course,” Aurora continued, “I have noticed some lingering stares…”

“MMM HMMM! Like the one he gave her when she came out in that dress tonight.”

Sienna sobered up enough to engage in some damage control.

“In all fairness, we alllooked at Casey like that when she came out tonight.”

“Oh, you’re all being so damn sensitive,” Jackie said jerking forward.

“Jackie! Please! No sudden moves like that! I don’t mind cleaning up your messes tonight, but I don’t mean literally!”

“Aurora, hush, I wasn’t done! Casey, so what if he has a crush on you. I mean, you’re single, he’s single, who freaking cares?”

“And they’re both hella hot…” Aurora added.

“See! And she’s the sober one!”

“Guys, stop! Really. It’s not like that, I don’t want you thinking that it is.”

“Well, why not? He’s nice right?”

“Of course, he’s nice…but…”

“He treats you good, right?”

“He treats me like a queen, but…”

“He even looks a little like Dr. Avery…”

“Now that you mention it…”

“So, he IS hot as fuck, right?”

“Of course, he is …”

“HA! I got you to admit it!” Jackie laughed.

“Jackie, just because I think he’s nice, and a good guy, and hot as fuck doesn’t mean...”

“Yeah, because that’s not what anyone looks for.…” Jackie said rolling her eyes.

Sienna pulled the wet paper towel she placed on her head off and sat up… slowly…

“Jackie, leave Casey alone. She’ll date who she wants, when she wants, and she doesn’t need our help, right Casey.”

“Thank you, Si.”

“Sienna is right,” Aurora said, “but in all reality… Casey… you could do worse.”

“Aurora always makes so much sense,” Jackie sighed.

“Yeah, but let’s not forget he works on her team. So does her recent ex, who may or may not have been Tobias’s nemesis for the last decade, who…”

“Oh, for Christ’s sake Sienna, like any of that matters. Ethan is the one that thought it would be so brilliant to have my aunt on the team, while he also had the new woman he was boinking on it.”

“So, precedent has been established,” Jackie pointed out, “no one gives a shit at Edenbrook. So, Casey, I say go for it. Casey? Case? Casey?”

“Hmmm,” Casey said lifting her head off the side. “I’m sorry I fell…. are we at Alibi’s yet?”

“I’m fairly sober now, we may as well go; I will help you babysit.”

“OK, but you are cut off for the night!” Aurora added.

“At least until I’m back in the limo after!” Sienna smiled.

____________________

Two hours, one club, and approximately four drinks later, Aurora assisted a very wobbly Casey into the elevator.

“55th floor, please,” Aurora instructed the operator.

“She’s my friend….” Casey slurred.

“I can see that. She looks like a very good friend,” he laughed.

“I know. But can I tell you a secret, she thinks I’m drunk.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“I’m so sorry about this,” Aurora cringed.

“I’ve seen much worse,” he chuckled.

“I’m sure you have.”

“I’m not drunk, I am just… OK, so I might be drunk. But it’s OK! I’m over 21.”

“Oh, I know her boyfriend. He is going to have a field day with this.”

“Oh, it’s not her…”

“He’s not my boyfriend …. Silly…. But he is hot, right?”

Aurora shook her head as they reached the floor…. “Let me get her home.”

Tobias was still wide awake, so what if it was 3:30 AM? Sure, he had to be at work in five-hours, but he was waiting until she was home. And he really hoped she would come home. The bell rang. Thank fuck!

When he opened the door, Casey was slumped over Aurora’s shoulder, giggling relentlessly.

“Hi, T!” Aurora grinned.

“Oh, my….”

“Mmmm- hmmm and you told me I should kick back too? I have two more of these in the car.”

“OK, I admit it. You were right. Thank you, Aurora.”

“Hey, this is what friends do. But can you handle…. this… from here? I have to get downstairs to make sure Jackie and Sienna haven’t commandeered the limo. They could be a danger to the citizens of Boston.”

“Go ahead,” he laughed. “I’ve got her from here. I owe you.”

Aurora watched how tenderly Tobias was looking at Casey and smiled.

“You don’t owe me, T. Just… be good to her.”

“I try.”

“I know. I’ll see you soon.”

Tobias helped Casey to the couch and she promptly sprawled across it.

“OK I’m getting you some water, kid. We have to sober you up.”

“I am sober…” she demanded, “Tobias, I live here now right?”

“Yeah, you do…”

He helped her lift her head and take a few sips before moving to the other end of the couch. Casey scootched down and put feet, still in stilettos, on his lap.

“So, I guess you had a good time?”

“Soooooooooo good. We had soooooooo much fun.”

“Uh that’s good. You didn’t get into any trouble.”

“Trouble?”

“Yeah. Trouble?”

“No… DAD… we didn’t get into trouble…” she slurred.

Tobias laughed. This. Was. Hysterical.

“Well, you broke curfew, young lady. And I better not hear that you were hanging out with strange boys.”.

Casey rolled her eyes exaggeratedly.

“I already told you, DADDY, we we’re all good little girls tonight.”

Oh, Jesus H Christ.

“Yeah, uh, sweetheart, I’m not your dad… or daddy. Or anything like that so, uhm, lets change that up.”

“Oh my God! You’re embarrassed….”

“I’m not embarrassed, I just….”

“Yes, you are! Look,” she attempted to grab her phone and put it in selfie mode to show him his face. Tobias removed it from her hands before she accidentally drunk dialed someone in Guam.

“You’re all red, T!”

“Casey, I’m not red, I….”

“OK, Daddy! That’s it... that’s your new nickname foreva Daddy.”

Flustered, he rubbed his head. “No… it is not. Why am I arguing with you? You won't even remember this in the morning.”

“What day is tomorrow?”

“That’s not important right now.”

“Well, I’m gonna remember!”

“No, you’re not. But I am going to tease the hell out of you for the next twenty or thirty years.”

“I want coffee,” she pouted.

“Yes, your highness. I’ll be right back.”

“LOTS of milk and sugar.”

“Not this time!”

He returned with a cup of black coffee in his hand, but Casey was already gently snoring on the couch.

He smiled tenderly and kneeled beside her.

“Oh, sweetie. I love seeing you so happy. I just hope you won’t feel too miserable tomorrow.”

Casey opened her eyes; not having heard what he had said.

“T, I wanna go to bed.”

“OK, let me help you.”

She tried standing and fell right back into the couch. The second attempt yielded the same results.

“Yeah, let’s try something different.”

Scooping her up, he carried her to her room and gently placed her on her bed. She was already sound asleep. He took off both of her shoes, put them on the floor and pulled a blanket over her, tucking it in around her.

“Sweet dreams, kid,” he said as he placed a gentle kiss on the top of her head.

He turned around to take one last look at her and smiled tenderly before turning out the light.

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Tobias was eating breakfast in the kitchen the next morning when Casey stumbled out, horribly hung over.

“Hey there, tiger. I’m shocked to see you up so early. How are you feeling?”

“Mmmmmmm,” she groaned.

“Can I get you anything?”

“Common sense? Better judgement? A sense of dignity? So I have the sense to never do anything like that again?”

“Can’t help you with any of those, but I can make your special hangover cure.”

He stood up and began to gather the ingredients.

“According to Aurora, you guys didn’t do too much damage. But, you should thank her, God knows what you would have done if she hadn’t been there.”

“Aurora is amazing.”

“She is. Now, as far as your dignity being restored… define dignity?”

“Oh no! What, what did I do? Was it terrible? Could my job be in jeopardy? Did anyone post it online?”

“Relax kid, it wasn’t that serious, you’re ok.”

“What did I do?”

“Nothing really. Except call me Daddy several times when you got home.”

Casey dropped her glass, “I DID NOT!”

“Yeah, you DID.”

“STOP IT,” she said, hitting him, then wincing because the sudden movement hurt her head.

“You know, Case. I never knew you were into that. It came as quite a shock.”

She grabbed a dishtowel from the table and threw it at him.

Ducking he laughed, “You know I thought we were close, if you felt that way about me….”

“Oh, stop!!”

“I’ll lay off right now, only because you feel like shit. But, sweetheart, you are never going to live this down.”

“You’re supposed to be my friend!”

“I am your friend. If I wasn’t your friend, you’d be waking up to 300 comments in a group chat. This is just going to be our little thing,” he grinned.

“I hate you.”

“No, you don’t. Look, I need to get to work now, but you don’t have to be in for hours. Why don’t you go sleep for a bit? you’ll feel better soon.”

“Sleep? Yes. Feeling better? Debatable. But, if I do, I’m going to go to the farmer’s market. Leave a note on the table by my door if you need anything.”

“I will, now go sleep.”

He began writing a list: oranges, basil, and avocados. A mischievous look came across his face, he wrote, “Love, Daddy.” At the bottom of the list.

She is going to freaking kill me.

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Tobias grinned when he saw Sienna leaning across a counter outside the diagnostic office.

“Well look at you in all early! If you were in anywhere near the shape Casey was, well, I’m surprised you’re even standing.”

“Well, standing is a bit of an overstatement, surviving would be a better term!”

“So, you had fun.”

“Oh my God, we had the most unbelievable time! I have to say, I don’t remember all of it, but by Alibi I was sober. Until I drank more in the limo after….”

“Woah, I didn’t even know Alibi was on the agenda. Did you hit all the other places?”

“Sure did!”

“You guys know how to do it! I’m glad you had fun.”

Sienna turned her head around to make sure they were alone.

“Tobias, just so you know, outside of some dancing, nothing untoward happened last night. Not with anyone.”

He tilted his head and looked down at her, “Well Sienna, if anything… untoward… had happened, it really wouldn’t be any of my business, would it?”

“I guess not. But it could still hurt.”

Tobias turned his eyes toward her.

“Si, what are you…”

“Tobias,” she said softly touching his hand, “I’ve known for a while. I have eyes, I can see how you feel about her.”

He inhaled. “Well, I guess I’m more obvious than I think.”

“She isn’t aware of how you feel, is she?”

“No, and I don’t plan on telling her. At least not for now.”

“Why not?”

He turned his head toward her, eyebrows raised.

“You want me to tell her?”

Sienna sighed, looking straight ahead, gathering her thoughts before speaking.

“Yeah. I think you should. Not right now, but eventually.”

“I’m frankly a little shocked. It’s not the popular consensus.”

“Well, consensuses change. I see how much you care for her, yet you’ve never acted on it. Even when you could have easily taken advantage. Honestly, I think it’s beautiful. It shows you truly want what is best for her and, well, that’s what I want for my best friend.”

Sienna stopped talking and her eyes widened. She nodded down the hall when she saw Ethan approaching the office.

She continued in a whisper. “I don’t think you’d ever hurt her”

Tobias turned to make sure Ethan was still far enough away before continuing.

“Sienna, I’d rather die than hurt her.”

She smiled. “You’ll know when the time is right, T. I know you will.”

She patted his arm and began to walk away.

“Sienna, wait…” he said running after her.

“Do you… do you think she feels the same way about me? Wait... no, don’t answer that. We’re grown adults, not middle-schoolers. I’m sorry.…”

“You have nothing to apologize for. I can’t say with certainty, but I think it’s possible.”

She smiled as she walked away. He leaned back on the wall, his head spinning and he didn’t come out of his stupor until he heard a voice calling him.

“Tobias. Tobias. Are you with me?”

“Oh, yeah. Yeah, sorry Ethan, I uh, just have some things on my mind. What’s up?”

“Our meeting’s been delayed until ten, so I’m heading down to the cafeteria to have breakfast. Care to join me?”

“I’d love to but, our meeting was delayed because Dr. Reynolds needs to consult with me on the Lawrence case. But hey, can we make plans to do it another day? Just say when.”

“We’ll do that,” he nodded.

Tobias sunk against the wall again as Ethan retreated, he had a lot to think about.

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Ethan was seated in the cafeteria, his head buried in a medical journal. This was one way he avoided conversation. That, combined with his gruff reputation, ensured that no one ever dared to interrupt him. The only exceptions were Naveen or Harper. Then Tobias when he came to Edenbrook. And, of course, Casey.

She was the most unique because she hadn’t been a friend, they had no relationship when she began doing so. An intern breezing up to him and grabbing a chair as if it was the most natural thing in the world. No other had ever dared. At first, he found it maddening, but also intriguing. Eventually, he realized it was one of the things that led to him falling for her. She was fearless, and she was not going to be intimidated by his bullshit and that allowed her to crack his shell. He sighed. But now he wished the shell had not been cracked, or so he thought.

A few colleagues glanced his way, but all sharply turned away when he made eye contact. This was a game to Ethan, and on some days, he enjoyed playing it, but not today. He was in no mood and unwelcome company was the last thing he desired.

When a cheerful (too cheerful) voice broke the silence, he was craving, he nearly growled.

“Hi. Is this seat taken?”

Ethan looked up, clearly vexed, and when he saw who it was, he was further vexed.

“What do you want, Floria?”

“I thought I made that clear. I want that seat.”

He looked back at her and engaging in a stare-down until he finally broke.

“I truly can’t stop you now, can I?”

“I mean, you’re Ethan Ramsey,” she said sitting down, “I’m sure you could manage a way if you really wanted to.”

He had turned his head back into his journal. Floria gently grabbed it from his hands.

Ethan bit his cheek attempting to contain his anger.

“I really don’t appreciate…”

“Ethan, take a moment to relax. I’m trying to be your friend, or at least show you that someone cares, OK? I know so much bad shit has happened to you lately, and I worry about you.”

“What’s happened to me, Floria?”

“Louise for one, and… Casey.”

“How do you know about Casey?”

“Ethan, the whole hospital knows. It’s been common knowledge for over a week.”

Ethan lowered his head into his hands and shook his head.

“Wonderful…”

“Don’t worry. It will blow over soon as soon as the next news happens. It happens every time.”

He lifted his head, pain evident in his eyes.

“Ethan… how are you doing with all of this?”

“I’m doing.”

“I know breakups are difficult under any circumstances, but when you…”

“Floria, I don’t mean to interrupt. I know you’re trying to be kind, but the last thing I want to do is discuss the end of my relationship. Casey was the love of my life, and I will not discuss her with anyone.”

Ethan covered, but he was taken aback by his own words and how easily they came out. He instantly regretted saying them, especially to Floria. Normally he maintained such control of his personal life, no one in the hospital ever knew anything about it. So this lapse was difficult for him to comprehend.

“The love of your life? God, Ethan, I’m sorry. I honestly didn’t know how serious things were between you… that’s got to be…” she sighed, frustrated “but then Ethan, why the hell did you break up with her then?”

He shook his head in annoyance, “And how did you know that?”

“Everyone knows Ethan. I don’t get it. If you finally found what you always wanted, why would you do this?”

“Because I didn’t find what I always wanted. I found a woman I loved, I didn’t find the life I had planned.”

Floria shook her head.

“But you could have, Ethan. People change. Why don’t you consider…”

“Floria, please…”

“OK, fine. Look, just stay here a second. I’ll be right back.”

“My lucky day.”

“I heart that,” she said turning around as he shrugged.

A moment later she returned and placed a small bag in front of him.

“Here.”

“What’s this.”

“It’s a Napoleon, take it and have it later. I saw them baking them, it’s the desert special today and, believe it or not, they’re pretty good. I remember they were your favorite and, well, I think you could use a little pick me up.”

The corners of his lips raised, very slightly. “Well, thank you. They were once my favorite, but I try to eat healthier these days.”

“Oh, for heaven’s sake Ethan! I’m not suggesting you make this your breakfast every day. But it is alright to treat yourself occasionally. And right now, you could use a little treat.”

His mind immediately flickered back to the day he met Casey. They were standing near the vending machine when she tossed a chocolate bar his way.

“Saw you kept staring at it. You know, it’s OK to treat yourself sometimes.”

How can you feel your heart warm and stomach churn from the very same memory? Because that’s exactly what happened.

“Ethan, did I say something wrong?”

“No. No, I’m sorry. You’re right, I should treat myself every now and again.”

She smiled at him. “I know right now a lot of lines have been drawn against you, even though some is your own doing, but that doesn’t make it less lonely. Ethan, if people are offering you kindness, take it. Including me because I do care. But for now, I’ll leave you in peace. I know that’s what you want.”

“Floria,” he called as she walked away.

“Yes?”

“Thank you for the pastry.”

She smiled over her shoulder, “You’re welcome.”

If people are offering you kindness, take it. It kept replaying in his head.

He picked up his phone and looked at his text messages. He only saved messages from select people who mattered to him, all others were immediately deleted. Currently, there were only four people saved. Most recently, there were texts from Alan and Naveen. Tobias’s message from the other night remained. Then there were Casey’s. He nearly deleted the night he ended things, the reminders too painful. But he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Even if the life they shared no longer remained, he wanted something to prove that it had happened. He swallowed as he felt tears stinging his eyes. He knew he hurt her terribly, and she was not the only one.

He opened the messages from Alan. For every ten sent to him, he replied once. Even then, it was a short, curt response. He rubbed his face and tossed the phone in his pocket. He began to stand but promptly fell back into his seat. Taking out the phone, he rapidly dialed, as if he wanted to complete the task before his mind changed.

“Hey, Dad. It’s me. Yeah, I was wondering, do you have any time free on Saturday? I’m off and I thought maybe we could have dinner together.”

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Casey was lounging around, catching up on Grey’s Anatomy. A vague recollection of her conversation with Jackie came into her head.

Wow, he does look a little like Dr. Avery. How did I never see this before? Humph.

She was faring better than she expected. Her hangover remedy still worked! She decided to take a long shower before heading to the farmer’s market. As she walked to her bathroom, she remembered Tobias told her she could always use his bathtub. The incredible freestanding tub is next to a glass wall with incomparable views of Boston. If there was ever a day to luxuriate there, this was it. She grabbed her phone:

Casey picked out a favorite bath bomb then retreated to the tub for a good hour. She could never understand how that man never used this; it was perfection. When she finally convinced herself to step out of it, she wrapped herself in Tobias’s big, white terry bathrobe. Well, it was hers now, she commandeered it a few days after she moved in. He said he never used it anyway, and it looked like it cost half of her paycheck, so she was all too happy to accept it. Once the belt was tied, she wrapped her head in a fluffy white towel and headed to the kitchen to make lunch.

She was standing at the island making tuna salad when she heard a key in the door.

See, he does pop in during the day! And he said I shouldn’t text about the bath!

“Hey T!” She yelled, “I’m making tuna salad for lunch, want some?”

“Well, I don’t know about him, but I might like to?”

Casey’s eyes darted up to find an elegantly dressed, attractive woman standing before her. Perfectly accessorized in her expensive white suit, she looked more put together than Casey had ever looked in her entire life.

“Who are you? And what are you doing here?”

“Uhm, I live here. Who are you, and why are you here?”

“Just a moment… are you saying you live with my son?”

Casey gasped as a look of horror spread across her face.

“You’re... you’re Tobias’s mother?”

“Yes. And you are?”

“Oh, I’m Casey,” she said wiping her hand off on her robe before extending it.

“I’m Vivian,” she replied looking at her hand, slightly appalled, “It’s a pleasure to meet you. Now I’ll ask again. You’re living with my son?”

“Oh, I mean, yes, I live here. Like in this apartment. But, no I’m not living with Tobias, in that way.”

“And, why not? Are you implying that there is something wrong with my son?”

“Oh... no... no not at all. Tobias is wonderful… he’s a wonderful man… I mean, I adore him… but, but we’re just, we’re just friends.”

Vivian coolly eyed Casey from head to toe, then back again. Casey found herself wishing that the floor would open up and swallow her whole.

“Hmmm. Well, Tobias’s father and I were just friends once too. Things can change, you know.”

Vivian walked into the apartment with her suitcase in hand. She headed down the hallway to the large guest room, now Casey’s room. Vivian observed that its door was shut, but the door to Tobias’s bedroom was open, what’s more, there were a few wet footprints leading out from it.

“Casey, dear, can you come here a moment?”

“Of course,” she said running over.

“You said that you and Tobias are not together… in the biblical sense. Correct?”

“Correct. We’re not. He’s just my good friend.”

“Yet you’re standing here, in what appears to be his bathrobe…”

“Oh, he gave it to me when I moved in, he didn’t use it and… with all due respect, where is this going?”

“Patience, child, I’m getting there. Are you staying in the large guest room?”

“Yes. But if that’s where you usually stay, I can….”

“Relax, dear. I have no problem taking the other guest room. But… why are there wet footprints coming from my son’s room, and not yours?”

She eyed Casey suspiciously.

“Oh, because he’s not here. He told me I could use his tub, because I like the view and I had a rough night last night, and he said I could…”

“Mmmm hmmm, go on….”

“Well, that’s really all there is to it.”

Out of the corner of her eye, Casey spied the farmer’s market list Tobias had left for her this morning. Her eyes bulged when she saw he signed it “Daddy.” That asshole. Casey quickly grabbed the note, crumbling it and placing it behind her back.

Vivian turned immediately.

“Are you OK?”

“I’m fine. Thank you.”

“You seem awfully, skittish… what are you hiding behind your back?”

“It’s, it’s just a note. I was writing it to my… friend… uhm, and it’s private.”

“You’re friend?”

“Yes.”

“Like my son is a friend?”

“Yes, but… oh, no, this wasn’t for Tobias. It’s another friend. I have another friend, I mean, Tobias is not my only friend.” Casey was turning red, “They’re both friends.”

“Sweetheart,” Vivian said placing her hand on Casey’s elbow, “you should calm down, I don’t bite you know. What on earth has my son told you about me?”

“Oh, only good things.”

Vivian stared at her pointedly.

“I’m serious, he never said anything bad. Only that he’s afraid to introduce you to his female friends. And here I am… his female friend… in his bathrobe… living in his house… and meeting you… without the benefit of him being here.”

“Don’t be frightened, Casey. Now, moving along, do you know where my son is?"

"Yes, he's working."

"Excellent. I'll call him. Oh, and I'll let him know that the three of us will be having dinner together this evening."

"Oh, that's very sweet of you, but I work a late shift tonight."

"Dear, they do give you a dinner break, now, don't they?"

"Well... yes..."

"Well, then there you go. Just let Tobias know what time he should pick you up at the hospital. We won't keep you too long."

"But you haven't talked to him yet. Maybe he doesn't want to..."

She wordlessly stared at Casey, slightly tilting her head to the side.

"On second thought, I have no doubt in my mind that he will want to."

"Exactly! I like you, Casey. I am looking forward to dinner tonight. I am certain it will be delightful."

“Oh, uhm, where are you going?”

“I’m going to see about getting a hotel room. I came unexpectedly and I don’t want to…. intrude… on you and Tobias, so…”

“No, Vivian. You’re not intruding, seriously, I mean, seriously Tobias and I are just friends. I mean, if you normally take the larger guest room, and you want that, I’ll gladly sleep in the smaller one while you’re here…”

Vivian sighed, disappointed. “So, you really are sleeping in the guestroom?”

“Yes.”

Vivian shook her head woefully.

“That’s too bad. It’s OK, dear, you stay in your room. The smaller one is fine, for now. But next time, perhaps I can stay in the big one again.”

“Well, I mean, I could be living someplace else, so maybe…”

“That’s not what I meant,” she said winking.

Dear God, now I know where Tobias gets all his bravado from!

Casey ran to her room and text Tobias:

T!!! 911!!! Your MOM is here!! Did you know she was coming?!

Her phone rang immediately.

“WHAT?”

“T! Why aren’t you texting me? I don’t want to talk, what if she hears me?! Ugh, let me go to my bathroom!”

“Run the water while you’re at it…”

“OK, OK… so I’m in the kitchen making lunch, in my, well, in your, bathrobe and she walks in. I thought it was you, so I offered lunch and… she introduced herself.”

“Case, she’s calling me on the other line. I’m going to take it; I’ll call you right back.”

Casey quickly got dressed and brushed her hair. If she was going to see Vivian again, she thought it would be best for her to be clothed.

Her phone rang.

“T?”

“So, apparently the three of us are having dinner tonight?”

“She wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

Tobias laughed, “What else did she put you through?”

“Well, she seems to be quite disappointed that I’m not sleeping with you.”

Tobias snorted, “She what?”

“I mean, she didn’t come right out and say it, but it was highly implied.”

“Oh, dinner is going to be amusing. You can save yourself and fake a work emergency.”

“First, I think your mom would show up at Edenbrook and demand to speak to Naveen insisting he find a replacement for me. Second, are you kidding? And miss out on all this fun?

“Fun you say?”

“Yeah, fun.”

He started roaring, “Oh, sweetheart, you are in for a very interesting evening. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

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Tobias’s shift ended at 7:30 and Casey’s dinner break was at 8:00. To make things easier, he arranged for a taxi to bring his mother to the hospital, instructing her to meet them in the lobby. This way they could all leave together. Casey insisted on meeting her with Tobias. She was a little scared about Vivian’s line of questioning could be, especially within earshot of coworkers. When they exited the elevator together laughing, Vivian beamed.

“Tobias! Darling!” she said rushing to her son. “Let me get a look at you dear!”

“Mom,” he said pulling her into a warm embrace, “please, don’t make me spin around to see how much I have grown in front of my professional associates.”

“Oh, stop it now! I am just so happy to see you!”

“You’re a week early!”

“I text you last night, you never answered.”

Tobias thought back. He had been too preoccupied worrying about Casey last night, so he never opened the message from his mother.

“Casey! Lovely seeing you again, dear.”

“Likewise.”

As Casey and Tobias stood next to each other, Vivian moved to stand before them. She sighed placing her right arm on Tobias and her left on Casey.

“You do realize that the two of you would make an absolutely striking couple, don’t you?”

“Oh, God!” Casey gasped.

“MA!” Tobias yelled, both turning bright red.

“I warned you,” Tobias whispered to Casey.

“I heard that.”

“I intended for you to.”

Casey cleared her throat, “So, where are we going to eat?”

“Great way to change the conversation dear. She’s not only beautiful and intelligent, but she also has social graces. You could do worse, son.”

“Oh, Jesus,” Tobias muttered.

“Eating? Eating? Where are we eating?” Casey asked nervously.

“Oh, yeah. Scampo. It’s right around the corner, we can walk, and Case you can leave early if you must. Plus, it will meet my mother’s standards.”

“There is nothing wrong with high standards, my son.”

“T, how did you score a table at Scampo at the last moment?”

“Hey, I know people. If I am having dinner with my two favorite ladies, I’m going to make things happen.”

Vivian raised an eyebrow at his statement, while Casey did not bat a lash.

____________________

Both Casey and Tobias appeared relieved when the host sat them at a table in a far corner of the room. With Vivian along, privacy would be a good thing.

“So, Casey, darling, tell me, how did you and my Tobias meet? Was it at work?”

“Mom…”

“Tobias, for heaven’s sake, she’s living with you. I’m sure it’s not an imposition to ask her how you met!”

Casey eyed neighboring tables; she didn’t see anyone from Edenbrook… phew.

“I met him while he was still at Kenmore.”

“Oh, so it’s been some time now. Continue….”

Casey shot Tobias a cunning glance. He narrowed his eyes looking back at her. She put her wine glass to her lips coquettishly.

“We met at a local diner. I was having breakfast with a friend, and he happened to be there. Quite by design though, as he was trying to poach her to work at Kenmore. Essentially he hoped it would help him lure her Aunt, a top surgeon at Edenbrook, over as well. In the long run, it didn’t work.”

“Really, Casey?” Tobias looked equally amused and annoyed, as he smirked at her.

Vivian smacked Tobias’s arm. “Did I not raise you better than that?”

“Ow! Hey, Mom, I was a different person back then. I wouldn’t do that now. I promise I’ve changed.”

“Care to explain.”

“Gladly, but not here with Casey. We can talk offline.”

Casey giggled as she took a spoon of her soup.

Tobias met her eyes and smiling wryly. “I’ll be talking to you offline too.”

Vivian lifted her glass of water. “Hmmm, I bet he will,” she said under her breath.

“Mom! And thank you for this, Casey. It’s much appreciated.”

“I hope this doesn’t mean that I have to live off of Bryce’s couch now.”

“Oh, heavens no!” Vivian exclaimed, “Oh, you are not going anywhere young lady. I mean unless it is to the main bedroom.”

Casey spit out her wine.

“MOM!!!!”

“Oh, stop it. I’m jesting. I jest. That’s what I do.”

“You know, Vivian, my father always says that many a truth is said in jest.”

“Your father sounds like a wise man, one who clearly raised a lovely daughter. I simply can’t wait to meet him.”

Tobias ran his hands down his very reddened face.

“Mom, there is no reason for you to meet him.”

“Whatever Tobias.” She turns to look at Casey. “So, how did you become such good… friends… after such a dismal meeting?”

Without looking at him, she hit Tobias’s arm again.

“OW!”

Casey giggled, “We ran into each other a few times, and then, well, then he helped save my life. I probably wouldn’t be sitting here now if not for Tobias.”

“Case, I was just part of a team. I can’t take credit… though I’d love to because I couldn’t be happier that you are here.”

“Wait, I’m lost. He did what now?”

“Mom, Casey was the doctor I told you about when there was the...” he looked at Casey who nodded her consent, “… when there was the attack at Edenbrook.”

Vivian gasped, “Casey, that was you? Oh, darling, I had no idea. I’m, I’m so sorry.”

“Thank you, but… that’s in the past now.”

“So, beautiful, intelligent, social graces and strong. My dear, do you have any bad qualities?”

“I’m a lousy cook,” she said with a nervous laugh.

“Well, you more than make up for it. Besides, my son can cook, and he can afford to pay someone to do it if need be.”

Casey burst out laughing, and now it was Tobias wishing the floor of the restaurant would swallow him whole.

“Tobias, this begs the question. If you were instrumental in saving her life, why did you not take the opportunity to ask her out then?”

“Mom, even if I wanted to, we were both with other people at that time.”

“Who were you with? I do not recall you being with anyone.”

“You didn’t know her, Mom. It wasn’t anything serious and, well, she wasn’t worthy of being introduced to you,” he grinned.

“Hmm. And this is why you’re nearly forty years old without a wife. This is why I have no grandchildren.” She shook her head, mildly disgusted while continuing to eat her food, “Wasting time on all those unworthy to meet you mother types.”

Casey covered her mouth to suppress a grin while looking at Tobias out of the corner of her eye.

“If this, unworthy woman, was so unimportant, then that would have been the perfect moment to cast her out in order to be with the love of your life.”

“OHMYGOD!” Casey said leaning forward and placing her head in her hands.

Tobias threw his head back, roaring with laughter.

“I warned you! I warned you! But no, you insisted I was joking. Keep egging her on, MacTavish, see where it gets you.”

“So, he has told you bad things about me then?”

“No! No, not really bad per… oh, just give me more wine.”

“Don’t worry, Mom has informed me she has a new boyfriend, so she won’t be around much this holiday season. We can get all this pain out of the way now.”

“We will be in Tahiti for Christmas and New Year’s. I tried to get Tobias to join us, but he wanted to remain close to home. Now I understand why.”

“It’s not going to stop, is it?” Casey asked Tobias.

“For you? Yeah, as soon as she leaves, for me... no, never. This is the rest of my life.”

“Now stop that Tobias, I have every intention of asking this lovely young woman for her phone number before I leave. I will be encouraging her as well.”

“Tobias,” Casey asked, “is three glasses of wine too much for me to drink before heading back to work?”

“Not tonight.”

“Anyway, none of that matters. I will be hosting a holiday celebration at my townhome in DC in January; that would be the perfect time to introduce you two to our family and friends.”

“Mom, for the fiftieth time, Casey is not my girlfriend.”

She looked at Casey and lightly tapped her arm, “Excuse me, darling, he is a little slow.”

“I am talking about JanuaryTobias. That gives you plenty of time to get your life together and do the right thing. In fact, if you could do it by December, we could send your Christmas card to everyone in advance.”

Casey returned her face to her hands on the table.

“Mom, if there was any remote chance of Casey and I being together one day, I think you probably ruined it over this dinner.”

“Casey, is that true?”

“Uhm, uh… Vivian… all I can say is that anyone would be fortunate to have you as a mother-in-law… as long as you like them, that is.”

Vivian turned smugly toward Tobias. “I like her.”

“I knew you would, Mom. I knew you would.”

Casey laughed, “Well, as enjoyable as this has been, I am already late for work. Vivian, how long are you staying? Will I see you tomorrow?”

“I leave tomorrow night, but I’ll make other arrangements if need be. I would simply love to spend more time with you.”

“Oh, Joy,” Tobias sighed.

“I look forward to it! Now, duty calls.”

The table remained quiet for several minutes after Casey left.

“You know, Mom, sometimes when you hit me… it hurts.”

“You know, son, sometimes when you need some sense knocked into you, I am going to do it.”

He laughed, “I’ve missed you. It’s been too long.

“It has, but I will be staying in DC more after the holidays, so it will be easier for us to see each other. So, now that we are alone, tell me, how long have you been in love with Casey? And pick your jaw up off the floor, Tobias, I’m your mother, I can read you like a book.”

Tobias inhaled. “Mom, Casey… she means… I.…”

“Tell me you don’t love her.”

Tobias thought back to the day he told Bryce about Harper confronting him about his feelings for Casey:

I wanted to deny it, I tried to deny it, and that is when I knew I was so screwed because, as much as I wanted to, I could not deny what I felt for her any more than I could will myself to stop breathing.

If he couldn’t bring himself to lie to Harper, he certainly couldn’t do it to his mother. Besides, she’d see right through it. He looked around the restaurant, they were mostly alone

“Mom, I… I do love her. Deeply, as a matter of fact, but… it’s not important. I don’t plan on acting on it and you will need to respect that.”

“Oh, for heaven’s sake, Tobias. You’re 37 years old and this is the first time you have ever told me you love a woman. Why on earth wouldn’t you pursue it?”

“She was heartbroken recently. She was essentially dumped by the man who is, likely, the love of her life.”

“Hmm, and you could change that designation. As far as I see, they are no longer together, and she’s living with you.”

“It was Ethan, Mom.”

“Ethan? Ethan Ramsey?”

“Yes.”

“As in your former best friend and current boss, Ethan Ramsey?”

“Yes, and we’re sort of friends again too.”

“Oh, son…”

“Now do you understand?”

“Understand? Oh, hell no. I mean, I see the complications, for sure, but resigning yourself to not even try to be with the woman you love? No, don’t ask me to understand that foolishness.”

“The timing is just. It’s…”

“When we get back to your place, we’re going to talk. You’re aware that your father and I experienced difficulty with our families when we were first together. But you don’t know is that complications between he and I almost led us to never being together. If we hadn’t taken a chance, I would have missed out on the love of my life, and on you.”

“Mom…”

“Tobias, one day we all reach the end, my love, it’s unavoidable. And, when we do, it will be the chances that we didn’t take that we will regret the most.”

Tobias remained silent, trying to absorb his mother’s message and reconcile it with his own thoughts.

“I love you, Mom.”

“Of course, you do, dear. I’m extraordinary.”

“That you are.”

“I love you too son, now, let's go home. I have more talk for you.”

“And I have more wine.”

______________________

The next day Tobias was about to leave for work when he noticed a crumpled piece of paper under a table in the hall. He picked it up, it was the farmer’s market list he left for Casey yesterday. He chuckled to himself and looked at his watch. Casey said not to let her sleep later than this anyway. He decided to get her back for outing his bad behavior with Aurora in front of his mother last night. Besides, this was going to be fun.

She answered her bedroom door, her eyes barely opened. “Hmmm…”

“Hey, you said not to let you sleep later than this, but we also have an issue.”

“An issue?”

“Can I come in?”

“Sure.”

He handed her the note. “Why on earth did you leave this laying around?”

She took it in her hands and woke up in an instant.

“Oh my God, tell me you found this? Right now! Tell me you were the one that found this!”

“I’d love to, but my mom handed it to me fifteen minutes ago. It was on the floor in the hall.”

Casey started pacing in circles.

“Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God. No. No. No. No. Oh, God… T what did you tell her?”

“I told her it’s just a sex thing. That’s all it is between us and she shouldn’t get her hopes up beyond that.”

Casey’s face fell, then relaxed. “Ha, ha. You’re funny. What did you really say?”

“That’s what I really said, Case. I mean, this way she’ll get off our backs. Besides, you’ve met her now, do you think she would have believed the truth?”

Casey smacked Tobias in the chest.

“OW! What is it with you two?”

“Don’t you OW me! You… T… I mean… UGH! How could you?”

“Well, actually I’m only….”

The word “joking” was left hanging as Casey grabbed the door handle and ran out of the room before Tobias could stop her.

“WAIT! Case! Don’t!”

He ran after her, but she was already in the kitchen where Vivian was reading the morning paper.

“Vivian,” she yelled, causing her to lift her head from the paper.

Tobias rushed in and tried to talk, but Casey wouldn’t have it.

“Oh no, you!” She said holding an admonishing finger in his direction, “You’ve done enough already! Vivian, there is no sex thing between Tobias and me! The note said Daddy because of an inside joke that originated with me being super drunk one night, that’s all. Oh, and your son is an idiot.”

Tobias stood behind Casey making a poor attempt to stifle his laughter, as Vivian looked on astonished.

“Now, Casey dear, why on earth would you volunteer this information to me?”

Casey turned beet red and turned to Tobias who was now doubled over laughing.

“TOBIAS!”

“Oh, my… Case, I wanted to… oh, God…” he was laughing too hard to speak.

“TOBIAS?”

“Case,” he said with tears on his cheeks, “Oh my God, Case… this… this was priceless. I was about to tell you that I was joking with, but you had to go all Road Runner down the hall and….” he stopped, laughing hysterically again.

“I am going to freaking KILL you!” Casey said smacking him.

“Stop, stop!” he yelled while still laughing.

“UUUGGHH!” I’m never speaking to you again.”

“Yes, you are.”

“Vivian, I’m so sorry, I’m going to my room to… to die of embarrassment!”

She glared at Tobias, “I hate you!” she said stomping off.

“No, you don’t!”

“Yes, I do!” she said as she slammed the door.

Tobias looked at his mom, still unable to stop laughing.

“That was all a joke, mom. All of it.”

Vivian peered at him from over her glasses.

“Not a word from you,” he said smirking.

“Mmmm-hmmm, I’ve got nothing to say about any of this nonsense. Now you two just get your business together before my party in January.”

___________________

Casey emerged from her room after Tobias departed to work.

“Vivian?” she said uncomfortably, “I just wanted to say…”

“Dear, come sit with me. You don’t have to say a thing. Remember, I birthed that clown and I have been putting up with his crazy for a long time. You have nothing to be worried about.”

Casey let out a deep sigh. “Thank God, thank you. I feel much better. I was mortified.”

“But you can you please explain why he signed, Daddy?”

“Oh, you see, Tobias arranged for me and my friends to have this awesome girl’s night out, you know because he was trying to cheer me up because I’ve been going through a lot. So, we go out and had a great time, but I had entirely too much to drink, which isn’t normal for me, mind you, but like I said it’s been a rough time, so we were just cutting loose. Which was OK because T got us a limo, so no driving, no trains, he made sure we were all safe. Anyway… I got home, and I don’t even remember this because, oh my God, I’m so embarrassed, he was being all … ‘well you didn’t do anything to get in trouble right’ … ‘I mean you broke curfew hahaha’ … and ‘were you hanging out with boys hahaha’, So I wanted to say YES DAD, but in my drunken stupor… I’m sorry… I swear I haven’t been in a drunken stupor since college… but anyway I said Yes DADDY instead and your son is never, ever, ever, ever going to let me live that down, and now I hate him.”

Vivian had been leaning on her elbows staring at Casey bewilderingly.

“Dear, do you always ramble incoherently like that?”

“Only when I’m really scared or embarrassed. T finds it endearing.”

“I’m sure he does. You are endearing. I really do like you Casey.”

“Thank you. But are you going to torture Tobias now? I mean, it’s funny and all, but in time, I don’t want it to lead to anything that will make him uncomfortable with me.”

“Sweetheart, the way I know my son is sometimes a complete ass, he knows I am always going to be relentless with him. Trust me, it won’t impact you.”

“Are you sure?”

“I promise you that.”

Casey smiled, “Thank you because I really never want anything to come between me and Tobias. I hope you know, I am only joking when I say I hate him now. I don’t hate him… I could never possibly hate him.”

“I didn’t think you could.”

“He… he means too much to me. He… he’s too good to me and I don’t ever want anything to come between that.”

“I see.”

“Thank you.”

“Casey?”

“Yes.”

“Is there anything you want to say?”

“No. Nothing. There isn’t anything I want to say.”

“OK, then.”

Casey sighed. “Vivian?”

“Yes”

“I feel like… I feel like I can trust you.”

“You can. I may be pushy, but I have never broken anyone’s trust, and I never will.”

“That’s good.”

Casey remained silent, looking nervous.

“Casey. I know I jest, that’s what I do, but I am asking this in all seriousness. I sense… I sense that you do have feelings for Tobias, am I correct?”

“Uh, I don’t know what you mean.”

“I am very good at reading people, so I am going to ask you to please not lie to me, but more importantly, please don’t lie to yourself. I mean it, you can trust me.”

Casey looked out the window silently, she turned around and looked at Vivian.

“I believe that I do.”

As soon as she said it, she let out a deep sigh, as if she just let the world slip off her shoulders. It felt good to say it, even though she was trembling.

“I’ve loved him as a friend for a long time, we’re very close. But lately, I find myself… I am figuring it all out and, I don’t want to hurt what we already have. I never want to lose him. I don’t know if he feels the same way. I mean, he’s been really hung up on some woman for some time now… plus, I’m just out of a relationship that broke my heart into a million pieces, and it’s not mended yet. I am having trouble understanding myself these days. How am I not fully out of love with one person but, I think, I think I’m beginning to fall for another. See, I can’t… I don’t’ want to let anyone know because I’d never want to hurt Tobias.”

“Then don’t.”

Casey chuckled ruefully, “But it doesn’t always work that way, it’s not always that simple.”

“Casey, I’m going to talk to you as if you were my daughter. Life is all about choices. Now, if you believe that there is a chance that you would return to your life as it was. If you still feel like you would say yes if your ex wanted you back, then, yes, by all means, don’t say or do anything about your feelings. It wouldn’t be fair to anyone. But if you’re confident that it is all in the past. If you can honestly say that you would never take him back, then the only direction to travel is forward. If that’s the case, why wait if you have found something good?”

She took Casey’s hand, “I want to tell you about me and my late husband. When we met, I was recently out of a relationship as well, and I had a lot of the same concerns you do. But I also knew that if I waited too long, I could lose my chance, and I didn't want to because I knew there was something special between us. And from that grew a wonderful marriage, a wonderful family, that lasted decades and I thank God for it every day. I’m not saying that’s everyone’s experience, and I can’t guarantee that it would be yours. But sometimes, in life, you have to take a risk to get a reward.”

Casey sat silently.

“I hope I haven’t upset you…”

“No, not at all. In fact, it feels so good to have said it. I have not told a soul, not even my therapist… although she is certainly going to hear about it this week. I know I’m not ready right now, Vivian, I’m not. So, please, please don’t push it. Maybe we could have something in the future, but I don’t want to ruin it by jumping into it now.”

“That’s wise. If the time comes where it is right, you will know it. Now, this conversation will never go further than you and me. I promise you; I will tone down my rhetoric a little, but I won’t completely cease. If I did, Tobias would be beyond suspicious trust me. I’ve been watching you both. I think you’d be good for each other; I certainly won’t do anything that could ruin its chances.”

“Thank you, Vivian.”

“Besides, I do want you together for other reasons. What my grandbabies would look like if the two of you… mmmm.”

“You’re relentless,” Casey laughed.

“Tobias did warn you about me, now, come here and give me a hug.”

Casey was amazed at how much Vivian’s hug felt just like one from her own mother, and she was surprised by how good it felt, how much she needed it. The women did exchange numbers, but Vivian never tortured Casey, only Tobias. But Casey smiled when Vivian stepped into her taxi, not because she was leaving because she was blessed to have yet another wonderful person in her life.

Casey laid on her bed staring at the ceiling. When does a person fall in love? Out of love? Do they overlap? She knew a part of her would love Ethan forever, regardless of his feelings for her. But after everything that had happened, a future together seemed almost impossible. She acknowledged that something was drawing her to Tobias, and now, looking back, was it always there? Was their bond so strong because it was something beyond friendship, but she just didn’t see it? Why would she have? She was so in love with Ethan she would never have seen it. Regardless, she knew she needed some time, but she also had to start giving this thought. Because she didn’t want to risk losing something that could be wonderful because of fear. Her therapist appointment was five days away. That was too long, she needed to talk to someone sooner. She picked up her phone.

“Hey, Sienna… do you think we could get together sometime in the next couple of days? Not here at my place, someplace private. I really need to talk.”

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| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 |     [CHAPTER 20] FINAL

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; camshow, sex toys, shibari, dom!seungcheol, dirty talk, overstimulation/forced orgasms, squirting, degradation, name calling, daddy!kink, gags! 😍💕 ✨HAPPY NEW YEAR!!✨ Here’s to more fun fics in 2021! I can’t believe this is our last chapter though omg 😭 It’s been suuuuch a journey and a privilege to write this little series out! I’ve honestly thought about a camgirl/boy series for like, over a year now, and I’m glad I finally did it! I completed one of my goals! 🥺💕 2020 was definitely a wild one, but I want to thank you all so fuckin’ much for supporting me and stickin’ it out with me all year! Here’s to more in the coming year!💕 Also I was proofreading this at the dining table last night thinking my roommate wouldn’t come out of their room but they did(while I was making dinner and my hands were dirty so I couldnt close my laptop ☠️) and they walked past my laptop and now I’m convinced they saw my fucking smut fic right in the open so yes my little mini-break next week is MUCH needed cause I am ✨embarrassed✨ 🤣 I’ll still do my inbox roundup tomorrow and probably answer a bunch of small thirst posts ‘n stuff throughout the week but there won’t be any drabbles! For now, enjoy chapter 20 🥺, have a safe weekend, and remember that I love you~ ❤️🍒💕

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Seungcheol wakes up much earlier than you do the next morning; pressing a kiss to your forehead as you groan and snuggle deeper into your pillow.

“Baby, I need to go run some errands for a little bit, okay? Just keep sleeping, you don’t need to get up yet. But, I made breakfast and put it in the microwave for you when you decide to get up later.”

His voice is muffled and you can barely understand what he’s saying but you nod; a soft sigh on your lips when you drift back into dreamland. He takes his time getting ready, checking his phone notifications as he gets dressed and places a note on the nightstand knowing that you didn’t catch a single word he said.

‘Hey, did you get everything I asked for?’

Jimin🧍🏻: of course, who do you think I am? Jeongguk?

Jimin🧍🏻: and btw, i’m just giving you a crash course okay? We don’t really have a ton of time

Jimin🧍🏻: did you watch those tutorial videos I sent you?

‘Yeah, I did some practice on my breaks, but I guess you can tell me if I’m doing anything wrong.’

Jimin🧍🏻: okee, i’ll be waiting. Don’t get here too late!

‘I’ll be otw soon. Thanks again, Jimin.’

“Ow--damn, okay, you don’t need to tug on it so much!”

“Sorry, I’ll be careful! And why are we practicing on you anyway?! Couldn’t you just have shown me pictures or something?”

“How else will you learn if not on an actual body? It doesn’t work the same way, Seungcheol.” Jimin pauses, checking himself in the mirror. “Also, keep in mind she does have boobs so just… go slow, okay? It’s not gonna sit like this on her.”

Seungcheol blushes a crimson red; biting the inside of his cheek at how amateur he was at this.

“Okay…”

Seungcheol is gone for a lot longer than you anticipate and although he replies quickly to your texts, you can’t help but be curious about where he’d gone and what he was doing.

Especially knowing that the two of you had to film tonight and knowing that everything was up to Seungcheol.

A shiver rolls down your body at the thought and you quickly try to shake off the nerves that seem to slowly invade your body when your mind starts to wander.

“It’ll be fine, I’m sure…”

“I’m home!”

“Where have you--oh, that’s… a b-big box? Um, should I be concerned...”

Seungcheol grins, shrugging as he sets it onto the kitchen counter. “Just some supplies for tonight. I had to go pick them up from a friend but I had to make sure everything was right.” He notices the way you can’t seem to take your eyes off of the box; eyes twinkling when he makes his way towards you.

He tilts your head up to meet his in a searing kiss, lips easing into a smile when you wrap your arms around his neck and melt under his touch. You moan against his lips just before he pulls away; staring dreamily at him while his hands start to roam over your clothed body.

“We have a long night ahead of us, sweetheart. Let’s pamper you a little before then, hmm?”

j__min: ??? where’s the loverboy

j__min has donated $200

angelhan has donated $75

therealchan99 has donated $50

xcaliburDK has donated $75

xcaliburDK: is that the sybian? Haven’t seen that in a looong while

You bite your lip and nod, somewhat shy as you sit alone in front of the camera. “Seungcheol’s still… setting up but he told me to start! I’m a little nervous, to be honest…” Your eyes flit to Seungcheol who rummages through the box in the kitchen and from the angle you’re sat in, you can’t see a single thing he takes out.

Earlier, he’d cooked you your favorite meal and even took the time to give you a full body massage before the two of you cuddled on the sofa and watched a movie. To you, it seemed a little too suspiciously tame and you only found yourself more nervous when he made you drink two glasses of water and ever so quietly announced it was time to start getting ready for the camshow.

“He’s being so suspicious! He was even gone for a few hours earlier today…” You mumble; brows furrowed at the camera before checking the comments.

It still amazed you every time with how much money you and Seungcheol made from the camshows and videos and it made you feel even better knowing that everyone loved the chemistry the two of you had together. There were a lot of video requests and ideas mixed in with the comments at any given time and you were definitely ready to pitch some to Seungcheol now that you’d rebranded your channel to be a couple’s channel instead.

“Almost done, sweetheart!”

gc__koo: he told me to watch cuz he was being suspicious with me too 

gc__koo has donated $50

alphagyu97: what is he even plotting

alphagyu97: i am excited to see the sybian again tho ngl

artist8hao: pretty baby gonna squirt for us again?

universe_WZ: hell fuckin yea let us see how fuckin wrecked you get on that machine

You feel your pussy clench around emptiness at their comments; already feeling yourself getting wetter and wetter with the anticipation.

Movement out of the corner of your eye catches your attention and Seungcheol walks towards the bed with a wide smile and the same box in hand. “Ready?” You can only nod back slowly, watching as he dumps the contents of the box right next to your body.

gc__koo: oy

chwenon: oh shit

sleepy_wonu: oh baby, you’re in for it now

sleepy_wonu has donated $100

Your entire body fills with warmth as you look over the various objects; unsure of where to really look first. “I, um--”

A stack of red ropes sits next to a small bullet vibrator that sits next to a ball gag that sits next to a pair of EMT shears and your eyes immediately flit up to Seungcheol who only smirks back at your shocked expression. “I had some other toys I wanted to use but I figured I should go easy on you, y’know? Since you showed me some mercy last night.”

Nodding, you reach out towards the ropes, touching them shyly. “Why red?”

“Thought they’d be on theme for you, babygirl.”

Seungcheol takes his time; remembering Jimin’s words when he tugs the ropes around your wrists.

“Colour, babygirl?”

“G-green… daddy…”

He nods, sitting up on his knees behind you as you sit on the sybian and face the camera. You bite your lip, somewhat embarrassed that you were already soaking the toy underneath you as Seungcheol worked to bind your arms behind you.

“D--daddy, where did you l-learn this?” You whisper, somewhat curious if this had anything to do with why he was gone for so long earlier in the day.

“Mm, daddy’s friend Jimin was kind enough to help me get the tools and teach me a few tricks to make sure I kept my babygirl safe. Wasn’t that kind of him?” You nod gently, gulping when you shift atop the machine slightly in hopes of relieving some of the growing sexual tension in your body. “Why don’t you thank him properly, sweetheart?”

Your hazy eyes make eye contact with the camera, head tilted slightly. “T-thank you, J-Jimin… for--for helping daddy…”

j__min: omg a shoutout ive made it

kitty_junjun: we never thought we’d see the day

tangerine_kwan: and here we all thought you were gonna be the bad guy huh

hoshi_tiger_xx: like when u only see previews of the book online but the rest of it is different ykwim

Seungcheol makes sure your arms are bound snug enough but not too tight; leaning away slightly to admire his rope work. “Feeling okay so far, babygirl?”

Nodding, you whine back slightly. “Y-yes, daddy… But… my--my pussy wants s-something…” He laughs in return, readjusting so that he’s sitting on your side this time to give himself easier access to start the rest of the bindings.

“Is that so? You’re gonna have to be a little more patient this time ‘cause daddy’s not done yet.” He starts working on the rest of the harness; going slow and checking in with you often to make sure none of the ropes were digging into your skin or making you uncomfortable. “You’ll have to forgive me a little though, I’m admittedly a ‘lil inexperienced so our pretty babygirl is only going to be tied up in this pretty harness for tonight.”

gentleman_josh95: the fact u even took the time to learn just for her

gentleman_josh95 has donated $100

artist8hao: seriously, the dedication

kitty_junjun: we stan a man who knows safety and etiquette 

Comments of reassurance and donations flood in at Seungcheol’s small apology and although the two of you are in your own world; you can tell from just the amount of pings coming from your laptop that they all seemed to be encouraging him.

The two of you fall into a comfortable silence as Seungcheol continues to move around you on the bed to finish the harness and a smile graces his lips when he starts to secure the last knots in the back. He can’t help but mentally pat himself on the back at how neatly he’d done it for his first time.

“There. All done, baby.”

Your eyes flit to the laptop’s screen to see yourself; cheeks hot when you see how fucked out you already look and he hadn’t even touched you properly or turned on the machine.

The star harness Seungcheol had tied looks pretty with red ropes and you can’t hide your smile at how good it looks on you too either. “Ah, daddy made it really p-pretty… Thank you.”

This time, Seungcheol nods, letting you admire yourself as he silently reaches for the small remote for the sybian, switching it on.

Your entire body lurches forward as soon as the vibrations attack your clit and you immediately find yourself moaning and grinding down onto the machine as he gives you some relief.  

“You’re welcome, babygirl. Now let’s really have some fun, huh?”

You need to cum.

Badly.

“Awww, is my pretty baby drooling? Does it feel that good on your sensitive ‘lil clit?” He teases, smoothing down your hair as you cry around the ball gag in your mouth; drool seeping out from the side of your lips when he raises the vibrations a setting higher.

You don’t know how many times he’d played with the settings and edged you by now, but all you do know is that the urge to cum only grows stronger as you grind against the machine, soaking it with your wetness as you chase the pleasure building up in your body again.  

Surely cumming was okay, right? He never said you couldn’t.

You whimper around the ball gag, eyes fluttering shut when the tension in your body snaps in the blink of an eye and your thighs clamp down onto the sides of the machine. Throwing your head back, you moan against the gag and ride out your high as Seungcheol watches you from the side.

“Mm, bet that felt good, huh? But I know you want something in that greedy ‘lil cunt of yours, don’t you? You want daddy’s cock slamming into your tight ‘lil hole ‘til it’s full of my cum, right, sweetheart?” He licks his lips, turning off the sybian as you slump forward.

universe_WZ: shit shes so sensitive

chwenon: especially with her arms bound like that i bet she’s on cloud nine rn

gentleman_josh95: her cute lil head is probably all fuzzy already from all the sensations

therealchan99 has donated $100

gc__koo has donated $75

j__min has donated $150

All you can do is whimper and nod; teary eyes blinking back at Seungcheol as he smirks and leans in towards you.

“Mmm, you’ll get what you want eventually. But for now, you’re gonna cum again.”

He turns the sybian back on, licking his lips when he sees your body tensing again. It was always easier to get you to cum a second time and his point is proven when you mewl around the ball gag a few minutes later; chest heaving in stuttered breaths as you try to shy away from the toy still vibrating against your overly sensitive clit when you’re quickly thrown into another orgasm.

“You always cum for daddy so easily, don’t you, babygirl?”

Your head feels fuzzy after already cumming twice in such a short span of time but you nod, head lolling to the side as Seungcheol finally turns the sybian off for good.

Seungcheol gives you a second to catch your breath before he’s scooting in and fiddling with the clasps at the back of your head to take the ball gag off.

A thread of saliva connects your lips to the gag and you whimper at how good it feels to be able to actually speak again. “D-daddy…” Drool drips from your mouth as your lead lolls forward and Seungcheol is quick to bring a hand up to keep your head up as he looks into your lust filled eyes.

“Colour, sweetheart?”

“Still g-green…” He nods back, checking to make sure none of the ropes had shifted. “Would you like some water before we continue, baby?”

“Yes, daddy…”

He fetches you a glass of water, tilting it against your lips as you down the entire glass and you find yourself a little surprised at how needed it was. “Thank you, d-daddy…”

“You’re welcome, babygirl. Ready to keep going?”

You nod, a little bit more energized. “I hope everyone, mmh, l-likes the show so f-far~” Your teary vision prevents you from reading the comments and before you can even make an effort to, Seungcheol is already helping you off of the machine and helping you sit on the bed across from him.

alphagyu97: ugh she looks so fucking good in that harness

angelhan: right? That shade of red looks so good against her skin too

angelhan: so fuckin pretty

tangerine_kwan: pics for the private room later? Plz i beg

Seungcheol takes this time to take off his boxer briefs, cock curving up against his abdomen when he’s fully naked across from you. He wraps a hand around his cock, moaning and spreading the precum down his shaft as you watch. “D’you want this, baby?”

Your lips fall open in a silent moan as you watch Seungcheol jerk himself off and you can’t help but squirm. “Y-yes…”

“Tell me exactly what you want then. Let them hear what a filthy little slut you are for me.” You can’t help but feel miserably empty watching him and despite having already cum twice, you want his cock fucking you open and making you cum again.

“I--I--”

“Yes, babygirl?”

“I, ngh, I want d-daddy’s cock… Please? Ah, I--I wanna feel you fucking my--my pussy into the, mmh, s-shape of your c-cock… And I w-want you to c-cum inside my--my slutty little h-hole…”

Seungcheol scoffs, hips shallowly thrusting up into his enclosed fist. “That’s right. You’re just my slutty ‘lil babygirl that lets me use all her tight holes how I please, right? You like it when I cum down your throat and in your pretty ‘lil ass. But we all know you like it best when I cum in your hot ‘lil cunt. Makes you feel all warm and full, doesn’t it? You like it when my cum is dripping out of your spent cunt and sliding down your shaky thighs.” This time you nod furiously as you whine back in response.

“P-please… Can’t wait any--anymore!”

This time, the impatience takes over as you slightly tug on the ropes; whining when they don’t give. “Daddy!”

And this time, he gives in quicker than he anticipates, growling as he reaches for the EMT shears to cut you from the harness. “Don’t let your arms down, no matter how much you want to. You’re going to strain your arms if you move too fast so let me handle it, okay, sweetheart?”

The sudden gentleness in his voice has a giddy warmth pouring over you as you nod and sit still while he cuts at various points of the harness to make the ropes fall loose around your arms and chest. You keep your arms in the same position like he requested and you soon feel his hands roaming your skin and massaging your arms to get the blood flowing again.

“You’re so good for me, baby.” He whispers against your hair, leaning down to kiss your shoulder before he slowly easing your arms down from being folded behind your back.

He continues to massage your arms for a few more minutes before it’s you that’s getting impatient. “Daddy… Can you fuck me now?” Whispering, you slightly turn your body to the side to meet his gentle stare.

Seungcheol laughs under his breath, nodding. “Lay on your back for me, legs spread.”

You follow his orders as you quickly scramble to get into position; legs spread wide for him to situate himself between.

“Mm, your pussy is still so fuckin’ wet. I wanna taste you on my tongue, baby.” Whines spill from your lips as you shake your head ‘no.’

“No! My p-pussy feels empty, I need y-your cock, daddy… ‘n I’m so wet, you can probably, ah, just s-slide your cock in…”

He wraps a hand around his cock just as you wrap your legs around his waist and he guides himself until the head of his cock is right at your entrance.

Neither of you say a word as he slowly starts to sink his cock in; guttural moans on his lips when he meets no resistance and bottoms out in a singular thrust. “Holy fuck, your cunt is so fuckin’ wet. Shit, and so t-tight!” You clench around him, already feeling good with his cock inside of you as you beg him to fuck you hard and fast.

“Ngh, p-please fuck me like--like I’m your, hah, c-cocksleeve… I want it f-fast, daddy!”

He grits his teeth at your words; drawing his hips back before snapping them into you just how you wanted. “Fast, hmm? All you think about in that pretty head of yours is my cock pounding you open, huh? Slamming into you so fuckin’ good, it makes your toes curl when you cum.”

Seungcheol starts a quick pace, already feeling the pleasure building up for himself when you’re reduced to garbled noises and broken cries of his name. The heels of your feet dig into the small of his back as you try to press him in closer and he’s quick to reach for the small bullet vibrator left on the bed next to your body.

“Your body is so fuckin’ sensitive, I can already feel how tight you’re getting around me. So fuckin’ greedy to cum too. Already came twice and you still want more. You’re not satisfied until your whole body is shaking underneath me, huh, sweetheart?” He turns the small toy on, pressing it to your clit as you yelp and let out choked sobs.

“Ah, ngh, d-daddy, my--my clit’s t-too sen--sensitive! I--I can’t--!” Squirming, you feel the pressure building up obscenely quick; bottom lip quivering when he takes one of your free hands and makes you hold the toy to your swollen clit.

“Just a little more, sweetheart. Don’t you wanna cum?”

He angles his thrusts to graze against your g-spot and loud cries of his name leave your lips in a hurried, jumbled mess when he only doubles his pace.

The sound of donations and comments pour in like water and get lost within the ringing in your ears; unable to even warn Seungcheol that you’re about to cum when you feel your entire body starting to lock up underneath him.

Your lips part in a silent scream and your back bows off of the bed, thighs shaking uncontrollably as you cum for the third time. Seungcheol growls, fucking you through it as you squirt all over his lower half.  He finds it harder and harder to thrust into you as you cum, but he feels himself quickly following suit with your warm walls fluttering around his cock.

“Fuck, baby, that’s right. Squirt for me, get me fuckin’ soaked while you cum.” He uses a free hand to make sure you keep the toy pressed to your clit, growling when he starts to unload his cum inside of you. “Mmh, gonna fill your cunt up with what you want, baby.”

A shaky moan leaves your lips as you feel him throbbing inside your pussy; walls clamped down onto him in a vice grip as you ride out the remnants of your orgasm.

“Ah, d-daddy’s cumming suh--so much inside of my p-pussy…”

Whining, you feel Seungcheol’s grip on your hand give way as he rides out his pleasure and you take the opportunity to turn off the small bullet vibrator while he doesn’t notice.

You watch his face contort in pleasure, hips still shallowly thrusting into you as his entire body shivers above you.

“D-daddy’s so h-handsome...” You mumble, cheeks hot when he cracks a smile through the pleasure wracking his body and chuckles under his breath. 

“Thank you, babygirl.” 

After you end the show, Seungcheol makes sure to cuddle with you on the bed for a little while longer.

“One more glass of water, baby.” You whine in response, pouting up at him before he gets up from the soaked sheets. 

“But I already had a glass! If you have a piss kink just say so, ‘Cheol!”

He lets out a boisterous laugh at your comment, trudging back to the bed from the kitchen with another glass of water for you. “You need to be hydrated, sweetheart. You came three times and we played a little more rough today. I just wanna make sure you’re okay.” 

“Fine, but you didn’t deny my comment.” You snarkily reply, taking the glass from him as you down the water. 

“Don’t make me have to punish you again! I’ll have you know I still need to get you all washed up and change the bed--”

A faint pinging has the two of you turning to the laptop; still on your camming homepage from where you’d checked the revenues from tonight’s show. 

A small [1] sits above your inbox and Seungcheol is quick to turn to you with an eyebrow raised. “I thought you turned off the messaging system on your profile?” 

You tilt your head in confusion, handing him the emptied glass. “I did. The only messages I should get are from, like, the actual system admins or other creator accounts which, I haven’t received any ‘til... now, I guess?”

Seungcheol sets the glass down onto the nightstand before he takes a seat next to you, dragging the laptop closer as you go to check the notification. 

“’Love&Letter Films’? Aren’t they one of the biggest adult film companies?” Mumbling, you click on the message, giving yourself and Seungcheol a second to process the message that stares back at you; a shocked smile on your lips.

‘Hello!

I hope this message finds Cherry and Seungcheol well. 

We, at ‘Love&Letter Films’, have really enjoyed the shows and videos from your channel throughout the years and we really have enjoyed watching the growth of your channel and the addition of Seungcheol to it. The dynamics between the two of you are rare in this industry and we’ve yet to see anyone like the two of you in this market. 

The shows from the last two nights have proven that the two of you have the right kind of chemistry to film together for bigger productions and we would love to hire you for a few film productions we have planned in the upcoming weeks as a feeler. Of course, all expenses paid by us if you would kindly take our offer. 

We love the various scenes and roles that the two of you take on with ease and we would love to help propel your careers forward, should you pursue a career in the adult entertainment industry. 

Please don’t hesitate to contact me as I’ve listed my contact information below. I’m excited to hear from the two of you and hope to work with you in the future on many projects.

Respectfully, 

Kwon Soonyoung, L&L FILMS CEO’

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Little Red Lies - Chapter 1

Or, AUgust 2021 Day 10 - Fake Dating

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[Booked tckts yet? virge wants 2 check u still need 2 places 4 reception dinner]

Trash Rat 22:57

[cant w8 2 meet ur new ~date~]

Trash Rat 22:58

Roman stared at the messages for several long seconds, then groaned.

[Of course I booked tickets. Yes I still need the +1 seat.]

Roman 23:04

[cant believe u havent even sent a pic or yk a name]

Trash Rat 23:06

[no shame if ur still </3 ovr remy]

Trash Rat 23:06

[even tho its been 2 yrs now]

Trash Rat 23:07

[Of course I’m over remy. You’ll meet my boyfriend when we get there. He’s shy.]

Roman 23:07

Roman seriously considered throwing his phone across the room and booking a plane ticket to Alaska rather than Manhattan. That way, he wouldn’t have to go to his brother’s wedding and admit that he was most definitely single and most definitely not over his ex boyfriend (of seventeen months - two years was an unfair exaggeration).

[u kno virge h8s not knowing whos coming to his wedding right]

Trash Rat 23:10

[I know, I know, I’ll apologise as soon as we get there. He’ll be first to meet my bf, promise.]

Roman 23:11

[book ur fuckin plane tckts ro, I know u didnt do it yet]

Trash Rat 23:11

Roman threw his phone across the room.

It bounced off of his Heathers poster and landed on his desk, which was covered in scripts, textbooks, empty takeout containers, balled up bits of paper, crumpled drinks cans, and pens, and Roman buried his face in his pillow and groaned.

Ten months ago, Roman’s sister had flown down to Los Angeles, dragged Roman out of bed and announced that he was actually Roman’s brother. Almost sooner than Roman had been able to take this in stride, Virgil had added that he was marrying his boyfriend in December and would Roman mind being one of his groomsmen? While Roman was still reeling from the bombshell that was the fact that their gremlin of an elder brother Remus was Virgil’s best man, Virgil had leaned forward and asked if Roman was doing alright because he couldn’t help but notice that his dorm room resembled ‘the result of an explosive going off in a pigsty’.

Roman had blinked dumbly at him, nodded, and then started pressing for details about Virgil’s wedding. Eventually, his brother had promised that he’d get Patton, his fiance, to call Roman to discuss every detail, from location to napkin frills, and Roman felt that he had managed to avoid the topic of how he was doing.

When he and Remy had first broken up, midway through last July, Roman had gone to pieces. He had spent the end of the summer holiday between his first and second years locked in his room and listening to the same few songs on loop until Virgil, who was three years older and had been packing his things to move into his new apartment, had put his fist through the wall between their rooms. Then Roman had put his headphones on. It wasn’t Virgil’s fault that he was too uncivilised to appreciate the wonders of ‘Michael In The Bathroom’, ‘Someone You Loved’, or ‘Impossible’, after all.

Then Roman had gone back to university, where he had tried to drown himself in reading for his degree, and instead ended up sleeping through lectures after all-night crying sessions. He had tried to submerge himself in his essays and instead ended up daydreaming about his ex-boyfriend in study sessions. He had tried to get involved in theatre productions, but every audition had gone sour, and he often ended up thinking about the few times he and Remy had met up over the previous year rather than learning his lines.

Everyone had said that long distance relationships would be hard, but Roman, the romantic fool that he was, had insisted that they could do it.

They couldn’t.

Eight months ago, nine months after the two of them had broken up, two months after Virgil had announced his wedding plans, Remus and his partner had flown into Los Angeles and tried to stage an intervention. This had involved Remus trying to seduce the campus security guard and almost getting reported to the police (Roman had always insisted that his mustache only made him look sketchy), followed by Janus sneaking past the pair of them and into the building. Remus had somehow managed to join him moments later, and the two of them had somehow made their way up to Roman’s floor without alerting anyone else of their presence.

Roman had been woken by a furious hammering at his bedroom door at a little after four in the morning, and had to wade through a mess of papers and laundry to find that the two of them had knocked on every single door on his corridor, unable to remember which was his. He had not been popular with his dormmates the next day.

Their intervention had involved sitting on Roman’s bed and sharing the leftover pizza that had been on Roman’s desk for the last three days, and telling him to wash the dirty clothes all over his floor. Then they had tried to persuade him to accompany them to a bar to hook him up with somebody, and Roman had quickly concluded that the pair was somewhat drunk.

He had vehemently refused, and when Janus had eventually rolled onto his back, dark hair dangling off the edge of the bed and onto the sticky patch of carpet that Roman had spilled soda on three weeks ago, he practically whined that Roman was being very difficult when all they were doing was trying to help him.

“Trying to help me? You’ve disturbed the people I live with at fuck-o’clock in the morning! I have class tomorrow!” Roman was sat at his desk chair, trying very hard to ignore the stack of textbooks he was supposed to have read and hadn’t.

Remus rested a hand on Janus’ hip to stop him from rolling off the bed, and raised a lazy eyebrow at him. “Cut the bullshit, little bro. We all know you haven’t been to class in… How long, Jan?”

“Two months, three weeks, and four days,” Janus sing-songed.

“How the fuck do you know that?” It sounded about right, anyway, and Roman had a feeling that if he denied it this would just take even longer. He spun around in his chair and picked up a pen from his desk. “It’s my business if I don’t go to class.”

“Called my sister. Jannie takes all your classes, you know…” There was the sound of shifting fabric, and when Roman glanced back, Janus was sitting up and tucked under Remus’ arm again, looking very much as though Remus had just placed him there.

“You’re right, Ro. It’s not my business if you’re not going to class.” One of Remus’ hands trailed slowly up and down Janus’ arm, so casually Roman could almost believe that his brother didn’t realise he was doing it. “But it is my business that my little brother isn’t taking care of himself anymore. You haven’t answered my calls since before winter break. You obviously haven’t been eating healthily - this pizza tastes like you fished it out of the garbage, by the way, and I would know - and you look as though you haven’t seen the sunlight since last July.”

The assessment wasn’t quite fair. Roman might have been skipping classes, but it wasn’t as though he had just been lying in his room and wasting away! “I went to the gym last week. And I auditioned for the musical in March. I’m fine, Remus! Can I go to bed now?”

“No! We’re going to a club!”

Janus had nodded enthusiastically at Remus’ words, then rested his head on his partner’s shoulder as Roman shook his head slowly. “I don’t want to go to a club. I want to go to bed. I have class tomorrow.”

“Nope.” Remus’ hand rose to tangle absently in Janus’ hair. “We’re going to a club, and you’re gonna find some hottie to fuck all the yearning for Remy right out of you. Then you’ll feel much better!”

“You’re pulling my ha-”

“Fuck no. We’re not doing that.” Roman pressed his palms into his eyes, then stood up and jerked his door open. “Can you go now?”

“Give me one good reason why you getting laid is a bad thing right now, Ro, and we’ll leave.” Roman had gotten as far as opening his mouth before Remus interrupted. “See? You can’t. You need to move on, man. Clinging to Remy is clearly unh-”

“I have a boyfriend.”

“-ealthy, and- What?”

Maybe it was because it was four in the morning. Maybe it was because Roman hadn’t been sleeping well anyway, and Remus had managed to step on the last of his fraying nerves. Maybe it was just because he wished it was true.

“I have a boyfriend,” Roman repeated, and felt a strange sense of satisfaction at the obvious shock on Janus’ usually impassive face. “Three months. Met just after term started. It’s pretty serious, actually.”

“Bullshit.” Remus looked half impressed.

Now it was irritation that flickered through Roman. Was it really so unbelievable that he could have found somebody else? “It’s not.”

“You fucked yet?”

“Remus…” There was a warning note in Janus’ voice, and Remus sighed.

“None of my business. Got it. Do we get to meet him?”

“He’s shy.”

“Which is another way of saying he doesn’t exist.”

“Asshole. It’s another way of saying that it’s four in the fucking morning and he’s asleep. You’ll meet him at the wedding, anyway - I’m going to ask him to be my plus one when Patton sends out the RSVP date.” The words had been out of his mouth before he had had time to regret them, and Roman had spent the last eight months trying to sidestep questions about his non-existent boyfriend.

He had later found out that Remus and Janus hadn’t really come down to see him. They had gone to Los Angeles to celebrate their two year wedding anniversary and decided they might drop in while in the area. (Just because they had eloped rather than holding a big party, Janus had commented idly, didn’t mean they couldn’t celebrate it).

But now it was December, and Roman was partner-less and running out of excuses. His lie had gotten out of control, and he had ended up asking Patton and Virgil to include his partner in the guest numbers. He had invented dates they had been on for his mother when she had asked, and he insisted that his boyfriend was shy and had practically no internet presence anyway, so knowing his name wouldn’t help anybody.

He could just say that the two of them had broken up and go home alone, of course.

But that would mean disrupting the meticulous wedding seating plan Virgil and Patton had been making for months.

Besides, Roman was fairly certain that nobody in his family really believed in his mystery boyfriend, and failure to produce one after months of insisting that they would meet… Well, he didn’t want to open himself to that sort of ridicule.

Of course, it didn’t look as though he had much choice.

He hadn’t managed to make many friends at college.

In his first year, Roman had spent a lot of time trying to keep on top of his schoolwork and working toward the various theatre productions the school had put on; all of his free time he had spent planning dates for when he and Remy finally visited one another, or else video calling his boyfriend. There simply hadn’t been time to make many friends during that.

His second year… Well, Remus had been right. He had spent most of his time in his room, eating junk food, watching sappy romance films, and missing Remy.

So far, he had spent his third year trying to bring his grades back up to something more respectable… And missing Remy.

He knew it was pathetic. It had been almost a year and a half since they had broken up, and he still missed being able to call someone to talk about nothing at all at two in the morning, missed planning extravagant dates, missed the feel of hands in his hair and lips on his.

At least his floor was cleaner than it had been last year. And he had eaten slightly less fast food this semester than the previous one.

Roman’s phone chimed again. With a frustrated groan, he made his way over to his desk.

[Looking forward to seeing you on Monday!!! <3 <3 <3 !!!]

Pops 23:25

Patton.

[Me too, Padre! I’ll bring some of that fudge from the shop you love!]

Roman 23:26

[eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee <33333333 Can you get some of the currents+salt? Vee loved it last time + I want to surprise him]

Pops 23:26

[Will do. Looking forward to seeing you too!]

Roman 23:27

Patton would probably be the most understanding if Roman decided to come clean about his lying - but Patton was the worst secret keeper Roman had ever met. He and Virgil had been dating for almost three years, and in that time the thin voice actor had managed to spill every single plot twist in every single show he had watched or acted in. Roman had no doubt that Virgil would know that he was bringing home fudge within the next hour. If he admitted to Patton that he had been lying about having a date for the wedding, Roman would get Patton’s kind - if confused - reassurances, and half an hour later he would get the mixture of mockery and horrible pity that would come with the rest of his family finding out that he still wasn’t over Remy.

Roman let his phone slip through his fingers and land on his desk once more. Three days, and then he’d have to come clean - until then, he could just avoid thinking about it. Collecting the overflowing basket from the corner of the room (he had been putting off doing laundry for a while now), Roman left his room and headed toward the building’s basement laundry room. Term had finished last week and it was almost midnight - he doubted anybody would be down there now. Most people had probably already gone home, or were making the most of the free time to go out rather than spend it doing chores.

The light was off in the basement when he got there, so Roman left it that way as he loaded his clothing into one of the machines.

Moving around in the dark was far more of a Virgil move than a Roman one, but he couldn’t help himself. There was something comforting about the-

“Sweet fucking Shakespeare!” Roman’s hand flew up to cover his eyes as light burst through the small room, quickly followed by the strong smell of coffee.

“Sorry! I was unaware that there would be anybody in here.” As Roman dropped his hand, blinking owlishly in the sudden light, the newcomer made his way over to the machine on the far side of the room from him. “Most people prefer not to fumble around in the dark.”

Remus or Remy would have made some comment about how fumbling around in the dark could be quite fun really. Roman just shrugged. “It’s been a long day.”

He had expected the other man to say something; instead, silence fell over the room, broken only by the sound of the powder tray being opened, filled, and closed again.

Roman didn’t mean to stare, but he couldn’t help it. He had seen the person in the room next to him only twice so far this term, and only knew his name because the mailroom was organised by room number rather than alphabetically, and the name Roman Prince was right next to Logan Ursa.

Logan looked more tired than he had on either of the other times Roman had seen him. There were deep bags under his eyes, the shadows almost deeper than Virgil’s had been at the height of his eyeliner experiments, and the black ponytail that hung halfway to his waist was missing, replaced with what could only be described as a thicket of tangled hair. It looked as though he had been outside even less than Roman had in the past few months: his skin was so pale it seemed to glow under the fluorescent laundry-room lights. There was a steaming mug and a thick book on the lid of the machine beside him, and Roman had the strong feeling that it wasn’t the first coffee Logan had had that evening.

The washing machine Logan had been loading began to rumble, and as the other student straightened up and picked up his book, Roman made himself duck back down to finish his own task.

He’d have to come back to collect his clothing later - Roman suddenly regretted deciding to get this done now, when it meant he would have to return at almost two in the morning, but there wasn’t much he could do about it now.

“Do you want me to leave the light on?” He was more trying to make conversation than anything else: Logan was perched on one of the machines in the corner, nose already buried in what Roman could now see was a heavy medical textbook.

“Obviously.” 

Yeah, he probably should have guessed that.

-

Logan was still in the laundry room when Roman returned to collect his clothing two hours later. He was still sat on the same machine, although now he was speaking into his phone in what sounded like rapid Italian. (It definitely wasn’t Spanish: Roman was almost fluent in Spanish). (The languages were similar, but although he could guess at a few words, he had no idea what was going on). (Not that he was eavesdropping, of course). Logan’s hair was even messier than it had been before, and out of the corner of his eye Roman caught him jerking his free hand through it once or twice.

Roman pulled his now-warm and dry clothing from the machine and dumped it into his laundry basket, doing his best to ignore the way Logan was practically shouting behind him, but couldn’t stop himself from startling at the wordless, frustrated yell that came from the taller man a few minutes later. He was halfway to the door, but paused and glanced at Logan, who was stuffing his phone angrily into the oversized hoodie he was wearing.

“Everything okay over there?”

“Family stuff,” came the snappish response. Roman watched for a few seconds as Logan knelt in front of his own machine and began jerking clothing from it, folding pants as though he wished he were ripping them to pieces instead, then throwing several dark shirts over his shoulder and stalking over to one of the ironing stations.

“Pretty loud family stuff,” Roman commented, then wondered why he was bothering. It had been clear from his first meeting with Logan that the other student wasn’t there to make friends: Roman had been carrying a large cardboard box into his room the day he had moved in, and bumped into him in the hallway. Logan had looked him up and down, said something like, “Keep the volume down. I’m here to work,” and marched past him as though Roman were no more interesting than a hat stand.

Sure enough, Logan didn’t turn to face him, instead ironing a shirt in a manner that strongly hinted that he wanted to make it beg for mercy. “None of your business family stuff.”

“Are you-”

“None. Of your. Business.” This time, Logan actually did glance over his shoulder, and fixed Roman with a scowl that suggested that if he didn’t drop it, his face was going to be the next thing under the iron.

Roman left quickly. He had done his best to be friendly, and if Logan wasn’t interested, that was his problem. He didn’t seem like the sort of person Roman would really want to be friends with anyway.

Logan’s haggard expression lingered in his mind as he made his way back up to his dorm room and began stuffing his now-clean clothes into his wardrobe. He should probably start packing - his suitcase was sitting open and empty against one wall - but he had plenty of time.

Besides, he was exhausted.

Roman had changed into a pair of sweatpants and gotten into bed by the time he heard the door to the room next to his slam shut. Clearly, Logan was still annoyed by whatever ‘family stuff’ had had him first yelling into his phone and then taking his frustration out on his laundry and somebody trying to be friendly.

How long could Logan hold a grudge? Was he the kind of person who would calm down after a couple of hours of sleep, or would whatever he had been arguing about be hanging over him for the next week or so? That would make the winter break uncomfortable…

Or maybe he wasn’t going home. He had looked pretty invested in the textbook he had been studying earlier, despite it being almost midnight and no longer termtime. Maybe Logan was going to stay in the dorms over the winter break and use the hours without lectures for private study.

That sounded like a lonely way to spend the next three weeks.

The idea struck Roman suddenly, and he sat bolt upright in bed, the kind of elation that only comes with golden inspiration coursing through him. He would persuade Logan to come back home with him for the holidays! If Janus took it to mind to ask Janine about him, she’d be able to verify that Logan didn’t socialise much; all he would have to do would be show up briefly for the wedding, and he could spend the remainder of the holiday studying all he wanted, away from ‘family stuff’!

He would ask Logan the following morning, and when he agreed, Roman would book the plane tickets home - he’d pay, of course. Or rather, he’d use the money his mother had sent him so that he could bring his fictional boyfriend home. Either way, Logan wouldn’t have to spend any money himself!

Laying back down, Roman pulled his thin blanket back up to his neck and rolled onto his side, satisfaction warming him more thoroughly than any hot drink could.

This was the best idea he’d ever had.

-

“That is the worst idea I have ever heard.” Logan glanced into the hallway over Roman’s shoulder as though expecting an audience for a practical joke. “I cannot believe you have wasted my time listening to you.”

“Is… That a maybe?” Roman tilted his head and gave Logan his best puppy eyes.

Alas, Logan’s heart must have been made of stone. “No.” He made to slam the door.

Well, Roman couldn’t have that. It had been difficult enough to get Logan to even open the door in the first place, and harder still to get him to listen beyond the initial “I need you to do me a huge favour, okay, but it works out for you too.” In hindsight, maybe he shouldn’t have led with that. But then he had explained, and for some reason Logan was still trying to close the door on him.

“Ow!”

“That was entirely your fault.”

“You just slammed the door on my foot!”

“You did put your foot there after I had begun closing the door. My point stands.”

Technically, Logan was correct, but Roman wasn’t there to quibble over technicalities. “You got the part where I’d pay for your flights, right? All you have to do is show up for one day in something resembling formalwear, and in return you get rent free accommodation and food all holiday! Plus company!”

“I have too much to do to pretend to be your boyfriend for three weeks for no reason. Find somebody else.” Logan made to close the door again, and this time Roman caught it with his hand.

“There is nobody else!” Roman was aware that he was beginning to sound desperate. “You’re like, the only person I know!”

“That sounds like your personal problem, not mine.” Several strands of hair had fallen from the impressive tangle around Logan’s ears and into his face, and he blew them out of the way. His breath smelled like coffee - bitter coffee. Roman wrinkled his nose. “Let go of my door.”

“Come on, Logan! What else are you going to be doing this holiday?”

“Studying! I have exams to pass!”

“You can study at my place. You won’t have to pay holiday rent there!”

“I won’t have to pay holiday rent if I go to my mom’s place, either! Let go of my door!”

Roman finally pulled his aching foot out of the way, but didn’t remove his hand from the wood. “You don’t want to go back to your mom’s place, though, do you? The phonecall -”

The glare that Logan sent him could have frozen the insides of a volcano, and his voice was suddenly cold enough to make Roman shiver. “Good day, Roman.” This time, Roman jerked his hand out of the way, and the door snapped shut in his face.

Shit. Maybe he shouldn’t have tried to use Logan’s ‘family stuff’ against him. He made a note of that for future reference, then hammered against the door again.

“Please, Logan!”

Silence.

“I’ll be forever in your debt!”

More silence. Maybe Logan would prefer something a little more extravagant?

“I’ll sing of your virtues from the rooftop every night for the rest of the year!”

Nothing.

Okay, maybe that had been a little much. Logan had made it clear that he was there to work and didn’t want to be disturbed in his caffeine fueled study crusades, so something excessive was possibly the wrong way to persuade him to do this.

Oh-

“I’ll pay for your coffee for the rest of the year?”

Roman held his breath and waited.

And waited.

Just when he thought that he had been wrong and that Logan really wasn’t going to be persuaded, the door opened the tiniest of amounts. Logan was still frowning at him, but some of the ice was gone from his expression.

“That’s your dealbreaker? Coffee?”

“I drink a lot of coffee.” A slight deepening in the crease between Logan’s eyes told Roman not to push the subject. “You need a date to a wedding. In return, you pay for my flight there and back, provide accommodation for the duration of the winter vacation, and keep me supplied with coffee for the rest of the year.”

“Well, a wedding, the reception, any pre-wedding parties, and keeping up the act while we’re around other people,” Roman corrected, counting on his fingers. From the irritated twitch of Logan’s left eye, he got the feeling that he hadn’t mentioned the reception or the potential stag night in his initial pitch.

“Blue Moon or Red Planet.”

“What?”

“The coffee. I like Blue Moon or Red Planet coffee. They’re more expensive, so I don’t expect them every time - maybe a ratio of three regular jars to one nice jar.”

Roman blinked. “Uh… Okay.”

Logan nodded once. More hair fell over his eyes. “I’ll draw up a schedule and provide you with estimated projections of my coffee habits for the rest of the year so you can budget accordingly. When do we leave?”

“Um… Monday.” Still reeling from Logan’s sudden and complete 180, Roman cast around for something to say, but the long haired man got there first.

“Monday. That gives us approximately two and a half days to draw boundaries and fabricate enough pictures and stories to give our deceit credibility.” Logan closed his eyes, and Roman realised that he was staring again. He hadn’t expected the other to take this in stride so quickly. “Given that I have work to finish today and you will likely need several hours on Sunday evening to pack… Have you told your family how long we have been romantically involved?”

“Uh, since January. But I told them you were shy, so we don’t have to have any pictures or anything - we can say that all our dates were just pizza and Netflix, and…” He tailed off at the incredulous look on Logan’s face. “What?”

“You expect them to believe that we have been dating for eleven months and you haven’t taken a single photo? Roman, I have listened to you belting the lyrics of more break-up songs than I care to count.” Roman shrugged, and Logan rolled his eyes. “You are quite clearly a romantic. Had we really been dating, the number of pictures you would have taken on whatever extravagance you planned for our six-month anniversary alone would be infinitesimal.”

He had a point.

Roman had already stretched his family’s belief in him to breaking point (and probably well past it) by refusing to share even the smallest thing about his ‘boyfriend’ over the past eleven months; if he didn’t get home on Monday with at least a couple of dozen photos to share, their charade would be over before it could ever really begin. “Right. You’re right. We’ll need to spend the weekend planning, doing a photoshoot - it’ll be fun!”

“You,” Logan started, already retreating, “obviously have a different definition of that word than I do. Eight thirty tomorrow morning, The Roost. Bring a notepad, your phone, and a couple of changes of clothing suitable for various weather conditions.”

“Eight thirty? A prince needs his beauty-”

“Eight thirty. We are going to do this properly.”

Roman’s phone was in his hand barely seconds after Logan’s door had closed (albeit more gently than before).

Groupchat: Princes and Co.

[Can’t wait for you to meet logan!]

Roman 09:58

[a name!!!!!!!!!!]

Trash Rat 09:59

[we have a name!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Trash Rat 09:59

[such a nice name! can’t wait either, ro!]

Pops 10:01

[About time! I’ve been stalling on the place settings for weeks waiting for this name]

Emo Nightmare 10:02

[Was about to fly out to LA to strangle it out of you]

Emo Nightmare 10:04

[he was. i had to physically restrain him from doing so yesterday]

Padre 10:04

[bet u both enjoyed that ;);););););)]

Trash Rat 10:04

Several people are typing…

[Suck a dick, Remus]

Emo Nightmare 10:05

[we did, actually]

Pops 10:05

[would but janjans at work :((]

Trash Rat 10:06

[Didn’t want to know, didn’t need to know.]

Roman 10:06

[Pat!]

Emo Nightmare 10:06

[Logan Ursa??? 4th yr medic??? Coffee addict???]

Snake Eyes 10:06

Roman stared at his phone for a second. That was faster than he had expected.

[u knew????? jan u held out on me??? the luv of ur greyspec life???]

Trash Rat 10:07

[You told Janus?! I’m your brother! He’s not even related to you!]

Emo Nightmare 10:07

[No I didn’t tell Janus!]

Roman 10:07

[I’m omniscient.]

Snake Eyes 10:08

[Plus I just asked Jannie for a list of all the Logans you could have associated with.]

Snake Eyes 10:09

[You and your sister scare me]

Roman 10:11

[He has surprisingly little internet presence.]

Snake Eyes 10:11

[Told you. He’s shy]

Roman 10:12

Sliding his phone back into his pocket, Roman returned to his room and picked up his laptop, this time to actually book the tickets he was supposed to have booked weeks ago. He had no doubt that they would arrive on Monday to discover that his family had already unearthed everything there was to know about his fake boyfriend - should he break that news to Logan before or after they were on the plane? Making the man paranoid might make their weekend photoshoot a lot more difficult.

Their photoshoot! If Logan was really on board, Roman would have to make this as easy as possible for him - and the performance of a lifetime for himself. Given that he was expected to bring a notebook to their meeting tomorrow, they were going to have to do a lot of brainstorming, so he might as well start coming up with ideas now. He already had a few as he grabbed a notepad from the mess on the floor and started hunting for a pencil.

No matter what his fake date said, this weekend was going to be a lot of fun.

[remsmoonlight]

— title : point of view

— word count : 3k words

— pairing : daryl dixon x reader

— summary : tomorrow is something that is never promised, less so when the dead walk the Earth. being trapped for the night when a storm pours down upon you and daryl while trapped in a decrepit house by a few walkers are you sick and tired of hiding what you feel.

— warnings : some swearing, talk of potential death ( of the reader ) , a wee bit of angst that turned into more at the end :)

note: omg another daryl oneshot i gotta chill ajksajksk, but i had like seven main bullet points i made to follow when writing this and i followed like...... two, three at the most, anyways.... enjoy? this is brought to u by ariana’s discography lmao oops it does be cute at some point tho ... also felt a bit hsm with that one line at the end ahaha but fr lemme stop talking now

      ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*   requests are open !   *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Dark and gloomy clouds swirl over your head, blending into an extremely large and angry looking ready to descend from above. You wonder to yourself just how long you have left before the loud cracks that crumble through the air to accompany the forceful winds and pouring drops of rain are finally released. Halfway through the trip back from the town that lays after miles from the prison the car used decided it preferred to lay quietly in the middle of the road, shortly after the sickly sputters from the engine you heard Daryl mutter a few curse words. You were unable to hold in your amusement, despite the fact that a lack of transport obviously leaves you in a vulnerable position, it felt like it was your luck for that to happen to you.

It’s why you stay behind following the hunter in silence.

Studying him with focused eyes you can’t help but wonder how he never realises when you’re unable to tear your gaze away from him. In the beginning when you began to develop a certain affection for him you had been glad, for it to be too embarrassing for the thoughts you had about him in your head. In spite of this, when you realised that it was much more than a crush did you wish for him to mind read, because you have no idea just how to approach him about such a sensitive topic and while he can be tender about feelings, it’s also his downfall.

“ it’ll be gettin’ dark soon, there should be some houses down there to spend the night in. “

You stop in your tracks with a curious look that bled so suddenly into your features you had no time to stop it.

“ you don’t want to carry on? I mean, we’re not far from home? “ you question him with a hint of fear coddling your words.

“ we’d be trippin’ over our feet. Let’s back it back in one piece, yeh? “

Nodding, you regain your pace. It’s been a few months since you’d been hopping from one house to the other during that harsh winter, the bare thought of having to stay in yet another frail structure sent a chilly hand drawing its claws deeply up your spine. If you never had your group, you don’t think you would have made a winter like that, barely protected from the elements and the walkers that wished to plunge their teeth cavernously into your flesh.

“ as long as we leave as soon as the sun comes up. Please. “ you plead, your words filter off into a gentle volume from your position.

Leaves crumble and buckle underneath the weight, the sound of crickets dominate your surroundings as the two of you walk in silence. You itch to start a conversation, but the fear of distracting the man and annoying withhold the words that wish to fall from your lips, even then you don’t know how to begin. What would you say? There’s not much to talk about in a world where the dead have risen, where they wish to drag the world into decomposition.

Your wandering mind is pulled from its very own depths from a noise coming from Daryl, he’d turned to catch your attention. You both set to work attempting to enter any of the abandoned houses, hoping one had been left unlocked at some point.

Of course, luck is scarce. Despite there not being a soul who occupies them, they’re still somehow locked. Mournfully, you wonder if the owners of these homes had thought the governments and armies would eventually lock everything under their control, to the point that there would be a house for them to come back to? Your heart thuds painfully in your chest to think about what happened to them, and if they’re even still surviving.

A large thud draws you back to the present, the wooden door splinters at the force Daryl puts into a large kick to its frame.

“ well, there goes the lock. “ you mutter humourously, lifting the heavy bag higher up onto your shoulders as you walk in the open door.

“ we’ll put the couch there, stop any unfriendly types that come our way. “

“ I don’t know if there’s anyone left anymore. “ you reply, dropping the bag to the floor and moving towards the couch.

Situated on the other side of it, you grip the plush handle and lift with a struggle. It’s a strain to get it through the doorway to  turn it around the corner, but eventually it happens. Daryl is joined by your presence by his side, you both push ⏤ this time it’s an easier feat with two of you on one side to dedicate your strength and weight to advance it.

As soon as you finish, a heavy crackle cuts through the air.

“ we got here just in time, huh? “

“ just about. “ he answers you, sparing a glance before moving through the lower floor ⏤ searching for anything that can be taken back to the prison.

Thunderstorms had never been your favourite thing growing up. Of course, rain was something that calmed you from the anxieties life brought, but the thunder and lightning is what you loathed. Never knowing when you were about to receive a fright from the loud rumbles and flashing lights ruined the whole experience for you.

The rustling Daryl makes is the only thing that brings you comfort in this moment, keeping you grounded and away from your thoughts. It doesn’t escape your notice that these houses feel no more than graveyards with the memories that have no use to live, instead haunting the structures with what could have been had chaos and death not taken over. You climb the stairs, hugging your sides as you refuse to touch the handrail leading up stairs.

There is a middle room with access granted without having to push open the door to gain entry. Your eyes scan the room’s interior, even with the dust and grime that bespeckle its surfaces, you can still see its beauty. Now, who does that remind you of? Your mind cheekly thinks before you banish it into the shadows of your brain, where you know it will force itself out with an immense stubbornness.

Despite the thunder booming in the distance frequently, you can’t help but admire the beauty of rain drops falling to the ground with a dainty grace only it holds. The sky continues to grow dimmer, only seeing the rain on your level and lower, no street lights flood the street to aid you in being able to see torrent from above. Jumping at another roar of sound from the storm, your heart begins to pick up its pace, so much you don’t realise Daryl joining you in the room.

“ scared? “

Turning around with such speed that leaves you surprised whiplash did not greet you, Daryl is left smirking at your reaction.

“ yeah, I hate these things. “ you respond, a bitterness coating each word heavily as you speak.

“ more than walkers? “ he questions you, as he shifts his weight from one foot to the other.

“ well, I suppose not that much .. “ another clap of thunder interrupts you, the rain beating harder and harder on the windows of the bedroom. “ can we talk about anything? This shit really grates on my nerves. “

“ what y’wanna talk about? “

Your mind stalls, with the previous thoughts that had been swirling in a state of disorder your draw a blank. A continuous thump downstairs interrupts your shrug, speeding down the stairs you realise a few walkers are trying to enter the property, of course their lack of intelligence fails to realise they’re throwing themselves into the walls and not the blocked doors.

“ shall we take them out? “ moving closer to the lengthy curtained window next to the door to get a better look, you can see three walkers hauling themselves mindlessly against the structure.

“ nah, the storm’ll get ‘em soon enough. “ he shakes his head softly, your mind taking note of the lack of proximity between your bodies as he repeats your action. “ no need to risk ourselves. “

“ wouldn’t be the first time you’ve risked your life. “

“ s’nothin. “ he contradicts gruffly, wiping a finger across his nose at your words. He truly doesn’t view it as that, refusing to think of it as risking his life. To Daryl, it doesn’t feel like risking everything to help the people around him, it’s not something he can find the words to explain but all he knows if there’s a chance, he would do it again and again.

“ Daryl Dixon, so humble. “ you speak warmly with a gentle smile threading itself into your features. “ you need to give yourself more credit. “

“ stop. “

“ you’re as brave as anyone in the group. I’d say braver than Rick. “ you joke, setting yourself from the entryway to the sitting room. “ although, if I had to choose you and Carol .. I’m sorry, but Carol every time! “

“ damn woman frightens me. “

Laughter light in weight dances airily between you with an elegance in its movement. For even a fraction of a second you forget that there are walkers that are itching to break through into the property, that there’s an angry storm that threatens to demolish whatever stands in its path, because right now it’s only you both here and now in this one room.

“ she’s come a long way. “ you agree, pulling a lone chocolate bar from your bag. Your favourite and you’re thanking the universe that it hasn’t spoiled yet. Turns out all these preservatives and chemicals have some use after all you note to yourself as half is offered to the man standing across from you.

“ so have ‘yuh. “ he acknowledges, taking the broken half of the candy from you.

“ I think we all have to be honest. I don’t think any one of us are the people we used to be. “

“ now who’s humble? “ Daryl asks, his tone light in relaxed merriment. He’d long since taken note of the transformation you’d gone through, he’s never seen you so strong as a person before.

“ don’t you turn this round on me, Dixon. “

The two of you fall silent, you direct your gaze to the window and the raindrops that litter the window pane’s surface. The harsh noises thundered no more, leaving a calm pitter of precipitation to fall with no interruption. From your position on the second couch, you wrap around a thin decorational blanket around your arms, leaning your cheek against the palm of your hand.

Pretending the world hasn’t gone to hell, that it’s just a normal evening where you’re admiring the scene before you. Skies that weep heavily is what the Georgian greenery has been calling out for, especially since the warmer temperatures have returned in full force. Switching your line of sight to Daryl, you feel a mellowness in the pit of your stomach as you watch him fondly. You can’t be sure if it’s the lack of distractions or eyes from your group, but you feel a miniscule spark of confidence within your confines.

“ come sit down, you can relax for a bit. “ you call, trying to convince him lightly. Your hand moves to pat the seat next to you.

“ can’t relax in this world. “ despite the disagreement in his words he does move towards your position on the plush seat.

“ it doesn’t mean we can’t make it. Otherwise we’d be burnt out, I’d hate to see that happen to you. “ You divulge as you reply to him, little inklings of hope in your tone.

“ y’don’t gotta worry ‘bout me. “

“ but I do, Daryl. “ you groan as a dull glumness contorts your features into something new. “ I mean, the lengths you go to .. you scare me to death. “

“ don’t be dumb. “ Daryl warns lowly as he shakes his head, few have shared their vulnerability with him. Perhaps only Carol, his mind can’t wrap itself around the fact that people genuinely care for him. Growing up, he’d been taught of it as a weakness. Something that should not exist, no one cared when he went missing for a short while as a child, and now having people who show him the opposite? It leaves a strange feeling to settle within his heart.

“ please, I need to tell you. I mean, I might not even be here tomorrow. “

“ nah, don’t say that. Y’will. “ he argues, he doesn’t even want to entertain the notion of not seeing you even for a day ⏤ let alone forever.

Truthfully, you’d not been particularly close. He understands it now, he pushed everyone away wherever he had the chance to. But after the downfall of the farm? You wouldn’t let up in trying to forge bonds that could rival even the strongest of metals. You had no idea, but he’d overheard you talking to Beth one day. When you said you didn’t want to be afraid of living, to have something worth dying for. That struck him deep.

“ neither you or I can guarantee that. Now, call me selfish but I can’t die with what ifs in my brain. “ you explain, you know it’s probably selfish to announce any kind of fondness for a person nowadays, because you can be ripped from their existence without any kind of announcement. But if you were to depart from the realm of the living, you’d want to have affectionate memories to experience and for them to look back on.

“ what y’sayin? “

Your eyes well up in frustration, whether it’s over the way you find the words are hiding beneath your tongue like cowards under the cloak of night or over the fact that you have begun this topic of conversation, backing yourself into a corner. There’s so much you want to say but how you should is not coming easy. Eloquence in your words is something you find yourself yearning for with all of your being should it bring you a happy ending to this discussion.

This isn’t a fairytale, there’s no happy or bad endings in real life you sorely think. There’s just reality, and the conclusions for that are neither black or white.

Fingertips grip the roots of your hair for a fleeting moment before letting go as if you’d never clutched them in exasperation at all.

Shutting your eyes so hard they hurt, you muster up the courage to speak the truth you’ve locked away in your heart, allowing it the light it has been deprived of for so long.

“ Daryl, I ⏤ “ your voice shuts off with a painful sound, sighing as if to psych yourself up. “ I feel more for you than I probably should. “

When Daryl says nothing, you open your eyes. Your entire being preparing yourself for the worse answer, this moment may hurt now but the pain will lessen. At least your soul feels lighter with the hidden information no longer chained to it as a burden, no longer will it have to be weighed down by its mass.  

“ I know it’s probably not what you want to hear, but I couldn’t keep it in any longer. “

“ who said I didn’t wanna hear? “

“ ⏤ what ? “ you question, your brows falling lower as you squint in disbelief. You wonder if your brain is forming a false memory to protect itself later on.

“ y’don’t nothin’ to do with me though. “ he hesitates, the automatic response to push away anything good that comes his way to the furthest reaches. “ nothin’ but trouble. “

A sorrowful smile full of grief clouds your features, your unshed tears threaten to fall. If only he could see himself from your point of view, he doesn’t see just how admirable of a human being he is. Yes, he has his flaws but who doesn’t? In all of humanity, you don’t think there has ever been a perfect person, but it’s how they approach their downsides that shows the peak of their humanity, that they don’t let the darkness fester in their heart, to poison their soul into becoming a shell of a kind hearted person. That shows the strength of their character.

Daryl? You feel honoured to have been a first hand witness to see him turn from a hot ball of anger to a softer, kinder soul.

“ Daryl, you really don’t see what I do.” you forsake everything, leaning forwards and laying your hands across his. Taking in the immense warmth from them. “ That? It hurts me, because you’re rather amazing. “

Saying nothing, Daryl looks down at your intertwined hands. He wants the chance that’s being offered, though the fear of being the one who poisons everything he lays his touch upon settles heavily on his shoulder. No one has come out unscarred when dealing with a member of the Dixon family, his family tree being nothing more than toxic, with weeds that wrap around the limbs of the poor fool who got involved with them, as they drag them to their lowly depths. He doesn’t know how to let go of the past and for this he continues to pay, with the high price being his happiness in the present world. No response leaves his lips, for the first time in a long time he doesn’t know what to say, while knowing what he wants to say. It’s not until he feels arms wrapped around the top of his shoulders is he brought back down to Earth, a shudder of a breath is released from him as he realises what is going on. The action is reciprocated in earnest, you’re full of gratitude that he’s accepting your comfort ⏤ knowing it could have been a gamble of a decision, a fifty fifty chance of him reacting negatively or positively. You, too, draw comfort from the position you both find yourself, clutching the other. Hope dawns on your heart, knowing Daryl is not a particularly affectionate man. This means a lot, for it’s a leap for you both.

“ thank you. “ he whispers in the night. You know that this is the start of something new.

[multiplefandomsblog]

Can i request how different idv characters would act as roommates? Eli, Helena, Luca, Edgar, Vera, Norton and Fiona if thats alright with you :DDD

warnings? kinda suggestive, crack fic, cussing

mod toby and mod bread helped me do this fic, its a bit all over the place but it was fun so no regrets

Eli Clark

I feel like being roommates with eli would be pretty pleasant

everything would be clean all the time

he’s the type of kid that everyone wants on their team because of how good he is at everything

so if you scored a roomie like him, you got super lucky

if you left a mess he wouldn’t get mad, he would probably just clean it up himself and leave a sticky note that said to clean up ur mess next time(but not like, passive aggressively)

ofc you would clean up after the cute sticky note, bc who can say no to this bb? 

If you don’t clean up tho, brooke rose will probably shit on your hair when u sleep

tbh you’ve always wondered what eli looked like without his eye mask

so one time when Eli was sleeping, you went next to his bed to try and take his eye mask off and see what he looks like.

You took off the mask and found out it was a dummy 

a few seconds later you heard footsteps and you turned around

Eli came up behind you and knocked you out with a bat

you two don’t speak of that day.

Brooke kept screeching last night, and you got no sleep at all, so I guess we’re having chicken for dinner 

Unless you had a good reason, then eli and brooke prob won’t mind cleaning up after u

I can imagine you going back to your shared room in the manor after a rough match and seeing eli just sweeping the room in an apron and a cloth covering his hair looking like cinderella

“Honey, I’m home!”

basically if you lived with eli, you basically had a husband/mom/wife???

If you came back to the manor, beaten up and bruised from the last match he would prob pester you and nag you

while cleaning up you wounds he would prob say, “You have to be more careful, im always worrying. You’re gonna give your mom a heart attack!”

seriously tho, don’t worry this bb, he would actually have a heart attack

Helena Adams

i think living with helena would probably feel like some sort of kdrama

she might be a bit clumsy and trip over a few things, falling into your arms bc of her blindness

though she might be doing it on purpose

If you moved things in the room without telling her, she would probably get mad

for example, you move the sofa chair a little bit to the right bc you thought it looked better

helena walks in the room, sits down on the sofa chair and ends up accidentally sitting on the sofa chair arm rest instead

resulting in her bottom hurting and a very long talk with you

she got her revenge weeks later

she had asked you to check under her bed for monsters because she couldn’t do it herself

you were teasing her for still being afraid of monsters but looked underneath anyways

low and behold, 

she put a mirror there.

will even wack you with her cane if you’re being annoying

Her cane is pretty affective in shutting you up lol only sometimes

“Hey Helena, are you braille? ‘cause i can read you like a book when i touch yo-” *wack* *moans*

helena: ...

you: ...

helena: ...im leaving

you: heleNA WAIT-

One time everyone at the manor was celebrating Helena’s birthday with a piñata, 2 seconds later she was beating the shit out of Luca with her cane

even after everyone’s been yelling that he wasn’t the piñata

One time you and Helena had a staring contest because you were both bored.

She won.

sometimes to get her close to you, you would sit on the sofa chair super quietly and still

And then you’d wait for her to come and sit on your lap thinking it was the chair

and it would work 

she would probably sit on your lap for a few minutes, confused as to why the chair felt elevated

and then she would feel your arms snake around her waist

and she would- “whAT THE FUCK- SCREEEEEEE”

she would probably make a cute bird noise and then just sit there, not knowing if she should leave or not

in her head, “THEIR LAP IS SO WARM OH MY GOD WHY DIDN’T THIS HAPPEN SOONER”

in real life, “let go of me you pathetic mortal”

you’d beg her to stay on ur lap longer and she would cave in

but she didn’t stay because she liked you! baka

Luca Balsa

living with luca will probably be the opposite of eli’s

messes, everywhere

inventions, everywhere

at one point though you had a sneaking suspicion he might be a bunch of rats.

 you saw him outside crouching beside you guys’ room with a bunch of rats coming out his sleeve and running into a crack in the building

“its for science!”

he’s also super scared of helena

Luca doesn’t like to admit it, but he got his purple eye from Helena after he made a bad pick-up line for the blind. 

She’s been chanting “one of us” and threatening to “finish the job” ever since.

he’s basically a big baby that needs to be taken care of

i feel like he might break down sometimes from not doing his invention right, or feeling insecure

but i guess his rats are there to help

but since he had a roomie, he wouldn’t be able to cry on his own

and its a good thing because he doesnt have to do everything by himself anymore

he learns to ask for help when living with you

you’d help him through his episodes and he would slowly start to become more reliant on you

if he was feeling a bit moody, he would unconsciously try to find you to cuddle with

if you lived with him, you’d probably have to be very responsible

luca would have his own bed that he would never sleep in because he wouldn’t be able to sleep without you in his arms

everytime he shifts in bed, you’d feel a tiny shock

it kinda bothered you so

you pranked Luca by touching him with those zappy ring things you’d get from a dollar store.

You just wanted that mother fucker to get a taste of his own medicine

he would basically be a puppy that follow you around, he would constantly old your head

probably refers to you as his

like if you downed a shot that barmaid made for you, he would be like, “EYYYY THATS MY BABy-heurghrhgh”

now you have a drunk baby that you have to take care of

You tried giving luca a shower afterwards, now you know how it feels getting electrocuted.

And trust me, Luca and water do not mix.

good luck have fun

Edgar Valden

living with edgar would consist of 

1. edgar being super specific of what was his and what you can’t touch

2. big tsundere baby

3. sketches of you hiding in his sketch book

if you lived with edgar, you’d have to be super patient with his nagging or else you’d have to find a new roomie

he’s constantly nagging you

but if you are tired of it and give him the silent treatment, he’d probably just nag you even more for attention

you need to give this man attention or else

you ignored him for a whole day once because he said something mean

he decided to give you some milk and cookies as an apology

the ‘milk’ was his muddy paint water and the cookies were expired

i feel like one day you two would be arguing about who moved his stuff, your argument being he unconsciously moved his stuff, his argument being you moved his stuff

you guys were so heated up you didn’t notice how close you two were getting

edgar ended up pouncing on you like a feral dog

though when you woke up, you both agreed that you ended up winning the argument

when you’re reading or just doing nothing, he’d ask to sketch you or paint you

i-its not because he thinks you’re beautiful or anything

its just because he thinks that your whole self is aesthetically pleasing and pleasing to the eye- but not because he thinks you’re pretty!

sometimes when he was super focused on his art, he wouldn’t notice your figure slowly approach him

you’d boop his nose and watch as he froze

wh- hoW DARE YOU LAY YOUR HANDS ON A VALDEN

secretly tho, he really loves it when you do that.

like

do it more

please or not whatever

Vera Nair

Vera would probably be a bit anxious when she heard she was gonna get a roomie

but she would do her best to be at her best behaviour

she’s very well mannered and is very polite

she’d kinda be the type to silently care for you

like, she’d notice the little things that bothered you and made sure they wouldn’t bother you ever again

like, if you stubbed your toe alot, she would give everything that you could stub your toe with, rubber covers or socks

but she wouldn’t tell you it was her even though it was obviously her

if you fell asleep on your desk instead of your bed, she would probably but a blanket on ur shoulders and a pillow underneath where you left your head

she’s the thoughtful type

before you went for matches, she’d give you a cheek kiss for good luck

and if you did the same, she would probably play it cool but then panic a second later.

theykissedmetheykissedmetheykissedme-

im sorry this is short idk what to do for her-

Norton Campbell

oh BOY

once norton starts to warm up to you, you guys are basically married

like there was no proposal, just “do you take this man to be your husband- you can’t say no”

he would probably take care of you alot

even when you didn’t need it

i can do it mysel- no

but actually, before he warmed up to you he was pretty cold, 

he felt himself growing feelings for you

and he didn’t want to because he was afraid he would lose you and he would have to go through the heartbreak of losing someone all over again

he would leave the room to go hang out somewhere else

he would keep his distance and not talk with you much

but there was this one time where you woke up with him around you, you just pretended you didn’t wake up and relished in the feeling

it took some time, but eventually he warmed up to you

though he still constantly worries about you, he doesn’t want you to get hurt

during matches he would always take hits for you, and just stay closer to you in general

he wanted to make sure you got back to the manor safely, it didn’t matter if he was sent back via rocket chair

he always put you as his #1 priority

he also gets jealous super easily, he’s scared someone will swoop you away from him

so to make sure everyone knows that you belong to him, he’d give you his clothes to wear

not only do his clothes look adorable on you, everyone will know that you’re his

probably pester you a lot if you tripped or got a paper cut

“yoU COULD HAVE DIED” “IT WAS A PAPER CUT”

Once, Norton got stuck to the fridge like a magnet for 5 hours

He’s been using that as an excuse to force you to bring him his snacks every since.

pick up lines are a definite yes

sometimes you’d be shitting and you’d hear outside the bathroom door a faint,

“My love for you is like Diarrhea.” “norton what the fuck im shitting-” “i just can’t hold it in” cue camera zooming in on his face and him smirking into the camera “OH MY GOD WHY”

like Luca, his bed is useless. he always needs you in his arms when sleeping, he wants to protect you and just feel you closer to him

puts him at ease

kisses? hell yes.

if you had to go to a match without him he would send you off with a ton of gross wet kisses on your face ew

He might even try to seduce you into staying

“norton I’m gonna lose morality points!” “fuck your morality points, i wanna smash”

Fiona Gilman

I feel like fiona would probably super psyched when she heard about sharing rooms with you

I headcanon her to be super bubbly and social but when she is alone with her thoughts she’d probably regret everything 

“why did i say that why did i say that why did i say that-”

probably prays to god, “please kill me”

she tries her best to make sure you’re comfortable

she doesnt make a big mess and she makes sure she cleans up after herself, overall a pretty cool roommate

except for those times for when she tries to babtize you while you’re showering-

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING” “THE LORD SHALL CLEANSE YOUR SOUL WITH HOLY WATER-” “what the f- iS THIS ALCOHOL???”

this has happened too many times^^^

one time she accidentally created an ultra portal in the toilet. 

Y’all still have no idea where it leads, and no intent of finding out. 

Although, Kreacher has been complaining of some nasty stuff appearing in his room

i feel like during matches she would always call you with her portals to say hi or just give you a small kiss

it stopped being cute when she went through the portal and ended up seeing the hunter instead of you

mentally scarred from that

sometimes things would disappear in your shared room too, not only the toilet

you’re convinced she has a bunch of hidden portals in the room

like, one time you dropped a pencil and it went through the ground.

you never saw it again

Or you know that missing sock?

Portaled.

i dont know what this turned into

[littlemisslipbalm]

“you get me” (famous!y/n x harry)

Famous!y/n x Harry Styles

First Harry fic so please be kind, but feedback is SUPER appreciated

Initially inspired by the picture of Harry leaving the Gucci store with 15 bags but barely has anything to do with that lol

Definitely thought of Ellen for the interview idk why tho - also I struggle with writing Harry’s dialogue because I really want to get it right, but hopefully the more practice I get, the better/more natural it will sound. ALSO i have like no music or music industry background lol. Somewhat proofread, but its 2:30 am so it could be shit

Fluff!

Warnings: maybe some angst over being famous per say, past loneliness

Word Count: 3.7k literally howwww, i’m going to do a pt. 2 though because it was kind of a long set up and feelingsssss

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Interviewer: Please, welcome our next guest, a woman who’s sure to have her name written up beside the music greats someday, Ms. Y/N L/N!

You can’t contain the grin that spreads to your face as you carry yourself out onto the stage and see the audience cheering for you. It was your third big interview since your first album had been released and you’d seen your fame skyrocket over night. This being the third one this week meant you’d gotten comfortable getting asked questions, but you also weren’t bored of it yet. It was exhilarating being the center of attention, especially for something that had been your life’s work up until this point. You always had to fight for whatever you got and the recognition you were starting to have was reassurance that you hadn’t been a fool to risk a safe and certain life for your dreams.

The interview begins as the rest had, a few pleasantries, how you were feeling, and then the introduction of the album. The host asked you what your inspiration was for some of the songs and the album name and cover. You loved to talk about the music, it was the whole reason you were there. The meaning, the sound, the name, it all meant so much to you and you talked about how music can be interpreted differently by everyone and even the shifts in someone’s mood can change a song’s meaning, but what it meant to you at the time of writing was always something specific. You practiced those answers in the mirror before the interviews because they were important to you and you didn’t want your words on your art to ever be misconstrued. The host then complimented your style and you were at the point where you thought your interview should be wrapping up when they asked you one more question, and it threw you for a loop.

Interviewer: So Y/N, we’ve been hearing some rumblings around, about you and another famous musician, Mr. Harry Styles. Anything going on there?

Your face heated up, you hadn’t been expecting a personal question about possible relationships. Nothing like this had been asked of you at your previous interviews. It’s about the music, the art, and who you were, it’s always about that and nothing more. To be honest, you were a bit annoyed the host had chosen to stray from those topics. You didn’t care for the celebrity side of being a famous musician, the lack of privacy, the prying eyes of media and the general public. They saw enough of you through your art, you bore your soul through music why did they want to peak into your heart as well?

Y/N: I don’t know if I’d rather be with Harry Styles or actually be Harry Styles. Like, he’s literally such an icon, I want to be able to walk out of a Gucci store after spending hours there with 15 bags full of my purchases and helpers to carry it all out c’mon… He’s also an amazing songwriter, musician, and performer, of course. Didn’t mean to sound superficial, but I’d also love to own even half of his closet.

You hadn’t really answered the question, but the audience laughed and the host obviously got the hint that you weren’t interested in fanning any flames of romance with Harry Styles or anyone else. For one, you didn’t even know the man, but you had always been a loving fan of his. You cited him as one of your role models when you were first starting to try and break into the music world. Second, if you did know him, that wouldn’t be an appropriate topic for your album press junket going on, even if it meant more publicity because of Harry’s big celebrity status. The host decided to qualify their original question with a final sentiment.

Interviewer: I totally feel the same way! I only ask because the outpouring of support you’ve received seems to be from similar groups who also follow Harry. Many have been comparing your sound to his solo career work.

Y/N: Ah...well that’s very kind of people to say. He’s definitely a big inspiration, his creativity and drive is incredible. I’d love to be as successful as him someday.

The interview ended. You and the host shook hands and you waved and sent kisses to the crowd before retreating backstage. You were exhausted, but happy. You hoped to avoid anymore stressful interview questions that didn’t truly revolve around music. Of course, life is never that simple.

-

One month later

You had done countless more interviews and talk shows as promo for your album and the buzz around it had continued to grow. Your fame continued to rise as well and that one question you had dodged at your third interview had come back around to bite you, naturally. Daily Mail’s dumb headline read: “Y/N can’t decide! Date Harry Styles or Steal His Closet?” The Sun was also running with your response and miscontruing it completely, something about how you were madly in love with Harry but jealous of his designer partnerships, you couldn’t even stomach reading the garbage. This was your worst nightmare. Not only was it taking away the focus from your album, but you were also sure this dumb gossip had reached the very set of ears that the gossip was allegedly also about.

You had signed with Columbia Records for your first album, the same record label as Harry Styles, so managers had been in contact with one another about the whole fiasco trying to get the actual truth - which was that the two of you didn’t even know each other and there were no problems whatsoever. Your manager also brought along the good news that Harry had actually listened to your album and loved it, “He said ‘Congratulations’ by the way, loved the sound. Said he’d heard you were very music focused and be open to do some mentoring on songwriting and vocal specifics, if you wanted. It’d have to be in private though, obviously.” She had added the last bit, but you understood why. To have the opportunity to discuss your music with one of your longtime role models, heroes even, was beyond anything you could have imagined coming from your album’s success. And it made the drama all the more palatable because now you at least got to talk to Harry like the media was so adamantly saying you were doing already.

You nodded quickly and agreed, while trying to keep your teenage fangirl excitement hidden below your mature now-famous musician facade. Like you said, Harry was your hero, he’d been your hero since you were in middle school and had Up All Night downloaded on your iPod touch, blasting it as loud as possible, sound hitting your poster-filled walls. You weren’t the same girl as you were then, obviously, you had grown up to be a strong, independent, and confident woman. But, you still smiled at the thought of your younger self with your baby face squealing in the nosebleeds at the Take Me Home Tour (where you swore Harry had looked straight at you) and her seeing you now, dressed in a sleek outfit setting up an appointment to meet with Harry to discuss your first album, a success.

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The next Thursday evening

You took a deep breath, in through your nose and out through your pursed lips. You were anxious and excited at the exact same time. Your meeting with Harry was tonight, right now actually, and you hadn’t been able to think about much else since your manager had confirmed the meeting last week. She got you the details a couple of days ago, the location: his house in Malibu, the time: 5:45 P.M. You had brought along a copy of your album on vinyl because you thought it sounded best this way, second only to performing it live.

Choosing your outfit for tonight was probably the toughest decision you’d ever made, harder than choosing between an education and following your dreams, harder than choosing your favorite Beatles song. You didn’t want to worry so much, this wasn’t a date you kept reminding yourself, but everything you tried on earlier kept having something wrong with it, too dressy, too boring, too ‘not yourself’. You had settled for these blue high-waisted pants that you’d worn to your first ever podcast interview, a thin black long sleeve, and a brown leather coat that fell below your hips with vans sneakers, casual, simple, yet still true to you and your vibe.

You raised your free arm and formed a fist, hesitant to knock, as if you’d damage Harry’s seemingly perfect Malibu beachfront home by knocking too hard on the wooden front door. You waited a few moments and could here some shuffling behind the door, some incoherent words were seemingly said, but the walls muffled them before they could reach for ears. Soon enough, Harry Styles in the flesh was before you. He beamed down at you, huffing, slightly out of breath as if he had been clear across the house when you knocked. His strong figure towered above your far smaller stature. He was hanging onto the door since he had opened it only slightly. “Hello, Y/N?” he greeted and questioned simultaneously. “Hi,” you responded and extended the same hand that had just rapped against his now open door. He gripped it, ushering you into his home, “Come in, come in, it’s nice to meet you, don’t want you to catch a cold now do we?” He took note of your strong handshake and ring clad fingers.

He walked you into an area between the kitchen and a sitting area. The kitchen was open aside from a bar high top between the two rooms. You sat down at his prompting and made yourself comfortable. “I brought my record on vinyl, sounds best in my opinion, otherwise I’d recommend seeing it live,” you laughed as you handed the vinyl to him and took off your coat. “Technically, y’know, I could hear it live right now, if you were willin’ f’course,” Harry had responded over his shoulder as he placed the vinyl by his idle record player, “Anything to drink?” “Just water for me, please.” His accent was even stronger in person, especially since he had moved back to London and seldomly stayed in California, except for business and quick trips. As far as you knew, he had already been here on business for the week and was able to pencil you in.

You two settled in, with your waters, seated at the bar top beside each other, but swivelling the chairs to face one another more. Again, you were overwhelmed with the reality of the situation, sitting beside Harry Styles as professionals, peers even. He had heard your work and liked it enough to want to discuss it with you. It was a day you never thought would come to pass. He started off not by asking about the music right away, but about how you were doing with the whirlwind that stardom is. “How are you, Y/N? It’s been somewhat of a out of the frying pan into the fire kind of moment for you?” He stared at you intently, caring to hear your answer.

You couldn’t help but chuckle again and contain your smile, “Thank you for asking, Harry. Yeah, its been definitely stressful, but it’s everything I’ve ever wanted and more so the good is still outweighing any bad. Definitely, fucking exhausted though, dunno how many more interviews I can do before my jaw goes completely rigid from talking so much.” It’s Harry’s turn to laugh, his eyes shone with intrigue at what you said and how you said it. You were gorgeous, but it was how your hands helped you through what you were trying to say and the small laughs you tried to keep in while you amused yourself with your words that really made him want to hear you talk all night long.

He agreed about how the promo junket for an album can get tedious and tiresome, but also the absolute fulfillment you get from people loving the music you’ve made. The two of you chatted about surface level personal matters for a little more, but quickly moved to the music. “I took a listen a couple weeks after the album was released. I especially loved the last track. It reminded me so much of a song I never released, actually…” he trailed off.

Your final track had been a ballad, an homage to George Harrison with your use of guitar and sitar, but the lyrics were a story based off of a poem you had written one night in high school. It surrounded a girl never feeling quite good enough for the person she wanted to be with and how it happened everytime, everytime she was ready to giver herself to someone, they were always closed off. Of course it held some truth to your own life and feelings, but you wrote this girl as someone with a seemingly perfect life - when yours was obviously far from any semblance of perfection.

You wondered what Harry’s song would have sounded like, had it been about a seemingly perfect girl or a guy with a seemingly perfect life, always giving himself to the wrong person and getting destroyed by that very fact because he was impatient as the girl in your song had been. “Can I ask, how so? How’d it remind you of your own song, the words or the music?” “Oh, the story, I felt like that for a time in my life and I like to be vulnerable in my songs because it helps me process, but listening to it back has always been too painful. Could never release that or perform it, it’d wreck me.” You nodded, you completely got where he was coming from. You noticed his downcast eyes and his somber tone, you knew not to push it any further.

It was quiet and you decided it’d be okay to take his hand resting between the two of you. “Harry, I understand,” your sincerity spilled into the words, filling the quiet house, “It’s not easy. Feeling that way. Thinking you’re the only goddamn one and why the fuck does it always happen to you? I used to ask my ceiling ‘why me?’ every night of high school” you smiled then. “But you know how it is,” you rubbed your thumb over his large warm hand and he lifted his head, “it gets so much better - c’mon look at us now! It can get hard, too, all this, I’m sure. But our lives? They’re amazing!” He beamed as he had when he had first seen you at his door and when you’d first really spoke. He moved his hand from under your palm to weave your fingers with his, both of your hands with covered in rings and they clinked to fit together, finally resting perfectly fitted. He shook your two hands up and down, “God, you’re so right! That damn song, m’sorry always puts me in a mood,” he shakes his head, “not yours though, f’course, s’lovely, better than my sodding song” he finishes quickly.

After that, the mood lightened right back up. It filled you with such appreciation for Harry that he would trust you so much with such a personal detail since you two had just met. But maybe, he had trusted you because he had felt that same spark between you. It wasn’t necessarily a romantic spark, but it was obvious the two of you were kindred spirits. Besides your album, the two of you talked about everything. You loved the same bands, movies and books, you both loved to cook and had similar fashion taste, you even had the same person type - something you found out late into the night.

At the end of the Side B of your album, Harry switched to a Bill Evans record that had ‘Peace Piece’ on it. You loved that song. So did he. “So...planning to raid my closet?” Harry raised his brows from the record player and walked back to you. You almost sputtered the water in your mouth. Luckily, you got it down. “Pardon?” “All that bad press the two of us have been getting...I watched the interview that kind of ignited the tabloids. You’re obviously not used to those overstepping personal questions.” You nodded. “It’s fine, even if you’d completely shut it down, the tabloids probably would have picked it up still, they snap up anything and everything, true or not.” You softened at his reassurance. You hadn’t expected Harry to bring the interview up, but you were sure he wasn’t happy about it, he was so private, especially about his love life. “Thanks, I’m sorry I tried to laugh it off, kind of made it worse, didn’t I?” “No! Thought it was hilarious and I totally appreciated the sentiment. Little ol’me, an icon? And an amazing artist? All I gotta do is watch that clip and I’ve fed my narcissistic side for the week!” You giggled and replied slyly, “So does that mean I can raid your closet? As compensation, of course.” Harry threw his head back in an all consuming laughter, when he’d composed himself he looked in your eyes again and said, “You just...God, you get me.”

Harry had continued to put records on throughout the night, diligently flipping sides and asking for requests, he of course had an extensive collection. The two of you had moved onto his plush couch that looked out his french doors to the beautiful ocean view. Finally, your exhaustion caught up to you, mid-Harry describing his latest travel fiasco, you glanced up at the clock. You gasped. Harry stopped. “When did it get to be half 12?” you questioned almost incredulously, “I’ve gotta get home, Harry, but this has been truly amazing, more than I could have asked for, so thank you.” Your speech began to rush as you started to get up and gather your things, that had slowly scattered as you’d gotten more comfortable, jacket by the table, shoes around the back of the couch, your phone forgotten somewhere in the couch. You couldn’t believe you’d spent almost seven hours just talking with Harry Styles.

Harry quickly stood up from his relaxed positioned on the couch and asked if you were alright to drive this late. You scoffed, “Oh please, I’ve driven around at 3 am before, I just have to turn up the music and I can cruise.” He smiled, “This was great, Y/N, I know we didn’t really go super in depth into your writing process, but I’d love to write with you sometime or just hang out again f’course. Your seriously talented and obviously a wonderful person.” He didn’t include that he felt like he’d never met anyone like you, never met someone so perfectly matched to himself, in passions but also in work ethic and demeanor - compassionate yet confident. He felt like you got him perfectly and he got you. You had stopped your scramble to gather yourself and now you were both smiling at one another.

This had really been an unforgettable night, you couldn’t believe how well you two had meshed, like childhood friends reconnecting after years apart. “Can I give yeh a hug before you go?” Harry’s voice had grown raspier as the night had progressed. He had grown rather tired an hour ago, but had pushed through because they had been having so much fun and you hadn’t noticed his physical fading or the time, obviously. You stepped toward him and his large tattooed arms enveloped you into his body. His body truly dwarfed yours now as he held you to his chest. You both were warm and soft. He tucked his head on top of yours that rested on his chest. Your arms were loosely resting where his back met his waist because you would have had to strain to get them to encircle him. His arms rested around your small frame. “Love your jacket,” he mumbled into your hair. His rough voice was quiet, but the house was silent otherwise, Tusk Side C had finished around when you had noticed the time. The embrace lasted long, but it felt so amazing you had a hard time pulling yourself away, but you had to get back home.

“G’night Harry” you said softly at the threshold of his home. He had insisted on walking you to the front door at least, since you had declined his offer to walk you out to your car on the street. “G’night. Safe travels.”

You got in your car and headed to your apartment in the city. You didn’t bother digging for your phone so you turned on the radio and drove home singing whatever came on, including your own song at one point. The whole time you drove with a grin. Harry was the nicest person you’d ever met and you were confident that the two of you were friends now. As you pulled into your parking garage it dawned on you why you hadn’t connected your phone immediately when you got in your car. “Stupid, stupid, stupid,” you put the car in park and rested your palms in the depressions of your eyesockets, over your closed eyelids, and rubbed hard. “Fuck!” It was far too late to drive back out to Malibu for your phone and you obviously couldn’t text Harry that you’d left your phone at his place, despite the two of you exchanging numbers during the night for future hang outs, so they didn’t have to be arranged through your managers, like playdates. Even if he found your phone between the cushions, he couldn’t drop it at your place in the morning because he didn’t know your address. This was a whole mess, you thought. You’d have to drive over in the morning and hope he was still there or email your manager from your computer. The former meant you got to see Harry sooner and likely your phone, too.

part 2

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@berrynarrybanana​

[feelingisshit]

Don’t Know Me - Stan Uris x Reader

Warnings - swearing, sexual mentions, victor and belch, this is my first time writing for IT

Stan and I had never really got along, it wasn’t like we always hated each other but we really never clicked as I did with the rest of the losers. We just never really had anything in common except our friends which obviously wasn’t enough because those friends started to become what was pushing us even farther apart. A snide remark from Richie here and there and then the rest of the group opting to believe Stan more often than not put more tension on our relationship and soon enough both of us did hate each other. 

“God, why do you have to correct everything I say? You’re such a fucking know-it-all Stanley!” Stan scoffed and rolled his eyes so aggressively that I thought maybe they’d fall out of his damn head. “All you do is try to take control of everything I do or say! And you know what else Stan?” I ask, moving towards him and poking a finger into his chest. “What? What nonsense do you have to say this time (y/n)? Really I’d love to know!” this makes me fume and if we were in a cartoon you’d most likely see smoke shoot out of my ears. “That! That’s what else Stan! You act like I’m so ignorant when really I get the same grades if not better than you do. Just because I don’t like to use my free time to study new things like you and Ben do doesn’t mean I’m an idiot!” I stomp and all the losers shrink back away from us.

I look over at them and my eyes immediately when I see that Eddie and Ben are visibly worried. I turn back to Stan who’s looking down on me with an expression I can’t quite read. I sigh heavily before grabbing my bag off the dirt-covered planks of the clubhouse and heading to the ladder up. “W-Where are you y-y-you go-going (y/n)?” Bill stutters out and I shoot Stan a glare before looking back at Bill. “I need a breather so I’m going back into town, probably home. If you guys want to hang out again later that’s fine by me.” I say before taking the ladder back up to the surface and walking back towards town to get ice cream.

“Why? Why the fuck does he hate me so much?” I cried, leaning over my ice cream. God Stan pisses me off to no end but at least I’m really the only one who he treats this way. At least he’s nice to the rest of the losers. “He’d be so pretty if he wasn’t scowling all the time…” I say to myself before finishing my ice cream. As I finish my cone and start to get up I get pushed back down onto the curb. I look up and see the two remaining boys of Bowers’ gang above me with hesitant smiles and shifting eyes. They look down on me with much more venom than I’ve ever seen in Stan’s eyes when he looks at me. “What are you doing all alone on the pavement? Your group of fuck buddies tired of you already? Ya get too used for their liking?” Victor spat at me and I let out a laugh without thinking. He grabbed me by my top and pulled me closer to him, so close that I could smell the liquor he had been drinking. The scent hit my nose so hard that I didn’t get to hear what he had said before he slapped me, threw me to the pavement, kicked me in the side a few times, then ran for the hills with Belch following closely behind.

“Are you alright (y/n)?” I didn’t get to register who had said that to me before I started crying again. Whoever had come to check on me just sat beside me quietly listening and rubbing a hand over my back to help soothe me. While I cried I let everything go to this stranger, I told them about practically everything that had been bothering me. Like part of the traumatic events of earlier that summer and how much Stan being a major dickhead was affecting me. All they did was rub their hand up and down my back and before I had realized it, the sun was already almost set and I would need to be home soon for dinner.  I quickly got up, wiped my eyes, gathered my belongings, and shouted a quick thanks before running off in the direction of my home without thinking to take a quick look back.

The next few times the losers club hung out Stan was fairly silent, opting to read a book instead of listening to mostly just Eddie and Richie bickering. The fourth hangout all Stan could seem to do was stare at me over the edge of his big book of birds. Yet, every time I locked eyes with him he looked away quickly, acting as if he hadn’t just been peering at me for at least fifteen minutes straight. That was about all I could stand to let him stare me down while I was trying to have a conversation with Ben and Beverly. “Why is he staring at you like that? Did something happen after you went to take a breather?” Bev questioned and Ben shuddered from the memory of how angry I had gotten. “I have no fucking clue to be completely honest with you. I really wish I did know what was going on in that pretty head of his…” I said without really thinking too much and both Ben and Bev did a double-take after I had said it. I regretted my words as soon as they had absentmindedly come out of my mouth and I laid my head in my hands, thankful that Stan was sitting on the other side of the clubhouse from us.  

“(y/n)? What was that? I didn’t quite hear you.” Bev teased and Ben pushed her a bit but all she did was laugh and then lean onto Ben’s shoulder to listen to what I’ll have to say. “Seriously tho, Bev’s teasing aside, I never thought I’d hear you say something like that about one of us and especially not Stan.” I groan and lift my head to look around. Everyone was still caught up in their conversations to pay us any mind. The only person who even thought to give us attention was still just Stan. When I caught his eyes with mine he didn’t look away immediately like he had before, like he somehow knew we were talking about him. I wave my hand awkwardly and he simply nods back at me and then looks back down to keep reading his big bird book.

I leaned forward towards the two so that hopefully only they could hear me. “Yeah…” I sighed and shook my head “I think Stan is cute but that doesn’t change the fact that we still basically hate each other.” Ben nodded thoughtfully with a hand to his chin. Bev butts in, “I don’t know, I think something has changed. He’s never kept his distance like this.” She stated plainly, leaning back against the wooden post with her hands laced behind her head. “He usually just sits with everyone and then argues with you if you bring something up. Are you sure nothing happened between you two after you had left?” She asks closing her eyes to rest them, a soft smile resting on her lips.

“I mean yeah i’m sure, unless you guys sent him after me. Someone, I didn't get to see who, checked up on me after I got pushed around a bit by Victor and Belch outside the ice cream shop.” She coughed and sat straight up looking at me with wide eyes, trying to catch her breath. “Victor and Belch got to you and you didn’t think to mention it to any of us?!” Bev shouted which quickly gained the rest of the boys’ attention. The only eyes that didn't look up at Bev were Stan’s. In fact, he actually shrank even further into his book if that were even possible. I tried to wave everyone’s attention off but none of them even started to look away until I had proved that I was fine other than a few bruises. After they had all finally gone back to their prior conversations I told Ben and Bev what I had ended up saying to whoever was kind enough to comfort one of the loser kids. Ben and Bev exchanged looks but neither of them seemed to want to make an effort to express what they were thinking.

The next time we all got together again was at Bill’s place for a sleepover. And by then whatever remorse Stan had for me had passed because he was back to being obnoxious as usual, correcting my grammar, and whatever else he thought I was wrong about. “Ya know what Stan?” I finally spit out after he had corrected my grammar for maybe the twelfth time already that night. Everyone looked nervously between the two of us, scared that a screaming match would start soon. Stan cocked an eyebrow at me and my eye twitched before I started to answer, “Stan, I have no idea why you had mercy on me for a few days and I have absolutely no clue what crawled up your fucking ass and died that put you in a shit mood but I really don’t want to be in a bad mood tonight. Do you think you could at least be a little nicer to me for your friends so you don’t fuck up their time?” I was exhausted already and we had only been at Bill’s for maybe an hour. “Honestly I might just head to bed now so Stan plays nice since he only ever seems to really be upset with me. Or maybe I’ll just head home even so I’m not even in the same house to be upset with. Oh, and Stan?” He tilted his head questioningly. “Maybe get to know a girl a bit more before you hate her cause honestly you don’t even really know me.” I breathed and gathered my belongings. I tried to leave too but Bill was one step ahead of me.

“P-please do-don’t leave (y/n). You can go l-lay down in-in my room if y-you need a bre-breather.” I nod and smile softly, “Thanks Billy.” I say before setting my bag back down on the floor by the couch and heading up to Bill’s room for a break from the chaos. After a few minutes of getting to lay in silence and stare at the ceiling a knock sounded at Bill’s bedroom door. “Come in,” I say, half expecting Ben, Bev, or Eddie to be the one at the door but when I look over at the door after it had opened I see Stan standing there awkwardly in the frame of the door. “I said you could come in Stan, I don’t know why you’re up here but believe me you’re welcome to come in none the less.” I say looking back up at the ceiling. I hear the floorboards creak and feel the bed dip beside me. I hear Stan mumble something and I sigh and sit up on the bed. “I couldn’t hear what you said, you’re mumbling.” I state, looking straight at Stan whose face is red and his golden brown eyes are shifting quite a lot. “I’m sorry, okay!” he suddenly shouted and it startled me since he doesn’t usually get very loud.

“What?” I say more out of confusion than anything else and Stan stands and starts to head towards the door. I jump up and grab at his wrist to stop him. “I didn’t come in here to fight you, I’m sorry. I’ll try to leave you be from now on. That’s all I came to say.” he rubs the back of his neck with his free hand nervously. “You sure? It sorta seems like there’s more you want to say.” I ask and he sighs, “I was the person who was with you after Victor and Belch got to you  and I didn’t realize how much what i said actually affected you. So, I’m sorry for everything I’ve said to or about you.” He apologizes with a red face and I chuckle lightly. “I’m sorry too Stan, I haven’t been all that honest with you either.” He tilts his head in confusion and I shake my head and continue, “I don’t hate you Stan, I honestly wish I did after everything you’ve done and said to me to piss me off over the years. Really I,” I pause, taking a deep breath before I admit this to him. 

“I  honestly think you’re pretty cute, handsome, pretty, whatever word you’d prefer.” I manage to spit out with a heated face and this time not from anger but from slight embarrassment of admitting something I’ve only told Bev and Ben. He just stands there staring at me in awe or shock, I couldn’t quite tell which. I place a hand on his shoulder and pull him down to my level. I place a soft kiss on his cheek before starting to head back to the group sitting in Bill’s living room. “I guess you do know me huh Stan Uris?” I whisper to myself before walking into the living room and sitting down among the other losers.

[em0avacado]

They say

( Coco Cruz x Reader )

a/n : this is how i cope, don’t mind me, i’m just breaking my own heart.

trigger warnings : none i don’t think? except heart break, sadness. ends happy tho. i think. maybe.

word count : 2.4k

They say that, if you love something, let it go. If it comes back, it was meant to be, if it doesn’t? well you just couldn’t accept that. You’d poured every ounce of yourself into him, you’d told him all your fears, all your pet peeves, all your insecurities, because you trusted him. You’d accepted all his weird quirks, all the strange habits he had that you looked past, youd accepted him for who he was, as you do when you love someone as much as you loved him. You supported him, mentally and physically, from up close and from far away. You encouraged him, reminded him of little things he easily forgot, you told him every day how proud you were of him, how loved and appreciated he was.

He used to do the same for you, used to. But at some point, he began holding back, he stopped doing things he started doing to win you over. You used to have a list of pet names hed call you when he babied you, now it was just ‘baby’ if he was in a good mood, or [Y/N]. You noticed it as soon as it started, you noticed everything. You knew he was stressed so you didn’t want to push it, but you also know that “stressed” was a norm for Coco, so you couldn’t wrap your head around it entirely. He started coming home later, crashing on the couch in hopes of “not disturbing your sleep.” it sounded like an excuse to you, and it hurt. it really fucking hurt you.

At some point, you’d had enough of your boyfriend distancing himself like that, ignoring your feelings, ditching you when you needed him, you couldn’t live that way, you wouldn’t. So, when he came home, you’d waited up for him, sitting at the small kitchen table you both used to enjoy your breakfast on every Sunday, now it stood empty, with nothing but a stack of newspapers from the passing weeks piled on it. With a bit of liquid courage crashing against the rocks of ice as you swirled the brown liquid around in the cup, your eyes felt red with fire, and your cheeks were stained with few dried tears that rolled down your face as your mind came up with the worst possible results you could imagine, all to which, came true. With a jingle of his keys in the lock, you straightened your posture, looking at him.

“What’re you doing up?” he asked her, that same vacant look on his face.

“I wanted to talk”

“it can wait till morning.”

“it really can’t.” with that, she was met with utter annoyance, and an obnoxious scoff that made her blood boil.

“go on then.”

“you’ve distanced yourself, so hard. I barely see you. We don’t sleep in the same bed, I can’t remember the last time you touched me, hell, even looked at me like you used to. What’d I do?” that was your go to, blaming yourself. It’s how you dealt with the unexplained.

“Get off my ass, [Y/N].” He dismissed you, you watched as he pulled off his kutte, and settled into the couch. You kept your eyes on him, murder on your mind. God he irritated you, you wanted to take his neck between your hands and wring it. Maybe that’d breathe some sense into him, if you deprived him of oxygen a little. But you didn’t need another felony charge, you inhaled deeply, balling your fists, the sting of your nails digging into the palm of your hand bringing you back from picturing all the ways you’d brutally murder him, out of love, of course.

If you loved someone... you’d refrain from strangling them, you turned from the spot you stood, and headed into the bedroom. You did the breathing exercises your therapist had taught you, but they worked only slightly. You grabbed a duffel bag, and started shoving clothing into it, as much as you could, you pushed all the belongings you’d need the next few days, and zipped it up. Pulling on a hoodie, you tossed the bag over your shoulder, and headed out. You walked passed him without a word, when you went to grab your car keys, you did the only petty thing you’d let yourself, trying to be the better person, you hid every single key to everything you had, knowing how easily he lost keys, you’d help him, in your own favour, however.

You left, and you didn’t look back. You couldn’t. The mere thought of Coco made you tear up, and it didn’t help that every tiny thing made you think about the lost love that still caused your chest to feel like it was about to concave. This wasn’t natural, you hadn’t felt like this, you were the queen of bottling up emotions, and ignoring them so you didn’t feel the pain of anything. But as you lived and breathed, everything reminded you of him.

You were in the middle of a girls lunch date, it’d been weeks since your seen your girlfriends since you’ve been trying to isolate yourself trying to get over this man, in the midst of drinking mimosas on the balcony of one of those entirely too fancy restaurants, you were laughing at highschool memories of your best friend who would start fights in the halls because she was bored, it was then, when a roar of motorcycles sped past where you were sitting, and it threw you into a whirl wind of emotions.

“make sure you hold on tight, mamas. Wouldnt want you to fall off.” the smirk heard in Coco’s voice sent a chill down your spine, being too intimidated by any sort of physical contact, usually, you usually ease yourself into it, but with Coco? It was brash and sudden, he started the bike, and gave you maybe a millisecond to grab a hold on him.

A little squeal forced its way out of your mouth as you quickly grabbed onto him, gripping onto your own hands, clinging to him. You buried your face in his shoulder. You felt him chuckle, and wanted to knock him out right then and there, but perhaps that wasn’t the best idea. It took you a moment, but once you opened your eyes, and watched as buildings, cars, people, hills and piles of dirt passed you by, trees whipping by. You felt yourself calm, you felt at peace. The wind flipped through your locks of hair, his scent filling your senses.

“This isn’t that bad.” you heard yourself admit in a soft mumble, you shut your eyes and felt the wind attack your face, balancing your inner battles with yourself. You felt peace in Coco, he tamed your chaos, and you his. God, what you’d give to feel like this all the time, but you only felt it with him.

You felt your throat burn, your bottom lip lodged itself between your teeth, and you did your best to fight the rage that tinged your eyes with tears. Your friends saw this, noticing immediately, the emotion that washed over your face, paling your features and dimming a smile that brought them laughter that lasted for days. You’d always been the group clown, with the loudest laugh, the brightest smiles, you were the one they’d all turn to when they couldn’t hold themselves up. You were a force to be reckoned with, you fought their battles when they couldn’t even hold themselves up. You never failed to show up with booze and ice cream to heal broken hearts. You brought things that made you think of friends, you remembered the finest details and came through every time. You listened to the quietest ones, heard every story, laughed at the lamest jokes. Seeing you with tears streaming involuntarily down your face as you tried to hide it, wiping them as fast as they came, it broke their collective hearts. They looked at one another, an unspoken question “how do you skip to the part of the storm that sprouts the flowers when the rain stops?”

Your relationship with sleep was toxic, it came and went as it pleased, your eyes were sunken, it was three A.M. and you felt your thoughts running through your mind a million miles a minute. Your head in your hands as another memory floated to the surface.

Panic overwhelmed you, hearing something, or someone, rustling around the kitchen, you grabbed the gun you kept tucked under your mattress. You cocked it, and took the safety off, holding it out in front of you in a defensive position. You opened your creaking door, the noise working at your nerves as you creeped into the kitchen where the only thing that illuminated the dark room was the bulb from the old white fridge. You watched silently as the head ducked from inside the fridge, you found it peculiar, but all you saw was a figure in your home you didn’t know. Getting closer, you held the barrel of the gun to the head of the man that stood in your kitchen.

“Hands up, Foo. Before I blow your brains all over my backsplash.” You threatened, your voice tense, and you were met with laughter that was all too familiar. Furrowing your brows, you were still panicked, not thinking straight. You shifted the gun so the bullet that was about to fly, only ripped through his hair. The shot rang loud, causing Coco, who you didn’t know was Coco, to crash to the ground.

“Crazy bitch!” he shouted, you flicked on the light, still having the gun pointed at him. Your eyes widened quickly, the man on your floor was Coco, and now there was a bullet lodged into your ceiling. You could kiss your security deposit goodbye, fuck, and you just shot at Coco. You put the safety back on, and set it on your counter before going to help him. A few minutes passed before both of you sat in fits of laughter, him mocking your voice, your words.

Coco told you so many times that the night you nearly shot him in the head, was the night he fell for you entirely. Sure, he’d known you were the one way before that. That night, though, he knew he was in love with you. That night he swore he’d break past your barriers, he’d demolish how you saw yourself, he taught you to love you, he made you promises to show you love like no other, and to show you that you didn’t have to be afraid of either physical and emotional aspects of love. He did do exactly that, but then ripped it away from her. Leaving her heart with him, and her chest feeling heavy with nothing. Once again tears were brought to your eyes, you were thankful for his love, but without it? you wished you’d never had experienced it in the first place. Maybe you wouldn’t be hurting now.

You were brought out of your train of thought by the knocking on your door, furrowing your brows, you got up from your spot on the counter, where you were thinking of better times, you looked through the peephole and it felt like someone took a vacuum to your weak lungs. Coco. Struggling to breathe proper, you just intended on ignoring him, it was the first time in months youd seen him and you didn’t know if you could handle it. Your heart screamed at you to let him in, he looked beat up, tired, and one of his eyes was bandaged up, he looked broken. you wanted to embrace him, forget the distance, but your mind scolded you, reminding you of the progress youd made, bouncing back from the pain oh so slowly. This could set it all back. So you decided, you wouldn’t open the door. He’s a big boy. You silently turn on your heel, away from the door.

“I’m sorry.” you heard him rasp, and you froze in your spot, a deer caught in headlights. You couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. “I know you’re there, I know you’re awake and I know you know it’s me. You have your kitchen light on, so I saw you stand on your toes to look through the peephole because you’re too short.” you cursed his observant ways, how well he knew you, like he had quirk notes tattooed on the back of his hand and read them like a bible. “I’m sorry I didn’t notice when you left, that I was too deep in my own world to see how me fading away for my own selfish needs was hurting you. I’m sorry I made it seem like I didn’t care, that it hurt you, I’m sorry that I made promises and broke them. I started thinking about things I never knew I wanted until you marched your stubborn self in my life and gave me a taste of a love that changed me. It scared the fuck out of me.”

That familiar burn of emotion lit up your head, and singed your chest. You let his words sink in, you couldn’t speak, not yet. Squeezing shut your eyes, you turned back to the door, setting your hand on the knob. You felt the door shift, like he’d gotten up from leaning his head against the poorly tinted wood. He got it, you could feel him prepare to walk away. If you love something, let it go. But Coco came back. He came back. You unlocked it, and turned the knob. Looking at him through sore eyes. “Running when you’re scared isn’t an option for me.” you said, defeat obvious in your voice. He stopped, turned to you and closed in quick. You pushed his hands away. “You can’t - You can’t just show me, tell me, and hold it to me that i shouldn’t shut you out, and i should trust you, and i should turn to you before anyone and anything else only to turn around and do that to me. You can’t do that and come running back.” you practically yelled at him, your voice shaking and raw.

“I know, I know I’m sorry.” he said, his hands dropping to his sides when you reached forward and yanked him in with all your might. The gesture was aggressive, sure. But pure.

“i’m sorry too.” you muttered, embracing him tightly.

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Sorry, Wrong Number!

Timothy Thatcher x Female OFC Requested Prompts: Also from the meet cute list #47 Texting the wrong number but continuing the convo with Tim Thatcher. Rating: PG-13 Word Count: 1436 Warnings: Fluffity fluff fluff. Also broken bones, but no angst. Summary: Tim gets several text messages from an unknown number asking for help.

→ emmy

→ don’t freak out

→ i know it’s impossible to not freak out when someone tells you not to but listen

→ i’m fine

→ i am!!! really!!!

→ i might have broken my right ankle tho 😬

→ before you ask, i went skateboarding with that dumbass josh and he left as usual

→ i’m gonna get x-rays now

→ could you come and pick me up? i’m at the mercy general

→ lub uuuuuuuu 🥺💗🥰💖💘❤️💗🤍😬🥰😭🥺😍😘

Tim had just started his mid-afternoon training session and his phone went off with texts. 10 texts to be exact. All from an unknown number. 

He debated on whether or not he should answer but decided on replying since the person was clearly in distress. 

← Hello. I think you have reached the wrong number, there is no Emmy here. 

And he moved on with his training. Or at least he tried to. Thirty minutes since he had texted the person and not even a word back. 

← Hey, is everything ok?

Staring at his phone’s screen for what felt like ages, four new texts came in right when he was about to close it off. 

→ omg dude!!! i’m so sorry!

→ i just got a new phone and i lost most of my contact list bc i’m a dummy and fucked the backup up

→ def got the last digit wrong 

→ everything is fine, the ankle IS broken tho. thx for replying back and thx for your concern

← No problem. Hope you can reach your friend. Take care of that ankle. 

→ wow, you are very formal aren’t you?

→ that‘s so funny 😂😂😂

Tim frowned, wondering what was wrong with how he texted. “That’s just how I speak.” 

← I don’t understand what you are saying. Also what’s it with all the squares?

→ squares?

← You just sent “That’s so funny.” and three squares. What do they mean?

She looked at her phone, puzzled. 

→ uuuhhh, those are emojis? what kind of phone do you have?

← A flip phone. 

“WHAT?!” she screamed, forgetting she was at the E.R.  A nurse rushed to her bay to make sure everything was fine. Embarrassed, she apologised and assured everything was alright. Anna had to take deep breaths to recompose herself before replying. 

→ what? why? dude it’s 2016 who has a flip phone? also i’m anna btw

→ oh my god, am i hallucinating from the pain? are you even real?

← I have one and I am very real, miss. And my name is Timothy. Were you able to contact your friend?

→ yes, but she won’t be able to pick me up since she’s on her shift and she’s alone at the store

← And how are you getting home?

→ oh, i’ll figure something out

→ will probably hail an uber or something

← Hold on. I will be back in a few. 

Tim rushed his way to the emergency room, making a stop at a convenience store to get a ‘get well soon’ gift for a girl he had never even seen but had taken a sudden concern about. 

Arriving at the hospital, his presence was quickly noticed by the front desk receptionist. 

“Hello sir, how can I help you?”

“Good afternoon, Miss. I’m looking for Anna. She checked in a couple of hours ago with a suspected broken ankle.” Tim answered, his nerves getting the best of him, already knowing what was going to be asked next. 

“Oh, yes. Are you from her direct family?”

“Yes.” 

The polite receptionist noticed what he carried on his hands and needed no further details. 

“Follow through this corridor, the orthopaedic E.R. is on the first door to your left. The nurses will lead you to her.”

“Thank you, miss.”

The path from the front desk to her emergency bed was a cloudy one on his mind. 

“She will probably think I’m weird.”

“I barely know this girl.”

“But I couldn’t let her go home alone with a broken ankle.”

He was so lost in his thoughts that he almost bumped into the funny, pink haired nurse when she opened the curtain that separated Anna’s bed from the others in the room. 

“Anna! Look, your boyfriend is here!”

Shit. Tim was gone. The confused face coming from the beach blonde haired girl sitting in bed was the most beautiful one he had ever seen. 

“I’ll leave you two alone.” the nurse said, whispering “Lucky girl.” before leaving. 

Tim let out a small chuckle, quickly recovering when Anna cleared her throat. 

“Umm, I think you got the wrong person, dude.”

“Anna!” he stopped, his nervousness making his already loud voice louder than usual “sorry. I’m Tim. The guy you texted thinking it was Emmy.”

“Tim, hi! Oh my god, what are you doing here?”

“You said you were going home alone and I couldn’t let you do that with a broken ankle. Also these are for you.” he explained, handing her the gifts he got. 

“You really brought me flowers and a teddy bear? That’s– that’s very sweet of you.”

They looked at each other, taking in their new friend features. Shy smiles, glances to the side, small giggles turned into full blown laughter after they realised what was going on. 

“God, I’m so embarrassed!” she exclaimed between laughs. “Thank you so much for the gifts, and for coming. I didn’t think you would actually show up.”

“I didn’t think I was coming either. Can I?” he said, pointing to the chair besides her bed, only sitting after she nodded “It was on impulse and that’s new for me.”

“Thank you. You have no idea how much I appreciate this.”

“How’s the ankle?”

“It’s fine,” she winced when she tried to move it to show it to Tim. “It’s a minor fracture. I think everyone decided to break something today so it’s kinda busy, I’m just waiting for my turn to get a cast.”

They talked for what felt like hours, getting to know each other. Tim was amused with her beauty, with how funny and quick witted she was, always having an answer on the tip of her tongue. Anna was enchanted with how shy this big, mean looking guy is, with the way his loud voice and booming laughter took over the whole room. 

Tim was in the middle of an explanation on how he lost his tooth when the sweet pink haired nurse showed up with news and a wheelchair. 

“Your time has finally arrived, dear. Hop up on your carriage and let’s go to the cast room, bring your personal belongings. Oh, your boyfriend can come too.”

Tim smiled with the nurse’s comment. Quick on helping Anna on getting down from bed, he swiftly picked her up bride style, and gently sat her down on the wheelchair. 

“Aww, you two look so cute together.”

“Thanks!” both said in union, awkwardly. 

Twenty minutes, a pink cast and a pair of crutches later, Tim wheels her to where his car is parked, with a promise of taking her home. He helps Anna sit on the front seat, securing her seatbelt. The closeness and intimacy of the moment makes Anna act on impulse, and she kisses him. A tiny, quick peck on his lips, one she ends as fast as it started when she felt Tim freeze. 

“I am so sorry, Tim.”

He grabs her chin as soon as she looks down ashamed, tilting it up to look her in the eyes. His thumb rubs her cheek, then her chin and finally her lips before he goes in for another kiss. It’s a gentle, shy kiss, that tasted like curiosity. Tim is the one to break up, only to ask something he had in mind since he saw her in that hospital bed.

“Do you want to go on a date?”

“Now?”

“I’ve got nowhere to go, do you?”

“Nope, let’s go.”

He pecks her lips again before closing the door of this car and running to make his way to the driver‘s seat. 

Anna giggles, not in a million years she would have thought a broken ankle and a wrong text would have gotten her a date with a cute dude. 

Tim is making his way out of the parking lot when Anna remembers one little detail. 

“Hey, do you really have a flip phone?”

“Yeah, here.” he tells her, one hand on the steering wheel as the other rummages through his pocket to grab the phone and gives it to her. 

“Oh my god, I’m back to 2002.”

[cloveroctobers]

LEVEL 1 — Perception

A/n: to make things easier due to my hectic work schedule...I’m deciding on writing blurbs or short fics for right now, to get content out in a timely manner. I’m open to writing pairings but I notice those don’t get that much attention but I’m attempting to do so anyways...at least at the start of this series which is absolutely inspired by we’re not really strangers. I love the game, it’s very personal and intense so if you have the chance, get it if you’re open to connecting with the people you care about in a passionate way. I’ve also decided to make the characters a little bit older...college wise/around the actors ages based on these questions lol even tho these teens are already dramatic + have a lot going on.

Synopsis: a interviewer that Spencer is very familiar with, Rochelle Mosley has resurfaced to complete her senior year project at Claremont as a journalist. Rochelle is all about going big and never going home, so the first person on her list is one of the guy’s that intrigued her the most not so long ago. So she reached out to Thee Spencer James and to put the word out to anyone else that might be interested. And here we are!

::: S. James + O. Baker ::: All to me

Rochelle is seen running her finger over her pearly whites, making sure they’re squeaky clean after eating her brunch which consisted of a poached egg, an açaí bowl, served with lemon water. She already spent twenty minutes brushing her teeth and whitening them last night to prepare for this moment. She knew this idea would guarantee her nothing but a A+. She had friends from the film department around helping her with the equipment and due to this Panasonic it made things chaotic opposed to having this interview face to face.

Rochelle knew that she could have at least met with Spencer for his half but decided to do what he was comfortable with. She wouldn’t push any boundaries...yet. Regardless it would have to be a video call since Olivia attended MassArt and appeared that she would not be coming back to California any time soon, according to her insta stories that is.

Nonetheless Rochelle knew how to negotiate so here she was working on their terms. With a sigh, she straightened out her posture, fixed the waves in her hair, reapplied some matte lipstick—again, glanced around her to make sure she liked her set up and eyed her friends to make sure they were doing what they were getting paid for, and plastered on a commercial smile as she connected the video call waiting on her two guests.

It only took a minute for Spencer’s face to pop in.

“Spencer!” Rochelle greeted which he replied with slight raised brows and a smile at her volume, “so glad you can be here and punctual at that.”

Spencer answered, “well you know, if I agreed to be something I don’t want to waste anybody’s time ya know?”

“Always the wise one aren’t you?” Rochelle commented before continuing on, “how are things? How is UCLA?”

“I really like it here, uh. I’m almost done with my sophomore year, but with the way things are looking right now? Might have to switch to remote this spring semester...we’re all basically on standby at the moment. It’s crazy times but we gon’ get through it, I know it.” Spencer chatted with ease.

Rochelle was multitasking looking to the side at her phone to keep track of time. Olivia Baker was five minutes late now, which was slowly working Rochelle’s nerves. The girl had her number and although they didn’t talk much through texts or through anything really, it was common courtesy to let someone know if you were going to be late or couldn’t make it.

“Yes! We have to keep a optimistic attitude as best as we can. I hope you’re being safe out there?” Rochelle met Spencer’s eyes, after silently debating if she should send Miss. Olivia a text.

Spencer dipped his head, “absolutely. And yourself?”

“Oh yes, honey. This thing is ruining lives unexpectedly but it’s insane to me that people believe this isn’t real. It’s the denial for me. Especially here in California! Then when they catch it, it’s suddenly a different tune. Sure the numbers might be a little questionable but not too much is a lie. Read the facts, do the research. But—

Olivia showed up. Eight minutes later...

Rochelle forced a smile, “Olivia Baker! How nice of you to join us.”

“I know, I know. I’m super late and I’m sure you don’t want to hear the excuses so let’s just dive right into this social experiment project thing you have going on. Sorry by the way.” Olivia rambled which Spencer chuckled at.

Olivia paused, “hey, Spencer.”

“Hey, Liv.”

Rochelle picked up on the chemistry or tension or whatever you want to name it. It was all still there and oh so fresh. She knew this would be good and knew they had to be the first on her list. Sure Rochelle maybe a year or two older than these two but she also had friends that were younger and gossipers like her so she always had the inside scoop when she needed it. So yes, she knew all about spelivia.

“How’s Boston?” Rochelle asked politely, breaking the two’s stare contest.

Olivia inhaled, “it’s better than California, that’s for sure. It feels like I’m getting a fresh new start and it’s just what I needed.”

“Yeah i see you’re at your best there. You seem to be thriving.”

“well yeah, because it’s new. Sometimes you need to get away, I mean I’ve been in California for eighteen years of my life. I always knew I wanted to be somewhere else...don’t get me wrong, California is still very much my home.”

Nice save there, Olivia.

Rochelle clasped her hands together with a wide smile after a small silence filled the air after Olivia’s statement.

“Moving right along, I’ve sent the both of you a series of questions that you both should have received correct?”

Spencer pulled the padded envelope from the side and waved it in front of camera. Rochelle smiled at how organized this guy was and shifted her glance to Olivia who widened her doe brown eyes.

“Ah, yeah I’ve got that. It should be around here somewhere? Hopefully. If it’s not then it’s definitely in the car.” Olivia pointed.

Rochelle sighed, “very well. Please proceed on retrieving the envelope, it’s crucial to this interview.”

Olivia scooted back from the desk and held up a finger as she disappeared from the screen. Rochelle turned back to the brown boy who was toying with the tan object.

“Have you read any of the questions, Spencer James?”

“I really haven’t had the time to, no.”

“Great!” Rochelle quipped, “this will make this experience truly authentic.”

Spencer thought about what was said, wondering where this would get him. He understood what Rochelle informed him in the email and she answered all of his questions. He knew this wouldn’t strictly be about him and Olivia since he invited his friends along for the ride as well.

“Please open the envelope as we wait on Olivia. BUT only read the first question on the first card, we don’t want you to get too far ahead of yourself since that wouldn’t be fair to Olivia.” Rochelle instructed while Spencer took a small inhale before doing so.

Spencer read over the card, his eyes flying over the words as he read them pretty quickly. He hummed at that which Rochelle began to question him on but Olivia announced her presence.

“I’ve got it!” She let out in a sang-song voice.

“Olivia, please open the envelope but only read your first card’s question. Spencer has already done so while we were waiting for you,” Rochelle instructed before turning back to the sophomore, “Spencer, whenever you’re ready please read the question and answer.”

How would the person closest to you describe you in three words?

Olivia halted as she pulled out her own card as Spencer showed the card while reading it from the side.

“I’d think they would say I’m...compassionate, hardworking, and...loving?” Spencer announced, taking his time on thinking that over.

It was Rochelle’s turn to hum as she asked, “Do you agree with his choices, Olivia?”

Olivia was confused. “W-what?”

“Would you say Spencer is: compassionate, hardworking, and loving?”

Olivia quickly recovered, “we don’t know if Spencer is referring to me on that question.”

“Spencer, when answering this question who are you saying is the closet person to you?”

“I—uh—I consider a handful of people that are close to me.” Spencer expressed, “but I’d be lying if I didn’t say Olivia isn’t the first person that came to mind. Even though there’s a shift right now in our...relationship due to the distance—among other things...we’re still the closest and that speaks for itself.”

Rochelle gave a smug smile as she looked at Olivia who opened and closed her mouth. Before Rochelle could encourage Olivia to read her question, she already went forth after clearing her throat a few times.

What reality show do you think I’m most likely to binge watch? Explain.

Olivia peered up at Spencer.

“Oh? I’m supposed to answer this about her now? Aight. Lemme see...i don’t know you seem to find a lot of free time to watch things...maybe it’s a film major thing? Months ago you were watching ‘I love New York, then you told me you and Simone were watching ‘Love is Blind’ or—

“It was actually ‘married at first sight’.” Olivia cut in.

Spencer widened his eyes and pointed at the screen with a small laugh, “that makes sense.”

“Why?” Rochelle wanted to know.

Spencer’s answer was firm, “that’s not our business to tell.”

Rochelle scribbled a quick note on that, ruling these two out on that question to ask later. She made sure to circle Simone’s name and put a question mark next to it.

“To answer your previous question,” Spencer redirected the interview back, “since a lot of these were love reality shows...I know that’s not the only genre you watch and you listen to a lot of podcasts. So I’m gonna say this show called, ‘alone.’”

Olivia blinked.

Rochelle waved her hands as she signaled for one of her friends to find the show on the laptop they were on, “have you watched this show, Spencer? And please elaborate on why you chose this show for Olivia?”

“No I haven’t. I only saw the trailer for it randomly when I was on YouTube watching lebron’s greatest moments clips.” Spencer replied earning a snort from Olivia and a eye-roll from Rochelle, “I picked that show because Liv feels that way, always. Like she’s never been seen before, truly seen. And this show tests these guys to survive on their own in the wilderness, putting not only their bodies but their minds through a lot. It’s mainly about survival that much I gained from the trailer. Liv’s always been a loner for as long as I’ve known her and feels that’s how she knows how to survive by doing it all on her own when she doesn’t have to. I see that and I understood that from my first day at Beverly.”

...

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staring at the sun | bakugou k.

summary: bakugou katsuki is your sun, but sometimes, you get blinded by his shine. inspired by post malone’s song, “staring at the sun” pairing: bakugou katsuki x fem!reader warnings: cursing (lots of it), angst, kinda suggestive toward the end word count: 1.6k words

note: to be honest with y’all, the song isn’t even that sad and i may have made this too angsty… it do be havin a happy ending tho

[ If you keep staring at the sun, you won't see What you have become, this can't be Everything you thought it was Blinded by the thought of us, so Give me a chance, I will Fuck up again, I warned You in advance But you just keep on starin' at the sun ]

✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿ ✿•*`¨*`•.¸✯

Katsuki is your sun. His love is the warmth you crave on a cold winter night.

“Katsuki,” you mumbled, voice so soft he can barely hear you. “I love you,” you plant a gentle kiss on his neck, arms wrapped tightly around him. You never want to let go, to not feel his comfort by your side.

Bakugou looked like an angel -- his eyes half-shut from the fatigue of hero work, lips slightly parted, his features softer and more relaxed as he lay beside you. “I love you.” His voice is as gentle as yours. “Forever, [Y/N].”

Katsuki is your sun. His anger is hot and searing, his voice deadly and vicious. A single spark and his wrath becomes untamed, the fire in him destructive and devastating.

“It’s because you don’t fucking listen, [Y/N]! I’m tired of running in circles!” Katsuki yelled, throwing his hands up, chest heaving. “I’m a goddamn hero, for fuck’s sake. My work is my life. Do I not give you enough attention? What the fuck do you want from me?” He roared, exasperated.

“I’m not asking for much, Katsuki! All I fucking want is for you to realize that I’m not some stupid pet you can pat on the head and be fucking content with it! I need you to comfort me, you asshole. I want you to fucking hold me, tell me everything is going to be alright. Your goddamn paperwork can wait-- fuck!” You screamed, eyes stinging and voice wavering. Your worries about life are forgotten at the moment, you were furious. Furious at him prioritizing work over you, at the way he’s looking at you, furious at him.

“I don’t fucking treat you like that! I’m doing my best at balancing shit in my life, [Y/N]! I can’t disregard my fucking job! I’m working so goddamn hard to give you and I a future we can enjoy. If you can’t handle a bad day without somebody rushing to your rescue, then fuck! You’re a grown adult, deal with it!” He was seething, the veins on his neck more prominent than ever from all the yelling.

“Screw you, Katsuki! Not everybody can just fucking push their emotions aside. We all can’t be like you-- cold and detached from your feelings,” you cried, face red from your anger and your frustrations.

“Well if I’m so fucking cold then why the fuck are you with me, huh? You can fucking leave if you don’t like how ‘cold and detached’ I am. I’m done arguing with someone who can’t fucking understand how the world fucking works. Emotions are not everything, [Y/N].” Katsuki looked at you like you were someone he didn’t know, and it hurt.

“Is that how little you think of me, huh, Katsuki? That I would leave you because of that? Fuck, Katsuki, I fucking love you! I’ve gone through so much with you in this relationship. All I want is for you to fucking show me that you still fucking love me,” you screamed. It felt like your whole world was spinning.

“If you loved me then you would understand my fucking situation!” He yelled out, his voice trembling. “I told you from the start that I would be number one, that I don’t care whatever it took, I will be number one. I told you it wasn’t a good idea to commit because relationships are distractions!”

“Oh, is that it? Is that what you fucking call me? A mere fucking distraction in your life while you ruin yourself and every relationship you have to climb the top of the fucking ladder, huh? Then you could’ve told me, Katsuki! You could’ve told me so I wouldn’t have fucking said yes to you!” You were crying now, voice thick from emotion as you stared at him, his back turned to you, and your heart hurting so goddamn much.

“I shouldn’t have fucking asked you to marry me in the first place!” That was it-- that was the last straw. He realized what he said as he turned to you, his eyes wide and full of regret. You stopped breathing, your world crashing down as soon as those words left his lips.

“You know what, Bakugou? Fuck you,” you whispered. Your whole body trembled as you walked out the door.

“[Y/N], wait--” You slam the door on your way out.

Bakugou Katsuki is your sun. When the skies turn grey and your mind is clouded, he shines. He is your ray of hope.

“I’m sorry,” he said, eyes bloodshot and tired. Katsuki looked like hell, like you did. He stood at your best friend’s doorstep with a dejected look, holding a cup of your favourite tea from the cafe downtown. “I got you this. I know you drink it when you’re stressed,” he muttered as he stretched his hand to you. You took the cup from his hands and gestured to him to sit at the front steps. You sat in silence for what felt like an eternity.

“I’m sorry, too,” you said, breaking the deafening sound of quietness. You looked over to him, only to find that he was alreading gazing at you, eyes glistening.

“I didn’t mean it you know,” he sniffled. “I would be living in regret if I didn’t ask you to marry me.” With the reminder of what he said, you turned your head away, not wanting to remember the way he looked during the fight-- not wanting to remember how you felt with what he said. “I was so mad. Not at you-- at me, for not realizing and understanding where you were coming from,” he added, shifting in his spot as he rested his head on his hands.

“We were both mad, Katsuki. We were both blinded by rage,” you whispered, your hands tightening around the warm take-out cup of tea. Your eyes scanned the surrounding area, taking note of the families at the park. Kids were screeching with joy as they slid down from the slides, parents watching from a park bench with wide smiles and content looks on their faces. “I didn’t see where you were coming from, either. I know you work hard for us, for our kids in the future. But a little comfort would’ve been nice,” you said. You were afraid of what he would say.

It seemed like forever when he said, “I know, and I didn’t comfort you, I yelled instead,” he looked somber as he said that. “I just want the best for you and our kids.” Katsuki was now looking over to the park as well, eyes trained on a father pushing his child on the swing. Your heart felt full with the way he admired the sight in front of him.

“I forgive you,” you muttered. It was just one of those fights, the kind that escalated too quickly without either of you realizing. You move closer to him as you lay your head on his shoulder. He looked at you, smiling softly as he wrapped an arm around you.

“I forgive you, too. I love you,” he whispered, pressing a kiss on the crown of your head. You missed his warmth-- his arm thrown around you, giving you a sense of security.

“I love you, too, Katsuki.”

Bakugou Katsuki is your sun. His heated passion ignites a fire in you as he trails kisses through your body.

“Ka- Katsuki,” you whined. He was trailing kisses from your chest to your stomach. The lightness of his kisses tickles your navel as he moves closer to your clothed heat.

“I love you,” he whispered, leaving kisses on your thighs.

“I love you,” he repeated as he took your panties off, coming up to press a chaste kiss on your lips as you moan softly at his actions.

“I love you,” he said for the last time, his mouth dangerously close to your cunt.

“Fuck-- ‘Suki… I love you, too,” you moaned, reveling in the sensation of his mouth. “I love you so goddamn much.”

Bakugou Katsuki is your sun. He is your home. The cozyness of his presence in your life is a blessing sent from heaven.

“Babe, babe, c’mere!” You exclaimed, frantically beckoning your husband to come closer. “She’s kicking! Do you feel it? Here-- no, here, you can feel it here.” You guided his hand to your very pregnant belly. “Do you feel it now?” You asked him, eyes gleaming with joy.

“Holy shit-- angel, she’s kicking. She’s kicking!” He repeated, looking at you with teary eyes, his heart beating wildly, overwhelmed with bliss.

“Hey-- ‘Suki don’t swear, what if she can hear you?” You laughed, your own eyes tearing up at his expression.

“I’m-- angel, this is the best feeling in the world,” he whispered. “I’m so lucky to have you,” he said, pressing a kiss to your cheek, his hand still on your stomach.

“I’m lucky to have you too, ‘Suki. And our little angel’s lucky to have you as her dad,” you smiled at him, a tear rolling down your cheek. “I love you,” you said, kissing him.

“I love you,” he said. “You too, little angel,” he chuckled, pressing a kiss to your stomach.

Bakugou Katsuki is your sun. He is warm and inviting, a constant glow in your darkest times.

Bakugou Katsuki is your sun, and he makes your life so much brighter.

✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿ ✿•*`¨*`•.¸✯

feedback is welcomed and greatly encouraged uwu

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I HAVE GASOLINE LAYING AROUND IN MY HOUSE AND IM OMW TO SET KANA ON FIRE :))))

ok im about to compile possibly like 10 chapters worth of kana hate KJHLDSDJS

so. sorry i wasnt able to respond to so manyyyyyy of these on time and all, i get overwhelmed super easily but i truly, truly love all of you and appreciate each msg :DD these have all either made me think real hard LMFOAHJSKD or had me laughing so hard and gasping lmfao. but yeah, i appreciate all of these and everything i mightve never gotten bc tumblr asks is dumb as well as the ones ive still yet to come back to or answer. almost each and every single one of these have been a guidance with what i wanted to do with the smau, whenever i wanted to switch something up or make something better in the smau, your msgs helped a lot in improving it in some way and helping me figure out what i truly wanted to do with the smau and for that, thank u!!!

Anonymous asked:

FUCK KANA ALL MY HOMIES HATE HER HANA SPILLED HER DRINK ON HER? SHE DID THE RIGHT THING ALSO FUCK SUNA BC EVEN UF HE HAD SEX WITH YN AND SAID HE ADORES HER HIS ACTIONS/AFFECTION TOWARDS KANA GIVES MIXED SIGNALS AND ITS TIME HE GET ACCOUNTABLE OF SAID ACTIONS sorry for the rant 🥴

Anonymous asked:

the “tw kana” absolutely sent me into orbit i cackled 😭

Anonymous asked:

anons bonding over kana hate🤝🏻🤝🏻🤝🏻

Anonymous asked:

yeah its only you who doesn't dislike her FGHDJGKUJ IM KIDDING no but really more than hate her its hate the way shes in between like it pisses me off the cockblock she is 😭😭

Anonymous asked:

if i were kana,,,i would either tell him i still have feelings OR hurt in silence (step back) since technically he or should i say they decided to be JUST bestfriends not cockblocking the possibility for him to be in a relationship

Anonymous asked:

kana has to make a choice: she confess or shut the fuck up bc as far as we know they decided to be just bff (highkey think suna was more into being just friends and kana kinda lied) so IF he likes someone else why the fuck try to sabotage him (his happiness with someone else) when he find it out then what? would he still keep her as a friend? 🧐

Anonymous asked:

What if I just...shift or whatever you guys call it, into As Friends universe...and bonk Kana on the head...lol just kidding...ah ha ha ha No please she is starting to sound like the girl best friend that would make couples break up because she does not care about boundaries...honey, you're the best friend, yes, you're important, but that's his girlfriend...stay in your lane. Lol like "I don't want to confess" but "He's mine so I have to get rid of all competitions" lol fucking clown yeah no, I don't have to wait for you to write more about her to make me hate her sksksksksk I already do

Anonymous asked:

Ayo istg kana's been giving y/n the stinky eye... if she stares at y/n like that one more time LAWD HELP HER SOUL, im coming for her eyes!!! But fr,, Rin better treat y/n right and put kana in her place. Bc y/n got a best friend too (samu) u^u and he can cook and would treat her good.

Anonymous asked: likE I KEEP SAYING eAT SHIT KANA

Anonymous asked: I am CRAVING IMMENSE VIOLENCE bring that girl kana here lemme knock her teeth down her throat. >:(

Anonymous asked:

kana (derogatory)

Anonymous asked:

istg if a bus doesn’t hit kana i’m gonna do it

Anonymous asked:

kana toxic best friend it’s time for suna to realise IT 😤😤

Anonymous asked:

kana has family problems only rin knows about? what in the ao haru ride manga 😐

Anonymous asked:

WHY KANA FUKC

Anonymous asked:

NAH MY GUT FEELING TELLING ME KANA WAS BAD NEWS SINCE THE BEGINNING also she wants suna all to herself (he sees her as a bff) but doesn’t say shit to him... if course he’s gonna find someone in the future whether in college or after (unless the bitch will still to his ass even when he goes pro)

Anonymous asked:

everyday i wake up with notifs from u i feel like im about to get subjected to pain and IM RIGHT THIS TIME TOO what the hell kana u will never be yn (me) 🙏🏼🧇

Anonymous asked:

bro part of me wants to punch suna so bad bc like hes so awkward but so smooth like who tf do u want stop being a smooth ass mf u know these two bitches like u

Anonymous asked: i might just obliterate everyone named kana cause of as friends THE WHOLE TIME MY EYE WAS TWITCHING CAUSE OF HER FUCK KDDSKDLSDK EVERYONE WHO WANTS TO OBLITERATE HER SAY "I" but like hi! i hope youre well

Anonymous asked:

even tho u always insist you'd never het mad at me girl HUHH i used to be genuinely good w kana now she's just a manipulative bitch :// kana babe sorry but ur best friend is allowed to spend time with other people 🙄

xmyshya asked:

I 👏 love 👏 Hana 👏 Also 👏 fuck 👏 Kana 👏 and Rin you idiot, what do you mean he's not gonna pursue dating T_T it's just a few chapters till the end T_T wut T_T

yourstarvic asked:

Kana needs to back up before she gets beat up 😤 me and my homies ain’t playing no more 😤

Anonymous asked:

omg that ur probably mad (even tho u said u’d never get mad at me!) broooo

Anonymous asked:

kana gonna get even more territorial in the next chapters im getting kinda scared to see how rin reacts 😒 shes gonna lowkey (highkey) manipulate rin like oh u said youll never leave me you said i come first and all that mhmmm girl dont make me break your neck 👎🏼👎🏼

Anonymous asked:

huh so is kana basically a pick me girl

Anonymous asked:

“you’d be selfish abt this” girl

Anonymous asked:

why tf kana gotta ask yn bro u don't know her just ask suna directly 🙄 putting her in an awkward ass position how's she supposed to say no i'm sorry kana's being annoying as hell rn

Anonymous asked:

it’s time for kana to realise: - yn aint just a fling bc suna is spending more time with her - suna clearly sees her just as his bff

Anonymous asked:

Kana saying "I was worried you'd be selfish about this haha" well bitch now I gotta be 😒

Anonymous asked:

“i was worried you’d be selfish about this hahaha” -the one who’s for the streets kana better watch herself…y/n was being kind, i will not be

Anonymous asked:

DID KANA REALLY HAVE THE NERVE TO ASK US?????? TO POSTPONE OUR PLANS WITH RIN???? pls that « you understand, right? » was just so manipulative oh my god-

Anonymous asked:

kana can go cry & write to her diary about it 😘😘

Anonymous asked:

“y/n right?” after literally meeting her plssss

Anonymous asked:

miss kana is just gonna have to miss him a little more bc i'm not canceling SHIT!!

Anonymous asked:

kana is playing chess while we’re playing checkers

Anonymous asked:

everytime you post and kana gets fucked over my day is made and it all I'm going to think about

Anonymous asked:

im catching up on as friends bc i havent read a few chapters and kana saying “arent you just with yn” made me extra angry go trip down some stairs kana

Anonymous asked:

u made my week with the update 😭🖤 i hate kana sfm lol

Anonymous asked:

kana suffering either way the story goes? I'm in -🦄

Anonymous asked:

kana n suna need to grow up lowkey it’s very highschool

Anonymous asked:

WHOEVER SENT THIS I AM CHOOSING VIOLENCE who's in, let's go beat kana-🦄

Anonymous asked:

hELL YEAAHH GET FUCKED KANA /neg