#my roommate made me ice coffee to get me through the night

[starot]

i have two worksheets and a lab report due tomorrow good god idk how im gonna get them done

[apomaro-mellow]

Wrong Number 1

Eddie kept up a texting chain with Steve while making himself a breakfast of coffee and cereal. He hadn't felt like this in a long time. Not since, well, when he thought of it when he was a teenager up all night in chat rooms and forums. When you found someone who you just clicked with.

[11:30] Any advice on how to fry an egg with a perfectly runny yolk?

(11:32) You like runny yolks??? 🤢 (11:33) It's scrambled or nothing for me (11:33) Cant help ya even if I wanted to

[11:35] I just want an egg on my avo toast

Normally Robin fried the eggs for breakfast. Her yolks were always perfect. But unlike Steve, she'd actually scored last night and was still with whoever she'd gone home with last night.

Eddie couldn't help but roll his eyes at the cliche. A guy who jogged and then came back home for some avocado toast with an egg on top? He just had to let his stance be known.

(11:35) Next ur gonna tell me bout your acai smoothie bowl rite? (11:36) Avo toast? Really???

Steve realized how he was coming off and had to quickly amend it.

[11:38] It's not what you think! We only got the avocados to make some guac the other day. There was one left and I wanted to use it before it went bad. And I'm all guac'd out. Hence the toast.

(11:39) At least you didn't use the avocado to make like ice cream or some shit

Finished with his own, normal, regular, average citizen breakfast, Eddie cleared his place and started to actually get ready for the day. His shift went from 2 to 10 tonight, so he needed to prepare for the long haul.

While brushing his teeth, getting dressed, and making something for his lunch later, he and Steve kept up the texts. Through their conversation he found out Steve's favorite ice cream (peanut butter), that he could cook eggs just about any way except sunny side up, and that he lived with a roommate named Robin.

Eddie got to his place of work and in a place like that you need to have some semblance of focus and attention, so he told Steve he had to get to work. He realized he was basically saying 'busy now, text you later?' to a stranger he'd only started talking to last night. Steve was completely in his rights to end the conversation there.

He could've ended it at any time really. What obligation did he have to keep on talking to him?

[2:01] Okay. Talk to you later

Steve stared at the message, already in the middle of agonizing over it when Robin finally came through the door of their apartment.

"Good afternoon. I wanna feel offended that I didn't get any texts or calls asking if I'm okay but I'm gonna choose to think it means you trust me and are a great judge of character."

For the first time in a while, Steve checked the time and actually realized how long it had been.

"Shit, Robs, I'm sorry." It had been over 12 hours and he hadn't checked in on her. All because he'd been texting a random number. "So you had a good time?"

Steve had been sitting on the couch and Robin plopped right down, laying her head in his lap.

"It was magical. Like something out of a movie."

"Aren't you glad I made you go and talk to her?", Steve smiled smug.

Robin smushed his face with her hands with a groan. "Don't look at me like that. You were right, okay? Me and her hit it off like, like uh, one of your sports metaphors."

"Robin you were in a soccer league just last year, stop acting like you don't know sports."

"Anyway, something grand must've kept your attention off me. Things go well with that girl you were talking to?"

"Umm, yeah."

Robin sat up, eyes narrowing. "And you came back here with her? Gross! Steve! Did you do it on the couch?!" She shot up immediately.

"I didn't", Steve rolled his eyes.

It was one of their main rules. No sex in the common areas of the apartment. Steve wasn't gonna tell her about the wrong number given to him. And he especially wasn't going to tell her he kept talking to it. The following lecture would have been unbearable.

"She gave me her number and we've just been texting back and forth."

Robin slowly sat back down on the couch. "Just texting? That's all you did?"

"That's all."

"Wow. You usually move faster than that."

"Well, I want something a little more this time. But enough about my snail pace romance. Let's talk about you and that girl, what was her name?"

He and Robin sat a long while, talking about her night, eventually going out for lunch together too. Not-Misty had said they were at work, but Steve couldn't help himself when he saw that Robin had ordered a burger with avocado on it and Steve had gotten a taco salad that came with, you guessed it, avocado.

[3:14] image.jpeg [314] Okay me and Robin might have a problem. But I swear it's not on purpose!

"Did you just send a picture of our lunch to someone?", Robin asked.

"Yeah to uh, to Misty. We were talking about avocados earlier and I figured she'd get a kick out of it."

Robin smiled through her chewing. She teased but she was glad that her friend had made a connection last night.

Meanwhile, Eddie saw the message, but didn't have a chance to reply, even on his lunch break. Through all the texting, he had forgotten to charge his phone, so it was on the plug and he was leaving it alone for now while he talked to his co-worker, Grant. He went through the rest of his shift, thinking about Steve.

What did he look like? How old was he? Where did he live?

He got off and made his way back home, stopping off somewhere to get dinner. It was a sandwich shop and he honestly contemplated getting avocado on his just to see Steve's reaction but he resisted.

'I can't be that down bad that I'm overthinking food now', he thought to himself.

When he got back home, he turned the tv on and took out his phone to reply to Steve right away.

(10:31) Back at home now (10:32) Work was crazy (10:34) And the 1st step to recovery is admitting u have a problem (10:36) But thru hard work we can get you addicted to a sensible veggie (10:37) Like broccoli

He thought since he kept Steve waiting for so long it might take some time for a reply to come, but his phone pinged almost immediately.

[10:39] First of all, avocado is a fruit. Second, I eat plenty of other vegetables. And third, what happened at work?

(10:41) It may be a fruit but I dont want it in my smoothie (10:42) And some guy came in and started throwing axes at the wall

Sunday evenings were usually more relaxed. It was why Eddie typically didn't work Friday or Saturday nights unless he needed some extra cash or they needed someone on deck.

[10:44] Hold the duck up someone was throwing axes!! [10:44] *duck [10:45] *FUCK

Eddie snickered through his eating and had to take a moment to swallow before something came up. He always enjoyed telling people what he did for a living.

(10:46) Cool your jets man (10:47) I work at an axe throwing range (10:48) The problem with this dude was he didn't have an appointment (10:48) Just came in and started throwing an axe at the wall

[10:50] Are you okay? That sounds dangerous

(10:50) My uncle handled it (10:51) Eventually the dude left

[10:52] Oh wow. Well I'm glad you're okay. Axe throwing tho. What an interesting job for someone of your age? 🤷

Steve was lying in bed and he buried his face into his pillow as he sent it with the shrug emoji. It was so transparent, he knew it. But he needed to have a better idea of who he was talking to. That way when Robin did eventually find out, he'd be able to tell her something, anything.

(10:53) Smooth (10:53) I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours

Eddie knew now was the time to be cautious. But he was also curious as to how much Steve would tell him and just what he wanted to know. He wasn't disappointed.

[10:54] Male, 23, 5'11

It was like the bare minimum of information and yet Eddie was already aggressively tamping down any hope that he might have a chance. Without his permission, hope bubbled up anyway

(10:55) Male, 24 going on 25, also 5'11

Steve stared at the text with the mystery person, mystery man's information. It seemed like so little and yet so much. He still hadn't an idea of what he looked like. But now he could at least get a general silhouette.

(10:56) Ur not one of those guys who lies about his height are you?

[10:57] Robin says my hair gives me two inches but she has no idea what she's talking about.

Eddie was thinking about how Steve must wear his hair. It could be in a sizeable pompadour, or maybe a nice afro. Maybe it was in a bun all the time? That was not what he typed out however.

(10:59) You know what they say (10:59) It's not the size but what u do with it

Okay this was it. This was where Steve stopped texting him. You can't just say that to guys you don't know-ping!

Eddie bit his lip and only had one eye open as he looked at Steve reply, preparing for the worst.

[11:01] Oh I know how to use my inches

Eddie dropped his phone onto the table and had to get up and pace, touch his face, his hair, throwing his hands in the air. Was this flirting? This felt like flirting. He wished he knew for sure. Maybe it was the lack of emoji. Had Steve put a winking face, he'd know for certain. Eddie leaned against his fridge, staring at his phone, sitting innocently on the table.

On the other side, Steve was burying his face into his pillow, pretending he didn't just say that. Would it come off as playful? As flirty? As casual? Should he have sent a wink? The seconds ticked and it felt too late. Like coughing after saying something awkward.

God, he was so desperate. Why was he even still texting? He had work in the morning. He should start preparing for bed so he had any hope of getting up on time. Steve pushed off the bed and went to his closet when he heard the notification sound and instantly returned.

(11:05) Let's get out the measuring tape (11:05) image.jpeg

Steve felt his heart skip a beat. The picture attached was of the very top of mystery man's head. He was holding up a lock of long, curly hair into the air. Steve studied the picture like he was getting paid to do it. He couldn't see any lower than the bangs on his forehead but there was still plenty to see.

The rings on his fingers for one, how his curls went this way and that. Steve quickly saved it and then replied with a similar pose, holding some hair by the fingers as far as it would go above his head.

[11:07] image.jpeg [11:08] I think you have me beat

They texted for about an hour more before Steve finally decided to be an adult and put himself to sleep, bidding mystery man good night.

Part 3

Fun fact, years ago I worked at an axe throwing place and yes, what happened to Eddie did in fact happen to me! On like my first week too I think

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Only Mine Professor Steve Rogers x Innocent Reader

Only Mine

Dark Professor Steve Rogers x Innocent Reader 

Warning: Dark Themes,Age Gap,  Forced relationship, drugging kidnapping, Grooming, Stalking, Non Con

Steve was bored and tired it’s always the same thing, Students come in here to achieve, but just end up flunking his class, He was a history professor, And most students come in here thinking it will be easy, since it’s History and end up disappointing him as usual, 

He knew he was being a little too harsh, and He knew that he was missing something in his life that’s why he was so miserable and so harsh on his students, but he knew that he had to find something and outlet or someone, someone to make him happy someone who wouldn’t disappoint him like everyone did. These girls today are just so self absorbed and whore around it’s nothing like before he got frozen in ice, after the serum, and now being retired from the avengers.

He was looking down at his papers grading them, when he saw something he hasn’t before, your name, you have every answer right, an ‘A’ 

Steve smirked knowing that someone was paying attention, You just transferred here from Colorado and this isn’t the first Ease you got an ‘A’ on either Steve has taken notice to you and you payed attention taking notes, watching closely. 

Steve had taken notice to you, and he had one more test for you and then he would make his decision. 

You had you bag hanging on your shoulder as you walked to class with your roommate you were just entering Professor Rogers class room, she was laughing, 

“It’s not funny.” You say

“I’m sorry I can’t help it.” Jessica says wiping the tears away, 

“Your a nineteen year old virgin.” She says 

“I told you I’m saving myself!” You yell

As you sit down 

“Okay class settle down.” Professor Rogers says as he starts handing everyone’s work, out your paper was and ‘A’ you were so glad, since you studied your ass off and went over all the notes you could to get a perfect score, You let out a breath of relief so happy that you got a great score,

Jessica slams her forehead on her desk You look over at her she holds up her paper that says ‘D-’ 

“Told you. You should have studied instead of going to bakers party.” you say 

“Oh shut it nerd!” She says 

You chuckle, After taking diligent notes and sitting through an hour lecture you and Jessica were leaving class chatting to one another little did you know Steve was following close behind you two, listening closely to your conversation, 

“God how do you always get ‘A’s’!?” Your friend complains 

“Because I study my butt off unlike you. Who decides to go party.” You say with a chuckle 

“So I like to have a bit of fun sue me why don’t you.” She says 

You laugh, 

“You’re too much of a good girl.” She complains 

“Well that’s what happens when you have a Military father.” You chuckle  Steve smirks, feeling a bit turned on. as the two of you walk

You two walk towards the coffee shop 

Steve knew right then and there that you were perfect for him that you were going to be his girl no matter what, He knew he had to be careful on how he did this, he also knew he had to get you away from your roommate she was a bad influence on you, He also knew that you would make the perfect wife and mother, That’s all Steve ever wanted was a perfect family with the perfect woman, 

Sure you were young but that’s what made it perfect, You could bare many children, you were a quick learner meaning he could train you, 

He smirked at the thought, He had been looking for so long not finding the perfect woman but now it seems that dream is just within grasp. 

“Do you want to go to a party tomorrow night before spring break?” Steve’s attention was caught by your friend asking you, 

You hesitate 

Steve knew you were a good girl, but if you accepted he knew it would be the perfect opportunity 

“I don’t know I still need to study.” You say 

“Oh come on live a little bit.” Your friend says

You sigh

“Fine, but only for a few minutes, I need to study for my next midterm.” You say 

“Yeah, Yeah, the good girl can’t have fun.” She says 

You chuckle grabbing your coffee as the two of you leave Steve smirks knowing he had to plan this just right that you were going to be his girl, Spring break will be in two days, meaning, This is perfect And he knew he had to prepare before tomorrow night.

[callmelola111]

guilty conscience ☆ part four

 ← part 1 , part 2 , part 3 ⭑ part 5 →

synopsis: it’s your first year at college and you’re 1,500 miles away from home. you’d feel completely alone if it wasn't for your attractive roommate ellie. will this attraction complicate the already uncharted territory? or will she be the answer to all your problems?

      |✯| pairing & wc: college!ellie williams x roommate!reader. wc: 3.2k

      |✯| cw (by part): 18+ themes (MDNI), fem reader, SMUT (18+ ONLY), modern au!ellie, HEAVY ANGST, frequent swearing, sexual tension, cat lol, fingering (r receiving), oral (r recieving), kinda nipple play, dom!ellie, sub!reader, public-ish sex, ellie is a cheater cheater pumpkin eater (i think thats it but lmk if i missed anything)

a/n: honestly was getting fed up with myself writing this part. like goddamn bitch can we get a happy ending already? so much angst and drama from ellie that you might just wanna beat her tf up. it gets so slutty though and i love it. i hope this is feeds the ache for y'all, lmk cause this is my first attempt at smut!! anyways, thanks 4 the support and much love from me to you <;3

After that special night with Ellie, you realized there was no more ignoring the situation at hand. She left you feeling empty just as quick as she had made you feel full. And you cared so much for her, despite the fact. No matter how much you wanted to stand your ground, your mind always got stuck on the possibilities. The possibility that Ellie was feeling everything you were… The possibility that there was a happy ending in sight… The possibility that Cat meant nothing.

With all these feelings circling your mind, you felt too biased to make the right decision when it came to her. You decided it was time to tell Dina. You quickly picked up your phone and gave her a call, inviting her out to coffee. Thankfully Dina offered to drive, as you were still stranded at Ellie’s bandmates place. 10 minutes later, she was out front honking. 

Dina greeted you with a squeal, “Hiii love!! I missed you!”

Before you could reciprocate her greeting she spoke again, “Wait who’s house is this? How was last night? Oh my god Y/n, did you hook up with someone?? Pleaseee tell me!!” Dina’s thoughts were going 100 mph trying to guess the context of this little rendezvous. 

“That’s why I asked you to coffee. Trust me, I’m going to explain everything.” Your mysterious answer left Dina even more intrigued. The both of you arrived at the coffee shop, ordered your drinks, and took a seat at a little table in the corner. 

“Soooo… TELL ME ALREADY,” Dina exclaimed impatiently as you fidgeted in your seat not even sure where to start. You stared through the shop window at nothing in particular as you mulled over the timeline of Ellie and you. Dina could see the cogs in your brain turning and knew this conversation was going to be about more than a silly little one night stand. You finally spoke 3 words, “it’s about Ellie.”

“Ellie? God I should’ve known, I’m literally your best friend!!”

“It's fine D, I’ve been pretty radio silent about my love life on purpose. See, it’s much more complicated. Like a gut wrenching, sick and twisted, WLW heartbreak kind of complicated. How long can you stay and talk?”

“I’m all yours babe, give me every last detail. I'm serious,” Dina urged. So, you did. The debrief took a total of 3 hours and 2 iced coffees to get through. It felt so good getting everything off your chest. 

Dina gave you just the right advice too, “Communication is key.” You knew it was stupid but talking about it upfront was the last thing you had thought to do. It seemed too scary to face Ellie like that, but you knew it was the right choice. Sure it was hard dealing with these feelings and you wanted answers, but you also lived with this girl. You owed it to yourself and to her to figure out this bullshit. You didn’t want to be in a constant state of tension and resentment every time the two of you had to be around each other (which was all the time).

After a morning well spent, you and Dina said your goodbyes and she dropped you back off at your dorm. You walked through the front doors and swiped your student ID to access the elevator. You leaned against the cold, metal walls as you brainstormed how to approach Ellie. You had a good idea of what to say up until you were opening the door and coming face to face with her. She made you forget everything. But, despite your blank mind, you were determined.

“Ellie, we need to talk, seriously.” You tried to assert yourself, but your breaths were shaky from nerves. Ellie looked up from her desk nonchalantly and gave you a blank stare like she had no idea what you were talking about. This really pissed you off.

“Don’t give me that fucking look Ellie, you know exactly what I’m talking about. How could you just leave me like that?”

“Hey relax, it’s not like that.” she stood up and answered calmly, which made you want to slap her even more. Ellie could put on a game face better than she could ever be vulnerable. No matter the damage her lack of honesty caused.

“It’s not like that? Be real with yourself for one fucking second Ellie.” 

“Fuck you bro, I don’t need this shit.” she retaliated, not meaning a word she spat out.

“FUCK YOU!” you shouted, moving into her space. Instead of moving back, Ellie stayed right there with you, standing her ground. You felt the heat of her body against yours and an erotic sensation growing between your legs. Your eyes began to glaze over with tears of desperation, she had this unexplained power over you.

“Ellie, I- I can’t keep doing this with you.”

“Can’t keep doing what?” she asked. It’s like Ellie needed you to admit it first before she could even acknowledge it on her own. She longed to hear your passionate confessions and anguished pleas.

“I can’t keep beating around the bush with you. I like you Ellie and it’s driving me fucking crazy because you act like you could care less. You taunt me with your stupid sexy charm and stupid flirty touch just to run right back to Cat. But right here, right now, you can’t deny the tension between us. I need you Ellie.” Tears began to stream down your face and you wiped them away with haste. A beat of loud silence echoed through the room before Ellie finally answered.

“I don’t mean to tease, but there’s just so much at stake when it comes to me and you. Can't you see? I know I’m a piece of shit. I mean, here I am with a perfectly fine girlfriend, yet inches away from my roommate, hardly able to resist her touch.”

“Then don't Ellie. Forget about everyone and please just kiss me.” You were practically begging, it was so pitiful. Ellie placed a hand to your shoulder and shoved you against the wall.

“God Y/n just STOP IT!” 

You melted under her agonizing touch, “W-why not me?” You stuttered and took in  her hot breaths that hit your face as she panted through her frustration. It wasn’t much longer till the two of you could no longer restrain.

Ellie stared at her dirty converse to avoid your pleading eyes, “I just can’t, I can’t cheat. I'm not a cheater.” She was shaking her head profusely as if to rid her mind of the lustful thoughts that consumed her. She wanted you so bad it hurt. You took her face in your hands and lifted her gaze to yours in a last attempt.

“Ellie-,” you gasped, as the aching became unbearable. You’d surrender to her touch right now if she only asked. As Ellie looked back at you, she wished Cat didn’t exist, you were all she ever wanted and you were right there. She just had to say the words and you’d be hers.

Ellie’s head fell into the crook of your neck in desperation. Her hands moved up and down your clothed body searching for some sort of release. 

“Ellie please, I need you.” you whimpered into her ear. The vibrations sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine and just like that she snapped. All her morals disappeared as she found your wrist and grasped it firmly, leading your hand to the waistband of your pants.

She whispered back, “show me.” With her permission your hand darted down to the ache. You slid your fingers through the mess Ellie invoked with just her words before stopping on the big ball of nerves that begged to be touched. 

Before you could ease the yearning down below, Ellie interrupts, “I said show me.” A smirk grew upon her face as she watched you discern the meaning of her risky comment. You retrieved your fingers in obedience to Ellie and were prepared to do whatever else she asked.

Immediately, Ellie took your sticky fingers and brought them to her plump lips. Slowly she planted kisses from the tips of your digits down to your knuckles. It felt like a dream. Of course, Ellie knew she should stop, but when her freckled nose caught the sweet smell of your juices she dreamed of tasting them too. 

“Put your hands back in your pants.” she demanded with agency. Back inside they went, fingers quick to locate your empty hole. You couldn’t take it, your middle finger gently slid in and a breath escaped your open mouth. You shut your eyes and an in-and-out rhythm ensued. Ellie grew wet herself as she watched you writhe with pleasure. She couldn’t help but tell you.

“I love watching you touch yourself like that.” Her comment evoked a strained moan from your lips as you imagined her fingers inside instead of your own. Ellie cupped her cunt, trying to fight her infidelity but failing miserably.

“Can I see your fingers again please? I- I wanna taste it.”

“Need me that bad?” you teased, like you hadn’t been dreaming of this moment for ages. But Ellie had no time for games and took matters into her own hands. She captured your fingers herself. Her tongue flattened to the length of them before her mouth completely closed in on the treat. She sucked with vigor until your flavor dissipated.

“Tastes so good” she hummed, eyes blown out with pleasure. 

“How about you really taste it?” you taunted. The twisted and erotic nature of the interaction left you in a trance. 

“You know I can’t Y/n. It- It would be wrong.” Ellie spoke as if sucking your roommates slick right off her fingers wasn’t just as much of a betrayal as any sexual act. At this point morals felt so out of the question but your words from nights before continued to repeat in her head.

“Me? Mess it up for you? Don’t worry Ellie, you can do that all on your own, believe me.”

She was at odds with herself, not knowing whether to dive in head first or run away while she could. 

“Please Ellie, I need you inside me.” you begged. She brushed the back of her hand down your face apologetically and planted a kiss on your forehead.

A single tear fell as she said, “I just can’t do this. I have to go,” and turned towards the door. Ellie disappeared out of the room and you sunk to the floor, defeated once more. I guess old habits really do die hard. 

After Ellie left, she didn’t show back up to your dorm for the next 3 days. At first you were pissed off and hurt, but the longer she was gone, the more that bitterness turned into worry. She became the only thing on your mind. You had tried calling and texting but to no avail. Out of desperation, you even decided to ask Cat in class. Dina supervised from afar as you confronted her.

“Cat, I know you don’t like me, but can I please just ask you something,” you said with hesitance.

“Great observation! You’re right, I don’t like you. Now, what do you want?” she snapped.

“It’s about Ellie, I haven't seen her in 3 days and I’m really worried. Do you know where she is?” Cat paused to think before she gave you an answer.

“She’s been staying at my place. Is there a problem? I mean, I am her girlfriend,” she scoffed. Truthfully, Cat hadn’t seen Ellie for the past 3 days either but God forbid she let you find that out. She didn’t want you thinking you had any sort of chance with her girlfriend now that she seemed to be getting iced out too.

Of course, her plan worked just how she wanted and you were just about ready to give up on Ellie. You walked back to your dorm dragging your feet hopelessly. When you arrived you were greeted by none other than the girl who’d been fueling your worry.

“Ellie? What the fuck. What are you doing here?”

“I mean, I live here right?” she answered while rummaging through her things. Here she goes again, pissing you off like usual.

“I thought you did too until you went awol for 3 whole days without saying a thing. If you wanna stay with Cat that bad just tell me. I don’t need you sparing my feelings. You’ve already done enough.” Your anger spoke for you and Ellie was baffled.

“Cat? What makes you say that? I’ve been at my parents this whole time.”

You snapped, “Don't lie to me Ellie, I know you were at her place. If you love Cat so much, just be with her and leave me the fuck alone.” Ellie then grabbed her guitar and slinged on a backpack.

“Fine, I will leave you alone. I have a show to be at anyways.” And just like that, gone again.

You replayed the past hour in your head and considered the fact that maybe Ellie was telling the truth. Cat was never known to be a saint, so her lying all of the sudden seemed likely. This time, instead of waiting for Ellie to come back around, you decided to chase after her.

You quickly threw on a revenge outfit and put on some mascara. You stared in the mirror at your black mini skirt and tight crop top. You couldn’t deny it, you looked fucking hot. The peak in confidence pushed you right out the door and to the venue of Ellie’s show.

When you arrived her band was already on stage playing. You realized this was your first time ever hearing them together and decided to really soak it in. Ellie looked so happy doing what she loved despite all the drama happening off stage. She was even better than you thought. You watched as she plucked the strings and bobbed her head along with the beat. You hated how much it turned you on. The tattoo you loved so much was on full display and her arm muscles flexed with each chord. She’d occasionally bite her bottom lip in concentration and it drove you wild. Her set finally finished and you were more than pleased, mentally and physically. Ellie got off stage and you quickly ran after, shouting her name.

“Hey can we talk please? I wanna say sorry.” you explained.

“Fine, come with me to the bathroom, it’s quieter there.” She grabbed your hand and led you. You pushed yourself up to sit on the marble counters that housed the sinks. Ellie looked you up and down, waiting for you to speak. She took note of how good you looked before frantically spewing an apology.

“I’m sorry for accusing you of lying. I was stupid and asked Cat if she had seen you recently. Of course she told me you’d been with her and I blindly believed.” 

She seemed to be listening so you continued your ranting, “I really hate to fight Els. I miss having fun with you. I wanna move on from everything and just be happy. Together, me and you.” You looked up to flash her some puppy dog eyes when you noticed her attention being diverted.

No matter how hard Ellie wanted to pay attention to what you had to say, she couldn’t help but stare up your skirt. Your positioning on the counter gave her the perfect sneak peek of the space between your legs. Once you had caught on to her pervy behavior Ellie fumbled to save face.

“Shit sorry um, I was just, uh, you have cute panties.” She then flashed you a sideways smile trying to make up for that dumpster fire of a “save”.

“You don’t have to apologize, Els.” A cocky look spread across your face and Ellie recognized what game you were playing.

“Well then I’d just like to say, the wet spot on them is even cuter.” Your face turned hot as you registered the fact that the same girl who made you soak through your panties was about to be the one to take them off.

Ellie slotted herself between your knees as you sat on the counter. Shock turned to hunger in a matter of seconds as you practically consumed each other. Her mouth engulfed yours as if there was no need for air. You desperately clung to her body, using your legs to pull in closer. Ellie grabbed at your chest as she slipped her wet tongue into your desperate kiss. You gasped into her mouth when she found your nipples through the thin fabric of your top. She twisted them with power before removing your shirt completely. Ellie separated from your mouth for just a split second to admire the beauty before her.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” she gushed and then used both hands to push your legs apart. Your cunt was on full display through the soaked fabric, your skirt bunched up around your hips. Ellie used her calloused fingers to trace the delicate folds peeking from the cloth and you jolted as she brushed past your sensitive spot. She hooked into your panties to scootch the fabric to the side before you suddenly interrupted.

“Ellieeee, we’re in a public bathroom.” She pouted at you with desperation. Ellie needed you now. Out of pure impulse, she grabbed you by the hips, hands cupping your ass, and stumbled with you into the big stall. 

“Take them off” she demanded. You seductively slipped the pink, lace thong you were wearing down to your ankles. The cold air alone on your exposed folds was enough to send a sensation through your body. Ellie retrieved your littered painties and shoved them into her pocket for “safe keeping”. She remained on her knees in the tight bathroom stall and began planting kisses on your inner thighs. These kisses turned into small bites as the shared arousal became overwhelming to your senses.

Ellie eventually found her way to right where you wanted her. Her fingers spread you apart taking mental note of each delicate fold. You gasped in pleasure, as if to urge her to continue. The wet sensation of her tongue finally met your aching clit and a sultry moan escaped your lips. Your opening clenched at the contact as she coached you through the bliss that was her mouth.

“I know it feels good but you gotta be quiet for me baby. Just breathe.” You had barely gotten the hang of keeping calm before her fingers dove in to give you twice as much satisfaction.

You gripped Ellie’s forearm for support as she twisted in and out of your throbbing cunt. She was determined to make you feel good. She needed to make up for her bad behavior.

With that thought in mind, she dove back in with her mouth followed by the curling of her fingers inside you. You couldn’t help but screech and Ellie quickly shot a hand up to cover your mouth. So goddamn noisy. As she continued, you inched closer and closer to the precipice of an orgasm.

The bathroom brimmed with the wet sounds of Ellie’s tongue lapping you up, her fingers assaulting your hole, and the moans she did her best to muffle. But, suddenly, those weren’t the only sounds that filled the room.

“Ellie? Baby, is that you?”

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“You are", he says, "the absolute worst idea I've ever had.” - me @ ao3 after watching the movie and thinking "there's probably fic for this."

i like lists. i've lost sleep reading fic like it's gonna disappear the second i look away. i'm making my problem yours. i'm sure a lot of these won't be new to people since they pre-date the movie and it's far from comprehensive but. i'm late to this party. i also can't make gifs, so enjoy the basic canva header.

(baby) don't make me spell it out by extasiswings

One night near the end of first semester 1L finals, just a few weeks before the two-year anniversary of their first kiss, Alex finds himself looking up from his desk with its messy piles of color-coded notes and tabbed textbooks to see Henry asleep on the couch, clearly having dozed off waiting for him to come to bed, and unbidden he thinks, God, I’m going to marry this man. It startles him, the spike of adrenaline that floods through him waking him up and bringing the parts of his brain turning over concepts like proximate cause and strict liability to a standstill as he stares at Henry. I want to marry this man.

God Save the Blessed American President Mom by zipadeea

["June stopped by at lunch; she showed me a delightful channel called Hallmark, which repeats the same story every hour after they swap one round of white, straight, small-town conventionally beautiful actors for another. It was entertaining.” “June and I used to play a drinking game with those. Take a shot every time someone goes ice skating, sledding, or leaves the big city for their tiny hometown.” “Good lord, you must’ve been sloshed in the first ten minutes.”] -- On December 4, 2021, an attempt is made on President Ellen Claremont's life. Alex gets shot instead.

Familiar Gravity by cmere

“Yeah,” Alex breathes, and he pulls back to look Henry in the eyes. “I’ve been fantasizing about you fucking me in this chair for, like, weeks. Every time you sit down here with your stupid book.”   Henry likes it when Alex speaks Spanish and Alex has a request.

Am I the Asshole? by everwitch

AITA for spending Valentine’s Day with my roommate instead of my boyfriend? It’s well past midnight on a Saturday and hardly the first time Alex has scrolled aimlessly on his phone instead of trying to sleep, but it’s definitely the first goddamn time Alex has discovered his roommate has made a lengthy post about last night’s curry debacle to r/AmItheAsshole — a post that’s apparently gone fucking viral. -- In which Alex and Henry are college roommates, and a few thousand strangers think they should fuck.

Everybody needs good neighbours by railmedaddy

To nora(9.37pm): So a funny thing happened My hot neighbour brought me the mcflurry i ordered and we fucked From nora (9.38pm): WHAT DETAILS NOW Which neighbour? Wait, you only have one hot neighbour. Alex, did you fuck a guy?!?!?! ALEX Or Alex meets a hot new neighbour. Shenanigans ensue.

A Picture on Your Corkboard by bleedingballroomfloor

It happens on a random morning in May when Alex, age fourteen, pads into the kitchen to greet his mother and steal a waffle from June's plate and sees a man sitting at their breakfast counter, reading a newspaper, a cup of coffee raised to his lips. Like he belongs. Like it's the most natural thing in the world. June doesn't seem to give the man a second thought. She merely flicks Alex on the forehead and takes back the waffle. Ellen isn't worrying, either. In fact, she's talking to him. Asking what his schedule is like. Making plans for dinner. Alex has never seen this man before in his life.

this is the worthwhile fight by dearhappy

It's not that Henry's scared of their future, he's never been more sure of anything in his life. The thing is they're still trying to figure out how that future is going to look. And he worries about how it'll affect Alex's career in politics.

Déjame Ver Cómo Es Que Floreces by 14carrotgold

Oscar gets in close and bluntly asks, “Earlier. In the bathroom. Did you do it?” Alex scoffs, “No. Don't be a perv. Why would you wanna know that anyway?” Oscar rolls his eyes. “Mind out of the gutter, chamaco. Did you propose?” Ah.  - Henry is introduced to the extended Diaz side of the family at their matriarch's birthday. Shenanigans (and romance and feelings) ensue.

Please Don't Let Me Be So Understood by chamel

“I’m glad you both see it that way,” Dr. Chen says. Then she closes her notebook and folds her hands on top of it. “I think I’m starting to get a sense of where the issues lie. The good news is that you’re both here, and you’re both willing to work on this relationship. That’s promising. Not all of the couples I see are even at that point.” “Sorry, what?” Henry says, voicing Alex’s stuttering thoughts as well. (After one too many fights at work, Henry and Alex are assigned mandatory reconciliation therapy by their boss. Except the therapist thinks they're there for couples therapy... and surely, a bet on who will break first makes more sense than actually correcting her, right?)

Such a Burden, This Flame on My Chest by allmylovesatonce

Alex Claremont-Diaz is relocating back to Austin to join his dad's firehouse. His days as a firefighter in Washington D.C. ended badly, but no one knows that, or knows why. And he plans to keep that close to his chest. He has to shove it back down if he wants to seem like a normal person, if he wants to do the job, if he wants to get along with his new crew, and most of all, if he wants to get to know the hot British firefighter on the squad. No one can know what really happened.

thinking (about last night) by rhosyn_du

“I hope you know that I am literally never going to stop reminding you that you said that. I’m going to, like, take out an ad in the student paper. Maybe hire a skywriter or something. I am definitely telling Pez." "I hate you," Henry tells him. "Lies," Alex says, still laughing. "You know you love me." Henry lets out a heavy sigh. "Well," he says softly, "that's rather the problem, isn't it?" “What, you think we’d be better off if we still hated each other?” “I think," Henry says slowly, "I’d be better off if I could figure out how to stop being so stupidly in love with you.” It takes a few seconds for the words to really register, as distracted as Alex is by the heat of Henry’s breath and wondering how much it would cost to actually hire a skywriter. Once they do, it takes a full minute before Alex can move. Can breathe. Can think. Finally, he forces out a whispered, “What?” When that gets no response, he tries again. This time, his voice actually cooperates. “Wait, what?” The only response he gets is a soft snore and Alex realizes that Henry, the utter fucking asshole, has passed out on his shoulder.

you're the reason i let myself fall by perfect-porcelain (tedddylupin)

Alex doesn't quite know what to expect when he walks into a room with a glowing screen separating him from the person in the other pod. The entire experience makes him skeptical. How can you fall in love with someone you've never met? Or: Love is Blind AU

Sharper Head, Wilder Heart by Dawg1515

"This could work out,” Henry offers. “It could,” Alex replies. “That’s good, then. Someone’s going to have to walk me through the brilliance of Empire Strikes Back, after all.” “Sweetheart, if we’re legitimately dating now, I’m forcing you to watch every movie that has Harrison Ford in it.” “Duly noted.” Or: When the Queen decides it’s time for Henry to settle down with a woman, she arranges a courtship between him and Alex Claremont-Diaz, closeted political powerhouse. Alex secretly tells Henry he’s trans, and Henry tells Alex that he’s gay. To say they become an amazing couple would be an understatement—but nothing is ever that easy for a prince and a president’s son.

every version of you (i love) by coffeecatsme

“So,” the voice narrates as the man squishes the dog’s cheeks and laughs at himself. “There’s this guy that lives next to me with the cutest beagle in the world and this little guy climbs to the fence every day to drop his toys off at, like, 5:30 on the dot, I’m not kidding.” The camera shows the man boop the dog’s nose and press a little kiss to his forehead. There’s a ball in his hands that he hands to the dog, but it slips from his mouth all over again, making the man reach down to grab it. He glares at the dog, but even then he’s still smiling. “And this guy always walks by and picks up the stuff and it’s the cutest fucking thing ever you have no idea.” The camera zooms in farther into the man’s smile, genuine and wild, as he pushes his wild curls away from his face. His eyes flicker up when another figure walks into the frame, his blonde hair falling over his forehead in waves. The man’s smile, impossibly, widens. “Oh. I’m also pretty sure he has a crush on my neighbor.” Or, 5 times David greets Alex with something that belongs to Henry, and 1 time he greets Alex with something that belongs to both of them.

The Duke Who Loved Me by annesbonny, Inareskai, schmulte

This Author knows as well as anyone how much you, gentle readers, enjoy a scandal and a love story. And what could bring more delight that two young gentlemen who bring both of those wherever they go? Join the Duke of Mountchristen and the, untitled, Mr Claremont-Diaz as they attempt to find a Love Match amongst the gossip of the ton.

The Edge of Glory by politics_and_prose

Subject: CD-10 To: Alex Claremont-Diaz (acd@cdlaw.com) From: Natasha Wallace (nwallace@txdems.com) Alex - You know how you jokingly told me to let you know when Mayfield was vulnerable and/or not seeking re-election? Tash

lying in the low light by smc_27

The thing about having a one night stand with the guy your sister is close friends with and gatekept from you is that it becomes really fucking important that she never knows. Or, Alex and Henry have a one year stand. Or, Alex and Henry are in a relationship, only they’re the only ones who don’t know it.

what we might do (if we stop keeping a secret) by indomitablelove

'This isn't how I wanted to tell people. I thought we'd get the chance to do it right.' - Red, White and Royal Blue, Casey McQuiston, p.327 --- or, in another world, Alex and Henry get to do it right.

Who Could Love You The Same as I by MariaDmitrievnaLikesSundays

Inside was exactly what Alex had found himself dreaming about ever since that night at Kensington. The kind of dreams that he forced himself to forget once he woke up, but dreams all the same. A gold band, simple and smooth, with a single square diamond embedded on top. It was small, modest, exactly to Alex’s taste. ”Holy shit,” he said again. “Holy shit.” That was a ring. That was, unmistakably, an engagement ring. Hidden in his boyfriend’s coat. And he had just found it.

—— Or, Alex finds the engagement ring that Henry had hidden, and does exactly what you’d expect him to.

As the World Falls Down by 3bowtruckles

So while we all knew that the 2020 written in the book would be glorious fiction, we didn’t realize that reality would throw us something to take 2020 even further away from the book’s events. This story is where I attempt to merge our 2020 reality and the fiction of RWRB, using research (a LOT of research) to try to figure out what the trajectory of reality might have been. The story starts picking up the timeline after their late-February trip to Paris. After that, it's strictly AU, but I try to keep a lot of the intents of the events in the book (for instance, Alex's trip to confront Henry in Britain after the lake) while still making them fit the narrative I've created.

We'll Change the World Yet to our Dessire [sic] by cresswells

Alex and Henry are engaged and ready to share their announcement with the world, but after the media circus surrounding their forced outing Queen Mary wants them to do things properly this time. To Alex’s surprise, ‘properly’ apparently means taking a Royal Tour around Europe as an official couple. Ten days, five countries and lots of unnecessary wardrobe changes. What could possibly go wrong?

where clouds look like mountains by weather_stained

Four months after the election, while still learning to navigate the complexities of being in a public relationship, Alex finally has the chance to show Henry around Austin.

We'll Invite Something In by smc_27

Alex is grinning a little too hard.  This is absolutely idiotic and pointless and fun.  The cover of Hello UK with a photo of him pulled out and a photo of His Royal Highness Prince Henry Fox-Mountchristen whatever the hell the rest of his names are (Alex knows; he being a dick) with the admittedly stupid but flattering headline which reads: His Royal Highness: He’s just like us and crushes on Pres ACD.

Henry's Cold, Empty Tower by DracoWillHearAboutThis

“I want you,” Henry said, slowly but clearly, “to leave.” When Alex storms Kensington Palace, Henry sends him away. Then, their relationship gets leaked, and it's Henry's turn to fight for Alex.

behind the diamond-shaped glass by Celaestis

Five times Alex and Henry used tea and biscuits to communicate, and one time they don't need to.

The Byline by rosetintednerdglasses

Press Secretary Alex Claremont-Diaz serves at the pleasure of the President, and he does it excellently until a new White House correspondent darkens his press room: Henry Fox, The Guardian.

we've been here forever (here's the frozen proof) by r_holland

Objectively, I am aware that you – a stranger – cannot tell me my own sexuality any better than I can, however... Can you, please? Tell me? It’s 4am and I have been thinking about this for hours, and I can’t sleep. Warmest regards, ACD *** It’s four in the morning, and Alex Claremont-Diaz has managed to follow a research spiral straight down into a personal crisis. It isn’t the first time.

words on the tip of your tongue (but please don't say them) by viciouslyqueer

So close. He was so close to saying those words that have lived inside him for so long, and now it's gone, a moment that slipped right between his fingertips before he could grasp it. Now he’s floating in the middle of the lake alone, the ghost of Henry’s touch still lingering on his skin and an unknown, heartbreaking feeling in his chest. — Or: canon-divergence where Henry doesn't leave the lake house.

The Grand Tour by lucky (revolutionbarbie)

When Henry returned from an audience with Queen Mary looking stony faced and grim, Alex had immediately feared the worst. She had requested to see Henry – and Henry alone – the moment their plane had landed at Heathrow on a visit to Pez’s new shelter in London.  Alex had suggested that they go to see her together just to spite the old hag, but Henry wanted to keep the peace. Since moving to Brooklyn, they had entered into an uncomfortable détente with Queen Mary and Henry was loathe to be the one to break it.  “She wants us to go to Australia. It would be an unofficial Royal Tour, of sorts, with stops in several cities and a short visit to New Zealand. Three and a half weeks in total.”  “She wants to send us on an all-expenses paid Australian getaway? Count me in.”

come and get me by rizcriz

The email arrives 8 days after Henry left the lake house. He contemplates deleting it without reading, but it sits in his Alex inbox, where there are over seventy emails favourited, and somehow it feels wrong and weirdly impersonal. As if leaving without a note were any different. He stares at the from line with an aching longing that seeps into his veins. It settles on his heart like a tangible thing; something warranted and cruel that casts shackles around the aorta and locks them tight so that he might never love again. -- or, alex sends an email instead of flying to KP.

Never Did Run Smooth by clottedcreamfudge

"You and me? Best friends. Stellar. Love that for us. But we could absolutely fake being in love. Dating. Whatever. I know literally everything about you—" (No you don't, Henry thinks firmly) "—and you know everything about me. We would absolutely fucking annihilate the other contestants.” "You're too drunk to apply," Henry points out, like he himself isn't about as wasted as it's possible for him to be without curling up and going immediately to sleep. "I doubt you could spell your own name right on the application. Or mine." Alex grins and pulls something up on his phone; it looks like it takes him a few tries. "Wanna fucking bet?" *** Or: Henry's life is a comedy of errors; a patchwork of oopsie-daisies; a quilt stitched together with hauntingly terrible mistakes. And at the centre of it all is his best friend, Alex Claremont-Diaz; director of said comedy, threading together his oopsie-daisies into a flower crown, rolling around in the quilt of his own making, and this analogy is going to shit because Henry's so in love with him he wants to die.

idk I'll do a part two if anyone wants.

[coconutcordiale]

hi! congratulations on 500!!🥳✨

could i request roommates with rooster for the bingo if it hasn’t been taken already? 🤍

you taste just like sundays (dripping off my tongue)

pairing- rooster x female!reader

warnings- 18+ minors DNI, dom bradley, oral (m receiving), degradation kink, probably not a good idea to fuck your roommate if i'm being honest but live ur life, the ‘miles teller is a mean dom so let’s pretend rooster is too’ club unites at dawn (or whenever I get around to posting this)

length- 3.3k

an- thank you so much!!! i'm sorry this took so long :( and of course apologies if this is not your thing i just run away in wild directions with these prompts

500 follower celly prompts are done yay! only took me over a month 🙃

title from u taste like sundays by łaszewo. i thought it was funny because i'm immature

You’re debating the merits of Kodiak Cakes versus Eggo frozen waffles on a late-night shopping run when you hear your name coming from a familiar voice.

You try not to tense up, but the smile on your face feels like plastic when you turn around to see the blonde. “Justin, hi.”

“I can see why you didn’t want me to come in last night.”

You pause. That’s one hell of a greeting.

Furrowing your eyebrows in confusion, you let the freezer door slam shut, a gush of cold air raising the hair on your arms. “What?”

He gives a pointed look towards Bradley, who wandered from you moments before Justin waltzed up, still in his uniform. “Didn’t take you for a tag chaser.”

You fight the sudden urge to roll your eyes obnoxiously.

“He’s my roommate,” you respond through gritted teeth.

At least you know for sure you made the right call to not sleep with Justin last night after your mediocre date, no matter how frustrated you’ve been lately, no matter how much he reminds you of a poor woman’s Austin Butler.

He may be pretty, but he's still a dick.

Given that you don’t actually know Austin Butler, you can only hope he’s less of a dick than this guy.

Justin scoffs, “Sure, he is.”

You didn’t mind Justin’s cocksureness when you first met him in line at your favorite coffee shop, liked it even. He paid for your iced oat milk latte, forward and confident in a way only men who always got what they wanted could be.  

When he brought up taking you to dinner, it hadn’t even been a question, not really. You were surprised at how much you didn’t hate the inevitability that existed in his suggestion, like he always knew you’d say yes.

But then, he spent the entire date talking about himself, hardly letting you get a word in edgewise, and had the audacity to get angry when you didn’t invite him into your bed. So, now, you kind of want to wring his neck, twisting until the last bit of his undeserved, obnoxious pride is depleted from his annoyingly muscled body.

“Is this the fruit you like for your smoothies?” Bradley asks, oblivious, as he ambles back up to you with a red bag boasting tropical fruit blend on the front.

When you don’t answer, too busy grinding your teeth together and imagining what it'd be like to knee this overgrown frat boy in the balls, Bradley looks up from the bag, spine straightening as he clocks the tension between you and Justin.

“Hey man,” your mustached roommate says slowly, carefully, extending a hand towards Justin. “I’m Bradley.”

Justin stares at the outstretched hand in disgust and it drops back to Bradley’s side. You finally give in to the urge to roll your eyes.

The thing is the last couple of guys you slept with were so courteous, so sweet, so nice. They were barely a cut above adequate, leaving you with an itch to scratch, discontent trembling beneath your skin.

By the time you ran into Justin, you were embarrassingly ready for someone bolder. Someone a little more confident, a little more willing to take charge.

Someone a little more like Bradley, your mind supplies.

Shut up, you shouldn’t even know that, you tell it.

Unfortunately for you and your imagination, you do, in fact, know that Bradley would likely check every box that you’re looking for. The thin walls of your shared apartment ensured that months ago.

Lies to yourself aside, two minutes into a bruschetta appetizer with Justin, you had realized he was likely only going to take charge in disappointing, selfish, and unsatisfying ways.

“Don’t waste your time with her,” Justin tells him, acid dripping from every syllable. “She’s a fucking cock tease.”

Bradley’s eyes flash in anger, the bag crinkling audibly as he takes out his ire on frozen fruit. “You sure that’s something you want to have said to me?”

You watch Justin size him up, probably noting the couple of inches your roommate has on him.

“She’s not worth this shit,” he spits before turning on his heel to stalk out of the aisle.

You squeeze your eyes shut tight for a moment when he leaves, ignoring Bradley’s eyes on you. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

Bradley nods tersely, silently following you to the checkout line, waffles forgotten.

+

“That’s the guy you had over last night?” Bradley asks finally when you two make it back home and are busy putting things away, disdain ringing clear through the apartment.

“No, I didn’t let him come up,” you snap, knowing it comes out a little harsher than your roommate deserves. “He called me a cock tease, remember? Because apparently letting him buy me dinner means I’m supposed to put out.”

He puts his hands up in defense. “Sorry.”

The silence stretches out awkwardly between you, the refrigerator humming as you try to focus all your attention on the absurd number of cereal boxes in the pantry.

“It just sounded like you were having a good time when I got home last night,” he mumbles.

You freeze, wondering if it’s possible to will a blush back down your body. How did you not hear him come in last night?

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Rooster,” you manage a flippant tone you don’t feel at all, continuing to move things around the cupboard haphazardly.

“Didn’t mean to overstep,” he says innocently, crossing his arms and leaning against the counter across from you in your tiny galley kitchen. “I’m not judging, more impressed, didn’t know you were such a player. Going out with one guy, calling another over after.”

“I didn’t,” you defend without thinking, and you immediately want to slap your hand over your mouth.

You can feel the heat of his body at your back now, and silently will your hands to stay steady as you organize cereal boxes.

The man is such a slut for Shredded Wheat. He’s probably the only person keeping them in business at this point.

You wish you didn’t find his penchant for shitty cereal as endearing as you do.

“Oh?” He says, but there’s a shift in his tone, voice at least a couple of octaves lower now. “So, you didn’t booty-call some guy named Bradley after you kicked blondie to the curb?”

Your mouth drops open in shock. What a little shit.

You exhale shakily, knowing there’s no way you can fight the pink rising to your cheeks now. “I don’t know what you thought you heard—”

“Don’t be like that, princess,” he rumbles in your ear, sending chills all the way down your spine. “Next you’re gonna tell me it was just a dream.”

You bite your lip. How could he possibly know that was the excuse you were going to try?

He chuckles, something wicked lighting up his coffee-colored eyes as he turns you around and backs you against the counter, pulling boxes out of your hands and tossing them in the pantry without looking. “Fine, I’ll bite. What did you dream about?”

“Nothing out of the ordinary,” you whisper, refusing to meet his eyes.

Unfortunately for your dwindling self-control, this puts your gaze right at his chest where his flight suit is partially unzipped, tan skin glowing against his black undershirt.

It’s clear he’s taunting you now. “That so? Have those dreams about me a lot?”

You furrow your brows. It’s hard to think with him this close, the spice of his aftershave muddling your senses. “That’s…not what I meant.”

“I have those ‘dreams’ about you too. Never knew you felt the same, or I might’ve said something before.”

You’re torn between elbowing him in the ribs for his obvious air quotes and dropping to your knees at the sheer dominance he’s exuding that threatens to choke you in this tiny kitchen.

Bradley must sense your hesitation because his fingers begin rubbing soothing circles at the pulse points on your wrists.

“I could tell you what I did after I heard your gorgeous voice moaning my name,” he offers, gently, softer than you expect, given he’s spent the last five minutes barely holding back his amusement.

You nod, not trusting yourself to speak.

He trails a hand up your side, leaving goosebumps underneath the thin material of your t-shirt. “Was hard as a fucking rock, baby, you sounded so beautiful. Came in my fist thinking about how wet you must’ve been dreaming about me.”

“It wasn’t a dream,” you admit, still quiet.

He smirks at that. “I know.”

Glaring at him, there’s an accusation lacing your words. “You also knew I didn’t sleep with him last night.”

You want to smack the smug look right off his rosy cheeks when he agrees, “He doesn’t look like a Bradley.”

You don’t, though, eyes drifting to where your hands are trapped against the counter, Bradley’s weight pinning you still.

“I know what you need,” he murmurs, voice like caramel in your ears.

“And what’s that?” You fire back with a strength you don’t feel, desperately trying to maintain some semblance of control over this situation that’s rapidly spiraling.

Bradley is unphased by your attitude. “I think you know, otherwise you’d have invited him up here.”

You remain defiantly silent, hoping your expression remains blank. His mouth twitches upwards as he sees right through you.

“Why didn’t you let him come up, baby?”

You avert your eyes, uncomfortable under his intense gaze because directed at you, you’ve never seen his eyes quite like this.

Bradley isn’t exactly known for being even-keeled, his temper often flaring as he lets people get under his skin. But he’s never been like that with you, never stared at you with anything but puppy dog brown eyes.

Until now.

Now, there’s a fire lighting them up. A fire you always assumed was reserved for flying multi-million-dollar airplanes or arguing with Jake Seresin.

Despite that, his voice is eerily calm when he hooks a finger under your chin, forcing your attention upwards. “Answer me, princess.”

“Knew he couldn’t give me what you can.”

Pink lips quirk up fully at that. “And how would you know that? Heard me before?”

Heat rushes to your cheeks in answer, and you find yourself fighting the urge to duck your head again.

“Did that make you jealous, baby?”

You let out a small breath and gather the last of your courage. “A little. Mostly just made me wet.”

Bradley unleashes a dry chuckle that has you running hot and cold with embarrassment before he speaks again, low and gravelly.

“Better than me. Makes me fucking angry,” he grumbles in your ear. “The thought of that idiot’s hands on you.”

It’s finally your turn to smirk, although it feels a little weak in the face of his intensity. “It’s a good thing I’ve always kept my dates away when you were home then, huh?”

Bradley’s mouth presses together in a hard line, expression turning to stone. You know you shouldn’t be proud of the way his grip tightens on your wrists, the way his nostrils flare in irritation. You take advantage of his momentary lapse to switch your positions, pressing him back against the counter.

You want nothing more than to get your mouth on him and drive every memory of other girls from his mind. You weren’t lying when you said you weren’t jealous at the time, but you can’t help the competitive part of you that wants him to know he won’t find anyone else like you.

Before you can, he grabs you by the elbows, pulling you to him for a filthy kiss. Your first kiss.

Huh.

You want to laugh, suddenly, that you were ready to have your mouth well acquainted with his cock before you even got to kiss him.

Bradley sucks in a sharp breath once you break away from his lips, eyes pools of black as he notices you trying to move to the floor. “Gonna get on your knees and take care of me?”

“Well, I have to make sure you forget those girls somehow,” you tease, sliding your hands across his abs as you shift downwards.

“If I had thought for a second I could have you instead they never would’ve made it past the front door.”

You roll your eyes at him for patronizing you but busy yourself tugging down the zipper of his flight suit instead of saying something that’ll get you in trouble.

Mouthing at his hardening cock over his boxer briefs, your fingers toy with his waistband but don’t pull them down. You’re fighting back a giggle, giddy and feeling pretty proud of yourself as you listen to his breath catch, as you see his hands grip the counter behind him.

When he opens his mouth there might as well be ice in his breath, a warning in his tone that sends shivers straight to your core. “Don’t tease me, baby, you’ll regret it.”

You acquiesce, pressing your lips together to hold in a smile, thinking it’ll go unnoticed but Bradley’s eyes flare anyways.

“Was gonna be sweet to you,” he drawls. “But I don’t think that’s what you want. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be trying to rile me up.”

Your eyes are stuck on where he strains against his black briefs, words becoming harder and harder to form the longer you perch on the tile floor.

He runs a strong finger across your jaw and you swallow hard in anticipation. “Harder to tell me than it is to push and try my patience, isn’t it?”

All you can manage is a tiny nod.

“Answer me,” Bradley says again, but this time the words are harsh, steel bracing his tone. "Use your words, princess."

You bite your lip, trying not to moan at the hand he’s busy tangling in your hair. He notices, because of course he does, and tugs, pulling the words from you.

“No, sweet is not what I want,” you whisper, blinking up at him slowly.

He grins at that, and you shudder at how mean, how mischievous that expression looks.

Bradley grabs your hands, placing them on his thighs. “Pinch here if it’s too much. If any of it’s too much.”

You raise your eyebrows at him but nod again, more confident this time, licking your lips eagerly.

The bastard laughs. You’re a little sheepish at the way the sound makes you clench around nothing.

“Should’ve known you’d be desperate for a cock in your throat.”

You try not to shift too obviously at his words, unable to stay still as you ignore your own need.

He pulls himself out and your eyes widen at the sight. Your first thought is how sore your jaw is going to be tomorrow.

Your second is that you do not care one bit as long as you get your mouth on him immediately.

Unmoved by the impatience playing itself out across your forehead, Bradley’s other hand goes back to your chin, thumb roughly pushing in to pry your lips apart. You hollow your cheeks around his finger, fluttering your lashes and making a show of it, pride swelling in your chest when he groans.

Your mind has all but turned off as his thumb retreats so he can replace it with his cock, and your tongue darts out to lick his slit, following down to drag across the vein on the underside.

The hitch in his breath almost makes you regret your hands frozen in place on his muscular thighs, lamenting letting him take the lead completely, fire burning deep within you to take him apart with your mouth.

There’s always next time.

Next time, you think wildly, hoping to whatever higher power there’s an unlimited number of next times that’ll make permanently altering your friendship worth it.

Meeting his eyes, they’re darker than you’ve ever seen them, and you can’t help the muffled whimper that leaves you as you feel him sliding deeper, relaxing your jaw as best as you can as he builds a steady rhythm.

It’s probably better like this anyways; lips stretched around his thick length, spit pooling messily at the corners of your mouth, tears forming as he presses himself in, in, in, choking you.

It’s got to be better like this; on your knees, Bradley’s fingers tangled in your hair, your panties ruined where slick pools between your thighs, each thrust driving every remaining thought from your head.

It’s definitely better like this; Bradley fucking your mouth with abandon and making you take it, watching the sinful curl of his lips through blurry, glassy eyes, the struggle to breathe settling something that’s been aching in the back of your brain for months now.

“Not gonna last very long,” he warns, hand drifting down to the front of your neck, hips stuttering ever so slightly when he feels the bulge of his cock there.

That’s hot as fuck, you think hazily amidst the fuzz inside your head. Whether it’s the fact that he can see himself in your throat, the lack of oxygen going to your head, or him being on the edge so quickly - you don’t know.

You don’t care. Nothing exists beyond the weight of his cock on your tongue, his rough thrusts in and out making your clit beg for attention.

“The way you look right now—fuck, you were made to be on your knees with my cock in that pretty mouth, weren’t you, baby?”

It should be demeaning, but all it does is make you press your thighs together to quell the heat lighting itself through you, searching for some sort of relief.

Bradley shifts back until the tip is left in, only the distressed whine you let out keeping him from pulling out completely. You push back down, as much as you can with him still holding on tight.

His jaw slackens in surprise, a groan rumbling from his chest. “Greedy little slut, aren’t you? Gonna take all of me, want my cum down your throat?”

All you can manage is a pathetic mewl in response, eyes desperate and pleading.

Rhythm faltering, he pumps into your mouth just a few more times before cumming with a shudder. Your hands flex against the green material beneath them as you swallow around him, salt on your tongue.

“You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on, a fucking wet dream,” Bradley pants after he’s ridden out his high, pulling you up from the floor and against his chest.

In a show of brute strength, he hooks his arms under your legs and carries you swiftly across the short distance to your room, laying you down on your soft baby blue comforter. You’re so taken aback that you don’t even think to complain about him wearing his gross flight suit in your bed.

His chest is still rising and falling rapidly as he arranges you next to him and frustratingly does not touch anywhere that Jesus wouldn’t approve of, instead massaging your sore knees with affectionate, gentle sweeps of his fingers.

You’re trying not to rub your thighs together too obviously, trying to give him time to recover without letting the need thrumming through you take over.

Bradley drops a kiss on your forehead and rolls over to the other side of the bed. “Alright, baby, goodnight.”

Your jaw, even sore as it is already, drops in surprise, outrage plain as day on your face as you grab his shoulder in protest. When you roll him back over to you, he’s shaking with silent laughter, eyes crinkling at the edges.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you,” Bradley coos, condescension filling the air between you as he presses you back onto the pillows, thumbs moving to smooth out the angry lines on your face. “Hope you slept in this morning, it’s gonna be a long night.”

[gennyanydots]

Be My Escape

Past asshole boyfriend Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x f!reader

Future Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x f!reader

Part 2/3

Catch up on part 1 here

Part 3

Masterlist

The following day, your parents drove you and your things the whole way to your new school, The University of Virginia. You were thankful that, that had always been the plan so you could secretly cry the whole way in the backseat. Even though you were the one to breakup with Jake, you knew that it was harder on you. It was always going to be. You had real feelings for him, you doubt he paid you much mind at all. Clearly didn’t think well enough of you to not cheat on you and lie to you.

Your cousin met you at your summer dorm and helped you and your parents move your things in. Your parents couldn’t take any time off from work so they had to leave almost as soon as you were unpacked but they wouldn’t miss taking their baby girl to college for anything so they did what they would. They knew you’d be in good hands with Russel. Your mom was practically sick with worry to leave you, but Russ assured her that he would take good care of his “baby sister”. His friends would too. Nothing like what happened in high school would happen in college. He’d make sure of it.

As soon as your parents left, Russ made you pack an overnight bag so he could take you to his apartment. He said there was no way he could leave you alone in your dorm to wallow. He wasn’t about to let you cry alone in the dark over some asshole that he really wants to kick the shit out of.

Russ told you he warned his roommate that he was bringing his favorite cousin home to the apartment and apparently let on that you had just had a very bad breakup and might be in a less than fun mindset. That made you roll your eyes. Just what you wanted. Someone to feel bad for you.

When you arrived at the apartment, his roommate was nowhere to be found. He left Russ a note on the coffee table saying that he cleaned his bedroom, including his bedding, for you to stay in and that there was ice cream in the freezer for you and a box of popcorn on the counter for all the sad movies you might want to watch per breakup tradition.

You gave Russ a questing look before he shrugged at you.

“That’s just the way he is. He’s my best friend but he would have done that sort of thing for anyone. He hates it when people are upset,” Russ explained and you nodded.

“Please thank him for me,” you said as Russ walked you into his roommate’s room. True to their word the bedroom looked immaculate. Nothing on the floor. The dresser was tidy. The bed was made. It even smelled clean.

“Do you want to rest or anything or should I get some pizza?” Russ asked as he leaned against the door frame and pulled out his phone.

You shrugged, “Maybe order the pizza and I’ll lay down until it gets here?”

Russ nodded and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

You let out a big breath. Well. Here you were. Stayed away from everything you knew.

A couple of your friends had texted you this morning about what Jake got up to the night before but you didn’t care. You didn’t want to waste any more mental energy on him. He made his feelings quite clear.

Plus you’re sure you can find someone much better here to date, though the bar is so low that almost anyone would be better than Jake.

You shook your head a little to get rid of your thoughts. No more Jake. He doesn’t exist anymore.

You decided to quietly snoop through Russ’s roommate’s things. Not opening drawers or anything, that would be an invasion of privacy, just looking at the things around the room.

A few pictures were on the dresser. One of two men with their arms wrapped around each other, one lighter haired man with a mustache and one darker haired man who was much shorter than the other man. Another picture of the same mustached man with a little blonde boy both of them grinning from ear to ear at the camera. A third picture was of a curly haired boy with a blonde woman, both scrunching their noses at each other.

A few text books and a notebook laid out on the desk. Nothing too interesting.

You sat down in the desk chair and rip out a blank piece of paper. You might as well thank Russ’s roommate yourself.

You write:

“Dear Russel’s Roommate,

Thank you very much for everything you did for me. You are incredibly sweet and I really appreciate it all.

- Y/N”

Past that first night you spent a fair amount of time at Russell’s apartment. His roommate always seemed to be gone. Either working or in class or at another friend’s house.

Russ explained that his roommate didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable here. He wanted to make sure this was a safe space for you. If you planned on staying over there was always clean sheets on the nicely made bed. And ever since you started with it, there was always a note to you. If you weren’t staying over it would be on the coffee table with your name on it.

You tried to tell him that he could hang out with you guys too but he never said anything about it in his notes to you. Oftentimes the notes would be a corny joke or two. Sometimes they would just say that he hoped you had a wonderful day because you deserved to.

All summer it was like that.

When the new semester hit you were much busier than you had been in the summer. You took more classes. You got involved. You made friends. The time you spent at Russ’s apartment was less and less. Russ would always make sure to see you at least once a week but as strange as it seemed you missed his roommate despite never actually meeting him.

You decided the next time you went over to leave your number for him. A big step in your kinda sorta friendship.

So that Thursday when you went over that’s exactly what you did. You left your number.

When you were back in your dorm that night, slightly feeling a little anxious about the whole ordeal despite your roommate telling you it wasn’t that big of a deal, you got a text from a number you didn’t know.

It said, “what happens when you get soap in your mouth when you’re singing in the shower?”

You responded with, “Umm I don’t know.”

“It becomes a soap opera!”

And from that day forward you received some sort of terrible joke daily.

“I don’t know what the best thing about Switzerland is but the flag is a big plus.”

“I don’t trust those trees on campus. They seem shady.”

“I know a joke about chemistry but I don’t think it’ll get a reaction.”

By October you still hadn’t met Russ’s roommate but you did talk to him a lot. Outside of his daily jokes he always tries to check in with you to see how you’re doing, how classes are going, if you need anything.

You were with Jake for two years and he never did this kind of stuff and you barely knew this guy.

When Halloween weekend arrived, your own roommate decided to drag you to a party. You both decided it would be fun to dress up as tourists complete with Hawaiian shirts, leis, and fanny packs.

When you told Russ what you were dressing up as he laughed really hard. You weren’t sure why. Yeah your costume was funny but it definitely wasn’t THAT funny.

This was your first bigger college party. It was at one of the fraternity houses that your roommate’s boyfriend was in.

Being the shy kid in high school you hadn’t gone to too many parties, not that Jake would take you to them anyway, but you were having fun at this one. Your roommate and you both drank a couple drinks and mostly just spectated together. You two watched all the drunken shenanigans together until eventually she was whisked away by her boyfriend. She made you promise though not to leave the house without her, her boyfriend already had told you both he would be walking you both back, though you’re pretty sure your roommate would just be stopping by the dorm to grab some things before heading back out with him. You appreciated the gesture nonetheless.

Even without your spectating buddy you continued watching everything that was going on while sipping on a drink.

It didn’t take too long before someone sidled up to you.

“Hey look! We match!” A voice said from beside you.

You look and lo and behold the man next to you was wearing a very similar Hawaiian shirt along with a pink tutu. He was taller than you. Light brown curly hair. Cute boyish smile. Vaguely familiar mustache that you can’t quite figure out why it’s familiar to you.

“Ave Ventura?” You asked while gesturing to the tutu.

He chuckled and nodded, “You win a gold star. Pretty sure only one other person guessed my costume right.”

“Clearly these partygoers have poor taste,” you said with a giggle.

He nodded, “Agreed. Uncultured swine. All of them.”

“Maybe not that far…”

“You sure? I watched someone chug a beer, throw up, and then went back to chugging beer,” he said pointedly.

“I don’t think today is a good day to base opinions on people. Pretty much everyone is running around like a hooligan,” you said as you gestured to the party.

He chuckled and nodded, “You’re right. However, there are at least two non-hooligans. What’s that say about us?”

You shrugged, “I’m not sure.”

“I am. We’re clearly in the right and making sound decisions with our lives.”

“You sure? I’m drinking underage,” you said as you sipped your drink.

“Yeah you and everyone else. Plus, my uncle snuck me beers as soon as I turned 16 as long as I didn’t let my mom know.”

“For shame!” You said with a laugh.

He shrugged and laughed, “She probably knew. Not much got past her. I never got away with anything.”

“I never really tried to get away with anything. I was perfectly content doing what I was supposed to.”

He smiled, “Nothing wrong with that. Rebellion isn’t always what it’s cracked up to be. I’m a rule follower. Now more so than then.”

You nodded, “It’s easier that way.”

“Agreed,” he said then turned a little bit more towards you and held out his hand. “Bradley Bradshaw. I don’t think we’ve ever met.”

You look him up and down and grinned, “Not officially but I’ve been in your bed a time or two.”

He blushed and scratched the back of his head, “I’m really sorry. I really don’t do that often. I don’t remember you and I do apologize. I haven’t done that in a long, long while.”

You shook you head and laughed, “Not like that. Maybe this will help. I used to be addicted to soap but I’m clean now.”

You watched as Bradley’s face broke out into a grin, “I should have known it was you.”

You smiled back at him, “Oh? And how should you have known?”

Bradley shrugged, “You and Russ look kinda similar but also this was the first conversation all night I enjoyed and the only other person I’ve recently been loving conversations with is this one girl who keeps sleeping in my bed.”

“That sounds mildly inconvenient for you. Her sleeping in your bed.”

He shook his head, “Can’t say that I mind it one bit. After she sleeps in my bed, my pillow always smells like her. I mean that in the least creepy way possible. It just smells really good and I like it a lot.”

You blushed and laughed, “Well, that’s a new one. Can’t say anyone’s ever told me they liked when I sleep in their bed because I smell good.”

Bradley shrugged, “They’re missing out. And they’ll continue to miss out. If you sleep in someone else’s bed I’ll pout.”

“I wouldn’t want to make you sad,” you said with a giggle.

“Glad we’re in agreement. Only my bed. And your bed. But maybe I could take you out and eventually lay in that bed together. For sleeping. Not for other things. Unless you wanted to do other things. And were completely comfortable doing those things. With me. I would never push you for things you weren’t comfortable with. I’m not like that at all. And I would never treat you like however your asshole ex did. Russ didn’t tell me. Just told me that if he ever set foot on campus we had to beat him up. Should I have told you that? I don’t think so. Oh God. I’ve fucked this up. Shit. I’m sorry.”

You laughed and put a hand on his arm, “Relax. I would love to go out with you sometime. And then we’ll see what happens down the line. And if my ex sets foot on campus you can beat him up. I’m 100% okay with that.”

Bradley took a deep breath letting it out slowly, “Okay. Great. I’m very excited. Not for the beating up thing. Wait. Yes I am. I would be very excited for that. If he didn’t treat you right then it’s my duty to beat him up. Protect your honor and what not. Unless you didn’t want me to protect your honor and you wanted to do it. Then I would support you. I really need to stop talking. I just don’t think I can. This is the most nervous I’ve been around a girl in a long time. Since like puberty. And that was a while ago. Stop talking, Bradley.”

You laughed, “You’re cute. You don’t have to stop talking.”

He blushed, “I don’t? I’ll talk forever if that’s what you’d like.”

“Sounds good, Bradley,” you said with a smile and reached up and kissed his cheek.

“Do you think I could walk you home later? I’d like to make sure you’re safe and sound. Never know what’s lurking about on Halloween.”

“I would love that.”

Part 3

[sjsmith56]

Second Date

Summary: Bucky and Holly double date with Steve and her sister, Ivy. They go to Coney Island then Steve drives them through Brooklyn before stopping at a place special to him.

Length: 4.6K

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, named OFC sisters, douchebag co-worker

Warnings: discussion of a bad date, discussion of PTSD triggers, some fun is made of the OFC names which is promptly dealt with, sad memory for Steve.

Author notes: Wasn’t sure I was going to write a sequel but enough people asked for one. No smut, pure fluff, with some sad sweetness near the end.

First Date Third Date

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Holly

The morning after my first date with Bucky Barnes I made myself a coffee then I phoned my sister, Ivy.

“Well, how did it go?” she asked.

“First of all, he’s drop dead gorgeous,” I replied. “Secondly, he kisses very well and thirdly, he’s a gentleman. It was one of the best dates I’ve ever been on.”

There was a little sound of wistfulness in her voice.

“I’m jealous,” she sighed. “I had to listen to my roommate calling her latest boyfriend Daddy all night, and I mean all night.”

“Well, we may have discussed the possibility of a double date with you and Steve Rogers.”

“You didn’t,” said Ivy. She waited for me to say I was joking. “You really did? Oh my God! You’re my favourite sister.”

“I’m your only sister,” I reminded her. My phone vibrated indicating a text message. “Hold on, I got a text.”

Him: Good morning pretty girl. I brought up a double date with Steve. He’s game, if your sister is.

Me: I’m just on the phone with her. I’ll call you back.

“Well, guess what?” I asked my sister. “That was Bucky. Steve Rogers is up for a double date with you, me and him.”

I had to put the phone away from my ear as Ivy literally screamed. It was obvious she thought a double date with Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes was a good idea. After several moments of me not saying anything while she calmed down her voice finally came back.

“When is the date?” she asked, her voice sounding a little scratchy, no doubt due to the fangirl screaming she just did. “Where will we go?”

“Didn’t get that far in the text conversation,” I replied. “I’m guessing as soon as possible, and we could go anywhere that doesn’t involve heights.” I could feel her disappointment through the phone. “What?”

“I’ve always wanted to go on a date to Coney Island,” she said. “You know, the rides, the lights, the sounds, the gorgeous man on my arm that wins me a prize at the shooting gallery.”

“What are you, 14?” I asked, surprised that Ivy would suggest an amusement park. “It might be too intense for Bucky. He said himself he doesn’t do too well in crowded spaces.”

“Forget I said it,” she huffed, her breath so loud I could hear it over the phone. “I have to go to work. Just make sure that wherever we go is fun. You know how I feel about going somewhere fancy.”

I did know. It was something that still bothered her.

“Alright, I’ll talk to Bucky, and we’ll figure something out, I promise. Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

We ended the call and I sat for a moment then dialled Bucky. As soon as I heard his voice I wanted to melt. If honey could be transformed into a sound, I’m sure it would sound just like him. Quickly I told him that she wanted the date and that she wanted to go to Coney Island. There was no response for a moment, and I was sure that I had just thrown the biggest bucket of ice water at someone who was trying to be nice. If it was only that simple.

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Bucky

“Coney Island?” Shit. I hadn’t been there since 1943. “Why Coney Island?”

“It all boils down to a date that Ivy had with a guy,” she said.

“Hold on, your sister’s name is Ivy? You’re Holly and Ivy, like the Christmas song?”

There was silence on the other end of the line, and I figured I had just put the kibosh on the whole thing. Then I heard a sigh and Holly’s voice.

“Yes, we were named after the Christmas song because we were born a year apart during Christmas week,” she replied, obviously tired of having to repeat her spiel. “Our parents thought it was cute to name me Holly, so that I would always have a song that was just about me. Then Ivy was born almost exactly a year later, and they thought it would be even cuter to name her that. That way, no one would ever forget our names and we would be linked forever as besties.”

I could feel the irritation through the phone as she obviously had to explain this many times over. “I like your name,” I offered. “Ivy is a pretty name, too. I’ll fill Steve in, so he doesn’t bring it up when he meets her. Now tell me about this date that Ivy had. He didn’t try anything did he?”

Holly sighed. “No, quite the opposite. It was a guy she worked with, Jeff. They flirted back and forth, and she thought he really liked her. He asked her out, told her to get dressed up really nice as he was going to take her to a fancy place. They show up at the restaurant and there’s another couple already at the table. A beautiful woman and her brother, her socially inept brother. Ivy wasn’t Jeff’s date … she was brought to be the brother’s date. He had no idea how to behave around people and it turned into the date from hell. The worst part was that Jeff and the sister ditched them both, leaving them to pay for the meal. The brother didn’t have enough money and Ivy had to pay for it on her credit card. Jeff never did pay her back and she felt so humiliated that she quit that job.”

Talk about being floored. That dumbass of a co-worker totally set up Ivy to be with the brother, then he left her to foot the bill.

“Where did she work?” I asked, ready to go over there right away and set this Jeff guy right.

“You offering to go over and kick his ass?” asked Holly.

“Well, yeah,” I answered. “I hate guys like that. So does Steve.” She told me. “Alright, we’ll take care of Jeff and we’ll set up the date. I can’t promise it will be Coney Island, but we’ll try to make it happen, okay?”

After hanging up I went to the common area in the Tower. Steve looked at me from where he was going over some papers.

“Well, are we going out?” he asked, his excitement barely contained. “What’s she like?”

“I haven’t met her,” I said. “But she wants to go somewhere specific, and you might not like it.” By this time several of the others there were listening in and watching us. “Coney Island.”

To say that his eyes almost rolled off of his face and onto the floor wouldn’t be too much of an exaggeration. Neither one of us had any real objection to Coney Island. Hell, we’d been there enough times when we were kids and had a ball, except for when Steve threw up on the roller coaster. It was more than that. The sounds, the crowds, the pure chaos that an amusement park could be was a bit much for us to handle. If we were on a mission, we could tune that sort of stuff out and deal with the task at hand but in a non-mission setting it was something else entirely.

“Why Coney Island?” he asked, almost afraid of the answer.

I told him about Jeff and the fancy restaurant date. His eyes grew darker as I explained how that fancy date had traumatized her. The others had been listening in and I could tell they weren’t impressed with Jeff, the lying asshole co-worker, either. It was then that Sam had to open his big mouth.

“Wait a second,” said our supposed friend. “Your girlfriend’s name is Holly, and her sister is Ivy?” He literally giggled. “That’s hilarious.”

I explained about them being born a year apart during Christmas week and how their parents thought it would be cute.

“You, of all people, shouldn’t be making fun of their names … Uncle Sam,” glowered Steve.

“I wasn’t ….”

The place erupted with everyone arguing over making fun of names until we were all surprised when Tony jolted all of us with an ear-blasting whistle. It was impressive.

“No more making fun of people’s names,” he said, then waved his hands at us. “I know, I’m not much better with the nicknames I give people, but Holly and Ivy are pretty names, and they had no choice in being given them. We get the giggles about them over and done with this moment. Now, about Coney Island.” He looked seriously at me and Steve. “It’s the PTSD part, isn’t it? The noise, the lights, the crowds?” We both nodded. “Good thing I’m a billionaire and a genius inventor. I can make Coney Island open only to us, the Avengers and the support staff. It’s about time we had a fun night out at an amusement park. For you two, I can come up with an earpiece that filters out the frequency of sounds that might trigger you. I can also come up with a filter in either glasses or contact lenses that will block the lights from seeming too bright. We can have it all ready to go by say Friday?”

“Yes Mr. Stark?”

The AI replied to Tony saying her name even though he meant the day (I know it’s an it but with her voice it was just easier to think of it as her). We all roared as he shook his head then a gleam hit his eye. He asked the AI to confirm if Jeff still worked at the same location. Then he asked her to book all of Coney Island for a private party on Friday, cost no object. Finally, he asked her to begin designing earpieces for Steve and me (he used the nicknames Capsicle and Manchurian Candidate but that was Tony) that blocked a certain frequency of sound, and contact lenses for both of us, that would mute the effects of flashing lights. He also asked Steve and me to wait on dealing with Jeff.

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Wednesday

Bucky

“Mr. Barnes, Mr. Rogers,” said Friday. “Mr. Stark would like to see you in the boardroom. He has a visitor who is applying for a position and would like your assistance with the interview. He said to drop what you were doing and come immediately.”

We were sparring in the gym and looked at each other, a visible smile on Steve’s face that was likely matched by the smile on mine. Together we went to the boardroom and could see through the glass wall that Tony was chatting amiably with a guy dressed up in a suit. In we walked, wearing our workout clothes, still dripping with sweat. Nervously, the guy stood up, holding his hand out to each of us. We shook it, both of us squeezing it a little harder than we should, but hell, he shouldn’t have been a douchebag (that is the term that Sam used) to Ivy.

“Wow, Captain America and the Winter … Bucky Barnes,” he said, realizing his mistake as I glared at him. “It’s an honour.”

“Gentlemen, this is Jeff Leeman,” said Tony. “The recruitment firm brought him to my attention, and I thought you would both like the opportunity to join the interview before I make a decision on his position. Perhaps you have a question about how he would handle certain situations.”

“Sure,” said Steve, playing Mr. Nice Guy. “We do have a lot of female staff, plus several different ethnicities including aliens. How are your interpersonal skills in dealing with a diverse and inclusive workforce?”

“Oh, top notch. I’m all for shattering the glass ceiling, being supportive of women in the workplace as well as those with disabilities or disadvantages, either physically or otherwise.”

“That’s good to hear,” I interjected. “We’ve been burned in the past by people who claimed the same qualities then a deeper search of their work history or social media posts uncovered a pattern of subtle abuse that if we had caught sooner would have definitely negated them being offered a position. You have nothing like that in your past, do you, Mr. Leeman?”

“N-no, nothing like that,” he answered slowly, then he looked left towards the exit before grimacing subtly, all signs of lying that I was very aware of. “I’m a very supportive coworker, honest without being cruel, um, understanding, professional in all of my dealings.”

Tony nodded his head sagely, briefly making eye contact with me. I almost laughed because I could read Tony as well. He was just about at his limit with this guy.

“I would like to give you a scenario,” said Tony. “Seeing as how you would be in our Human Resources department. Say you had a man at an interview, and he claimed that he was honest, trustworthy, honourable, considerate … you get my drift, right?” Jeff nodded nervously. “Then while you were doing your due diligence, being the good HR employee that I, and the rest of the Avengers would expect, you learned something disturbing about that man. What would you do?”

Jeff was really looking nervous now and I could see and smell, a sheen of fine sweat on his forehead. I decided to turn up the heat.

“Say for example, you learned he asked a coworker at his current position out, after spending time flirting, being courteous, and building an expectation of a relationship.” Jeff was beginning to look green. “Then he took her to a fancy restaurant where they met another couple, a brother and sister, say. Only then did he make it clear to his coworker that she wasn’t his date, she was meant for the slob currently sitting with the woman.”

“It was a joke,” he stammered.

Steve slammed his hand down on the table, surprising both me and Tony.

“It wasn’t a joke to her,” he growled. “Then you had the audacity to ditch her, leaving her with a strange man, without paying the bill.” He got up out of his seat and leaned towards Jeff. “Guys like you make me sick. Do that again to anyone and I hear about it will make me angry. In the words of my friend, the Hulk, you wouldn’t like me when I’m angry. Get out now before I change my mind about letting you go.”

I don’t think I ever saw a normal human run as fast as Jeff did to the elevators, pounding away on the button for it in a panic, even though it should have opened automatically. I think Tony just wanted to watch Jeff lose it. Tony brought up the security camera link inside the elevator car on a visual display and we watched Jeff cowering in the corner, then making a beeline for the doors to the street when he left the elevator. As soon as Jeff was out on the street Tony turned to both of us with his smirk.

“That was a lot of fun,” he said. “Now, for Friday night. The park is ours from 7 pm to 11 pm, ending with a big fireworks display, which I’m guessing you will both want to skip. The people enjoying the park with us will be fellow Avengers and support staff with their families. They’ve all been warned to pretend they don’t know you.” He shrugged. “Whether they listen to me is another matter. The earpieces and contact lenses will be ready tomorrow. You can borrow the Lexus SUV to pick up and drive your dates. Whether you bring them back here or whatever is up to you. Personally, I’m looking forward to taking my two best girls to the amusement park. Should be fun.”

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Friday

Holly

The knock on my door was right on time. I opened it to see Bucky wearing a dark green leather jacket, black T-shirt and jeans. He must have got a haircut as well as it was definitely shorter, but he still looked amazing. As I picked up my jacket, he just kind of smiled at me in a different way.

“What?” I asked, looking down at what I was wearing. “Do I have some food stains on me?”

“No,” he grinned. “You look incredible. I’ll have the prettiest girl on my arm at Coney Island.”

I could feel my cheeks heat up at the compliment as I wasn’t used to it. Holding my jacket just right he helped me on with it then placed his hands on my shoulder and leaned close to my ear.

“You look good all the time.”

His voice was so soft that I almost turned into a puddle right then and there. I don’t know if it was because he was from the 1940s when dating was something different, but I didn’t care. I really liked how he made me feel. After locking up and taking the elevator down we stepped out to where a Lexus SUV was double parked. Opening the back door, he helped me in then sat next to me in the back seat.

“Holly, this is Steve,” he said, nodding his head to the driver, clad in a black leather jacket and T-shirt.

With a voice that was silky smooth the big man at the wheel turned around and flashed me an incredible smile.

“Pleased to meet you,” he said, then gestured to a display on the vehicle. “Just say your sister’s address and Friday will plot the directions.”

“Friday?” I asked.

A female voice greeted me and asked for Ivy’s address. I gave it to her … it … and suddenly a course was shown on the display on the dashboard. Putting the car into gear Steve began driving, asking me generic questions while looking at me through the rear-view mirror. I had seen him on TV and in newspaper articles but seeing him in person was something else. Ivy was definitely not going to believe how good looking he really was. When we got to her building, I started to unbuckle my seatbelt, but Bucky stopped me as Steve got out of the car.

“Steve will get her,” he said, then he put his arm around me and kissed me. “I’m looking forward to this. Haven’t been to Coney Island since 1943. There’s something you should know first.” He took a deep breath and for a moment I thought he was going to say something like he just wanted to be friends. “Steve and I both have PTSD, and it’s triggered by different things but also some similar things. The noises, lights, and crowds there are triggers. Tony invented some earpieces for us that filter out the noise, as well as contact lenses that mute the effect of the flashing lights. Both of us have issues with fireworks and the filters aren’t enough to keep us comfortable so we’ll have to leave before 11:00 when they start. I hope that’s okay.”

I didn’t really know what to say. These two big burly men, who took on some of the worst villains in the world, had fears that could be triggered by an amusement park. Instead of doing something else, they made an effort to find a way to go, just to make Ivy happy. How sweet was that?

“There’s also something else.” His voice rumbled then he took a breath. “We kind of had an encounter with Jeff. We didn’t hurt him or even touch him other than a handshake. Just had a talk with him about playing with women’s hearts and humiliating them for fun. Tony was there and well; it was pretty damn satisfying to see Jeff almost pee his pants trying to get out of the Tower.”

“You did that for Ivy?” I asked. “You haven’t even met her! For all you know she could be a complete b….”

Bucky squeezed my hand to interrupt me as the passenger side door opened and Ivy got in, her face all aglow. Steve closed the door and got behind the wheel.

“Ivy, this is Bucky Barnes,” he said. “You already know Holly very well.”

She smirked then put her hand towards us and shook Bucky’s hand. “I’m pleased to meet you,” she said. “Steve told me what you and Tony Stark did to Jeff. I wish I could have seen it.”

“Actually, you probably can,” smiled Steve, with a definite twinkle in his eye. “Friday records everything.”

“I definitely want to see it,” she exclaimed, snapping her seatbelt into place. “Let’s go to Coney Island.”

Even though I made fun of Ivy for choosing the location of the date I have to admit we had a blast. It became very obvious to us that everyone else at the park had a connection to the Avengers, especially when Tony Stark himself stopped us on the boardwalk to ask if we were having a good time. It didn’t matter as we both figured if the general public were there that we would be stopped every minute for selfies or autographs. The guys themselves were attentive, making us feel like we were the centre of their world. They were also competitive, especially at the shooting gallery as they both did their best to outdo each other in winning the biggest stuffed animal. Bucky came out on top, claiming his WWII sniper experience as the winning factor.

We met up with several other Avengers at Nathan’s Hot Dogs and watched with amazement as both Steve and Bucky easily downed half a dozen hotdogs each plus several beers. Apparently, alcohol had little to no effect on them because of their metabolism. Then Bucky asked Steve if he wanted to go on the Cyclone and I thought that Captain America would fall off the seat laughing. They shared a story from their childhood of Steve throwing up while on the famous rollercoaster because he had too many hot dogs. The obvious affection the pair shared with each other was quite heartwarming to witness and I found myself making eye contact with Ivy often as it reminded us of our own relationship. I didn’t think the date alone with Bucky could be topped but this one was a lot of fun.

At 10:30 Bucky felt his phone vibrate and he gave Steve a look. With some regret they said their goodbyes to the others, and we walked out to the parking lot. By the time the fireworks started we were far enough away that we couldn’t hear or see them. As we drove the two men looked at each other via the rear-view mirror and Steve smiled.

“What do you think?” he asked. “Should we take a little trip down memory lane even though it’s changed a lot since 1943?”

Bucky nodded and held my hand as Steve drove through Brooklyn. We stopped the car a few times as they found a place that was still standing from the 1940s and told us a little story about it. Then just after midnight Steve stopped at an alleyway and turned off the car. He looked into the dark space then back at Bucky.

“It still looks the same, even in the dark,” he said, then turned to Ivy. “You’ll be safe with us, but I want to find something.”

“It won’t be there,” said Bucky. “Not after all this time.”

Steve shrugged and opened the driver’s door. He opened Ivy’s door and took her by the hand, walking into the dark alleyway. I looked at Bucky ominously.

“It’s safe, really,” he said. “I know what he’s looking for. Come on. You can put the flashlight of your phone on. The punk is probably trying to find it in the dark.”

He got out and came around to help me out the car. Fishing my phone out of my purse I turned the flashlight on then he took me by the hand, and we entered the dark space. Immediately I caught Steve and Ivy kissing, and Bucky laughed out loud. Sheepishly, Steve pulled away from Ivy then offered his hand to her. We kept walking down the dark pathway until we came to a dead end. Aiming my phone’s flashlight at the walls Steve told me to keep going up then he saw it, a glint of something metallic like a chain hanging over the edge. I couldn’t really tell what object the chain was attached to but they both knew.

“I’ll be damned,” whispered Bucky. “It’s still there. You going to get it, or am I?”

Without answering Steve stepped back a couple of spaces then leaped up to the ledge, grasping whatever it was up there and dropping back lightly on his feet. It was an impressive leap, and I know that Ivy and I were definitely intrigued. Steve opened his hand revealing a locket, covered in dirt. Using his thumb, he rubbed off what dirt he could then he gently opened it. A single tear ran down his cheek as he saw the pictures inside were still there. Bucky looked and placed his hand on Steve’s shoulder.

“All these years,” he said gently. He swallowed then looked at me. “This was his Ma’s locket. The hospital gave it to him on the day she died. As he was walking home a bunch of guys who had bullied him before chased him into this alleyway. He knew they would take it so he threw it as high as he could to keep it away from them. They beat him up and stole his wallet. I was working so I wasn’t there for him, but we tried to find a way to get to it later, coming up short every time. Eventually, we gave up, but we hoped that it would be safe there.”

“That’s incredible,” said Ivy, looking at the small pictures of his mother and father. “She’s beautiful and is that your dad?” Steve nodded. “He was a handsome man. I can see where you get your looks from.”

“I didn’t always look like this,” he smiled. “I was pretty scrawny then but thank you. I’m … I’m just happy I found it again and I only found it because I was out on a date with you.” She put her hand on his shoulder, beaming at him. With a cleansing breath he closed the locket and placed it in his pocket. “Let’s get out of here and go for a drink or something. I know I could use one.”

We found a nice quiet little bar and stayed there for a couple of more hours as Steve and Bucky shared stories of growing up in Brooklyn. Ivy and I shared some stories of our childhood and youth as well, proving that some things, like growing up with your best friend, were universal. When the bartender announced last call, we reluctantly left and headed for the car. Steve dropped me off at my place where Bucky looked at me with a question in his eyes. I smiled back, leaving it up to him if he was coming up or not.

“I’ll see you later, Steve,” he said. “Ivy, it was fun.”

We didn’t do anything, other than kiss, but I did fall asleep in his arms and woke up in his arms several hours later. A text from Steve to Bucky said that he and Ivy were going out to a familiar diner for breakfast, so we cleaned up and waited for them to come get us. It was the longest second date I ever had but was also now officially the best date ever. Even better, I think I was falling in love.

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decaf

i'm giving up caffeine as a barista, i say just having finished my fave energy drink (C4 pink starburst, although the sugar free rockstars from the dollar tree have me in a chokehold.)

to begin my journey of giving up caffeine, i figure that i would give some background to why i started drinking it:

I made this lil collage to show what the vibes were ^^ but the first time i tried an energy drink i fell in love with, was at a lil rowing team bday party. all the top rowers in one place with the lames left out. we watched holes, we went through loaves of bread to make toast. all the sudden, one of the only kids who is able to drive announces he is going to go get bang energy drinks and there are like 10 options to pick from. If you know me, you know i am a big birthday cake ice cream girl, or a big white chocolate girl. When I want sweet? I want foo-foo. So of course I got either the unicorn or the cotton candy flavor. If you know bangs, you know that they have quite the caffeine conent. 🔫 300 mg is like 5 cups of coffee all in one super sweet drink. I loved it!!

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Energy drinks become a special occasion thing. On nights I was going to stay up late with my friends and play jack box, I would walk slowly through the energy drink aisle, deciding which flavor I wanted to remember the evening by. I got to college and I found that having an energy drink could help me stay up late when I would procrastinate til the last minute. I have fond memories of those all nighters spent with a bang in hand. But usually a weird coconut flavored one because the dollar tree only had weird ones. Also the dining hall having diet pepsi made it real easy access.

THEN me and my partner discovered coffee dates. There is nothing like trying a new handcrafted coffee drink, trading drinks, and deciding who got the better one. I can only describe those times as romanticizing easy mode. The world around us disappeared except for us, our drinks, and the bathrooms. Ever since then I have been a coffee fan. You can't beat a morning latte to accompany you with your phone time. You can't beat another coffee after lunch to combat your afternoon energy crash.

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But what can beat me? An innocent text from a friend giving me bloating tips. I'm not sure if it is in my head, but lately I have been noticing my eye bags more and I have been finding more lines in my skin. Now I think aging is beautiful and all, but when my roommate shared today that caffeine could be the cause of that?? You better believe I am taking matters into my own hands.

Not only does caffeine raise stress levels in people in general, but it can cause your body to retain water because it dehydrates you. It raises your blood pressure, and it can mess with your sleep cycles so bad. And I need to take what I can get with those sleep cycles because of my 4:30am shifts.

I just wanted to blog an update about me giving up caffeine since I drink a LOT so it's gonna be quite the journey. I hope blogging about it will keep me motivated and if it goes well, perhaps it's a message someone else is meant to hear. I tried giving it up for a few weeks my junior year of college and I lasted two weeks with some crazy withdrawals before I gave in. So I am not sure what the future holds but here we are.

[blizzardfluffykpop]

A New Beginning

Summary: Your partner breaks up with you, and your roommate does everything to help you grieve the loss. 

Oneshot

Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Mentions of an ex-relationship, Roommates to Lovers au

Word Count: 2,251

Changkyun (I.M) X Reader

Requested: For the Christmas prompts, can I ask number 10 with changkyun please? Thank you <3

Prompt: 10. “You want to watch sappy hallmark movies together?” “Eh, why not?” 

[A/n: The movies are not a real-- as far as I know– I pulled them out of my magic hat. “AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES” sorry I had to get it out of the way. Honestly, did not expect this one to be 2000 words– considering the day before I didn’t even have an idea for this. But it absolutely got away from me, and I love it. I hope you do too.]

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Time changes all, one minute you’re happy and healthy. Next, you’re heartbroken and not wishing to climb out of bed. If it wasn’t for your roommate, Changkyun, you’d doubt you’d even be eating a meal a day. 

Three months ago, your partner broke up with you and broke your heart into a million little pieces. Maybe things weren’t always amazing, but you always tried to make it work. Your schedules were conflicting a lot, and the little moments you did share, never seemed to be enough. But you’d still try even when you were tired. You’d make an effort to see them. But sometimes, that’s not enough. At least for them, it wasn’t. That effort sometimes betrays results when the other party doesn’t want to participate. You thought things were going well, but on their side, they could only see the end. The end was coming, and you didn’t know that when they called you up and told you that they needed to talk. You invited them over, thinking it was something from work that was bothering them. For better or for worse, you were ready to help them through it all. 

When they arrived and told you they couldn’t see this continuing and weren’t giving your relationship any more chances. You thought that with all the effort you made, it would mean something. But you held yourself together, holding back your tears. You told them that you had understood and that it was for the best. And that maybe someday in the future, you could be friends again. They nodded solemnly, and with that, you parted ways. 

You cried the whole night, and when Changkyun came home, he saw you in shambles. And immediately rushed to hold you in his arms, “What’s wrong?” And you told him how your now ex-partner could no longer see you guys working out. And he held you as you cried, and when you felt sober enough, he grabbed you a pint of ice cream from the freezer and a bottle of wine. “Do you think this will help?” You smiled, choking back tears, “Y-yeah, that would be nice.” He nodded and poured you and him a glass. He handed you a spoon for the ice cream and sat with you the whole night, helping you navigate through the motions of grief. 

The next day you called off of work and rolled over. Maybe an hour later, you heard a knock on your door, “Yes?” You called, “Hey, I was wondering if you’d like to have coffee with me? And you can talk about everything?” You rubbed your eyes, remembering what had happened the previous day. He opens the door, and you realize, “Wait, aren’t you supposed to be at work?” He shrugs, “One day off won’t kill them.” You give him a small smile as he offers you his hand, “Come on, I have a whole pot brewed.” You grab his hand and throw off your blankets. Before you find your teddy bear, “I’m going to need more than a coffee to get me through this week.” He laughs and leads you downstairs, where he lets go of your hand.

And pours you both a cup of coffee, making it just the way you liked, “Tell me more about yesterday.” He prompts you after you take a sip, and you pull at the ear of your plushie, “I should have known that they were over it. They started making fewer and fewer efforts to meet me. But I just assumed they were busy. After all, our schedules are so different nowadays.” He nods, and you continue, “I thought effort didn’t betray results. I thought even though we didn’t see each other often. That they loved me as much as I loved them.” You scrunch up your nose and stare into your coffee, “A relationship is fifty-fifty, though.” He says softly, and you nod, “Yeah, I know... but I guess I just got blindsided by it. I thought maybe these past few weeks were hard on them. And that it wasn’t that they were falling out of love with me, that their work got busy. I was willing to meet them whenever they wanted. They never seemed to...” You take another sip of coffee, and your tears come out unintentionally, “I just--I just thought that. I could somehow make it work. Even if it seemed like it was, well, hopeless.” You feel his hand on top of yours. And you look up at him, “It’s okay to cry about it, you know? It’s hard, especially when you loved them that deeply. That you were willing to put in eighty percent to their twenty.” You nod, and more tears spring up. He rubs his thumb over the top of your hand. And you pull your stuffed animal in closer and cry into it. All while, Changkyun held your hand. 

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A week had gone by, and Changkyun had finally managed to drag you out of bed to get meals for the week. You were coming back from the grocery store, chatting freely with Changkyun, forgetting your grief for the merest of moments, when you spotted them sharing a milkshake with someone else and giggling. You thought maybe you were seeing things and rubbed your eyes to make sure what you were seeing was true. It was, and your hand clutched your heart on instinct. And when Changkyun caught sight of them, he was livid. They dared to break your heart and then be out on a date with someone a week later?! He grabbed the grocery bags from your hands, pulled you to his side, and gave them the finger as he walked past the window with you. When you made it home, you finally let it all out, “That’s, that’s why they didn’t put any effort? Cause they found someone better? Am I–” He quickly shook his head and put the groceries on the counter, “No, no, you’re more than enough. They couldn’t see what they had right in front of them.” You nod, throw off your coat, and collapse onto the couch, “I can’t believe it. They’ve already moved on like I was nothing. But a moment in time.” You cry into the nearest throw pillow. And when you finish letting it all out, you bring yourself to roll back over and stare at the ceiling. 

When you air out, “This would have been our first time celebrating all the holidays together.” Changkyun chimes from the kitchen, “If it makes you feel better, it’ll be our second Halloween together.” You let out a bittersweet chuckle, “Thanks, Kyun.” He joins you and hands you a water bottle, “Tear replenisher?” You shake your head with a laugh, “What do you say if all the guys come over and we have a game day together?” You nod, “I’d like that.” 

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It became easier each month, and now it’s been three months. You still have moments where you relapse and think of the lost companionship. But you don’t miss it that much, not when you have Changkyun as your roommate. Even if he’s not home all the time, your schedules line up a lot better than your ex’s and yours had. And maybe, just maybe, this Christmas would be okay without them. 

Today is one of those days when the relapse of missing them happens, and you’re crying again when Changkyun finds you in a puddle of blankets. “What’s wrong?” You sniffle, “Um,... nothing?” He shakes his head, “It’s not nothing if it’s making you cry.” You gulp, “It’s just, uh, it’s been three months.” He nods, “Already?” You sigh as he pulls you into his arms, blankets and all, “Well, what would make you feel better?” And you look away, “You’ll probably say no,...” He shrugs, “Try me.” You wipe your eyes, “You want to watch sappy hallmark movies with me?” He shrugs, “Eh, why not?” You look up, “Really?” He nods, “Of course, I’d do anything to see you smile. Even if it means watching those ‘sappy’ movies.” You push your arms out of the blankets and reciprocate his hug, “Thank you for making this easier.” He nods, “Don’t worry about it.” 

After a few minutes of sitting there, he helps you out of your pile of blankets. You keep a throw blanket wrapped around you as you follow him into the kitchen. He grabs a bag of popcorn and puts it into the microwave. As you watch him, you feel your heart skip a beat. There was no possible way you just broke up with your ex three months ago. How could you have already moved on? Well, considering the other party already moved on in a week. Maybe, it was time for you to move on too. You smile softly to yourself at the idea, and Changkyun turns around and tilts his head, “What?” You smile and shake your head, “It’s nothing. Thank you, Kyun. For taking care of me at my worst.” He smiles, “I’d do it in a heartbeat, (Y/n).” The microwave beeps, and he turns around to get the popcorn out. You let the idea fester and find the thought rather pleasant and sweet.

He pours it into a bowl, and you put butter and salt on top with your free hand. You no longer needed plushie comfort, but a blanket provided the correct amount of security as you pulled it around you tighter. Like the security Changkyun always provided, always taking care of you, although he didn’t have to, he was always there. He never seemed to mind, like a cat that lies next to you, letting you know that it loves you: in the subtlest ways. Your heart warms at the thought, and you softly put it to rest for the moment as you grab the popcorn and lead the way back to the couch. Happy to spend the rest of the supposed miserable day with your roommate. 

You grab the remote and turn on the hallmark channel, “Oh, it’s just starting!” He grins and puts a pop down for both of you, “Just in time!” He wraps himself in one of your discarded throw blankets before kicking back and relaxing, “What’s this one called?” He asks as the screen pans to a church with snow falling in front of it. You flip up the info and see the title, “Home for Christmas” he nods, “That sounds like a classic.” You grin, “Agreed.” 

You settle further into the cushions, eating a handful of popcorn at a time. The main character came home after failing to make it big in the city, always knowing she’d have to lead her parent’s bakery. But of course, something always had to be wrong, they couldn’t find the title, and if they didn’t find it, this major CEO was to buy it under their noses. Lucky for them, her childhood best friend was home for Christmas too and found it in his house. Somehow it ended up in his garage, and there they discovered their hidden feelings for each other. And just as the movie was ending. They got married at the church. 

You tear up at the movie and look over to see him sniffing and wiping his tears. Without a thought, you put the popcorn bowl on the other side of you. And bring him into your arms, “I’m so glad they were able to save the bakery and get married. After harboring feelings for each other for so long.” You agree and run your hands through his hair, “That was sweet,” You murmur, and the next movie begins. 

It’s about roommates who are too shy to admit their feelings. And after a fiasco of a past relationship, they finally reveal their feelings. You cry the most to this one, and he holds you in his arms, “I’m so glad they had each other through it all.” He nods before mumbling, “It’s kind of like us.” You agree at the thought, and he mumbles, “I think I love you.” You quickly look up at him, and he goes, “What?” He puts his hand to his face as he realizes what he just uttered, “Fuck,... I–” He gathers his thoughts for a moment, “I didn’t mean to tell you. It just slipped out. I’m so sorry. Being your friend was always more than enough for me. And whatever came with that.” You sit up and look into his eyes, “Did you mean it?” He nods and stares ahead at the tv to avoid your eyes. You take a second before carefully grabbing his hands, “Changkyun, you’re the best friend and roommate I could have ever asked for, and I realized earlier, like a few hours ago, that I have feelings for you too.” 

He nods and squeezes your hand in his. “Well, what if we try and go on a few dates and start from there?” You smile, “I’d like that.” He nods, “I would too. What about dinner tomorrow night, here?” You grin, “Perfect.” 

You guys continue watching Hallmark movies the rest of the night, becoming more and more comfortable knowing your feelings are reciprocated by the other. Even if they were relatively new to you, they meant a new beginning. And you both were ready to go on the journey, for better or for worse. You were in it together, the ninth was no longer a miserable day for you. It marked the day of a new beginning with Changkyun. 

[hockeylvr59]

Here With Me Part 16 || Taylor Makar

Author’s Note: Taylor shows off his romantic side by spoiling Kelsey for Valentine’s day and a very important person finds out about the relationship.  FC: Marina Laswick (@marooshk on instagram).

Warnings: cursing, references to sex, social drinking // Word Count: 4,329

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Fifteen

Valentine’s Day. There was no doubt that it was a cliche day but this was the first time Kelsey was experiencing it while in a relationship. Plus Taylor seemed really excited to plan something special so she was more than content to let him have free reign. 

Settling into her usual seat in medical ethics, Kelsey got herself situated for class wondering how close her boyfriend was going to cut it this morning. And just a few minutes before class was set to start he sauntered in, dropping his bag beside his usual chair before setting a coffee cup and small bag on her desk. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day Kels.” He murmured softly kissing her cheek. This was a surprise but a welcomed one and she smiled back at him, eyes soft.

“I know I already told you you don’t have to overdo Valentine’s Day but thank you.” She replied, sneaking a kiss to his jaw as well before motioning for him to sit. Though she definitely planned on drinking the iced coffee during class, the food would have to wait though it would be devoured on her way to her next class for sure. 

When they were finally dismissed by the professor, Kelsey moved to pack up her things, looking back at Taylor. 

“What time am I picking you up?” She asked just wanting to make sure that everything was set. 

“6:30.”

Nodding to herself, Kelsey bit her lip. She had been debating telling her uncle about them now knowing that things really were serious. She’d told her parents she had a boyfriend on Sunday and she’d already talked to her aunt about getting ready there tonight since all of her roommates would already be out and she’d need help with her dress. But before she did anything she wanted to make sure that Taylor was okay with it, or at least give him the chance to voice any objections. 

“I’m going to tell my uncle tonight.” She murmured as they walked out of the classroom side by side, Kelsey tossing her empty coffee cup but still holding onto the breakfast Taylor had brought her. 

Though his expression flickered with various feelings, Taylor was quiet for a moment before nodding. 

“Okay. I trust you.” 

Those four words created a warmth in Kelsey and she pressed up to kiss him softly. 

“I’ll see you tonight then.” 

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It had been a bit of a mad dash after Kelsey’s classes to get home, eat a snack, grab everything she needed for the night and get to her aunt’s to start getting ready. 

Starting with her hair, Kelsey used a curling iron to put loose waves into it. As she was doing so her aunt came to lean against the door of the spare bedroom where Kelsey had set up shop. 

“So your mom called me yesterday asking if I knew anything about this boyfriend of yours.” 

Rolling her eyes slightly Kelsey just shrugged. 

“So who is he? What’s he like?” 

“I mean you already know what he’s like. You’ve met him.” Kelsey replied vaguely, working on another segment of hair. The perplexed look on her aunt’s face just made her smile. “Taylor.” 

It took a minute for her aunt to run through the list of Taylors she knew before her eyes went wide and excitement took over her face. 

“Makar?” She asked softly just to verify and when Kelsey nodded her aunt looked even more thrilled. “Oh Kels. He’s a good one.” 

“I know.” Kelsey grinned. “And before you ask, I’m telling Greg tonight.” 

“How long?” Her aunt inquired as Kelsey finished with her hair, shaking it out a bit to get loose waves before adding a light coat of hairspray. 

“Officially, right after new years.” 

“And unofficially?” Her aunt teased softly. 

“Uh we met in mid October.” Kelsey left it at that knowing that her aunt was probably going to draw the proper conclusions on her own regardless. 

“So he’s here to stay?” Her aunt asked.

“I sure hope so.” Kelsey admitted. “Getting harder to imagine life without him.” 

“Alright well I’ll let you get yourself all glammed up for him. I’ve got to go make dinner for the brood. Let me know when you need help with the dress.” 

Thanking her, Kelsey proceeded to do her makeup keeping it light but flirty. After checking that her nails looked nice enough, Kelsey moved to grab her aunt to zip up her dress. 

After fetching her, Kelsey retreated to the bedroom and worked her way into the dress so that by the time her aunt arrived all she had to do was manage the zipper. Dress on, Kelsey slipped into some ankle height boots before surveying herself in the mirror. 

“You look beautiful.” Her aunt declared. “Though you always look beautiful.” 

Smiling, Kelsey applied a little bit of fashion tape, just to keep everything where it should be before packing up her things and heading downstairs as her uncle’s voice boomed through the house. 

“Why is Kelsey’s car in the driveway?” 

“Well hello to you too.” Kelsey declared, moving through the kitchen just to grab a small glass of water. “I needed to borrow an extra set of hands to get ready for my date with Taylor.” 

There was a long pause before her uncle spoke. 

“You have a date with one of my players?” 

“That is typically what tends to happen, especially on Valentine’s day, when you’re in a relationship with someone, yes.” 

Sipping at the water while careful of her lipstick, Kelsey peeked over her shoulder not sure whether there would be smoke coming out of her uncle’s ears or if he was just dumbstruck. 

Mostly it was a look of gears turning and as she turned around his eyebrows raised. 

“And you’re wearing that…” 

“Yes I am. Not looking for style advice thanks. When you have more than one game tie, maybe I’ll consider it.” 

Gathering up her bag of spare clothes and supplies and moving to get her coat from where she’d draped it over the island Kelsey took a breath. 

“Now I gotta go get Taylor because he told me 6:30. Thanks again Aunt Dana.” Hugging her aunt, Kelsey pulled back with a soft smile before turning to her uncle and growing more serious. 

“And Greg…so help me if you treat Taylor any differently at the rink because we’re together. He’s the most amazing person I’ve ever met and I promised him it wouldn’t happen. I don’t intend to break my promise.” 

With her warning planted, Kelsey headed out into the cold February night to go get her boyfriend and see what kind of romance he had planned for her. 

As Kelsey left their house, Dana moved to pat her husband on the shoulder comfortingly as he processed what his niece had just told him. 

“How the hell? What is happening?” 

“Your niece is fucking your first line winger, how’s that feel?” 

The glare she received from her husband only made Dana laugh and he rubbed at his head. 

“Relax. At least she’s falling in love with him and not just fucking him.” 

“Not. Helping.” 

Patting his shoulder for another minute, Dana turned to check on dinner in the oven. 

“When I told him to work on his game, I didn’t mean that game.” Her husband mumbled.

The fact that he was already half cracking jokes suggested that he was slowly coming around to the idea and Dana smiled. 

“You know he’s a good kid. And he makes Kelsey really happy. So I think you’re gonna have to get used to it.” 

Greg hung his head a bit and groaned. 

“Oh god.” 

****

When she arrived at Taylor’s apartment, Kelsey texted him to come out because she was not bearing the cold any more than she had to in this dress. 

As he slid into the car he settled a small gift bag at his feet and passed a bouquet of flowers over to her. They weren’t anything crazy but they were pretty and it was absolutely the thought and effort that mattered most. 

“Thank you Tay. They’re beautiful. But can you hold them or put them in the back?” 

Though he complied, twisting to set them in the backseat, Kelsey heard him mumbling about he couldn’t wait until he could do the driving so he could do all of this right. 

When he resettled himself, Kelsey shifted in her seat, pulling him in for a soft kiss. It didn’t matter to her that she had to pick him up, it mattered to her that he wanted to take her on a romantic date and he looked so handsome in dress pants and a pinkish or purple button down, though it was hard to tell the exact color in the lighting under his coat. 

Finding out from Taylor where they were headed, Kelsey drove while catching Taylor up on telling her uncle and assuring him that he had seemed confused but not angry. They were once again heading to Northampton but that didn’t bother Kelsey. When she pulled into the lot of the local steakhouse her eyebrows raised a bit. It definitely wasn’t the cheapest date restaurant but she wasn’t going to question Taylor on it. 

Turning the car off, Kelsey let Taylor come around to get her door and leaned into him, hugging him as she climbed out. Opening the backdoor she grabbed the small box she had tied with a ribbon along with the attached card. Only then was she ready to head inside as she saw Taylor grabbing the gift bag. 

Tucked into his side, Kelsey walked with Taylor through the cold into the restaurant where he gave his name for the reservation. Immediately they were led back to a table and Kelsey smiled as Taylor pulled her chair out for her, reaching to help with her jacket. As he draped it over her chair and moved around her front, she watched as his jaw dropped. 

“Woah…Kels you look…wow.” Though he was mostly at a loss for words, the way he was looking at her told her everything and Kelsey grinned settling into her seat. 

“Thank you. That’s a really good color on you.” She replied, setting the box onto the corner of the table. 

It wasn’t long after they sat down that a waitress came over to take their drink order and provide them with menus for the evening. 

Ordering water and a glass of wine, Kelsey looked over at Taylor and nudged his legs under the table. 

“So how was your day?” She asked softly, listening as Taylor mentioned having a bit of a rougher practice and detailed his other classes after the one they share. In return, Kelsey talked about her classes, laughing to herself when he just gave her a look of all of ‘that is going way over my head’. 

With legs still in contact under the table, Kelsey looked at the menu trying to decide what she wanted while staying towards the middle of the price spectrum because prices were already relatively high. 

It made little sense to come to a nice steakhouse and not get steak but that was all definitely at the upper end of the menu. 

When the waitress came back with their drinks, she asked if they were ready or needed more time. Kelsey still hadn’t made up her mind but before she could open her mouth to express that Taylor was stating that they were ready before ordering them both the sirloin gorgonzola done medium. 

“Taylor…” Kelsey murmured once the waitress had stepped away. 

“Kels, don't deny that’s what you really wanted. You were price tag watching and it’s Valentine’s day, I didn’t bring you here for you to pick the cheapest thing on the menu. Just relax.” 

As always, his smile was disarming and Kelsey could only sigh. Nudging her leg slightly, Taylor moved to place the small gift bag in front of her. 

“Open it.” 

Near the top of the bag was a card and when Kelsey pulled it out of its envelope she could only smile. ‘We go together like a cupcake and sprinkles.’  Opening the card itself she giggled softly because yeah this card choice was so Taylor. ‘You’re sweet and I wanna be all over you.’ Underneath was Taylor’s writing saying ‘Happy Valentine’s Day Kels.’ 

Bright smile on her face, Kelsey continued to reach into the bag, next pulling out a bag of her favorite chocolate from the grocery store. It was a sweet touch that he remembered her favorite and didn’t just pick standard chocolates. 

Finally, Kelsey’s fingers touched fabric and pulling it out revealed a UMass hockey hat. Further examination revealed a small 18 along the side and Kelsey smiled because this was her first item proclaiming even subtly that Taylor was hers. 

“I love it. Thank you.” 

Taylor looked a little relieved that though it wasn’t much that his tokens were well received and Kelsey reached across the table to squeeze his hand affectionately. 

Passing the card and box across the table to him, Kelsey motioned for him to open his present as well. 

Kelsey hadn’t gone standard Hallmark card but had instead just used blank white card stock, drawing hearts all over it before leaving a sentimental note inside. 

 Waiting with bated breath while he read, Kelsey almost jumped when Taylor moved to stand and then reached out a hand to pull her from her chair as well. Hugging him tightly, Kelsey felt moisture against her head and rubbed his back. She certainly hadn’t intended on making him cry but once again he wasn’t a man that was afraid of emotions and evidently her heartfelt message had struck a chord. 

After a moment he pulled back and Kelsey reached up to wipe his tears away before pulling him down for a soft, sweet kiss. 

“Go open your present T.” She whispered, urging him to sit back down. 

Back in her own chair she sipped at her wine as she watched Taylor open the small box. 

Inside were two pocket squares, one navy with white polka dots, the other distressed maroon and on both Kelsey had embroidered a monogram of Taylor’s initials in two different styles. 

“Kels, did you make these?” Taylor asked softly as he looked them over, fingering the fabric softly. 

“Yeah, they aren’t hard to make and I had plenty of scrap fabric so it was the embroidery that took the most time.” 

“Kels these are awesome. Seriously. Thank you.” She hadn’t been sure how her gift would go over so she was relieved that Taylor seemed to genuinely love them. 

Gifts having been exchanged, Kelsey and Taylor continued to talk about everything and nothing until their meals arrived, the steak dominating two thirds of the plate.  It all looked and smelled delicious and Kelsey knew there was no way she was going to be able to finish all of this food. 

Conversation lulled while they were eating but it was a comfortable silence that filled the space, other diners chatting providing background noise. 

When Kelsey was unable to eat anymore she pushed her plate in slightly and took a few more sips to finish off her wine. 

“God that was good.” She murmured softly, watching as Taylor put away the rest of his steak into his stomach. 

When their waitress circled back around, Kelsey asked for a box for her leftovers and Taylor took the check, whipping out a card to pay without any hesitation. 

When she returned a final time, Kelsey asked if she could do them one more favor and take a picture of them. With their waitress agreeing, Kelsey pulled out her phone and pulled the camera up before handing it over and requesting Taylor stand up beside her for a minute. Checking to see that there was at least one cute one of the photos taken, Kelsey thanked her again and moved to box up her leftovers while Taylor finished up with signing the receipt. 

Once complete, Kelsey let Taylor help her into her jacket before gathering up her purse, gift, and leftovers to head back out to the car. There she let Taylor kiss her before she settled everything inside and slid behind the wheel cranking the heat. 

“Thanks for dinner Tay. That was so good.” She declared looking over at him. 

“Glad you enjoyed it.” He replied, lacing his fingers with hers after buckling his seatbelt. Just basking in the moment for a bit, Kelsey took it all in. Sighing softly she finally spoke. “I guess we should head back to Amherst. We both have busy days tomorrow.” 

“That is true.” Taylor agreed, squeezing her hand before releasing it to let her get them safely on the road home. 

As she drove, Kelsey focused on the music playing but also the weight of Taylor’s hand against her thigh. It was warm and comforting and she couldn’t help but smile. 

“Are you okay if I post that picture on insta?” She asked softly. They weren’t hiding things but she knew that he didn’t have the biggest social media presence all the same. 

“‘Course Kels, you can share whatever you want to.” 

Nodding, Kelsey just continued to drive until she reached the parking lot for his apartment. Holding onto his hand, Kelsey twisted in her seat and motioned for him to lean in for a kiss. It was a weeknight so she wasn’t going to go up to his room but that didn’t mean that they couldn’t make out a little before he headed inside. 

As they kissed, slowly Taylor’s hand slid further up Kelsey’s thigh and she just sighed into his mouth enjoying this stolen intimacy. 

“Selfie for the road?” Taylor questioned, his voice soft as always but filled with the undertones of lust. His question caused Kelsey to nod because yeah she’d like that. The more memories with him she could capture the better. 

Letting him take it with her phone, Kelsey smiled for the camera before turning to steal one more soft kiss. 

“If you’re still at the rink when my girls have their practice I’ll see you tomorrow, if not then I’ll see you in class Thursday morning.” 

“Yeah for sure. Night Kels. Let me know when you’re home safe.” 

“Before you go can you do me a favor?” Kelsey questioned turning a bit so her back was toward him. “Can you tug my zipper down so I can get this dress off when I get home?” 

After Taylor’s deft fingers slid under her jacket to partway unzip her dress, he kissed her head and climbed out of her car grabbing his gift box and card. Kelsey watched until he was safely inside before backing out of her spot and proceeding on to her apartment where she gathered all of her things up before heading inside. 

Texting Taylor that she was home, Kelsey hung her coat up and moved to her room to strip and throw on pjs before returning to the kitchen. There she put the leftover container in the fridge and then grabbed a vase for the flowers, getting them all trimmed and settled so she could take them into her room. 

Before she could go to bed she still had to wash her face and brush her teeth but first Kelsey settled onto her bed, scrolling through the photos from tonight. There were a couple semi candid from the restaurant as they were getting ready that were hit or miss but the posed one was really cute. Taylor had gotten a cute one of them in her car and oh he’d taken one of their final kiss of the night as well. Seeing it made the butterflies swarm in her stomach and she grinned to herself. 

Opening instagram, Kelsey made a collaged story with the posed picture from the restaurant and the kiss in the car. Tagging Taylor she added “Our First Valentine’s” and posted it to her story before getting up to go about the rest of her nightly routine. 

In his room, Taylor was texting his parents after touching base with his roommates about how Kels had told their coach about them and how his date had gone with her. Taking a picture of the pocket squares he sent them off to his parents. 

Taylor: Kels made these for me for Valentine’s day. 

As he waited for their response the instagram notification of being tagged in Kelsey’s story came through and he opened smiling seeing that she had used the one of them kissing softly. Screenshotting her story, Taylor sent it off in his text thread to his parents as well, knowing that they’d want to see the photos from tonight too. 

Within a minute or two a text from his cousin was coming in, making Taylor chuckle. 

Mark: Dude your gf is posting about you on her stories. 

Taylor: I know. I told her she could. 

Mark: Aren’t you worried someone will see and tell Carvy? 

Taylor: Considering Kels already told him nah. 

Mark: Wait what. She told your coach? 

Taylor: Yeah before picking me up for dinner tonight. So hopefully I’m not dead at practice tomorrow. She said he just seemed confused though. 

Mark: Welp. Good luck dude. 

Mark: Guess death might be worth it though with her looking like that. 

Taylor: She looked incredible. 

***

Gary: Well don’t you two look cute. And those are some snazzy pocket squares. 

Laura: Beautiful. Get me the original of the bottom one please.  I hope you know that those must have taken her at least ten hours to make Taylor. That’s a labor of love right there. 

Taylor would ask Kelsey to air drop him the originals in class on Thursday and hearing just how much time she put into his present made him feel like he had gotten even more outclassed by her in regards to Valentine’s day than he already did. 

****

Bobby T: First Valentine’s day with Kelsey…nice to see you guys are official now, you guys look good together and are good for each other. Just don’t hurt her, she’s been through enough. 

Taylor had known that Bobby knew Kelsey since before Christmas but he still didn’t know how they knew each other or to what extent. There was still something that it seemed like Bobby knew that he didn’t and Taylor tried not to let that make him feel uneasy. If it was something worth sharing, Kels would tell him eventually right? He didn’t need to know all the details of any past relationships if she didn’t think they were worth sharing. 

*****

After finishing getting ready for bed, Kelsey crawled under her sheets and reached for her phone again. Before checking her instagram notifications, Kelsey texted just the photo from the restaurant to her aunt thanking her again for her help. 

Dana: My pleasure Kels. You guys are adorable. 

***

Her instagram dms were full of her female friends squealing now that the guy she was so into was finally revealed. Shooting back replies she couldn’t help but smile because she really was so lucky to find someone like Taylor. Among the squeals was a dm from umass’s walk on goalie Henry and curious what his said, Kelsey opened it next.  

Hfg_30: Since when are you and tmak a thing?!

Laughing to herself, Kelsey ignored it not really wanting to get into that with Taylor’s teammates. 

As she was scrolling back through her chats with friends an older dm thread popped its way up to the top. 

Bobby Trivigno: T’s girl now huh? Things going well with the gentle giant? 

It had been ages since she’d actually talked to Bobby but once upon a time they’d actually been really close. 

Kelsey: Yeah things are good. Taylor is special. I told Greg tonight. 

Bobby: while wearing that dress? Oh man I would have paid to see that. Coach is gonna have nightmares tonight. 

Kelsey: He can get over it. Not like I’m asking his permission or need his blessing. 

Bobby: That’s cause you’re stubborn. You and T both are. 

Bobby: He’s good to you? Respects your boundaries? 

Kelsey: Knowing him, did you have any doubt he would? I’ve heard zero complaints from him about my being a stickler for protection. 

Bobby: Nah T is a good guy. But glad to hear it. How long have you two been official? 

Kelsey: Six weeks tomorrow. Feels longer though. 

Bobby: And you told Coach so it must be serious. 

Kelsey: I don’t know what the future holds but I can’t picture one where I don’t want him by my side. 

Bobby: Have you told him yet? About…you know? 

Kelsey: No. 

Bobby: Kelsey you need to tell him. This isn’t a secret you can keep if you want forever with him. 

Kelsey: I can’t. You don’t understand. He had a literal panic attack when he found one of my monthly negative pregnancy tests. I can’t even imagine how he’d take that. 

Bobby: You still have to tell him Kels. Wait until the season is over but before he leaves for the summer you have to tell him. 

Bobby: He might be more supportive than you give him credit for. 

Kelsey: Thanks for the unsolicited advice but please stay out of it Bobby. 

Tossing her phone aside, Kelsey let out a shaky breath. Things were good. The last thing she wanted was to ruin it all.

[casspurrjoybell-25]

Cold as Ice - Chapter 50 - Part 1

*Warning - Adult Content*

Landon Reilly

I didn't really know how it happened but somehow I ended up eating breakfast at a diner with Rojas, Jess and Anthony one day.

I wasn't even sure the three of them had ever said more than a passing word to one another but I was walking with Jess one morning when we ran into Rojas, who then decided to join us at the coffee shop where Anthony worked.

Then Jess just probably assumed that made us all friends and now we were hanging out as the four of us, which felt weird.

It felt like the three of them all came from different parts of my life and shouldn't have been mixing together.

"Chris, pass me the salt," Jess said to Rojas.

She insisted on calling him by his first name, which he didn't seem to mind.

He said that it was really only the hockey guys that called him by his last name.

Jess was sitting next to me on the outside of the booth while Anthony sat across from her with Rojas next to him.

I couldn't get over how strange it felt to be sitting here with all of them but I knew Jess probably wanted to make sure I wasn't going to just sit in my dorm and wallow in self pity over my break up with Wren.

Without her, that was probably what I would have been doing but she made sure to keep me busy.

Even with keeping busy, my heart didn't hurt any less.

I still felt lonely at the end of the night when I got back to the dorm, even if my roommate, Kyle, was there.

Part of me wanted to just go back to Wren and tell him he didn't need to love me and being together was enough but I couldn't do that.

It would just end up hurting me more in the end and there was no way Jess would let me do that.

"You guys seriously need to start winning games," Jess said to Rojas.

They had already been talking but I was zoned out of the conversation.

Rojas just laughed then looked over at me, his expression changing to a puzzled one.

"Earth to Landon," Rojas said, waving a hand in front of my face.

"I'm here," I said, swatting his hand away.

"Didn't seem like it," he replied, leaning back in his seat.

"You looked far away."

"Are we not doing a good enough job distracting you?" Jess asked, looking genuinely concerned.

"I don't think anything could distract me right now," I told her with a sad smile.

"Well, if we're talking about it... I saw..." Anthony started but paused when Jess shot him a look.

"I saw, he who shall not be named, the other day."

"Yeah, so did I," I said, remembering the way we had run into each other.

It was reminiscent of one of our first encounters earlier on in the school year.

The thought made me sad, how we went from being basically strangers to so much more and how much had changed between us in such a short amount of time.

I wished Wren could just say what I needed to hear because I knew he loved me.

There was no way what either of us felt for the other wasn't enough but I supposed that just loving each other wasn't enough.

He didn't love me enough to say it back.

He didn't love me enough to hold onto me.

That was what my life had always been like.

No one ever loved me enough but that had never affected me as much as it was right now.

I wanted so badly for Wren to love me enough.

"He looked kinda rough," Anthony continued.

"He sat in the coffee shop for hours without even realizing."

The last time Wren and I had broken up, it was apparent that he was not as good at dealing with emotions as he liked to pretend.

He was actually quite bad it, so this news didn't surprise me but it did cause a squeeze in my chest as I thought about him feeling down and being alone.

"What if you try to make him jealous?" Jess asked, turning toward me.

"Let him see what he's missing. If he's going through it, he clearly wants you back. He just needs a kick in the ass."

"And how would I do that?" I muttered, not that I was seriously considering her suggestion.

I wasn't entirely sure Wren would even be jealous if I tried, though he seemed jealous back when Micah visited and our relationship was new but I didn't want to do that to him purposely and there was no way I was going to be able to find anyone to make him jealous with.

"You could pretend to be seeing Chris," Jess suggested, motioning toward Rojas, who stopped reaching for his food the moment his name was mentioned.

"Yeah, not happening," I said, shaking my head.

"I think it's a good idea," Anthony said, earning a look of appreciation from Jess.

"You would," I retorted.

"I'd do it with you but he knows I'm with James," Anthony said.

"And James would be pissed. He is the jealous type."

"It wouldn't really work if it was you though," Jess said.

"Because he knows you but he doesn't know Chris."

Rojas cleared his throat, causing the rest of us to look at him.

I was embarrassed this conversation was even happening.

"I don't mind, if Landon thinks this would help," Rojas said.

He sounded genuine but I was still embarrassed about him being dragged into this.

"No, I'm not doing it," I said, my tone making it clear that this was my final decision.

********

A couple days later, Jess invited Rojas and I to the coffee shop where Anthony worked and then conveniently something came up so she couldn't go with us, leaving just Rojas and me while Anthony was working and even more conveniently, Wren happened to be there.

I knew without even knowing that Jess and Anthony set this up.

Anthony must have told her Wren was there, so she got Rojas and me to show up as if the two of us being there together was enough to make Wren jealous.

Wren didn't even look up when we walked in there.

He was too focused on whatever he was doing on his laptop, which was probably the novel he had been working on.

"I swear I had nothing to do with this," Rojas whispered to me as we waited for our coffees.

"Oh, I know," I replied, shooting daggers at Anthony who was smiling to himself behind the counter.

"I know exactly who had something to do with this."

"We can leave," Rojas offered.

"Coffee for Landon," Anthony called out with a grin, placing my coffee down on the counter.

I didn't even know if Wren noticed or looked in my direction because I was too busy glaring at Anthony and wanting to shrivel up and die of embarrassment.

After Rojas got his drink, the two of us found a place to sit beside each other, which happened to be in view of Wren.

He still had his eyes glued to his computer, giving me no indication he even knew I was here.

I couldn't tell if I wanted him to look at me or if I wanted him to remain unaware.

"That's him, right?" Rojas said, nodding in Wren's direction.

I sighed.

"Yeah, that's him."

"Do you want to tell me what happened with you two?" he asked.

"I mean, obviously you don't have to but if you want to talk about it, I'm all ears."

The truth was I didn't want to talk about it.

I gave the whole story to Jess and she had been nothing but supportive, though what she did this morning might have been stepping too far.

I gave a brief rundown to Micah who did his best to be supportive but wasn't that good at it without knowing all the details or having to talk through text.

It was too embarrassing to tell it all to Rojas.

The two of us were friends but he we weren't that close and he was the Captain of my hockey team, so he kind of had to make sure I was good.

Being setup to be there with him at the coffee shop and pretend we were on a date was embarrassing enough.

I didn't need to tell him that this was happening because my boyfriend basically told me he couldn't love me.

"There's really nothing to talk about," I told him, taking a sip of my coffee while still looking over at Wren.

"It doesn't seem like either of you even want to be broken up," Rojas said.

"At least from what Anthony and Jess were saying, so why are you?"

"It's... complicated."

'Complicated and mortifying'.

Just then, Wren's eyes moved from his screen and looked right at me.

The world stopped for a moment until Wren moved his gaze to Rojas sitting beside me.

Rojas had gotten closer without me realizing, like he didn't know if I wanted to go through with the jealousy plan but he was ready for it if I decided to.

Wren studied us for a moment, like we were one of the only things he couldn't figure out.

I couldn't read his expression.

He was always able to keep his face blank and hide his true feelings from any outsider that tried to read him.

I liked to think that I had broken through him a little bit, that I could read him better the closer I got to him.

It was like all of that went away as soon as we broke up because as I looked at his face now, there was nothing I could gather from it.

Wren had put a wall up that I couldn't break through.

Part of me wanted to move closer to Rojas, let him put his arm around me just to see if there would be a reaction from Wren but I couldn't make myself do it.

It didn't seem to matter whether or not I tried to make Wren jealous because he quickly packed up his things and left, his expression never changing.

I felt myself deflate a little.

"Well, that might have worked," Rojas said after Wren was gone.

"And we didn't even have to do anything."

"No, he just didn't want to see me," I mumbled, looking down at the table.

Probably because when he tried talking to me the other day, I turned and left without giving him the chance.

Maybe he was ready to open himself up for me at that moment, to be vulnerable and I didn't let him.

Maybe he wouldn't be ready to do that again and I blew any chance I had of him coming clean about his feelings and the two of us getting back together.

Rojas and I didn't talk much the rest of the time we were there at the coffee shop.

We finished our drinks and headed back toward campus in time for my first class.

[uwu-times-two]

I want to brew coffee in the morning and sit with everyone in the kitchen. And I want to come home from work and park my car in our driveway and slip off my shoes and come inside to find everyone watching movies or making dinner. I want to make everyone tea when they get sick and bake cupcakes in our kitchen on birthdays. I want to be there when you guys come home and be your shoulder to cry on, and I want to be there when you burst through the door all excited about passing your exams. I want to sit on our couch together and laugh and cry and sing and make more memories together. I know most of this probably won’t happen, but I’d love it if it could. You guys have made your homes in my heart, and I feel at home when I’m with you, and I wish I could keep that forever.

And then…

One day I live on a different island, and you guys have gone all over, New York, Montana, Oregon. And even the ones nearby are in college and going to work. (And some have drifted off completely, they wont answer my texts). There’s just not as much time anymore. I don’t make coffee for everyone or bake cupcakes or park my car in the driveway, and we don’t watch movies every night and sing and laugh and cry. Instead I make breakfast for my roommate, and she makes me coffee while I’m in class. I make us tea for nights when we haven’t slept and she bakes cakes in our shitty toaster oven. We still watch movies and TV shows, but no one is cuddled next to me on the couch. My car got towed, so now there’s an empty spot in our parking garage. My roommate makes us dinner and makes sure that I’m eating vegetables, and I come home with ice cream and treats for us. We stay up late laughing about boys and city life, and it’s okay. It’s not bad, it’s just not how i pictured it. I had no idea that I’d end up here.

(And secretly, some nights I still picture us all living together).

[orionsstory]

New York Nights (1) (Rosénali Superhero AU)

A/N: Welcome to my Rosénali lesbian superhero AU! Originally posted on my AO3 and Wattpad (InsaneDinosaur), I wanted to get involved here on Tumblr too! Here's chapter one :) Also, I have no beta so please forgive my mistakes! Originally uploaded Jan. 22nd, 2022 ------ Chapter One: Ice Queen -- "Welcome, dear viewers, to channel 7 news! Your most trustworthy source for New York News! This just in, the rising superhero Ebony Enchantress has captured yet another villain! If she continues this streak, she may rise to be one of New York's best! It's tough to get noticed, but Ebony..."

The voice on the television grew fuzzy as Denali Foxx began to drift off, sinking further into the couch in her living room. Before she could get more comfortable, however, Jackie's voice cut through, waking her up. "Wow, Ebony Enchantress has been on the news a lot lately, the media loves her! Have you ever worked with her?" Denali sat up, rubbed her eyes, and yawned. "No- she doesn't seem to work too much at night. Plus, she mostly works in Manhatten." Looking up, Denali was greeted with a warm mug of coffee from Jackie.

Jackie Cox, her saving grace (and roommate). Jackie was a gorgeous Persian girl, she had beautiful brown eyes and brown hair, and Denali was shocked when she learned Jackie was single. The two met when Jackie had put out an advertisement for a roommate that Denali applied to. Denali was new to New York City, and as a fellow quiet college student like Jackie, the two were a perfect fit. They had been friends for around 4 years, Jackie has now graduated college and is an engineer, while Denali is in her last year of online college, working towards her degree.

Denali accepted the mug, muttering a 'thanks' to her roommate. She steadily drank, becoming more and more awake. "Awake now, 'Ice Queen'?" Jackie teased. "Oh, leave me alone!" Denali whined, "I had just gotten my powers! I couldn't think of anything else to call myself!" Jackie laughed at her, "Go get ready. You said you were going out tonight and need to make good on your word! I wanna see you on the News someday!"

Denali got up and made her way to her room. Around three years ago, she had mysteriously received her ice powers (hence her very creative name). There were only two ways to get powers, you could have them passed down to you or you could be born with them. Neither of which happened to Denali. She didn't really know how, but by this point, she stopped caring. She was a hero, and that was all she focused on.

She looked at herself in the mirror: she looked a bit messy from her nap earlier. She brushed out her bright blonde (almost white, really) hair. Her hair went down to her upper back, and she carefully braided it. She washed her face carefully and then changed into her hero costume- a simple icy blue skin-tight suit with fur around the edges, something she and Jackie made together. Her brown eyes were her most notable feature, a stark contrast to both the suit and her hair. Hearing Jackie pacing around, she headed back towards the living room.

"You look gorgeous!" Jackie smiled, handing her a jacket. Denali rolled her eyes and slipped the coat on, "You say that every time! I've only been doing this for three years!" The two exited their apartment and went to the roof using the stairs. Once on the top, Jackie handed her the mask that matched her suit and took the jacket from her. "Be safe!" Jackie called out to her as Denali made her way toward the edge. She waved goodbye as she watched Jackie disappear back down to their apartment.

Smiling, Denali looked over the edge towards the people below. Their apartment wasn't the tallest building around by any means, but it still had a pretty good view of the street below. She sat on the ledge and produced a snow cloud in her hand. Messing around with the flurries, she sighed before getting up. "Well...crime isn't going to solve itself," she muttered before flying into the cold, December air.

-

Flying came with the powers, thank god. Denali couldn't fathom how she would have gotten around without it. She patrolled around the city for a while, before bumping into Tina Burner. "Hello, Ice Queen. Still using that one?" Denali sighed, "It's the only one I have, Tina. We can't all use our regular names, y'know. Some of us wanna have private lives!" she teased. Tina rolled her eyes, "Could have at least picked a better name~" she sang, "Well, I'll see you around, I've got business in Manhattan." she gave Denali a small wave as she flew off.

It had been a few hours with no sign of trouble, no one for the Ice Queen to save, not even a cat stuck in a tree! Denali sat on the ledge of some building and huffed as she looked below, her police scanner hadn't picked up anything either. Sure, there were a lot of superheroes in New York- but this was unusual. Thankfully (or not- it is crime, after all,) Denali heard some noises from a nearby warehouse. 'Could just be someone working...but, it's probably safer to check it out.' she thought, smiling. She stood up and began her descent toward the warehouse.

Denali quietly tiptoed into the warehouse, peering around the door. It was dark inside, so she wasn't able to see anything- but, she could hear something. There was a quiet clattering in the distance, followed by what sounded like a whisper. Denali confidently stepped out, flicking on the lights. "Something tells me you're not supposed to be here!" she sang, spotting someone towards the other end of the warehouse, grabbing something from a box. She couldn't make out much of the other person, only that there was a lot of pink.

As Denali made her way toward the figure, they turned around. Instead of running, like she thought they would, they came charging towards her. "Hey!" Denali yelled, "Freeze right there!" she stamped her foot and ice rushed across the floor towards the opposed. Snagging the other person's foot, they paused for a moment, before they broke free. Denali was flabbergasted 'That...hasn't happened before!' she thought. Before she could send off another attack, the other person lept at her, and Denali was barely able to dodge.

Up close, she was finally able to look at the other woman. She had bright, hot pink hair tied up into pigtails and stunning hazel eyes which she could see through her black mask. She was dressed in a pink bodysuit, a leather jacket over it. 'Stunning...' she thought, 'Ugh, I can't believe I just thought that!' She sent a blast of ice at the other girl, who dodged out of the way.

"Hey, doll," the other woman said, "do we really have to fight? I'm not causing any trouble!" Denali gritted her teeth, "What's that in your hand? Certainly doesn't seem like yours!" The woman laughed, and produced a ring of pink energy from her hand, and fired it off at Denali. "Shit!" she muttered, the blast sending her back. "I think I recognize you," the woman said, as Denali sprang back to her feet, "aren't you...Ice Queen? Didn't realize you were this cute!"

Denali ignored her as she shot a bigger blast of ice at her, the woman producing her own blast of energy- breaking Denali's ice. "Well, this has been fun, but I really have to go!" the woman called, lifting off into the air. "Not a chance!" Denali yelled, sending off another blast of ice. It caught the woman's leg and she fell to the ground. The woman grimaced, "Listen blondie...you should've ignored this.", Denali was running across the warehouse towards her, "I'd say I'm sorry, but you're being a real pain in the ass!"

All Denali could see was a giant wave of pink coming toward her. Unable to block it, the giant wave of energy hit her. Hard. She dropped to her knees, her body felt tingly- she tried to move, but couldn't. She saw the woman breaking free from the ice as Denali's vision blurred. Denali heavily breathed out, her vision fading in and out. Soon after, she passed out.

-

She didn't know how long had passed before she woke up, but when she opened her eyes, it was still dark out. Denali rubbed her head, slowly rising to her feet. She stumbled out of the warehouse and tried to take flight. Her vision was still slightly blurred, and she felt weak, so she had trouble staying steady in the air. However, she was able to make it back to her and Jackie's apartment in one piece. She knocked on the door, having left her belongings with Jackie.

"Denali!" Jackie breathed out, ushering her inside, "I was so worried! It's 4 in the morning!" Denali mumbled an apology, before falling onto the couch. "'Nali, are you okay? I'll get your pajamas." Denali nodded as Jackie went off to fetch her clothes. She felt a sharp pain in her side and grumbled in pain. "What happened tonight?" Jackie re-entered the living room, "Are you hurt?" Denali nodded, and Jackie helped her sit up. "I fought this girl tonight," Denali started as Jackie fetched the first aid, "she hit me with this huge blast of energy...I think I passed out for a while."

"You poor thing...where does it hurt? Let me see." Denali took her costume off and let Jackie examine her. Jackie put some bandages around her left side, her wrist, and a few bandaids on her face where she had been scratched. "I'll get you some medicine, and then you should go to bed. Here, change into your pajamas." Jackie said softly, ushering her towards the bathroom.

Denali shuffled into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. She could see some bruises peeking out from her bandages. She laughed to herself, "Thank god for Jackie," she muttered, "you'd be dead without her." She pulled her hoodie over her head and put on her pajama bottoms. She took her hair out of her braid and brushed her hair out, she stifled a yawn and headed back out to the living room.

"Here, take these." Jackie handed her some pills and a glass of water, and Denali took them gingerly. "Thanks, Jacks," Denali said after swallowing the pills, "I don't know what I'd do without you." Jackie smiled at her, "Of course, you're my best friend! Now, let's get you to bed." Jackie led Denali to her room and tucked her in. "What? No kiss goodnight?" Denali teased. Jackie rolled her eyes and kissed her forehead. She whispered a 'goodnight' as Denali drifted to sleep.

-

"Nali...Nali, wake up!"

Denali grumbled, turning over in her bed. She felt herself being lightly shaken and groggily opened her yes. "Hmmm?" she mumbled, waiting for her vision to adjust. "Wha?" She turned back over and saw Jackie standing over her bed. "I think you've slept long enough, don't forget- you've still got a degree to earn!" Jackie sang. "Don't you have work!" Denali grumbled, "I'll get up eventually!". "My boss is letting me go in late today, now come on! Get up! Breakfast is waiting!"

Denali shifted out of her bed and towards the bathroom. She began her morning routine, brushing her teeth, her hair, washing her face, etc. She felt a lot more refreshed than she had last night, but also a lot more sore. She headed back to her room to get dressed, deciding on a simple long sleeve striped shirt and some leggings. Stifling another yawn, she looked herself over in the mirror before heading to the living room.

"There she is!" Jackie cheered, "Breakfast is in the microwave, I'll be back later tonight!" Denali smiled, "Someone's bright today. Have a good day at work, Jacks." Jackie left their apartment, and Denali fetched the pancakes (hell yeah) from the microwave. She watched the news for any sign of the mysterious pink girl from yesterday, but when nothing seemed to come from it, she began working on her online courses.

-

Her phone chimed a few hours later, when she was halfway through writing her essay, notifying her of a text from Jackie. 'Hiiii Denaliiii' it read. 'What is it?' she sent back.

'How would you feel about a double date tonight?'

'Double date?'

'I've been talking to this girl, Jan, and she brought up the idea. I...may or may not have already accepted on your behalf, oops!'

'JACKIE! Ugh, who is she? When is it?'

'Jan's sister...I think her name is Rosé? And we're having dinner at 7 ;))'

'Like...like the alcohol?'

Denali sighed to herself. 'Jackie...I can't believe you!' she thought to herself. She considered it for a moment...it had been a while since she had time for a proper date. She debated with herself for a few more minutes before she sent Jackie a message. 'Okay. I'll do it. You owe me though!' Her phone lit up with a flurry of 'thank you!' and 'love you!!' texts from Jackie, she smile to herself as she set back to work.

-

She finished her essay earlier than she expected, so Denali decided to spend her free time at the skating rink. Skating was her favorite pastime, she also worked part-time there, giving skating lessons to children. The rink was like Denali's second home, before she was a superhero, she would often stay after closing hours and skate to clear her mind- she still loved to do that when she could manage. Grabbing her skates from her room, she set off down the street.

She quickly arrived at the rink and gave a wave to the hockey coach, Joey. "You got lessons today?" Joey called to her, "Nah," she called back, "just here for fun!" Joey nodded as she drank from her water bottle and headed to the locker rooms. The rink wasn't too busy for 4 pm on a Friday night, Denali laced up her skates and stepped out onto the ice.

It was refreshing. She pushed off, the motions came so naturally, they felt like clockwork. She did a few warm-up laps around the rink, easily gliding past the other patrons. Soon, she made her way to the middle of the rink and began practicing her jumps. An axel, salchow, and lutz- each executed perfectly, Denali could feel herself getting looser and releasing the tension from last night. She felt freedom on the rink, and before long it was six o'clock.

Denali quickly hustled off the ice and out of the rink, mentally cursing herself for not paying attention to the time. Jackie would kill her if she was late, and she still needed to shower! She whipped into the apartment, barely spitting out a 'hello' to Jackie as she hopped into the shower. She was out of the shower by 6:30 and spotted a silver dress hanging on the door that Jackie must have put in for her. She made a mental note to thank her later.

She quickly dried and brushed out her hair, and started on her makeup. Some quick eyeshadow and eyeliner, and a lip gloss were what she decided on. She then added on blush, and then lashes, and before she knew it, Jackie called out to her that they were on their way up. Denali cursed to herself as she slipped the dress onto her, running out of the bathroom and grabbing her heels as a knock sounded on the door. She frantically put her heels on and ran to the door with Jackie.

Jackie took a deep breath before she opened the door. On the other side stood a woman with blonde hair pulled up into a ponytail. She had bright brown eyes and was a bit shorter than Jackie. "Jan, hey! So glad you guys could come over tonight!" Jackie smiled, blush rising to her cheeks, "Oh! This is my roommate, Denali!" Jan hugged Jackie and soon moved to shake Denali's hand. "Hi there, lovely to meet you! I'm Jan! And this," she gestured to the other person in the doorframe, "Is my sister, Rosé!"

Denali turned her attention to the woman in the doorframe. She was taller than Denali, she had a leather jacket on and Denali noticed her hazel eyes...a stark contrast to her bright pink hair. Denali's eyes widened in recognization at the same time Rosé's did.

'Oh no.'

[jinhyun]

—psycho.

pairing: hwang hyunjin x reader

genre: pining, fluff kinda, slight angst, college au, dance major hyunjin, art major reader

word count: over 3.0k i think (google docs failed me and i had to write half of it straight on tumblr lol)

summary: visiting hyunjin at the dance studio ended up giving you mixed feelings you were most certainly not prepared for.

a/n: ahhh, so sorry once more for taking so long to update!! but well, you know the reason why i was absent for over a week lol. for anyone who might be new here, this is part fifteen of my social media au watercolor! if you're following my story you must know by now that shin ryujin is my muse for it, so if you're interested in the dance i mention in this part just look up "ryujin look what you made me do dance cover" on youtube and you'll find it. as in for hyunjin's, i'm sure you all already know what dance i'm talking about lol.

this is not proofread, so if you see me change anything as you read, no you didn't<3

i hope you guys enjoy! i would love to read your thoughts and chat!!

You had never been in your college's dance studio like this before. Every single time you had come over had been to see one of your friends, whether it was Chae or Minho, and lately Felix as well — all of them with the hope of getting to see Hyunjin, and maybe even spend some time with him, of course.

Ever since you met Hyunjin, you had to look for excuses to talk to him, and to be with him. You might have been obvious as hell about your feelings for him, but it didn't matter to you as long as you got to be with him. And now that you had become friends with Felix, it had all become so much easier. You suddenly didn't need to look for excuses anymore —which didn't stop you from doing so altogether—, for you would always get to see him around one way or another thanks to your now shared circle of friends.

However, getting to spend some alone time with him was rare, to the point you would jump at any possibility you got.

Hyunjin would never really ask you to go alone with him somewhere, for he didn't want to be mistaken for a couple, like you had already been mistaken for a few months ago — which ended up with him pushing you away and avoiding you like never before.

Until that night at the pub, when he asked you to go to the store around the corner with him, so you could get ice cream for all your friends. You thought that would be as close as you would ever get to him, but then a few days later he walked you home, that embarrassing morning you woke up in his roommate's bedroom. And it didn't stop there, for then a week later he told you to go on a walk at the Han river, so you could give Chae and Seungmin some privacy.

Moving forward to last week when he invited you for coffee after lunch, just the two of you.

And now this.

You had played it hard at first, making it seem like you weren't dying inside when he told you he wanted you to visit him that evening. Truth was, even then, when you were acting like you would have to think about whether you were coming or not, you knew damn well you would.

You could only thank God he had asked you through texts, otherwise he would've caught on the way you had visibly freaked out.

Dropping your bag on the floor next to the burgundy wall of the dance studio, you looked around in awe, a part of you still not believing Hyunjin had asked you to go see him there that evening. After over a year of coming here to watch him from afar —every now and then getting to actually talk to him if you were lucky enough—, you could not believe you for once were here at his own request.

Checking the time on your phone, you sighed at the realisation that you had made it there twenty minutes earlier. The excitement of getting to see him must've been too much.

With no other choice but waiting, and having the studio all to yourself, you couldn't help but run to the speaker so you could connect your phone to it and play some music to dance to in the meantime.

All your life, dancing had been your biggest hobby. You remembered doubting the major you were pursuing because of it, and how happy Cherry was at the thought of having you as her classmate once more after high school. After all, the two of you were the headliners of every single dance presentation back then, and every competition your school had made it to as well. The difference was that, while dancing was Chaeryeong's life, to you it was just that, a hobby.

Of course, it didn't seem like it whenever you danced.

You were mindlessly dancing to anything that came on shuffle for a while, just feeling yourself and enjoying having the dance studio all to your own for once. Maybe you should do this more often, it was a public space in campus after all.

The sound of a Taylor Swift song you knew very well coming through the speakers had seemed to turn on a switch on you, though. It was the song you had self-choreographed and rehearsed over and over for your and Chaeryeong's last presentation at school before graduating, where each of you had a solo, and your time to shine just happened to be to Look What You Made Me Do.

You remembered how hesitant you had been at first, not knowing if you would be able to pull off a song like that, yet wanting to challenge yourself one last time. You were glad you had, for it was the most fun you had at the end of that stressful year.

And here you were now, over two years later, having the time of your life jamming out to the same song and hitting every move as you reminiscenced how good you had felt back then, with all the eyes in the crowd focused on you, and all the voices cheering for you.

Having Hyunjin's eyes on you felt completely different, though. Just as good, yet your heart would race twice as fast. So you had confirmed when your eyes focused on the corner of the mirror, and you were startled by his standing figure on the door.

"Oh my God, you scared me!" you blurted out, bringing your hand up to your chest as Hyunjin's giggle reached your ears.

"Feel free to continue" he smirked.

"No, I'm shy now" you pouted, eyes following his every move as he walked over to drop his bag next to yours. "How long were you staring for?"

"Long enough".

You sighed. "That's embarrassing".

Watching from afar as you went to disconnect your phone from the speaker, Hyunjin wondered whether it was a good time to tell you he had seen you dance before, that one time you and Chae were the only ones in the studio. Probably not, he thought as the room went completely silent.

"You're a great dancer" he complimented.

"Ah, I hadn't done it in so long" you lamented, shoving your phone into your pocket and walking over to him.

"Why not?" Hyunjin wondered, taking a seat next to you on the floor right after you had done so.

You shrugged. "Haven't had the time to, I guess. I still do it from time to time with Cherry or Minho when they have the studio to themselves".

Hyunjin smiled rather cheekily, leaning slightly in towards you. "We have the studio to ourselves right now".

"Oh, no" you shook your head as soon as you caught up on his intentions. "I'm not dancing any more today".

"Aw, come onnn" he cutely pushed.

"Nope," you smiled. "Maybe if I had chosen this major we would've been dancing side to side on a daily basis".

"You were thinking of choosing a dance major?"

"Mhm…" you nodded.

"And why didn't you?"

"I didn't want to have dancing become a task".

He scoffed. "It's not like that at all!"

"I know, I know" you couldn't help but laugh over how defensive he had just sounded. "But you get the point. Dancing has been my hobby all my life, I would do it whenever I was stressed out so I could feel better. It's kind of my escape from reality, I didn't want that to change".

"And what about art?" Hyunjin questioned. "Didn't mind having that hobby change?"

"Art is my life, as cheesy as it sounds" you mumbled the last part, already feeling your cheeks burning and missing the way his eyes had softened at the sight of you nervously playing with your shoelaces. "I can never get tired of it".

"I get it" he nodded, resting his back against the wall. When he saw the way you had squinted your eyes at him, he rushed to say, "Honestly! It's the other way around for me, but I feel the same".

"Dance is your life then and art your lifelong hobby?"

"Yeah," he smiled. "I also considered taking the art path and getting a major on it, but dancing is just… everything".

You smiled. "Good. Otherwise I would've had some tough competition when it comes to being Mrs. Moon's favourite student".

Hyunjin smirked. "I already am her favourite student and I didn't need to enter an art major for it".

"Only because you're beautiful and she loves aesthetically pleasing sights" you rolled your eyes.

Hyunjin's eyes snapped in your direction as soon as those words had abandoned your mouth. Funny how you remained sitting down there beside him, with your back and head pressed to the wall, eyes closed, unfazed as ever over your own statement, all while he sat there staring at you completely stunned, trying his hardest to keep the smile that was threatening with curving up the corners of his lips and ignore the way his chest suddenly felt all weird.

"Well, then it makes sense why you're her favourite art student".

Your eyes opened at that, locking with his in a second. It was now your turn to feel a slight pressure in your chest, and your cheeks burn harder than they had done before.

"You should go practice now," you pointed out, motioning with your head towards the center of the room.

He let out a heavy, over-dramatic sigh at your change of topic as he stood up. "If you wanted me to leave you alone you only had to ask".

"Yah, that's not what I'm saying at all" you laughed.

"Come dance with me then" he said.

"What?"

"Come dance with me," he repeated, reaching his hand out for you to hold and help you up your feet. "I'll teach you my routine".

Hesitating, you held his hand — pushing aside the electricity that ran down your body as soon as they made contact. It was soft, very soft, yet still somehow rough and strong enough to make you feel oddly safe.

"Keep in mind that I am not a trained dancer" you reminded him.

"Please, I've seen you dance".

Missing his touch the moment he gently let go of your hand, you walked to the middle of the studio as he went to put some music on.

"You probably know this choreo anyway," he pointed out, scrolling down on his playlist. "Mrs. Shin wanted us guys to learn a girl group dance routine, and the other way around for girls".

"Oh, that sounds like fun" you nodded. "Did you get to choose the song or did she give it to you?"

"We got to choose".

"And which one did you go with?"

Hyunjin looked up from his phone and gave you a mischievous smile that could've easily sent you straight to heaven. Not giving the butterflies in your stomach to take over, however, he finally pressed play on a song — Psycho by Red Velvet echoing through the entire room the next second.

"Oh, I know this one!" you jumped up excitedly, earning a giggle from him as he placed his phone by the desk and made his way over to the center of the studio as well.

"I had a feeling you would" he smiled, getting into position right next to you and motioning for you to do the same.

Irene's voice coming through the speaker was your queue to start dancing, not thinking much of it as you let your body move to the rhythm, stunned at the way you seemed to remember every move of the dance routine you had learned back in your last year of high school.

You had started out quite shy, not being able to help it as you could feel Hyunjin's piercing stare on you through the mirror wall in front — even dropping the mirror altogether and shamelessly turning around to look at you a couple of times. You wanted to believe it was to make sure you were both on sync, dancing to the same choreography. You knew that was probably it, for what other reason would he have to focus on you like that?

Nevertheless, whatever the reason was, you could feel your cheeks burn and your entire body heat up. Hyunjin's effect on you truly never stopped surprising you.

"Come on, you weren't this shy ten minutes ago" he teased you.

You weren't staring at me ten minutes ago, you thought.

You said nothing, instead rolling your eyes and simply shaking your head in feigned annoyance.

"That's not part of the routine".

"Shut up" you laughed, enjoying the sound of his own laugh.

That had seemed to calm your nerves somehow, still feelings electricity run through your body under his stare, yet feeling way more confident when it came to your dancing. It may have also got to do with the fact that you were now hypnotized by his dancing — no longer focusing on the way he was looking at you, but staring at him instead.

You could tell he was born for this. The way every pore of his exuded talent. The way you could tell he was enjoying himself from miles away. The way his movements were sharp, yet somehow still delicate, and so, so goddamn hypnotizing.

You found yourself physically having to snap yourself out of it before you lost it — eyes going up and away from him for a moment, so you could compose yourself.

That had seemed to work.

"Are you sure you got the right routine?" you wondered after one particular move of his before the bridge had seemed a bit different.

"Yes, miss 'I'm not a trained dancer'" he amusedly rolled his eyes at you.

"You're doing it wrong" you called him out with a light laugh.

"It's my routine, what do you mean I'm doing it wrong" Hyunjin blurted out, his whiny tone alone getting a giggle out of you.

"You're not supposed to make a turn".

"I changed it, bite me".

"If I were Mrs. Shin, I would've failed you" you taunted him, enjoying way too much the squint of eyes you had just got from him.

"Good thing you're not my prof then," he stated, dropping the routine all together and walking away from you.

Dumbfounded as to what he was trying to do, you quietly watched him walk back to his phone, only understanding what was going on when the song started playing all over again.

Your heart skipped a beat when this time he did not just position himself next to you, but tugged at your t-shirt to pull you closer.

"What are you doing?" you asked, voice betraying you by showing just how nervous his closeness made you feel.

"Teaching you my routine" he stated.

Staring at him through the mirror, you gulped when he stood behind you and his arms went around your body, holding your hands up to control their movements.

"Like this" he explained, moving your hands the way he had done right before the bridge — the way you had claimed was wrong. "And then like this..."

His hands on your hips were enough for your breathing to stop.

"W-What?"

"The turn," he pointed out, helping you turn around, just enough for you to face him. "You're supposed to make a full turn now".

"This is so not it" you managed to tease once more in between your inner madness.

"Yah!" he whined, hands unconsciously tightening on your hips, this time closer to your waist, with the intention to keep you still. "We're doing it my way".

"You're insulting Red Velvet".

"I swear to God, you're so annoying" he groaned, throwing his head back in exhasperation and then mindlessly letting his forehead rest on yours.

Maybe it had to do with the way his height towered over you and his face just so happened to naturally fall to the top of your head. Maybe it had to do with the way he didn't calculate well enough the distance from your face when he leaned in. Maybe he just wanted to rest his forehead on yours and feel you close.

Whatever it was, you were not able to react in the slightest.

Still too stunned over both that last action of his and the firm grip his hands had on your body —which had managed to faintly press your waist to his body given the way he had moved right before—, you found yourself placing your hands on his chest out of reflex, absolutely frozen at the realisation of just how close you were to him.

The chorus of the song was playing on the background, yet neither of you seemed to notice, let alone to care.

It seemed surreal, and you were not sure whether you were dreaming or not. One moment you were bickering, and the next one his hold remained on your waist and your hands on his chest, having him closer than you ever had before — closer than you ever thought you would.

Closer to the point you could feel his hot breath tickling your lips.

"I—I should..." you stuttered, slightly removing your hands from their rather comfortable place on his chest and placing them on his wrists instead.

"Mm?" he hummed, gently caressing your hips with his thumbs.

"The turn, I..." you nervously cleared your throat. "I only turned halfway, I should—"

"It's too late to make a turn now, don't you think?" Hyunjin whispered in a teasing tone, somehow managing to pull you even closer to him.

Your eyes fixed on his, feeling your breathing halt when you noticed that his eyes were no longer fixed on yours, but on your mouth instead. He licked his lips, drawing your full attention to them and how kissable they looked.

If only you leaned in, just like he had done, you would've met them mid-way, getting the taste of them you were dying to get.

The only thing you got, however, was the ever so faint feeling of his nose bumping yours, and then the sight of his hot mouth pulling away from you when a fake cough was heard from the door.

"Yerim," Hyunjin blurted out.

Something in the way he had said that name, only to then pull you away and let go of your body as if you were burning him, did not sit well with you.

Quietly staring at the girl in front, you couldn't help the pinch in your chest. She was gorgeous, to say the least, and a dancer apparently, given the grey sportswear covering her body and the gym bag in her hand. Straight long hair, blonde, brown almond shaped eyes... the longer you stared, the worst you felt.

"I didn't know you... were..."

"I was just showing her my routine" he was fast to explain. Way too fast. "You know, the Psycho one".

So they were close enough to know each other's routines.

You internally recriminated yourself over that thought. They were classmates, of course they knew about each other's routines. That must've been the reason, right? Probably even Cherry and Minho knew Hyunjin was preparing this particular song.

"Oh, okay..." she nodded, awkwardly moving to the side so she could drop her things on the floor. "I can wait for you—"

"I was just leaving, actually" you announced.

"You were?" Hyunjin frowned.

You nodded, not daring to meet his eyes before you walked over to pick up your things. "Just remembered I had promised Cherry I would help her out with something tonight, so..."

"You're not waiting for Felix?" he wondered.

Funny how suddenly Felix seemed to be the only reason for you to stay.

"No, I saw him earlier today anyway" you shrugged, throwing your bag over your shoulder. "Say hi to him for me, though".

"Okay, but, um..." Hyunjin hesitated, looking at Yerim for a second before he rushed to your side right as you reached for the doorknob. "We're good, right?"

"Yeah," you let out a light laugh. A fake one, but he didn't need to know that. "Why wouldn't we?"

He shrugged. "Just making sure".

"It's okay," you smiled. "Have fun with the rest of practice".

"Okay..." he bit his lip, almost as if keeping himself from saying something more. "Text me when you're home".

"Will do" you promised.

Maybe once you took in everything that had just happened, and figured out why the hell the hurtful pinch in your chest was taking over the wild butterflies you had been feeling only a minute ago.

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[itsallyscorner]

“Move the plans”

Pairing: Florence Pugh x actress!reader (platonic)

Summary: Florence tells you to cancel your plans when she ends up in New York.

Warnings: Nothing really bad. Mentions lactose intolerance? Idk if that’s sensitive to people. Probably some spelling errors.

A/n: Hello darlings! I’m back from my unannounced break. I decided to write a platonic Florence fic because she’s a sweetheart and I loved her as Yelena! Also for those who follow me, don’t worry, I will be working on a sequel to my Tom Holland “Sour” fic!! But for now, please enjoy this fic!😚💕

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(Loml)

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You stood backstage in front of a mirror, looking at your appearance and making sure there were no wrinkles on the dress you wore. Your hairstylist was behind you, fluffing your hair and managing the stray baby hairs on your head. You were currently at NBC Studios in New York City, about to do an interview with the infamous, Jimmy Fallon. Tingles buzzed through your skin as you heard the cheers and music from the stage. Jimmy’s voice can be heard faintly backstage, only adding to your growing excitement.

The sound of heels clicking approached you, it took less than a second for you to feel the warm presence of Florence behind you. The both of you were starring in the upcoming Black Widow movie alongside Scarlett Johansson; after months of working together and spending days hanging out, you and Florence had become very close friends. She was, without a doubt, your favorite person in the world. Since the moment you met her, she had always been the most sweetest and caring person you’ve ever met—and you were proud to say you had her in your corner.

You met Flo’s eyes in the mirror and bright smiles were instantly on your faces. Turning around, you open your arms wide, and wrap them around her. Bear hugs were a must in your friendship with Flo, you both just loved receiving hugs from each other.

“Ahhh! I told you that dress would be perfect for tonight, you look stunning!” She squealed, tightening her arms around you. A day before Jimmy Fallon, you and Flo had been at your place with your stylist, picking out which dress you should wear for the interview. The dress was casual, but the color was so ever vibrant that it made the dress pop.

You pulled out the hug and looked at what she was wearing. Her gorgeous blonde hair was curled into loose locks and her dress was just as vibrant as yours. The pink of her dress and the orange (yellowish?) of yours complimented each other. Which coincidentally enough, was a parallel of your lovely friendship with Florence.

“Me? Flo, you look gorgeous! I’m so obsessed with this look!” You help her twirl, hyping her up as she showed off her outfit. After sneaking in a little mirror selfie and posting it onto Instagram, the two of you were given a five minute warning from one of the crew members. You and Flo were moved to stand behind the curtain, waiting for your cues to walk onto the stage.

While the two of you were getting mic’d up, Florence leaned closer to you.

“Can I be completely honest with you?” She mumbled, her stare remaining on the curtain before her. Your brow raises in curiosity as your head slightly turns to look at her.

“Of course, hun. What’s up?” You ask, your attention on her. She sighs and leans even closer so only you can hear her.

“I feel like I’m about to shit my pants.” She admits, swallowing nervously. Your mouth gapes, “Did you have iced coffee too?”

Flo’s face scrunches up in confusion, “N-no! That was me telling you I was nervous! Did you have iced coffee?” She fully turns to look at you and judging by the look of guilt plastered across your face, you did in fact have iced coffee.

“Maybe?” You answer, though it came out more like a question. Florence rolls her eyes at you.

“(Y/n), how many times do you have to be reminded that you’re lactose intolerant?” She scolded you.

You scoff, holding a hand up at her, “Trust me, I’m reminded every time I sit on a toilet.” You shake your head, trying to refocus the conversation.

“This isn’t about my poor digestive system—why are you nervous?”

She sighs, “I don’t know why I’m so nervous, I’m used to doing interviews and stuff. But I haven’t been on Jimmy Fallon, and there’s an audience out there and I don’t want to mess up or accidentally spoil the movie.”

You place a reassuring hand on her shoulder, “You may be British, but you’re not Tom Holland. You won’t spoil anything.” You start. She quickly shoots you a look that screams, “you’re not helping”. You make a gesture physically telling her that you’re getting to the point.

“You’re going to be fine! I mean you did Jimmy Kimmel right? This shouldn’t be that different, it’s the same thing—just different studios, in different states, and different Jimmy’s.” You point out. She nods along as you continue, “Plus, I’m gonna be up there with you. You won’t be alone.”

With the help of your reassurance and witty little comments, Florence felt her anxiousness simmer down. They weren’t completely gone but the fact that you were gonna be up there together made her relax more. Being part of Marvel had its pros and cons. Sure, the movies are spectacular and the actors are outstanding. Though when it comes to doing promo for said movies, it can be quite stressful. It’s a known fact that Marvel and it’s executives can be quite strict when it comes to interviews with anyone involved in the making of their films—their strictness made sense, although for first time MCU members, it took some getting used to.

Florence smiles at you, “Thank you.”

You playfully nudge her shoulder with yours, “Don’t worry about it.” You say with a kind smile.

The wholesome moment was interrupted by one of the stagehands telling you and Florence that the two of you were on in 15 seconds.

“Our guests tonight are making their big MCU debut in the new Black Widow film, please welcome (Y/n) (L/n) and Florence Pugh!”

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“So in the movie, there’s three of you guys—where’s the other one?” Jimmy asked, motioning his hand to the small space between you and Flo.

“She’s at home I believe.” Florence answered, glancing at you. “She’s busy doing stuff, you know—adult things.” She added.

You took the opportunity to make a joke and said, “Yet here we are promoting her movie.” You roll your eyes playfully. The crowd bursts out laughing, along with Jimmy, who smacked his desk.

“You know, we deserve a raise for this.” Flo considers, going along with your joke. She slightly snorts and nudges your arm with her elbow. “We could take Scarlett’s check and just split it in half for ourselves.”

“Problem solved.” You shrugged, high fiving her.

Another round of laughs fill the room as Jimmy says, “So you’re both taking Scarlett’s money?”

Jokingly, you nod in approval, “By the end of this interview? Definitely.”

Dropping the bit, you shake your head with a grin on your face. “I’m kidding! I’m only joking, I wouldn’t do that to her, even if I were forced to.”

Jimmy moves on as a picture of you, Florence, and Scarlett pops up on the screen. The picture had been posted on your Instagram and was taken while the three of you were filming in between takes. You were taking the selfie while Scarlett and Florence were poking their heads out from behind you making funny faces.

“I can’t imagine how exciting it is to be on a Marvel set, and to even work with one of the first ever heroes in the MCU—that must be insane!” Jimmy exclaims, motioning to another picture of the three of you.

“It’s unbelievable. To work alongside Scarlett and to follow this kind of path that she’s paved in the MCU is an honor. She really was like our older sister behind the scenes, because she was always guiding us and taking care of everyone. She’s the best.” Florence responded while you nodded in agreement.

“I watched the movie last night and one of the things I enjoyed the most was the dynamic the three of you had. You guys were like actual siblings.” Jimmy mentioned, motioning between you and Flo.

Florence giggled before squeezing you into a tight hug, “Yeah, she’s my big sister.” You smiled beamingly, patting her cheek before she let go.

“No, really! She’s like my actual younger sister.” You tell the audience, who “awed” at the hug you both shared. “We spent months on this movie and we spent every single day with each other. By the middle of production, we were basically roommates.”

“Roommates?” Jimmy questioned, leaning his elbows on his desk.

“Because I was always at her house.” Florence answered in a ‘duh’ tone. “I’ve actually grown an attachment to (Y/n), she’s like my comfort blanket. So I need to have her with me at all times. If she’s not with me, I just won’t leave the house.”

“Speaking of your attachment to (Y/n), there’s this video of you that you apparently sent her?” Jimmy gestured at you, “And you posted it on your Instagram and now the whole internet is obsessed with it.”

“Yup, that’s the one.” You confirmed.

“I know there’s probably some people who haven’t seen it, so here’s the video.” The video of Florence popped up on the screen and began to play.

(This fic was based on this TikTok😭)

Jimmy looked at you and Florence in amusement, “Can we get some context?”

Florence waved her hand at the screen and said, “As you can all see, I’m very persistent.”

“This wasn’t your first time sending her these kinds of videos?” Jimmy asked. You shook your head, a feign look of annoyance on your face.

“No, she does this all the time.”

“In my defense, I was unexpectedly flying out to New York for a project. I knew I was gonna be in the city for a few days, so I decided to call (Y/n) and make the most of my trip.” Flo defended herself, slightly pouting.

You leaned your head on her shoulder, “To be fair, it was also our first time seeing each other since we wrapped Black Widow, and we really missed each other.”

“(Y/n), did you have to move any plans?” Jimmy turns to you. Florence does the same.

“You know what, you never told me if you had plans or not.” She squints her eyes at you. Your arms crossed while your body slowly sunk into the couch.

You pretend to fix your lipstick, quickly muttering, “I might’ve moved some plans around.”

Florence’s mouth gapes in shock, her entire body freezing. She grips onto your shoulder, “Wait, you actually moved plans for me?”

“I might’ve rescheduled a lunch with someone, but that doesn’t really matter.” You replied, trying to move on from the topic. Jimmy pointed at you, a giant grin on his face, “You actually moved plans for Florence!”

Florence’s mouth was still wide in shock, “I can’t believe you actually moved plans for me—(Y/n)!” She whined.

“I missed seeing you, so of course I had to move them.” You bashfully explained, the corners of your lips turning upwards. Florence pulled you into a hug.

“Gosh, you really do love me!” She exclaimed.

“I really do!” You said, your arms wrapping around her as well.

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