#sofia is the first person that came to my mind when I saw the dress

[theroyalsandi]

What I wouldn’t give to see Catherine wear a deep plum or burgundy gown… and for her to not wear shoes with the exact color of the gown she’s in. She’s a queen of matchy-matchy 😩

There's nothing wrong with the matchy shoes, it looks good but I'll be honest, I'm not a fan of the dress. it looks like an inflatable man tube. And it reminds me so much of Sofia's dress at Nobel Prize Banquet 2018:

[kaepop-trash]

I'm actually so curious about that whole interaction in the first chance encounter story with johnny and the girl in the green dress

This was fun to write. Dare I say I'm actually quite proud of this one. This Johnny is almost entertaining to write and I think my amusement shows. Thank you for this ask so I could explore this entire thing from his perspective. Fun fun fun.

Warnings: Smut, Exhibitionism/Voyeurism, Penetration, Impulsive decisions.

WC: 2.6

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"Johnny, you're staring at her." He turned away at the words, the light laugh in Sofia's voice making him unknit his brows. "Who is she, anyway?"

"Just someone Ten introduced me to." Johnny lied with ease. "You know how he is. Dangling temptation in front of me for his own amusement."

"I'm trying to recall if I've seen her before." Sofia turned to assess (Y/N) like she usually did with a potential prospect, "She's cute." She added with a shrug.

"It's her first time." Johnny stated, lips tugging when Sofia turned back to him with a smirk. When she raised her brow at him expectantly Johnny bit his cheek, giving her a shake of his head.

"I'm not sure if I'm up for a new one. They're always a little too shy for my taste." Johnny looked away from the woman to call the bartender over.

It wasn't an outright lie. While he had his own more pressing reasons to not even entertain the idea, the ones he voiced were also on his list. Johnny never really did gravitate towards the occasional new faces despite the club's overall fascination with them. New ones needed to be taught, and Johnny didn't come here to be a guide.

It was also the truth that he did not like shy people, especially women. The coy type didn't suit his purposes. When he ended up in the club, it wasn't to have an invisible dance of wits with someone. He came here to fuck.

"It's always the shy ones that surprise you." She added with the same knowing glance Ten gave earlier. "But sure, have it your way." She flicked her wrist, turning her attention to the approaching bartender Sofia wouldn't admit she had a soft spot for.

"I always do." Johnny smiled, grinning when she slapped his arm with a light laugh.

It was her words though that had him thinking about (Y/N) again. Truly, Sofia was right about that. This shy one had done nothing but surprise him all evening.

An inadvertent grin lifted his lips as he thought about the comments she made at his expense. He'd be insulted if he wasn't so surprised by how the person he usually saw dutifully nodding to anything he or Kun asked of her had that it in her to even voice grievance at all. Nonetheless so colourfully. Johnny did always enjoy a good wit almost as much as he enjoyed being surprised.

It was terrible, he realised. He had seen the woman by the elevator just before he left for the evening, to come here nonetheless. She gave him a cursory update on his looming IPO and he sent her off with a request to have a good weekend.

And now Johnny wanted to take up that task himself.

He turned in his chair, to look at (Y/N) again. Despite knowing better. When he did, she seemed to be looking in their direction.

Except she was certainly looking at Sofia instead of him. And it made Johnny feel the need to make her look at him instead.

Another terrible thought.

Then she turned to do the very thing he wanted and the surprise from that made his heart pick up in pace. He couldn't help the grin that tugged on his lips. Her smile in return was an unsure one.

"Just go fuck her." He heard Sofia scoff.

It was an image he didn't need, no matter how irresistible it became the longer it played out in his mind at the mention. He shook his head, turning back to her.

Johnny traced the low collar of Sofia's emerald green dress with his finger, the ghost of a smirk twitching his lips.

"Trying to get rid of me?" He looked away from her chest slowly, raising a brow when his eyes met hers.

"No." She swallowed, shaking her head. Johnny wondered if he'd ever get used to the immediate rush he got from flustering otherwise confident women. The confusion from the nerves they weren't used to feeling never failed to arouse him.

"You know how I hate it when you try play hard to get. We both know I don't have any patience for games." He licked his lips when her otherwise confident indifference fought to seep back into her now fidgety gaze.

"The more you say that the more I think you secretly beg for some rattling." She gave him a knowing smirk, "But of course. You know how little I care for feigned modesty."

"What makes you say I want to be rattled?" Johnny practically taunted the woman.

"You're a man after all, Johnny. Even you're predictable sometimes." She turned in her own chair, crossing her legs and leaning over. Johnny's eyes shifted to the cleavage she put on display for him.

"Trying to rile me up, are we Blondie?" He questioned with a lowering voice.

"She's here with the rockstar, isn't she?" She changed the topic without any care for his words, "I've heard he gives the best head in the club." She clapped her hands together. "I've also heard he's a formidable kisser." She taunted him back. "Something you're never willing to offer."

"You can try with the rockstar. I don't think you're his type." Johnny shrugged.

"I'm everybody's type, Mr. Suh." She sat back, clicking her tongue. "Come on, let's go give you what you want. You're so rude when you're horny." She rolled her eyes, blinking almost apologetically when she realised her folly.

On a different date he would have pointed it out. But when he turned his gaze, he saw the rockstar making his way to the back of the club with (Y/N). Probably to where Ten sat with Taemin.

"Come find me a little later?" He turned back to Sofia, "I have to talk to Taemin once before he leaves." He told her, picking up his untouched drink as he strode through the room with the intention of getting to his destination before the both of them did.

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Johnny should have exercised more caution when he realised he was very visibly sizing her up. But he was sure he'd stopped caring the moment he realised that she was in the same clothes she had left work in. Instead of it being the warning that he desperately needed, the thought only made an unprecedented itch settle that he was dying to scratch.

Johnny knew that his impulse would one day get him into trouble. For now, he reasoned that on the weekend he was nobody's employer. Instead he was an increasingly horny man.

Maybe he had actually stopped caring when her appeal to Taemin reiterated that this fiercely competent woman was always around him and his boundaries were the sole reason he kept his notice away.

When his blood pumped a little faster from the determined professionalism in her voice, Johnny knew he was in trouble. As he watched her back straighten, she gave Taemin a clear list of reasons to join the label that even Johnny could tell he found worthy of a second thought.

Somewhere along that, he had also found his gaze lingering on her lips. He was almost stumped by how he was literally seeing (Y/N) in a way that was so very new to him. The women he otherwise only knew for her excellent contracts and terrible taste in coffee he would now know her having lips that almost demanded attention.

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Johnny had always been told his own lips were worth notice, but he took the words to be a trick to give up his one rule. As he watched her tap her wine glass against her ruby red mouth, Johnny truly understood how distracting a good set could really be. Johnny never cared for kissing enough to indulge in the act with most people.

So maybe it was when his thoughts circled back over and over again to how her lips would feel against his that Johnny should have taken a step back.

Instead he saw her give a small pout as she told him her desire to experience the notes of the wine. Johnny decided that it was almost his duty to help her out, his only payment being the way he did it.

With her eyes closed and lips parted, Johnny formed his words precisely to prolong the excruciating moment. He told himself that this much he'd allow himself to have. The shallow breaths that made her bottom lip quiver occasionally, the way the rapid rise and fall of her chest brought his attention to the three undone buttons and the teasing peak at her chest. It also bought his attention back to the chain around her neck, almost taunting him with a promise of more surprise.

Johnny wanted to be a good man, at least at his place of work. To live up to being a decent man who did not fraternise with colleagues because with his penchant for getting bored of partners it would certainly spell disaster.

But the chain around her neck was like a secret that was begging to be uncovered. How could the obedient one in front of him wear anything but gold? What was it that he was missing and how could he find out?

Johnny suddenly did wish that (Y/N) was just another new face in the club. But a smaller part of him knew that most of his undeniable attraction came from how wrong the need to scratch his irrefutable itch felt.

When she opened her eyes, the dazed blur in her gaze made him think that he'd almost do it too. Especially when her gaze settled on his lips and he had to bite down on them in case something spilled.

The way his stubborn dick twitched when she bit down on her own though, made him realise that he wasn't thinking with his mind at the moment. So he sat back and loosened the grip of his tie.

A compromise was what he decided to come to by himself. So he just silently, almost expectantly watched her. He reasoned that a clear sign from her would be all he needed. When her gaze didn't waver from him, Johnny almost gave in to his desire to ask her if she wanted to ride him into the weekend. The thought made him take a soft breath as the image infiltrated his mind and refused to relent.

He almost grabbed her by the wrist when someone called her name and whatever trance they were in broke. Johnny tried to hide his irritation but he was sure he failed when her gaze lingered on his face. To his agony, it looked more intrigued than cautious.

He tried to be nonchalant, when he offered her more wine later. What he wanted her to know was that he was available at her one call. Johnny suddenly wanted nothing more than to give his brain the night off.

Once she left, he thought he'd do himself a favour and look for Sofia. He speculated that a good fuck would do something to ease his impulse and clear his mind.

"Are you playing hard to get?" Sofia frowned at Johnny when he pulled her away from a man she was speaking to.

"No, I told you to come find me later." He ran his fingers through his hair.

"I don't mean me. I mean with the new girl. I thought you were already christening that pretty face."

Johnny frowned at the crude words but kept his offense to himself. He was the one that knew her, to Sofia she was just another face.

"I told you I don't care for the new ones. Come on. Don't tease me, I'll make it worth it." He tugged her green dress towards him.

"Fine. But she can watch me fuck what she's missing. I'm bored." She shrugged.

"I sometimes forget what a bitch you are." Johnny scoffed with a humorless smile. "Fine, let's see how she feels about that." Despite himself, the prospect amused him.

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Johnny knew it was a mistake the moment he opened his eyes and found hers on him. Her cheeks were the same irresistible colour as her full lips as she sat with frozen intent. Eyes still so infuriatingly curious more than anything else.

Johnny should have taken Sofia upstairs if he wanted this to clear his mind off the woman that was out of bounds. Instead the swirling mix of his growing pleasure and the undeniable arousal in (Y/N)'s gaze made him almost certain of how this was going to end.

He reasoned again that if he did something about this itch immediately then it wouldn't grow into what would most certainly ruin a professional relationship.

Johnny's thoughts came back to the present when he felt Sofia's expert pace falter. Looking up he saw her turn back to look at (Y/N) with another knowing look. In his state, Johnny was more impulse than he was a man. It made him jerk her head back swiftly.

"Not yours." He warned her, jerking his hips up to make his point. She laughed haughtily despite the way her body tumbled into his.

"Alright. You can have her. I didn't think you could be possessive." She groaned when he thrust up again. "Especially for the new shy one." She added before he tore a moan out of her.

Once satisfied by the exchange, Johnny turned his eyes back to (Y/N).

Despite what Sofia just said, he wasn't prepared for the surge of heat he felt when the rockstar leaned close to her ear. The smirk on his face seemed to be suggestive and Johnny had to tighten his fingers on Sofia's waist to resist the urge to lift her off him and walk across the room, to do what he really wanted. He raised an irate brow at (Y/N), daring her not to look away from him.

When she obeyed Johnny felt his dick tighten and he looked back to Sofia more out of courtesy than anything else. Within a few thrusts though, his eyes closed and the face he saw told him that Johnny had absolutely set himself to be screwed. His release didn't even feel satisfying.

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Johnny sat at the bar still replaying the way the rockstar had cupped (Y/N)'s cheeks like it was a proposition. In truth, it was absolutely his fault for thinking he would even be a viable alternative when she most definitely thought of him as her difficult boss.

But it was also his fault for taking so long to come to terms with his shortcomings. Johnny was never going to be a person who wasn't impulsive. It just took him till the moment he saw (Y/N) follow the rockstar up the stairs to realise that his discomfort could have ended a lot sooner.

Johnny turned towards the room, wondering if he had it in him to go look for someone in hopes of a more satisfying end to his evening.

When he spotted (Y/N) approach him, his breath faltered.

Asking her about the rockstar was as petty as it was unnecessary. Either way his resolve had solidified the moment his gaze settled on the sway of her hips as she approached, only furthering when she admitted that she wasn't going to be going upstairs with anybody. And confirming that it was all his fault.

When she called him out on his disingenuous apology he made one last compromise with himself. Still it was like the surprise he got from the sudden shift in her disposition was a taunt.

The sharp jabs that came from her soft lips finally gave him a hint of the secret she had wrapped around her neck in copper.

He still wanted more. And he braced himself for his next words carefully, trying to put aside the dreadful outcome it would bring to this chance encounter.

He took a slow breath, "I have a proposition for you."

Character from: Chance Encounter

Mini Masterlist

[lovesanmotion]

yandere!ateez reacts: s/o with agere

💌. This is: requested 

Heads Up: To those who don’t know what agere is (like me when this was requested) agere is short for age regression. Agere is completely different from DDLG, it is also 100% SFW and a coping mechanism. 

Seonghwa: 

He wouldn’t leave you alone, wherever you are, he would always be beside you. Seonghwa always has the need to see and touch you. If you weren’t in his sight or hold, his eyes would go wide and look for you everywhere. Like a mother who goes on full panic when her child gets distracted and follows something in a busy crowd. 

The first (and last) time Seonghwa lost you in a crowd was the time you asked him to go to an amusement park with you. The bright lights, tall ferris wheel and happy smiles of the children made you jealous and you asked Seonghwa to take you there. He wouldn’t let you at first, but since your birthday is nearing, he thought that maybe going to the amusement park for your birthday is the best gift he could give. 

And it is the best gift you’ve ever received. Seonghwa could never forget the bright smile on your face while you are eating a cotton candy, clinging onto his arm when going inside the haunted house and him winning the huge teddy bear for you. When you started to feel hungry, you pointed to him this food stall that caught your attention, walking towards the stall and asking what you wanted to eat. And while waiting, you mentally hummed to yourself while hugging the teddy bear, your eyes darting around the place until a bubble came into your view and popped before your eyes. 

Unknown to Seonghwa’s attention, you had titlted your head to the other side and followed where those bubbles were coming from and who was blowing them. But you failed to recognize that further you stray away from him until you no longer knew how to get back. Seonghwa, coming back to his senses, no longer felt your presence by his side. His eyes widened and left the stall, turning his head left and right while looking all over for you. Multiple scenarios ran through his mind and he prayed that you are still here, not leaving him for anyone perhaps. 

But once he stops dead on his tracks, his heart broke into a million pieces. A few feet away from him is you, crying while hugging the teddy bear tight. He would run over to you and immediately hug you tightly. Leaning away and wiping your tears as he asks you where you went and why you left his side. He wouldn’t be able to bring himself to scold you. Instead, he’ll hold your hand tightly while going home, making your favorite dish and cuddling in bed instead. 

Hongjoong: 

He loves to personalize your clothes for you. He’d buy an item off the rack, take it home to re design it and then hand it to you. However, he noticed that you weren’t wearing the clothes. When he asked you one night about it, you straight up told him that you prefer wearing thin clothing. He found it odd at first. But he would observe how you would rather wear a tank top, underwear and socks than an expensive pajama set. Cuddling a stuffed toy to sleep while sucking your thumb. It was an odd behavior but he found it cute and heart warming to watch you. Even when he pulls you in his embrace, he would feel his insides bursting at how you would snuggle up to him. He wouldn’t say but he always wished it was nighttime so he would be able to watch you sleep before placing kisses on top of your head. 

Yunho: 

When Yunho met you at first, you told him how you hated tying your hair. But if it was necessary, you would tie your hair. And you love it when people compliment your hair, but when it comes to dating Yunho, you couldn’t get enough of him showering you with praises. 

And he did find it out that one day you asked him to buy you those cute little hair tie in clear plastic packs sold in children’s department store. He didn’t know why but nevertheless while he was out he bought it for you. To add it up, you suddenly asked him to tie your hair. 

“But I thought you didn’t like tying your hair?” Yunho asked, curiously eyeing the hair ties inside the plastic. 

“I really don’t like it but please tie my hair for me. Any style would do.” You begged, kneeling down on his feet with your hands clasped together, a pout painting your lips. Yunho sighed and ordered you to sit down on the couch. He walked at the back and stood behind you, gently combing your hair before you taught him how to braid your hair. When he was done, you waddled over to the mirror, putting on the quirky little hair pins before going back to where Yunho was and straddling on his lap. 

Yeosang: 

You were quite the picky eater and it pissed Yeosang off whenever he would cook vegetables and you wouldn’t pay any attention to it. He tried alot of tactics like hiding it under the meat, but you would always find it and put it on the edge of your plate. At first, he would just let it slide, thinking there is alot of ways to make you eat vegetables. But eating solids is still different from drinking solids turned to liquids. 

“If you aren’t going to eat your vegetables then just fucking stay in the table until you eat them.” He abruptly stood up from his seat and left the kitchen, growing from watching you ignoring your plate filled with carrots and green peas. That night, Yeosang was able to do everything: having his night shower, brushing his teeth, doing his skincare. Four hours after he left you in the kitchen, he found you already dosed off on top of the dining table finally eating the carrots and green peas. He cleaned up your used utensils before gently scooping you up in his arms, heading towards the bathroom as he gently sat you down on top of the counter, brushing your teeth and washing your face before laying you down on the bed besides him. 

San: 

When you found out that there was a playground in the neighborhood, you had begged to San to take you there everyday. Even though it was just a few walks away from your house, San was scared that you could run away and leave him. But actually it was the opposite. He didn’t know what was up until he saw you all happy and giggling at the sight of a the swings, slide and rocking horses. 

He was blank and stared at you in confusion. What was about a playground that got you all so hyped up? He stood close where were you are and watched you in awe. Crouching down at the end of the slide. 

“Y/N~ come down the slide quick!” He calls, looking up at you with a big smile. He watched you sit down on the upper end and slide down to him before placing a peck on your lips. 

Mingi: 

He stared at the dress and tiara in your hands in horror. There is no way he is going to wear that and join a tea party with you and your eight plushies. But that was half an hour ago and now Mingi, wearing Sofia the First’s purple gown is playing tea party with you (wearing Cinderella’s blue gown) and with your eight plushies. Fake gossiping about what is happening in their respective kingdoms. 

This is a new feeling to Mingi and somehow he’s liking it. Well, too much. He would act soft with you, drinking and eating how women in the old days would and laughing with a hand hovering his mouth. 

Wooyoung: 

His eyes shot up instantly when he hears you crying beside him. Turning to the other side, he immediately engulfed you in his embrace, soothing your arm. 

“Bad dream?” He asks when your cries slowly died down. You nodded your head, he slowly laid down on his back and placing you to lay down on his chest. 

“It’s okay, darling. I won’t be going anywhere.” It got quiet for a moment before he softly sang to Spring Day while slowly running his fingers on your hair. When he felt a heavy weight down his chest, he didn’t need to peak as he knew that you had fallen back to sleep. Smiling to himself, he brought the blanket on top of them before going back to sleep as well. 

Jongho: 

He prepared all the snacks and drinks on the living room table, covering yourself with a pink blanket as Jongho puts on Bee Movie on his netflix. He sits down besides on the couch, getting his purple blanket and covering himself too as he watches the movie. Occassionally eating pop tarts and funfetti flavored cupcakes and sipping apple juice. When the movie ends, he crawls through the floor still covered in his blanket as he turns to play Despicable Me. 

[maneskinrollercoaster]

~ And All That For a Lighter ~

Pairing: Damiano David x Naomi (fictional character)

Word count: 3035

Warnings: none

Summary: Naomi meets Damiano in a café for the first time.

Naomi entered the café all soaked, her cheeks red from running and her hair messy and wet from the rain. It was pouring outside which was the thing she despised the most. Surprisingly tho she felt good. Fresh. She loved walking around Rome in the morning and for the first time in her life she admired this rainy weather. Little drops of water flowed over her cheek. Her life was a big mess and you could say she needed something new.

When a month ago she found her boyfriend cheating with her best friend she felt like her whole life collapsed. That’s when she decided to change something. Start a new life. She started admiring things she’s never liked before, she started dressing differently, she became more confident in her own body. She even started working out which was the most unexpected thing since physical education was her least favorite subject in high school.

Naomi always thought love was the most essential part of everyone’s life, but a sight of Alessandro having fun in their bed with Sofia made her hate love more than anything. She decided to move on and live life completely and only for herself.

- Buongiorno Joey - she said reaching the bartender standing behind the counter.

- Buongiorno piccola, what can I get for you?

- One espresso please, and one brownie - the bartender nodded and started preparing her order.

She decided to sit down since she would probably spend a lot of time working on her laptop and enjoying this rainy morning. The inside of café was warm and welcoming, comfortable couches, puffy pillows and a lot of plants. She visited this café every day for the past two weeks and she found herself enjoying this place maybe even more than her new flat.

Naomi went to sit in the corner on a cozy red couch. She took off her soaked jacket and pulled out her laptop with a couple of notebooks. She was a student of economy and since she had to find herself some more things to do she decided to actually try harder to have a better degree at her college. She wasn’t so fond of the direction she chose but she knew it’s gonna bring her a prosperous life. In fact her favorite thing in the world was art. She started painting when she was 8 years old. Since then she really enjoyed staying all day alone in her room painting everything she could, from beautiful portraits to mesmerizing landscapes. She had a huge talent but she was too afraid to chase her dreams.

When she met Alessandro he quickly bashed her ideas of becoming a professional painter, saying that it’s not something she will build her life on and that she will be only wasting her time. She was mad at him for a couple of days but then she quit her painting dream and chose economy for her main subject.

- Ecco a te, one coffee and one brownie - said Joey bringing her order to the table and putting it right in front of her.

- Grazie mille - Naomi answered and smiled to him.

She took a sip of coffee and smiled. It was delicious. That was another reason why she kept coming back here every day. They made the best coffee she’s ever drunk.

Two hours passed and Naomi was still working on her assignment she was supposed to give in till next Monday. It was about lunch time so she decided she will pack her things in an hour and she will go find a place to eat something. She took the last sip of the coffee and finished her first task when someone pulled her out of her little trans.

- Ah shit! I’m all wet! - she heard someone saying and moment later she saw a guy reaching the bartender.

He was tall and had slightly longer, dark brown hair. She could only see his profile but only that was enough for her to admit that he was really handsome. He was wearing black trousers, black Dr. Martens, white tank top and an oversized black jacket. He looked good and Naomi couldn’t take her eyes off of him.

- Damiano! It’s so good to see you man! - Joey said and shook hands with the new guy.

Damiano. The name really suit him. Naomi didn’t take her eyes off him even once.

- Ciao, ciao, Joey! - his voice was attractive as well. Raspy and deep but really calm.

Naomi didn’t know what was happening. Usually she didn’t pay attention to any guys after Alessandro but he was different. He looked edgy and bold but he seemed nice too. She was staring at him. And not in a polite way. She was literally eyeing him from up and down and she didn’t even realize.

- Give me an espresso man, I’m so tired, I just woke up. Yesterday we had so much fun. Victoria came up with this new idea of the song and we all stayed up late till 4 am trying to figure out how to pull it up together. - Damiano said.

So he’s into music. Nice. Naomi was still staring at him so rudely but she didn’t care at this point. Music is also art - she thought and smiled slightly not letting go of his person.

- Typical you, Dam, you’ve never slept a full night, did you? - Joey said and they both laughed.

- Do you have a lighter maybe? I forgot mine. - Damiano said and started searching his pockets.

- I don’t man, sorry. Let me make your order. Anything else for you?

- No, no that’s all. I’m gonna go search for a lighter and I’ll be back.

He turned around searching for people but at this time the café was empty. Only Naomi sitting in the corner. He started walking towards her. Oh shit, he’s coming here, stop staring, stop staring, stop staring - Naomi thought and looked at her laptop trying to pretend that’s she didn’t just checked him out for 10 minutes straight.

- Scusi, I’m.. - he reached her table and started speaking but stopped when she looked at him. - I’m sorry to interrupt but do you have a lighter maybe? - he said after a second.

- No, I’m sorry. I don’t smoke. - Naomi blushed and smiled lightly.

- Okey, grazie. - he smiled and started walking away.

- But there’s a store at the corner, I think they might have some. - Naomi said

- Grazie, grazie. - he laughed slightly and waved at her.

Naomi went back to her tasks still blushing not knowing why. 15 minutes passed and Damiano entered the café again carrying two bags. He came up to Naomi smiling.

- I uh.. Sorry to interrupt again but.. Do you want to maybe eat lunch with me? I just thought that it’s lunch time and you’re sitting here alone and since you helped me with the lighter.. - he couldn’t stop speaking and Naomi blushed again laughing. He looked a bit nervous.

- Of course, I would love to eat lunch with you. - she said interrupting him.

- I’m Damiano - he said pulling out his hand.

- Naomi - she said and grabbed his hand to shake it but he turned it and kissed the top of her palm.

She felt something weird in her stomach, like butterflies but she pushed them aside and only smiled to him. Damiano sat on the couch opposite Naomi and put two bags on the table.

- I didn’t know what you like, obviously because I don’t know you, yeah very clever Dam, whatever.. - he started speaking and Naomi couldn’t stop but laugh at him loudly

- Don’t worry, I’m not a peaky eater - she said sending him a reassuring smile.

- Alright, well, I ordered pasta with shrimps and some pesto and cherry tomatoes. - he said taking out the box with food from the bag. - I also got you a cherry smoothie but we can switch if you’d like.

- Wow, and that all for a lighter? You really didn’t have to. But thank you so much, I was about to go for lunch anyways. - she said grabbing the box that he handed her.

- Yes well, you’re really beautiful.. I mean, no.. I mean you are beautiful but I just wanted to say that you’re really nice and yeah I don’t know I just thought you might like to eat something.. Not that you look like you’re starving but yeah..

- Heyyy, thank you, really, that’s so nice of you. - she said smiling widely.

Naomi took the first bite of her pasta and it was delicious. She remembered her grandmother cooking shrimps every Saturday and all her family gathering together for a family dinner in the garden. It tasted just the same.

They ate everything and after two hours of talking and laughing and getting to know each other it was time for Joey to close the café. Naomi stood up and packed her things, said goodbye to Joey and together with Damiano they stepped out of the café. It stopped raining and instead there was a full sun and a fresh breeze.

- So what are you gonna do now? - he asked standing in front of her.

- Umm.. I think I’m just gonna go back to my flat, make myself some snacks and watch Netflix till I fall asleep - Naomi laughed.

- Alright well, do you mind if I walk you home? - Damiano asked steeping a bit closer to her.

- Sure, why not, we can take a walk.

That day Damiano walked Naomi to her house and they exchanged numbers, planning to meet again. He kissed her cheek for goodbye and squeezed her hand and Naomi has never felt like that in a long time. She was happy and Damiano, even tho she met him today, made her feel really good. Naomi couldn’t sleep that night still thinking of him and wondering why she felt so different around him.

*3 months later*

- What do you mean you don’t like Star Wars! - Damiano shouted to Naomi while they both walked towards the beach where they were supposed to watch sunset and have a little picnic.

Since the day they met they spent almost every day together. Damiano surprised her with multiple occasions to go out together, either for lunch or dinner or even breakfast when he woke up earlier than usual. He found himself falling for her. In fact he realized he fell for her the day he first laid his eyes on her. He found her funny, spontaneous and really kind and caring. When she told him about her painting dream he was so shocked she gave up, that he argued with her till he convinced her to chase the dream even if she thought it was too late. Naomi really enjoyed his company, he made her feel really happy and safe and most importantly - loved. She knew she developed some feelings and she didn’t want to admit it but at the back of her head she knew she fell in love. He made her laugh and supported her when she was having bad moments. He became her best friend at some point. Both of them were taking things a bit slower tho, they were both afraid, broken-hearted after rough ended relationships.

- I just don’t, I don’t understand how they made so many movies out of such a lame plot. - she said defending herself.

- How can you even say that! The plot is amazing! The space action scenes, come on! - he said offended but smiling.

- Yeah I just don’t see the point of filming it, that’s all.

- I don’t know how Victoria can still be friends with you, we’re both huge fans of Star Wars! You’re lucky I like you - Damiano started laughing and put his arm around Naomi’s shoulders.

She got to meet Victoria, Ethan and Thomas. Bassist, drummer and guitarist of their band Måneskin. Naomi wasn’t really into music so she didn’t really know them and didn’t know they’re pretty known here in Italy. Victoria was the kindest person Naomi could ever see. When her and Damiano stepped into the studio where they were recording, Vic was the first to reach out to her. She hugged her tightly and was clearly really happy to meet her. She then introduced Thomas and Ethan to her. Thomas started joking around that Damiano finally found himself a girlfriend and Ethan was really polite, he kissed Naomi’s hand and hugged her too, smiling really kindly. They were all so nice. They started inviting her over for dinners or just to hang out by the pool. She also listened to them playing and recording their new songs. Damiano told them that she wanted to be a painter and they all started reassuring her even more, that chasing her dream is the best thing for her and that she should never give up. Naomi really felt like she finally found her place.

Naomi and Damiano reached the beach, they put the blanket on the sand, put out all the food from the basket and they sat opposite each other. They were both smiling widely and chatting about everything. They drank some wine, ate some pasta and then they sat next to each other admiring the sunset.

- I really like you, you know? - Damiano said glancing at Naomi. - And I mean, I like you a lot. You’re really an amazing person with so much talent and you’re just so caring and loving. You really make me happy. - he said not taking his eyes off of her.

- Dami.. - Naomi started but she was interrupted.

- What I want to say is.. - he took her hands - I fell in love with you Naomi. I fell for you hard and I’m pretty sure since the day I saw you at that café. I care about you so much and any time with you is my favorite time in the world. So if you want to.. We could try, you know.. Being together, like, in a relationship. - he said in one breathe.

Naomi was speechless, her stomach was squeezing and she felt her cheeks turning red. She never would have though that someone will make her feel like this again. She knew that he cares for her but she didn’t know that he would feel the same way she felt about him.

- Dami.. Of course I do want to try, you make me the happiest, and honestly I didn’t know you feel the same way, that’s why I didn’t say anything. And also because.. - Naomi wanted to tell him about Alessandro but she was scared that Damiano will back off, saying that he will give her time.

- What’s wrong, bella? - he said gently squeezing her hand.

- I was in a relationship before. His name was Alessandro and we met before I started college. We were together for 3 years and everything was going just fine. But then.. One day when I came back home earlier than usual I found him cheating with my best friend, Sofia. Since then I just decided to not get into any relationship and live only for myself because I was too afraid to get hurt again - Naomi said looking down at their intertwined hands.

- Oh bella.. - Damiano pulled her into a tight hug.

He stroked her back and her hair and he was whispering to her ear. A single tear fell down her cheek but not because she was hurt but because of how gentle and caring Damiano was. He hugged her and made her feel better and she couldn’t find herself with anyone else right now than with him. He pulled away, looked into her eyes and smiled slightly.

- I was in a relationship too a while ago. It turned out we didn’t match and our life goals and perspectives were so different that we decided to end things. Maybe it wasn’t as harsh as your breakup but I felt awful for at least a month. I didn’t go out of my room and I lost all will to write music. Victoria brought me food every day but I just didn’t want to eat. But it all passed.. Listen, if you need more time it’s all good, I’ll give you space and I’ll wait till you’re ready.

Naomi was silent for a couple of seconds. In her head there was a battle. She wanted to let go of bad memories and trust Damiano completely, start a relationship with him, but on the other hand she was scared to get hurt again.

- No Dami. I don’t need time, I know what I want and I know how you make me feel and that’s why I want to try. - Naomi said hugging him tightly.

She knew she just overcame her fear and she felt free. Like a huge stone fell off of her heart. She felt amazing and she wanted to live this moment as long as she could. Damiano pulled away and cupped her cheek with his hand. He pulled her closer and she could feel his breath on her face. Slowly, but slightly Damiano leaned in and brushed his lips against hers. Naomi touched his cheek and pulled him even closer. And then they both intertwined their lips in a gentle, yet passionate kiss.

Naomi felt her stomach squeezing when Damiano put his hand on her back. It was their first kiss and the sunset was almost turning into the night. They pulled away after seconds and smiled widely at each other.

- I promise, I’ll always take care of you. - Damiano said leaning his forehead against hers.

- Always. - Naomi said grabbing his hand and intertwining their fingers together.

That’s when they both knew that they found soulmates in each other.

[crowensbaby]

CHAPTER 3

She didn't think it would be possible but, instead, there she was. Standing in front of the upcoming Seattle Grace Mercy West facility, the hospital that had formed her, it had seen her grow as a person and as a surgeon, who had been a spectator of all her adventures, victories and even her defeats, where she became Cristina Yang, renowned cardiothoracic surgeon, owner of the KlausMann Institute research hospital.

She had left him not knowing she was hosting another person inside her body and now, she was back with that person next to her, with red curls gathered in two French braids and bright and happy blue eyes .

Bracing themselves, they entered the main entrance. Many people turned to hear the sound of the heels of the woman who was now entering the elevator with her daughter to go up to the pediatric floor.

As soon as they entered the ward, she immediately visualized Arizona with Sofia next to her who, dressed in a surgeon's uniform made to measure and personalized with her name "Do we have a new doctor in circulation?" "You mean, two" and the blonde showed an identical uniform with the name of Vanessa "Thanks Arizona!" the little girl hugged her, happy “Now let's go. Come with me. I'll take you to Alex and Jo where you can change ".

From the window the two women noticed that Karev was sleeping in the armchair next to his wife's bed and they would have decided to make as little noise as possible if only the girls had been of the same opinion. In fact, the little brunette and the little redhead made their entrance cackling and then suddenly shut themselves up in the bathroom, scaring the poor sleeping doctor to death. “What's going on ?! Do you feel bad ?! Has anyone died ?! How is Noah ?! " Jo laughed when she saw her husband's face. “All right Alex. They just arrived ... "" Did you sleep well Evil Spawn? " “Yang! Did you make that noise to wake me up? Were you okay with Robbins? " “I would love to have thought that but, I would say no” the bathroom door opened. “Look how beautiful I am mom. It seem to have been made especially for me! " the room filled with laughter, Vanessa is exactly Cristina's daughter “Absolutely darling. Now go with Sofia, don't get hurt, please "when her little girls came out, they move on to important topics" How do you intend to proceed for Noah, Doctor Yang? " the expression of a worried mother was reflected on Jo's face "First I have to see the images and, if possible, make new ones. I hope I can help you. Now, if you don't mind, I'll go check it out. ” She walked out of the room, leaving the bride and groom with Arizona.

He returned after a few hours with the yellow envelope that contained the various radiographs and MRI "So ... from the images you can see that the situation is quite critical because the problem worsens quickly as he is a newborn without any antibody yet, so I'll keep him under observation again a night or two and, unless it gets worse sooner, I'll operate. "" But are you sure you can do it? Will our son live? " "I wasn't so sure since ..." her pager rang and, when she saw what the notification said, Cristina's face went white "Please, not again" she whispered, then apologized and ran to the ER.

In ER 1 there was a little red-haired girl lying on a bed while being checked by a doctor who, though awkward, was doing a good job. The boy was surprised that, even though she evidently had a broken leg, several bruises and a blow to the head, she did not shed a tear as one would expect from a girl her age. The young resident was frightened when the door of the room opened, letting in a woman with indomitable black curls “Who are you? And how is my daughter? " “Mom…” “I-I am Dr. Schmitt, Levi Schmitt. Vanessa needs to do some x-rays and an abdominal CT scan. It doesn't sound serious but… ”“ Yeah, I know how it works. I am a surgeon too. What about the head? " she said noticing the cut on her forehead "I called Dr. Shepherd who will take care of that and Dr. H ..." poor Levi couldn't finish speaking when Owen Hunt, Derek Shepherd and two doctors Cristina didn't know made their entrance " What do we have, Schmitt? " "Vanessa Yang, 4 years old, fallen due to an unknown cause, evident displaced fracture of the tibia, various hematomas on the abdomen and possible concussion" no one seemed to notice the Asian - as well as the girl's surname -, in a corner of the room which, worried she observed all the actions of the doctors “No concussion. It's just a small cut, some stitches will be enough "" We have to put the bone back in its place "then he turned to the redhead " Hey, I'm Dr. Lincoln, but you can call me Link. Dr. Kim and I "and he pointed to the other doctor next to him" we will fix your leg but now we have to put the bone in his place. It will hurt a lot but, I promise you that afterwards you will be much better, ok? " her blue eyes began to fill with tears of fear and, it was at that moment that Cristina showed up “Nessa your mother is here with you. I'll always hold your hand, okay? These doctors are very good. And then… you'll have a beautiful cast on her leg ”she motioned for the two orthopedists to do it while she distracted her daughter“ You can choose the color here. You already have one in mind "" Red! Like your dress, mom. What you always keep in the bag so as not to ruin it and… AH! " the leg was back in place and Nico Kim was binding it temporarily.

Once this was done, they all left leaving Vanessa, Cristina and Owen alone “I didn't notice any internal bleeding. But these ugly bruises will hurt a lot until they heal so, I'll give you some things to not make you suffer, okay little girl? " he saw her nod hidden in the chest of her mother who, coincidentally, was the woman who in almost 5 years had never been able to get out of his head and heart, even when he married Amelia "Thank you very much Owen" she smiled he. God! How he had missed that smile! “I just do my job. I'll have Dr. Schmitt come in again to move you to a room. It is nothing serious but for one night we would like to keep it under observation. Permission "when he was at the door, three small words spoken by a very sweet voice warmed his heart and he didn't even understand why" Thank you Dr. Owen. "

[chrissyutimagines]

Damsel in Distress

This is a soulmate au one shot. As per usual, '---------' marks point of view changes, and the setting is on the surface. This one is with a gender neutral reader, starring Butch from @bigoltrashpile. I don't own Butch, and if you want to read more about him please go to their blog. Oh, I've gotten permission to use their characters for a series of soulmate au stories. Stay tuned for more~ It would take a long while tho...

In this dangerous, shady world, you led a quiet, normal life.

Living in a small but cozy apartment, working as a front desk manager at a small hotel, hanging out with a few friends... It all seems normal, except for one thing... You've never been caught in the midst of any sort of chaos, be it a simple bar fight or a massive mafia shootout.

A usually rowdy speakeasy would be oddly quiet with you there, never getting attacked walking down a dark alleyway, a mafia shootout taking place in the area you had just left a few minutes ago... It was like you had some kind of lucky aura that protected you from the dangers of this society. Because of this you have been given the nickname 'Clover'.

You've always gave them a smile and accepted the nickname...

But you knew luck won't always be on your side...

Glancing down at your wrist, you see a short message tattooed on it.

'you okay, doll?'

It was said that those words are the first words your soulmate tells you.

...and by the looks of it, you'd be in quite a bit of trouble when the time comes.

You've received a letter from your friend, whose family is stupid rich, and was invited to a masquerade ball to celebrate the fifth anniversary of their luxurious hotel.

Knowing your friend, they will call you to shop for dresses in 3, 2, 1...

'Ring' Ah. Just as expected.

You pick up the phone.

"Hey Sof."

"OMG! Did you get my invitation?! We're going shopping in a minute! You better be ready by then! Oh! And we need to catch up lately! It's been too long!"

"Heheh! Sof, we were chatting just two days ago!"

"Yeah! Way too long! See you in a few minutes! 'click'"

Typical Sofia. Well, loud or not she's a good friend. And you should better change clothes before she...

'Ding dong!'...arrives.

You sigh and go greet your friend.

"How did you get here so fast?"

"Oh! I was in the car when I called you! Now go change into some decent clothes! We need to get some proper dresses for the ball!"

She herds you into your bedroom and a short while later you're in a high-end dress shop. While you gape at the beautiful yet expensive dresses, your friend starts searching through the various dresses.

"Don't just stand there! Come over here. It's not like you've been to this place before."

"Alright, alright. I'm coming."

The both of you start to pick the best dresses while making small talk.

"...so I just went like- Oh my! This would look amazing on you!"

Sofia holds up a red and black velvet dress, it looks like a dress fit for royalty.

"Oh! Sof, I, I don't know."

"Oh stop worrying about me, your know I don't look good in red. Now go put this on and show me!"

You sigh and let her push you into the dressing room. You try on the dress and twirl in front of the full body mirror in the room. You... Look stunning. You hear intensive knocking on the door.

"Hey, get out here and lemme see how it looks!"

You sigh and chuckle her eagerness, then walked out of the dressing room, giving a small twirl to show off the dress.

"Well?" She was silent for a few seconds.

"...well? It's fantastic! You're getting this one! Now, help me choose a dress!"

"Of course, Sof. Just let me change first."

"I'll wait for you then."

You change and start helping your friend. You soon found the perfect dress for her, which she said was, 'The prettiest dress I've ever seen!' But, you know she's just bluffing, she has always been the dramatic type. You sigh and chuckle, following her too the cashier to check out both of your dresses.

After searching the mask store for a while you managed to find a beautiful, classy, red and black mask to go with your dress. Sofia has also found a sparkly mask to go with hers. You both chatted for a short while before parting ways.

When you got back home, you marked the day of the masquerade and placed the clothing away. This would be a perfect break from your boring routine...

Or would it?

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Butch is sleeping in today... Or he would be if Noir haven't dragged him up. He grumbled.

"come on! ya know 'ow late i worked last night!"

"This Is Important Lazybones! You Have To Get A Decent Suit Tailored Asap!"

"*yawn* why?"

"You Are Going To A Masquerade Ball. We Have Business With The Hotel Owner."

"*sighs* *grumbles* alright, fine."

He begrudgingly went to the tailor and got his measurements. Then Noir dragged him to a mask store to get a 'suitable' mask... Which basically means Noir picked one for him.

When they finally got back, Butch just flopped on his bed and dozed off. This would be another boring, pesky business trip...

Or would it be something more?

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On the day of the ball, you dressed up in the stunning dress and mask you got via Sofia, did your hair to compliment your dress, and put on some red heels to finish the look. You have decided against make up as no one can see it under your mask. Sofia said she wanted to arrive at the ball with you, so she would be here in three, two, o-

*knock knock*

Bingo. You open the door to see Sofia practically bouncing with excitement.

"OMG! (Y/N), you wouldn't Believe how excited I am! Are you done?! Come on!"

"Alright, alright, I'm coming, Sof. Just let me grab my hand bag."

You grab your hand bag and went to the exquisite, grand masquerade ball with Sofia. She excitedly told you all the details of the ball, and from what you gathered, you think this'll be a delightful evening.

But you have no idea what has truly been in stored for you.

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It's the day of the ball, and Butch is, well, being his usual grumpy self. Putting on the freshly tailored suit and the well-picked mask along with a pair of freshly polished leather shoes, he went to attend the ball.

Thinking of the business meeting with the owner made him annoyed about actually attending and participating in it.

But, he didn't know that someone would change his mind.

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The ball is in full swing. Everyone was dancing, laughing, and enjoying the grand ball. You have just finished a few dances, and feeling a bit parched. So you, along with an equally tired Sofia, went over to the food tables for a nice snack break.

"That was *pant* Amazing! Did you have fun? *pant*"

"Ah yes, having fun dancing so much my feet are sore from being stepped on by multiple dance partners." You said sarcastically.

"Oh. I'm so sorry. How many?"

"I lost count after 10." She winced.

"Ooo... That's not good."

"Yup. I'm going to stay here for a while. You can go dance some more."

"Okay. But you rest up okay?"

"I will."

She smiles and waves at you as she went back to dance some more.

It was then that you heard the whispers

"They look like a couple."

"That dress they're wearing matches the suit he wears."

"How do they look so good in red?"

"Are they together?"

Feeling uncomfortable from all the whispers, you ducked in a dark corner hoping to leave the center of attention. It worked, but the action has got you the attention of someone.

"Hey there, beautiful." You instinctively take a step back as the stranger approached you.

"Who are you? And what do you want? I do not want to dance right now."

"Oh we're not going to dance, sweetie. We're going to have some... Fun..."

You tried to make a run for it, but he caught your wrist. You struggle to break free of his hold, but to no avail. You tried to yell for help, only for the guy to clap his hand over your mouth. This is it, you thought. You were going to get taken away by a random guy and be ruined. Tears streamed down your face as your struggles grow weaker and weaker.

Just as you thought all hope was lost, you feel the weight of your attacker leave. Your eyes shot open, and you saw the blurry form of your savior standing in front of you.

"What do ya think yer doin'?!" A baritone voice growled.

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Butch arrived at the ball, and started hanging around to look like an ordinary party-goer. As he was chilling, he heard whispers.

"That suit looks exquisite."

"It matches the dress the dress that person's wearing."

"Do you think they're a thing?"

"It sure looks so."

He feels his anger creep up in him, but was interrupted by a man tapping his shoulder.

"Sir, the owner would like to speak with you."

He groaned internally and followed the man. He will be out of here after business is done anyway. No reason to stay right? He thought.

After a bit, the business is done, and Butch finished what he came for. He grumbled a bit as he emerged from a dark corner in order not to attract unwanted attention. Just as he was going to leave, his eyelights caught a glimpse of red... And that's when he saw them... A beautiful person wearing an elegant black and red dress with a matching mask... Who is also being assaulted by a scumbag...

He's snapped back to reality at that, and immediately used his magic to drag the guy away from them. Anger bubbling up in him, he growled.

"What do ya think yer doin'?!"

"I-I was just taking my p-partner-"

"bullshit! they were struggling!"

"I-I'm s-sorry-"

"shut up. i'll deal with ya later." He uses his magic to bound him and threw him to the side, not wanting to alert anyone else.

Turning back to the person assaulted, he kneels down and touches their cheek.

"you okay, doll?"

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You whimpered, and threw yourself at the stranger that saved you, sobbing.

"whoa, whoa. hey, it's okay. it's over now. yer a'right now, doll. shh..."

The guy held you in his arms, gently rocking you. Slowly, you calmed down, and pulled away to look at him.

"You, you saved me." His eyelights widen, and you tilt your head curiously.

"What? Is there something wrong?" He didn't reply, instead, he pulled up his sleeves and showed you his wrist-bone? Your eyes widened as you read the tattoo.

'You, you saved me.'

You flipped your own wrist to reveal yours.

'you okay, doll?'

You stared at each other with wonder.

"w-we're-"

"-Soulmates..."

You continued to stare into each other's eyes, till a noise coming from your attacker broke the both of you out of your trance.

"Ow! Why is there a glass piece here?!"

"*sigh* sorry, doll. gotta deal with this bastard first." He stands and helps you up.

"ya think ya can stand on yer own?"

"I-I think so..." He smiles.

"good. i'll be back on a sec."

His hand glows red and the guy floats up. Then, they disappeared. You blinked a few times, not knowing what happened. And just as suddenly, your savior appeared. Seeing your shocked expression, he chuckled.

"ya okay there, doll? dun worry yer pretty lil head off. it's jus' a 'shortcut'."

"H-how?"

"mmmagic." You huff, and he chuckles.

"hehe. 'ere, take my hand. let's go to somewhere quieter."

With one hand extended to you, he seems almost nervous. Is this the same guy who pulled the jerk off you? You giggle, delicately placing your hand on his. He closed his large hand around yours, and gently wraps his other arm around you, pulling you close to him. You shivered a bit as he whispered in your ear.

"hold on tight, doll."

You feel yourself being pulled into seemingly nothingness, you clutched on him, needing to feel a sense of reality. Then the both of you appeared on the balcony. You tried to pull away from him, only to feel an overwhelming dizziness and fall back into his arms.

"take it easy, doll. shortcuts can be a bit disorientin' the first few times."

You grip onto his suit, taking deep breaths to regain yourself as he cooed words in your ear, while soothingly rubbing your back.

When you finally recollected yourself, you stood back up on your feet gazing up at his eyelights.

"Thank you. For everything. But..."

"but what?"

"I haven't even gotten your name." He looks stunned for a second, before bursting out laughing.

"hahaha! y-yer right, doll. w-we... pffft... 'aven't even... ahaha!" You giggled with him at how ridiculous that is.

When you both calmed down, he took his mask off and introduced himself.

"the name's butch, doll." You smile, liking his handsome features, then took your own mask off.

"My name's (Y/N). Pleased to be saved by you."

He looks at you with stunned eyelights. His hand slowly reaching up to cradle your face.

"y-ya look... gorgeous... 'ow did i get so damn lucky?" You blush at his words, and the fact that his face is getting closer and closer to yours.

"Y-you're the one looking so dashing in that suit." His face glowed red as your said those words.

"'m only a bag o' bones... yer... yer the true diamond, doll. can i...?"

His breath lands on your lips as his thumb absentmindly smoothed over your cheek. You blush but nod and closed your eyes. You then feel a pair of lips touch yours, you questioned how a skeleton has lips in your mind, but the thought was gone as you feel yourself melting into the sweet and sensual kiss. By the time you both pulled away, the both of you are panting heavily.

"Wow..."

"wow indeed, doll." You open your mouth to ask about a skeleton with lips, but closed it as his answer would most likely be 'magic'.

Then you noticed your clothes...

"...we match."

He looks down at his clothes, then yours. And his face glows red again. You giggle.

"what's so funny?" he said with a scowl.

"Hehe. You're cute." His face glows redder.

"nah. yer the a'dork'able one 'ere, doll." He smoothly take your hand to kiss the back of it, causing you to blush.

"Hey! Pffft. No fair! You can't charm me with puns and smooth words!"

"oh. so i'm smooth an' charmin' huh?"

"H-hey! *giggles*"

After your giggles died down, you sigh and look at Butch.

"So... What now?" He smiles and puts his mask back on, extending a hand.

"we dance. i mean, we look like the ultimate power couple, might as well."

You giggle, and fix your mask back on as well, delicately placing your hand on his.

"Lead the way then."

As he led you back in, the crowd parted as if they expected the both of you. When you got to the dance floor, a slow song starts and the two of you danced. Couples looked at you two with envious eyes, bystanders whispered around you, but the two of you are too focused on each other to care.

You are with your prince charming and he has found his damsel in distress.

Nothing else matters.

There! Sorry that I'm so inactive lately. It's been quite busy... I'll be working on this series and that second story of Dance of our Souls first. But it'll be really slow as well... Sorry... Hope you liked this story!

[chantelle-x0x]

Mixed Emotions 1/3 - M!Sam x MC

A/N: Hey! So it’s been a while. This is the first time I’ve ever written something erotic so please bear with me. It’s not great, I haven’t re-read anything. I cringe too much if I do, but I swear if this isn’t for you there will be two other parts with none so thank you xx I’d also like to add this to the #julychoiceschallenge hosted by @samgtt700​, for day 25 (prompt lace). Thanks for telling me about it, lovely! <3

Rating: Matureeeeee!! Please if you are under 18 proceed at your own risk. I’m not stupid, if you’re under 18 you may be reading this, so if you are under 15-16, DO NOT CONTINUE, and if you do, you were warned.

Disclaimer: I do not own all these characters, only most of the plot! Everything else belongs to PB.

Word Count: 2,221

It hadn’t been too long since Dakota and Sam decided to take their…complicated relationship, to the next level. After that, Dakota knew things could possibly get bad, but they didn’t. They hadn’t slept together since then, but the connection between them had deepened. The only downside to everything was that Sofia was around a lot more often so even if she did want to sleep with Sam again, she rarely got any time alone with him. Tonight, Sam was working late so putting the boys to bed was harder because they wanted to say goodnight first. After what what felt like forever, and five books later, Dakota had finally managed to get Mason and Mickey to fall asleep. As she softly and carefully closed their room door, she bumped into a very tired looking Sam. His hair was a mess, his tie was half done and his shirt was untucked.

‘Hey, are you okay?’ He continued to walk to the kitchen with a sigh. Dakota followed behind him, and stood next to him when he placed his hands on the counter. ‘What happened, Sam?’ He looked at her and she could see some of his anger go away as he locked eyes with her.

‘I found out today, that Sofia, wants us to have a baby once we’re married. To make it seem “legit”.’ His tone was a mix of frustration and worry. Dakota placed her hands on Sam’s chest and she could feel his heart beating above what it should be.

‘Ok, breathe, Sam.’

‘How can I—’

‘Just breathe. In and out, real slow.’ Sam smirked at Dakota’s words.

‘I can think of something else we can do like that.’ He brushed some of the hair away from her face, revealing a deep blush on her cheeks.

‘First, before anything else, talk to me.’ She offered a gentle smile and realised her hands were still on his chest. As she went to pull them away, he took her hands in his.

‘I want to see you under me.’ Dakota laughed slightly.

‘Not dirty. Talk to me about what happened.’ Sam sighed again before letting go of her hands and leaning on the counter.

‘Basically, I spent over an hour on the phone arguing with Sofia on why when we get married, I don’t want another child. I mean, that isn’t necessary.’ Dakota hummed in response as she let her mind wander a bit. She knew she was stupid to even imagine any sort of future with her engaged boss, but, she did let herself have the imagined future of them being together and maybe having one or two children together, maybe two girls to balance out the testosterone in the house, maybe buy their own home. Her taking the boys to her lab sometimes so that they could learn how to make things explode in a fun but safe way. Sam noticed her drift away and he slowly let his hand rest on her arm. ‘Where’d your mind go?’ Dakota smiled shyly before asking him,

‘Would you ever want more kids? Take Sofia out of your future and place the right person there. Would you ever consider having another baby?’ Sam smiled down at Dakota. His hand moved slowly up her arm until he reached her neck. He drew gentle circles on her jaw as he let himself drown in her gaze.

‘If I could be with someone who made me feel alive and loved and got along with my boys. Someone that Mason and Mickey adored too. Definitely a woman that can keep up with me in every way.’ He smirked. ‘If I could just be with someone I loved, I would absolutely consider having a bigger family with her.’ She knew he was talking about her, it was so crystal clear in her eyes. She scared herself though, because she knew she was falling in love with him. Only once ever before, had she fallen in love with someone, but even then it had not felt like this. Sam made her feel like she was worth every second they spent together. ‘Do you want kids?’ It was a question that caught her off guard but it made her feel warm inside.

‘If I was with the right person, for sure.’ She smiled at Sam. Her heart rate sped up as she felt Sam’s other hand touch her waist before he pulled her closer to him. ‘We shouldn’t.’ Dakota whispered.

‘Then tell me to stop.’ His eyes flicked from her eyes to her lips then back again. He lifted her chin up with his hand that was on her jaw and guided her into a soft kiss. Her arms went around his neck in lightning speed and he quickly changed the position of his hands to cup her ass and pick her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and quickly pulled his lips onto hers. It was as though the world was behind them and nothing else mattered.

‘What if the boys see us?’ She whispered with a heavy breath. He kissed her neck and turned around with her still in his arms.

‘They won’t.’ He turned off the lights and went to his room and shut the door. As much as Dakota wanted to take it in, all she really cared about taking in, was Sam. She kissed him hard before he put her down. She turned around for him to take off her dress. As he unzipped her, he delicately kissed the newly exposed skin until he got to the end and let the fabric drop to the floor. She turned around, glad the light was not on as she had bright red cheeks. It was Sam’s turn to be relieved of his clothes, especially his quickly tightening pants. She did what he did to her back, except to his chest as she took off his shirt, button by button. As soon as his clothes were gone, he almost pounced on her like she was the prey and he the predator. He bit her lip gently after kissing her deeply which made her moan in pleasure. ‘You need to be as quiet as possible.’ She smirked.

‘You may need to make me.’ He growled.

‘Don’t tempt me.’ Her breath caught in her throat as she saw and heard his intensity. It made her belly do a flip and made her core even more wet than she thought possible. He kissed from her neck to just above her panties waist. Sam looked up at her from his position and he could swear he hadn’t felt like this in far too long; she made him feel so animalistic. Her hands flew straight to his hands as he placed one on each thigh. ‘I want your hands to stay above your head.’ His demanding only made her quiver. He held her still as she placed her hands above her head. When he went back to his position, she returned her hands on top of his. ‘What did I say?’

‘I can’t.’ She replied with hardly any volume. He left her on his bed, splayed on top of his cover. It made her feel self conscious as she saw him go into his wardrobe. She knew she looked relieved when he came back, still almost naked but with a box in his hand. He pulled out handcuffs and looked at her. She smiled slightly before placing her hands above her head as a sign of her approval.

‘They’re new. Can’t lie and say I didn’t hope we would be here.’ She groaned as he cuffed her to his bedhead. ‘Now you can’t move your hands. And if you keep silent, you get a reward of your choice.’ She felt him finally put his hands back on her thighs and focused on her breathing and the feelings he gave her as he placed his lips on her; first with her lace panties on, then with none. As she rode her first wave alone, she felt one of Sam’s hands on top of her mouth to cover her sounds. She tried to stop so much of it but she could only withhold so much. Once she gained her breath back, Sam kissed her and whispered, ‘you’re such a good girl, baby.’ Those words from his lips sounded like honey to her. She relished in it all. His voice was so raspy when he said that to her. He then kissed her neck again. ‘What do you want as your reward for being so quiet?’ He looked her in the eyes, waiting for her reply.

‘You. Right now. And no more cuffs.’ He complied. First he undid her handcuffs then took off his underwear. He found it adorable how Dakota still gawked at his size. She pulled him closer to her before kissing him and flipping them so she was on top. ‘My turn to be in control.’ She rummaged through his draw quickly to find protection and quickly ripped it open with her mouth and spat out the wrapper before sliding it onto him. She pumped her hand over him first until he was thrusting into her hand and begging for her to just let him be inside of her. When she was pleased with his begging, she finally let herself go down on him. They both moaned at how good they felt together, as one. Then she started moving. Her hands fell to his shoulders as she grasped them and lost herself in the sweet rhythm of them. She could see he was so close to losing himself so she sped up and allowed him to reach his peak. She lifted herself off of him and allowed him to catch his breath. Once he did, he went to clean himself up before returning to his bed. He knew she didn’t reach her peak with him and he didn’t feel bad, but he didn’t feel 100% satisfied either. When he got into bed he pulled Dakota close to him, her back against his chest, and allowed his fingers to travel to her entrance. Her hand went around and grasped his hair as he started to slowly pump his fingers in and out of her. As she came, he covered her mouth with his large hand again and allowed her to writhe against him. Once her breathing returned to normal, Sam and her cuddled close to each other. Dakota knew she was screwed, but she didn’t know why she’d stop now when she needed to make the most of the time she had left with him. As she drifted to sleep, the last thing she heard was, ‘you are the most beautiful woman I will ever hold in my arms again.’

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When Dakota woke up, she turned over looking forward to seeing morning Sam, but it was an empty side that she was greeted with. A cold empty side. She felt a pang of disappointment and it only worsened when she heard the clicking of heels outside Sam’s door and the words ‘tell her, or I will do it.’ The elevator door closed and the girl took it as her sign to leave the room. When she saw Sam, he didn’t smile at her like she thought he would and it hurt more than she would ever want to admit.

‘What was that about?’ Sam shrugged leaving her alone in front of his room as he went back to the kitchen. Something was wrong, she knew it was. She followed him into the kitchen and blushed as the memories of the night before flooded her mind. ‘Are you ok?’

‘Fine.’ Sam replied shortly.

‘You’re distant. That’s not fine.’ Sam looked at her, with what she thought was sorrow before they hardened.

‘Were you expecting a hug and a kiss with “good morning, baby”?’ She wasn’t expecting that, but she wouldn��t have complained if she was greeted like that.

‘No, but I just thought after last night you’d—’

‘Last night was fun but, Dakota, it was just sex.’ Just sex. It hadn’t seemed like that to her. ‘It’s always just sex. I’m sorry if you weren’t prepared for that, but I am engaged and you’re a great distraction.’ Distraction. Those words cut so deeply that they would leave a scar. She hated that this was how Sam thought of her. After everything, the secret dates, the almost times, the real, and what she thought authentic, times, all of it was just a distraction to him. She felt tears start to form but she quickly pushed them away when she heard Mason and Mickey’s voices asking if pancakes could be for breakfast. She smiled her greatest fake smile at Sam.

‘I have pancakes to make and I’m afraid you may be late for work if you don’t get ready, Mr Dalton.’ Her words stung him. He had to say what he did but he didn’t realise that hearing so few words from someone could hurt him so badly. He also did not realise that the most common thing he was called, could sound so vile. He wanted to say sorry, but he couldn’t. He just had to bear seeing the pain in Dakota’s eyes for a while. It would wreck him, but he had to. At least that’s what he kept telling himself.

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Different: A Rina One Shot

Author’s Note: This is not a continuation of the Rina Holiday Fics. I am working on the Valentine’s Day one right now. I just saw these pictures of Sofia floating around on Twitter (attached below) and some people in a group chat of mine were throwing around head canons of what Ricky’s reaction would be to her in this dress. I couldn’t stop thinking about it so I decided to write about it. (Also, there might be typos since it’s a one shot and I was in a hurry-sorry!) Enjoy! ☺️

Ricky knew he had only a week left until the school dance. He also knew that he was finally getting to dance with Nini. This was something he had been looking forward to since Homecoming of this year. It was the big Valentine’s Dance and he was going to get in his nicest suit, go on the perfect date, and have the perfect slow dance- with Nini! But every time he looked in the mirror, he couldn’t get himself to smile, to show enthusiasm, to show a mere shred of finally belonging where he knew he belonged: on the dance floor, swaying back and forth with the girl he’s loved since Kindergarten. Was it because his mom moved back with her new boyfriend that kept him disengaged? Or was it the fact that since basically everyone in the play this year was dating each other, he knew he wouldn’t really spend time with the group as a whole this dance? He hadn’t seen Big Red in weeks because he was constantly with Ashlyn. But Ricky shook his head- that was definitely not it. Something felt wrong about all of this. Different. It was as if there was this arbitrary momentum to his life; yet he couldn’t reconcile with what it was.

“Hey, boyfriend. What are we doing today, boyfriend?” Nini grabbed Ricky’s hand playfully, a childlike innocence darting in her eyes. This caught Ricky off guard.

“Uh... h-hey Nini, I was going to talk to you about that...”

Bzzz. Bzzz.

Gina: Thank you so much for being willing to help me with this! I wasn’t really sure who to ask.

Gina: But I could totally ask Ashlyn again if she could come. She’s just in so many clubs it’s hard to find a time.

Ricky looked down at his phone cautiously while Nini led him down the hallway, discussing potential ideas for the evening. Ricky nodded his head adding little “yeah’s” and “uh-huh’s” as he listened, but he was obviously more intent on his phone. Nini didn’t seem to notice.

“We could go ice skating... do homework... go to the library...”

Bzzz. Bzzz.

Gina: Does after school still work for you?

Gina: We can meet at the coffee shop, get some hot cocoa and then go if you’d like?

“Or we could go to that cute little new art museum downtown- Ricky?”

The sound of his name made him jump. Or maybe she did notice.

“Oh? What? Sorry. I just need to reply to this real quick and then you have my full attention”.

Nini crossed her arms and purses her lips playfully as she waited.

Ricky: That sounds perfect! I’ll meet you there after school! I promise I’m not bailing. I’ll be there!

Ricky put his phone in his pocket as Nini gently put her hands on his arms so they were facing each other.

“Ok now do I have you?”

Ricky smiled as he threw his arms to the sides. “All yours!”

Nini kept her position as she asked, “so do any of those things sound good to you?”

Ricky, now obviously puzzled asked, “what things?”

Nini dropped her arms as she gave a slight whine in her voice, “Ricky! What we were doing after school today. We’ve been so busy with the play all week we decided yesterday we’d hang out after school today. Remember?”

Shoot. He didn’t remember. “Oh yeah! Totally!” Ricky hoped his tone didn’t give away that he had no recollection of that conversation from yesterday. “But I actually made plans and I can’t really cancel them. I’m so sorry, Nini. I promise I’ll make it up to you, but it’ll have to be tomorrow. Is that ok?”

Surprisingly, Nini didn’t ask what those plans were. Ricky felt bad for bailing on her, but Gina didn’t have anyone else to look for dance dresses with. Everyone was busy this week and she barely got the money in time with her new job as a barista at the coffee shop they were meeting at later today. Ricky was really the only person available- Nini would have been, but Nini already told her she had plans- which were now the ones Ricky forgot about.

“Ok...” Nini said, a little glum.

“Nini,” Ricky now grabbed her arms lovingly, “I promise. I will make it up to you,” RIIINNNGGGG! The final school bell rang. “But not right now! I’ve got to go!” Ricky gave Nini a quick kiss on the forehead and hurriedly ran down the hallway to the front doors of the school.

About half an hour later Ricky swiftly rolled up to the coffee shop. Slinging his skateboard up into his hand, he saw a familiar figure standing outside. Her tossled brown curls tied up in a loose knot on the back of her head, random strings of curl falling out of it. A light pink puffer coat, skinny jeans, and tall pink boots to compliment the coat- completing the outfit. Gina was looking at a random newspaper article taped to the side of the building when Ricky spotted her. When she heard the wheels on his skateboard she turned around to meet eye contact with Ricky.

“Hey!”

When Ricky met eye contact with Gina, he noticed she had a full face of makeup on. It wasn’t that she didn’t look good without it, because she did, but she looked brilliant with this much more sophisticated, “night out” type of look.

“Hi! You got pretty dressed up for this, I see?” Ricky wasn’t sure how to word that question, so he slightly winced at it.

Gina didn’t seem to care as she gave him a small giggle. “Yeah, another YouTube tutorial. I thought it might be fun to see the dresses with what my make up might look like that night. Really set the stage, you know?”

Ricky continued to stare at her. “I sure do,” he said with a gentle smile. Ricky and Gina stood in silence for a few seconds before Gina finally (and awkwardly at best) broke it.

“Well, wanna go get our drinks?”

“Sure!” Ricky said as he ran to to hold the door open for her.

The next two hours were filled with sipping hot cocoa in the light snowfall, cracking jokes, Gina stealing Ricky’s skateboard and Ricky chasing after her only to turn around and realize a dog was lapping up his open hot cocoa he left on a park bench, looking at a few stores where Gina tried on some dresses but none of them made her happy, and even going into a skate shop for a couple of minutes to look at new wheels for Ricky’s board.

Ricky and Gina finally arrived at a quaint Prom dress shop. It was the last one they could go to before Ricky and Gina both needed to get home for dinner. The shop was small, but there were about a hundred gowns on racks within it. There were two dressing rooms nuzzled in a corner and a couple of chairs waiting outside the dressing rooms.

The only person in the shop, presumably the owner, walked up to Gina and began to ask her a few questions like what was she looking for, what size dress does she typically wears, what color, etc. Ricky took a seat in the chair and played a game on his phone while he waited.

Gina first tried on a bright green dress that was long and silky, but she said was a pain to move in. Then she tried on a purple dress that was too short for her taste. While she was trying on her third dress, Ricky began to ask her about the dance.

“So this guy Drake that asked you? How do you know him again?”

“We’re in a math class together. I don’t really know him super well, but he seems cool so I’m hoping we have a good time”.

“Well, if it’s too awkward for you to go by yourself, you could always double with Nini and me. We were going to get dinner before-“

Gina stepped out, stopping Ricky’s words in his tracks. She looked stunning- like an actual supermodel. The dress was body forming and floor length. It was a beautiful red, white, green and black pattern with a v-neck. She seemed taller and more confident as her eyes beamed with excitement. Ricky knew that she knew this was the one. This was the dress. She still asked, “what do you think?”

Ricky opened his mouth to speak, but all that came out was his jaw dropping and his mind uttering the words he wished to say outloud: Hello, Different.

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Class of Temptation - CHAPTER THREE

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PLEASE READ:

No mention of Cillian’s true family or relatives. All names are made up.

This is a TEACHER x STUDENT fanfiction, it’s going to be kinky and very taboo!

I will write whenever the mood grabs me, so I apologise if there are long breaks between chapters :)

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Background: Tessa is a twenty-three-year-old model from a broken-up family, living in London with her best friend and starting a course on Drama and Theatre. Though, when she gets closer to the super hot Mr Murphy who is her much older teacher, there is a battle of lust and love between them. They’ll have to figure out what to do with their tight relationship as other issues begin to rise and nip at their heels…

Word Count: 2,141

!!Warnings!!: None.

Chapter Name: First Day

Brief Chapter Outline: It’s Tessa’s first day of class and she goes through it without any hassle. But a letter comes in and her mood changes drastically...

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Tessa was early for her first class, walking towards it. She wore wet look pants and a tucked-in black shirt with TOMMY JEANS across it in bold red writing. She had a pair of white sneakers with the trademark Tommy Hilfiger branding on the side of red, blue and white stripes. She liked the brand, most of her clothing was bought from the store. Well, she is one of their models for their brand. 

She hoped no one was there already but also unsure if she was able to even enter the class. As she came to the door which was slightly ajar she peeked her head in. 

Mr Mur- Cillian was already inside setting up the chairs in a large circle. She counted about forty chairs. 

Cillian turned and spotted someone peaking in, "Come in." He called out, standing in the middle of the giant circle he had made. 

Tessa pushed the door wider and stepped in, "Good morning." She said as her nerves began to start. 

"Morning, Tessa. Welcome back." Cillian gave her that heart-stopping smile. He wore a button-down blue shirt with rolled-up sleeves to his elbow and black jeans and a pair of brown loafers. He looked good. 

"Yeah. Nice to uh, see you again." She smiled as she stepped to the chairs. "What are you doing?" She asked seeing all the tables pushed against the walls. 

"Preparing the morning class. Instead of the old, sit at your desks thing I thought it would be good to get everyone involved." He said as he gestured for her to take a seat. 

"And what would that be?" Tessa stepped through and took a seat, setting her bag in front of her legs. 

"Can't say. You'll see." He said as he finished up, "By the way, you are very early. Class doesn't start for another hour." 

"Oh, yeah. I know. I wanted to make sure I was in the right class." She blushed lightly. 

"You found the right place fast too. I had students who would come in with the campus' student guides cause they couldn't find the place." He chuckled as he came over and took a spot next to her, a chair in between them and crossed his ankle over his knee. 

"Oh, well. You won't expect that from me, I'm pretty good at remembering where I have to go." She explained. 

"I hope so. I'll make sure everyone comes early. Makes it better to start the class right away." He said, "So, tell me about yourself a little? I remember you said you're a model?" 

"Yeah. I um, I work for an agency in Central London but I do shoots for various brands. Currently working with Tommy Hilfiger." Tessa said trying her best to meet his gaze. She wasn't used to this type of attention, most of it was through a camera lens which she never got to met the gaze of the person behind it. 

"Huh, I can see the clothing you wear. What is it like?" He continued, genuinely interested. 

"Fast-paced, constantly changing clothing, makeup and hairstyles to fit in with the shoot. Can be some hours to a whole day or a couple of days." She explained clearly. She was okay about discussing her work but never about herself to strangers. 

"Seems intense. Do you think that will affect your studies? This class does have a lot of practical sides to it." He frowned a little. 

"If it does, I will make sure to give you a heads up. I can miss some shoots but not all, it won't be seen as a professional." She stated. 

"Hm, okay. We'll see how it goes." He nodded. "So you get to go overseas as well?" He moved on. 

"Yep. I can when we have big events happening. I tend to go to as many as I can, I love it." She laughed lightly. "Most of the events are in Europe so its shorter trips." 

"So I'm assuming you're quite a big deal?" He asked his smile never left his face. 

"Uhhh... I mean, I don't know. Maybe not as big as you are but I do have a large following on social media." She shrugged. Tessa never saw her number of followers as important, just the support and care she received from her fans what made it important. She wanted to make sure she created a caring and supportive environment for all types of people. 

"How big, may I ask?" Cillian was always curious about others especially if it came to learning that they worked in a completely different industry than himself. 

"Well, almost six hundred and thousand followers on Instagram and about two hundred and fifty thousand on Twitter. I rarely ever use Facebook, only for updates for the ones who don't use the other two media." Tess shrugged. 

"Wow. That is big." He chuckled. 

"Yeah. But I honestly don't care about the number, as much as it sounds bad. I'm just after a good happy environment for all." She shook her head. 

"I'm curious, how do you deal with it all though? Can it get daunting?" He asked her. 

"Yeah, a hundred per cent. There are days where I take breaks from it all to recollect myself. I guess any person with a big following will always attract the good and bad kind, but I don't let it get to me. It's only words on the internet." Tessa stopped there. She felt like she was just blabbering on nonsense to him. Who wants to listen to that anyway? But Cillian did not seem annoyed or bored, he was really into it. 

It made her nervous and intimidated. It showed. 

Cillian spotted the odd look across her face as if she had said too much and began to step back. So he stepped back faster, "Nice, that's good. Well, I'll let you sit here and relax while I do some paperwork before the rest of the class comes in." He said and gave her a gentle smile as he stood and sat behind his desk. "Do you mind if I play music?" He asked. 

"Oh go ahead. I don't mind." She gulped as she pulled out her laptop to set up her documents and look at her uni email for any updates. 

Cillian played some cool jazz, rock, alternative, some genre she never really heard before. It was odd but she kinda liked it. 

When the hour was up, people began to file in. A mixture of guys and girls all dressed in various clothing types. They took their seats around the circle until it was somewhat full, about five seats unoccupied. 

Cillian started the class and began to introduce himself. Tessa could see some of the girls, the flashier ones watched him with such unashamed desire for him. 

It made her internally cringe. What the hell? 

The first thing they did was go around the class and introduce themselves. Their name, what they like, and why they picked this course. 

Everyone seemed here for the same reason, to get into acting for a play or movie. Or whatever fancied them. A lot of book readers, she thought once it came to the five flashy girls. 

The leader, or so Tessa thought made herself to be super good at... everything with acting. The other four nodded in agreement, but Cillian didn't seem one to phased by the sexual attraction the girls seemed to give the vibe of. 

Tess wondered why they were taking this class in the first place if they claimed to be so good. They were the only ones who had said that. 

Then it came to Tessa and she slowly stood. All eyes on her, "Hi. I'm Tessa Miller. Uhm... I love music and reading and uhm... Relaxing. I... Took this course because I want to expand my path into something new." She gave the class a tight smile and hastily sat back down. She had gripped her hands tightly in her lap and kept her eyes downcast. 

The last ten people went before Cillian praised them all for telling him about themselves before they spent the next two hours playing games. 

It consisted of a lot of small groups doing things, and she worked with a few different people in each game. Cillian tried to get every person involved and to constantly swap seats. 

Then it got serious and he took them through the module for the first term. There was a small project that was to be started by the following week, a short play with two people that was basically a monologue and acting it out for ten minutes. 

Tessa was paired up with a guy named Julian. He had blond hair that was combed back and faded edges. His eyes dark brown and his facial features were strong. 

The class went on as they went through some basics and more introductions to the whole acting thing. By the end of the class, they were to state an interesting fact about their new partner and then class was dismissed after the tables and chairs were put back in order. 

"So you're that model chick on insta?" A voice came from behind Tessa and she turned around to face of the five girls that had eyed off Cillian the whole time. "Didn't think you would actually do the course." Sofia laughed, flicking back her dark brown hair over her slender shoulder. 

Tessa kept her face neutral. To be honest, she wasn't even sure what to make of this situation. "Okay? Your point?" Tessa wanted to head into the library ASAP to get the reading material for tonight's homework. 

"I'm quite proud of you. That's so cool." Sofia said with that hidden malice that Tessa could easily pick up on. 

She knew how people can act fake. 

"Ah, thanks." Tessa gave her a smile, "I really must go. I have things to do." Tessa bobbed her head once. 

"Okay. See ya next time, Tess." Sofia and her squad walked past her. Tessa watched them go, laughing and muttering to each other. 

She would work hard and not let anyone else try and deter her from that. She was not the kind to let others trample on her. 

She headed to the library and get to work on her task given to her. Once she had finished her given tasks, she had headed home to rest. On the train, she thought back to the class. 

Most of the guys in the class had watched her like she was some meal as she did the warm-up games Cillian had prepared. She was used to the stares and tend to not pay much attention to it. If they verbally spoke to her in a way that would make her uncomfortable, then she would say something. 

But she would stay alert no matter what. Especially towards those group of girls. They seemed off and trouble circled them. 

She was glad to be back in her apartment and flopped on the bed as she discarded the letters on the coffee table. But one had fallen to the floor and she reached to grab it. 

It had been addressed to her in that familiar writing she knew. She quickly sat up and frowned, this time it wasn't thick. 

"Fuck." She muttered as she battled with her thoughts before she ripped it open. Time to see what else the bastard wanted. 

Reading the letter felt like the world had stopped. Her father and his bitch of a wife was going to come down in December to have a Christmas altogether. He wanted the family back together and he was willing to make amends. Also, he had added he wanted to see how Tessa was going with her studies. 

Was he really? Why now of all the times? She prayed silently to whatever God heard her in hopes that this wasn't some other shitty way of pinning the blame on her or her two eldest sisters. It would be totally messed up and would make her even angrier than ever. 

Tessa chucked the letter aside and rubbed her eyes. Great, she did not want to deal with Grace or her stupid sons who always bullied her. This was not how she pictured it. 

She tried to distract herself by playing her cello in her room, a cover of With or Without You and various other slow songs for the most of the afternoon until Esther came back from a shoot. 

The pair made dinner but Tessa would not tell Esther yet about the news she received today. She wasn't in the mood for it and Esther seemed to sense Tessa's change in mood so she had left her to her own thoughts for the rest of the night. 

Silence yet inside Tessa's head was a roaring tidal wave. 

[writing-for-amusement]

Commission for Confidence, 10

Summary:  Y/N has been struggling with her self-esteem for years. After incessant pushing from your best friend, Y/N decides to commission an artist to draw her, expecting everything to happen via Internet. However, when your phone is stolen, you try to cancel the commission, but Peter Parker has other ideas. He quickly becomes enraptured by you, and a friendship forms easily. Will it lead to something more? Or will your past fears get in the way?

A/N: ALRIGHT Y’ALL, HERE IT IS. Omg, I feel like it has been FOREVER since I updated this fic, and I feel so bad!! However, I know it’s because I was working on other stuff, and stuff with life has popped up. I hope you guys like this chapter, I am relatively happy with it. After this one, I’m gonna do a little time skip. It might be a bit before that, though, because I want to do some of the requests I’ve gotten!! Enjoy this chapter and let me know what you think! There’s also some conversing in sign language and I hope I wrote it in a good way! I know that when you’re actually signing a conversation, there are a lot of little filler words that get cut out because that’s obviously the nature of the language, but I wrote the signing as it was meant to be interpreted. Please give me some feedback on how I wrote it if you can, I just want to write well!!!

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Warnings: fluff, Monopoly related anger, some nerves and anxiety, mostly just fluff I think???, some mention of pain pills, swearing lmao, minor self esteem issues but barely there, legit it’s mostly fluff

You woke up to your alarm and groggily pressed snooze. After pressing snooze twice, you sat up with muscles that protested, but nowhere near as loudly as they had that morning. The TV was asking if you were still watching, so you pressed the yes button and stood up.

Checking your phone, you padded to the kitchen and turned on the electric kettle again. There were a few messages, to your surprise.

Monica had texted you multiple times, demanding to know how you were and why you weren’t responding. You realized with a wince that you’d forgotten to tell her about the entire incident the previous day.

The other messages were from Peter, asking you about your snack preferences. They were more recent, thankfully, so you replied to those first.

As you crossed to your room and debated what clothes to wear, you called your best friend. You were unsurprised when she answered on the first ring.

“What the fuck, Y/N?” she demanded immediately.

“Listen, Monica—”

“No, no, you listen!” she interrupted you. “I was scrolling through some apps last night, and I saw a news clip of Spider-Man, and there you were! You were right there! And I saw you afterward, covered in cuts and bits of glass! What the fuck happened?”

You sighed and gave a quick overview, knowing that Monica was squeamish when it involved injuries. She started squealing with excitement as you told her that Peter came to keep you company, and that he made dinner for you. When you told her that you needed her help picking an outfit for game night, Monica was immediately facetiming you.

“What are we looking at?” Monica demanded as your face appeared.

“A casual night, meeting his aunt and best friend,” you explained. “We gotta go quick, though, because I really want a shower. Like, I think it’ll make my body feel so much better.”

“Of course. What about that Spider-Man shirt you have? And some leggings, that one black pair that you totally rock.”

“But that’s a crop top,” you argued quietly. “Not much of one, but it is…”

“Do it, you rock that shirt,” Monica encouraged you. “Besides, it’s casual, you’ll fit in perfectly! And, if I remember correctly, it’s a super comfy shirt.”

“Of course, you remember correctly,” you chuckled as you pulled it out, “you bought it for me, remember?”

“I do,” she beamed at you.

“Okay, love, I’m gonna get in the shower. I’ve got it from here.”

“Alright, hot stuff,” Monica winked, “don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

You raised a brow at her, causing her to cackle and quickly blow a kiss to you through the screen. With a quick goodbye, she hung up.

The hot water from the shower was amazing. It made everything feel just a little bit better, the muscles in your body nearly melting upon first water contact.

After one of the best showers you ever had, you dried off and inspected your bandages. You were thankful that you had plenty of bandages, because you felt a bit more comfortable with clean bandages on your cuts. There were only a few that looked like they were still a bit oozy.

You got dressed, incredibly happy that your muscles were arguing less, and put on just a little bit of mascara. Then, after making sure you had everything, you slipped your shoes on and began your walk to Peter’s apartment. He didn’t live super far away, and you realized as you checked your phone that you were thirty minutes early.

Instead of going into the building, you continued past it and into the flower shop right next door. You adored that flower shop; they always had the nicest and freshest blooms for the season. And their prices were very fair. You’d been visiting the shop since you moved to the city; at first you’d wandered upon it, but then you made some fast friends.

You waved to Sofia, the owner, and signed, “Hello, Sofia. How are you?”

“Great! Business is great,” she signed back, giving you the brightest grin. “What do you need today?” Suddenly, her eyes zoned in on the bandages on your arm and face. “What the hell happened to you?”

“Just a small incident with some broken glass. I’m fine, I promise. It doesn’t even hurt. I need something for a friend’s aunt,” you explained. “She’s like a mother to him. I’m thinking something not too big, with bright colors. Maybe some tulips and daffodils?”

“Okay, well, as long as you’re okay. Tell me, what’s she like?"

You paused for a moment, trying to think about what you could say. “I haven’t met her,” you signed, “but I’ve heard only good things.”

“What’s her kid like?” Sofia asked. “Name?”

You quickly spelt Peter’s name with your fingers and Sofia grinned. “Oh, is he nice?”

“He’s very sweet,” you informed her, “almost like candy.”

Sofia wiggled her eyebrows at you and held up a finger to pause the conversation. You waited patiently as she walked farther into her shop, obviously on a mission for the bouquet she had in mind. After she didn’t show up for another two minutes, you turned and began to admire the day-old bouquets behind you.

You turned back as Sofia approached with a simple bouquet in her hands. There were orange tulips and yellow daffodils, arranged artfully. Without asking, Sofia put them in a simple vase with a bit of water; she tied a yellow bow around it and showed it to you with pride shining in her eyes.

“It’s perfect!” you cheered, emphatically signing your admiration and appreciation. “You are so talented, Sofia!”

She waved you off playfully, a grin on her lips. “I hope they all like them.”

You paid the woman, noting that she knocked the price down for you; you shoved a twenty-dollar bill in her tip jar when her back was turned. Sofia handed you the receipt and gave you a sly smile.

“Tell me about Peter,” she urged, raising an eyebrow.

“He’s really sweet, an artist,” you explained. At her look, you cut her off. “He’s just a friend, Sofia. I’m about to go over to his game night with his roommate and aunt.”

“That sounds like fun. Is he cute, do you like him?”

Your eyes went wide at her blunt question and her laughter made it obvious that she already knew the answer. “He’s a wonderful person,” you informed her, trying not to give more away. Sofia could always see through anything, though.

“You like him,” she signed with a wicked grin. “You do!”

“He’s my friend!” you protested, rolling your eyes. “Speaking of Peter, I need to get going to game night.”

“Fine, fine, I hope you get some!” Sofia signed quickly.

Your blood rushed at her words. Instead of gracing her with a response, you stuck your tongue out at her and bid her a goodbye. Her laughter followed you out of the shop.

You bustled to the apartment building next door, holding the flowers close to your nose. They smelt divine.

The person in the lobby recognized you and gave you a wide smile. You waved at him and went straight to the elevator. It was a smooth ride up, and as you adjusted your arm, you felt a twinge of pain. Perhaps you should’ve taken some ibuprofen before you left…

You got off the elevator and walked to Peter’s door. You were ten minutes early, but that was okay. After going through a mental checklist, you nodded to yourself and finally knocked on the door. There was an urge to rock on your feet to get your nerves out, but you managed to curb that urge.

The door opened and you were met with Peter, a breathless smile on his face; as he looked at your shirt, he blushed bright red. Right behind him were two people, each peering around the man to get a look. You found yourself essentially giggling with mirth at the sight of two heads crowding in with Peter’s, nearly pushing the man over. It was downright hilarious to you, and you had to turn away from the door to try to quiet your chortling.

“I’m sorry,” you finally managed to get out, constantly interrupted by your own giggles, “I’m sorry, it’s just so funny, you’re all smushed together like that!”

Peter started chuckling with you, and after another minute, you turned back around. He was still at the door, the most adorable smile on his face, the blush still prominent (you had no idea why he was blushing, but it was super cute). The people that had been behind him were gone, but you could hear them talking in the apartment.

“Sorry,” you chuckled lightly.

“Hey, I love your laugh, so please, laugh away,” he grinned at you.

Your blood seemed to sing as you finally followed him in. Standing by the dining room table was a woman, one you assumed was May Parker.

“Y/N,” Peter began, “this is my Aunt May. And in the kitchen is Ned.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” you smiled a bit shyly at the woman. You held the flowers out. “I had some extra time before coming here, so I got you these flowers. I hope you like them. I-I know it might be a little weird, but I’m very fond of your nephew, and he speaks so highly of you. Besides, surprise flowers are nice,” you explained nervously.

“Thank you so much!” May beamed at you, coming forward and taking the vase from your hands. She wrapped one arm around you in a surprise hug and then kissed your cheek. When she pulled back, her smile was wider, and she sniffed the flowers. “Peter was right when he said you’re a sweet woman.”

You blood warmed slightly and you shifted on your feet. “Peter is really sweet, too.”

“I know, such a good kid,” May said adoringly. “Well, are you ready for game night?”

“Just how intense is it supposed to get?” you asked with a grin.

“Depends on how much you can handle.”

“What are we playing?”

“Thought we’d start with Monopoly.”

Your grin widened. “Oh yeah, I can definitely handle that intensity.”

“A girl after my own heart. By the way, I love your shirt, it’s super cute and on-brand for this family,” May told you as she wrapped her arm around your shoulder and steered you to the dining room table, where the game was already set up.

 “I swear to fucking god, Peter, if you put another hotel there, I will flip this table!” Ned was yelling ninety minutes later.

“What about you, buying all utilities?” Peter shot back, his eyes full of fire.

“It’s only because Y/N bought all the airports!”

“That’s how the game works!” you and May joined in simultaneously.

“You’re just jealous that I got all the red spaces!” Peter yelled to Ned.

“Because you know I love the red spaces!” Ned shouted.

“That’s why I got them! Payback, bitch!”

“Oh, so this is payback for the time I decided to play as the dog because you were running late again?”

“Yes!”

You glanced at May and erupted into laughter. Despite the semi-harsh words being said, you could see the amusement in both men’s eyes and the smiles on their faces. It was, all in all, incredibly amusing. The energy of the room was electric and warm, incredibly comforting in an unusual but not unwelcome way.

Ned and Peter stopped arguing as they heard your laughter. You were leaning back in your chair, your head tilted and your hand on your chest as you tried to calm your cackling. May joined in, and soon, so did Peter and Ned.

“I think I have a solution,” you informed them as your laughter sobered.

“Let me hear it,” Ned and Peter said simultaneously.

You grinned at them before quickly flipping the board over. Everything went flying and you immediately dissolved back into laughter at everyone’s shocked faces. Their mouths remained open and you continued to laugh as you cleaned up the board and put everything back in the box. The laughter had devolved into chuckles when May began to help you put stuff away, a bright smile on her face.

“I like you, Y/N. You fit right in,” she said frankly.

You smiled sheepishly as you organized the money.

When you turned to look at Ned and Peter, they were both turned away from the table, whispering to each other and glancing over their shoulders. As you raised an eyebrow at Peter, he immediately turned red and jerked his head back.

With a shrug, you discussed what movie to watch with May. You both agreed that it was probably a good idea to put a movie on and play a different game. May was suggesting Cards Against Humanity, and you were seriously considering it. Of course, you were also weighing in the possibilities for total embarrassment with that particular game.

“Oh, what the hell, let’s do it!” you beamed, finding May’s cheer adorable.

Ned and Peter were still whispering while you helped May transfer all cups and food to the coffee table in the living room. You were setting everything up and they were still whispering as May put on Weird Science.

“Truly one of the great classics, May,” you informed her with an approving nod.

May nodded at you before giving you a pointed glance towards the boys. You gave a tiny nod of confirmation and walked over to them.

“Guys,” you stated loudly behind them, making Ned jump in surprise. “C’mon, it’s time for Cards Against Humanity and Weird Science. Wanna make some popcorn?”

“S-sure,” Peter stuttered, his ears and cheeks bright red.

“What’s got you two all worked in a bunch?” you asked gently.

“I, um, I have to run into the office really quick,” Peter admitted in a rush.

“Oh,” you blinked in surprise. “Um, okay? Is that what you’ve been discussing?”

“Y-yeah,” Peter admitted, his blush getting deeper.

“Are you worried about me?” you asked gently.

“I just, it would be rude—”

“Hey, Peter, it’s okay,” you interrupted him tenderly. “Emergencies happen. It’s totally cool with me. Besides, I like Ned, and I’m ready to win all of May’s love for all eternity.” You leaned forward slightly and pretended to whisper, “I’m gonna be her favorite, Peter; I’m gunning for your spot.”

Peter and Ned laughed loudly at that before Peter jogged to his room to get something he needed for the office. Ned rushed to the kitchen to make some popcorn while you went to sit on the couch with May.

“So, May, Peter has to go to the office for some sort of emergency,” you informed the woman as you plopped onto the couch next to her.

“That happens a lot,” May shrugged a shoulder. “And you can call me Aunt May, Y/N. After all this stuff tonight, I’m pretty sure you’re one of mine now.”

You laughed brightly, trying to calm the excitement that coursed through your veins. It had been awhile since you had that sort of motherly affection, and you didn’t quite know what to do about it. But you decided that you would roll with it.

“Okay, gotta go, see you in a bit, bye!” Peter’s voice flashed by you as he ran to the front door and left loudly.

“That was… weird,” you muttered under your breath. “Figured he’d actually, y’know, face us to say goodbye.”

“Oh, he gets like that when there’s an emergency,” Aunt May explained casually.

“Y-yeah, sometimes he doesn’t even go out the door, he goes down the fire escape,” Ned said almost… nervously.

As you watched the movie and casually played Cards Against Humanity, occasionally taking photos of the really good plays to show Peter when he returned, you found yourself getting really comfortable with the other two people. When the movie was over, Aunt May popped in another comedy, White Chicks.

About halfway through the movie, Aunt May decided to call it a night. She gave you a warm hug and a squeeze, telling you to wear the Spider-Man shirt more often with a wink. She gave Ned a squeeze and told either of you to give Peter a hug when he came back from the office. With another wave over her shoulder, Aunt May left.

Luckily, it wasn’t awkward with just Ned. You talked about both your jobs and your shared love of science fiction as the movie played. Ned even told you a few funny Peter stories that you soaked up with a vigor. When White Chicks was over, Ned decided to pop one more movie in while waiting for Peter (he picked Airplane).

You found yourself nodding off slightly while the movie was playing. Between the worlds of awake and asleep, you stretched out on the couch a bit more. It was an incredibly comfortable couch, obviously easy to fall asleep on.

Not even halfway through Airplane, Ned saw that you were sleeping peacefully. He figured that were still tired from the previous day, so he turned down the volume of the TV. After draping a blanket over your sleeping form, he went to bed.

 Peter entered through the living room window cautiously. He could see that the TV was still on, so he didn’t want to alert you if you were still home, but his window had been getting stuck and needed fixing.

Rolling through the window silently, Peter sprang up to see you asleep on the couch. The light from the TV, playing the menu screen for Airplane, was giving you a light blue glow. You looked absolutely fantastic, but you also looked slightly uncomfortable as you used your arm as a pillow.

He took a step to you before remembering that he was still in his suit. Quickly changing into a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, Peter lightly jogged to your sleeping form with a pillow in his hands.

“Y/N,” you heard a gentle voice prodding you awake. “Y/N, wake up.”

Groaning lightly, you managed to open your eyes and push up from your position slightly. To your slight surprise, you saw Peter kneeling next to you. The light from the TV was making him look unfairly attractive, as was that damn tight white t-shirt.

“You’re too cute,” you muttered as you relaxed your arms to lay back down. “’S not fair that you’re so damn attractive,” you continued to mutter. “’S not fair to others that aren’t pretty, people like me.” A yawn stretched your lips and you smacked your lips.

Peter’s light chuckle floated to your ears. “You want a pillow, Y/N?”

You grumbled, making him laugh.

“C’mon, let’s get you more comfortable.”

“Are you comfy?” you mumbled.

“I mean, I’m kneeling on the floor.”

“Are you a comfy person?”

“I-I, I mean, I guess.”

“I’d rather use you than a pillow,” you admitted, still mostly asleep. “It’s cause ya look so comfy and cuddly.”

Peter chuckled again as you settled into your previous position. Your slightly opened eyes saw him biting his lip in thought before he nudged you over. You complied easily, scooting back until your back touched the back of the couch. You mused over the wideness of the couch and lifted slightly so Peter could snake his arm under your head.

He settled in next to you and you nuzzled closer and into his chest. You wrapped your leg over his and let out a small hum of comfort. Peter chuckled and you felt him hesitantly trail his hand down until it rested on your waist. With another hum, you felt yourself fall back into a deep, comfortable sleep.

 You woke up slowly, feeling more rested and comfortable than you had in a long time. The night of sleep had been so nice, in fact, that you really didn’t want to continue to wake up. Still, you knew that you had to wake up eventually, so you opened your eyes.

Peter’s sleeping face was right in front of yours. His curly brown hair was falling across his forehead adorably, and the peaceful look on his face made you want to take a picture. You couldn’t do that, of course, because it wasn’t like you were his girlfriend or an actual artist like he was.

You couldn’t remember exactly what happened after you fell asleep the first time. As you memorized Peter’s sleeping face, you tried to recall how you came into this predicament. Peter’s arms holding you close did not go past you.

You let out a slight sigh and tried to squash the excitement that came when Peter let out a small grumble and tightened his hold on you.

A vague whisper of a memory came into your mind as you couldn’t help but bring your hand up to brush some of Peter’s hair off his forehead.

The memory told you that you’d mumbled some things that you would not have said otherwise. Apparently, sleepy you had much more confidence and a much smaller filter than fully aware and awake you. You felt your blood rush as your boldness from your sleep-induced state came into your living memory.

As you played with Peter’s hair, you decided to not focus on the words you’d uttered. Instead, you focused on the softness of his hair and the smoothness of his skin. He was so peaceful, and your tender, hesitant touches seemed to make him relax even more.

Peter let out a sigh and pulled you ever closer. After another minute, and you tucking your arm back against your body, your gaze was met with Peter’s sleepy brown eyes.

“G’morning,” he murmured, giving you a squeeze. “You’re a really good cuddle buddy. So warm and soft and nice. Smell good too.”

You chuckled lightly before you nudged Peter slightly. “Sorry about last night,” you said quietly. “I didn’t know I’m so… bold when I’m sleepy.”

Peter chuckled sleepily and the breath tickled your skin. “It’s alright,” he sighed happily. “I liked it. And I liked cuddling with you.”

“I did too,” you admitted shyly. “Peter?”

“Hm?”

“I need to use the bathroom.”

Peter let out a dramatic groan before removing his arms and rolling over. He obviously forgot that he was on the couch, because he landed on the floor with a thud. You couldn’t stop the loud laughter that left you as his fluffy curls popped up while Peter glared at you for laughing at his plight.

You climbed over him, still laughing, and hurried to the bathroom. All the liquids you had ingested the night before had caught up with you, and you cursed your past self for causing your present self to have to leave Peter’s cuddles. Then again, you pondered as you washed your hands, you hadn’t expected to spend the night, nor to cuddle with Peter.

If you weren’t so relaxed and still sleepy, you’d probably be freaking out.

When you walked back out, you saw that Peter was sitting on a counter in the kitchen. He was typing on his phone and a pot of coffee was brewing in the kitchen. As you entered the kitchen, you let out a groan of relief at the smell of the coffee.

“You should make that sound more often,” Peter informed you casually as he glanced up from his phone.

Your blood sang through your body and you decided to not comment on that. You texted Monica and told her that you planned on calling her later in the day, and a few minutes later, Peter was handing you a mug of coffee.

“Thanks,” you smiled at him.

“No problem. Thanks for inviting me to cuddle last night,” he smirked lightheartedly at you. “That was the best sleep of my life.”

You chuckled as you made your coffee the way you liked it. “I slept very well, too. Thank you, Peter. And thank you for being so cool about it.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

Shrugging a shoulder, you sighed as you took your first sip of coffee. “I don’t know,” you admitted, “just… I don’t know. But I still appreciate it. I don’t always sleep the best, and it really was a nice sleep. So, thanks, Peter.”

“Hey, anytime. I seriously mean that, by the way,” he gave you a pointed look.

You barked out a laugh and nodded. “Okay, I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Good!”

Peter offered you some toast, or a bagel, but you politely declined. At his concerned look, you explained that you weren’t normally hungry right after waking up. You also told him that you needed to get home and take a pain pill to get rid of the little ache you still felt in your body. He pouted but seemed to understand.

After you finished your coffee, you went to the bathroom and your hands through your hair to make sure it didn’t look too crazy for your short walk. Sure, it was NYC, but you didn’t like to stand out. Peter laughed and told you that your hair was fine, but at your sideways teasing glare, he chuckled even more and left you to fix it up.

“Okay, Peter, I’d better get going,” you announced as you entered the living room.

Peter was adorably curled on the couch with a sketchbook in his lap. You pretended to peer around his shoulder to see what he was working on, but he held it to his chest and gave you a fake glare. He relaxed as you chuckled and stood up.

“Okay, well, thank you for having me over,” you said as you walked to the door.

“What are you thanking me now for? I’m walking you home,” Peter chuckled as he followed you to the door.

“Oh, you don’t have to—”

“I’m walking you,” he said in a no-nonsense tone.

You didn’t argue and instead let him lead the way out of his apartment.

The walk to your apartment was brief but nice. The coolness of the morning air was refreshing, and Peter kept up a casual stream of conversation that you eagerly participated in.

Almost too soon, you reached your building and turned to Peter. He grinned at you and shoved his hands in his pockets.

“Thank you, Peter,” you said softly, changing the whole dynamic around you. You felt a bit vulnerable with the shift you caused, but you pushed on. “I had a really great time. It really took my mind off of things, and I really appreciate you inviting me into your life. I feel… honored to have met some of the people most important to you. Thank you.”

Peter’s smile was tender and made your heart dance. “Thank you, Y/N. I’m really happy you got to meet Ned and Aunt May, and that you get along so well with them. I know I had to leave, but I’m really, really glad you had such a great time. Aunt May was texting me and telling me that you’re her favorite now, so… lucky you, I guess,” he pretended to pout.

You laughed and shifted your weight a bit. “She’s a wonderful woman, and she raised a wonderful man. I know you’ll always be her actual favorite, but I’m gonna soak up that title for as long as I can.”

The atmosphere had shifted again, and you felt less vulnerable. Still, you felt good; you didn’t feel guilt at sharing your feelings the way you sometimes did.

“Well, I’d better let you get back to your Saturday,” you announced, wincing internally at the awkwardness of the announcement.

“Y-yeah,” Peter agreed, giving you a smile that perhaps had a tinge of sadness.

“I’ll, uh, see you soon? If you want?”

“Yeah, definitely!” His eagerness made your heart do a little Irish jig. “Let me know if you need anything, okay? I know you’re still sore from the other day.”

“Of course. You too, Peter. I mean, any excuse to see you again, am I right?” Your face heated as you realized what you said. “Text me when you get home so I know you’re safe, okay? Tell Ned I said thank you for letting him into his home, and that it was nice to meet him,” you plowed on quickly. “Anyway, thanks again, Peter. Stay safe!”

Before you realized what you were doing, you stepped forward and kissed his cheek before retreating inside. You didn’t look back as you rushed to the building door, much too focused on dealing with your river dancing heart. When you glanced at him from the door, you saw the brightest, happiest smile you had ever seen.

Your river dancing heart slowed down at the sight of his smile. Warmth filled your body and your muscles relaxed. With one more smile at him, you went inside.

As soon as you entered your apartment, you slid down the door and onto the floor. Your smile was almost hurting your face with how long it had been there.

No matter the ache in your face, you didn’t want this feeling to fade.

[dreamlanddoll]

Step by Step

You’re nervous about having to dance for your welcoming ball, Cedric helps you out (you replace Sofia in this AU- making you the new princess).

this idea was given to me by @omgselinabeckendorf !  A wonderful friend of mine who has the cutest ideas :)

“Mr. Cedric... could you maybe... teach me how to dance?”

Your request initially shocked the sorcerer, blinking his eyes rapidly and shaking his head a little to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. Realizing that made him look foolish, he crossed his arms and arched an eyebrow. “And what makes you think I know how to dance?” He attempted to keep his cold demeanor.

You shrugged, pressing your lips together in a smile. “I dunno.. you just seem like the type.”

Cedric’s brows furrowed- what on earth did you mean by that? What were you trying to do? Tease him? He was already getting fed up with this. There was no time for dancing when he had a Kingdom to take over! “Why don’t I just give you a spell to help you dance, yeah? Then you won’t have to waste my- I-I mean.. your time.” he chuckled.

You sighed, getting a little frustrated. You only had a few hours left before the ball! “No! If I use a spell to dance then I’ll never really learn! Plus.. I’d feel like I’m cheating..” you twiddled with your fingers, looking down at your gown hem.

Cedric internally scoffed. Cheating? You’d feel like you’re cheating? At what? Never in his life had he met anyone who was as much of a goody-two shoes as you. It was insufferably adorable. He needed you to leave immediately. Cedric was about to roll his eyes and shoo you out of his lair- but stopped when you looked up at him with big pleading eyes and an ever so slight- never the less effective- pout.

He felt a heat creep up into his pale cheeks and he sighed, dropping his shoulders and throwing his head back. “Fine. I will give you one dance lesson but that’s it!” He said, holding his index finger in the air to emphasize that you get one try, and only one. Or.. so he thought for now. Using his wand, with one simple flick he was able to conjure a classical waltzing tune that filled his workshop. You looked around in awe for a second before thanking him as Cedric took your hand in his and put the other one on your waist. He didn’t really give it much mind at first but once he held you- he immediately felt his heart beat at a concerning rapid pace. He gulped, trying to scramble around his mind to recall what his ballroom dancing class at Hexley Hall had taught him... though, it was hard for Cedric to concentrate with your hand resting on his shoulder. “A-all right, now when dancing, you must allow the man to lead.”

You looked at him, puzzled- and honestly a little annoyed. Ready to hear some old, traditional, misogynistic bull, you raised an eyebrow and asked, “Why?”

Cedric opened his mouth to answer, but nothing but a slight chocking on his words came out. He puzzled as well. “I’m.. not sure. No matter though, just follow me for now.”

You looked to the side- fair- you thought. You didn’t even know what you were doing after all. You saw that Cedric had put a foot backwards, so you followed suit with the opposite foot. Getting used to following him, he began leading you in a simple box-step, telling you to count the steps in your head- 1 2 3, 1 2 3, 1 2 3. You weren’t quite ready for the next one however, despite Cedric saying, “And now we separate and I twirl you, are you ready?”

You nodded, faking confidence with a look on your face that said “yeah I’m ready!! I can do this!!” And as he guided you into a twirl, your arm raised over your head and you spun a few times- making your dress flare out beautifully as the ruffles swished and swirled underneath your over-skirt. Cedric internally swooned at how graceful you looked. He was quite impressed actually. You faced back to him and smiled- excitement bubbling inside you from landing the twirl perfectly. You were about to walk back to him with an elegant stride, but you felt your ankle block your other foot from progressing- causing you to gasp and stumble forward. In a panic, Cedric lunched forward to steady you using the little strength he had- but it was just enough for you. The music, though softly, continued to play.

“Are you alright?” He asked with genuine concern, which you weren’t really used to hearing from him out of the few weeks you’ve known the tower-dwelling wizard.

You looked up at him with breathy laughter escaping your lips. “Yeah.. um...” you stood up with his assistance and soothed out the crinkles in your bodice. “I guess my lesson’s over then?” You shrugged, recalling he said you got to have one and only one try.

Cedric hummed, he did say that you only get one try. Scratching the back of his neck and eyeing his main door- he started to feel a little bad. Offering his hand to you, he attempted to hide his smile. “Nonsense, my dear. You aren’t going to get good at this unless you practice! And as my father always said- slow and steady does the trick.”

You blushed, surprised by his sudden gumption. But of course you weren’t going to pass up his offer. Taking his hand you stepped in closer to him. “Thank you, Mr. Cedric.”

Cedric tried not to stare at you too much as you both danced around his workshop- but good heavens, you were gorgeous. Cedric couldn’t help it if his eyes lingered on your soft lips, or your sparkling eyes, or your h/c hair that was cascading down your shoulders for too long. Not that he had feelings for you. Of course not! He just... had eyes, and he wasn’t stupid- well- that may have been up for debate. But he couldn’t let himself get distracted from his main goal- your amulet, and then the Kingdom. Yes. Back on track, that was all that mattered. Not your radiant smile, or kind heart, or outgoing personality...

But here he was, going out of his way to teach you how to dance. He loathed giving into his kindly impulses, but not wanting to upset the person with the one thing that was the key to his success, he offered you kindly smiles every once in a while when you two made eye-contact.

You meanwhile, were looking nervously at your moving feet- making sure you were getting the steps right to not make a fool of yourself again. In all honesty a little nervous in making Cedric think you were some silly, clumsy, wide-eyed child. You weren’t a child, at least that’s what you wanted to prove to people- you were 25. A young, confident woman with the ability to break men’s hearts. Yes, that sounded more like it.

“I think I’m getting the hang of this...” you slowly trailed your eyes back up to him, a small smile gracing your lips.

Cedric returned your glance, too nervous to respond- but happy you were catching on so quickly. The song as he recalled was nearing an end, and he greatly contemplated if he’d be so bold as to dip you or not... loosing himself in his panicked thoughts, he felt your weight begin to shift in his arms.

Confused, he let out a small hum before noticing you were practically letting yourself fall, his eyes widened- and before he could react you stumbled to the ground- taking Cedric along with you- the both of you letting out two different kinds of screams.

A hard thud followed, along with a groan coming from him as he rubbed his head and flipped himself over on his back. Trying not to sound too annoyed, he grimaced. “What in Merlin’s name did you do that for?”

You sat up quickly, holding onto your arm, looking at him a bit flushed and embarrassed you reverted into your tensed up shoulders. “I-I thought.. you were supposed to dip me at the end! You know, like in the books?” You blushed, tucking some hair behind your ear.

Cedric blinked at you, but then scoffed and shook his head when he realized what you meant. “Those are romance books my dear- you can’t believe everything you read!”

You bit your lip, feeling bad for frustrating him. “Um.. sorry.” you looked down, your lashes covering your irises. Oh god, you didn’t think you’ve ever been so embarrassed in your whole life. “You must think I’m pretty silly, huh?” you laughed, trying to maybe, just a little, lighten the mood.

Cedric sighed, letting his hand fall to the floor. The last thing he wanted to do right now was upset you, seeing as you were already in pain enough. “No no no, it’s alright.” He waved his hand, dismissing the upset as you stood back up. After you dusted off your skirts you offered your hand to him, which he took- feeling a strange wave of feelings go through him as he did- you stood him back up. Sighing, he looked at you, thinking for a moment and pressing his lips together, dare he even ask? Well, you already tried to yourself, so he supposed why not. “Why don’t we take it from the top and try that again, hm?”

“Huh?” you looked at him with wide, glimmering eyes. You then looked down at his hand, which was out for you to place your hand in. You did so, smiling from relief as the enchanted music started up again.

Going through the motions again, his hand on your waist yours on his shoulder, a minute of twirls and box-steps later, you had one final round before the song came to an end. Carefully now, you slowly lowered yourself back- but not too much this time to avoid anything over the top. Cedric let you relax in his arm, trying to feign a little extra strength for you as he leaned over you slightly, the song coming to a stop.

Admittedly he was a tad entranced by you right now- the look you were giving him.. he wasn’t sure you were aware of it but if you were he seriously needed an explanation. Because no princess has ever given him so much as a second glance let along the gaze you were currently bestowing upon him. He suddenly felt weak in his knees, not from the action of holding you like this but the feeling of it, Cedric felt his mind wander to the possibility of him holding you like this again in the future.. perhaps- if it was even possible- where you two were together...

“Mr. Cedric, are you okay?”

Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts- just then did he notice his whole face was as hot as a stove. He blinked a couple of times, his mouth dropped open as he tried to speak but the only sounds emitting were “um”s and “uh”s.

You giggled, you had to admit that Cedric was quite adorable when he was flustered. You hated to be like this, but you wondered if there was anything else you could do to get a rise out of him without being too forward... you tried to see by slowly running your fingers up his shoulder and into the hair scruff of his neck.

Cedric felt his whole body tense up once you did this- what were you trying to do? Kill him?! You were doing exactly that by the looks of it as you leaned up closer to him, saying in a hushed voice- “Thanks for the dance lesson~” you patted his cheek the hand that was previously buried in his hair and you stood back up.

“Uh.. I..” he felt the cheek you touched, rubbing his thumb along his jaw.

You were nearly out the door before he knew it, waving and giving him a goodbye wink you said, “See you at the ball tonight, Mr. Cedric!” With that, the door shut, leaving the poor sorcerer in his workshop utterly baffled and weak.

“Y-you’re w-welcome.” he said to the empty space before him. Regaining his senses he groaned- frustratingly tugging on his bangs in his clenched up fists and then throwing his hands his sides. It was then Wormwood had flown off his perch and onto Cedric’s shoulder to comfort him. He looked at his bird with a tiredness in his eyes. “If I don’t get her amulet soon, I’m going to loose it.” The sooner he stole your amulet and took over the Kingdom, the sooner he could avoid any potentially growing... ugh, feelings, for you.

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Only Want You- David Dobrik

This was a request by @flowerkidlxrry and I wanted to say thank you love for it! This was fun to write and it’s based off the song only want you by Rita Ora!

“You said this was form fitting not skin tight oh my god” you complained to your friend, Carla, who lended you her dress for the night. Something you were annoyed about wearing since the night you and David had ended, it was constant mini dresses and looking good. 

You wanted attention to put it simply, trying to fill a void that David put in your heart. Sure it wasn’t fair to blame him for everything, but you definitely wouldn’t be going out almost every night if you guys didn’t end the way it did.

You would probably be dressed up in a sweatshirt and shorts, getting ready to go to David’s. Makeup free without a care in the world, especially with how comfortable you were with him. Sadly that wasn’t how life was going to work, you were instead going out and trying to have fun. 

Trying being the main key word since you weren’t actually having that much fun. Not without David’s annoying screaming in your face about something you did that was funny, trying to capture it for his vlog.

Well really it was you since you ended things, not realizing the mistake that was at the time. You needed David and you hoped he needed you since you wanted to go back to him. The hardest part was doing that since he was in LA and you were in Las Vegas, moving for work. Also the reason you broke up with David in the first place, never thinking about it until you got this opportunity.

“Hey it works you look hot” Carla simply stayed as she looked at you up and down in approval. Smiling to herself since you were kind of her project since the breakup, hoping it would help. “Yeah but it’s so tight and annoying, I feel like I’m only going to impress a potential problem” you stayed truthfully, hoping that maybe you could stay in.

Carla just rolled her eyes at that, grabbing your hand and leading you to the Uber she ordered for you. Sighing as she squealed and got on FaceTime with your friends who you were meeting at the club you were going to. You greeted the driver as you got in and apologized for Carla being obnoxious, hoping her rating wouldn’t go down because of her being a mess.

Your mind was more than preoccupied at the moment, you had your phone and looking at the photos you had with David seemed more important than anything at that moment. You looked back and saw the photos of something you don’t think you guys were for a long time, you guys were happy. 

There was one of him sleeping that you had to capture before he woke up and got insecure. Then the one with him laughing at something Erin had said, the sun just set on his face. Seeming like he was glowing, one of the prettiest sights you probably had seen in a while.

When you had gotten to a photo of you and David where he was spraying whipped cream on you and you were laughing, the photo was taken as a courtesy of Natalie, then you got to the club. You sighed before stepping out, Carla immediately squealing as you met up with your friends who were waiting in line.

 “Wow (Y/N) you look hot!” your friend Sofia commented as she looked you up and down in approval, your friend Alexandria agreeing to Sofia. You thanked them when you saw a head of brunette hair quickly turn back around as you looked up at them, you squinted your eyes to check to see who this was. 

The bouncer at the club letting the brunette girl in with a big group of people you swore you could’ve recognized. Soon after you were let in, you headed straight to the bar, an activity you picked up after the breakup with David and something you will probably be continuing. 

You soon met up with your current hookup who actually you could stomach for more than an hour, Christian being someone that you kind of could stand. You knew it wasn’t right but everything was compared to David from his hair to his eyes. The similarities between the two dawning on everyone including you, you knew he looked pretty similar to David but no one questioned it.

“Hey babe” Christian greeted you and then your friends who all gave their hellos before Sofia dragged the other girls out onto the dance floor so you could have alone time with Christian. This was well, hard since there wasn’t that much alone time in a club and you had to shout to even hear anything not in the bar area. “Hey Christian” You greeted back, refusing to use a pet name like he basically tried starting to do but you were already annoyed by it. 

You gave him a kiss, every single time his lips with the taste leaving a sour taste in your mouth probably because like every problem you had with Christian. The only solution was to be David Dobrik, something he could never be but you tried with his kisses and looks. Yet Christian’s kiss wasn’t David’s and you miss your ex boyfriends, something special in them that made you crave them.

“Do you want to dance?” Christian asked you as you both found your friends at a table that Alexandria probably already had rented for the night. You shook your head no before heading back to the bar in order to get a drink before you had to deal with Christian again. Sitting down at the bar, you got on your phone after ordering a vodka cranberry from the bartender.

“That dress looks great on you” you turned around expecting a random stranger, instead locking eyes with one of your ex boyfriend’s best friends.

“Ilya? What are you doing here?” You asked a now shocked Ilya who just shrugged before leaning against the bar getting ready to start a conversation with you. You had been doing this for the past couple weekends, some of the conversations you had resulted in a hookup or two. 

Christian being the most consistent, which was also part of the reason he was sitting with your friends since he kind of knew them at this point.  You knew you had no intentions of hooking up with Ilya especially since he was David’s best friend, you didn’t want to do that to David but also Christian was kind of in your life now. 

“Ilya I told you, not to run off because David is going to find you idiot- Oh hey (Y/N)” Natalie came through the crowd, about to scold her friend for probably about to scold Ilya for talking to you. You laughed at the pair you always seemed close with, smiling for the first time in weeks when he came. David was in front of you for the first time in weeks, emotions flooding back in like a tidal wave making you slightly uncomfortable. 

“(Y/N) you look- wow” David simply stated as he stared you up and down, making you slightly uncomfortable at how forward your now ex boyfriend was being. You smiled since the compliment is something that sent a shock wave of emotions you hadn’t felt in a while, not from Christian or any other hookup you’ve had. 

“Thank you” You smiled at him, you wanted to start a conversation with David and pull him away from the group but Christian came over after you thanked David. “Hey babe who are these people?” Christian asked you, hand wrapping around your waist immediately as Christian stared at David with a nasty look on his face. A definite way to say ‘she’s mine’ to David who was giving him a death glare, also staring at his hand around your waist.

“Christian this is Natalie, Ilya, and David and guys this is Christian” You simply stated as Natalie started talking to him, she was the nicest person since even Ilya started glaring at your consistent hookup of the month. “(Y/N) can I talk to you? Outside?” David asked you while looking at Christian, you knew that him holding your waist was something that was killing him inside.

“Sure, Christian I’ll be right back” You told Christian, giving him a kiss on the cheek before leaving with David outside of the club you guys were both consequentially at. “You did a real great job with that prick (Y/N). 10/10.” David let out as soon as you guys were outside and away from everyone, the both of you walking to presumably his car. 

Your most important talks as a couple took place inside of his Tesla, it was where you felt the most safe and at home. It’s also where you broke his heart two months ago when you said you guys weren’t working out, you knew you two could make it but something stopped you. Soon you were proven right since David got to his car, you knew that you both were not driving anywhere since parking was $60 and you knew that was tough for him. He was a cheap millionaire, something you always found funny about the boy who was opening up the door for you.

David helping you get in before getting in himself, soon turning to you and waiting for your rebuttal to what he said outside before you both got in the car. “You only say he’s a 10/10 because he looks like you David we all know how narcissistic you can be” you gave your sass back to him, this only causing David to smirk at you. 

“He does kind of look like me, I see why you picked him” David replied making you role your eyes, this side of him making an appearance making you regret the breakup slightly less worse. David definitely could be an ass when he wanted to be, sadly this was one of those times and you were already tired of him. “I guess I don’t have the best taste because he’s just as annoying as you” You stated making it his turn to roll his eyes at you.

“You know I’ve seen your Instagram posts, you’ve only been to the places we’ve been to” David almost questioned you, he had every right to since you have been going to places with memories of David in them. It was all you had of him for two months and you wanted to cherish that, apparently he definitely took notice of this. 

“I’m surprised you looked at my posts” You simply stated, the air in the car becoming awkward which meant David was about to ask something as equally awkward. “Why did you break up with me?” David simply asked, wanting to get straight to the point and find an answer he’s been looking for. You just looked him and shook your head, tears threatening to spill out of your eyes due to how hurt he sounded.

“In truth, I felt so alone and depressed the last month of our relationship it made me almost do something I could’ve regretted. I don’t want to say it’s all your fault because trust me when I say that I made mistakes and I’m truly sorry. I just needed to get out for me” You replied truthfully, David listening to you before frowning. You knew he didn’t know everything about your mental health, the false thoughts of him finding someone better always invaded your brain. 

“You don’t have to apologize for your mental health (Y/N), I understand that you need time for you. Just please know that once you’re done with that guy, call me because God I miss you so much. I’m sorry if I contributed to you feeling this way because I never wanted you to feel alone, your happiness is honestly one of the most important things that matter to me” David explained, wiping your cheeks since tears were now falling down. David kissed your cheek before bringing you in to cry into his chest, you hated talking about your mental health with David.

You were strong in his eyes and you never wanted anything to jeopardize that, even if it meant holding in everything that was coming out now. “Listen, I miss you dearly but if you need time I’ll give it to you” David simply stated. Kissing you on the lips, a slight moan coming from him as he got more into it while you were in heaven. You knew this is where you should be since it felt so right, everything about David felt like it was right and he could do no wrong.

You were the first to pull back, David following you before groaning since you pulled back from something he was enjoying. David always loving kissing you, it was probably his favorite thing to do besides make others happy which was something you loved about him. “Please call me if you need anything” David offered before you got out the car, nodding your head before heading back to Christian with a lot to think about.

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75. Part 3

I am still digesting everything Omar has said to me in the car, I think I have never been without Cassius in these things and this time I am, he usually hides these things and it looks like we are ok “so you wanted to speak to us?” Amira sat down finally “so I am happy with the dress, we got that. So we was riding back and I called Cassius and told him that you girls want to have some fun” all of the girls groaned out “telling men anything means the whole thing is ruined” Olivia said “well, not ruined. So Cassius said we can go Clover Club and he has a spot for us and that Omar is coming with us and I am supporting that idea” I need to let them know I want it too “if you ok with that and Cassius got us a spot because when I asked they was busy” Mia said shaking her head “they said they was busy, dead ass they did” Amira chuckled “girl no, always ask me. I can always get it for you. Me or Cassius. They are never busy, they hold it back for the famous these spots, I will always get you in” Amira is not wrong “oh they asses do that? Well if Cassius ain’t ruining plans, lets do this” the girls are ok with it, I thought they would hate it “let’s raise a toast girls, I mean Sofia with her orange juice” pouting my lips out as I reached for the glass and picked it up “I want to raise a glass for the fact Cassius is finally marrying my girl but also, how far you have become. A mother of two, a home owner, marrying the love of your life. Also the fact Cassius has made that happen, so I really want to raise a glass to Cassius, he’s not here but he’s a good guy and I would thank him but to Cassius” Mia said, my smile grew “I also want to add that Cassius has come a long way from the Cassius I know, he has changed for the better and I want to thank Sofia for that so to Sofia” I cooed out at Jasmine “if he was here he would be emotional, Cassius is an emotional person really” I said, my baby getting this kind of love “to Cassius ladies” Amira said as we clinked glasses.

There is no way I can hide this bump so I will embrace it, I am wearing a bodycon dress “ayee, we got this you need to wear it all day” Olivia ran over to me “what is it?” reading the sash “bride to be?” I chuckled “will it fit around me? I’m getting fat again” Olivia placed it over me “it’s just fine, you look so beautiful sis. Come on, let’s go. We are all ready” Olivia grabbed my hands and dragged me out to the living room “here is the bride to be!!” Jasmine spat, I am so shy right now “girls, I love you all so much. You all look so good. I can only imagine how you all going to look on the day, I am emotional to think. Each one of you have made an impact in my life, thank you for riding with me” they are so lovely, I love them all. They all came in for a group hug “no emotional shit, we need to turn up!!” Olivia spat, I can’t wait to have some fun “let’s go, come on” breaking away from the group, let me get my bag quickly from the side. I think it does suck that I can only drink orange juice or water, I would love to get drunk for one night. Grabbing my bag, Amira opened the door “why do y’all do this? Like it scares us” Cassius and his none speaking people, they just come out of nowhere “y’all ready?” Omar said, he looked at me and it’s like he pays no attention to anyone but me “after you ladies, and you go ahead” he threw his cigarette to the side “took your time, my head hurts from the screaming” I guess we was loud “can I have Amira in the car, please?” I said please “Kyle’ girl?” he asked “yes” stepping outside “sure, aye homie. You in the SUV, keep them safe” I am just going to accept this.

I am so glad I have Amira with me, I chose Amira because she knows and she knows the business and when they speak about things it’s private and only she can understand it “this is a fancy car Sofia, look at it. Why complain?” Amira said, she is not wrong “I am not, it gets lonely and Omar constantly bullies me” Omar laughed “I don’t, she doesn’t like the fact I am right. How long you been with Kyle Amira?” see he is nosey too “wow, it will be ten years next year” my mouth fell open “wow, that long? And he has not made you wifey, he really made you wait it out?” the words came out of my mouth without even thinking “no, I think we were happy as we are. I am secure Sofia, like with how we are, but he proposed to me and that was a step he took his time with. I think I had to accept that Kyle put Cassius first in everything, it is just now where he backed away, he saw Cassius was ok, he saw he was having a family and kids and now he’s like we can too. If I was marrying Kyle, I was marrying Cassius too and I am not lying. Sometimes you just have to accept it, you have to be there for him when he needs it. When Cassius got locked up, he was heartbroken and I hated seeing that, the times he thought he lost his brother. Some bonds you can’t break. And Sofia, I accepted because I love Kyle and I wanted his happiness, he does spend time with me and more now than we usually do. But yeah, nine years is long” Amira really was there for Cassius and he didn’t know “wow, that is love” I said “I am just happy Cassius found love, I uhm” Amira paused “I didn’t want to lose Kyle, because Cassius was spiralling downwards, Kyle was fine with going with him too. All these years I never met the man, Kyle didn’t want me too and kept it away from me and I am glad I did now. We’re ok now though” Amira smiled at me “true, you’re such a good woman” holding her hand “and I’m still struggling” I don’t want her to be sad “I know” I said in a whisper, Cassius done told me already “it will happen, I know it will for you” Amira took in a deep breath “but it’s your day today, we good girl” she squeezed my hand.

Omar started that in the back and then his ass went all quiet, all his damn fault “so here we are ladies” Omar got out of the car, there is a line here outside “is it always this busy?” I mean Amira would know “it is, you know when we generated a name in Miami it was a knock on affect to New York and so on, it does well” opening the car door as I stepped out “I would have opened the door for you” the guy that doesn’t speak to me is actually speaking, they are usually mute “I can do it” I smiled at him, walking around the car “bride to be!!” Mia spat as she shuffled over to me “how can I forget” I chuckled as she placed her arm around me as we walked towards the club “oh my gosh, look at that” looking up seeing the sign “Sofia’ night” I read out “oh my gosh, oh my baby. He did that” he changed the sign for me and for it to be my night “I love him so much” I gushed.

We are useless, I can actually admit that now. That we as men are useless, because first of all we came Florida late, then we arrived and I was tired so I didn’t bother. Kyle tried to do some things while I stayed at the hotel with both Bryce and Cartier, they are tiring and I think it’s even tiring that Bryce is very demanding, even trying to figure out what he wants but I am getting there. I can’t really be loving towards him because Cartier don’t like it, I am just tired “the girls done got their shit done and onto their bridesmaids dresses, we bad” Kyle said “I know, we getting there. You say this was the shop?” I pointed out, Kyle went and did research “it is” looks like a nice jewellery store too “I came and checked it out with gay Lee over here” I laughed, Kyle is not shit “gay Lee, have you asked if he likes that name?” I questioned “we bonded, we good” shaking my head laughing “I guess we need to get out of the car” looking over at Cartier “I am not ready for this” I am tired from dressing them in the morning, Cartier held his hand out to me with his pacifier “thank you son, you ready Bryce?” he looked at me, he is in his own world “boss” Ethan opened the door for me “yeah coming out, we need to get momma a nice ring” getting out of the car.

Holding my hand out to Bryce as he took it, I got Cartier in my arm and holding Bryce’ hand as we walked towards the store “daddy day care and shit ain’t it” Ethan said “says you nanny, you got the bag” I do love it though, I love this actually. It may be tiring but it’s loving, I get so much love from them but Cartier does not know how to share at all, he is really bad with it. Walking into the store “Kyle you are back” he already knows him “I told you I would be back, here is the man himself. The man of the hour, he needs help with the rings” Kyle said behind me “I am Matt, I would shake your hand but you are busy. I will help you decide, I have the room waiting for us to see the many rings we have” he seems like a nice guy “come on young don, we about to see some shiny things” I said looking down at Bryce, he smiled as we walked together. He is so good, very quiet. He likes to play on his own a lot because I think he probably finds it draining to interact with others because they don’t understand him and we struggle to do the same but I am spending much needed time with him, he is so special to me.

Matt finally came back in the room “so do you have anything in mind, anything you want to buy for her?” good question “erm, not sure. The most expensive thing?” I mean that will look nice “we can do that but I am sure she will want a lot of thought into it” he said it like he would tell “I got her a big engagement ring, it’s the best on what they had there so I got it. It is big so you know, I am not sure what else to get?” Matt nodded his head “ok, well we have a band where it could make an addition to the ring or do you want to have another ring and replace it?” this is hard work already “a band? I mean ain’t that tacky?” Matt laughed “no, not at all. Let me show you one, I think you will like it” looking over at Kyle “you have no clue do you?” I laughed shaking my head “I am trying my best, I just want it to look pretty for her” Kyle cooed out “so this is a band of sixteen diamonds, white gold. It is an eternity ring” he bought the ring to me “Kyle has shown me the ring and from what I have seen, this will look great” it is very shiny “you see this Bryce, shiny” Matt ain’t even letting me touch it “as you can see from afar, it’s not something you would say disappoints. You can use this and then later in the future buy her a new ring but I think this would be perfect, you know how beautiful it looks” nodding my head “you right, when did Kyle show you the ring I got her?” I asked “he came in, he showed me an example. He helped you out a lot” Kyle is always there for me.

I thought while I was here I would get my son a gold chain “aye, dada. Let daddy do it” he is so fussy for nothing, clipping the chain around his neck “wow dada, you rich, rich” I like this chain “this is solid cuban gold diamond chain” Matt said “yeah, only thing is that it may be heavy for him but he seems to be ok with it” he doesn’t seem annoyed by it “you good too?” I asked Bryce, he seems ok with the chain too “you like it? It’s shiny ain’t it?” touching the chain, he looks so happy with it “I told you, what dada get, you get. Brothers are the same yeah?” placing my arm around him “and that Rolex, I want a Rolex for a lady. I mean my wife, but I want a Rolex” she needs a Rolex while I am here “I can get you that but there is something that we was requested from Kyle” another assistant walked in with a box “from Kyle?” furrowing my eyebrows looking over at Kyle “from me bro” Kyle said, Matt walked over to me with the box “this is a gift from Kyle” Matt said to Bryce and opened the box, looking in the box and seeing a diamond encrusted chain with Jordan’ picture “it’s real diamonds, and a picture of your late father” seeing the picture of Jordan, I am a little choked up “you got that for him?” I said to Kyle “family, you right. He looks just like Jordan and being with him, he deserves to know him and have him on his neck. We all grew up with him” reaching over and taking the chain out of the box “you know who this is Bryce? This is your dad” reaching around him and placing the chain around his neck “this is your dad, he may have been a pain but that was my brother” turning the picture around “he always going to be there for you” my voice broke, Bryce is staring down at the picture and then looked at me “dad” he said, he knows it “you know it son, I love you nephew” he was so fucking lost in trying to be me, Jordan had no chance.

Staring at myself in the mirror, I am not sure how to feel about it. I am nervous, I can’t lie about this, I am so nervous the fact I am getting married and now I am stood here staring at myself in a Tuxedo, I am a simple man. I choose things straight away but I think I like this Tuxedo, I really do. I am getting married, that shit is so wild to me because I never thought I would “dada!” hearing Cartier scream from outside the changing room, and I never thought I would be a father “dads coming, calm down” hearing Kyle say, I am feeling choked up. I am getting married, this is happening “coming out now” I said, closing the button my suit jacket and making my way out. Taking in a deep breath as I stepped out “so what y’all think?” I asked “look at you, the don is really looking like the don now” Ethan said “you think?” looking down at myself “come here son” taking Cartier from Kyle “hey dada, you see this? We going to dress the same” pressing a kiss to his cheek “this the Prada three piece suit, Italian style and I think it looks good on you” the tailor said “I need two the same, for my son and nephew, least matching” I am excited.

[thechaseaphrodite]

Time Warp

If you could reverse the clock and correct the mistakes of your past, wouldn't you accept it regardless of the price? When Dr. Arizona Robbins is presented with this opportunity, she has no doubt about what her duty is. If you could do it all over again, to get it right, what would you do differently?

Prologue

Hi guys! How are you on the other side of the screen? This is a project I've been working on for some time, so I hope you enjoy it! Before we continue, I would like to thank my wonderful beta reader, @tiggermay, which is more than I could ask for in a beta. Honey, thank you so much for everything!

Prologue

Arizona was late. And as a good military brat and surgeon, she hated being late. She particularly blamed Callie (ex-wife and current headache) for her tardiness this time, since Callie had forgotten (too busy fucking whichever barely legal med student of the week to remember) that Sofia needed new ballet shoes for today's class. And Sofia? Sofia only warned her that morning, which forced Arizona to leave her daughter at school, run to the nearest store, make the purchase, go back to the school and leave it at the front desk before she could go to her job.

Arizona huffed angrily as she forced her way through the crowd while exiting the subway, the heat of the people, of the city, unbearable. She had never liked too much heat. Seattle's cold and almost constantly cloudy weather matched her cheerful personality much better than the extreme temperatures of New York… And, the smell! She could feel her lungs burning from the polluted atmosphere, while the smell of sulfur and carbon seemed to pervade everything!

Arizona's dream was definitely not New York. She hated that city. It was too big, too messy, too much. It was definitely not where she would choose to live, let alone raise her daughter, but of course that choice had been taken from her hands, years ago.

And Callie? The woman she desperately and hopelessly could not stop loving? She was always fucking one intern or another. Arizona actually thought she and Callie would have a second chance at the City That Never Sleeps, only to have her heart broken again.

The streets of New York were especially crowded that morning, as she tried to walk as fast as her prosthetic leg would allow her (and that was another factor that made her hate New York. The streets of Seattle were never so busy. Arizona didn't feel so... Disabled there. New York didn't let her forget for a minute that she wasn't normal).

She crossed the street without noticing the red light in front of her, or the taxi speeding towards her, and almost like an extracorporeal experience she saw the car collide with her fragile body, was thrown meters forward, her limbs in twisted and unnatural positions, falling back onto the hard, hot asphalt.

Arizona looked up at the clouds and thought she was late for her surgery one last time before letting her eyes close.

***

When Arizona began regaining consciousness, she kept her eyes closed. There was something wrong.

She felt the prickling of grass on her skin instead of hot asphalt. The smell was not the polluted air of the streets, but a faint scent of dew and flowers, and when she opened her eyes, she saw a beautiful blue sky without clouds or buildings.

Arizona took a deep breath, noticing that nothing in her body hurt, which was strange. She began to sit up slowly to take account of her injuries.

"Oh my God!" she shouted. Her left leg! Her left leg was there! Her left leg was there, attached to her body in perfect condition!

A hoarse, melodic laugh made her turn her head. A man who looked more like a Greek statue was standing a few feet away from her. His curly hair was charcoal black, and his eyes a liquid gold. And even more impressively... He was completely naked. Arizona shouted in embarrassment, covering her eyes with her hands.

"You know, that isn’t most people’s reaction."

“You’re naked! And I don't know where I am or what is happening, but…, but that's not right! And you're a man!” Arizona shouted back in a shrill voice.

That hoarse laugh filled the air once more. "Well, you're naked too."

Arizona peeked between her fingers and screamed once more using her hands to cover herself.

“Why, Arizona! You're a doctor, please!” The man replied, his tone amused. She heard footsteps on the grass and felt clothes being placed on her lap. Arizona opened her eyes slowly and this time the man was wearing a pair of black sweatpants. She quickly dressed in the scrubs offered and feeling more comfortable now that her privacy was guarded, she slowly touched her leg, before raising her eyes to study where she was. It was a meadow... Small grassy hills stretched as far as the eye could see.

"Where am I?" she asked in a whisper, fearing the answer that seemed obvious by touching her leg that shouldn't be there.

“Well… Arizona, you are dead… well, dying.”

Arizona looked back at the man beside her and for the first time noticed the huge white wings sticking out of his back. "You..."

“Kai. Call me Kai."

"You're an angel" Arizona said in shock and awe.

Kai laughed again and nodded. “I think you can call me that. I’m your guide." He whistles looking around. “This place is beautiful. Usually, I see train stations and hospitals.”

Arizona sat on the floor, tears blurring her vision. Her hands slowly touched her left leg, her mind running at full speed struggling to understand what was happening, to come to terms with the fact that her body was once again whole.

Despite there being no actual time in the meadow, she had a sense of moments passing and finally the reality of the situation began to weigh on Arizona's shoulders.

"I died," she murmured.  "I died... Oh God... Sofia... No... She can't lose another parent!" She sobbed. "And Callie! Callie don’t deserve to be a single mom, and God... April, April and Richard and Andrew... What if nobody tells them? Oh God..."

Kai sat beside her, putting his arms around her shoulders. “I came to guide you to the next world. But you can take your time.”

Arizona rested her head on Kai's shoulder, sobbing. Kai sighed sadly. “Father is also disappointed. It wasn’t your time. And that wasn't your destiny... But not even God has the power to turn back time, if a soul made peace with its choices in life and is ready to move on.”

Arizona rubbed her cheek against the angel's shoulder. “How can I accept my choices? If I could turn the clock back, knowing what I know today, I would make so many different choices.”

Kai squeezed Arizona's hand. "Arizona... Could I offer you a deal?" He murmured, his pink lips touching the skin of her ear. “We turn back the clock. You keep all the knowledge you have up to today, and you get a new chance. A chance to fulfill your destiny. And I, as your guide, I will stand by you every step of the way.”

Arizona stared in shock at the angel, her cheeks wet. "This... Is this possible?"

Kai nodded slowly. “For a person who has saved so many lives and can save so many more? I don't see why my father wouldn't allow it. Of course, I must give you the three fair warnings. Where there is death, there will always be death. Certain fates are inevitable. Meant to be. And, of course... Everything has its price.”

Arizona stared at the meadow in front of her, the sadness over her own death still heavy on her chest. She could go back. She could go back in time to get Nick medical treatment... She could go back and make Mark and Lexie realize how they felt about each other. She could be a better friend to Teddy, approach Richard and April years earlier... And Karev, she could help Karev more... She could convince Derek to stay in Seattle and keep him alive. She could… she could prevent the plane from crashing?! So... Then her leg would never be cut off. And God... She and Callie... she and Callie could go back to before it all became too big a mess to fix. She could go back before then and make her relationship with Callie perfect in all its imperfection. And Sofia... Sofia could have her momma. Her family complete, no divorce and break ups and fights... She could do it all over again and do it right this time. Wasn’t it her duty to try? And the price? Who cares about the price in the face of having a second chance to live, a chance to fix their mistakes, to save lives!

She smiled, dimples showing on her cheeks. "Kai, turn back the clock. I want to take the chance. I want to correct all my mistakes since I assumed Dr. Kenley’s place at Seattle Grace!"

Kai smiled and his pearly teeth flashed dangerously for a second before Arizona lost consciousness again, thinking that this time… This time she would get it right.

[bobbyischill]

My Relationship With Andi Mack

Two years ago, when I was in 10th grade, my GSA advisor was telling me and a friend about a Disney Channel show. She hadn’t watched it yet, but apparently one of the main characters had just come out as gay! I was really happy for Disney and glad that queer kids all over the world had someone like them to look up to. However, I, a 15 year old, a mature teenager, wouldn’t really enjoy a kids show, right? So I went about the rest of my day without giving it a second thought....

Until I went home and opened up Tumblr. One of the first posts I saw was someone giving props to Disney for making such a diverse, inclusive show that was actually GOOD. They said it reminded them of Girl Meets World, except it was a million times better and diverse. Okay fine, I thought. I guess I’ll check out Andi Mack. (BOOYY I HAD A BIG STORM COMING)

I opened up my iPad around 10:30pm and decided to watch an episode or two, depending on how tired I was. After the very first episode, I recognized that this show was special. Like, REALLY special. The characters were fleshed out and unique. There was the “twist” about Bex being Andi’s mom. The friendships and relationships felt real. I knew I was going to binge the whole show that night.

That night, as I continued on with the show, I fell in love with each one of them. They all had their own quirks, they were all nuanced. I fell in love with how competitive, protective to a fault, and caring Buffy was. I fell in love with how awkward and goofy and relatable Cyrus was. I fell in love with how kind and oblivious Jonah was. I fell in love with how hard-working and funny Andi was, and how much she cared about certain things and the people around her. I fell in love with the dynamics between certain characters and how they were always changing. I loved how it tackled racism in school (Buffy had to change her hair or be sent home), how unfair dress codes are to students (especially girls), how you need to take a stand for what you believe in (the prison uniforms), and how stepping out of your comfort zone is a good thing, even if you get hurt (Andi watching a horror movie and being terrified, but not regretting it). This was all in the first season.

This show already meant so much to me. And then Cyrus looked back at Jonah. In the words of Jonah Beck, “I cried”. Just that hint of representation was more than I had ever scene on Disney or any other show marketed to kids.

And then Cyrus came out to Buffy. I, a pansexual who was out to my friends but not any of my family and who still struggled with intense internalized homophobia, burst into tears. I related to how ashamed and afraid Cyrus looked. I needed to hear Buffy’s heartfelt response. “You may be weird, but you’re no different.” That phrase was constantly bouncing through my head for at least the next few days (and if I’m being honest, it still is). I wrote it all over my notes and assignments because it was literally all I could think about for such a long time. I saw the sign on the wall that said “G: for General Audiences.” That showed me that Disney (or at least Terri Minsky, my queen) truly felt that I wasn’t a freak. I didn’t need to hide my identity from anyone if I didn’t want to. My identity wasn’t a mature subject; it was for general audiences. (Also, I just want to add that Sofia and Josh’s acting in this scene was absolutely fantastic. It was so raw and emotional, and it still makes me cry every time I see it.)

And then in that same episode Cyrus and Buffy talked about his crush on Jonah. They did it so casually, and my mind was blown. At this point, I had honestly never seen so much gay representation in a show as this.

That night, I stayed up until 5am. I was rewatched Cyrus’s coming out scene about 10 times. I fangirled about it on Tumblr. I added “Tomorrow Starts Today” to my Spotify playlist. I even wrote a diary entry about it. (I only write in my diary when I’m feeling very intense emotions that I need to write down in order to figure out.)

The next day at school, I told all my Gay Friends about Andi Mack and how amazing it was. A few of them got into it, and it was fun talking to them about it, but after a while I was pretty heavily hyperfixated on it and I needed more. And I felt like I was bothering my followers with constant posts about how much I loved Andi Mack. So I made this blog. @cyrus-made-tshirts. I haven’t changed the name since. That’s how I became an official part of the friendom.

I love this fandom. I don’t even know many people personally or have made many friends through it, but this fandom was everything to me. I loved the posts, the crackhead theories, josh’s account. I loved the crackships, the real ships, the overanalyzing of every line, of every movement, of every promo. I loved watching the reactions on YouTube. I loved making posts about the show and having hundreds of people relate to it or find it funny, especially the gay ones. My very first post to get more than 50 notes was one about how Miranda and Bex would make a cute couple (this was before Miranda was revealed to be a snake.)

For the past year and a half, Andi Mack has been my life. I have survived the many ship wars. I have survived the months-long hiatuses. I have survived the ominous tweets and posts Josh has made and the frenzy of panicking everywhere that followed it. And I have loved every minute of it.

I’ve seen these characters I love grow up before my eyes. They’ve all changed and evolved and matured so much. There’s so much more representation since I started watching the show. There’s a character with a learning disability, characters with anxiety, a homeless character, a deaf character. There’s been multiple episodes celebrating Jewish and Chinese culture. I’ve seen Cyrus go from nervously nodding in agreement that he liked a boy to unprovokingly telling his friend he liked that boy to flat-out telling his ex-crush he is gay to holding hands with his crush in public. I’ve seen all of Cyrus’s friends support him unconditionally. I’ve seen him find his happily ever after (for middle school, at least).

And then the last episode aired. I knew I was never going to be prepared for it, but HOLY SHIT, it’s over. And the finale was like a fanfiction it was so good. I watched it live on Thursday night at midnight. I freaked out about it online for three hours, then watched it on Disney Now. I pulled an all-nighter because I just kept rewatching it online until Friday night, when I watched it air on Disney. The way Cyrus and TJ sang Born This Way with the rest of the characters cured my depression, cleared my skin, and watered my crops. The bench scene was so fucking beautiful and romantic it caused me to hyperventilate. The acting from both Luke and Josh was incredible. Honestly, Luke crushed it the entire time as TJ and the bench scene was the icing on top. This scene meant more to met than some people could ever know.

A couple months ago, I was in a pretty shit place emotionally and mentally. Literally the only thing stopping me from killing myself was the guilt of leaving my friends and family behind. I needed another reason to stay, something to keep me grounded. And that reason became Andi Mack. I promised myself I would live to see the day Tyrus became canon. And I did it. I’m in a much better place now, and I’m not going to do anything stupid now that Tyrus has become canon (TYRUS HAS BECOME CANON!!! AAKDBEISSHSB I STILL HAVENT PROCESSED THAT YET!!!!). But at the time, I really needed Andi Mack to help me keep fighting. And it was there for me. And I will always be indebted to it for my life.

This show has helped me in so many other ways. It’s helped me drastically reduce my internalized homophobia. It’s given me a community of people that understand me. It’s created so many characters that I love. So thank you to Terri Minsky for creating this show and amazing characters that I will love forever. Thank you to Disney for funding it and not completely censoring it. Thank you to the crew for working tirelessly to make this happen. Thank you to Peyton, Emily, Asher, Josh, Luke, Lilan, Trent, Garren, Sofia, and every other actor for pouring their heart into this show. A special thank you to Josh and Luke for making me feel safe and loved and for caring so much about their story arcs. (And their political activism is pretty awesome, too.)

I’m really going to miss screaming about this show with you guys. I really hope that some people keep creating fanart and fanfics and keep making memes and crackships. I hope the friendom never dies. Because every one of you is so special and fun to hang out with online. And I’m really gonna miss it. And now I’m crying, and this is getting WAYYY too long, so I’m gonna stop talking now lmao. But I want to say this show has changed me in so many ways and I’m grateful to every single person involved, including the amazing friendom. I’ll love you all forever. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[imperiusv]

II -R U Mine?

                                              Ausculor                                                 Release

I could barely breathe, my heart was beating like war drum , i felt light headed and as i was coming down from a really strong high, you looked me in the eyes, no hint of smile nor affection, just a blank, soulless stare,vanished. Panic mode turned on immediately - literally what the fuck? Months of shit and finally something good happens - you would expect more of the same, but nope, shitstorm incoming. I frantically start looking for you , perhaps she felt bad or dizzy, I say to myself, trying to justify your behavior again. Finally i find you on the ground in some bedroom talking on the phone and blatantly ignoring me, I am literally in full on panic mode, what the fuck is going on? We leave for the club and you told me to fuck off. The library was the venue, i proceeded to get wasted and didn’t bother with you anymore, I spend a lot of time with my friends and the night progressed into a drunken haze, i find myself talking to Indy outside for a good 30 minutes, they didn’t let the gypsy motherfucker into the club ,perfect opportunity to sober up, Timur gets in a taxi drunk with Yavuz, after they ate pizza , I lied that i will leave too, secretly i was waiting for you. I saw Baptiste with that girl , i don’t seem to recall her name,but i think they were kissing, i was really drunk , but i remember the look in his eyes when we made eye contact, the guilt and fear in his eye told the whole story, he was doing something he was not supposed to  and got caught , I don’t remember what happened next but i ended up meeting you outside, which was the point of the whole torture, we went home together, i remember how you cuddled up and took my hand in the bus, it was really sweet , one of those good drama free moments we had, we just stayed in silence enjoying the comfort of each other.

Big surprise after that - we didn’t talk for almost 10 days, the first of many times we will go into radio silence mode over the next couple of months, malus through Timur and we started talking again, which you did again , weirdly for someone you don’t care , trying to reach out to them, but yeah whatever. 8th of December we met again, I was out with my friends again and we were supposed to meet, you came in really late and we decided to ditch them all together, it was just you and me, walking around the streets in the dead of night, trying to figure out shit, we talked a lot, no idea what about , quite incoherent now, but i remember we kissed under a light pole , it was a shitty kiss, you made it like that just to prove a point, all i remember after is that we got the bus back home and you were texting some other guys or colleagues to go to there, i felt you had a thing for one of the guys, which this was only confirmed after that, but yeah i saw it even back then with no background or anything, it is a curse to see so clearly i know.

Birthday! Did you know your birthday is 16 days after mine?That’s two years,two weeks and two days after me, yeah mind-blown. I took you to eat cakes, i believe everyone deserves a cake on their birthday, it was fun, no drama and bullshit, but that was just the start of the day. In the evening we had the party, i knew you were still thinking not to come, so i came to shots to get you and to make sure we ended up the Labyrinth. I still remember you wore the red dress and i had my red shirt on,the first part of the evening , we spend blatantly ignoring each other and i stopped giving you attention at one point and proceeded to get fucked up , i was smoking outside alone and you came and sat in my lap, blabbing some stuff , but i didn’t even listen, I started playing with your hair and kissing your neck and we made out for a good 3-4 hours, first outside, then we went to the back in the dark,on those smelly rugged coaches, it was like we couldn’t get enough of each other , i have never kissed anyone for so long, at one point we stopped and i realized it was 4 am and the bar was starting to close down, i begged the to play RHCP By The Way and we danced and made out some more, then hit the road, during the time we were on the couch, people were talking to us, joking, fooling around, but i didn’t even notice them , such a connection that was, i felt like we were one. I wasn’t expecting sex so i decided to go on an adventure with you, I really wanted you to remember that birthday, so i thought it would be a great idea to take you to see the sunrise, we tried going into that rooftop,but it had fucking rats and was locked, i laughed so hard, when there was a noise and we thought the rats were coming for us, somehow i decided that it would be a brilliant idea if we can’t see it from the rooftop to go to the mountains, but it was cold as fuck, i mean it was fucking December , wtf do you expect, dumb-ass? It was such a good evening , no drama, no bullshit , mostly kissing and having a good time , a real adventure. I thought after this we will be together, but i was wrong again, i screwed up again.This time it was my fault , I took you to Pierre’s when i should have given you space  and let all that affection and good time i had given you , ferment like good grapes, i was too available and wanted more and more of you, such beta moves.

We went to his party and i really wanted to show you the view, cuz the last time i was there all i could think of was showing it to you, yeah, fuck me . They of course made jokes of it and said we were like a couple or whatever which was an anathema to you at that point. I managed to salvage the situation by joking and stuff and then pulling a vanishing act with you alongside me, a trick i learned from you - to vanish from people , you did this to me numerous times in the months before , mostly at shots or any other bars, sometimes you vanished with guys like that screw up Romaine or whatever his name was, that disgusting french guy, but now i see you have a thing for disgusting guys, by looking at your new boyfriend , sometimes i feel sick and want to throw up, but yeah i guess you have that mentality of not fighting for something that’s worth it ,but rather settling for something that’s easy and available and wont cause you any problems down the road , but yeah whatever lets go on with the story. We went to Shots and had a good time again, we danced and made out , it was pretty chill, but even as we were there, i knew i had screwed up and you were gonna give me shit now , but the more ridiculous thing was that you knew it as well and went with it, even tho , knowing that my friends were the reason why and they were the assholes , i was just inconsiderate.So you cut all contact off in the next days , but surprise mothefucker i came to the star wars stuff you were so shocked and we didn’t talk until Christmas,but I guess you responded to challenge and started to miss me , when i contacted you , we talked for hours and hours every day, I could listen to your voice all day back then, now just imagining it , to be honest i can’t even remember how your voice sounds, but it sends chills down my spine, just thinking about it makes my blood boil. My grandpa had passed away so maybe that was one of the reasons you were more warmed up to me, but i remember how much better i felt after we started talking and when you said that over the holidays you imagined me as something more and really was starting to miss me and thinking of me in another way, I felt so ecstatic and got really excited about seeing you again, but then again you said it passed like gas. During those days we talked so much and i got to know you even more and more, we would go on for hours on the phone, even Timur was annoyed, who visited me for fucking Christmas , jesus how could i forget this, for the last three years he had been with me for Christmas and New year you called me 20 times, drunk, enough said, but back to Timur,  just imagine that and i didn’t even call him or text him when we were together that often, he was one of the few persons that really felt me and really connected on a different level to me, the other one being my brother of course and maybe Adrian,all of us fire loving archers, none the less. We got unimaginably drunk on new year and all the time you were calling me and texting me, you even said you wanted to kiss me and so on, while you were drunk ,which for me was fucking huge, getting validation from you, the reason i got drunk was you, cuz every time i would go outside to talk to you, there was a hidden bottle of whiskey and one full of vodka in the bushes and i would have a sip or two and then head back into the club, I was so fucking wasted, my brother and Timur carried me home, Adrian was fucking angry at me,but he got over it and when i went home, my lenses were on the floor and Tumor picked them up, put me to sleep, he took such good care of me, that bastard, oh it almost brings tears to my eyes when i think about it, how good of a friend he was and how much he cared about me and all, now i have nothing even close to that, i’m gonna give him a call or text him now, as he is being going through some really hard times lately and i wish i was more there for him than now, as he was for me before, he helped me got through really bad episodes, i tried and did my best last time we had facetime,but still it’s different when I’m not there, when i come back from my self imposed exile i will spend  some quality time with him , as he deserves, he also mentioned he wants to come here, but idk if i can find him a good job that pays great money, but who knows maybe next year i can make it happen, as it would be amazing to have him here, if am single and he still is, we will have the time of our lives , i am very tempted to summon him here and help him stay. I went back to Sofia and we saw each other on my name day, i couldn’t help myself so i planted a big kiss on you the first time i saw you,we were at shots with your friends, I remember how surprised you looked. Then you started pulling back again and we went through not talk and talking again and again for the next month and a half, it was horrible, the worst period of all our pre-relationship this was , you would call me up when you were lonely and felt bad so we could hang out, but then you would disappear for days and days leaving me with my thumb up my ass every time , like the erasmus awards , I was planning on rigging the whole thing so that we can win , but imagine my surprise when Elizabeth told me we had a 10 vote lead over the others, people just liked our vibe and thought we were a couple and instead of accepting the reward and making it a good joke that we are not together or whatever you bailed on me and you can imagine how embarrassed i was to tell Elizabeth that i concede the reward just to avoid total humiliation in front of everybody and it went to i forgot her name , that dumb bitch with the glasses and her ugly boyfriend. But it was a good party overall Key won and Tim too, i was so proud of all of them, you just fucking left like it was nothing, it meant a lot to all of us that night, but yeah. The German guys goodbye party you didn’t come too , they liked you for real! And all this lead us to the night in the maze , when the french bastards were there and we had a scene, you me and Timur, lazslo lied to me that you were looking for me, we hadn’t been talking for days back then and i was feeling so hopeful when i saw you that things will be normal between us again, cuz i was missing my friend , not just lover. But nah , shit after shit , i was so wasted that night i can’t even remember what happened,  I only know that Timur took me home and i was a total wreck, the next day or party we were outside shots with the french guys and you had to fight with them, then turned tail, i had a huge fight with Pierre and lazslo and left as well, misunderstood by everyone, i felt like a fool again for trusting you, but not for defending you , because it was the right thing to do,nevertheless you never appreciated that , me standing up for you , even when we were together you never did, but i kept doing it anyway. I think we saw each other a couple of times after that , just for some hours and after my “rages” which entailed me telling you to fuck off and stuff, we were both deep in study shit, so that was part of the excuse , i remember how one night we snuck into the university and jumped the fence, that was cool as fuck , but we couldn’t get in because of the lock doors and the security guard was looking for us, you got scared kinda.Or that time after a party i think i passed your dorm and there were three bitches started hitting on me and added my on Facebook and Instagram, I still have them, two of those bitches even got married recently, they wanted me to come over and have fun, but they were ugly as fuck and i wasn’t expecting to fuck them three, but it was a great joke, too bad you didn’t come down to see me then.During those days we had really great parties, at which of course , most of the time i was wasted and looking for you, as your ubiquitous presence was felt in every aspect of my life , at one point it got so bad, that if you weren’t there i would go crazy and disappointing, as i didn’t want to be there and felt like the evening was wasted, this constant feeling of not being around you and when you finally showed up, being around,but with only shit happening, drove me fucking nuts, i felt like i was loosing my mind constantly, torn between you, myself and my friends.It was all a blur those days,weeks, months, but generally it was a good time with Timur and the boys, I miss that feeling now, the longing of wanting something and suffering for it and the sweet joy when you receive it, this is how messed up I am,for wanting something like this, but this is life i guess, fighting for something you want and then getting it, if you receive it right away , you won’t perceive it as being worth it or whatever. But who in their right fucking mind would put themselves in a situation of self abuse or someone to just lead you on, it was ridiculous , I don’t know how i managed to keep up with that, i admire myself actually for being so patient, stubborn and consistent with you,as the whole time i was believing it would pay off in the end.It didn’t.

I go crazy ‘cause here isn’t where I wanna be And satisfaction feels like a distant memory And I can’t help myself, all I Wanna hear her say is “Are you mine?” Well, are you mine? Are you mine?

All this lead us to that night i went totally nuts in club Melo or whatever the name of the stupid joint was, you showed up late, i was there with all my squad, or whatever remained from it, didn’t fucking say a word to me or anything, ignoring each other for the whole evening, then you danced with Salvatore the Italian wanker, i totally lost it when he tried to kiss you, i wanted to punch him , but pierre and the others stopped me , so i took out my frustrations on the wall, my fist went right thought i fucked that shit up good, i broke up the whole wall, they took me out of the club, so we can avoid paying for damages and i just vanished into the night, that evening i smoked 3 packs of cigarettes maybe more, it was my low point. I took a cab, but before that i saw you leaving with that guy, i was devastated, thankfully you weren’t fucking , but it fucked me up really good, i was wandering studentski and the streets it was raining i remember , Emeka saw me in front of fantastico and was so worried about me, i went home and i saw how much blood i had on my hands, took some damned pictures to post,so you can know what you did to me, i do believe we also wrote to each other that morning , but what does it matter, i went into the shower and collapsed on the floor , i felt like garbage , even worse than garbage like fucking nothing, like i didn't even matter at all in the world or more importantly to you, I had no idea that one day you would make me feel even worse that that. I wrote you that morning that you should block me and we should cease all contact to avoid more drama. To which of course you responded that we should go out for lunch, reluctantly i agreed.

We had a really good time going out and it was drama free, which was a huge fucking surprise given the last couple of weeks/days/months , i was so exhausted from all of that crap, so we had a night out in shots with Ivo, we got fucking wasted at my place and in shots you locked yourself in the bathroom for 2 hours i waited for you, funny thing was that i kissed you and you escaped into the WC immediately after that i was thinking maybe she got sick from me , but realized quickly you were puking your guts out, Ivo too, but he left. I waited for you and tried to break the door, i almost got in a fight with some guy , he wanted to go inside, i told him to fuck off, finally you came out , i took you in my arms and carried you to  my bed, I wanted to sleep on the other one, but you took my hand and said you want me to sleep with you, we cuddled all night and it was really good, i felt safe, like i belong there and i  was home. I took a snapchat of us sleeping and send it to Key, she couldn’t believe what had happened

Lets end up this here on a good note again, this shit is way too long