#was busy the whole day yesterday so couldn't play but today i will maybe get back to it <3 !!!

[astrxealis]

wuthering waves kinda slay but it does not have enough power to have kept me hooked longer than 1/2 hours Rip

[bruhnze]

Apple tarts and tiramisu - part 3 - Lucy Bronze x reader

Other parts: part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4

Lucy Bronze x Barista!reader

Summary: this story takes place in 2022, when Lucy just moved to Barcelona, ​​all fictional of course.

SMUT - MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 3k? Maybe a bit over that .. warning, i didn't proofread..

Apple tarts and tiramisu 3

You dropped besides her on the bed out of breath and laid on your back panting.

"You are so good in bed" Lucy said after a bit "you probably won't believe me but usually others can't really make me cum"

You laughed because not only did you make her come multiple times in the past couple of hours, yesterday you had also made her come twice and that happend pretty quickly if you remembered it right "yeah right, you dont have to try to make me feel good, i already do" you chuckled.

Lucy rolled her eyes "i told you you wouldn't believe me, but now your even laughing at me ouch" she put her hand on her chest and faked being offended.

You climbed on top of her "aw sorry did i hurt your feelings" you sarcasticly said "Do i have to make up for it with another orgasm?" You traced you fingertips at certain parts of Lucy's body, resulting in the exact reaction from her body you had hoped "see, we just did all that and you still can't get enough" you came closer to her ear and wispered "if anything, i think your easy".

Lucy's jaw dropped open, she was usually, almost always, the one who would take the lead in the bedroom with her previous partners.

Lucy couldn't believe what you did and how much effect it had on her.

You broke the tension "but sadly im totally done for" you sighed and stepped out off the bed "shall we take a shower?"

She looked at you confused and with refueld desire "are you just gonna- now you want too-

You smirked and then joked "yeah im not an athlete like you,.. i should probably work on my stamina"

She groaned "sure you dont want to come back to the bed for a minute"

"Lucy," you laughed "if i lay down one more second i am a thousand percent sure i will fall asleep"

"Okay" she sighed "lets take a shower then".

////

The following days were quite busy for Lucy, she wouldn't be free until next sunday. You had asked her if she usually only had an off-day on sundays.

''Hmm, yeah i guess, sunday is supposed to be my rest day, because it's usually the day after the match, so then i shouldn't do too much, saturday's before games are also free time, but then i have to be even more carefull. But my scedule is very versatile, so i just try to live day-to-day really. I look at my agenda weekly and keep it at that''. Had her answer been.

You had a lot of respect for her, you knew she loved football but it was truly a life dedication to play for Barca, you imagined the pay would be quite good but you didn't know if you would trade your own simplistic for such a hectic one.

You thought about how things would be if you and Lucy would get together as a couple one day and daydreamed about it during your whole monday shift.

Lucy had told you she had a busy day that monday and besides that, you weren't sure if she would get her matcha at your coffee shop still after the weekend you had. You didn't know why you had the thought because the two of you had basicaly been texting ever since you left her house that night until she, and you, had to go to sleep. That morning you had recieved a goodmorning text and you had send one back, you had already opened the shop. When she send a picture of her brushing her teeth, you send her one back of you preperaring the coffee machine, deserving a ''cute x'' You didn't know what to reply so you had just replied ''no you x'' After that it had been quiet, resulting in you daydreaming the whole shift.

Around noon your phone buzzed again, for the umpteenth time this day you quickly checked if it was Lucy. Normaly your phone was on silent when you worked, but today you were so eager to recieve another text from the woman that had taken over your thoughts that you had left it on vibration mode.

You smiled, your lockscreen said 'Lucy apple tart send an image , unlock to see.'

You opened it and saw a selfie of her with a sweaty face on some kind of massage table.

@Lucy apple tart: still think im cute 🙃?

@y/n: yes but what are you doing, getting massages?

@y/n: thought you had training 😂

@Lucy apple tart: just done training, and this is physio btw not massages

@Lucy apple tart: although we get those too sometimes, but thats more a recovery thing

@y/n: ah, got it, when is your next game?

@Lucy apple tart: saturday why

@y/n: you have to recover after that right

@Lucy apple tart: yup

@y/n: need a masseur?

@Lucy apple tart: 👀

@y/n: 👀

@Lucy apple tart: its a nearby away game which means i will be back v late 😔

@y/n: ah and sleep is the most important recovery!

@Lucy apple tart: wise and pretty you are!

@y/n: thats just me quoting my PE teacher friend, she's quite a serious gym girl haha

@Lucy apple tart: the one u took to the game?

@y/n: yes shes my bestfriend

@Lucy apple tart: can i meet her sometimes? she sounds v nice

@y/n: bet she would love that

@Lucy apple tart: cool

@Lucy apple tart: if you want it could be at the game saturday?

@y/n: maybe a bit too public no?

@Lucy apple tart: GIF

@y/n: sticker

@y/n: cant be seen in public with u

@Lucy apple tart: 😂😂

@y/n: but fr?

@Lucy apple tart: love that you care and take my side in to perspective x

@Lucy apple tart: but ill fix tickets thatll get you access to the lounge before and after the game, we wont be there before the game but after we will, and then i could meet her?

@y/n: really

@Lucy apple tart: yeah im excited to meet your friend, usually that comes before the parents right

@y/n: lol u already met my mom tho

@Lucy apple tart: 😳

@y/n: well (yfs/n) will be v excited

@Lucy apple tart: im too!

You took a screenshot of the conversation to send to your bestfriend to tell her that she had been invited.

You wrote ''Espero que encara sigueu lliure, vau ser convidat per la mateixa senyoreta abs xx'' (hope your free, you were invited by miss abs herself xx) send her the screenshot.

One second later you realised you had send it back to Lucy.

@y/n: fuck

@y/n: wait dont translate pls

@y/n: just wanted to send yfs/n that she should keep her saturday empty

@Lucy apple tart: 😂😂😂😂Lucy apple tart

@y/n: omg

@y/n: didnt even remember that i had put that as your name

@y/n: 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

@Lucy apple tart: senyoreta abs 👀

@y/n: nooo abs is something else in catalan

@Lucy apple tart: what does it mean then?

@y/n: it means absolutely :)

@Lucy apple tart: ah okay!

..you texted your friend the screenshot and one of this part of the conversation..

@y/n: my excuse was terrible wasnt it

@Lucy apple tart:😂

@y/n: sry for objectifying you 😔

@Lucy apple tart: nah you give the best nicknames lmao

@y/n: really?

@Lucy apple tart: yh i cant pick if i like guapa or senorita abs best

@y/n: senyoreta abs

@Lucy apple tart: 😂 okay that ll be it then

@y/n: no you wrote spanish dummy

@Lucy apple tart: oop, senyoreta abs*

@y/n: good

@Lucy apple tart: good girl?

@y/n: now your pushing it apple tart!

@Lucy apple tart: sticker

@y/n: Sticker

@Lucy apple tart: ah shit gtg

@Lucy apple tart: ttyl pretty girl

@y/n: sticker

////

''I love this for you'' your friend said to you as you were sitting in the car driving to the stadium one town away ''and that you sent her the screenshot omg, so funny''.

''i felt so dumb omg'' you replied in Catalan ''but luckily she passed all the tests, she's not stuck up at all'.

Your friend quirked an eyebrow ''all the tests?''

''yeah, the putellas shirt? and now this too, she didn't even tease me about it'' you said.

''Maybe she's saving that'' your friend grinned.

You had told her to very detail about your experiences in bed with the dark-haired defender. The two of you always shared everything, eventhough her story's would be about men and yours about women.

''Stop it!'' you kept one hand on the steering wheel and with the other you poked her side ''and you will not say anything embarrasing about me later''.

''i wont y/n'' your friend said truthfully, but jokingly added ''i love getting to watch these games from the stands, im not going to take risks and end up behind the TV again''.

''good keep thinking about that'' you said.

''you aren't nervous are you?'' she asked

'' a little bit maybe, but i dont really know why, just healthy nerves i guess'' you stared at the road.

''hm, well im there to hold your hand'' she said and rubbed your arm affirmatively.

''Thank you''

..

''by the way, i wanted to pick up going to the gym a bit more if you still wanted me to come with? '' you asked.

''ugh i hate the fact that i know your motivation is sex but i love that you finally want to come so ill take it'' your friend groaned.

''what?''

''nah dont play stupid, you told me yourself that you lacked stamina to keep up with her''.

''Sorry sometimes i forget we share too much with eachother'' you groaned back

''nuh uh no such thing as oversharing'' her smile came back ''i love hearing about your life and i love oversharing mine''

''yeah true that, how did that date go anyways?''

''thuesday?''

''yeah''.

////

It was after the game. Your friend and you had watched Barca beat Girona FC with 1-4. It had been a scary start, as Girona had been 1-0 ahead, but overall Barca had been the better party.

''Here'' your friend handed you a drink ''got it from there'' she pointed at a bar in the corner.

There were quite a few people hanging around in the lounge. You saw your friend observing everyone ''recognise annyone?''

Your friend laughed ''yeah it's funny, i see some family members of the players'' she nodded in a direction ''i believe that is Olga, she's Putellas girl''.

''How do you know?''

''Instagram'' she replied ''honestly i cant believe how bad you're living under a rock, even now, i would've been searching the whole internet if my girlfriend was famous, you have-

''she's not my girlfriend'' you hissed as your cheeks got flushed.

''oh sorry'' your friend smirked but when she saw your face she said ''ill behave''.

''Good, corazón de melón''

Your friend cringed, she hated when you used that nickname. But when she looked over your shoulder her face came back to a smile ''if that isn't senyoreta abs''.

You turned around shamefully quick and saw a few Barca players entering the lounge, freshly showered and dressed in a tracksuit.

You turned back to your friend wanting to ask were, but when you saw a stupid grinn on her face you know she had fooled you.

''ahhh you shouldve seen how quickly you turned'' she burst out laughing.

''Something funny?'' you heard a farmilliar face.

This time you turned around more slowely ''Lucy?''

''heyy you remembered my name'' Lucy said as she walked over to the two of you and gave you a hug.

''well this is yfs/n'' you looked over to your friend ''yfs/n this is Lucy''.

''yep i knew'' your friend said unusually shy.

You chuckled ''where did your big mouth go, it's just lucy''.

Lucy became also a bit shy ''hey yfs/n heard so many good things about you., can i hug you?''

''yeah ofcourse'' your friend said enthousiasticly.

The three of you chatted for a while and when the players left the room one by one , Lucy was the only player left in the lounge.

When your friend and Lucy talked about a subject you didn't really care for, sports, you're eyes wandered around the room.

''eh Luce, dont want to be a buzz kill but your mates have left''

''Oh shit'' Lucy said ''thanks, should probably get running, dont want to miss the bus''.

She dapped your friend up, which made you frown, but then gave you a hug. ''bye pretty girl'' she wispered in you ear.

As she walked off you said ''bye apple tarts'' but you doubted she heared it.

////

You were back in your apartment, you had dropped of your friend at hers and was now walking to your bed, dieing for something more comfy to wear.

Your phone rang, it was Lucy.

''Hey'' Lucy said carefully.

''what's up'' you said as you had the phone between your ear and shoulder pulling of your pants and socks.

''Hello to you too'' lucy laughed ''wanted to ask if you got home safe''

''sorry'' you laughed back ''im multitasking, but yes im at home''

''oh what are you doing?'' She asked sincere, truely curious what you were up too.

You snickered ''well if you need to know, im getting undressed''

''oh, really'' she said cheeky

Your phone buzzed and you took it in your hand to look.

*FaceTime request from Lucy apple tarts*

''ohh nooo apple tarts, cheeky bastard'' you laughed.

''ugh, worth a try'' she pouted true the phone.

''If you really want a peek you'd have to come here'' you teased

''Well,.. i guess i still have that offer for a massage to take you up on'' she said.

In the same tone she used you replied ''yeah i guess you do, you should probably cash that, never know when it will expire''.

////

You had taken out oil from somewhere and lit a candle, on the bed you had placed two folded towels and a white bathrobe.

''hello'' you called true the intercom as Lucy had buzzed it.

In the time it had took her to come to you, which had been suprisingly little, you had put on some lingerie and on top of that a oversized shirt.

''y/n'' she said as you opened the door.

''hey Luce-'' you said with a dopey smile.

''what? were are you smiling at?'' She asked and looked at her sweater, thinking she had maybe spilled something.

''No silly'' you stepped into her space ''happy i can finally kiss you again''.

''hmm'' lucy said as she came closer to your mouth with her own ''yeah finally indeed''.

...

''wow, you have prepared'' Lucy smiled

''yeah, you can wear the robe i guess, i have to admitt i dont realllyy know what im doing''.

''hm'', Lucy grinned ''well im with you, i only know sportsmassages and than im in my kit'', ''or underwear''.

You looked at her with a raised eyebrow ''underwear''

''yeah you know, sportsbra'' she lifted her shirt a bit and pointed at her briefs ''boxers''.

''ohhhh underwear'' you sarcasticly replied ''okay so, underwear? or i could put those towels over you''.

''mkay'' Lucy grinned ''if you insist, i wouldn't have minded to be bare''.

''well we haven't started yet, you could-

''no ill take that towel'' she smirked ''for over my butt''.

...

you had spent a fair time kneeding Lucy's back muscles and shoulders and was now busy on her hamstrings.

''very thight'' you said, not realising how dirty that sounded.

Lucy hadn't picked up on it either and groaned ''yeah especially that left one''

You moved to her left.

''ah yeah, there'' ''uhg, a litte more le- ahrggghh yeah like that'''.

The sounds Lucy made and the words she grunted had you blushing.

You went to her calves for a bit before retrieving back to her hamstrings creeping up slowely but surely. Your hands were already pretty far under the towel, but the towel had been so big that when you had folded it double, it still covered way to much area for your liking.

''i think i have to get the towel out of the way'' you say ''cant reach your gluteus maximus''.

Lucy laughed into the bed ''if you want to touch my butt just ask''.

''no'' you stayed in your role ''this is a sportsmassage, cant ignore the largest muscle of the body, can i''.

''Calling my ass fat'' she snickered

''You think its funny?''' You said smugly and experimentally gave a little smack to her butt.

'Agh' a moan escaped her throath.

You massaged her ass, grabbing hands full and kneeded it. Before you tracked back to her muscles, continuing the 'sports' massage.

You didnt know if you saw it right, but you thought you saw her lifting her butt just a bit from the bed.

You stood up. "Turn around?" You asked.

She groaned bit turned around, she didn't bother trying to cover up anymore. Leaving the towel where you had dropped it next to her on the bed.

You shamelessly let your eyes roam her body.

Lucy squirmed under your gaze and reached out to one of your hands and placed it on her body.

"tan bonic" (so beautiful) you said softly almost wispering it.

You traced over her abdomen, feeling the buldging muscles below her skin.

Lucy's nipples hardened, and she grabbed her boobs with her own hands.

"Ey, atura ho" you said with an husk voice "i thought i was giving you the massage".

"O" lucy retracted her hands and laid them back besides her.

The way she obeyed you turned you on increddibly.

You climbed on top of her, sitting on hip height of her body, feeling your pulsating heat press into her body.

You want to reach forward to cup her breasts but the long t-shirt that you wore was caught between your bodies, restricting your movement.

With your knees on either side of Lucy you sit up a bit and pull of the shirt. Leaving you in just your underwear but still more dressed than Lucy is.

"Best massage ever" lucy grinned " a masseuse that takes of her shirt"

"It got in my way" you said a you palmed her chest.

"Im not complaining" she said.

When you took her nipples between your fingers she closed her eyes.

You leaned down to kiss her neck. Making you grind on her a little wich make you realise how wet you were.

Her hands found your hips and encouraged your movement.

You sat up a little bit more searching for the angle that worked best for you.

Lucy looked you in your eyes, you recougnised lust in her eyes.

"Tell me" you pant, slowing your movement "what's your happy ending?"

She tried to read your face, not completely understanding you or wanting to make sure she understanded you correctly.

"Anyting" you wispered ensuring "celebrate the win with me?"

She gulped and sat straight up, your upperbodies were now almost touching as you sat on her lap.

"Are you sure?" She asked.

"Mhm" you grinned "i can see in your eyes you need something"

Luxy pulled you in for a kiss and turned the two of you so that she was now on top of you.

"I brought something" she wispered "wait for me"

You laughed "no i wont go anywere i promise" after all you were laying in your own bed, you wouldnt even know were to go.

You blew out the candle that you saw was still burning, thinking it was hot enough in the room. And made yourself comfortable.

You realised how late it actually was and thought about the fact that you didnt feel sleepy at all.

If anything you felt adrenaline, curious about the thing Lucy had brought.

You didnt have to wait for an awnser long because Lucy stepped back into the room.

You saw her wearing a strap-on, with a black harness.

Lucy looked at you waiting for a respons.

When she didnt move, you stood up from the bed and walked her way.

You gave her a little kiss on her bottom lip and then went to her cheek.

"Hey" you said in her ear and turned to kiss her neck. You felt her shiver below your tender kisses.

"Hey" lucy said back "what do you think?" She asked carefully.

"I think your hot" you said softly biting her skin "and maybe you should carrie me to the bed" you hand felt up her stomach and went to her bicep.

Lucy smiled "you ike me muscles pretty girl?"

Her voice was low and she sounded more english, you took it as a sign that she was just as turned on as you.

She grabbed your ass and effortlessly lifted you up. You sat against the thick plastic item attached to Lucy.

You groaned, the 'massage' you had given lucy and the grinding on Lucy had already worked you up so much that you were sure you didnt need much to come undone.

Lucy turned around before the bed and sat down with you on her lap.

The two of you became entangled in a heavy make out session.

She was such a good kisser, you lost yourself in the kiss and your hips moved on their own.

She broke away from the kiss, placing a few more on your lips.

"Want to ride me?"

"Mhmm yeah" you moaned out, imagening feeling her inside already.

You stepped of her lap and quickly took of the pieces you were still wearing.

Lucy scootched back on the bed. Leaning her back against the headboard.

She looked at you with a glistering in her eyes. "la chica mas bonita" (the prettiest)

You smiled and got back on the bed, taking place on her thighs.

"cant wait to have you on my cock" Lucy said as she rubbed your upper thighs and hips.

You looked at her with wide eyes, not expecting those words.

"sorry, too much?

You didnt answer but kissed her. She returned the same energy but let yku lead the kiss.

When you broke the kiss you wispered " want to feel you inside me luce"

She guided you on to her strap, you lowered yourself carefully.

You closed your eyes and your hands found Lucy's abdomen to stabilise yourself.

She replaced her hands so they were a bit more on your ass rather then your hips and leaned in to kiss your neck.

The movement with her inside you set a low moan free from your throath.

She kissed your neck softly.

Once you had adjusted to the object that was within you, you began to move slowly.

"Lucy you feel so good" you said grinding down on her.

She kneeded your ass and sat up straighter, you removed your arma from inbetween the two of you to around her. Pulling her even more close to you.

Her mouth working you neck, her hands on your butt and her body coliding with yours in many places by the intimit embrace you shared all took part in the uncontrolable high you experienced.

You cried out Lucy's name and digged you nails in her back as you rutted up and down her dick a few more strokes before collapsing against her.

Her fingers traced your back and then went to wipe some strands of hair out of your face "that was amazing" she said with a scrill voice.

"Hmm" you nodded against her neck "you feel amazing, show me how good you can make me feel?"

"now?"

"Mhmm" you groaned "i want you lucy"

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That concludes part 3 😳 hope you liked it

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Warnings: none

Summary: y/n talks life and all things motherhood in her best friends podcast

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Hello and welcome back to the simple life podcast my name is y/f/n and today we have y/n ricciardo with us. Firstly for those of you who don't know y/n has been my closest friend since highschool but also when i first started this podcast in 2020 if you have been listening since then the one person I've always been asked to have on is y/n and I finally managed to get her to come on y/f/n says laughing "you make it sound like I was avoiding coming on" y/n replied laughing. "Okay okay in all seriousness she's been itching to get on but she's never been in Perth long enough since covid the get the time but now she has plenty of time" y/ns friend replied back seriously

"So how have you been y/n" "I'm doing amazing lifes great at the moment it's slowed right down and we're just enjoying each moment as it comes I honestly feel like in the last couple of months we've been able to stop and take in the moment more. Also being back in perth has had its perks no doubt I love this place with everything I got"

"People will get mad if I don't ask this early on so how's daniel and baby Olivia doing" "Their both doing amazing olivias six months old and she's just loving life since we've been back in perth we take morning walks down to the beach as a family and her and daniel just love playing in the sand together. I love watching it because she's at the age where she's more in tune with what's going on and just seeing her and daniel interact is amazing"

"She's six months already it feels like just yesterday I was flying out to Monaco because you had gone into labour. Did she enjoy Christmas whats every day life like with a six month old " "Christmas in general was great we got to spend it with the whole family which we haven't been able to do since covid, Olivia was in her element opening her presents and I think she enjoyed it alot because her cousins were there so she had someone to play with. Yeh six months can you believe it myself and daniel are trying to soak everything in because she's growing to fast but I also like this stage because she's more aware of her surroundings too. Also she's got the biggest smile for everyone and this huge belly laugh that only daniel can seem to get her to do she's definitely her father's daughter" y/n says laughing

"On the topic of labor how was that" "it was tough don't get me wrong but I had daniel by my side every second which I was so grateful for and he's someone who can make me laugh even when I don't want to so looking back on it I was laughing through all of labor and delivery thanks to him I definitely couldn't have done it without him."

"How's your business going" "yeh it's going amazing we do hold little pop up shops every now and then and people love that too. There's a new collection coming out soon which I haven't told people about so I'm sure they will be excited by that"

"Any plans on giving Olivia a little brother or sister" "look we've both said it we would love more than one child but at the moment we so happy with life and she's only six months so maybe further down the line we'll try for another"

"I'll be hated if I don't ask this how did you and daniel meet its been what 18 years this year" " yeh 18 years, you know this story all to well because me and you talked to much in class I got moved next to the class clown who was also incredibly good looking. After weeks of him annoying me I finally gave in and went to get lunch with him. I never looked back since that day"

"When you were that young did you expect the two of you to still be together so many years later" y/n starts to laugh "definitely not I was a huge overthinker and I fell in love eith him quite early on but I knew Daniels plans to be an f1 driver and I had plans to go to college but we both knew wel over each other so we gave it a go and don't get me wrong long distance was really hard but it was so worthwhile. I don't regret any of it. I'm so thankful for everything I have in life especially daniel and olivia their both the light of my life and Daniels always been there for me and has helped me through so much"

"What's your take on life" "I like to just live in the moment cherish everything I have. I try not to worry because I know there's a solution to everything once I look for it"

"Quick fire round"

"Favourite flavour of ice cream"

"Mint chocolate chip"

"Farm life or city life"

"Farm life it's so much quieter"

"Mornings or nights"

"Morning person"

"Dogs or cats"

"Dogs"

"Favourite travel destination"

Iceland or Austin. Austin brings alot of fun but Iceland was where daniel proposed so its always gonna hold a special place in my heart"

"Thank you so much for coming on today y/n it's been a pleasure having you" " thank you for listening to me babble I hope everyone enjoys"

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Y/nricciardo I had the pleasure of speaking on @yourfriendsinstagram podcast about life and motherhood so please go check it out I promise its a good one

Dannyricfan Olivia sounds like the cutest child ever

Yourfriendsinstagram thanks so much for coming on

Y/nfann I love y/n so much

Dr3fann Daniels life with olivia and y/n sounds amazing

Dannyfann3 Only daniel can make olivia belly laugh 🥺🥺

Sorry I've been away for so long but I hope oyu guys enjoy and again as always send in your asks if you have any 🥰

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cw: talk about depression but no in depth detail.

Heidi sighed, nervous. Nichole had asked her to meet up and she had no clue about what. Well, she had an inkling but she hoped it wasn't about the podcast episode that went up yesterday.

She was surprised to hear of Cartman hosting ANOTHER podcast episode today. Normally they only did one episode a week, sometimes two if it was a particular exciting week but even so that had at least a few days in between.

"Heidi."

Heidi looks up and sees Nichole, "Oh! Nichole hey!"

"Cut that shit out, did you know?" Nichole asks and crosses her arms.

A look of shock runs over Heidi's face briefly, "Wh? What are you talking about?" Heidi stutters.

"Y/n. And Kenny? Hello? The podcast last night? Did. You. Fucking. Know?" Nichole grits out.

"No! NO! Oh my god I swear I had NO clue whatsoever!" Heidi exclaims, "I wouldn't EVER have participated in that podcast if I knew what Cartman was planning, I swear!"

Nichole stares down at Heidi with a hard stare, "Heidi. Be straight with me here."

"I am! I am! Nichole oh my god please believe me." Heidi pleads.

Nichole clicks her tongue, "You do the logistics behind that podcast Heidi. Sorry I'm a bit apprehensive to believe you, there's no way Cartman orchestrated that entire episode ON his own."

"Okay.. okay look, I don't know how Cartman had this whole thing planned, I didn't even expect Red to show up at the stupid podcast either and share her piece. If I had known ANYTHING I would've shut that down so quickly, Nicky you have to believe me." Heidi speaks quickly, voice softening a bit at the end, cracking.

Nichole sighs and sits besides Heidi, "Then how did Cartman of all people, get this information.. and HOW did he do this."

Heidi racks her brain, "There..there was a mystery caller, uhhh.. a while ago, said they had some world shattering news or something stupid like that to Cartman. Asked if... if uhh.. if friends or fame was more important? As like, like a test of sorts," Heidi plays with her hands unsure of how to continue, "Do.. do you think whoever that was.. may have had the information?"

"Well.. we could assume that caller was Red?"

Heidi ponders that for a second, "The caller sounded male.. I mean there was a voice changer on it but it didn't sound like Red on a voice changer.."

"So there's someone else out there that KNEW Red and Kenny had a thing going on..but why tell Cartman? Why not gather the evidence and go straight to Y/n?" Nichole wondered aloud.

Heidi shrugs, "I wish I knew.. listen if I knew that Cartman had that information I would've started unplugging everything. I literally walked into the studio and Cartman was already hosting the episode and there sat Red.. and before I knew it, Cartman and Red were already talking about Kenny."

"I saw the podcast episode, I thought it was somewhat scripted that you were coming in shocked, listen I'm sorry.. Y/n is in a state of despair and I just.. I know coming to you accusatory wasn't right of me but.." Nichole sighs, "I want to figure out who is trying to hurt Y/n and for a second there I thought maybe you were the one or at least knew more information.. I'm sorry for the doubt Heidi."

"It's okay Nichole! I'd be the same way, I've been trying to figure out who the caller was but Cartman won't let up with the information."

Heidi pauses, "Oh my god! He's going live right now!"

"He's.. what." Nichole slowly raises her head to look at Heidi.

"Yes! He's got an episode planned right now! A live one? I think. I told him I was busy today and couldn't attend and he just waved me off and let me go."

"Can you guys BELIEVE, Reify? Canceling the rest of their state tours! Have you guys even gotten your money back?" Cartman asks the group in his chat.

Cartman loves this section of his live podcasts, the part of it where he turns to fans to ask them questions. People asking him HIS thoughts on matters and in turn him asking questions (and only choosing answers that fulfill his hateful agenda) has always validated his need for fame, for status.

"Oh thank you mm_panles for your answer; you say you HAVEN'T gotten your money back?" Cartman hums, "Well that's a shame! Seems like Reify are a bunch of greedy money hungry bastards huh? Well.. I'm certain we can see why."

Cartman continues reading the chat of the current, ignoring any comments that allude to how Reify has returned the money for those who are returning tickets.

"Yo, chat look at the user connor_conned, look at what he said haha, fuckin loser." Cartman snickers, munching on a small bag of popcorn as he continues reading.

"Right well," Cartman clears his throat, "Reify certainly has let down a lot of people. Speaking of letting down people, let's all give a shoutout to Kenny McCormick for possibly being the BIGGEST let down of the centuryyyyyy, bro does not know how to keep a woman."

Cartman munches on popcorn before continuing, "Speaking of, you gotta hand it to him, he managed to get not only Y/n L/n, a BASSIST for a band, albeit it being Reify, but also Red McArthur, a MODEL, everyone give him a round of applause real quick."

Cartman stifled a laugh as the chat split in two; people actually giving applause emojis and people going "bro that wasn't funny".

Rolling his eyes at those who claimed he wasn't being funny he sighed, "If you guys are gonna be lame this time you're free to leave. No one wants you hear anyway, chat boo the ones being lame as hell right now."

Cartman's phone started ringing, "Oh jesus christ, sorry everyone call ale.." Cartman trails off, before chuckling, "You guys are never going to believe who this is.." and the chat goes insane trying to guess who the caller is.

Cartman pauses for dramatic affect before continuing, "Stanley fucking Marsh."

Stan and Clyde couldn't help but sit in silence trying to figure out the mess that is going on. The friend group was in rough shambles, with many people blocking Kenny, Stan not being one of them, not that anyone but Kenny probably knew that.

"Dude.. has Y/n said anything to you? Anything at all?" Clyde asks.

Stan shakes his head, "No bro, nothing. Kyle and Nichole both said their attempts haven't worked. I just.." Stan sighs.

Stan is in a state of complete chaos. He has no clue how you're feeling right now, you've gone through so much in the past few weeks.. too much for one person to handle. Stan had no clue how he'd react if all of this happened to him like how it has for you.

Stan thinks back to the stalker, in all honesty it'd been on his mind ever since it happened and he's been slowly trying to figure out who the stalker could be in his mind... and with the bulletin board in his room.

He knows for sure it couldn't be Kyle, Clyde, Nichole, Bebe, or Wendy. He knows for sure it's not Kenny anymore nor would it be Red considering recent events. He knows Craig and Tweek are out of the picture for that, considering they had no reason too stalk you NOR would they ever, plus their alibi was tight.

Everyone else was up for debate..but Stan was so tired of the mess, of the drama that he hasn't given the stalker much of a thought.

"..ude? Yo! Stanley Marshhhhh." Clyde drawls on.

Stan perks up, "Hu..? Oh Clyde sorry man what's up?" He scratches his neck awkwardly.

"Nice dream huh?" Clyde jokes, "Listen to this shit, Cartman's going live."

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me.. let me see that." Stan reaches over to grab Clyde's phone and checks the tweet, "Oh my god. That little bitch weasel."

Clyde takes his phone back and opens the link for the podcast and starts watching it. Stan moves himself closer to Clyde and they listen in on Cartman's ramblings as he talks about the disappoint that Reify is for their actions of canceling the rest of the tours.

Clyde scoffs, "Classic Cartman... bank on everyone's misfortune. Like always."

Stan feels anger bubbling underneath his skin. How dare he. How fucking dare he. This was all Cartman's fault.. well Kenny's for cheating in the first place but Cartman's out here airing everyone's dirty laundry like he doesn't have a mountain of horrendous shit underneath him.

How dare he drag Reify through the mud? Stan's pride and joy? This band is his family and Cartman just comes through knocking down everything Stan has done to help build Reify? Everything Kyle has done? Clyde? Nichole? Y/n?

Y/n...

Stan feels his anger dissipate, he can hear Clyde continuing to rant about how awful Cartman is but his mind is on you again. What if you saw this? How would you feel? None of this was your fault but he was sure you had heavy guilt that you're the reason for this.

He texts you quickly, another "Please tell me if you're doing okay, I'm here for you Y/n, I need to know you're doing okay." and sighs. There was no way you'd respond and he knew that. He just was hoping.

Unfortunately he lacked a key to go over to your house and a part of him assumed that if he went over there, there's no guarantee you'd let him in even. He knows the feeling too well of self wallowing pity, of being self deprecating, of depression.

He sighs and looks back up at Clyde, who is still on a rant about Cartman, Kenny now included and he can't help but feel a twinge of guilt for not blocking Kenny like everyone else.. but he can't bring himself to end years of a friendship.. not quite yet.

"Let's call Cartman." Stan pipes up.

Clyde looks at him confused, "The fuck? Why would we waste our energy on that bozo?"

Stan shrugs, "Cuz, I need to tell him how much of a bitch he is."

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[thepinkwriterr]

Capricorn Season Chapter Thirty-Three

Thank you to everyone who has been following my silly little story for the last few years (or however long I have been at this). We are coming toward the end! There are maybe 25ish more chapters left. I started writing this story after my first bad breakup in high school, and it's just snowballed from there. These characters have been my comfort through college, marriage, and so much more. I really love this story. I am a creative writing major, so I hope the quality has gone up. As long as people are sharing/reading, I will keep writing. I appreciate every comment, like, note, etc, so much. Knowing that people are actually reading makes me so happy! Thank you all for caring about Gwen so much. I do plan on writing a sequel (entitled Aquarius Season) and maybe a third part (Pisces Season). Thank you all! < 3 Also -- please comment to be added to the tag list.

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Sex had never meant anything to me. My conquests of the past were fleeting, almost primal in their necessity. I was filled with hunger. I never had good sex, it was bumbling and quick and over when he said it was. 

Sex with women was better, but I didn't do too much exploring past a college girlfriend named Julie. She was terribly concerned with being exposed. My family already wanted nothing to do with me, so I didn't care as much, but her feelings were never quelled. No one wants an anxious lover. 

There was something different about him. He knew where to cast his eyes. His lips found all the light spots on my body--branded me. Sex wasn't just sex with him. It was sacred and sweet. We honored each other.

I couldn't stop my mind from wandering to these memories today. He looked so good. His jeans hugged his hips just right and the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his forearm. I think he could tell I was lusting after him because he kept smirking at me. 

What an ass. 

Today had gone relatively smooth. Things were getting back to normal after the whole Tiffany incident. I was grateful for that, too, because it had brought Lorelei and me closer together. Normally I would chastise her endlessly until she caved and realized what she did was wrong. (That's what usually had to happen for people to realize they were wrong). But I felt bad for telling her out of selfishness and anger and she knew what she did was wrong already. This humanity within her was something I began to realize was sparse in this world, especially in this industry. 

On the road people did and said harsh things. An air of drama shrouded everyone. Each moment was drawn out but passed so quickly it could give you whiplash. I didn't know what was up or down, what was left or right, or what anyone truly thought.

I didn't know how Lorelei and the other girls had lasted so long in this scene. The way musicians passed them around like objects to be won and traded was disgusting to me. It was ruining the music for me. I was drained after just three months of it. 

-

I pressed Lorelei yesterday after soundcheck. She wasn't exactly jumping to talk to me. 

I couldn't catch her eyes. She was wrapped up in Robert and all that he was---a liar. I wondered what he had told her to convince her to stay.

Soundcheck went as well as always. The guys went through the motions and played the same songs as they had for the last few months. I was burnt out and sick of it all. The luster of the road and show business had become mundane. 

William was coming down hard. I spent an hour on the phone with him the day before fighting over deadlines. I tried to avoid the group but didn't want to explain the intricacies of their drama to him. He wouldn't have cared much. He was growing fed up with me during this period of growing pains. He thought I was partying or otherwise slacking. 

I wasn't, really. I was quite miserable. 

Jimmy and I didn't talk on the car ride.  I pushed my knees against the side of the car and stared out the window. He wore a sad, sorry look into the venue. 

He wore green corduroys and a sweater to protect himself from the drafty weather. My corduroys. He rarely wore his own clothes these days. I think he'd been gaining weight and mine were more comfortable. Or he was just a cross-dresser. 

His gaze hit the worn stage floor heavy and hard as he took his place behind the guitar stand. I felt bad but had to stand my ground. I couldn't crack first. I was still mad about what he said to me. 

It changed the way I looked at him. He was now someone who could and would deliberately hurt me. He wasn't above bending the truth. I didn't know if I could trust him the same. More walls went up. 

He was still moping. His face was sullen and empty as he plucked G-sharp. I watched his fingers glide down the neck with a finger-picking motion. It was something bluesy. I didn't recognize it.

He looked at me softly with pearlescent eyes. The way only he could do. He could cut right through me. He was coming toward me with even strides. 

"Can I talk to you?" He asked. 

He looked tired up close. There were light bags under his eyes. 

I nodded. 

He pulled me by the arm to a spot that was secluded as it could get here. The lights were dim. Only a little light shone through the windows in the left corner of the cement room. It  was always cold backstage.

We looked at each other, absorbing the odd sight of one another's faces. He was withdrawn from me. His glassy, sunken eyes appeared present but were distant in actuality. I tried to look beyond the pools of murky green. Soft shadow was thrown across the left side of his face from the slivers of sun that poured in. 

"I'm sorry," he finally spoke. His voice pierced the tension between us.  

My lips fell into a grimace.

"You hit a nerve." He continued. 

I was silent still. 

"I was an ass, alright." 

My brow furrowed. Not the right approach. 

"You were right." He spoke through a slight grit. 

I softened then. His words hit the right spot. 

"I was afraid to lose you, my love." 

He knew exactly what to say. He'd practiced this speech a hundred-and-one times. He probably couldn't even remember how many times he'd begged women to forgive him, whether it was a minor or major offense. He probably felt bad for Robert, knowing he'd have hefty hoops to jump through to get Lorelei to forget about what he'd done. 

I started to speak, still holding my heart behind a wall of safeguards, "Do you mean that?" 

"Yes, I really do. I promise you, my love, I am speaking truthfully from the heart." His hands were in mine now. "I thought Robert might try and take you from me." 

He brought my hands to his lips. He knew I was softening. 

"I missed you so much, Darling. I care for you. I don't want to hurt you, ever." He paused between each sentence to press a soft kiss on my cold skin. 

I couldn't deny it. I was beginning to forgive him. 

"But you did." 

He sighed quietly. I noticed a small splinter of annoyance--impatience. "I know. And I feel so awful about it, my love. Would you do me the honors of forgiving me, being seen with me?"

I looked down at our hands. His calloused fingers laced mine like lattice and ivy. It hurt much more to imagine taking my hand from his. 

"Okay," I began reluctantly,"I forgive you." 

He flashed a toothy grin. I knew then that he was going to eat me whole. 

Now, to fix it with Lorelei. 

--

I looked out at the dormant chaos. Just six hours ago Lorelei attacked another person and it was treated like stale bread. The presses had run cold and everyone moved on.

She stood behind Robert with her hands on his shoulders. Bonzo stood alone. Tiffany had seemingly vanished. I wondered what exactly happened. Had she left on her own volition? She didn't seem to be a girl who needed to be told when to go. 

The fight was pretty nasty. Lorelei was scrappy, which impressed me, honestly. I wasn't rooting for the savage take down, but she made quick work of Tiff. 

"Can I talk to you?" Lorelei asked in a hushed tone. 

I looked at Robert. She followed my eyes. He stood next to Jimmy, trying to fiddle with his guitar. A long, stray string popped up from his meddling. Jimmy pawed his hands away with a grimace. 

I had to tell her. 

She pulled me off to the same spot backstage. Her eyes dug into me with an anxious glint. The only witness was chips of gray paint that frayed from the wall that sat between us. 

I had felt the pain of knowing the man you loved was with someone else. I knew the deep throbbing that thudded in her chest. That pain was so bad it could kill you. 

She bit her bottom lip. Her hands went into her mess of curls. 

"I don't even know how this whole mess got started." She started. The rest of her thoughts lingered on her lips, crushed just below her teeth. Her voice echoed even at a whisper.

It had started with my omission. I was consumed by guilt. Carrying the knowledge of Robert's extra-extramarital affair was eating me alive. I was supposed to be Lorelei's friend. Who could you trust if not your best girlfriend? I  wondered if the price of truth was worth the chaos. 

I wondered if she would understand why I had been on edge around Tiffany, why I didn't want to hang out with them. I wondered if she could see the guilt boiling over. 

Her anger started with Robert, who would not keep it for long. We both knew if she brought it to him he would charm his way out of it, and he did. She could never suspend her anger for too long, and it eventually fell into the scantily clad lap of Tiffany.

This was an error of judgment (the first mistake of many). Tiffany had no loyalty or oath to Lorelei. She didn't even know of her, or Robert's wife, when she slept with him. She was just a girl having a good time. 

Lorelei carried envy for Tiffany. She wished to be as carefree and unburdened as her. She was once, a few times, in her shoes. She had fallen foolishly into the shallow end before but always ended up hurt.

I thought of how this all must be playing in her head. The images of Tiffany and Robert writhing and panting swirling around the drain but never swallowed by the pipes. 

"Lor, I told you out of anger, not concern."

"What do you mean?" 

"Jimmy and I had a huge fight. He said he thinks Robert is in love with me. Then he basically called me whore. He was talking crazy and I was burning with anger. I was angry at all of them. We were all keeping a terrible secret. I couldn't take it anymore. It just burst from me." 

She looked more hurt than when I told her about the cheating. 

"So you told me to get back at him?"

"No, no, it wasn't like that. I-"

"You hurt me worse than Robert. You were supposed to be my friend, and you knew this whole time!"

"I'm so, so sorry. I know I'm a shit person and an even worse friend. But you should really be mad at Robert, not me. He's the asshole here." 

It sounded more like a jab the way it came out. 

"Oh, well, if you're sorry that makes it better!" Lorelei turned away from me. She couldn't look at me anymore.

"No, no, I'm sorry. Fuck. I didn't mean it like that. I just meant that he put me in a tough spot. I didn't know what to do so I kept quiet to keep the peace."

"Just- just don't." 

"Lor, please-" 

She whipped around, her mass of hair and skirt flowing in the sharp wind. Her nostrils flared. 

"No, you know what, I'm not shocked that Robert hurt me. He's a muscian, he's the lead singer, for God's sake! But you're supposed to be my best friend. You chose some stupid guy or some stupid anger over me. You hurt me, and that's shitty." She ended with a shake of her head and began to walk away again. 

"Please, wait!" 

Her blazing, heeled steps trailed to the backdoor. She was gone in a moment. The slamming of the door could be heard out on stage. 

My head fell against the wall. 

--

As soon as she stormed off, Jimmy rounded the corner toward me. He had been lurking. I wondered how much he heard. 

"Love, are you alright?" 

His hands found my arms, rubbing them with his stark warmth. 

I melted into him with a sniffle. "Yeah, I'm fine. Let's go back to the stage." 

-

I found myself slipping into serene domesticity with him in the oddest of places. We made homes in shoddy hotel rooms, cooking meals in their tiny kitchenettes and washing each other in the cracker-box bathrooms. Even the icebox that was any backstage room. 

On planes, we would put our trays up and share snacks while we read. He would lay his head on my shoulder and I would play in his hair as the plane took off to settle his anxieties. 

He was a reserved and undemonstrative man but I could read him like a book. His nerves were a shaken jar of hornets. When Peter sent a calloused glance my way, a plane took off, our hotel reservations didn't land, or a show was moved, he was sent into a tailspin. I saw that his fit at Royal Albert wasn't out of the ordinary for him. There have been multiple occasions that I've had to hold him while he shook and sobbed uncontrollably. 

In this way, we were building homes out of each other's arms. He would look at me with panic and know I was there no matter what. I would hold him until he was silenced and sleepy, not leaving his side, even if it lasted hours. And similarly, I knew he was there if I needed him. Some days it was hard to get out of bed or deal with everyone around. Often it seemed sensory perception was physically revolting to me. I would furrow my brow and cover my ears to block out the penetrating sights and sounds. 

There were so many sounds. I couldn't escape it. There was no reprieve. Our hotel room was sandwiched between Bonzo and Robert, who were noisy at all hours of the day. I found that my frustration was exacerbated when deadlines became harsher. Multitasking wore me out more than a day of adventuring.

Jimmy tried his best to help me but he struggled with the same feeling. There were days we couldn't stand each other simply for the sounds of footsteps. It was not about personal feelings, just exertion. We always apologized at the end of the day and kissed, held each other close, and embraced as if it were the first time.

When we weren't fighting we spent our days talking about whatever interested us. We shared details about our charts, what we had learned recently, and what books we were managing to read (it was one of the only things to do on our down time (well, other than sex, of course)). 

He was often submerged himself in research. If he wasn't on stage it was not far-fetched to see him with a book in bed. 

He turned to me now, on the desolate stage, and said,"I've been reading about something called Thelema. Have you heard of it?" 

"No." I answered. He knew I hadn't. His asking was just a formality. 

"It's fascinating, really, I think you would be very interested. It's all about discovering one's True Will, which is essentially your path in life.

I feel that my True Will is music, which I was lucky to discover early in life. It can be very hard to find one's True Will and often requires the deconditioning of socially learned inhibitions.

But I find it fascinating. Magick is versatile. Finding your True Will is made up of all kinds of tiny little actions and decisions. You have to really learn everything there is to know about yourself in order to find it." 

"That does sound fascinating," I poked at his repeated use of the word, "do you think you found your True Will so early because your soul has made many trips to earth? I mean, it would make sense, as you went right to music and haven't really strayed from that path." 

"I suppose. I do have an old soul." He chuckled. 

Anytime I used this flowery language he knew I was making fun of him. 

"I think so too."

"With my penchant for antiquing and love of art, it would make perfect sense." 

I nodded along. 

"What do you think my True Will is?" 

"Well, I don't know. That's a hard question. Most people don't even know their own and I wouldn't want to lead you astray." 

"If you had to guess, what would it be?" 

"I think it could be the pursuit of love and understanding. You are such an open and loving person. Strangers could feel at home in your smile." He pushed his face into my neck. His hot lips brushed my skin. 

I gave a pleasured exhale and pouted my lips. He was so sweet it rotted my teeth.

-

She didn't come back for two hours. She didn't come back until an audible buzz surrounded the building. We had deemed this the "Pre-show hum". A medley of feet to floor, jitters, and voices. Fans were entering the building excitedly.

Jimmy and I had been chatting in the green-room, which had begun to swelter (once everyone got moving and the fans worked overtime to cut through all the bodies it got slick and sweaty fast), but Peter had pulled the group off somewhere. 

I was stuck talking with Richard. He was feeling talkative today. He yammered on about some girl he saw in a pub, then the drive to the hotel, then how he was excited to be in Nashville. I only paid half attention. 

In the midst of his conversational zeal my eyes passed over Lorelei. She caught my gaze but quickly turned away.

Peter's booming voice interrupted our angst. 

"Line up, boys!" He called down the hall. 

The boys lined up for battle. Bonzo strapped a bandanna to his head and stuffed a pair of drumsticks in his back pocket. Jones quietly smoothed his hair down. Jimmy fiddled with his hands, trying to coax them from fists. Robert spoke charmingly with Peter.

The venue lights dimmed. The crowd began to cheer. It sounded like a military barrage. The announcer took his sweet time introducing the band. He warmed up the crowd with a few jokes, but they were impatient. Lorelei went to the side-stage---ready and waiting for Robert. 

"Everyone, give it up for Leeeeed Zeppelin!" The planes finally took off. A wall of sound was heard all the way to the street. I had never heard such fervent, virile noise.

"Let's go, boys!" Peter shouted with a smirk. He practically slapped them on the ass. They marched out to chanting and stomping.

They took their places—Robert at the front, Bonzo at the back, with Jonesy and Jimmy flanked at each side. 

Robert took the microphone from the stand, speaking smooth like butter. "Good evening Fort Worth!" Cacophony. Pandemonium. Insanity. 

The driving march of Immigrant song struck the crowd. Robert's call came out in rough, uneven strides. 

This was going to be the best show of the whole tour. 

-

It began with a gentle strum. Jimmy picked sweet chords with care and ease. The organ crept in like a bright, beautiful sun breaking the horizon line. The smattering of the drums thundered, leveling the melody out. They played together with intensity for only a short moment, an appetizer, before dying down to welcome Robert. His voice was rusty by this point in the night, but it sounded beautiful against the tender canyon of Thank You. The organ took center stage once more, almost outshining Robert. Drums once more. This time Jimmy didn't join in. This song marked the end of the set (not including the encore), and felt like a welcome sunrise.  

Lorelei didn't look at me until the end. The intro had come back in full swing now, this time with a flourishing electric solo. There were tears in her eyes. Only a trace of contempt was left. I didn't know if that was for me or Robert. I hoped for Robert, for both of our sake.

Jimmy and Bonzo played together to create some kind of electricity. We could all feel it in the air. The building was on fire. Robert danced around the stage, just for a moment, before finishing out his part. He cried out, gripping the microphone tightly. 

"Happiness, I'm glad." He sang. 

Then the chorus came back. It was tender again. Robert bumbled around the stage, jazz-scatting, while Jonesy carried the tune off with his expertise on the keys. 

Robert ended with one last emboldened yelp. 

Applause. 

-

I met Lorelei again in the bathroom. The band was going for their first encore song. It was something like Train Kept A-Rollin. 

She was smoking a joint. She sat on the counter with her feet in the sink. She wore wooden wedges and thick bellbottoms. It would've been too hot if she weren't wearing that purple tube top. 

I wasn't surprised to see her when I opened the door. When she sauntered off stage, wiping her eyes, I figured I would find her here. I just brushed past her and went to the stall. I could hear the rolling paper burn with her sharp inhale. The smell was thick in the dead air. 

I looked down at my feet as I peed. My toes were painted dark red. Chipped, of course. She did them two weeks ago. The paint survived through two beach trips and sweaty airport sneakers. 

Face-to-face again, she was sweeter. She rolled her eyes when I froze. 

"We're cool." She said with a wave of her joint. 

I laughed with a huff. 

She held the joint out toward me. The opening riff of Whole Lotta Love began. 

"Good," I took the joint from her and leaned my back against the counter, "I missed you." 

"I did too." 

We sat quietly, listening Robert's manic panting and moaning. He was like a cat in heat. We started to laugh. 

They launched into We're Gonna Groove, one of my favorites. I tapped my foot along with the tempo. Jimmy was laying down some great work tonight. 

"I'm going to stay with him." She broke the silence. 

"You are?" I turned to face her.  "Yeah."  I held my tongue. If I said anything negative that would only drive her further into his arms. 

"If that's what you want I support you." She looked grateful. She grinned and nodded her head, wearing that award-winning actress smile. 

"Thank you."

----

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[david3096]

Do you think you could write a fic where Eddie used Bucks cock to fall asleep and when he passes out buck fucks him?

Overall I just love when you write somnophilia

(this is the same guy that sent the hypnosis request so sorry if I'm annoying lol)

So first of all, I don't ever want you to think you are being annoying! I love getting ask, but I suffer this thing called being a slow writer lol and also these past two weeks I've been playing Marvel's Spiderman 2 in most of my free time.

But I have great news, I continued my fic "Between love and pleasure" with this ask! So, you can read the whole chapter here or on AO3

Hope you like it! (Also I'm trying to work on the hypnosis fic and may have two ideas for two different fics but I can't promise those will be here soon but I'll try to write them as soon as I can 🧡)

Eddie.

Sometimes he wonders what his life would be like if he hadn't agreed to go out with Buck. What it would be like not to wake up next to him, not to laugh at his jokes, not to see him cook exquisite dishes and enjoy them, not to feel how he makes love to him, not to hug him, not to love him, nothing at all.

It may seem like an absurd idea now, mainly from the fact that this last year has been the best of his life. With Buck, with Chris, with work, even with his parents and that newly renewed interest in his life. It's been such an amazing thing that even though it took his father a while to accept that his only son is in love with another man, he's made the effort to accept it. And there are even times when his father and Buck have talks about fútbol or the best tools for fixing things around the house.

His life is good. So much that sometimes he wonders how any of this can be life, the real one. He doesn't want to be pessimistic but at times he suspects something bad will happen.

He sighs, next to him is Buck, snoring as loudly as ever, he can't distinguish his face or his body. Eddie rolls over slightly to grab his cell phone and looks at the time, it's ten minutes before three in the morning and he can't sleep.

He woke up half an hour ago, he feels a little sick, his eyes are dry, his ears are clogged, his neck is tense. He desperately wants to scream and force himself back to sleep.

But he can't.

He knows he has no energy to spare even though today, well, technically yesterday, was too peaceful.

Chris's school had a parent meeting, report cards, donation requests, decisions for upcoming school events, and delicious cupcakes at the end.

He missed Buck all day. Although they both tried to go, Bobby couldn't give them both the day off.

He missed him like crazy despite him and Chris sending Buck hundreds of pictures at school. He would answer him right away, send voice messages for both of them and some just for Eddie. And he would send him a few pictures to show him how much he missed him.

Needless to say, after dinner they made love passionately.

He turns on the light in his nightstand, it hurts his eyes, he blinks a few times and then looks at Buck. He looks relaxed, his mouth slightly open, a little saliva dribbles down his lip, his hair is tousled, one hand behind his head and the other on his hairy chest. He looks down a little more, already he has a firm, strong erection as always.

He bites his lip. Maybe here's the answer to being able to sleep again. So he can expend the energy he has left over.

He feels his own penis begin to harden, he mentally thanks Buck for the smart idea of always sleeping naked. And for always locking the door.

He gives him a kiss on the cheek. The urge to touch, to lick, to pleasure Buck in his sleep grows stronger and stronger. He knows he should try to sleep.

It's about three or four hours before they have to wake up. And it's going to be a busy day. Chris has to get to school early and to the three of them's bad luck, it's the only day Carla can't drive Chris. But before that, they must shower, make breakfast, eat breakfast, take Chris to school, rush to the station, start their shift, pick up Chris at school, go home to change and get Aunt Pepa's birthday present, and then drive home to celebrate her aunt's birthday. Then come home, clean up a bit, shower, sleep and hope to have a quiet weekend.

But, they'll probably be so tired that they won't make love until Saturday night. So, if not now, he'll have to wait a really long time before he can taste his boyfriend's cock again.

He knows he sounds like a horny teenager, but with Buck he feels that way most of the time.

He sighs, this time with arousal. He doesn't think much about it, he carefully runs his hand down Buck's hairy armpit, then his chest, all the way down to his penis.

He keeps looking at his boyfriend's face, searching for some kind of reaction. But there is nothing but quiet and sleepiness in Buck's closed eyes.

He smiles, with his free hand he takes his own penis and moves just a little bit closer to Buck, so that it's easier to touch him and so that their legs rub together.

First he gives his full attention to Buck's cock. He pulls his foreskin down as far as he can, he feels like ignoring everything and getting down to eagerly lick the very pink head of his boyfriend's cock, taking it all into his mouth, drinking the nectar he'll give him at the end.

But he has always had a fantasy of jerking him off in his sleep so that's what he'll start with. He moves his hand slowly, keeps looking at Buck's face, keeps searching for some gesture, some movement that would indicate he's about to wake up.

He doesn't know why, but the idea of doing this without waking him up begins to seem more and more exciting to him. It's a challenge, giving him the usual pleasure without him noticing until many hours later.

When Buck's cock starts to leak precum, he uses it on his own penis to start jerking himself off.

Funny, he can't help but remember the first time they had sex. Well, it wasn't sex exactly, they were both so scared that the only thing they did after a month of being together was get naked, kiss and eagerly jerk each other off, trying to cum at the same time.

He doesn't remember the last time they did just that. As the months have gone by they have discovered and defined their roles in bed a little more, maybe he will suggest to Buck to try something like that first time. Now that they are more experienced it will probably be an even more pleasurable experience.

He gives him a small kiss on the cheek. Although this is exciting, he really wants to taste and feel Buck's cock. It's weird, in his whole life he never believed he would have this kind of thought.

He gets between his boyfriend's legs, spreads them a little to get more comfortable, continues to masturbate him but now he also caresses his balls, his legs, his feet.

He is surprised that Buck is still snoring, but it also turns him on. He runs his tongue over his groin, then his balls, finally he runs it all over his trunk, stops at the head, gives it a lot more attention, it's something that drives his boyfriend crazy. He can almost hear him moaning, laughing at how much he loves that, telling him that no one else had ever caused anything like this in him. That no other person had ever managed to reach his level of horniness, that he loves it and doesn't want to let it go.

It's funny, before Buck he had never considered the combination of cheesy stuff and sex.

He shakes his head slightly, he doesn't want to focus on that, not now when it's a fun time.

He closes his eyes, takes his boyfriend's cock fully into his mouth, it's easy for him now, but he remembers the first time he tried it he almost choked. It took weeks for Buck to stop teasing him.

He stays like that for a few seconds, then calmly begins to move up and down, tasting, flicking his tongue, enjoying this.

If a few years ago someone told him that giving Buck blowjobs would become one of his favorite activities he probably wouldn't have believed it and then he would have jerked off alone in this very room thinking about that image, Buck standing naked, him on his knees doing exactly the same thing he's doing now.

He sighs, he doesn't want to think about that now.

Suddenly he understands. He can't sleep because he won't stop thinking.

He tries his best to concentrate on his boyfriend's cock and starts to jerk off as well.

He opens his eyes to look up, clearly sees the hairs covering Buck's entire body, his eyes still closed, mouth slightly open, some snoring escapes from his throat.

He speeds up the rhythm of his hand and slightly the rhythm of his mouth as well. At times he stops to give attention to his boyfriend's balls or play with his foreskin, the precum has merged with his saliva. He puts a little pressure on his boyfriend's cock, without warning three hot cumshots come out straight into his mouth. He savors it and stimulates himself more eagerly.

He stops sucking and gets down on his knees in front of his boyfriend's body, after finishing that part of Buck is very sensitive and he's afraid to wake him up.

Seeing him like this, with the taste of his sweet cum on his tongue, really turns him on. Five cumshots out of his dick invade his boyfriend's cock, belly and part of his chest. That wasn't the plan at first, but he also can't deny that he didn't do it consciously, now it's too late to regret it.

A chuckle escapes him, now he actually feels tired and lies down next to Buck. He thinks he could go to the bathroom, get some paper or a towel and clean up the mess he just made. Or maybe he could use his own tongue and taste his own cum. But he's more excited by the thought that, when he wakes up, Buck will know that something happened without him realizing it.

He turns off the light, closes his eyes and lays his head on Buck's shoulder. He doesn't worry about getting the sheets or his body stained, they'll wash them tomorrow morning.

His mind goes blank and he finally falls asleep.

Buck.

The first thing he notices when he wakes up is the weight of Eddie's head on his shoulder.

The second thing he notices is a strong smell, a combination of saliva, sweat and semen.

The third thing is that his chest, belly and penis are sticky and now he knows where the smell is coming from.

He smiles, Edmundo Díaz is the man, no, the horniest person he knows. And that's a lot considering the phases he himself has gone through. But, he still thanks the universe that he can call him his boyfriend. And ultimately hopes to soon call him his husband.

He opens his eyes with difficulty, there is still not much light coming from the window but it is definitely morning. He looks at his cell phone, it's six twenty-five in the morning. Twenty-five minutes before the alarm goes off.

He smiles, he thinks it's the perfect time to enjoy his boyfriend's sleeping body. To surprise him or maybe get revenge for not inviting him to the fun. Well, maybe revenge is a strong word but he doesn't know how to define it better.

He carefully gets up and is grateful that Eddie lies down in the place he just left, he seems to be seeking his warmth and he finds that tender, but he stays on his back and that gives him access to his ass and that turns him on.

He arranges Eddie's legs, spreading them a little apart so he can get between them. He knows that today is going to be a busy day and that he could probably use these twenty-five minutes to get ahead of everything they have to do, but the horniness is great and he is weak if he has his boyfriend's ass so close to his face.

He runs his hands down Eddie's hairy legs, both of them ending up on the biggest, most perfect ass he's ever seen. He runs his tongue down his right leg and ends up giving a light nibble on the buttock on that side. Then he starts kissing his ass, runs his tongue over his balls which are also in full view, and slowly and confidently, lightly spreads his boyfriend's ass apart.

He gently runs one of his fingers over it, making circling motions, dying to do all the things he always does to him. He checks for any kind of reaction but Eddie is still calm and asleep.

He grins and runs his tongue, from start to finish. A quick run through, just an experiment, this is something that drives Eddie crazy, once Buck starts doing it, his boyfriend moans and moves his legs, then his whole body, with pleasure and tickling.

When there is no reaction on Eddie's face, he decides to do one of his favorite sexual activities. He flicks his tongue up and down, tries to lick every inch of his hairy ass. He tastes it, caresses his legs, buries his face and licks non-stop.

He closes his eyes, hates that his mouth is getting tired so fast, but he doesn't stop. He gives himself over to the pleasure, to the strange joy all this is causing him. An erection begins to form in his body, he thinks it's been a record, it's never taken him this long to get one but, considering Eddie has made him cum twice in a period of less than ten hours, it stands to reason.

He rolls his tongue over one last time, looks at the clock and knows he has to hurry or the alarm will beat him. He stands up, wipes the saliva off his face with his own hand and then grabs the lube from Eddie's nightstand. Now it's purple, grape. His boyfriend insists on buying flavored ones so that when he rims him, it will be more "pleasurable" but they disgust him, they are too artificial and he prefers to savor Eddie's body in its natural form.

He rubs enough liquid on his penis, he doesn't know if he will be able to cum for the third time but he feels really turned on right now. He runs his hand over his boyfriend's ass with more lube, inserting a finger to feel a little more sure.

Eddie makes a little wiggle with his eyebrows. Buck's heart races, he leaves the finger in, his boyfriend's body seems to get used to it and relaxes his face again.

He sighs, pulls his finger out and climbs onto the bed again. He arranges Eddie's legs together to get a better angle. He moves his cock closer to his boyfriend's ass and gently pushes in. Slowly, much slower than he's used to.

His breathing quickens, he feels every inch go in and it's crazy, it's pleasurable on levels he hasn't experienced before. When his balls touch his boyfriend's ass he bends over until he's lying down, his chest and belly on top of Eddie's back.

It's something that drives him crazy for some reason, feeling Buck's hairy body. He's told him so many times and, although they don't usually make love in this position as he always prefers to see his boyfriend's face, when they do, he tries to please him the best way he can.

He doesn't move his hips, he tries to get Eddie's body used to him, he kisses his neck, even though he's still sleeping, he knows that as soon as Buck starts to move he'll wake up.

He pulls his body back, almost pulling his penis out completely and re-enters as gently as possible, making sure these movements are still imperceptible to his boyfriend.

He stays inside again, runs his hands under Eddie's armpits and brings them up to his face, close to his mouth. He has a new idea.

“Eds?” Murmurs in his ear. There is no response. With one hand he covers his boyfriend's mouth and begins to move again, slowly, but with a marked rhythm.

The sun through the window announces to him that he must hurry, he increases his speed, not yet at his normal pace.

“Oh fuck.” Is what he suspects Eddie says as soon as he opens his eyes, his hand fulfilled the task to perfection.

“Good morning.”Buck bites his ear and removes his hand to kiss him.

“You're the best boyfriend in the world, I need you to know that.” Eddie is smiling, Buck stopped moving to have a somewhat civilized conversation.

“And you're the horniest boyfriend in the world, but I think you already now that.” He kisses him again, Buck lightly bites his bottom lip. “What exactly happened in the middle of the night?”

“I couldn't sleep and used my mouth and your cock to soothe myself.” Eddie has a provocative smile. Buck pulls his cock out and comes in again, quickly, only to wipe the smile off.

“Don't make a sound.” Now Buck’s the one with a smile.

“I don't know if I can do it, amor.” Eddie must know what effect it has on him because those words almost make him cum. It's the way he says it, with such passion, such surrender.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“You wouldn't dare.”

“Technically this is punishment for not waking me up in the middle of the night.” They both laugh.

“If you always punish me like this, I'll do it more often.”

“Why do you think I'm doing it?” He wiggles his hips again and stifles Eddie's moan with his lips. He holds his boyfriend's arms tighter, moves his hips faster, even faster than they're used to. He stops kissing Eddie and puts his hands on his mouth again, his neck started to hurt and to be honest he needs to concentrate on one activity. From the sounds in his boyfriend's throat, he knows he made a good decision.

He kisses his neck, his ear, bites it from time to time, but concentrates on giving him as much pleasure as possible. He tries to get his body hair to touch Eddie's back completely, he feels so much pleasure that to his surprise, he starts to feel that he will soon cum again.

“Eds, I'm going to...” Eddie nods, he just picks up the pace, closes his eyes. He doesn't want it to end yet but two cumshots erupt from his body. He takes his hands off his boyfriend's mouth and they both laugh. “Do you need me to help you...?”

“Amor, I came like five minutes ago.” They laugh again, he drops his weight all over Eddie, his erection disappearing fast and he comes easily out of his boyfriend's body. Still laughing Eddie pulls him off his back and climbs on top of him. He kisses him all over and touches him and tells him he loves him.

“This was wonderful.” Buck murmurs, as his boyfriend kisses him on the cheek.

“Multiply wonderful by a thousand and that's half of what this was for me.” He tries to repress a smile, but he can't.

“Don't overreact.”

“Oh, someone wants to get more compliments.” Eddie kisses him on the lips, caresses his chest, reaches down to his penis and massages it lovingly. “We have to give him a break, I don't want to cause him any trouble.”

“Then you'll have to control yourself.” Buck steals a kiss on his cheek. “I'm just a victim of your horniness here.” Eddie laughs.

“You don't know how much I love you, seriously Evan.” His heart skips a beat, it's the second time Eddie has called him this, and even though it's his name, from the first time he heard it from his voice, he knows it has a different meaning with him.

“I love you more, Edmundo.”

“Enough to let me shower first?”

“Not that much.” Eddie's cell phone alarm starts ringing and he quickly turns it off.

“Ugh, I almost forgot everything we have to do today.”

“I know.” Buck hugs Eddie's body, laying his head on his chest, listens to his heart, it's the most relaxing thing in the world. “Can't we just pretend to be sick and stay here all day cuddling?”

“We could but we'd miss my abuela's food on tía Pepa's birthday.”

“Okay, I'm energized now.” Eddie runs his hand down his cheek.

“Should we shower together?”

“I'd love to, that way we can save time.” And even though they didn't, they had a perfect day.

[keefwho]

March 13 - 2024 Wednesday

10:51pm

5/10

This morning before cleaning I found out that the damn insurance that doesn't even cover me charged me again so I might have to cancel my card. I tried joining Bramble's server while cleaning but she left instantly because she was feeling sick. I put away my clothes, vacuumed, and took out the garbage. Breakfast was corned beef hash, an egg, and toast with a bunch of onions and bell peppers.

For work I lacked direction with warmups as usual. I want to refine what it is I'm actually trying to do with my warmups aside from loosening up my hand and mind. It used to be for studying so I could try that again. Also commission sketching but I should probably save that for commission time. I also finished that commission today. We couldn't watch Ed because of poor internet.

After work I used the bathroom and did my workout. Like last time I put on my workout playlist and jogged for every other song. I think I got unlucky and all the jog songs were longer than the walking ones. It meant I got those 4 miles in pretty quickly though. I was winded. I took my shower without my phone to get some mental peace. It's something I was afraid of but I don't want to be so thats why I did it. For lunch I made tuna stew using the nasty oil tuna. It turned out edible, but not great. 5/10. It filled me up at least. I watched Turkey play Minecraft with this guy while I cooked and ate. Then I drew today's request. I left while working on my animation because the call got kinda loud and she switched to Valorant. I drew on my own for awhile. When I was done I meant to work on Aether's avatar in call for him but he wasn't online yet and I wasn't feeling great both mentally and physically. I put a tiny bit of time into his avatar before stopping for the day. I was so tired at this point from my workout and work.

I decided like yesterday that I'd try to get in VRchat and socialize to keep myself from spiraling. It didn't work very well this time. I had trouble maintaining perspective, partly because I was so focused on how NOT to talk about my problems/headspace. Also there were some VERY annoying people clogging up the conversations I was trying to have. This one person actually would not stop talking about their life, no one was able to get a word in. Boodle joined who I was excited to try and talk to but I couldn't with this person around. This person and their friend both stuck around the whole time until Boodle left and then I left because I couldn't put up with them anymore, as much as I wanted company. I figured with how I felt that maybe I needed some quiet time, at least until Daisy got on.

When she got on we watched the next Monster High which was good as usual. Then a Chris Chan reading but unfortunately this was the last issue of Sonichu. In bed we did puzzles and Kingdom Hearts. I tried joining Boodle after Daisy fell asleep just to say hi but she must be busy. Other than that I've sat here trying not to think so much and enjoy the silence.

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Today I had a bad case of feeling like everything is stagnant. There was a time loop situation in the Monster High episode today and I realized thats kinda how I feel in my day to day life. I had that same sort of dread of being unable to move forward and everything losing meaning because of it. Tomorrow, I don't know how but I wanna try to start reconnecting with why I even draw. The other thing I've been thinking about is my values and what I live for. All I know right now is that I want to be a good friend which has helped me stay focused the past few days. Hopefully I can find another intrinsic motivation to pull from and guide my life forward.

3 things I liked about today:

Finishing my workout.

Minecraft with Turkey.

Kingdom Hearts with Daisy.

[turtle-to-eternity]

Day 104 - Easy & Excruciating

Calories: 2375

Today was maybe my easiest day of work since I started this job. Business was so slow that I got moved from calls to chats for the whole day, and barely had any of those either. Couldn't make myself really do anything with the extra time, though. In fact I was in a terrible anxious mood all day. My grandmother is getting angry that I'm buying her nicotine patches instead of cigarettes. Her room is starting to reek. DHR is silent about further help. They haven't even contacted the family members I told them about.

Writing for today:

I really did nothing at all today. I didn't write, I didn't play any games, I just aimlessly scrolled around and felt constant dread.

At least the strange speaking issue from yesterday seems to be better now. Then again, I didn't answer many phone calls.

Frustrated as hell about not doing anything though. I have so many games to play, I should be getting lost in them but I just can't. All I can do lately is sit and feel like I'm doomed to die at any moment.

I'll make an effort to play something tomorrow, just to see if I can. Also, I will contact DHR myself and ask for any updates about help for my grandmother. She is starting to be an active detriment to herself.

Today I got up on time and felt rested. Work was slow but I just stewed in anxiety the whole time anyway. I was so much happier when she was gone. Overall, today was terrible.

[whatdoyouneedsugar]

(Answering a day later because I got busy :( )

Quick update for today: I called off of work with a friend so we could go shopping. It was initially just for her to get Christmas gifts for other people, but while we were browsing in Hot Topic, I found a really pretty dress that was 40% off and some cute stockings to go with it! Will I ever wear them in public? Probably not. But they're cute! And maybe I want to feel pretty some days. (Slowly starting to get over the whole "feminine things = bad" mindset and more into "clothes have no gender, wear what makes you feel good")

I haven't tried them on yet, but I can't wait to!

Okay, back to yesterday: Yes Mommy, I kind of like the rush I get when I'm trying to hide that I'm looking at/reading/writing naughty things at work. It makes my pussy so tingly and my face so warm.

Thank you for being so understanding, mommy <3

Thinking about humping something while mommy kisses me makes my brain melt a little hehe

You promise?? Yayyy!!! 🥰

Oh, I'm not into the whole "keep me in a cage, make me wear a puppy mask, feed me with a dog bowl" sort of puppy play. I do like the nicknames, collars, and leashes for sure, though. As for the praise and worship: I don't mind receiving praise at all! And receiving worship isn't a hard limit, it's more just...I wouldn't know how to react? I think? It's just a gray area, I guess :>

Ooh, that actually sounds like a great idea! You're so smart, Mommy! 😊

Hm...I don't know about the filming part...Rewatching it while you tell me everything you liked and why does sound fun. I wonder if the embarrassment would turn me on or just make me want to hide haha

- 🐸

Thank you for your update, lovely, I really enjoy you telling me what you're up to. I hope you had fun with your friend and I am so happy that you got yourself clothes you love. I went a good chunk of my life not buying clothes that I enjoyed/not thinking I should or could even have my own style and enjoy how I looked (for different reasons, more to do with weight and body image, some body shaming from someone i lived with, anyway, just a lot of time wasted on that sort of thing) and I remember when I first started looking for stores with a good range of plus size clothing and when I first bought a couple flowery dresses (i also had an issue with dressing more "feminine") I literally started crying because I had actually chosen then, I didn't just buy whatever fit, and I felt so pretty and so good about myself. I know the reasons behind it are different, but I just wanted to say I partly understand how exciting it is to have bought yourself those clothes and I couldn't be happier for you. I hope one day you feel comfortable and safe to wear whatever you want inside or outside.

And I'm so proud you're able to work on your mindset in that way, it's so important for you to not let it keep you from enjoying yourself and wearing/doing what makes you feel more you, without needing to label it connected to a certain gender or a certain way to perform that gender. It's not easy to work on our perspectives in that way, especially when the world around us is so strongly shoving us in the opposite direction. I hope you're proud of yourself for that too, baby <3

And I don't even need to see it to know you're going to look gorgeous, please let me know when you try them on, I wanna hear all about it if you wanna share 😍

And about our tastes: they seem to align very well, honey, I wish I could get to know you in person, I bet we could have a lot of fun together, baby. Just imagining you in a collar and leash, splayed out on a bed, all at my mercy for me to use and ruin... makes my brain melt, baby.

And I understand that some things you're not sure about how you'd feel because you never tried them. I don't have any experience with kink, and I really hope to one day find someone to try out things we're interested in and find out what we like, so thank you for always telling me what you're not into, what you're not sure about. Even if we're just talking and fantasizing about it, the idea of figuring out these things with you is also so hot to think about, baby.

[giorno-plays-piano]

Vicious

Part VI

Pairing: Steve x reader, Bucky x reader, Thor x reader, Loki x reader, Peter x reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, stalking, possessiveness, theft, mention of blackmail, all characters are adults.

Words: 1567.

Summary: Transferring to Stark Academy that has only allowed to take in female students last semester, you realize you are just one of three young women among hundreds of students. Your things are constantly being stolen, and soon you begin fearing for your safety.

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

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You spent the rest of your evening like a somnambulist, barely able to concentrate on your projects before you went to bed, barely finishing half of the things you planned for today. Even the change of locks didn't make you as happy as you thought it would. It felt like something between a dream and a nightmare.

Lying in the dark, you stared at the ceiling, thinking of what happened just a couple of hours ago. Why did he do it? Was it just out of habit and didn’t mean anything? Naturally, with his appearance and easy-going attitude, he probably dated many girls and didn’t think much before kissing someone he liked.

Remembering the way he talked to you in the morning, you thought he must have pretended to be shy around you. Thor certainly wasn’t sheepish.

Was it all a sham? Was Loki right about all of them, playing their roles to get close to you? You couldn’t forget the way Thor looked the moment he told you about being smart. It was like something switched inside him, and for a second you saw the real Thor who was far from being your simple, good-natured athlete.

Why did you keep thinking about that stupid kiss even after seeing the man could be dangerous?

Aroused and angry, you tossed and turned until you fell asleep.

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Waking up was especially tough, despite the fact you didn't really do much yesterday, meaning you were going to spend your weekend studying. Shoot, and that's when you planned to visit that new chocolate boutique in the city. Maybe you could still make it if you spent more time studying today?

But then again, going to the city alone might be a bad idea. Even if the guys who stole your things were beaten, it didn't mean it had always been the same people following you. The school was full of weirdos, in the end. What if somebody went after you? Steve would definitely say you had to bring one of your guards with you.

Damn. It was better staying in the dorm then.

"Good morning! Are you ready?" Peter's voice broke through the silence, and you flinched, hurriedly applying some lipstick because you didn't have enough time to put your makeup properly.

Well, at least you were fully dressed.

"Just give me a second!" Picking up your bag, you put your shoes on and opened the door, looking at a young guy who's face was lit up like a Christmas tree. "Hi!"

He definitely liked what he saw, and you felt your cheeks growing hot from embarrassment. From the very start of the semester Peter acted very sweet around you, and you thought you could be friends with him. He wouldn't do something as ugly as blackmailing, would he? Thor said it too. Clearly, Steve was exaggerating.

"Did you sleep well? I've heard you changed your lock, so now it'll be better."

"Ugh, I hope so. But I still sleep with my dresser blocking the door." Sighing, started walking, afraid to look in the faces of other students, hurrying off to school.

They must have been disgusted, watching you being friendly with one guy after being all lovey-dovey with the other just yesterday. Although you didn't see anyone in particular, you were sure somebody saw Thor kissing you. And now you were walking the corridors with Peter.

"By the way, what's your Insta?"

What? Your Instagram? Whatever for? Although you had no idea why he needed it, you let him add you, by the time leaving the dorm and walking towards the main building.

Suddenly, Peter got pretty close, his arm on your waist as he lifted up his phone and hummed, "Look here and smile!"

Before you realized what he was doing, the boy kissed your temple, and you heard the sound of a photo being taken by his front-facing camera. What the Hell?!

"Peter!" Pissed at him, you quickly break free and stepped back, but he was already looking at his phone, editing the photo and posting it almost immediately.

You heard your phone buzz when he marked you on the photo.

"That's a good one. You look very cute here."

"What are you doing?!"

"Making a proof we're dating, of course?"

You were taken aback by the sincerity in his voice, and Peter smiled from ear to ear like an excited teenager, showing you the picture: it wasn't that bad, and you looked as if you were slightly embarrassed by Peter's closeness. Oh, of course. He had to convince his friends he was dating you, but he didn't kiss you on the lips that could make other people too suspicious. Instead, friends of Barnes or, say, Thor, would still think it was all for show, and it was their friend who dated you for real.

Shit, Steve's plan was incredibly complicated, and you didn't like it at all.

"Oh, alright." You mumbled, lowering your eyes to the ground, and Peter laughed.

"We'll make a TikTok dance later. If you wanna make people talk, just use your social media." He winked at you and put the phone in the pocket of his pants, resuming walking, and you moved along, your face still hot.

God, what did these guys got you into? You felt like you were lost in the middle of a play, not even having a script to read what was your role in all this.

Before you parted your ways, going to a different classrooms, Peter talked about videogames, the upcoming Resident Evil - apparently, his favorite franchise - and some Dota tournament, but you didn't know much about it, and Peter offered to show you his favorite games "because you can't spend all your time studying!"

He was as careless and sweet as always, but you couldn't get Steve's words out of your mind. Damn, if only you could know for sure that Peter didn't blackmail anyone. Who could you talk to about it? Obviously, not Peter himself, but every time he spoke you had that nagging feeling you needed to talk to him. You barely kept your mouth shut before he went to a different room.

Ugh, why didn't you transfer anywhere else when you still had a chance? Obviously, now you could only drop out of school, and it definitely wasn't something you were going to do.

Luckily, the next couple of hours you were busy with your classes, trying your best to prepare for the upcoming exams. The academy held high standards, and even though you were a good student, it still took lots of efforts to keep up the good work. How Thor even managed to get enrolled, judging by the fact he hated studying and often skipped classes?

Ah yes, he mentioned something about getting a scholarship from the academy for his success in the sport.

By the lunch time you were drained, listening to Peter chatting with an absent-mindedly epxression on your face. Funny enough, Peter's grades were better than yours, even though he spent much less time studying. What, was he some genius like Loki? You felt a little envy.

"I gotta go take my tracksuit, I have PE next," the boy said, and you nodded, throwing away the leftovers of your lunch.

As you stood close while he grabbed his sportclothes, you heard two guys talking behind the lockers to your right.

"Have you seen her today? She's with Parker!"

You tensed immediately. Of course, they were talking about you.

"Yeah, so what?"

"She was with Thor yesterday!"

Watching you froze on the spot, Peter stilled too, listening carefully. Oh shit, you hoped no one cared about who you went with - why should they, in the end - but, apparently, you were drawing too much attention simply because you were a girl among hundreds of male students.

"So what?" The other guy asked impatiently, growing tired of this conversation.

"Are you stupid? She's going out with them! I bet she's looking for a guy." The first student said with excitement, and you cringed. No, you weren't going out with anyone, you wanted to stop the weirdos from following you and steeling your things. Was it too much to ask?

"Yeah, who cares?"

"We have three fucking girls in the whole school, and you don't care if one of them could be going out with you? Besides, this one's pretty. I'd fuck her!"

You felt like you were going to puke any moment. Why on Earth did you decide to transfer to an all-boys school? It was like the whole school were a men’s room filled with stupid-ass guys, and you were locked inside, forced to listen them talk junk.

"You'd fuck a sheep, weirdo. Go get yourself a girlfriend if you can’t stop thinking with your dick.”

Laughing, the guy left, and his friend followed him, shouting something stupid while you breathed out a sigh of relief. Of course, you knew there would be some talk, but you didn’t expect it to be so... gross. Were you really gonna spend the two remaining years here?

Watching you getting frustrated, Peter gently touched you by the arm and said softly, “Don’t worry. They won’t talk rubbish about you.”

“What do you mean?” Suddenly thinking of Steve’s words, you blurted out exactly what you were thinking of the whole day, “Are you going to blackmail them with something?”

“I... what?”

Part VII

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[mistymilkweed]

Could you do a cg! 707 x regressor male reader where it's like sevens busy and his smol wants his papa's attention?

here you go!! i hope this is okay <3

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You would be lying if you said you didn't have the time of your life yesterday. Saeyoung took you to the aquarium yesterday, you got all the stuffies you could dream of at the gift shop, and you even got to ride on his shoulders practically the entire time.

Today... wasn't as exciting. You were watching cartoons and quietly singing onto the theme song each time it played. However your Papa wouldn't join you like he always did. After the fourth episode played and you got nothing out of him, you whined and crawled up to him, poking his leg.

"Papa. Papa," you mumbled. When he wouldn't reply, you whined again. "Papaaaaa!"

"Baby boy, I'm trying to work," he said. He looked down at you for a moment, and then ruffled your hair. "Why don't you play with your toys? I got you plenty of those yesterday, didn't I?"

He didn't sound angry, but you still managed to take that to heart.

"My toys aren't fun if you aren't there." You crawled up to his lap, but he didn't stop working. "I'm bored!"

He sighed. "C'mon, sweetheart, I promise when I'm finished I'll play with you." He continued to type, but you noticed how his typing was more slowed, like he couldn't concentrate.

"And how long will that be?" you asked, crossing your arms.

In response, he brought you close to him, gently pulling your arms down. "About an hour maybe. How about you color some stuff for me? Remember that coloring book I got for you just a few days ago?"

Another whine forced its way out of your lips, but you sighed. "Okay. Have fun with your friends, Papa." You hugged him and slipped off his lap.

"I will," Saeyoung joked, looking back at his computer and groaning when you were out of earshot. He really, really wished he could spend more time with you. He hated his work, sometimes.

...

You hummed a song to yourself as you finished your last page. You managed to make six whole different pages, all of them animals. You gently and carefully tore off and then held up the one you were most proud of and imagined it must've been an hour.

"Papa! Papa, look at the hedgehog I made!" you smiled. You put it on his keyboard, making him look down at it. "Do you like it? I made it for you!"

Saeyoung grinned, holding it up. "It's so cute, Y/N! You did this? I'm so proud of you." He ruffled your hair again. "Why don't you go make another one for Papa?"

With that, you blinked. "But it's been an hour."

He sighed after looking at the time in the corner of his computer. "I guess it has. I'm not done yet, nugget. Papa's sorry."

You pouted. "But you said an hour."

"I know, honey," Saeyoung said sadly, "but I have to get this done. I promise it won't be much longer."

"You always say that, though." You, once again, climbed up on his lap. "Can't you just play with me for a tiny bit? Pleaaase? You never do anything with me anymore!"

Now Saeyoung felt guilty, despite that statement not being true at all. "Y/N..."

You gave him the sweetest look you could manage. "Papa, please? I'll give you all the drawings I made! I'll start doing the chores when you ask me to! I'll... I'll... ummm..." You couldn't think of anything else, really. "Oh! I'll share my toys with you." That'd surely make him play with you, right?

Saeyoung burst out laughing, but hugged you close.

"What's so funny?" you asked, but didn't pull away. His hugs were warm.

"Nothing, nothing," he chuckled. "You're just so cute." He kissed your forehead. "You really want me to do something with you that badly?"

"Of course. Why wouldn't I?" You pulled away to look at him. He looked happy, endeared, and though he had dark circles under his eyes, he didn't look as stressed as he did earlier.

"It's nothing, baby." He chuckled, rubbing his eyes and shutting off his computer. "You don't have to do any of that for me. Maybe I'll take a few more drawings, though."

You beamed. "Does this mean you'll play with me?"

He laughed again, standing up and pulling you into his arms in the process and bouncing you gently. "Okay, okay, you got me. What should we play?"

[love-hatred-stuff]

Mad at him } Jung Jaehyun [nct]

》 genre:

angst, light fluff

》 warning(s):

Jaehyun swears a lot & is kind of a dick, mention of other idols [ma johnny], um that's it ig

》 word count:

1.9k

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Crap, school is shit!

I was doing homework for hours now and I was still not finished with all of it. It was upsetting me, more than it should.

After I had let out a heavy and annoyed groan I heard my phone ring. Jaehyun, my boyfriend was calling me.

Wow, he actually had the time to call me.

He didn't contact me for a whole day and I was getting more pissed each minute. In the beginning of our relationship, he always made sure how my day was when we hadn't had the chance to meet up.

Today had been an absolute disaster what wasn't making my mood any better.

But I had to suppress my anger for a moment, because he was rather sensitive. What means, I better not get mad for no proper reason.

He started talking instantly after I picked up.

"Hey, sorry that I couldn't call earlier. How was your day?" His voice was monotone and I didn't like that, at all.

I felt the wish that he would've better just let me be for the rest of the day with that attitude crossing my mind. Though I tried ignoring my now mixed feelings.

"Yeah, nevermind. Mine was not the best day to be honest." I tried to reply like I normally would.

"What happened?" I wasn't in the mood to tell him about my whole day.

And because he hadn't had the time to pick me up yesterday too, I decided to tease and play a little bit. Maybe this would make my day better.

"Nothing, that's the problem. I am doing homework for hours now and my brain is about to explode. But luckily, I have Kai. He helps me out a lot, with my problems." It almost sounded like I was only talking to a friend and not my boyfriend. Acting like Jeahyun wasn't my boyfriend for almost two years now.

Since I knew, he gets angry when I'm close to other guys, it's the perfect idea to play with his feelings. Cruel, but effective.

"What do you mean, helping you with your problems? That's what I'm supposed to do. You should better get your ass here now!"

"Don't cuss at me. He's just a good friend I met in school Jaeh." I acted like I was trying to convince him that it wasn't a big deal, but in reality it was what I wanted, of course.

I wanted him to spend time with me, without telling him to.

"Do you think I care if he's just a friend? We had been friends too before we started dating, Y/N." He sounded pissed and I had to smile proudly.

"That's different." I wasn't allowed to mention that I would never replace him, like I usually would, because it had to sound a little suspicious.

"That Kai guy is going to get killed if he thinks he can have you. I want you to come over right now!" I almost giggled at his command.

"I don't think, you really want me there." I expressed my thoughts.

"What the fuck is wrong, Y/N? You know that's not true." I could hear his voice getting shaky and hard to control.

"Ok then. I'll be there in 10." I ended the call quickly before it could get too emotional.

I didn't like emotions, except for the ones I had for Jaehyun. They can easily let you make some real dumb decisions.

That's why I was a rather cold person. I was kind, but I wasn't someone who smiled all day and acted like nothing angered or annoyed me. 'Cause there were always things in my way.

Fortunately I was also a quite strong person, that learned to be in the past few years and I don't give up that easily or let some shit destroy me.

Jeahyun was also strong but I had better skills than him to get what I wanted and my influence on him was just too big to let him win. I always won fights, but that wasn't important in our realtionship. To me it was just an advantage that I would use in such situations.

...

I changed into a short but cute, rosè dress and a white cardigan with brown buttons, put my converse on and fastly walked to Jaeh's dorm.

I had needed fifteen minutes, but it was fine, he would wait for me longer.

I knocked like I always did, three times.

After some seconds Jaehyun ripped the door open and I slightly flinched.

"Holy Shit. What are you wearing?" He scanned my body. I could see, he found it hot but there was also some anger building up in his eyes, and it was rising fast.

"Nice to see you too." I rolled my eyes, inconspicuously also looking over his body. He was wearing sweatpants and a muscle tank top, showing his biceps and toned abs.

He wasn't getting his eyes off me.

"Y/N, this dress covers like nothing. I get it, your curves look absolutely stunning but you have to change!" He angrily commanded.

"Shut up, can I come inside now?" I asked with a hint of annoyance.

"Yes." He stepped away and walked through the kitchen, into his room.

I could sense his tightened jaw and all of his tensed muscles.

"Slow down. It's just a dress." I pronounced looking at him like I couldn't believe how childish he reacted, and at this point I really couldn’t.

"Do you have ANY idea of what the boys think about you when you're wearing this?" He asked and finally turned to me again.

"I would LOVE to know." I ironically said.

"I don't want my girlfriend to walk around like she's just some bitch. Because you're not. These boys are disgusting when it comes to something beautiful like you, Y/N."

Now I'm a bitch? You're done Jaehyun. I thought but grimaced at the hurting word he just said to me.

I know he also called me beautiful, but that wasn't the word that was spinning around my head just now.

When he noticed my face and that I didn't reply after some seconds he tried to apologise.. of course.

"Babe, you're not a bitch. I didn't mean it. All I was trying to say is-" He wanted to grab my arm but I moved back before he could do so.

"No, I got it Jaehyun. I only look like one." I snapped back at him. Not yelling but also not in normal loudness.

I was even more mad than before. And now, I was also hurt. Dangerous Combo.

"No- I- I think it's just too short, Y/N." He wanted to defend himself.

"I understand." My voice wasn't loud anymore at all, but it didn't sound like I meant it.

My voice was pathetically shaking and I was looking on the ground, thinking if it would be the best to just leave now.

"Maybe I should just go. I mean I wouldn't want a bitch in my room either, so..." Talking with a quiet voice, I looked up at him and I saw fear in his eyes.

"No, please-" He stepped forward and was going to take my arm but I backed away again.

"Don't touch me." I warned. His face was getting pale. I didn't miss his teary getting eyes either when I looked at him.

"I'm so sorry. Please don't leave. I really didn't mean it, Y/N. Please, I am just jealous of boys being able to see what usually only I see." He avowed.

"It's fine. I wasn't ready with my homework anyways. I should leave."

"Don't. I want you here right now. Please, I'll do anything." His begging voice spoke.

"But I wanted to get finished today."

"Y/N?!" Suddenly a different person asked excitedly.

I knew who it was and turned around instantly to look at his good looking face.

"Johnny!" I jumped in his arms and he was hugging me back happily.

"Johnny, not now-" Jeahyun was angry once again.

"Let me hug this precious little girl! Hell, you're getting hotter everyday?" Johnny laughed and we separated. He scanned me up and down and smiled mischievously.

"Honestly, if Jeahyun wouldn't date you, surely I would ask you out." He claimed.

"Definitely." I giggled softly.

He was always letting me feel good. And he was one of the guy friends of my boyfriend that I liked the most. He was funny, hella handsome and so nice over all.

Though everything remained on just a friendship, we just always casually played around.

"Hey, shut the hell up. She's mine." Jaeh growled at him and put his hand around my waist, taking back what's his.

I kept smiling but I was also trying to push his hand away, so it was difficult to keep a happy look.

Johnny noticed the awkward situation and started talking to me again.

"Anyways. Do you wanna watch a movie in the living room?"

I opened my mouth and was about to say something but Jaehyun was faster than me.

"No, we were busy." His cold voice was giving me goosebumps.

He could be scary, when he was jealous. I am talking out of experience. Not too nice ones.

"We were not, actually I was about to leave. But because I didn't see you in so long I will stay longer alright?" I suggested when I was back in my senses.

"That's perfect!" John smiled at me.

"You won't hang with my girl, Johnny." Jaeh protested.

I turned around to give my boyfriend a look.

"Could you shut up for a moment? It's my decision since you don't own me. And I'm a bitch right? So it's normal when I hang out with a lot of boys, isn't it?" I started to grow my confidence back but I was fucking mad.

He won't destroy my moment with Johnny right now!

"Did he do something?" The brunette boy in front of us asked.

He was almost two heads taller than me and since Jeah knew I liked taller guys, he was probably freaking out.

"No-" Jaeh started but I thought he could know the truth.

"He said, I looked like a bitch." I told him.

"You did what, Jaehyun?" His shocked voice asked, searching for a reassuring answer in our faces.

"I said sorry already. I didn't mean it okay?! But the dress she's wearing shows almost all of her legs, not to mention her half exposed butt."

"That's no excuse bro. Look, she looks stunning in this dress! There's no reason to fight over." His friend wanted to convince him.

"You better not look at my girl like that, or I have to punch you until you understand." Jeahyun pushed his chest with his fist.

"Calm down man. You should work it out before you come in the living room, I'll pick the movie in the meantime." Johnny decided and walked away.

"Do you let all boys touch you like him?" Now Jaeh asked aggressively, coming nearer.

Now we both had reached a certain line, so I tried to keep it low with my next words, struggling to find a compromise.

"No. I love you. And I wore this dress because I thought you'd find it cute too. Not to attract other boys. I won't wear it in public anymore okay? But you should the fuck calm down and let me talk to Johnny. After all he's your roommate and friend. He won't do anything I don't want." I explained with a strong tone.

His expression softened finally, giving me hope he'd give in eventually.

"Yes, I'm sorry. Will you forgive me for calling you... that?" He wanted to know with puppy eyes.

"I'm not over that yet. It hurted me, Jaeh. I will forgive you if you let me sit with Johnny and watch a movie with us." I claimed and cupped his cheek.

"Fine." He sighed.

We watched an action movie and had a lot of fun. In between time Johnny touched me unintentionally, during laughing and talking.

Jaehyun couldn't hold back and threatened that he would get angry if he would keep doing that. I told him it was fine and Johnny and I just continued like nothing happened.

Don't let your boyfriend treat you like he's in a higher position than you.

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Hope you enjoyed, stay tuned!!! ♡

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

White Lies (Pt. 14 of 21)

Pairing: Keanu Reeves X Reader

Word count: 2.1 K

Summary: Keanu found the girl almost dead, in the wrecks of what was once her car. While she was in surgery, stuck in a coma, he gathered the best doctors of New York to attend to her. They told him she is likely to have some kind of brain damage, what may lead to memory loss. And this possibility added up wit the fact that she's pregnant, made the council come up with an odd idea. They asked Keanu to pretend to be her husband, since the stress of finding out everything that happened could put the baby in danger. He reluctantly agreed, but only if she does has some kind of memory loss. He still goes she'll wake up soon, with her memories intact.

But when you finally wake up, there's nothing inside. You're quick to find your head is empty, void, like a blank canvas. The only thing that brings you some relief, that makes you feel less lonely is the mention of a husband. And you can't wait to meet him, because you know you can't deal with this by yourself.

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The Truth Always Finds A Way

“It's absolutely beautiful. I love it.” Laura says as you walk with her back to the living room. You just showed her Liam's bedroom, which is finally ready.

It's your fault it took so long though because there were a lot of things you couldn't decide on. But now it's ready, right on time thankfully, because it's the beginning of week 39, and you and Keanu are on full alert because it can happen anytime.

“Thanks. We have everything in place.” Gesturing at the door, Laura easily spots the bag lying on the floor. “That's the bag with everything I'll need in case we have to run.”

“So Keanu convinced you on a natural labor then.”

“Google convinced me.” Slowly, you drop to the couch, sighing. “Sweetie, you're making mommy so heavy.” You whisper to the baby, putting your feet up on the coffee table.

“You're almost here, little one.” Laura lowers her head near your belly. “Aunt Laura will spoil you so bad your mom will hate me.” She fell into his aunt role, but you don't mind. Since you don't have any siblings, you're happy Liam will have an aunt on Laura. “We'll pair up to prank your parents, right?”

“God help me.” You dramatically moan, eyes rolling.

“Planning on having more kids?” She asks, a hand caressing your belly.

“Yes. We have spoken about it and we'll have at least one more.” Smiling, you play with the tips of your hair. “Maybe Sophie will come, but if it's another boy it'll be Ethan.”

“I like it.” She says. “Oh, I have to ask. What was it yesterday? Lucia came over?”

“Yes, she did.” Not even on the last days of your pregnancy that woman leaves you alone. “It was fine until Keanu kissed me. Then it became a fight again. She just can't accept Keanu and I are fine. I don't remember him, but I fell for him again. I don't get what's the big deal.” When you look up at Laura, she has a weird expression on her face. “What is it?”

“N-nothing. Nothing.” She stutters, clearing her throat. “That's odd.”

“It is...” Furrowing your eyebrows, you're just about to say something when her phone starts ringing. “That's my alarm. I'll have to go.” She gets up, offering you a hand to pull you up. “But I can call later if you want to talk.”

“Sure, thank you.” Hugging her the best you can, you walk her to the front door, locking it after she leaves.

There isn't much going on today, so you head upstairs to your bedroom, smiling to hear the shower on. Tiptoeing into the bathroom, you see Keanu inside the box, so you silently take your clothes off before sliding the glass open.

That's when he notices you, turning around and smiling. “Is Laura gone?”

“Yeah.” Holding onto his arm, you step inside, feeling the warm water on your skin. “Heard the shower and thought I could join you.” Wrapping your arms around his neck, you kiss him, slow and passionately. In moments like this, the whole world disappears. New York is gone, the busy streets and its people... There's nobody else, no worries, just you and him.

“You know we can't...” He whispers, pulling away from a little.

“I know. I just wanna shower, I promise.” You didn't have any ideas, but now you do. But still, you have to stick with showering only. “Help me, Ke.”

“You're such a teaser.” But despite the dramatic eye roll, Keanu grabs the body wash and starts rubbing it through your body.

Much to your dismay, Keanu has become a master of self-control, and once you're done, you have no choice but to leave, dry, and dress yourself as you wait for him. Back in the bedroom, his phone starts beeping, as many messages come through.

“Ke, your phone is beeping like crazy.” You tell him, raising your voice a little as you finish brushing your hair.

“Can you check if it's Robert?”

“Sure.” Walking around the bed, you sit down as you take his phone, your eyes taking in the notifications.

But it isn't Robert, it's Lucia. Pinching your eyebrows together, you start getting angry. Whatever reasons she's texting Keanu, it's probably not good. Unlocking his phone, you quickly find the messages app, opening it, and reading the texts.

‘You can't possibly think this will go on after the birth.’

‘I will tell her myself.’

‘You're disgusting. Lying to her like that, while she's vulnerable.’

Your heart starts beating so fast it drums in your ears. Her words are a mystery, and you're struggling to bring sense into it.

‘(Y/N) has the right to know about Daniel.’

‘My son. My dead son, her true husband.’

The messages keep coming and you start crying, a hand on your mouth to cover the sobs.

This can't be right. What is she saying? There's a sudden, pounding pain on your head, as your eyes go through the new texts.

‘You can tell yourself whatever you want, but this is all on you.’

‘You're lucky I'm not the type of person to expose celebrities, or else I'm sure your career would be over.’

‘You can't just keep lying to (Y/N) like this, it's not fair to her.’

‘This child isn't yours, it will never be.’

‘You can say this is for her own good, but I don't believe this bullshit.’

Standing up to your feet, you throw the phone away, further into the bed, too far for you to reach. You can't read it anymore. Is she lying?

No. Lucia mentioned Daniel as if he meant something to you. Michael did the same. He didn't seem to understand how you were with Keanu, since you were with Daniel...

Too many things come flooding back. Keanu's first distance, some weird expressions you couldn't read when you made certain questions... But still, you can't bring yourself to believe it. Maybe Lucia just wants to ruin your marriage.

When you hear the bathroom door closing, you turn around, not even trying to hide your tears. Keanu gets worried the moment he looks at you.

“(Y/N)? What happened?”

“Why is Lucia saying Daniel was my true husband?” You burst out, both hands clenched into fists. “That this kid isn't yours, that you're lying to me.” Pointing at the phone, you wipe off some tears. “It was her, not Robert.”

Keanu's face drops, and his whole posture changes. That's how you know it. That's when you realize Lucia is telling the truth.

“No...” You mutter, heart breaking as you bring both hands to cover your face. This can't be real, but his silence, his inability to answer proves your otherwise. “Please, Keanu, say something!” You yell, bending over a little when a sharp pain spreads through your hips. With a hand on the bed, you sustain your weight, standing up straight again.

“I'm so sorry, (Y/N), I–”

“My God.” Cutting him off, you pace around, a lump in your throat. You can only feel, and watch, as your whole world comes crashing down. It feels like you're in a nightmare, under torture, with a knife being put through your heart. “How could you...” It comes out a whisper, so you repeat, yelling this time. “How could you do that?!”

“(Y/N), please listen–” He comes forward, making his way around the bed, but you step back, hands raised.

“I don't wanna listen!” You snap, eager to put some distance between you and him. “I don't wanna listen! We... We slept together!” The memory comes back like a wrecking ball, and you feel violated, betrayed. “I–... I gave myself to you because I thought you were my husband. I–” The wave of pain cuts you short again, and you gasp, using the wall to sustain your weight.

“(Y/N), what are you–”

“Stay away from me!” Shouting, you find the closet door, rushing inside and locking yourself inside.

You're moving even before you notice, grabbing the first baggage you find and searching for your clothes, messily shoving it inside the box. Keanu is saying something, knocking, pleading, but you don't want to hear.

He was everything, and now, you just want him to be nothing.

Your head feels like it could explode as you remember all the moments you shared since you first saw him, in the hospital room. Like an idiot, you felt secure back then to know there was someone to look after you, to guide you in a life you didn't know anything about. When he told you about the pregnancy, you thanked the heavens for having a husband by your side. You were scared, terrified, empty... Just as you are now.

Keanu is nothing to you. The happy, wonderful marriage is just a lie. Your life, the man you love... “Go away!” You shout at him, making a damn mess on his closet, but you don't care. You don't want to love him, not anymore.

With whatever is left of your strength and dignity, you close the baggage and leave, pushing Keanu out of your way, sight blurry with tears. “Siri, call me a cab.” You tell as you walk past Keanu's phone, the change of lighting on the screen showing you it got your command.

“(Y/N), please don't leave.”

“Do you really expect me to stay?” Struggling on the stairs with the baggage and your huge belly, you hold tightly on the railing until you're safe on the floor. “A-after you... Damn it! I don't even know why you did this!” You're yelling again, moving to the front door, hoping the cab will get here soon. “What kind of man are you? What kind of person does this?”

“Let me explain, please. I found you after you crashed the car and–”

“And you decided to take me?! Is that it? You thought I was pretty, and I was in the perfect position for you to take me and play couple?!” A horn makes you sigh, and part of you is relieved that you'll go away from the man, the part that's burning with anger.

But there's another side, probably your heart, that hurts, aches for him. This is what's making you cry, and it yells for you to stay. To listen.

But despite his begging, you leave, pulling the door open and running to the cab.

Keanu isn't the one to cry often. He does feel sad, but tears are something rare.

But today, they come rolling down, like a flood.

How could it be any different? After everything he has done, how could he expect this to have a different end? This is what he deserves.

Pacing around the house, lost, he finds himself in the kitchen. Looking at the table, he sees her there, in her pale blue sweater, beautiful, smiling, putting a strand of hair behind her ear. He can't even count how many meals they had here, instead of using the dining room, because (Y/N) felt it was more intimate. Averting his eyes, he stares at the fridge, and there she is again, in her pink lace gown pajamas, stretching out on her swollen belly, marking down the weeks.

(Y/N) will haunt him for the rest of his life.

Slamming his hands on the island, he takes the small flower pot and throws it across the room, giving vent to his anger. Anger at himself for doing this. He could've said no. He could've told her he truth, that he found her, and that he would stand by her side for as long as she needed him.

But he decided on the lie.

Making his way upstairs, his phone's screen is on. Taking it from the bed, he finds the app tracking where the cab is going. Where she is going... But he closes it, going to the gallery instead, where he starts skipping through the photos they took.

Keanu is heartbroken for the first time in his life. On every photo, it hurts more and more, until he can't take it anymore. The tears are blinding him, so he lies down on his back, eyes on the ceiling. The house feels empty already, cold... But that's good. Because it suits him perfectly, that's exactly how he feels.

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Love Is You - chapter 8

A/n: This is one of the heaviest chapters i have written for this fanfic so it took couple of days to edit all over again.

Tw: suicidal thoughts

    Scarlett went to Remus's room for dinner as she promised him last night. They were close friends since their Hogwarts years and the friendship continued since back then. At one point or two when all 3 of them were drunk, it might have gotten a little bit further than a friendship but none of them talks about that.

"Welcome Scar, i was waiting for you." He smiled and hugged her.

"Sorry i am late. I went to London today, needed to do some stuff. They took more time than i expectedt."

"It's totally fine. Take a seat and tell me about your day." Remus served some food for themselves and sat down.

"First i went to the ministry, needed to talk to the minister. Because yesterday the new deputy minister came here to meet me and it was very awkward. Then i went to my house to check the stuff i need there, i will be moving there around Christmas. And lastly i stopped by at my parents’ house. What about you?"

"Nothing new, just lessons. Why was the meeting awkward?"

"Everything was off with him. The way he talks, the way he looks at me..." she grimaced her face. "Also he is not from the ministry, i never heard of him before but weirdly he looks familiar. Dorian said he came from France."

"What did he do to you?" Remus asked in concern.

She sighed. "He said: " you are pretty, what a shame that you have been cheated on..."

"Stupid arsehole. That's very rude and none of his business." He rubbed Scarlett's arm softly. “I can beat him up for you.” Remus joked to change the mood.

"He is not worth to spend your energy, fucker...Anyway, I couldn't ask Carina but... How is he, Sirius...?"

Remus sighed softly. "You know him, he is miserable without you... He has been drinking and smoking for Merlin knows how long…"

"Take care of him Remus, please... I have Carina with me but he is all alone…" her eyes filled with tears when she thought about him. Even though she was still angry with him; Scarlett has missed Sirius so much, all she wanted to do was be with him in their home.

"I will, promise." He held her hand reassuringly.

"I… i need to go Remus, i am sorry but i..." She stuttered while standing up from the chair.

"Scarlett where to? What’s going on?" Remus was confused at her sudden reaction.

"I need to see him." And she apparated the next second before he could say anything or stop her.

Remus stood there awkwardly after her apparation; he wasn't sure what to do but then he decided not to go after her. He knew Scarlett had a soft spot for Sirius and nothing would stop her from seeing him when she wanted.

    Scarlett found herself in front of their family house's door. She was controlled by her heart right now and her brain wasn't willing to correspond with her at all. She was aware that she would regret this decision the very next day but she couldn't stop herself and knocked on the door. He didn’t answer immediately so she knocked harder this time. Maybe she should have taken this as a sign. But then she heard footsteps getting closer to the door and there he was.

"Scarlett...!?" Sirius couldn't believe his eyes. He hasn't drank that much tonight to see an illusion. "Am i having a dream?"

"I guess not..."

"Come in, it is cold outside and you are just wearing a dress."

Scarlett walked in and looked around. She was expecting a mess but clearly Remus and Carina did a good job here. She did pet the dogs for awhile since they have missed their mummy a lot. Then they headed to the living room and sat down on the sofa in silence for couple of minutes until Sirius broke it down.

"My love..."

Sirius held her hand which she was scratching, it was ice cold. He took it to his lips and kissed it then put it on his cheek, leaned into it. She rubbed his cheek with her thumb softly and looked at him. He was her happiest memories and the worst memory at the same time. Scarlett was still loving him, how couldn't she? It wasn’t easy to erase him from her life, he has always been there. But also she was really upset with him, he broke her heart so bad that it's impossible to heal. Her heart and her brain were fighting to take the control. She was at an in-between stage, but her heart won the fight when she decided to hug Sirius. When he hugged her back, she broke down the tears that she was holding. It was so overwhelming for both. He couldn't hold back his tears either and the ex-couple cried together.

"I missed you Sirius... I missed us..."

"Me too baby. It is pointless to live without you by my side."

She looked at him with a serious look on her face. "Promise me you won't do anything to yourself! You did it once and this time i can't recover from it..."

"Promise, anything for you..." he kissed her hair and inhaled her rose scent. He would do anything to stay in this moment.

"I wish we had one more kiss..." Scarlett mumbled and leaned into him slowly. Sirius was impatient and kissed her red lips longingly. The kiss felt intoxicating.

"Scar, i love you baby... You are my one and only." he pulled her body closer to his, he wanted to feel her all over him. Scarlett was playing with his curls that she loved so much while kissing him back passionately. Their emotions took over everything and they were both lost in the kiss until they heard a knock on the door. She pulled away immediately as it was a waking up call for her.

"Were you waiting someone?"

He shook his head. "No. Maybe Carina came to look for you?"

"She doesn't know i am here, i was with Remus. Maybe him?"

"Then forget about it, i don't wanna leave your embrace." Sirius kissed her again but the knocking continued and the dogs kept barking at it. Scarlett sighed and got up to answer the door. When she opened the door, there wasn't Remus but Arabelle.

"Ah Miss Rose? I wasn't expecting to see you here. Is Sirius he-. Ah here he is!" An evil grin appeared on her lips.

Sirius has heard her high-pitched voice and came to see what’s going on. "What are you doing here!? I said i don't wanna see you ever again! Leave now!"

"I've just came here to check on you and maybe relax you little bit, you know how." She winked at him and continued. "But i see you are busy with your fragile rose, unfortunately, I wonder when she will wilt... If you need me just write and I will be on your service, byeee!" And she disappeared into the darkness of the night knowing very well that she caused a scene.

Scarlett was standing by the door like a sad ghost, her face was full of disappointment and sorrow.

"Scarlett love, i had no idea. I have never seen her after i fired her, i swear..." he tried to hold her but she took a step back away from him.

"I shouldn't have come here, i made a fool of myself..." tears were running down on her checks.

Sirius fell on his knees in front of her. "Believe me Scarlett, i swear on my life i have nothing to do with her! She is playing a game with us, i don't know what exactly! But believe me baby please...I love you and only you."

"I wish i could believe you..." She apparated and left him there all alone crying.

    Scarlett was so frustrated and overwhelmed after what happened. She didn't want to go inside the castle while she was in this mood because Carina would question her, so she decided to go for a walk on the wooden bridge of Hogwarts. She has never liked it though, she was scared of heights and also bridges but tonight she wasn't feeling any fear or the freezing cold of the November night. All the moments she had with Arabelle and the things she said to her were running through her mind nonstop; especially “when the fragile rose will wilt”. She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't notice what she was doing until she saw the cliff underneath her. Now she was standing the other side of the safety fences, she had no idea how she has managed to do it. But even in that moment she didn't feel any fear. It felt like she was a puppet and controlled by someone else. She looked up at the sky, it was so dark that stars were shining perfectly but the one caught her eye the most: Sirius.

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"Whenever we are not together, just look up the sky and i will be there for you Scarlett. I will never leave you all alone and I will be your light."

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She looked down at the cliff once again. What if she took one more step? Would everything be fine? She removed one foot from the edge to the air, her skirt was dancing with the wind like it was calling her.

"SCARLETT! NO!"

The terrified voice echoed in the night and then running sounds followed it. It was none other than Severus Snape. He was picking some flowers that only blooms in the night for his potions then he noticed the red hair up in the bridge under the moon light. He has never felt that much scared in his whole life.

His voice has brought Scarlett back to reality, it felt like the dream-like curtain was removed from her eyes and now she was aware of what’s she doing and  she was scared truly. She was losing the feeling of her hands cause of the cold and she wasn't sure how long she could hold onto the fences and her shaking body wasn’t a help at all. But luckily Severus wasn’t so far away and he has rushed to her in an inhuman pace.

"I will help you, just hold onto me and i will pick you up. Scarlett listen to me." He was out of breath and adrenaline was running through his body.

"I cannot… İ am scared..." She whispered silently.

"You need to trust me. Turn your body to me slowly, I am holding you. And I will pick you up when you do it. I am here, nothing will happen to you."

She slowly did what he said and then wrapped her arms around his neck while he was picking her up and carrying her back to the other side of the fences carefully. Her whole body was shaking, and she collapsed on the ground with him.

"You are fine, you are fine Scarlett."

Severus was trying to calm her down but he was not any different than her. His heart was pacing so fast like it was going to rip his chest out. But he wrapped his head around the situation as quickly as possible and took his coat off to wrap it around her then he picked her up to carry inside. Scarlett was in a total shock and couldn't find herself to say or do anything. She just closed her eyes while snuggling into him.

    Severus carried Scarlett to his room and sat her down on the bed. Scarlett sat there with empty eyes, she couldn’t wrap her head around the situation at all yet. Severus stood in front of her for a while, he felt like she might vanish if he looks away. When he was sure everything is fine then he decided to light up the fireplace to warm up the cold room.

"Could you let Remus know that i am here?" Scarlett mumbled, she was just starting to feel herself again and finally spoke.

He nodded while brewing some hot tea for her. "You stay here, drink your tea and i will be right back." Severus wasn’t happy about leaving her alone but he wanted to do what she asked for.

Couple of minutes later he was back with Remus. Their bickering was heard before they showed up.

"Scarlett! What happened? Are you okay?" Remus run towards her worriedly. He couldn’t believe his ears when Severus told about the incident. 1 hour ago she was looking fine and he had no idea what happened with Sirius and she became that bad.

She shook her head as no. "Make up a lie for Carina please, i don't want her to see me like that..."

"Okay whatever you want but stay with me tonight. Come."

"I can take care of her better, Lupin." Severus stood between two of them stopping Remus from holding her.

"Don't try to take an advantage of the situation Severus."

"Remus don't, please..." Scarlett was begging, she couldn’t take an argument between them right now.

Remus sighed and rubbed her back. "I will write Carina that we are going to London and stay there tonight. She would believe it since i don't have any classes tomorrow. Okay?"

"Thank you, Remus."

"Let me know if you need anything anytime." He glanced at Severus one more time before left.

After Remus left the room, Severus sat down next to her on the bed.

"Did you warm up a bit?"

She nodded slowly. "If you weren't there tonight...I w-"

"Don't say it."  Severus wouldn't be able to forget that night till the day he dies. Once again, he realized how much he loves her and can't lose her.

"I am stupid, so stupid!" Scarlett talked to herself. When she thought about the night, she couldn't believe herself. She was really about to jump from the cliff.

"Don't wrong yourself, you are not a stupid woman."

"I went to see Sirius tonight then Arabelle showed up and i found myself edge of the cliff. If those things weren't stupid, then what?" She cried helplessly. "I don't know what am i doing or feeling... I am so lost."

"You need some time to heal, everything will be fine."

"Promise...?"

"I promise. If i am wrong, i will let you dye my hair pink."

A tiny smile formed on her lips. "You must be pretty sure then."

"I am." He smiled. "I will give you a potion, it will help you to relax."

"Okay. My whole body is aching..."

"Here, drink this." Severus did accio a potion bottle and handed it to Scarlett.

She did drink the colourless potion he gave but she grimaced her face because it tasted very bitter.

"Want some water?"

She shook her head and stared at the fire for a while blankly. "I was about to kill myself... for real..." Scarlett whispered.

"Scarlett look at me."

Her watery green eyes met with his black ones. Her eyes were like a forest that he got lost in them for a while then remembered to talk. "You are going through a hard time but you are a strong woman Scarlett, I know that. You just need to gain your power back then everything will be fine again. You will make a fresh start. And you are not alone in this. Your kids, parents, friends are here to help you anytime. You need to accept the situation and keep going for better."

She wiped her tears away with her shaky hands. He always found a way to comfort her and made her believe that everything's going to be alright.

"Thank you Sev." She looked into his eyes deeply. "Thank you for everything."

He smiled softly and patted her hand. "You should rest now. You sleep here in the bed and i will sleep on the chair."

"We can share the bed, i don't want you to sleep on the chair because of me. It is not like we never slept in the same bed before..."

Severus’s cheeks tinted with red a little bit. "If you are fine with that, okay..."

Scarlett nodded while taking her shoes off. Severus got his pyjamas and went to the bathroom to change his clothes in the meantime. When he was back, Scarlett was already in the bed with her eyes closed. He smiled at his view before turned the lights off.

"Good night..." she mumbled sleepily.

"Good night Scarlett."

He laid down and looked at her small body that laying next to him. After the end of their relationship, he didn't have anyone in his bed. And tonight there she was again, after 30 years. The bed was never warm enough without her. His eyes closed slowly while he was thinking about the past.

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The Life I Had (pt.2) | Jay Halstead

Summary: Based on season 5, episodes 7 and 10. Jay is struggling with this undercover mission, while Y/N is trying to help him after Erin left him. Both of them are starting to realise their feelings for each other.

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader.

Author's note: Requests are open!

PART 1 | PART 3

It was time to go to work, when you got a message from Hailey that she'll pick you up, because you got a case. Since yesterday you were now at Adam's apartment, because when you moved to Jay, you decided to sell your apartment. You needed cash and it wasn't a necessary to have another one. You thought that it'll last longer than that, but well... Jay had different plans.

"I'll be back late, you can take my keys." Adam said when you walked into the kitchen.

"And why is that?"

"I'm working at something, don't worry." he hugged you, took his gun and badge and then left.

Hailey showed up few minutes later.

"What do we got?" you asked.

"Jay was undercover yesterday and he found a shooted girl. He's on the scene."

"Well, that's none of my business, but I'm pretty sure we've finished this case and there's no need to him be undercover."

"Yeah, I guess. Voight is already there, I don't know what we should expect." she said.

"I swear to god, if he got involved in something because of this girl, I'll end her." you said and closed the door behind you.

You followed Hailey to her car. After few minutes you were on the scene.

"What are you doing here?" Jay asked as you, Hailey and Voight showed up.

"Well, what are YOU doing here Jay? I'm pretty sure we've closed this case." Voight asked him, but you knew what the answer will be. Of course Jay was feeling something to this girl.

"I'm working. Camila Vega, she's my CI." he asked and looked at you.

"Since when? Did you put her in papers? you didn't want to listen this conversation. Walking by the few police officers, you decided to check the body and find some personal items like phone or wallet.

But there was nothing. Only cash.

"Y/N? Can we talk?" Jay appeared behind you as you were talking with other officer.

"What do you want? If I left something at your place I'll take it tonight, but I'm pretty sure I've got everything."

"Stop, no, I just... I really miss talking to you. I want to apologize Y/N." he looked at you and you felt tears willing up in your eyes. Why was this so difficult? You weren't together, you didn't break up... He was just a friend. And partner.

"I don't think it's a great place to have conversation like this. I can meet you tonight if you want."

"Okay, be at my place at 9pm." he tried to step forward and hug you, but you moved to the back. You didn't feel right, not now.

Even if you were still mad at him, you smiled when he walked away. It was painful being that far away from him, he meant so much to you, and it couldn't end up like this, but at the same time he needed to know that what he did was just wrong.

Time passed by and you decided to leave Adam's apartment and go visit Jay. This day wasn't that bad at all. Back at district you were talking a little bit more with him that usual, so that made you really happy.

You decided to take a walk to his apartment. It was close to Ruzek's apartment and there was no need to drive, besides, you thought that this night you both will end up drunk.

After few minutes you were chasing the hall. You checked your phone last time to saw if he sent something to you about cancelling your plans. You knocked on his door, but there was just silence. He didn't text you, you were just standing there knocking at his door.

"Hey, can you be more quiet? If he's not answering, maybe he just doesn't want to talk" some neighbor said.

"Sorry, I'll just go now." you answered. You stood there for second before storming out from building. When you felt the wind on your cheeks, you bursted into tears. He lied. He freaking lied, leaving you there alone.

You couldn't catch a breath, everything was so blurry. You didn't want to show up like this in Adam's place, so instead of going there, you went back to the district. It was late, the whole intelligence went homes, so no one would notice you there.

You sat on the couch in break room with tea in your hands. From nowhere Voight appeared confused, just standing and staring at you.

"Please just don't say anything, I can't handle more today." you said.

"What happened kiddo? I thought you went home with Adam." he walked closer.

"Yeah I did, but I forgot to do something here so I got back."

"Don't lie to me Y/N. You gave me your files, there's no reason for you to be here." he said. "So, you better gotta tell me what happened or I'm calling Adam."

"Halstead and I can't get along in past few weeks, we were supposed to meet today, but he just didn't show up and I can't go back to Adam place looking like this. I'll stay here for the night I guess."

"No way Y/N. Come on, you're going back to Adam, you're going to tell him what happened. I can't let you think that this is okay. Talk about everything what is bothering you kid."

"You're right I guess. But I'll go alone, I need to call someone before I got home."

"Okay, but I'm giving you 15 minutes, then I'll call Trudy to drive you on her own."

"Sure thing."

The next day, you arrived alone to the district. Team got a lead to a guy who were dealing with drugs and he supposed to meet that killed girl. After founding out that she was undercover as CIA agent just made this case the important things and it needed to be solved as soon as possible.

You smiled at Trudy when you got there and went straight upstairs.

"Club Echo? And Alex? I know him, I met him trough Camila." you heard Jay's voice as you appeared in bullpen."I can go under with Y/N." he continued.

"Take Hailey, I've got a work to do." you snapped at him and went to your desk. Voight looked at you and answered:

"Y/N, you're going. I need Hailey here." he said.

"But Serg-" of course he made this because of the last night and what you've told him.

"Go before you'll say too much." you stood up, grabbed your jacket and went after Jay.

The whole time there was a silence in the car. You said that you don't want to talk as you got in his truck and he just nodded.

After a while you were in Echo, searching for Alex.

"Hey man, thanks for meeting." Jay said.

"Ryan, hey! Who's that pretty lady huh?" Alex asked looking at you.

"Not your league. I'm his sister." you pointed with your head at Jay.

"So, I heard that you have something good for me."

"What are you talking about?" Alex laughed at Jay.

"Man, we y'all know that you're dealing. Camila told me."

"Yeah I do. What also did she said after that 20 minutes in the back of the club and whole night at her place huh?" you looked at Jay confused. He stood you up for her. He freaking lied to you because of her. He chose her over you.

"Alright, you want to know more than you should. Can we make a deal?" Jay asked.

"Sure, I'll call you when it'll be done." they said goodbyes and you went outside.

You couldn't believe that Jay really did that to you. After all these years.

"I can't believe..." you whispered.

"What Y/N?"

"You're sleeping with her. This entire time being "undercover" you were screwing up with her." you said.

"Y/N, it's not like that..."

"It's not like what? Like what Jay? You fucking lied to me. I was the one who waited for you for almost an hour in front of their apartment, because you were too busy fucking her! Was that worth it? Over all these things we had?

"I wanted to see you but it came out of nowhere and I needed to meet her and talk." he answered and walked closer.

"No, all you needed was to fuck her. That's what you wanted to do. All this time. And don't play being broken and alone Jay. I was the one who were with you all this time! I stayed the night with you, I moved in with you, because you needed help! I watched you almost die, cry every night, I was there, not her! And you're still treating me like this."

"Don't make it like this Y/N... Don't play innocent girl, you're saying that I'm making wrong choices but maybe look at yourself and ask if it's right to sleep around with Adam!"

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Life isn't perfect Y/N."

"Yeah, funny story that you were the one who broke me first." you said and walked away.

Part 3?

[prettyblfan]

Coffee Shop Boy

Chapter Two

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Just as he thought by the time he had finished his shift and set off for school Sorawit managed to completely forget about his encounter with very mysterious That.

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As he walked into his classroom he instantly locked eyes with his best friend Nam. Despite only being in Viangpa Mork for only 3 months him and Nam seemed to connect instantly, she practically took Sorawit under her wing because he was too gullible for his own good. During his first week of school some boys in their class convinced him that the girls toilet was actually the boys toilet, ever since then she's felt very protective over him. However, this was practically the same for Sorawit after all Nam was pretty, popular and funny a complete package so he felt like if was his job to protect from all the shameless creeps that through themselves at her.

Sorawit pulled out his seat next to Nam and smiled,

"Have you done the maths homework" he cheekily asked putting on his sweetest voice. He plan to do it this morning but all the customers decided to pack in all at once so in the end he didn't have any time to finish it.

"No, I though you would do it! that's why I didn't bother" Nam said pulling a pout while she flopped onto the desk in front of her.

"Ahh, why don't you ask one of the multiple guys who have a crush on you" Sorawit responded, despite how calm they both seemed the end result of not handing in homework was quite harsh. They'd get one or two whole weeks of detention. As they went to a very high ranked and respected school it was only natural that standards were set to such a high level, but regardless they couldn't help but think it was stupid.

"No way, they always end up expecting soo much more in return, i can't handle the entitlement." Nam said dryly her voice dripping with disgust.

Sorawit knew exactly what she meant, whenever she'd show the smallest bit of kindest or even ask for a favour they always seemed to think that they deserved something in return. And that something was her body. In alot of situations although Sorawit couldn't fight he'd end up stepping in and trying to protect her.

"Umm, I guess we'll just have to settle for one week of detention then." Sorawit laughed after all his friend's safety was his top priority.

Just as both Nam and Sorawit were prepared to accept their fate one of the girls in their class came in yelling,

"Miss Jane isn't in."

It was this one line that seemed to save their lives, miss Jane was their maths and foreign language teacher as well as a tutor at the school. She was only strict because wanted the best for them but sometimes she could really be too ruthless.

As they no longer had a teacher for two of their lesson both Nam and Sorawit messed about, joking and talking the entire time.

For Sorawit the rest of the day went by without a hitch.

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By the end of school Sorawit felt like death, maybe waking up at 3 am wasn't going to work for him. As he almost feel asleep against his bike Nam flicked his head.

"Are you gonna give me a ride home today or not" Nam said impatiently as she hopped onto the back of his bike (Sorawit is too much of a soft boy to be riding round on a motorbike, so he has a bicycle a yellow one at that).

Before Sorawit could respond the most obnoxious sounding voice echoed out.

"Nam!"

Standing at the gate was a couple of boys probably a year older than them. They were all in Sorawit's eyes dressed like gangsters, their pants were unnecessarily low and they all opted for darker colours (yes this is what gangsters look like in Sorawit's mind, maybe mine too). The one that called out to Nam was tall but not that handsome the only thing that stood out about him was the polished black motorcycle next to him.

Sorawit looked at Nam puzzled.

"It's a long story, just ignore them." Nam said urging Sorawit to hurry up.

Sorawit despite being known for not being very quick witted caught on quite fast, this must be one of Nam's countless admirers.

He pulled Nam along on his adorable yellow bike and although others may not not agree with him, Nam in fact said it was too girly. Regardless Sorawit didn't see anything wrong with it. It was just the right amount of cute, the yellow made it stand out and the small daisies dotted about the bike made it even more pefect in Sorawit's eyes.

As they approached the gates they were quickly blocked, just as Sorawit had expected. However, Sorawit knew for a fact they wouldn't try anything as long as they were on school property, but unfortunately he couldn't say the same for when they had left.

"Nam let's hang out today, on me" he said eying her up and down.

"Pong, I remember telling you I was busy when you asked me yesterday." She replied obviously not interested in hanging out with him at all.

"What, busy hanging out with this loser instead." The guy now known as Pong spoke sizing up Sorawit. Eventhough he was tall Sorawit was indeed 100% bone.

"Pong." Nam warned, it was quite clear that she had enough, half because she knew that this would end alot worse for Sorawit than for her. And the other half was tired of guys constantly thinking she was interested in them.

"Nam, what does he have that I dont." Pong paused briefly looking at Sorawit before bring his eyes back to Nam.

"Now don't be stupid."

It was that line that made Sorawit snap.

"Her not wanting to hang out with you isn't being stupid." He said standing tall trying to make himself appear as tough as possible.

"What?" Pong replied before laughing along with the rest of his friends, they all looked completely amused.

Nam quickly sensed things were going to take a turn for the worst if things continued going the way that they were.

"Pong I'm seriously busy today I have a bunch of work to catch up on, I have alot more time on the weekend let's hang out then" she spoke alot softer.

"Huh, fine." Pond said a lot calmer now maybe because Nam was being a lot more docile or because a teacher was approaching.

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The whole situation was over rather quickly after that, Pong and his group of friends had left before the teacher arrived and Nam had explained to that said teacher that the whole thing was a misunderstanding.

Sorawit was now sitting in the Pink Lilly attempting to complete his homework as the staff around him began to prepare for the evening shift. He was thinking about the conversation that he had with Nam while he was taking her home.

She said playing along was always the safer options especially with guys like that.

It made him worry to the point he had to convince her not to go and see him on the weekend.

"What's wrong you're pulling a pout." Ploy said squeezing his cheeks with a soft smile.

Ploy was a University student in her 20s that worked at the Pink Lily part time, she was kind and energetic but she was always in other peoples business.

"Umm I'm fine" Sorawit mumbled out before resuming his homework that he had been neglecting for the past half hour.

Before Ploy could prod for more information, Bun had stormed and was clearly in a mood. A way worse one than usual.

"Who does he think he is?" Fuming Bun slammed his hand down on the front counter.

"Why do handsome men think its okay to be so arrogant" Bun continued to rant furiously.

"P'Bun????" Sorawit called utterly confused, who could have made him so angry.

"Bun, what's wrong?" Ploy also questioned after all seeing her boss this angry was rare.

"Huh, what's wrong. You won't believe what happened today!" Bun responded quickly pulling out a seat. Finally seeming to calm down he recited what took place earlier today.

Bun had gone into work for his regular morning shift at 3am hence why he wasn't there to help ease Sorawit into his first shift. But the real trouble began after his long lunch break around 4ish when a young man was rushed in with a bullet wound, Bun was assigned to treat him. So naturally once he heard the man was accompanied by two other men he had quickly gone to question them after all bullet wounds weren't very common in Viangpa Mork. When he had confronted them he was ridiculed and mocked (more so softly teased, but okay Bun. I'll have to make a special chapter about their first meeting after all this is a That x Sorawit centered story) by a tall well dressed handsome man which only pissed him off more. He'd come to know that the arrogantly handsome man was Tan.

In his 3 months in Viangpa Mork he had only heard from other residents that Tan was one of the many sons of a very affluent family that owned multiple business in the city, and he had been doing a lot of work out here recently.

But the icing on the cake for Bun was that everyone loved him, not the police nor a single soul had come to question them or see what was going on. The whole situation was perfectly swept under the rug.

Bun had finished his story with a huff, just retelling it had seemed to annoy him.

"Wow, i mean it is expected after all rumour is that their family does dabble in..." Ploy trailed off unsure if she should finish her sentence. Tan and his family were doing way more for Viangpa Mork than the governor, in the past couple years their investments had gotten them things they never thought they'd see. Like new school buildings and more focus placed on education. They had even gotten Ploy into university through their Helping the Youth fund before that she never thought she would even have the opportunity to go.

"In what?" Sorawit asked, he hadn't been able to catch onto what she was implying like Bun had.

"Never you mind, my shift starts now so I'll see you later" Ploy wore a light smile before returning to work.

Bun had assumed it would have been something like that but he really thought Viangpa Mork was a quite and unproblematic town.

"Ah, Sorawit how was your shift this morning" Bun asked realising that he had been to caught up in himself to ask.

"It was fine but," it was at this moment that Sorawit had remembered his encounter with That.

"But what?" Bun said urging him to continue.

So, for the remainder of the evening shift until the start of the late evening shift Sorawit proceed to tell Bun about the oh so mysterious That. Although he sub consciously left out his heart pains and stomach twists that he felt around the boy, the rest of the story was relayed exactly as it happened.

After he had finished Bun had agreed the boy was strange and that in future he should try to keep his distance.

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Sorawit had quickly retired for the night after he had finished talking to Bun feeling completely exhausted.

As he laid in bed,

When he was just about to fall asleep for a split second the very mysterious That flashed across his mind.

Regardless of what Bun had said earlier a part of him couldn't help but hope that just maybe he would see him again.

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At last I have done, I hope you like this chapter. Cause i really do.

Oof my hate for men really showed at Nam's part, but do not worry I shall not allow for creepy old men or men at that to get their hands on her.

Any way onto the next chapter! That visiting his favourite coffee boy once again.

Again not proof read cause I live on the edge.